#auto-rom

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: three horizontal flags, with seven equally-sized stripes each. each flag has a clover-like shape, made of four intertwined hearts, making a square in the center. it is white, with a black outline. the first flag's colors, from top to bottom, are as follows: cool grey, warm pink, dull red, dark warm purple, black, dark grey, and light grey. the second flag's colors, from top to bottom, are as follows: pastel pink, warm pink, bright red, dull red, black, dark grey, and light grey. the third flag's colors, from top to bottom, are as follows: dark cool grey, cool grey, dull purple, dark warm purple, black, dark grey, and light grey. END ID.]

autoquadrom: a term for someone who experiences quadrant(s)-related attraction to themself, alternate versions of themself, or beings who could be considered them.

autoredrom: a term for someone who experiences red (flushed and/or pale) attraction to themself, alternate versions of themself, or beings who could be considered them.

autoblackrom: a term for someone who experiences black (pitch and/or ashen) attraction to themself, alternate versions of themself, or beings who could be considered them.

autospec symbol from here!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @dragonpride17 @orientation-archive @libnius

[schlock-luster-video]

On June 16, 1977, Grand Theft Auto debuted in the United States.

[european-trips]

Die Umgebung von Rom erkunden: EinTagesausflug

WennSie auf Tagesausflug Rom Latium Mit Auto, könnenSie die GegendganznachIhrenWünschenerkunden. EsgibtwunderschöneDörfer, ruhige Seen und atemberaubendeLandschaften, alles in bequemerReichweite der Stadt.BesuchenSie Tivoli mitseinenluxuriösenVillenwie der Villa d’Este und der Villa Adriana, die beide auf der Liste des Weltkulturerbesstehen. Oder fahrenSie in die StadtFrascati, die fürihreWeinproduktion und die wunderbareAussicht auf Rom berühmtist.

[potatoforbreakfast]

Grand Theft Auto III PS2 ROM Download on lostroms! (Australia) (En,Fr,De,Es,It) [PS2]

[frostandfantasy]

3 Auto Buy Romance Authors

Latest Blog post, 3 auto buy authors.

Everyone here loves to read, and i’m sure we all have our favorite authors. What is an auto buy author, you ask? Well, it’s an author that you will support every single time they release something new. I may not have a billion dollars, but i’ll find a way to buy a copy of the latest releases from these writers. They have never let me down yet, and two of these authors I own a copy of every…

[darling-flora]

if you dare, meet me up here

pedro pascal x yn!actress - social media au

fc: bella hadid

summary — Future co-star introducing you to his former co-star, who knew what would come from it...?

note — (all manips are made by me!!) pedro is 40 in this story 😶(not set during a specific time) this was supposed to be short but i got carried away so let me know what you think!! likes, reblog's and comments are appreciated ❤

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enews Paul Mescal introduces new co-star Y/n L/n to Gladiator 2 co-star Pedro Pascal and treats both to dinner in New York. Mescal and L/n are set to star in Rom/Com "How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days" which begins filming later this year.

The film stars L/n an advice columnist, who tries pushing the boundaries of what she can write about in her new piece about how to get a man to leave you in 10 days.

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user1 if i was her i'd challengers them 🤭

user2 oh thank you paul for introducing y/n to pedro 😌

user3 omg im so excited to see paul and y/n in a movie together

->user4 me too!! especially after the video of paul congratulating y/n winning her oscar backstage... ->user3 omg yes! them being friends is going to make the chemistry so much better 😁

user5 y/n sitting next to pedro and not paul.... i see you girl 🤫

user6 her fit is so cute

user7 waitttttt these 3 divas

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yourinstagram xoxo 🌚

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user1 pretty girllll

devonleecarlson okay photogragherrrrr ate

->pascalispunk 👋🙂 ->yourinstagram im hiring 😁 ->pascalispunk Wait let me tell my agent 🏃 ->user2 guys are they being friendly or flirting...? ->user3 little bit of both 😭

user4 making nike socks fashion...? this icon 🤩

user5 pedro got your notifs on girl.. he liked this quick 😊

user6 wait paul is kinda serving pedro and y/n's kid because he's the youngest

->user7 PLEASEEEE 😭 ->user8 i always forget y/n's 32 and not like 23 😫 ->user9 me with pedro, i think he's 30 something when he's 40

user10 being bi is a blessing b/c i want all three 😝

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yourinstagram 🌊💙

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user face carddd

user he's just 🧍‍♂️ liked by yourinstagram !

user y/n please 😔 he doesn't know how to handle a baddie like you

->user and you do?? 😭 ->user i don't know but i'd try ->user 😭 i respect the honesty...

user guys is this a hard launch???

->user medium launch b/c we know who it is but it's not obvious.. yk? ->user wait your right ->user girl math 😉

user okay this CONFIRMS they are dating

user y/n can we SHARE???

user waittt cutiesss

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yourinstagram oscarsss ❤

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user1 oh my god marry me

yourbff hottie!!! liked by yourinstagram !

user2 THE SECOND PIC OMG????

user9 the way he's looking at her??? my heart

pascalispunk My girl ❤

->yourinstagram always 💞 ->user3 STAPHHH ->user3 so he was going to say "my girl" ohhhhh y/n you lucky girl ->user4 him having the auto caps on, he such an old man... i need him liked by yourinstagram ! ->user4 Y/N WHY DID YOU LIKE MY COMMENT???😭 ->yourinstagram cause i've made fun of him for it 🤭 ->user4 so real, men need to be humbled ->yourinstagram see you get it 😉 ->pascalispunk ???

user5 one of your best looks ohhhhhmygoooddddd

user8 i'd frame the second picture

user6 hardest launch to ever launch and i loveeee it

user7 neither of them were nominated but they are the most talked about ICONSSSS

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[artbyblastweave]

The beat that always stuck with me in regards to Uber and Leet was when Taylor mentions that they beat up sex workers on livestream while LARPing Grand Theft Auto. Uber and Leet get a lot of mentions before they actually show up, and the drumbeat is that they're pathetic, they're fodder, "as incompetent as supervillains can be while staying out of jail." Leet is the butt of a rom-com gag where Brian gives Taylor pointers on how to choke a man out more effectively. But they made money by beating up sex workers on livestream. That's a non-negligible number of potentially ruined lives! That's not softball fun-and-games! It's like textbook misogynistic violence against the marginalized! It's awful!

