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[laundrette]

a poem dedicated to a well dressed guy i know

[emocross]

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[imtashamonet]

🏷️ [Mod Release] Custom Labels

Create your own stories with Custom Labels - perfect for museums and beyond! 📚✨

Features:

🔠 Fully customizable labels for museum placards

📝 Add titles (up to 125 characters) and descriptions (up to 280 characters)

🏛️ Ideal for museums, galleries, and potential future expansions with other objects!

How it works:

1️⃣ Place the label near your object

2️⃣ Click to customize

3️⃣ Enter your title and description

📍 Where to Find Objects:

In the build/buy menu, you can search "Museum Exhibit Placard" and both options will come up.

📦 Mod Components:

Core file (required for all objects)

Museum Exhibit Placard - Stand (requires Get Together pack)

Museum Exhibit Placard - Wall (requires Get to Work pack)

⚙️ Installation:

Download the mod files

Place .package files in your Mods folder

Ensure custom content is enabled in game options

📋 Requirements:

Base Game + either Get Together or Get to Work (or both!)

Latest game patch recommended

📥DL: Patreon (always free) | SFS

📢Terms of Use

Feel free to:

✔️ Link back to the original download page when sharing

✔️ Translate the mod into other languages. Please provide me with the link to the translation and link the original translation on your translated version

Do not:

❌ Reupload or distribute mods on other sites

❌Place translations on Curseforge

❌Place translations behind any form of paywall (including early access)

[kpopsexstories]

NSFW Series: Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of TXT

That's right, following my k-pop smut series Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT I'm now starting the next installment. And the new group you'll get to follow is, of course, Tomorrow x Together! If you've read my other non-NCT smut, the choice is probably not surprising 😉

In the original series I posted one story per member of NCT and WayV, depicting their most memorable sexual experiences. It's fiction of course, but the goal was realistic stories and sex that isn't too far-fetched. Things that could actually have happened to our boys.

The TXT edition is no different. In this post you'll learn more about the series and when each story will be published. The series will run from next Monday, September 16, to October 28, 2024.

My Goals

➕ Each story should have a backstory/context. The stories are not super long, but there is fluff around the sex.

➕ Each story should be realistic. Though fiction, they should be sexual experiences that aren't too far-fetched.

➕ No two stories should be the same. The plot, setting as well as the sex should be unique to each story, or at least varied enough.

➕ Each story should bring a surprise or twist, to keep you interested.

➕ Stories should be relatively consistent, and loosely tied to real life. This means references to songs, plot points inspired by real life things members have said, and a consistent timeline. Each story can be set anywhere from present day to pre-debut.

Identifiers

To make it easier for you to find the stories you like I'll include identifiers at the start of each post/story:

🍆 TYPE: Refers to the sex scene and is either VANILLA, MEDIUM, WILD or UNCONVENTIONAL. No stories are "hard core" due to the criteria of being realistic (there will be no bondage, fetishes, etc.), but the "Unconventional" stories can include more than one member.

📦 CONTENT: Key words describing the sex, like Missionary (position), Riding (position), Cumshot, Jerk off, Blowjob, Outdoors, etc.

🧑🏻‍🤝‍🧑🏻 FEATURED MEMBERS: Stories might mention other members, but I've listed those that are directly involved as more than just background characters (whether sexually or not).

The Schedule

Each member gets one story each – their most memorable sexual experience – though Taehyun's is split in two parts. A new story is posted every Monday starting on September 16th:

1. September 16, 2024 – Tomorrow x Together The five boys of TXT go skinny dipping in Hawaii.

2. September 23, 2024 – Yeonjun

3. September 30, 2024 – Hueningkai

4. October 07, 2024 – Taehyun Pt. 1

5. October 14, 2024 – Taehyun Pt. 2

6. October 21, 2024 – Soobin

7. October 28, 2024 – Beomgyu

So, are you excited for the first story on Monday? I sure am! 😄 I look forward to sharing all my hard work with you and hope that you'll follow along in the coming 7 weeks.

My Other Smut Series

Want more smut and k-pop sex stories? Check out my Master List post for an overview of all the stories I've published so far.

Buy Me a Coffee

Writing just a single "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences" story takes 12-24 hours of active work, including rewrites, edits and proofreading. I do this as a hobby in my spare time. Please consider buying me a coffee to support my work ❤️

[phaethonstims]

"Vincent Lin Dark Academia stimboard" requested by anon

He's so dark academia core this works for him so well. -Owner 1

Gif creds below:

[sjsmith56]

First Date

Summary: A misdirected mail mishap results in a young woman, recently moved to New York City meeting the Avenger, Bucky Barnes. With Sam’s help Bucky asks her out then spends the week trying to come up with the perfect first date.

Length: 5K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, named OFC (Holly), unnamed OFC (sister).

Warnings: Both sisters are mostly not physically described, they’re single, slightly plus sized, nervous Bucky, some slightly impure thoughts from OFC, otherwise this is a pretty fluffy piece.

Author notes: Alternating first person POV between OFC and Bucky. Right now it’s a one shot but it could become more if I get enough feedback. Takes place in a slightly AU MCU, after the events of Endgame and FATWS (one where Bucky and Sam tackled the Flag Smashers themselves as the other Avengers were dealing with other things). There is a tease for a double date with Steve Rogers and Holly’s sister (Coney Island?) so if you would like to see another instalment please comment.

