#backpilers

[warmsol]

woooo have a happy new year everyone. sending you so much warmth and positivity. hope the year ahead is kind to all of us. love uu

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I watched Chaison go, my eyes instantly zeroing in on his ass encased in those tight blue jeans. I shake my head at the sight.

"Careful, Mrs. Kincannon. You're likely to set my Wranglers ablaze with where you're looking." He cautioned, without even looking back.

How did he always know?

[fishing-ball-z]

combining @gokutober day 9/10 ship/rivals into one post because i backpiled these & was 10000% planning on drawing the same thing on both days anyway.um. Lol

3rd pic based off of punkitt's farcille post if you haven't seen it yet

sillys brainstorming i liked :') ^^

[muttil4tion]

certified hood classic #backpilled #gym

[chewed-gum-87]

oughh <- the backpilled hurtmaxxer

[fayes-fics]

Heya!!

Just wanted to say that I love you and everything that goes on in your creative mind 🤭✨

But fr tho, when I first watched Bridgerton and read the books, Benedict stuck with me and probably always will. And you literally bring him to live. Like in a weird way you bring him to live in the same way I imagine him 😭

Like you're literally the best, like no joke. Please never stop writing 🙏

Much love <3

Hi Nonny! 🫶

Aww stop… you are going to make me cry 🥹🥹🫶

I dunno what it is about Benedict as a character, but he just clicks in my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE writing for Anthony, but sometimes I find his voice harder to find or he fights me to get stuff written. Benedict does that a lot less.

You are very kind and I’m sure this is one of my lovely friends being very supportive 🥹🫶

I will keep writing for as long as the muse is with me. I’m certainly committed to delivering on the requests I have backpiled.

Much love back to you. This message made my weekend. Thank you truly 🥹🫶🧡🧡

[sinistersinister]

sorry 4 the magical journey of self-discoveryposting i'm doing. i'm almost 33 (birthday in 2 days) and i'm just now crawling out of the lab vat i was raised in (severe anxiety disorder, autism) and everything feels new and wonderful. late bloomermaxxing. stella getting her groove backpilled. emotional immaturitycore. zest for lifecel

[utahbastards]

"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲."

Thomas had declared bankruptcy almost an hour ago after squandering his cash on the first few poor property choices on the board. His dad put up a more valiant fight but still succumbed ultimately to Gene's public sector scheme, cornering the market on utilities and train stations. But even Miss Manhattan was no match for the unified hotels Danny had carefully cultivated from minute one. His brother cackled with machiavellian glee as she handed over the last five hundred dollar bill from her precise stack, left only with petty cash. She'd need a miracle roll not to lose before she could even touch go one last time.

His father was already in bed, retiring graciously after his loss with a kiss on the scalp of his now three children. How often had his mother complained about only having boys? He'd always lived to please her, it was only natural he would be the first to deliver a daughter to the doorstep. Tommy watched them with a soft smile, snorting quietly in time with their antics as his brother pecked dry the carcass of her wealth. Their mother sat to his right on the sofa, watching him with quiet content as he watched them, placid in his own happiness.

"I like her," She whispered approvingly, nudging him in the soft sponge beneath his lowest rib. He clutched his side playfully, shooting her a wounded expression. He didn't need her to tell him, Helen's approval was all over her face from the first time he brought Gene home for Thanksgiving. Finally, her boy brought home a woman with enough manners to bring a plate, alert the Vatican! "The rest were awful! Especially... which one was the girl you were the counselor with? At Camp?"

"How much wine have you had?" He laughed, ignoring her poking at him as he evaded her question.

"Shut up, what was her name?"

"Claire," He answered finally, his eyes rolled preemptively. They'd only dated maybe eight months, almost a decade ago, but that girl resided rent-free in the corners of his mother's twisted mind after he walked in on- not all things needed to be revisited, he thought.

"Claire," She repeated with a hiss, like she was summoning the devil instead of a sixteen-year-old girl who didn't know how to shut a door.

"Claire was fine, you were mean," He reminded her with a chuckle. She huffed, sipping at her wine glass as she shifted her focus from him to his fiancee.

"Still, she's very pretty."

"The prettiest," He answered reflexively, raising his brows with a wide grin as she glanced back at him, fanning herself with her final dollars. She took it all with such grace. Thomas had sweat so badly the day he met her parents that he forced the cab to pull over so he could nip in and buy a couple extra white shirts for the evening. If she'd been as ill-prepared for the Blakes as he had, she certainly had never shown it. Even now, she took to white people taco night and board games like she'd been born to do it. The Grace Kelly of Utah, all his own. He scooted to the edge of the couch, bracing his legs to stand as he finally tore his gaze from her.