The narrative doesn't really dwell on this, because it's told almost exclusively from the perspective of people who have the firepower necessary to get away with treating Uber and Leet like jokes. But I think that it's a useful reminder that if you aren't one of the initiated, so to speak, then an encounter with the C-list, D-list, Z-list supervillain can be life-altering if not life-ending. The dumbest listicle-fodder DC or Marvel villain you've ever heard of has probably ruined at least one person's life over their handful of appearances, if not more. And it's an early indictment of the broad concept of the unwritten rules as advanced by Lisa, where she calls out Uber and Leet as the textbook example of villains kept in circulation because they're "amusing but harmless." This is within parameters? This doesn't merit heroes and villains putting aside their differences to clean house of problematic elements? Of course it doesn't. Both examples that Lisa gives of that dynamic in 3.6 involve a cape transgressing against another cape.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Control Freak

summary: prompt fill. Wally needs to be in control at all times, or else the world is going to end. unless he's with you, the only person who can step in and take over without his brain screaming at him. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut lite. flashfic. Wally Clark is brat. consensual mindfuckery. sub-adjacent!Wally Clark. possessive mentality. Wally Clark has control issues.

bon reading, frens

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Control Freak

Wally is always in control.

Running the show. Calling the shots. Cool and confident in the driver's seat.

Friend group can't make a decision? Wally spearheads a whole itinerary. Mama can't tell the neighbor that their new hedges encroach on the Clarks' side of the property line? Wally plasters on his best smile and convinces Mr. Griffiths to take action.

MVP of the football team; Coach's favorite player to come along in a decade. Enmeshed with student council to the point that they listen to his ideas without question. Teachers adore him, peers want to be him. Hell, Bud Binns trusts Wally enough to let him close the auto repair shop on his own, acting manager when Bud can't be on the floor.

Wally's image is the perfect combination of natural and intentional—a little bit of charm, a lot of matching auras—to ensure he gets what he wants from the world, and it works.

He's not oblivious. He knows it's an anxiety thing. The reins need to be tight for him to feel safe, solid, secure as he moves through each day. In the past, he tried loosening up a little and learned he's just not built to relax how his nervous system needs him to. Because if he does, everything breaks.

So, Wally stays completely. utterly. in control.

...

......

.........

Except with you.

Standing on the other side of the gym, talking to Some Guy as you help Claire hand out cupcakes for her campaign to be Homecoming Queen. And Some Guy is smiling at you like you're the center of his universe, all straight teeth and crinkled eyes, and Wally hates him instantly. Faster than instantly. Wally's waited to hate him since Some Guy was born, and that hate activates on sight.

Wally festers at Rodney's table, unable to drum up the magnetism that Rodney recruited Wally for to get those sweet votes to be elected Homecoming King. A girl tries to chat to him, lovely and shy and almost in awe of him—just what he likes—but he can't focus. Hardly hears himself as he answers her questions.

Did he just agree to something?

Hopefully not.

His gaze keeps drifting back to you every second. You and Some Guy. Laughing with each other. His hand on your shoulder, your demeanor totally open and friendly, and why are you entertaining that kind of interaction with someone who isn't Wally, huh?

You hand Some Guy a cupcake, tell him something Wally interprets as flirty, and then Some Guy waltzes away with a blush that Wally wants to wipe off Some Guy's face with his fist.

You're not supposed to do that.

You must feel Wally's eyes on you, because you turn your head, placid, and catch his eye. Stare for a moment before a slow, easy smile spreads on your pretty pink lips, giving Wally an obvious elevator look before cutting your appraisal short to address the next potential voter.

Unbothered. Unaware that Wally is this close to losing his shit where he stands because he can't do a damn thing about it.

No one knows about this arrangement between you and him (your prerogative). Not yet, anyway, so as much as he wants to, he can't charge over there and make you understand that that smile and those eyes are for Wally only.

It takes insurmountable effort to stay put at Rodney's table and pretend everything is normal for the next forty-five minutes, but Wally does it. Somehow. Fraying at the edges, steadily losing his mind as he watches the litany of conventionally attractive dudes rope you and Claire and Chloe into conversation.

About what? Pompoms and rom coms? What are you talking about to Some Guy 2.0 that has you giggling like that?!

As soon as Rodney dismisses him, Wally's off, slicing across the gym on a mission.

You don't acknowledge him when he steps over the threshold of your personal space, still discussing tomorrow's cheer practice with Claire, easy-breezy and aloof, as if Wally can wait; his time—his sanity—doesn't matter. Winding him up until he's so tightly coiled he could spring into orbit.

Finally, you greet him with a smile, eyes knowing as they travel up the length of him again from shoes to sockets. You don't speak, just tilt your head in the direction of the door as you gather your bag. A quick hug for Chloe, a wave to Claire, and you swan to the exit, Wally hot at your heels.

You stay a step ahead of him, hips swaying, smiling at acquaintances in the hall. Meanwhile, Wally's losing it by the second, the top of his head about to blow off, he's so frustrated. And you just. Don't. Notice.

Pleated skirt bouncing, legs on display, waist beckoning Wally's hands to grab hold bruise, mark your skin to make sure everyone fucking knows you're off the market. Totally disregarding that you told Wally you don't want to advertise anything too soon; want to enjoy the bubble while it lasts; want to be selfish with him.

Can't hurt to leave a mark or two anyway. Who'll know it's the impression of Wally's teeth on your throat?

You lead Wally to his car, wait patiently for him to open the door for you, staring at your phone as you slide into the seat and get comfortable.

The longer you don't speak, the more Wally's blood begins to feel electrified, shooting signals to his brain that everything is wrong and he needs to fix it.

This isn't how he planned his day.

When he tries to instigate conversation, you answer with a hum or a slanted smile. Wally white-knuckles the steering wheel the whole way to your house, his gaze intense as he watches the road and thinks obsessively about how to get you to say something, anything.

