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[kiennjio]

I saw some discussion on Kohane "not doing enough" for An some time ago and I wanted to provide my own opinion on it, so here it is!

I think the idea of Kohane not doing enough for An came from Kohane not noticing or doing anything about An's abandonment issues and insecurities. Personally, I don't think this means Kohane didn't do enough for An.

Firstly, An has the tendency to hide her true feelings. Whenever Kohane asked her if she was alright, An would reply with "I'm fine" or something to that effect even if she wasn't. It wouldn't be nice to just force her into telling the truth.

Secondly, Kohane trusts An completely. In Awakening Beat, Kohane still lacked the confidence in herself and her singing, so An told Kohane to just trust her, because she believed in Kohane.

🎧: Let's believe in what Shiraishi An has to say, the girl who absolutely loves the way you, Azusawa Kohane, sing! I understand how it's hard for you to believe in yourself, but it's easy for you to believe what I'm saying, right? No matter what happens, I, Shiraishi An, will always believe in your ability to sing.

After that, Kohane was able to believe in herself, because An did too. So, when Kohane noticed that An was acting off, she asked her if everything was fine, and when An said that there was nothing wrong, Kohane just left it at that. This is not exactly because Kohane trusted that An was telling the truth, but because Kohane trusted that An would tell her everything when she was ready, and was confident that An had the ability to solve whatever was bothering her on her own otherwise. That's why I think Kohane never tried to help An with her abandonment issues―Kohane believes that An would confide in her when she was ready. As seen in Whip the Wimp Girl, An finally tells Kohane everything she had been feeling and Kohane was glad to have understood.

There's also the possibility that Kohane just...never realised. I mean, most of the time An felt insecure was right after Kohane did exceptionally well in an event, so it would be perfectly reasonable for Kohane to want to celebrate her performance and feel happy about it, not noticing that An was acting off.

Besides, I think it's important to take into consideration how Kohane views An. Kohane thinks An is the best partner that always makes her heart pound, always cool and passionate, and will always remain by her side. So it might have never occurred to Kohane that An felt that one day she may not be able to make Kohane's heart pound and Kohane will leave her. Why would An, when she was perfect in Kohane's eyes? This is also addressed in Whip the Wimp Girl, when An told Kohane that she was afraid that Kohane would think she was uncool because of her weaknesses, so An hiding her feelings from Kohane in particular was completely intentional.

🎧: I was afraid that you'd be disappointed, seeing such a lame side of me...

However, Kohane always thought that An was perfect, even with her flaws. (An knows that, too.)

🐹: ...! I'm not disappointed...!

🎧: Yeah. I know. You would never think something like that, Kohane.

Kohane wants to be the best partner for An. To Kohane, doing that is to trust An and to always be there for An.

On a slightly unrelated note, I want to explain how I think An's anxiousness developed and changed over time.

In Awakening Beat, everyone realised Kohane's potential, and that's when An really feared Kohane was leaving her behind for the first time. At that time, Kohane only had untapped potential and hadn't quite reached An's level yet. An thought, "Kohane may leave me if I'm not good enough", and started to work even harder to keep ahead.

Then, in Kick it Up a Notch, Kohane made another leap in her growth, and at that moment, An thought Kohane looked like Nagi, the person she had been looking up to for her entire life. That's when An started to think, "Kohane will leave me because I'm not good enough". No matter how hard she worked, An felt that she would never be able to reach Kohane's level.

In Awakening Beat, An said that she believed in Kohane. Did she really, in the same way Kohane trusted her? An has trust issues from her childhood, when RADder repeatedly broke their promise to spend time with An because they were busy with work. Thus, An didn't fully trust Kohane―she believed in Kohane's ability to sing, but didn't completely trust her as a person, even though they were partners. That's why An took such a long time to tell Kohane her true feelings.

That's all I have; thanks for reading!

[arklay]

RESIDENT EVIL → THE WESKER FAMILY

To the public, little is known of the families behind some of the world’s most renowned bioterrorists, but the question remains: did they play a role in causing their children to walk down the path that they did? Or are these individuals simply ambitious criminals with delusions of grandeur?