Second date Third date

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Holly

I stepped out of the elevator and stopped as soon as I saw the box leaning on my door. Another package. Great. This made four packages delivered to my address instead of the other address which was printed on the shipping label. Another package I had to physically take to the post office to deliver to the correct address. Another hour out of my day standing in line then having to explain that James Barnes didn’t live at my address, was unknown to me, and that he had an unlisted phone number so I couldn’t phone him to pick up his mail. Looking at my watch I sighed. It was already too late to take the package in if I was going to make it to my evening dance class. That meant I would have to take the package to work with me tomorrow then drop it off on my way home.

“Why don’t you just keep it?” my sister suggested when I mentioned it to her at the dance studio. “Obviously the guy keeps putting something wrong on the shipping information whenever he orders whatever he’s buying.”

“You know I can’t do that,” I replied as I started in first position. “If it was my package being misdirected, I would hope that whoever received it would be honest enough to return it. They don’t come back so they obviously make it to him eventually.”

“Or he cancels his order,” said my sister as she mimicked my actions.

“Ladies, less talk, more focus,” said Madame Elise, the ballet mistress.

We both made a face at her when she turned, then both tried to stifle our giggles after. For being in our early thirties we both had our juvenile moments. After class we dried off the perspiration before pulling our sweats on. We never showered at the studio as the facilities bordered on disgusting plus there was a core group of women there with perfect dancer bodies that made us feel inadequate. I’m not into body shaming and although they never said anything out loud it wasn’t hard to see their opinions about our figures in their eyes. Neither of us needed that kind of judgement especially when we were in between boyfriends. On our way out we stopped and picked up an iced cappuccino at the coffee shop then walked to the subway. Finishing our drinks just before the train arrived, we boarded.

When it came to my sister’s stop, she stood up, did a little pirouette and performed a jeté out the door onto the platform. Grinning at her I waved then settled back into the seat ready to get off at my stop, the next one. Joining the others who were also getting off we walked up the stairs towards the exit. I had to stop at the bodega as I was out of milk so by the time I was walking up the steps of the apartment building, it was already dark. Pressing the button for the elevator I waited and waited but it didn’t come, and I groaned as I really didn’t want to walk up five flights of stairs. It had been working well when I left. One of my neighbours came down the stairs with their garbage bag for the dumpster out back.

“It was working earlier,” I stated, gesturing to the elevator.

“Yeah, it was but someone pressed all the buttons as a joke, and it got stuck on four,” he said. “It’s sitting there with an open door. The super called a repairman, but they won’t be in until tomorrow.” He headed towards the door to the alley. “You have someone waiting for you at your door. A big guy. I think he used to live there before you. Something about his mail still being redirected to your address.”

With a sigh I began the long climb up to the fifth floor. There was a man leaning against the wall outside my door. He must have heard me coming up the stairs as he looked in my direction as I exited the stairwell. Even from that distance I was aware of his size, tall and broad shouldered. His dark hair, just long enough to kiss the collar of his jacket, framed a very handsome face highlighted by a pair of incredible blue eyes.

“Hi,” he said casually, with a slight wave of his hand, before he put his phone back in his jacket pocket. “I’m sorry to bother you but the post office screwed up the redirection of my old mail, most of it anyways. They’ve been sending things with my new address on the shipping label back to here.”

“That explains it I guess.” I smiled at him. “Mr. Barnes, is it? I tried to find a way to call but there was no listing for your name. I would have dropped the packages off, but the other address is so far away, and I don’t have a car.”

“Call me Bucky.” His eyes lit up as he smiled. “Not a problem. I’ll leave you my number so if any more mail shows up here, I can pick it up at your convenience.”

Between the time I unlocked my door, and I went inside to retrieve his package I realized who he was. He was still waiting in the hallway, which struck me as odd, until I recalled that I hadn’t invited him in. Looking towards the open door I could see him waiting there patiently.

“I’m sorry, where are my manners?” I stammered. “Would you like to come in?”

“Sure,” he answered, stepping just inside, looking a little uncomfortable. “I didn’t want to presume anything.”

“Did you get the other packages that I returned?” I asked, holding the most recent package in my hands. “I would have brought them over but it’s quite the train ride from here to Midtown.”

“Yes, they did arrive, not that it fixed things.” His smile was warm. “I wouldn’t have expected you to do the Post Office’s job.” He looked a little more at the small flat. “You fixed it up nice here, much nicer than I had it.”

“You lived here for how long?” I asked. “I’ve been here two months.”

“Almost a year,” he replied. “After I got some legal matters cleared up, I had to live in the New York area. This was affordable and it wasn’t far from where I grew up.”

There was an awkward silence, so I stepped forward at the same time he did, intending to give him his package. In the light of my apartment, he was even more handsome, and I tried desperately to think of something to say to him, but my mind went blank, and I smiled politely instead. He took the package and nodded, then turned around, walking out.

“Wait, your phone number!” I called, running to the doorway.

He was at the top of the stairs and sheepishly came back. I unlocked my phone and offered it to him, to enter his information in. Looking at it I sent him a text, then watched as he took his phone out, seeing my name, Holly, which in my blank state of mind had forgotten to give him earlier.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said, as my attention was focused on those beautiful eyes. “I won’t forget who it belongs to.”

“Thank you, it’s been nice meeting you,” I replied.