As soon as he pulls up to the curb, you're out, flouncing toward the walkway that leads to your front door. Wally watches you stop halfway and turn to look over your shoulder, gaze sharp when it lands on him.

"Let's go," And it's a command that Wally's entire being is persuaded to obey, a trained mongrel jumping at the snap of your fingers.

He practically falls out of his car, tripping over his feet as he hurries behind you. Up the front steps, through the door, and into your quiet house. He doesn't know where your parents are, if someone's home, or if you and he are actually alone.

Still barely acknowledging him, you head to your room, once again stopping when Wally lingers at the bottom of the stairs, fidgeting and uncertain. You jerk your head to the side to indicate he should follow, and so he does, taking the stairs two at a time.

You gesture toward your bed where he takes a seat; spine straight, eyes tracking you while you close the door and deposit your backpack on your desk chair. Pull your hair out of its tie, toe off your shoes, humming to yourself as you go, as if you don't have an audience that's desperate for your attention.

After less than a minute of trying to sit still and accept your pace, Wally's face crumples. Eyes pleading, lips slightly twisted, hands wringing in his lap. He releases the smallest whimper, a tiny noise that fills the room, and finally gets the acknowledgement he's tweaking for.

You pivot on the spot by your desk and stare at him, considering. After a brief moment, your features soften. Eyes just for him. Smile just for him. You just for him. No one around to interrupt or distract or dissuade.

He almost sobs in relief when you get close enough for him to touch, fitting yourself between his legs. One hand on his shoulder, the other combing through his hair.

"What's wrong, baby?" You ask like you don't know. Like you aren't single-handedly responsible for why he's suddenly shaking apart in your presence.

His hands clench in his lap as he regards you, begging to reach out but too afraid you'll deny him.

"You need some attention, don't you?" You run your hand from his hair to his jaw as you lean in closer, brushing the tip of your nose against his. "Tell me."

Wally exhales sharply and nods, his voice caught in his chest.

You take pity on him. Lift one of his hands to place it on your waist. The other you guide under your skirt and encourage him to squeeze your ass cheek.

"You can touch me," You tell him, soft and kind, lips grazing his as you speak. "You don't need my permission, baby."

But he does, that's the thing.

As much as Wally wants, he can't just take. Not with you. His brain recoils at the idea, hate hate hating it more than anything. More than Some Guy and Some Guy 2.0, and how they looked at you like you were dinner.

Thinking of doing something to you without you telling him it's okay, that he's good, that he's pleasing you by obeying your every command, sets Wally's teeth on edge.

Wally whines when he feels your warm, supple flesh under his hands, thoughts instantly coming to a standstill. His lids get heavy, breathing deep, willing his fingerprints to fuse to your skin as he kneads your ass. Really absorbs how you feel and lets it soothe him.

The tension bleeds from his muscles.

The world falls away.

And Wally feels secure and solid for the first time since he joined Rodney in the gym to network Homecoming Court votes.

He exhales, long and rough, lifting his chin to gaze up at you through his lashes. A thick swallow, and then, "I need you. Please."

"Is that it, beautiful boy?" You trace his lower lip with your thumb, dipping in for a quick, biting kiss before pulling away to hear his answer.

"Please," Wally chokes out, sounding pathetic and not giving a single shit about it.

He feels his cock stir in his jeans. The intensity in your eyes coupled with finally, fucking finally, being able to feel your soft skin under his hands making his body react like he's still thirteen and an opportune breeze gets him hard.

You lean back, eyes never leaving his, smile morphing into something wicked, deliberate, as you lift your skirt and hook your thumbs into your panties. He's completely rapt, high-pitched white noise muffling every sound outside the narrow space between you and him.

He chokes, weak, and begins to tremble when you start to peel your panties off in a show that makes Wally's mouth go dry. You take another step back so he can see more of you, and unzip your skirt to let it puddle at your feet, stepping gracefully out of it with a smirk.

Fuck, you don't even have to touch Wally, and he gets goosebumps. Body so sensitive already that one accidental twitch will set him off.

"How do you want me?"

The question makes him whine. No, absolutely not, don't make him choose, please don't, he can't—

"Shh, hey, I've got you." You assure him, tone kind, and then you're ordering him to, "Show me that fat cock, baby. Let me see how much you want me."

Wally does as he's told, undoes his fly and shoves his jeans down and off one ankle, forgoing the other just to get you in his lap faster.

"Please," He begs, voice pitched high and needy, "Please, I need it so bad, baby, I'm so messed up, please."

You bite the corner of your lip, expression hot and dark, and then climb into his lap in feline motions. Shirt pushed up to show off your tits because you know Wally can't get enough of them when you ride him.

You let him stew for another moment, hips a fraction too far from where he aches, nipping and licking a trail of fire from his pulse point to his ear. Building the anticipation and driving Wally insane. He groans, hands clenching your thighs, reedy little sounds of need spilling from his throat.

"Tell me, baby," You murmur, rising to your knees and taking him in hand to line him up, "Tell me what you want."

"You," He says without hesitation, the word a breath, and he's so fucking desperate now, knows he won't last long, will blow his load too soon because he's fucking worthless like that, but you won't judge him, he's safe with you, "Please, God, I need it, please."

No more teasing. You drop and take him deep in one slick move, pussy so hot, so tight, Wally's eyes roll back and he sobs in relief. He doesn't move because if he does, he really will come before he's even registered the sweet, velvety bliss of being inside you.

His fingers dig into your thighs, your ass, your hips. Moans and keens and fucking kitten mewls pulled out of him as you ride him like a mechanical bull, fucking him to the brink, praising him for how good his cock is, how perfect, how only he can make you feel this way, just him, no one but him, and, Jesus Christ, oh God, yes, yes, yes, "I'm gonna come!"

And that's it, Wally's hips spasm, his back arches, jaw dropping as he cries out in ecstasy, thanking you profusely for letting him have this, letting him have you, holy fuck.