For Diana Wesker (née Afanasyeva), her introduction into the bioweapons black market trade was upon discovering her employers were using her research into limb regeneration with salamanders to further their experiments in creating enhanced soldiers, instead of developing human therapies with which she was recruited for. Although the prospect of using biological weapons in the military did not appeal to her, the concept remained fascinating for her own selfish endeavours. Born on the 27th of October, 1963 in Sydney, Australia to Russian immigrant parents, Diana had harsh expectations placed upon her at a young age, ones that no matter how hard she tried she could never live up to. Her mother, Tatyana, was an unfeeling woman, absent for long stretches of time with little regard to how it affected her daughters, much more concerned with her craft as an accomplished opera singer. Viktor was no better. A strict man whose role as father and ballet master blurred, he pushed his girls to one day follow in his footsteps. Whilst Sofia enjoyed ballet, and went on to become a professional ballet dancer, Diana’s heart was set on going into the field of biology. She wished to make a name for herself, separate from her family – to which she succeeded.

Diana was married to former U.S. Marine, Dave Monroe, for only a year until he was declared dead in 1992 after succumbing to injuries sustained in a horrific car accident. Foul play was ruled out while Diana played the role of the grief-stricken widow, but in reality, she had snapped after years of mistreatment at her husband’s hands, and opted for something she could pass off as an accident to be free of him. For years she believed he was dead – and he was, legally – but that proved to not be the case when he found his way back into her life again in 1999. Unbeknownst to her, she had been lied to by the police and coroner, who were paid off by her employers when they took Dave’s body for themselves and used him as one of their first test subjects in developing supersoldiers. Before he could ever hurt her again, Diana’s second husband, Albert Wesker, tracked the man down, captured him and tortured him, before allowing Diana to get her violent and bloody revenge.

The origins of Albert Wesker’s involvement in bioterrorism, alongside his twin sister, Alex, are much different than that of Diana’s. The two hail from London, Canada, but unfortunately, they hold no memories of their lives there, nor what happened to their biological parents when they were eight years old. Agents of Oswell E. Spencer, an aristocratic billionaire and eugenicist, took the twins from their home and executed their parents as per Spencer’s orders. Albert and Alex were then placed in a home funded by the Spencer Foundation where they were given new names and a privileged upbringing. They had access to the best education possible, free to pursue whichever field they decided, but it was by no accident they both went into virology and bioengineering; at home, their adoptive parents – agents whom they believed to be their real parents – instilled them with the beliefs of Oswell E. Spencer, harbouring disdain for war and pestilence, and believing humans to be an evolutionary dead-end in need of a rebirth. They were only two of the hundreds of children “adopted” as part of what is known as Project W, a plan intended to develop an advanced race of human beings. The most promising candidates were headhunted by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, the twins amongst them, where they went on to create bioweapons for the company founded by none other than the man who had handpicked them for his plan. The final stage of this was to infect the thirteen Spencer saw fit, however, only two survived; Albert received the intended effects, now possessing superhuman abilities, however, Alex was only offered more time to live due to her terminal degenerative illness.

In the summer of 1995, Diana was working undercover within Umbrella to gather development data on their projects for her company. Here, she had a chance encounter with Albert, an intelligence officer at the time, which permanently altered the course of her life. The two were never seen far from one another’s side, marrying in 1998, and they went on to become notorious in the bioweapons industry. The development of the Uroboros virus was where things took a turn for the worst. Although Diana’s infection was successful and she bore abilities that rivalled her husband’s, the plan itself did not succeed as they had hoped, and almost cost Albert his life at the hands of his former subordinates.

Now, they work within the shadows, with Diana declared missing and Albert believed to be dead. Their legacy, however, lives on with the mark they left on the world. As visionaries in their field, they influenced bioterror attacks carried out by countless individuals and organisations. In turn, they also inspired others to fight against such atrocities. One such person happens to be Albert’s son from a former relationship, Jake Müller, whose existence he was unaware of.