"Alright mom, we better head off, okay? I'll swing in before we go tomorrow but Gene's gonna sleep in." The work that had managed to backpile from only a three-day trip would ricochet through their calendar for at least a month.

"Do you have to?"

"Yeah. But we'll be back before Christmas, for sure," He pacifed. The thing is; Thomas fucking hated Utah. He certainly didn't want to raise a family in this one cow state, but he hated the thought of his mom on the other side of the country when they had kids. She was a mess when he left on his own, he could only imagine the bawling when he bundled up a twin under each arm to head off to the airport again. Christ- it may actually kill her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, giving it a lazy pat as he warned her to drink some water.

"Come on, baby, we gotta go." He mumbled, pressing his lips to the side of Gene's head as he coiled around her seat from behind. "We gotta be up early or we'll miss our flight."

"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲," She pleaded, she turned back to him with those ridiculous big brown eyes and Thomas sighed so heavily it almost ached his lungs.

"You got one more roll," He relented.

"Yes!" She cheered, Thomas watched them go back and forth, another three turns overdue when her last note fell. She picked it up, extending it to him with a stiff lip of defeat. She was a better sport than he. Danny reached for the money with the hunger of a landslide victory. Tommy intercepted it, grabbing it before his brother could make contact, ignoring his indignant protests as he pocketed it. "Thanks, little brother, this will cover the cab back to the hotel," He winked.

[mentalisttraceur-software]

See, now this is a perfect example of the kind of backpiler/portapiler stuff I like to talk about: `future-fstrings`!

You wanna use f-strings in your source, but want to support old Python versions which didn't have them? Great, we can have a simple tool that can find and transform most f-string literals into format strings with `.format` method calls. And then we can hook that into our build system to generate code that will get installed on older or minimal Pythons.

Honestly I wouldn't even bother with the encoding hack for my purposes, although I can see how that can help teams start using the feature while their Python is still too old - it helps keep the tight feedback loop between editing and running code without a build step in-between.

But for backpiler/portapiler and packaging purposes that's entirely unnecessary.

[likedrotten]

glass o' milk

[johobi]

Hey, just wanted say I love your stories and that I'm team Tae, I just love their history and how he cares about her so much even though he did make a mistake and needs to do some serious apologizing! I cant wait to read more! Also, I was wondering if you could recommend any fan fictions that you like to read! Thank you!

I thought Tae was in the minority, but I’m hearing a lot more from Tae fans now!! That’s really reassuring. I love to keep that balance as best I can :’DDD. Yeah, that boy needs to do some proper grovelling (and while he’s down there ..... lmao). 

Do you have a fic rec????

As for fic recs, I’m afraid I’m kinda shit at that!! I do have a #ficrecs tag that I add stuff to that I’ve either read and loved or people have recommended to me on behalf of other anons requesting similar works. I do plan to ramp up my reading/reviewing after Christmas some time, when work lays off etc. For now, I have this post, which details the authors and their works that were formative for me and inspired me to start my own blog. 

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Always a Bridesmaid...

Jade sighed as she watched Nayeli walk down to the aisle to become Caesar’s bride. Rory looked back at her in question, but she shook her head letting her know everything was ok. In reality, though, it wasn’t. Everybody now was married…except her. Jade had loved the single life good enough, but it wasn’t like she wanted to be single for the rest of her life. Guys just weren’t good to her. Jade gripped the bottom of her bridesmaid bouquet. Why wasn’t she married? She was quite a catch in her opinion. Her eyes gazed around at the people in attendance wondering if there was anybody that would catch her eye, but alas she found nobody interested. She did see the married people she recognized.

Phoenix smiled up at her from where she was sitting with Chaison and Michaela sat next to her holding Josh’s hand. They had been married for years now to their soulmates and Jade loved both of them. The two men were perfect for her girls and took great care of them. Jade then looked at Rory’s hair pulled up in an updo and smiled warmly. Rory was her friend for years and years like Fire and Mickey and while she knew that she had feelings for her brother Joey, it took her a while to accept her as her sister-in-law. 