He headed back down the stairs, and I closed the door, setting the deadbolt in place. I had just met an Avenger. 🔹

Bucky

Sam was still sitting in the driver’s seat, checking his phone when I stepped out of Holly’s building and up to the truck.

“That took you long enough,” he said.

“She wasn’t home, and I wasn’t leaving without my package,” I replied. “You must have seen her coming in. Tall, dark haired, wearing sweats.”

He shrugged. “Pretty?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I got so tongue tied. Said I would leave her my phone number then I almost left without giving it to her.”

“You get her number? Did you ask her out?”

“What, already?” I sighed again. “That’s a bit quick, isn’t it?”

“What would old Bucky have done?” he asked. “Would he have asked her out right away?”

“Yeah, but I’m not him anymore.”

“Give me your phone.”

Sam held his hand out. With a third sigh I handed it to him. He tapped out a message and sent it then handed my phone back so I could read what he sent.

Me: Are you free Friday night? I understand if you have other plans. Just thought we could meet for drinks, or I could pick you up. You don’t have to feel obligated or anything.

I couldn’t believe he did that, and I almost started texting to take it back when I got a reply.

Her: I am free on Friday night. We could meet somewhere, or you could pick me up. I’m good either way. Nothing too fancy. I’m not into that.

Staring at my phone screen I tried to think of what to say, not wanting to sound desperate or needy.

Me: Okay! I’ll pick you up at 7:30. You okay with riding a motorcycle?

Her: Sure, that means jeans and a jacket, right? I don’t have a helmet.

Me: I have a spare. Looking forward to it. See you then.

I had a date, an actual date, with a nice-looking girl … woman. Bad habit. I showed Sam and he grinned.

“See, old Bucky is still there. Where are you going?”

I looked at him and swallowed. Old Bucky would have taken a girl out in style, dinner, then dancing, then whatever came from that. But I had already told her that I was picking her up by motorcycle, which meant casual, which meant something outdoors, or a movie, or sightseeing. He started the truck up to drive back to Avengers Tower, making suggestions along the way.

“Empire State Building.”

“Heights, you know how I am about heights,” I answered.

He nodded. “Yankees are in town. You could take her to a ball game.”

I glared at him. Never, ever would I go see the Yankees play. Mets, maybe, but I had hated the Yankees since I was a boy, and I wasn’t about to change that. Sam didn’t say anything more until we got back to the Tower and up to the common room area where the others were gathered, watching Jeopardy. I held up my package, which brought some half-hearted cheers.

“Someone has a date Friday night,” announced Sam. “He’s picking her up on his motorcycle at 7:30 and needs some suggestions.”

“Empire State Building,” said Tony.

“He doesn’t like heights,” stated Steve. “Ball game?”

“Only the Yankees are in town,” replied Sam. “He nearly bit my head off when I suggested it.”

Steve grinned and shook his head, picturing that. He knew how I felt about the Yankees because he felt the same.

“The museum,” he countered. “There’s a new art exhibit.”

I shook my head. “That’s your thing, not mine. It’s okay. I’ll come up with something before Friday.”

Using my phone, I looked up all sorts of things to do in New York but kept finding something wrong with them. Either they were too formal, which I really didn’t want, or they were too noisy and crowded, which I really didn’t need. Some of them appealed to me but started and ended early, meaning the date could be over by 9 pm which didn’t appeal to the old Bucky in me. By Friday morning I was ready to cancel the date then Tony Stark turned to me in the elevator.

“I sent you an email,” he said. “Two suggestions. Take them or leave them. But the first part might be interesting for both of you and the second might be a bit nostalgic for you. The best part is that they’re not far apart and you might be able to do both, if it’s going well.” The elevator doors opened on the lab floor, and he stopped in the elevator doorway, seemingly choosing his words carefully. “I hope you have a good time no matter what you end up doing. You deserve that much.”

When I read the email, I smiled. This might not be so bad. 🔹

Holly

After Bucky left, I called my sister to tell her I had a date with the Avenger, Bucky Barnes, and that he was the one whose packages were being redirected back to his old address, now my apartment. She said something about me having all the luck as she thought Steve Rogers was absolutely dreamy. I didn’t rub it in. The next day she sent me a text.

Her: Empire State Building. He’s taking you to the top, to view all of New York. It’s right out of Sleepless in Seattle.

Me: I’ve read he’s not big on heights, due to surviving that big fall in World War II.

A few hours later she sent another text.

Her: Yankees ball game. They’re hosting the Red Sox.

The answer to that was obvious to me.

Me: He’s a Brooklyn Dodgers fan. No self-respecting Dodgers fan would ever cheer for the Yankees.

On Thursday, she texted again.

Her: Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art.

Me: 🫤

That meant I wasn’t into it. On Friday morning, after several days of sending more suggestions she texted another.

Her: Harbour cruise.

That actually wasn’t a bad idea. Wearing jeans and a jacket would keep me warm out on the water. A harbour cruise would start and end at the same pier and a motorcycle would be easier to park in the crowded area. I looked up the cruises then texted my sister back. They all started at 7:00 and he was picking me up at 7:30 so it couldn’t be a cruise. Then Bucky sent me a text.

Him: We’re still on for tonight, right? We’re going to be taking a walking tour in Greenwich Village so wear good shoes. Then we can have a late dinner at a 24-hour diner near the East Village.

Me: Absolutely. That sounds like fun. Hopefully, it doesn’t rain.