The static crests over him as he comes down. Restlessness replaced with peace. His body is loose, warm, content beneath your weight when he lies back and takes you with him. He can't stop his hands from roaming your back, needing to feel you in the afterglow, to know that you're real, this is real, he's here with you, and everything is better now.

"Thank you," He whispers into your hair as you nuzzle into his neck.

You hum, and he can feel your smile on his skin, "Of course, baby boy. You know I'd do anything for you." And then you lift your head, "Even after you've been a brat all day."

Wally pouts, "I wasn't."

You raise a brow.

His pout deepens. "You were ignoring me."

You huff, chuckling and shaking your head, "I wasn't ignoring you, I was busy." You correct. "You were being a naughty distraction when I was trying to help Claire."

Wally's chest puffs out, proud because, heh, he was distracting you when, the whole time, he thought you were deliberately trying to get under his skin by refusing to even look at him. And then he sobers, pout returning.

"You were flirting with those guys."

"I was doing Claire a favor," You correct, sitting up just enough to look him in the eye, palm cradling his jaw, thumb tracing the arch of his cheek. Soothing, sweet, everything he needs right now.

"I didn't like it." He admits as he averts his eyes. Ashamed and embarrassed and vulnerable in a way he only lets himself get with you.

You don't say anything for a moment, and Wally worries that he's done something wrong by confessing that. Should he be okay with it? Is he allowed to be jealous? Has he fucked up and now you're going to leave him because he can't get his shit together and act like a man?

He feels your lips on his, and his thoughts come to an abrupt halt, brakes screeching. His hands tighten on your hips as he releases a sigh, that relief, that solid-secure-safe feeling, washing through him again.

"I don't care about anyone but you, baby boy," You murmur, and press your forehead to his. And you're so sincere, Wally can hear it, that he wants to cry.

"Really?" God, does he have to sound so fucking pathetic?

But you don't let him ruminate, cut through the self-deprecation with a soft, "Really, Wally. You're perfect. Everything I need and more."

His body goes lax beneath you, sinking into your mattress like pudding, and he gives you a smile. Warm and happy and completely smitten.

Quiet, afraid to disturb the atmosphere, "You're everything I need, too."

Wally is always in control. Until he's with you. His safe space where he can let go without feeling like everything is going to break, because you know exactly how to hold him together.

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if you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Anxiety.

sub!Wally smut lite. Wally isn't clingy. he isn't. honest. but something about your aura makes him nervous, and suddenly he's all hands everywhere and babbling where he's normally calm, cool, collected, and he needs you to get his head back on right.

[scarletqueenx]

Valentines Encounters

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and on your way to a party you get stuck on an elevator with a stranger.

Word Count: 2393

Tags/Warnings: fluff and Dean being a flirt

A/N: first time writing a one shot so bear with me

After a rather messy breakup with your ex at the end of December, your best friend had insisted that you join her at this “little” Valentine's Day party that her co-workers were going to attend. After she let you spend the Holidays drinking your own tears and eating more ice cream than you could count while watching rom-coms, you knew you had to accept her invitation and show up. 

So after spending most of the day lying in your bed, you finally decided to get up and dress appropriately for the party. Red had always been a color that suited you well and brought out the color of your skin and eyes. But Valentine's Day was by far your least favorite holiday of the year.

You took a deep breath as you stepped into the elevator, your heart pounding in your chest. 

You knew there would be boys at the party, and the thought of meeting them made you uneasy. Your friend, whom you loved dearly but hated when she did these things, had made clear that her intention was for you to end up going home with one of them that night. The thought made your stomach churn.

That wasn't you. One-night stands had never really resonated with you. You were a relationship person.  

As the elevator began to descend, you caught sight of a man already standing in the corner. His head bowed over a phone, his face illuminated by its screen. He was undeniably handsome, in a rough-around-the-edges sort of way.

As your gaze lingered on his face, you couldn't help but notice the small details that gave him that roguish charm. His stubbled jawline, the slight furrow of his brow as he concentrated on the phone, and the dampness of his freshly washed hair.

His head suddenly lifted, as if sensing your stare, and you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed you watching.

Your cheeks burned, and the flush rose to your ears as you bit your lower lip chastising yourself for letting your curiosity get the better of you and ending up getting caught checking out a complete stranger.

In an effort to distract yourself, you turned your attention to the floor numbers that flashed right above the elevator door. 12… 11... 10...

At first Dean didn't even notice your presence, or the fact that the elevator had stopped on another floor of the building. Truth is, he was tired after a long day of work at Bobby's auto shop. He had originally planned to stay home, watch whatever was on TV and go to sleep. But after taking a shower and flipping through several channels, Dean realized that they were only showing chick flicks that day.

Valentine's Day was the stupidest holiday for him, something that set him apart from his brother Sam, who was especially excited about his date with his fiancée, Jess. Sam cherished Valentine's Day and loved to give his fiancée gifts and prepare the most romantic dinners possible. 

Frustrated by all the propaganda, Dean had finally decided to go down to a bar to try and distract himself and was now trying to get some of his friends, like Cas or Benny, to join him, but they all seemed too busy with their respective partners.

The silence in the cabin was almost deafening, the only sound was the soft hum of the elevator engine. You fidgeted nervously with your purse strap and glanced at the stranger out of the corner of your eye.

He was still engrossed in his phone, running his finger across the screen as he read intently. His concentration seemed unwavering, as if he was deliberately avoiding acknowledging your presence.

9... 8... 7...

The tension in the elevator seemed to thicken with each passing second, the silence between you and the stranger almost palpable. You felt a shiver run up your spine, unsure if it was the nerves of the party or the sudden chill in the air.

You should’ve grabbed a better jacket that covered you better.

The stranger finally looked up from his phone, stuffing it into his pocket as he ran a hand through his hair. His gaze darted around the small cabin before landing on you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed your nervous demeanor.

"You okay?" His deep voice broke the silence, a hint of curiosity in his tone. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied you.

The elevator jolted suddenly, the car coming to a halt between floors with a sharp jerk. The lights flickered and then went out completely, pitching the cabin into darkness.

The sudden darkness enveloped you, as he let out a curse under his breath that you barely managed to make out.