But after Jade realized that she was the same person she always was and wasn’t trying to separate her brother from her, they started having a closer than ever relationship. But still, she was in fact married and now that Caesar was getting married, it meant that Jade was the odd one out. She fought tears at that thought, trying to think of her son. Nolan was one of the only lights in her life. With his dad, she thought she had found the one to marry, but he turned around and betrayed her by having a wife. After that final heartbreak…she found that she was like Phoenix was; done with men and afraid to date again.

What’s the point? They seem to want to hurt me every time...

Jade closed her eyes slow then gave a tight smile as Nayeli made it to the altar.

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It’s nice to get away from work, but I didn’t expect to be here. Major Sawyer Copeland thought as he sat at the wedding of his friend Joe’s buddy. He had missed his to Rory and decided to make up for it by attending this one. He sat respectfully in the front, glancing back at the guests chatting somewhat loudly in the back. He had a feeling that they were either the black sheep of the family or wedding crashers looking for some single bridesmaids to hook up with.

Sawyer was single himself but he wasn’t actively looking for anybody. He was normally too busy, but nonetheless, his light blue eyes drifted along the line of bridesmaids smiling at the bride who had finally made it to the groom. The first two were nice looking, but not his type. The third was Joey’s red-headed wife. She was beautiful but still, a woman like her wasn’t someone Sawyer would be searching for. He wanted someone different for once than the women he decided to date when he could.

His eyes moved to the left and paused on the bridesmaid right after Rory. He had seen her before in a picture that Joe had on his desk and so Sawyer could only assume that this was his sister, Jada. For some strange reason though, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Instead, they drifted all over her body. Her face was shaped in a soft oval with sharp dark eyes and a somewhat bored expression. Her complexion was a slight lighter than her twin brother, giving off a nutmeg tone, but it was gorgeous nonetheless. Sawyer’s gaze trailed down her back along her curves. She was thick but it didn’t take anything away from how stunning she was to him; in fact, he loved a woman he could get a good grip on. Sawyer’s pants tightened as he started picturing his hands grabbing a hold of those hips while he took her in any way he wanted. He wanted her and bad.

He had to blink suddenly when he noticed that Jada had caught his eye. Her intensity in that one stare made his breath completely disappear. It was as if he could see that she was through with things in her life-even love. She seemed to have had enough and Sawyer couldn’t help but feel sorry for her in that one moment. Maybe…

Maybe she just needed somebody to show her differently.

A slight coughing sound caught Sawyer’s attention and he looked over to see Joe staring at him with a raised eyebrow. He has seen Sawyer looking at his sister and he didn’t look too pleased. Sawyer cursed under his breath. First thing…he needed to get past Joe.

Tag list: @kainablue @catharticallysarcastic @ladywithalamp @kasey-writes @magsiswritingnow

[poptod]

Will You? (Rami Malek x Reader)

Description: Meeting Rami in the back alley behind an awards show.

Notes: ugh ive been having writers block for the first time in like two years so ive only been writing short stuff. i have a couple fics backpiled for various rami characters so thats coming up! gender neutral as usual WC: 1.5k

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Ugh.

How quickly it all became too much. You wondered, clutching your aching head, why you even came here; large parties were never your scene, public events even less so. A world-wide broadcasted movie awards event was nothing near anything you'd done before. Earlier in the day, as you were dressing and readying yourself for the evening, you stared into the mirror and wondered then, as well, what you were doing.

Maybe��–probably––it had to do with the fact that one of your favorite actors' presence was assured, and you rarely ever visited New York, making this the first time you'd been in the right place at the right time to have the opportunity to do this. You steeled yourself then and you steeled yourself now, digging into your clutch bag to pull out a carton of cigarettes.

You fumbled with the cigarette as you reached back in, searching for your lighter. A frustrated grumble grew in your mouth and came out as a curse. With a harsh sigh you yanked your hand out, throwing it up into the air, and sitting with a thud on a wooden box laying by the side of a large trash bin. You rubbed your face harshly, attempting to wipe away the irritation. To no avail––you had no lighter, and your nerves were itching, teeming with aggravation that crawled like bugs beneath your skin. You needed this and the world didn't like you.

The door you'd left the building from opened once more, swinging shut with a loud clanking sound that seemed to echo in the vacant alleyway. Drops of water fell into the puddles at your feet, still present from the earlier rain, and now filled with bits of trash. The very same water almost splashed onto you as a car passed by, its' wheels revving and spinning away through a massive puddle. It must've been midnight, but assholes were still awake as well, and the city lights showed no sign of stopping.

This was why you only visited New York City.

"Here," someone with a deep, rough voice spoke, and you looked up to find a vein-filled hand balancing a blue lighter between the second and third fingers.