Why did I say that about the rain? Now I had introduced the thought that rain could potentially ruin our date. He sent me a reply.

Him: No rain in the forecast. I’ll see you at 7:30.

I smiled. Obviously, he had already thought of the possibility. When I texted my sister with the itinerary, she sent me a thumbs up emoji. It was looking to be a fun date, with no pressure. At 7:25 there was a knock on my door. When I looked through the peephole, I saw that it was Bucky, and opened the door.

“Hi,” I said. “Come on in.”

He brought his hand out from behind his back, producing a bouquet of mixed flowers. “These are for you.” He seemed a little embarrassed. “I always brought flowers on the first date back in the day.”

I was touched as it was a very sweet gesture. “Thank you, I’ll just put them in some water. Make yourself comfortable.”

He wiped his feet on the doormat and stepped in further, sitting down on the sofa. As he stretched his long legs out, I found a vase and filled it with water. Smiling politely, he watched me then stood up and came over to the small kitchen island.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

“I’m nervous,” he admitted. “I had a date a while ago and messed it up when I had a bit of an anxiety attack partway through. She wouldn’t talk to me after that. Can’t say I blame her.” He breathed out noticeably.

“You feeling nervous now?”

“A little.” He fixed those gorgeous eyes on me. “I’m 106 years old, haven’t really dated since the 1940s and some days I feel so old and out of place. I used to be quite the ladies' man before the war.” He breathed out again. “My friend Sam sent the original text as I didn’t think a nice-looking girl like you would go out with me.”

“I haven’t had a date in a few months,” I told him. “Before then I had a boyfriend who told me that I would be prettier if I lost 20 pounds or so. He wasn’t my boyfriend after that. I know I’m not perfect, but I like who I am. Do you want to go out with me still?” He nodded, then smiled and said yes. “Then we’ll go out. I think you’re a gentleman first, and I liked that you brought me flowers, and I liked hearing you call me a nice-looking girl.”

When I brought my jacket out, he helped me on with it, then waited patiently as I locked the door. Down at the sidewalk was his motorcycle, one of those classic ones that usually cost an arm and a leg. He unlocked the security compartment, bringing out a helmet for me. Making sure it fit properly he put his on, zipped up his leather jacket, and straddled the seat, gesturing for me to get on behind him.

“Hold on tight,” he said. “If it’s too much for you, pat my front two times and I’ll pull over. I’m a safe driver and I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

Placing my purse crossways over my body I got on behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle. Even through his jacket I could feel how firm his abdomen was. For a brief moment I pictured him shirtless (yes, it was nice) and giggled then put the thought out of my head as I leaned against his back. The rumble of the motorcycle was loud, even inside my helmet but as soon as he put it into gear it lessened slightly. The motorcycle proved to be the perfect vehicle as he could easily get out of any traffic snarl quickly and just over 20 minutes later, we arrived at Washington Square Park. After locking our helmets back inside the security compartment, he held his right hand out to me and guided me to where a small group of people were waiting. We checked in and waited for the rest of the people to arrive.

🔹

Bucky

Even though I was recognized by the tour guide I kept my attention on Holly, making sure that she didn’t feel ignored. She took my hand again as we waited for the rest of the people. When they arrived, our tour began with a history of Washington Square Park, including the fact that it was a native burial ground as well as a cemetery used to bury the dead of the American Revolution. Apparently, they still occasionally found human remains whenever an excavation had to be done on repairing utilities. We also went to what was called the Pirate’s Den, connected to a notorious woman, named Vivian Gordon, murdered in late February 1931.

“I was 12, almost 13 years old,” I blurted out. “I think I remember that. Wasn’t the mayor of New York implicated in that murder?”

The tour guide looked at me, smiling. “I can safely say that this is the first time I’ve had a participant who was around for one of the older historical events in this tour.”

It got everyone laughing and Holly squeezed my hand, smiling at me. From there we were shown where Mark Twain lived, and where his ghost apparently made appearances. The tour guide had a device that supposedly could show the presence of a ghost electronically, but it didn’t show anything there, although it did on other places that we stopped at, specifically the Brown Building, where the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire occurred, killing over 140 women. After an hour of walking and stopping at various landmarks the tour ended back at Washington Square Park. I slipped the tour guide an extra $20 and mentally thanked Tony Stark for suggesting the activity. It had been interesting, and I think Holly liked it as well. She looked over my arm as I checked the address of the diner.

“It’s close enough to walk, about twenty minutes,” I said. “Would you mind if we left the motorcycle here, so I don’t have to find another parking spot?”

“Not at all,” she responded, taking my hand again.

Making sure I was walking between Holly and the street we strolled along without speaking, not that we needed to fill the silence with anything. Instead, we just enjoyed each other's presence. We did have to dodge a guy on a skateboard that zipped towards us, but Holly just casually turned towards me as he passed.

“Sorry,” she said, as her other hand reached for my chest, and I put my other arm around her. “He came out of nowhere.”

“It was worth it,” I said, without thinking.

It was something old Bucky would say. Her face lit up as she smiled at my reply. Patting my chest with her hand, she looked up in a way that brought back memories of previous dates. I almost kissed her then she dropped her hand and returned to walking beside me, her hand firmly in mine. When we arrived at the diner Holly’s face seemed pleased.

“I didn’t know about this place!”

“Tony Stark suggested it,” I replied, holding the door open for her.