"Come on.” He grunted with irritation.

“Please tell me it's not what I think it is…” You asked in a nervous gasp.

He couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he soothed his own nerves in an attempt to reassure you.

“Sorry, sweetheart. But it looks like we're stuck.”

The realization that you were, quite literally, trapped with a stranger made you even more uneasy. Your hands rose to cover your face as you groaned.

“Oh, God. You've got to be kidding me. My friend is going to kill me.”

"Relax, sweetheart. It's not the end of the world." His voice was surprisingly gentle. You felt him move towards you, his fingers closing around your wrists, carefully tugging your hands away from your face.

The emergency lights lit up just above the elevator door, illuminating your faces. It was then, in spite of the red color of it, that you could make out the bright green color of his eyes and the freckles adorning his features like stars in a dark sky.

“Although I would let your boyfriend know that you won't make it on time for your date.” He said. "Could be a while before they get the power back on."

A frown adorned your face at his words. What the hell was he talking about? 

“Oh... No. I... A friend invited me to a party.” You stuttered nervously. “I don't... No boyfriend is waiting for me.” You finally managed to say as you realized what day you were living in and the clothes you were wearing. It was Valentine's Day, of course the stranger had assumed you were on your way to a date.

“Oh really? So… you’re all dressed up like this, and yet there’s no lucky guy waiting for you on Valentine’s Day? Damn… that’s a shame.”

You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, feeling a mix of flattery and embarrassment as he took in your outfit and the nervousness radiating off you.

"I... yeah.” You admitted sheepishly. “I don’t mind, though. Valentine’s Day is just another day. My friend just wants me to forget my ex.”

“Yeah. Totally with you on that. Valentine’s Day is just another day… just a bunch of overhyped, commercialized bullshit.” He released your wrists.

His touch lingered on your skin for a moment, and you found yourself missing the contact already.  

His words echoed your own thoughts, and you found yourself nodding in agreement.

"Exactly." You sighed, leaning back against the wall. "It's just a day for florists and chocolate companies to make a quick buck. I never really understood the hype."

He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the confined space of the elevator. 

"You're not wrong.” He admitted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "It's just a Hallmark holiday, if you ask me."

He leaned back against the opposite wall, mirroring your pose. His gaze never wavered from your face as he continued to study you.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, and you found yourself unable to look away from his gaze. There was something about the way he looked at you that was both captivating and unnerving at the same time.

"But I have to admit.” He continued, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You do look damn good in that outfit."

The comment caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks grow warm again. 

"Oh, um... thanks." You managed to stammer out, feeling slightly flustered. 

 “I’m Dean by the way.” He smiled.

Your breathing calmed slightly as you told him your name, smiling back at him.

"I have to ask.” He continued, his tone shifting to something more teasing. "Is that outfit for the party, or are you just trying to impress me?"

His words were playful, but you sensed a hint of seriousness behind them. Was he genuinely asking, or was he just flirting with you?

You couldn't be sure if he was serious or just having fun, but the thought of him being genuinely interested in you made you feel giddy. 

You shook your head, trying to keep a straight face. "Just for the party.” You replied, your voice betraying a hint of embarrassment.

The man chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. 

He shifted against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. 

"I have to say, sweetheart, you're making it really hard for me to focus on anything other than how cute you are all flushed and the way that dress hugs your curves."

Oh, he was definitely flirting with you and you had no idea on how to respond to that.

What did your best friend always said? ‘Act like you get compliments like that every day’. Yeah, great advice if it were true. You never got compliments, not even form your ex. God, he was such a douchebag.

"You're a smooth talker, aren't you?" You retorted, hoping it sounded flirtatious and not as if your heart was about to thump entirely right out of your chest.

His smirk widened at your response.

"Just being honest.” He shrugged. "I can't help it if you're easy to compliment."

Your cheeks flushed even more at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves at the way he was looking at you. You had never had such shameless flirting directed your way before, and it was both thrilling and a little bit unnerving.

"I... uh..." You stuttered, tripping over your words as his gaze lingered on you.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. 

"I guess you don’t have a girlfriend either or you wouldn’t be flirting with me right now.” You don’t know were you got the boldness to say that, but there was no way back.

His eyebrows raised slightly at your words, as he was taken aback by your sudden boldness. 

“Sorry. I… I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just not use to this.” You quickly explain. 

You didn’t want the stranger you were literally stuck with to hate you or something like that.

“Use to what?” He frowned.

“You know. This.” You pointed to him and yourself a couple of times. His eyebrows raised once again as a smirk appeared on his lips. He was clearly enjoying your nervousness. “This whole flirting thing.”

“But you said you had a boyfriend, right?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“Yeah, I did. We just… never flirted, I guess.” 

“You don’t say.” He took a step closer, his eyes roaming over your face with a sly grin. "I find that hard to believe, sweetheart. A girl like you, all dressed up like this, and you've never had boys making fools of themselves to flirt with you?"

Your cheeks grew redder as he spoke, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "I... well..." You stammered, unsure of how to respond. “I’m pretty sure my friend wanted this to be the first day.”

“Well, guess she got what she wanted.” He said playfully.

“Guess you’re right.” You smiled back at him, feeling a little more comfortable as seconds passed. Although, the tension between you and him only grew. “Thanks for saving me from having to go to that stupid Valentine’s party.”

Dean’s smile grew as his eyes softened while lingering on your face.

“Thank you for saving me from another lonely night at a bar.” He replied.

You chuckled at his words, realizing the humor in the situation.

"Ah, yes, because being stranded in an elevator is so much better.” You teased with a smirk.

He let out another chuckle as he leaned against the wall next to you.

"I think being stuck here with you definitely beats almost anything."

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at his words, his gaze still fixed on you. It was as if the world outside the elevator faded away, leaving only the two of you in this confined space.

“Almost?” You raised your eyebrows playfully.

“Well, I don’t think it would beat a real date with you.” He responded as his gaze lowered to your lips.

He was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off his body and smell the subtle hint of his cologne. It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking at the same time.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he spoke, his gaze lingering on your lips. Was he really about to ask you out? Right here, stuck in this elevator?