There weren't any active lights in the alleyway, but the puddles reflected the street lights that stood a few meters away. That was enough to recognize him when you glanced to his face.

Rami fucking Malek.

He turned almost the second you looked up at him, meaning he didn't catch the sudden, stumbling recognition that flooded your expression. Thankfully, you had the time to calm yourself before he sat down across from you on a dirty (and probably wet) stool.

"Thank you," you said, lighting your cigarette and breathing in the sweet smoke before you said anything else. "You're a lifesaver."

"No, I just have a smoking problem," he said.

You both laughed, softly, and looked away.

You took another drag.

"You're Rami Malek, aren't you?" You said through the smoke that escaped you. It was rough on your throat, but you didn't especially care anymore. Somehow, you remembered a flask of water––just not the lighter.

"Yeah," he said with another soft, bashful, chuckle.

"I like your work. Or, your style," you mumbled as you tapped the ashy end away. He might've been a star of your dreams, and mere images of him might've taken your breath away, but you would treat him like a regular person. "It's.. unique, but familiar."

"Thank you," he said, nodding, a charming grin on his face. "May I ask your name?"

"(Y/N)." You shifted in your seat as you looked down. An ounce of humor came to you once you said, "you won't recognize the name."

"No, but I'm happy to recognize it in the future," he said, tilting his head in your direction.

You broke out in a laugh and a wide, blushing grin, shaking your head. God, he looked good in a suit––all black. Silver in his lapel. His neck revealed colored veins that led up to a jawline that would surely cut you. Why was he talking to you? Why was he being nice?

"You're a charmer," you finally said through your giggling, continuing with, "do you want some?" before he could say anything.

You handed the cigarette to him and he took it, pursing his lips and letting go with a puff of smoke. Even in the hot, humid air, those clouds coalesced and drifted away just as usual.

"You're not an actor," he stated, his eyes fixed on the cigarette as he tapped the ashes away. "Not here for that, so why are you here? Just out of curiosity."

"That's... a very good question," you said with an exasperated laugh. "I'm a teacher, I don't know what I'm doing here."

"Teacher?" He repeated. "My brother's one of those. What d'you teach?"

He handed the cigarette back to you.

"Third graders," you grumbled. He sucked in a sharp breath in a wince. "I usually do first graders, but not this year."

"That's rough, I've heard those are demonic years," he said, earning a laugh from you.

"Yeah, that's a good way of putting it," you said as you doted on the cigarette. "I guess this is just the first time I've visited New York when an awards show is happening."

"How do you like the big screen life so far?"

"Not very much, but I never thought I would," you said quietly, but he still chuckled. "I... I did think about being an actor, when I was a kid. I think a lot of kids do these days, though. Actors are.. like the new Gods. You know, in ancient times people would worship idols, and that's what people call you now..." you met his gaze and couldn't tear yourself from it, "... idols. Images of something to strive for."

He nodded, his brow creased in deep thought.

"After a while the world shows you what celebrity life is really like, and you read all sorts of things, see how people change... eventually you don't really want it anymore," you said, shrugging. "Or you decide you want it, or want part of it despite the other stuff."

He nodded again but had little to say despite being a celebrity himself.

"Which was it for you?"

"Hm?"

A spell broke over his eyes and he appeared to return to normal, having not heard or comprehended your words.

"Did you become an actor because you wanted all of it, with the bad parts, or you wanted a specific part and still became an actor despite all the other things?"

"... complex question," he said after a moment, rocking his balance back and forth awkwardly as you laughed. "I wanted to become other people, transform myself into characters. I was attracted to the job. Not the other things attached to it."

"Well I'm glad you became an actor anyway," you said, relighting the cigarette with a quick drag. "That way I could meet you."

"And I could meet you, as well," he said in that same, deep voice he used when he first spoke to you.

You could do nothing but chuckle and cast your eyes down, shaking your head.

"Yeah, I guess you could," you mumbled.

He reached forward, snagging the cigarette from between your fingers. That made you look up, drawing your attention back to the subtle lines marking his face, and the glow of fire that revealed cool, green eyes behind thick lashes.

A loud wave of cheering came from inside the building, and the both of you looked back at the steel door. Still unopened.

"I should probably get inside, the cameras might notice my seat's empty," he said in a similar mumble.

The cigarette, now nothing more than a filter, dropped from his lips and fell to the ground, squashed beneath his shiny, black shoe.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Have to be," you said as you stood. "Not wasting a fifty dollar ticket on my damn social anxiety."