It was bright inside, considered retro for the 21st century with its checkerboard flooring, booths with padded seats, and the older lighting fixtures. In the 1940s it would have been seen as futuristic with its many curved lines in the finishings. We were seated in a booth where our knees touched. I was about to ask to be moved but she just smiled and said it didn’t bother her. It reminded me of when Sam and I first started working together during the Flag Smashers, and we had the impromptu therapy session inside the Baltimore police station. Before I could tell Holly about it, the waitress arrived to take our drink orders. Not wanting to give her the wrong impression I ordered a coffee. She ordered a chocolate milkshake and asked for a starter of mozzarella sticks. Quietly, we looked at the menu, although I tried to look at her some more. When our drinks arrived Holly ordered a chicken wrap and salad. I ordered the meatloaf special, and a bacon cheddar burger with fries on the side. Before I could explain she looked at me with some amusement.

“So, it’s true?” she asked, her eyes bright. “Super soldiers have to eat a lot of food to keep their energy up. I envy you. I wish I could eat like that.”

“It’s true but it’s not always enjoyable,” I replied. “After really heavy missions that take a lot out of us, I barely have enough energy to eat at all, but I have to force myself. Bruce … Bruce Banner, invented a supplement for me and Steve to boost our calorie intake and give us instant energy, but it’s not the best tasting and the texture is kind of awful.”

“I guess that would be a downside,” she offered. “My sister has a crush on him, on Steve.” She clarified. “She’s my best friend and we would have lived together but she got here a year before I did, found a place to share and co-signed the lease. When I decided to move here, I had to find my own place because she was locked into the lease with her roommate. We’re only one stop away from each other and we see each other a lot.”

“Does she have a boyfriend?”

I was asking because I knew Holly would appeal to Steve and if her sister was like her, perhaps she would be good to double date with. That would be something, a double date with Steve that might actually work in his favour as he was still as hopeless now with the ladies as he was in the 1940s.

“She’s between boyfriends right now.” A smile crossed Holly’s face that lit her up from inside. “You thinking of fixing her up with Steve Rogers?”

I shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time I tried. Even though he is more handsome now he’s still the same shy guy he was when we were younger. Takes him weeks just to get up the courage to say hi to a girl.”

She was leaning towards me with her chin resting on her hand. “I like how you call me a girl. It’s supposed to be a put down in these times, but I guess to someone of your age, someone my age is a girl. I’m not offended by it, although I guess some are.”

Just like that Holly put me even more at ease. Our mozzarella sticks arrived, and she took the first one dipping it into the sauce. Tentatively I bit into one, then smiled as the cheese stretched out from my mouth to the stick. Holly giggled a little as we grappled with the strings of cheese. Our main food arrived just as we finished the last of the appetizer. Holly stole some of my fries which didn’t bother me at all. For dessert I had apple pie à la mode, while she had chocolate cake.

Tony had good instincts referring me to this place. It was informal enough that neither one of us tried to impress the other. We talked more about all sorts of things, my love of books, her love of dancing, our shared interest in science and technology. After I paid the bill, I opened the door to the outside and we stepped out into the night, which had cooled down a little since our tour. We headed back towards the park where my motorcycle was parked. As we got closer, we could hear the sounds of music and applause.

“Street performers!” exclaimed Holly. “Please, can we watch?”

How could I say no?

🔹

Holly

Watching the street performers with Bucky was something else. He had never seen buskers like this before. Jugglers with fire sticks, catchy music and clever repartee were just the beginning. There were some aerial gymnasts doing all sorts of tricks that displayed their acrobatic abilities. A pair of guys with tap shoes danced to hip hop in ways that successfully melded the two forms of entertainment. Another guy with a bmx bicycle did all sorts of twists, turns and jumps including some on an obviously home-made ramp that defied gravity. It was an explosion of sight, sound, and colour that intrigued him, making him so much fun to be with, not to mention even more gorgeous. I gave some money to the hats that were passed around, explaining this was probably how many of the buskers made a living. He added some of his own. When we finally pulled away and began the walk to his motorcycle Bucky couldn’t stop talking about how entertaining it all was.

“Does this happen all the time here?” he asked. “Tony never said anything about it but if it does, then I owe him. That was amazing, just amazing.”

We were holding hands and he stopped at the motorcycle, pulling me closer. It was like we were in a movie as he looked so softly at me, making me feel all sorts of things, both good and kind of scary because I had never been this close to someone like him. Most of my dates were of the nerdy kind, nice but slightly socially inept. This was Bucky Barnes, handsome, notorious, and an absolute dreamboat. When our lips met, I swear there was music. Of course, we were only a block away from the park where the entertainment was still going on, but the sounds from there just seemed to add to the romance in our little moment of kissing. He could really kiss … I guess that’s something a guy doesn’t forget, no matter what kind of hell he’s been through.

“I should have asked first,” he murmured when we stopped. “I suppose I got caught up in the moment.”

“Why don’t you ask then?” I replied, looking up at him.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

The second kiss was even better as it was accompanied by his arms wrapping themselves around me and mine wrapping themselves around him, bringing thoughts of him shirtless and more, to my mind again. This kiss also lasted a lot longer before we stopped, and he looked at me.

“I should get you home,” he said, not sounding completely convinced by his own words.

We got back onto the motorcycle, pulling up in front of my building a short time later. After dismounting I took my helmet off then handed it to him.