"A real date, huh?" You managed to respond, trying to keep your tone light and playful even as your insides felt like a mess of nerves.

He leaned in closer, his face only inches from yours. 

"Yeah.” He murmured, his voice low and rough. "Dinner. A movie. What do you say?"

Your heart leapt into your throat at his question, your mind racing through a million different scenarios and possible responses. 

"I... um..." You stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He chuckled softly at your hesitation, his eyes never leaving your face. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart.“ He teased, his tone softening a bit. "I promise I won't bite." He took a step closer, closing the remaining distance between you. "Unless, of course.” He murmured just inches from your lips. “You wanted me to."

You hummed a incoherent response as your eyes closed and his hand traveled to rest on your cheek.

His touch was soft and warm, it even send a shiver down your spine right before literal fireworks exploded inside you when his lips finally met yours in a gentle yet deep kiss. 

Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t that bad after all.

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[pupsmailbox]

TECHNOLOGY ID PACK

NAMES︰ admin. ajax. alexa. am. atari. audio. auto. bailey. binary. blank. blu. blue. bluesse. browser. browsette. bug. byte. cache. calware. chip. circe. click. clicker. clickie. clicky. cloud. coda. code. codette. codie. cody. computette. crypt. cursor. cy. cyber. cybernet. cybernetica. cyberweb. cypher. cypherre. data. dell. digi. digitalia. digitelle. digitesse. disc. dot. electronica. electronique. emoticon. emoticonnie. fax. file. gig. gizmo. glitch. glitche. glitchesse. glitchette. graphique. hacker. hal. halware. hijack. index. informationne. intelligette. internette. interweb. java. javascript. juno. key. link. linuxe. lotus. lovebytes. mac. mal. malakai. malware. malwaria. memorette. memorie. meta. mic. micah. mickey. morphe. mouse. mousette. myspace. nano. neo. net. netette. nett. netty. paige. pascal. payton. peyton. pixel. programatha. programette. programme. pulse. reboot. rom. router. ruby. sam. sammy. screene. screenette. sean. shock. solitaire. spy. static. stutter. talia. tap. tecca. tech. techette. tessa. tetris. trojan. troubleshoot. ts. user. vir. virus. virusse. volt. vyrus. webbe. wheatley. whirr. widget. will. wirehead. wiresse. zap. zett. zetta. zip.

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[flying-womrats]

replacements for a few LMS mods

If you think you saw this post yesterday, yes you did- then I made a couple edits and realized I should have done it under a readmore in case people reblogged it... So here we go again! These are the possible replacements I found for the littlemssam mods I was using, in case they help anyone else.

Caveats: - Often not a 1:1 replacement. - I only went looking for replacements for mods I was actually using, so this only covers a fraction of her catalog. - Most of these modders still use Curseforge, they're just not exclusive to it.

Additionally, if anyone knows of a replacement for any of the following: Go For A Walk, Improved Meditation Stool, Improved Practical Spells (the improvements to the spells themselves,) No Random Job Offers (I know BosseladyTV has one, but it's CF exclusive,) Purchased Items Delivered By Mail, Release All The Ghosts, or Tea For Children, please drop me an ask! I only request no Curseforge exclusives and no Zer0.

On to the list:

Allow Stoves in University Housing -> Zerbu, No University Housing Restrictions

Auto Employees -> Kuttoe's "X Everywhere" mods, Zerbu's Spawn Refresh

Auto-Light Fireplaces Only When Cold -> Bienchen, fireplaceautonomytweak

Buy Treats via PC -> Bienchen, buypettreat

Calendar Tweaks -> Kuttoe, Less Frequent Prom (caveat: takes time to start working, especially if you're using a longer season setting)

Cookbooks -> ClaudiaSharon, Cook Experimental/Cultural/Jungle Food Without Tasting It First

Immortality Potion Fix -> Kuttoe, Potions Rework (only a half replacement- removes the VFX, but doesn't lock aging like the Scarlet/LMS mod)

Kids Can Walk Dogs -> ChippedSim, Paws & Claws (A Sim's Best Friend module)

More Away Actions -> Bienchen, awayactions (is actually included in the LMS mod)

No Burning Sun in Forgotten Hollow -> TwistedMexi, Daywalkers + Underworlds (caveat: per TMex's comment on the latter, the eternal night is only cosmetic and still requires Daywalkers for vampires to come out at "daytime". Also, Daywalkers affects all worlds. Still interested in a mod closer to LMS's if one exists!)

No Insects Herbalism -> Simularity, Improved Herbalism Potions & Features

No Shoe Sign Animation -> Lotharihoe, Shoe Sign Animation Tweaks (doesn't remove the animation entirely but does stop it from interrupting walking)

No Sick, Dirty, Sad and Hungry Pets -> Bienchen, catanddogsanity

Pregnancy Overhaul ("sims can do more" part) -> Bienchen, pregnantsimscandomore

Pregnancy Overhaul (belly sizes) -> t0nischwartz, No Bump or sonozakisisterssims4, "The belly in pregnancy depends on the number of babies" (the former is simpler but has no equivalent to the "larger belly" option, the latter has a bit more going on but has direct equivalents to LMS's sizes, so take your pick!)

Sleep All Night and Sleep In -> Midnitetech- Stay Asleep, Mokunoid- Better Sleep Autonomy or Lot 51- Sunrise depending on desired depth/customization

Social Activities -> adeepindigo, Youth, Friends and Family Activities

Small GF Reactions Overhaul -> Bienchen, lesscelebreact

Small Laundry Overhaul -> Bienchen's laundry mods cover some (but not all- anyone have something to make it cost money on community lots?) of it, along with Lotharihoe's No Autonomously Set Laundry Down to replace the "auto put away laundry" part.

Spar With For Everyone -> Bienchen, sparwithfornonmilitary

Toddler Ask For Food No Junk -> Bienchen, healthyhighchair (not quite the same thing but it solves the "why do they always give the kid chips" issue at least)

WEE: Working Elevators Everywhere -> Ravasheen, Uplifting Elevators (space and wall height permitting, it's also possible to make no-CC elevators with the RoM debug portals!)