He chuckled and said, "I'd invite you to sit with me, but there aren't any free spots. How about..." He'd been opening the door, but he paused, causing you to misstep and halt yourself only when your chest was an inch from his. Your eyes darted up to his. "Come see me after the show. I have a '97 bottle of Montalcino at home that I think you'd enjoy."

You nearly choked on your own spit, but fortunately for you, it only came out as a cough and a clearing of the throat. 'What', almost escaped your mouth in the most astounded tone before you bit it back.

Was he propositioning you? Was this a friendly invitation? Why was, again, Rami fucking Malek asking to spend anymore time with you than he had to?

You realized a silence had spanned between you when his eyes flickered down to your lips, at which point shock fully brought you back into your body.

"Will you?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah," you murmured. "I'd like that."

[the-rainbow-lesbian]

Wouldn't you rather radical feminism strive in general to make women safe and happy? If a woman chooses and is not forced to marry or have children with a man, who is she hurting? Her personal choices are not an attack on you or any other lesbians and also does not change or affect your own life in any kind of way. I'd rather a woman be happy with a man who loves her rather than miserable and alone thinking every man in the world is going to snap and kill her at any second. There are many men in this world who are capable of feminist thought and are capable of not inflicting mental or physical harm on their significant others.

You seem very backpilled to me and not at all like a radical feminist, specifically because you seem to think non-lesbians are beneath you or somehow not as enlightened as you seem to think you are - and before it even comes up because I know your side of radblr love to use this as a gotcha moment - no, I do not consider the feminists in Asia who call themselves radical feminists to be actual radical feminists, I consider them to be separatists many of them incredibly misogynistic and no I or any other OSA woman does not need to learn from them, thank you but no thank you. I think you should really consider focusing on the wellbeing of all women by first not being judgement towards women who you seem to want to demand solidarity from, if you can't look past the fact there are women like me who have a husband and baby and we chose to do these things after becoming radfems, then I also won't look past the fact that you're clearly anti-woman.

I am clearly “anti-woman” but homophobic women are not? anon I hope you also talked to the OSA women who were homophobic to lesbians on here or at least took the time to call it out on your blog, instead of demanding way too much of me to basically coddle my oppressors, I have a fatigue problem I am way too tired for this shit specially when the feminism here is a fucking joke tbh

women are losing their rights right now in the US, and in some parts of the world they have none and they are literally fighting with their lives trying to get these rights. you know what women need? women need to come together, they need to actually invest their time in activism and solidarity with other women to protect our rights and liberate ourselves, how do you suppose women have the time or the mentality to do that when they are so focused on finding mr right who may or may not exist? statistically speaking he doesn’t. if you call yourself a radical feminist then I expect you to you know, actually be a radical feminist? but you know I am just anti-woman and I think women are beneath me so who fucking cares. your feminism is a joke, you are too male centered, and you are not angry enough on behalf of all women are brutalized by male violence, you are too pacified and instead choose to project your anger on lesbians online who are not disillusioned by disney prince charming propaganda. you are too focused on men that you hate on lesbians and asian women to please them. I am not gonna pretend to be hopeful when women as an oppressed minority still choose to invest their time in their oppressors on the expense of themselves and the women around them. “it doesn’t hurt anyone” except the children you have with this man and every girl and woman in your life who now that man now has access to. I am actually invested in the wellbeing of women, are you?

[lostwithall]

GRANNY is now live on the @hashimotocontemporary site! Check that link in my bio 🌿 “Back Pills” (pictured here on my custom wallpaper) is a weirdly humorous exploration of a hypothetical sensation of psychedelic pain I may experience in my old age, and a projection of what medical care might be like in the future. Photo by @shaun.roberts.photo 📸 . GRANNY will be on display at @hashimotocontemporary until 10.26 . . . #insurance #backpills #gottatakemypills #💊 #goodforhealthbadforeducation . #crochet #crochetart #caitlinmccormack #fiberart #fibersculpture #textiledesign #textileart #hashimotocontemporary #sanfrancisco #newcontemporaryart (at San Francisco, California, U.S.A) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3cx9eWHG1i/?igshid=xj5h3lt1yvbr

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At the time, Michaela loved her tattoo of shirtless Mickey Mouse with boxer shorts and hiking books on her ankle but now being a mother of three, she cringes whenever one of them asks about it.

do your ocs with tattoos regret any of them? why?