“I had a really good time,” I said. “Would you like to come up?”

Even in the dim light I could tell he was blushing. “If this was the 1940s, I would have said yes, but I’m not that Bucky anymore. I kind of played the field then and I want something more than that now.”

He really was something else and I looked at him with my heart racing a little. “So, you want a second date?”

“Yes, do you?” I replied yes and we kissed again, a really nice and sweet kiss. “Then I’ll call you soon. I promise.”

I went inside the door of the building and up the now working elevator. When I got inside the small flat, I looked out the window and smiled to see that Bucky was still waiting beside his motorcycle, apparently watching for me to appear. He waved to me, then put his helmet on and started up the motorcycle before pulling away. It might have been just a first date, but it was one of the best dates I had ever been on, and I hope Bucky felt the same.

If you read this one shot and enjoyed it please like, comment and reblog.

[headmate-packages]

A package has arrived for you! Open it?

Shipping #: 00000011

📮💌📦

Shipping number: 00000011 (3)

Name(s): Calcite

Nickname(s): Cal, Calcium

Pronouns: it/?/”?”/X/__ / ❔/🪽/ name & nickname

Species: offhuman, shapeshifter

Age/range: ??? Appears 25

Gender: alderliminal Bizarreaesic (all in a neutral way)

Role: Creature Carer https://pluralpedia.org/w/Creature_Carer

Interests: photography (particularly liminal)

Frontcalls: tends to front with nonhuman members especially those who have trouble communicating or making sense of the world

Likes: mushrooms, Teletubbies, lost media, red text, repeating text, nonhumans and children

Dislikes: snobbish, stuckup people

Appearance specifics: non object head, has stars on cheeks

Signoff: ❔🪽

Fears: God. (Does not have to be in a religious fashion)

Kins: (biblically accurate) angelkin, funguskin

Happy place: Wherever is the most nostalgic for the collective

Hobbies: Sewing, photoshopping liminal or -core images

Passion: Discovering nostalgia

Favorite memory: whatever memory is most nostalgic to the system

Handwriting: Digital font

Image ID: Example of Digital font that reads "I WRITE LIKE THIS"

Letter:

I Have Nothing To Say About Myself As It Has All Already Been Written . I Am Not Exactly A Human . I Have Never Felt One And I Never Will . I Am A Mycena Chlorophos Mushroom . And I Am An Angel . In The Dark , I Glow . When I Am Alone , I Fear Punishment For Crimes I Did Not commit . I Enjoy The Company Of Other Non - Human Beings. I Understand Them . And I Feel Understood By Them .

- CALCITE

Face claims:

Appearance: Calcite can shapeshift and therefore can appear in different ways. Calcite’s shapeshifting has the limitations of always being humanoid and never being perfectly human.

It's difficult to portrayed Calcite through picrew but here are some traits Calcite takes on

Its skin is either sickly pale, white, or grey. Its eyes are either grey or purple, often with a spiral within them. It's hair is either white or purple. Xs face has stars especially across the cheeks.

Calite almost always has wings. Calite often shows with enlarged elf-like ears or extra eyes. It sometimes has mushrooms growing from it.

Any white, as well as ?s mushrooms and stars glow in the dark.

[fictionkinfessions]

stream of conscious rambling about kin things; I've been kinsidering two characters of late and it's struck me just how different they are from each other. Even though my kintypes tend to fall into certain tropes, the main one being some sort of loyalty/obsession/attachment to somebody, it's just fascinating to me that these characters that seemingly have no similarities have similar cores. It makes me think about if hypothetically a higher power existed, why they have chosen these specific characters to thread my soul through. I also think about canonmates a lot. I've never found any nor have I come close to finding any. Im in servers for my kintypes so I know I have sourcemates but the circumstances of our sources tend to be... different enough that it doesn't even feel like it... I'm sans but in my timeline Frisk didn't exist at all, there was never a human child that fell down that day, if there was they never left the ruins but I doubt that Toriel would keep that from me. I see so many Frisks and other sans' miss each other and reassure each other, but it feels so disconnected from my timeline that it doesn't even feel like the same source. i love seeing and talking to the many papyrus out there but all the ones ive spoken to remember a human. i didn't think i could feel lonely in my own source but hey, looks like there's a way. its not just with sans either, so many of my kintypes seem so different from whats "supposed" to happen... part of me wants to try canoncalls but the other part of me is too scared of.. I'm not even sure of what if I'm being honest, maybe one day I'll have more courage to do that. Sometimes I think that everyone's soul has gone through many 'fictional' worlds, only some awaken and some do not, which makes me think - maybe I will never find my canonmates because they haven't awoken to themselves. And maybe they never will. As lonely as I feel sometimes, I am ok with that thought, I think. People with canonmates make me feel very warm if I'm being honest. I'm happy you found each other! [/gen] Backtracking to a previous point, I think that fear of putting out canoncalls comes from me not getting memories easily. In order to find canonmates, you need to compare memories, yes? I don't have many memories, and the memories I do have... well I honestly don't know if those people would want to see me / hear from me, so I guess I get a 'whats the point?' mindset before I even try... interesting. I think I'll keep an eye on kincalling blogs from now on

📦

[staincastle]

rina você pode fazer headers de cores sólidas? sem nenhum detalhe nem nada, só a cor pura

olá anon! aqui estão as headers 📦, resolvi fazer um pequeno degradê de cores variadas, então espero que goste 🤓☝️

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[laundrette]

[charmfamily]

🌌 for Minerva, 📦 for Gemma, 🎭 for Emilia, ☄️ for Damien, and 💧 for a character of your choice!