Wellness Treat Fix -> Bienchen, petanxiousbufffix

Also, while I wasn't using either of them myself, Meet&Mingle can replace SimDa Dating App, and Lovestruck adds a "canon" dating app (though given EA's complete lack of attention to QA etc. I wouldn't recommend paying for it.)

edit 6/26/24: added Sunrise, petanxiousbufffix, pregnantsimscandomore

edit 6/27/24: added No Bump, moved into a new post.

edit 6/29/24: added Daywalkers, No University Housing Restrictions (ty @northernnightsky!) and the sonozakisisters bump mod

edit 7/2/24: added Underworlds (ty anon), Paws & Claws, and a link to the tutorial I followed for no-CC elevators

edit 8/22/24: added Spawn Refresh

[schlock-luster-video]

On December 20, 1980, Grand Theft Auto debuted in Japan.

[pagannatural]

1.11

-Scarecrow, the one where John calls and the Winchester brothers break up for like 24 hours, spend that entire time thinking and talking about each other

-lots to unpack :)

-Meg kinda looks like Dean. Short light hair, leather jacket, listening to rock music. To look more trustworthy for Sam?

-Sam and Dean both stare at their phones and consider calling each other like this is a rom com

-“you know my brother could give you this puppy dog look and you’d just buy right into it.” Dean says this while biting his lip wistfully. I love these moments where we see how Dean views Sam, his ridiculously adorable candy-sweet sunshine baby brother who could make anyone do anything (who could make him do anything).

-they’re on the phone catching up not 12 hours after their fight. Way to hold out boys

-I’m 99% sure Dean initiated this phone call because 1) he has something he needs to say and 2) Sam immediately accepts his attempt to make amends, so Dean reaching out first was enough for Sam. Seeing Dean’s name on his caller ID probably made him so excited he almost came

-Sam grins blushingly when Dean says “I don’t have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research.” This is technically the first time in the episode Dean refers to Sam as his boy.

Sam flirts with Dean, saying “if you’re hinting you need my help,”

Dean tells him “you were right,” “you’ve always known what you want and you go after it. You stand up to dad, you always have,” and “I’m proud of you, Sammy.”

This is everything Sam has always needed. Dean sees him for who he is, respects and admires him, is proud of him, and won’t cut him off or ice him out for choosing to live his own life. But when Sam tells Meg that Dean said goodbye, he’s holding back tears of grief or regret.

This is what makes Sam realize that what he really needs is not to live his own life- it’s Dean.

-Sam tries calling Dean for three hours. Has Dean never gone three hours without calling Sam back?? Sam’s reaction is grand theft auto

-they cut to Emily raising her eyebrow when Dean says “that’s my boy” regarding Sam stealing the car to get to him. Girl is tied to a tree to be sacrificed to a scarecrow that’s actually a pagan god and she’s like Damn these brothers are weird.

-Dean, teasing: “hold me Sam”

Sam:

His smile lingers the whole time he watches Dean get into the car. Just kiss.

[tobiasdrake]

Rom-com set in the near-future where generative AI has been normalized as a part of everyday life. Dating is now a process by which my AI profile whose physical characteristics and biographic information are all fictionalized according to algorithmic trends auto-generates conversations with your AI profile and if our two AIs hit it off then I guess we're a match.

Basically, we've reinvented Arranged Marriages but now they happen basically at random.

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Important Shortcuts Keys For Computer

CTRL+A. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Select All

CTRL+C. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Copy

CTRL+X. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cut

CTRL+V. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Paste

CTRL+Z. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Undo

CTRL+B. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bold

CTRL+U. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Underline

CTRL+I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Italic

F1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Help

F2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rename selected object

F3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Find all files

F4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Opens file list drop-down in dialogs

F5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Refresh current window

F6 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Shifts focus in Windows Explorer

F10 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Activates menu bar options

ALT+TAB . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cycles between open applications

ALT+F4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Quit program, close current window

ALT+F6 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Switch between current program windows

ALT+ENTER. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Opens properties dialog

ALT+SPACE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . System menu for current window

ALT+¢ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . opens drop-down lists in dialog boxes

BACKSPACE . . . . . . . . . . . . . Switch to parent folder

CTRL+ESC . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Opens Start menu

CTRL+ALT+DEL . . . . . . . . . . Opens task manager, reboots the computer

CTRL+TAB . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Move through property tabs

CTRL+SHIFT+DRAG . . . . . . . Create shortcut (also right-click, drag)

CTRL+DRAG . . . . . . . . . . . . . Copy File

ESC . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cancel last function

SHIFT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Press/hold SHIFT, insert CD-ROM to bypass auto-play

SHIFT+DRAG . . . . . . . . . . . . Move file

SHIFT+F10. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Opens context menu (same as right-click)

SHIFT+DELETE . . . . . . . . . . . Full wipe delete (bypasses Recycle Bin)

ALT+underlined letter . . . . Opens the corresponding menu

PC Keyboard Shortcuts

Document Cursor Controls

HOME . . . . . . . . . . . . . . to beginning of line or far left of field or screen

END . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . to end of line, or far right of field or screen

CTRL+HOME . . . . . . . . to the top

CTRL+END . . . . . . . . . . to the bottom

PAGE UP . . . . . . . . . . . . moves document or dialog box up one page

PAGE DOWN . . . . . . . . moves document or dialog down one page

ARROW KEYS . . . . . . . move focus in documents, dialogs, etc.

CTRL+ > . . . . . . . . . . . . next word

CTRL+SHIFT+ > . . . . . . selects word

Windows Explorer Tree Control

Numeric Keypad * . . . Expand all under current selection

Numeric Keypad + . . . Expands current selection

Numeric Keypad – . . . Collapses current selection

¦ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Expand current selection or go to first child

‰ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Collapse current selection or go to parent

Special Characters

‘ Opening single quote . . . alt 0145

’ Closing single quote . . . . alt 0146

“ Opening double quote . . . alt 0147

“ Closing double quote. . . . alt 0148

– En dash. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0150

— Em dash . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0151

… Ellipsis. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0133

• Bullet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0149

• ®️ Registration Mark . . . . . . . alt 0174

• ©️ Copyright . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0169

• ™️ Trademark . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0153

• ° Degree symbol. . . . . . . . . alt 0176

• ¢ Cent sign . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0162

• 1⁄4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0188

• 1⁄2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0189

• 3⁄4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0190

• PC Keyboard Shortcuts

• Creating unique images in a uniform world!