Spoilers: This gets long cause I'm Wordy AF when I'm not constrained to putting words in a panel. Also I love talking about my pixel people so much and doing writer deep dives cause nerd. Had to put this beast under a cut.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? (MINERVA)

I gravitated toward these specific Premades because of the in-game bio: I had a lot of personal experience with the process of growing up and feeling like I was underwhelming in comparison to all the expectations that came with being the dreaded "gifted kid", so … in a lot of ways I took the adage "write what you know" to heart and used Minerva to essentially write a story that's a love letter to my mother and to my experience with those feelings, particularly in the way that I understand her with another decade and a half of life experience and insight I didn't always have. Seeing Mom one way as a teenager is a completely different game from how I see my mother now, which is the way that I tend to write for Minerva, from both sides of that insight. Well meaning, goodhearted, only wants what's best for Gemma and for Damien, but very rigid in the idea of the way things should be done and the path one should take in order to accomplish certain things. I also wanted it to be the backdrop of her core as a person that Minerva's especially resilient because she was put into a position where she had to be resilient and who she is now is a result of that extremely difficult process. I don't know if it comes across exactly the way I would like it to yet until I get to that post in my story (it's been teased and more is coming up lol) but there's a lot of depth to this person that's the leader of my household, a lot of worry and stress like any mom, but a lot of humor, a lot of wit, a lot of love. I wanted her to feel real and fully fleshed out and get the opportunity to sort of reflect on who she is both inside and outside the bounds of the view of her children.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to…" that can apply to them? (GEMMA)

DISCLAIMER: As much as Minerva is based on my own mother, Gemma is not at all me, she has the guts that I never did. lol

GEMMA'S MOST LIKELY TO:

Most likely to get pissed off and try to start the zombie apocalypse (this will be hilarious later I promise. I don't know WHEN but later. At some point.)

Most likely to incur a little more than her fair share of embarrassing moments with her over romanticization of life and what she expects out of it.

Most likely to turn those embarrassing moments into one hell of a backbone. She IS Minerva's child, after all. The standards never lower.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.? (EMILIA)

That really is what is so different about Emilia, isn't it? Emilia is the only one that doesn't have this idea of pretense: what you see really is what you get. She has her flaws like anyone else, she gets nervous, sometimes she lacks confidence, she's a little too emotional, but all of that emotion is right there at the surface for everyone to see, she's the kind of person that it doesn't matter if you've known her five seconds or five years, she will be happy to see you, she will offer you some gum from her purse, she will compliment your hair, she will talk to you like you've always been there. She wants to be impressive, especially to Minerva, but she wants to be impressive on her own terms, as Emilia. Not anyone else's idea of who Emilia is. I think the fact that even when she's not feeling her bravest, she's still unapologetically herself is what drew Damien to her in the first place.

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right? (DAMIEN)

So far in Semi-Charmed, we've seen a lot of assumptions about Damien: That he doesn't think anything through, he's "the raging bull" that just goes ahead and does whatever and he doesn't stop to ponder the consequences. From an outside perspective (mostly Minerva's perspective let's be real), it's absolutely true, but Damien is coming into this story as someone that's seen firsthand that for all of the planning, all of the stressing and the micromanaging, there are moments in life where trying to do it all perfectly doesn't stop bad things from happening. Could he do things better and more cautiously? Absolutely. Could he be more sensitive and diplomatic? He needs to learn to be if he's going to be with Emilia, but he's in his arc right now, in this moment, of not seeing the value of being that way. His lack of thought is a lot more intentional than people perceive it to be.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon I'm not gonna go with the one that's an obvious spoiler lol. So you can have one for Gemma, a little light angst if you will regarding how she interacts with her peers in the future. She gets upset when people don't have the perceived depth and sensitivity she gives them in her head and it absolutely makes her mopey. This has caused her to hoard journals and she is very much into putting to paper all the unfairness of the world when she's let down by the "Expectations vs. Reality" dichotomy I mentioned wanting to explore with this specific character in a tag one time in a story post (I think. I believe it was a story post, anyway I KNOW I SAID IT)

[thisismeracing]

REQUEST GUIDELINES AND INFOS

FOR IMAGINES AND SMAUS

🏎️ I write for Carlos Sainz, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, and Mick Schumacher.

✍🏾 I usually write fem (she/her) reader, but you can request gender-neutral reader (beware that, as usual, everything will come down to me being comfortable with the request).

🎨 You can suggest a face claim for the SMAU, but be aware that I may not be able to use them for several reasons;

📦 Don’t forget to specify if you want a regular imagine or a social media au;

🪩 I may take some time to finish a request because they depend on a lot of things such as inspiration, and especially, free time for me to do so (I'm a college student, don't be adding more pressure, please y'all);

💌 Please, don't make me write something you already requested for a different writer, if I'm taking too long you can just tell me you sent the idea to someone else;

🛞 You can be as detailed as you want, but, again, be aware that I may adjust some info for the sake of being able to write it;

🛸 If I'm not able to write your request I will answer your ask, don't worry!

🌱 I'm not a machine, so be patient with my timing;

⛽️ If you like your request make sure you let me know either by reblogging and telling me so or sending an ask, it's great to receive feedback and it's my fuel to keep writing;

⚠️ I won’t write about daddy kink, infantilization, hard-core humiliation, incest, threesome, r*pe, or self-h*rm.

FOR MOODBOARDS

🏷️ Be kind and polite when making your requests;

🤎 I’ll be making moodboards for the same pilots I write about (charles, carlos, lando, lewis, and mick,) + george;

📦 Make sure to add your scenario (for example: first date, vacation, mornings, and so on); You can suggest a color idea, I will try my best to follow, but note that sometimes it won’t be possible to do so;

🧋Specify which pilot you want and which reader you want (black!reader, white!reader, plus sizer!reader, desi!reader, asian!reader, and so on);

🥨 Let me know your thoughts once your request is answered (reblog and/or comment).

⏳Request here

[hashanur]

Make Money Modeling From Home | Home Based Business Ideas

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HOW TO START MODELING FROM HOME

What you’ll need to apply to agencies are digitals. These can easily be taken with your own camera or camera phone.

Here are some digitals that I took at home with the help of my dad. Very easy to do!

Many agencies will ask for the same type of digitals so having a set of digitals “ready-to-send” will save you time and stress.

How to set up Digitals

I would highly recommend taking digitals without makeup. Yes, you read that right. No makeup.

Use a plain wall as your backdrop. Make sure there are no shapes, patterns, or other objects behind you.

Use natural light whenever possible. This light can come from a window or if you can shoot outside, make sure that the sunlight is not directly on your face as it might make you squint. We don’t want that.

If the lighting on one side of your body isn’t balanced, use a light on the other side to compensate. For example, when I shot indoors, the window was giving light to my right side and my left side was a little too dark. I added a ring light on my right to balance out the darkened side.

What do you wear?!

Form fitting clothes like a tank top and skinny jeans are great. Agencies want to see the shape of your body.

Stick to neutral colors like black, white or gray.

DO NOT: Wear clothes that have bright colors or crazy patterns.

How about your hair?

Unless there are clear guidelines, the general rule is to keep your hair from your face whether it's in a ponytail or behind your ears. Especially for close ups.

What types of shots should I take?

This is a general list. Be sure to take these photos smiling and not smiling. This will give you a wide range of digitals to choose from when sending to agencies:

Closeup of your face

full side profile

¾ of profile

mid body

full body

full body side profile

full body back (facing away from the camera)

Different agencies ask for different photos, so it can get annoying when you have to re-take new pictures for every agency. But having the core group of pictures listed above, you can save time and immediately apply to those agencies you have your eye on.

Once you have all these photos, you are ready to start applying to agencies. This is all you need.

How to find agencies to apply to?

There are 4 ways:

Google “modeling agency in (X city/state)”. X being the city/state you want to be represented in. If you are not sure if the agencies you have found are legit, you can always refer to my steps on how to figure out if an agency is legit or not.

Google “talent agency in (X city/state)”.

Go to models.com . This is a great website to find legit agencies that you can apply to. Just click on the tab “agencies” and then you can easily search per country or city.

If you are petite, meaning under 5’7’’, and you are not sure which agencies are petite friendly, you can go to the list I’ve created here.

Once you find an agency you like, go to their website and then look for “apply”, “become a model”, “get scouted”, “contact us” or anything with similar wording to find an online form or an email address where you can submit your information, digitals and measurements.

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[perasperaadastrawriting]

Here for the ask game!!

💬 Xiani

🔊 Griffin

💔 Cadan

🎃 Obil

📦 for anyone :)

Oh, Potato, please don't kill me because some of these are painful. But I have to tell you this is just a small excerpt because I have so much more.

💬 favorite line they've said (for Xiani)

Oh, Potato, this one's hard. She has so many quotes I love but here are three I love most.

“I do not care what happens to me.“

“I think I fell in love, Suzy. His smile makes my heart beat faster, the way he speaks calm me. He is one of the few I tolerate around me. Suzy, he is one of the only ones who can calm me once I let my anger control me. I trust him with every bit of my core.”

“All I know is that the greatest pain is when you see it in their eyes that they did not want to lie to you but still did it because of the promise they made. Or the sense of duty they had in that moment. And now we are here. Shattered hearts and a the feeling of absolute betrayal. And while you want to cry you cannot. Because crying would show weakness.“

🔊 a song that reminds me of them (for Griffin)

Oh, I've so many, I've a whole playlist for him and cam semd you all songs in pm too but if I had to choose two it'd be Immortals by Fall Out Boy and The Last Kingdom by John Lunn.

💔angsty headcanon (for Cadan)

When Obil was swept away by the raging current and Cadan thought he had lost him. Then when Cadan almost died.

🎃 something i think they're afraid of (for Obil)

eternal loneliness. he is scared to lose anyone he loves and be alone again like he was three summers ago of the beginning of Ballad of Empires. Besides that, disappointing his loved ones.

📦overall feelings about them (for anyone)

I love them. Even if I destroy them in books and am cruel, I love them. They get happy endings. Most of them at least.

[asked by @writingpotato07]

[fictionkinfessions]

Fanon being so obnoxious with shipping me and my right-hand man together has left me so burnt out. Thankfully, it's less so after the actual show started coming out, but still. In spite of all this, after all this time, I am still very much Black Hat to the core.

📦