• é . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0233

• É . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0201

• ñ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0241

• ÷ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alt 0247

• File menu options in current program

• Alt + E Edit options in current program

• F1 Universal help (for all programs)

• Ctrl + A Select all text

• Ctrl + X Cut selected item

• Shift + Del Cut selected item

• Ctrl + C Copy selected item

• Ctrl + Ins Copy selected item

• Ctrl + V Paste

• Shift + Ins Paste

• Home Go to beginning of current line

• Ctrl + Home Go to beginning of document

• End Go to end of current line

• Ctrl + End Go to end of document

• Shift + Home Highlight from current position to beginning of line

• Shift + End Highlight from current position to end of line

• Ctrl + f Move one word to the left at a time

• Ctrl + g Move one word to the right at a time

• MICROSOFT®️ WINDOWS® SHORTCUT KEYS

• Alt + Tab Switch between open applications

• Alt +

• Shift + Tab

• Switch backwards between open

• applications

• Alt + Print

• Screen

• Create screen shot for current program

• Ctrl + Alt + Del Reboot/Windows®️ task manager

• Ctrl + Esc Bring up start menu

• Alt + Esc Switch between applications on taskbar

• F2 Rename selected icon

• F3 Start find from desktop

• F4 Open the drive selection when browsing

• F5 Refresh contents

• Alt + F4 Close current open program

• Ctrl + F4 Close window in program

• Ctrl + Plus

• Key

• Automatically adjust widths of all columns

• in Windows Explorer

• Alt + Enter Open properties window of selected icon

• or program

• Shift + F10 Simulate right-click on selected item

• Shift + Del Delete programs/files permanently

• Holding Shift

• During Bootup

• Boot safe mode or bypass system files

• Holding Shift

• During Bootup

• When putting in an audio CD, will prevent

• CD Player from playing

• WINKEY SHORTCUTS

• WINKEY + D Bring desktop to the top of other windows

• WINKEY + M Minimize all windows

• WINKEY +

• SHIFT + M

• Undo the minimize done by WINKEY + M

• and WINKEY + D

• WINKEY + E Open Microsoft Explorer

• WINKEY + Tab Cycle through open programs on taskbar

• WINKEY + F Display the Windows®️ Search/Find feature

• WINKEY +

• CTRL + F

• Display the search for computers window

• WINKEY + F1 Display the Microsoft®️ Windows®️ help

• WINKEY + R Open the run window

• WINKEY +

• Pause /Break

• Open the system properties window

• WINKEY + U Open utility manager

• WINKEY + L Lock the computer (Windows XP®️ & later)

• OUTLOOK®️ SHORTCUT KEYS

• Alt + S Send the email

• Ctrl + C Copy selected text

• Ctrl + X Cut selected text

• Ctrl + P Open print dialog box

• Ctrl + K Complete name/email typed in address bar

• Ctrl + B Bold highlighted selection

• Ctrl + I Italicize highlighted selection

• Ctrl + U Underline highlighted selection

• Ctrl + R Reply to an email

• Ctrl + F Forward an email

• Ctrl + N Create a new email

• Ctrl + Shift + A Create a new appointment to your calendar

• Ctrl + Shift + O Open the outbox

• Ctrl + Shift + I Open the inbox

• Ctrl + Shift + K Add a new task

• Ctrl + Shift + C Create a new contact

• Ctrl + Shift+ J Create a new journal entry

• WORD®️ SHORTCUT KEYS

• Ctrl + A Select all contents of the page

• Ctrl + B Bold highlighted selection

• Ctrl + C Copy selected text

• Ctrl + X Cut selected text

• Ctrl + N Open new/blank document

• Ctrl + O Open options

• Ctrl + P Open the print window

• Ctrl + F Open find box

• Ctrl + I Italicize highlighted selection

• Ctrl + K Insert link

• Ctrl + U Underline highlighted selection

• Ctrl + V Paste

• Ctrl + Y Redo the last action performed

• Ctrl + Z Undo last action

• Ctrl + G Find and replace options

• Ctrl + H Find and replace options

• Ctrl + J Justify paragraph alignment

• Ctrl + L Align selected text or line to the left

• Ctrl + Q Align selected paragraph to the left

• Ctrl + E Align selected

__________The End__________

[shattered-reflections-au]

Fluffvember 24, Cuddle pile / “You’re not gonna let go, are you?”

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It was perfect.

Green was out with friends, Blue and Red were out on a dinner date.

it was Just Vio and Shadow, alone in the house.

a bottle of wine and a movie on the couch both boyfriends just a little tipsy as they unwound with each other.

Vio laid on Shadow's chest, smiling up at his beloved with doe eyes.

Shadow laughed. "you're still paying attention, right?" he asked, putting the movie on pause.

Vio rested his chin on Shadow's chest. "yeah, to you," he said lazily.

Shadow chuckled and turned back to the cheesy rom-com.

the night went on, the movies falling away into auto-played christmas movies, business-savvy ladies falling for pine-tree-lumberjacks again and again. Vio just kept his eyes on Shadow.

"i love you," he said softly, planting a kiss to Shadow's collarbone.

"i love you too," Shadow said. "would you mind moving so i can get that blanket?" he asked, running his hand through Vio's hair.

Vio smiled, lacing his arms around Shadow's torso, not answering the question.

"vio?" Shadow asked, making an attempt at reaching the blanket.

Vio grunted.

"you're not gonna let me go, are you?" Shadow asked.

"never." Vio playfully growled into Shadow's stomach.

Shadow laughed, somehow able to reach the corner of the blanket in a stroke of pure luck. he pulled it over the two of them.

"good." Shadow replied. "because i never wanna leave."