[whales-are-gay]

the shame i wish that i was brave enough to dive in but i never had been and never will be i'm coming in hot then freezing completely

[d-joana-a-shippadora]

I fucking hate HTML

[stxrmnight]

[burydaisies]

for example

[morgotts-moved]

I want to put a nice little quote after this gifset I made but I am struggling with the html :((

[melodiaemfrp]

helllo sorry for another username ask! but dan heng from the hit game honkai star rail had his username updated to stararchivist. true tumblr rp url moment. it's xing and it's 6/30 and catch me on disney channel(shineonthesea on twt)

oh and. i'm stupid it's xing again can you just append this to the other ask to update dan heng's canon point to post-windswept wonderlust (xianzhou luofu). still 6/30 and on twt@shineonthesea

hiya xing!

both the username and canon point have been updated for you! wow... my favorite disney channel...

~ SCRIBE DIMINUENDO

[theminecraftbee]

so i've been seeing this occasionally in the tags lately and i thought i'd bring up:

if you want someone to click or reblog your fic link you cannot simply post a link to the fic with either no description or a single sentence of description. if you do not put something beyond a link and a sentence, no one is going to click it.

part of this is basic internet safety (don't click links if you don't know where they're supposed to go), but a large part of this is that you have to catch someone's attention to make them click and leave the page they're on! people, in general, aren't going to click a link that doesn't interest them. you should interest them! so, how do you do that?

put some kind of image above your link in your post. this is BY FAR the most certain way to get reblogs and catch people's eye, but it's also the most time-consuming if you aren't already good at edits or art yourself. moodboards, little edited headers, or gifs can help you here (depending on fandom). art you've made yourself or have permission to use is absolutely the best option here, but it's by far the most time-intensive and difficult. full disclosure: i don't do this! that's because i am absolutely pants as a visual artist, even in the realm of editing or selecting gifsets. but if you have this skill and are sad your fics aren't getting attention on tumblr, this could be a potential answer!

write a summary and some kind of note with the link. there's a slightly cluttered cheat way to do this later in the list, but personally i find that formatting your fic post yourself is the best way to make these posts look good. i normally go fic link (making sure the link embed has the title) - summary of fic beneath that in a blockquote - an author's note about what to expect beneath that summary. however, everyone has different standards for how to do this! some people i know like to make sure tags and rating are present; some do not. some put some of this information beneath a cut; some do not. the main key here is to make sure there's just enough information above the cut in the main post that if i, a stranger, am browsing the tag and find your fic, i have enough information to know if it's something i might be interested in! i can always click to see the ao3 tags if i am intrigued, so it doesn't need to be all the information. just enough to catch my eye!

just post the whole fic to tumblr, including a link at the top or bottom. this is the most efficient non-art way to get notes on a fic you post, since, unlike a link with a description, a tumblr user doesn't have to leave the website to read and decide if they're interested or like it enough to reblog. however, there are two downsides. the first is that the fic almost always has to be short (~2k words if you use a cut, less if you don't), since most tumblr users aren't using the website expecting to read a bunch. the second is that doing this will mean most of your fic's readers likely will read it from tumblr, rather than following the fic to ao3. which, you may not care! i certainly don't when it comes to the ficlets i write directly to tumblr. however, it means i really don't recommend doing this with a multichapter fic.

use ao3's share button to automatically make a tumblr post. fics on ao3 have a "share" button, located above the tags and summary. this has a tumblr option, which you can then use to automatically post the fic link to tumblr. this is a bit cluttered since it includes all of the tags from the fic, alongside the full summary, rating, wordcount, etc. personally, i would then edit a little to remove some of that information so that it's more eyecatching and less overwhelming, but if you don't want to, that's also fine! that is still almost always going to be better than posting the link by itself with a single sentence to describe it, and isn't half-bad formatting-wise.

finally, you'll note my posts for ongoing chapters aren't normally given this treatment or fandom tags (although i almost always include a summary of some kind on them). this is because i generally don't want people finding my fic for the first time from a random chapter in the middle. i don't mind if they do, but i'm not going to spam the tag and i'm not going to make THAT much of an effort to make the post appealing. new chapters are things that might tell one of my followers that there's an ongoing fic they should look out for, and tell my current readers and followers that there's, well, a new chapter, but generally they aren't going to hook people. however, if you post chapters a lot more infrequently than i do, or if you simply have the energy to, there's nothing stopping you from applying these to chapter posts as well!

the thing is: look, at the end of the day, i agree with people who say you should write for yourself. how many notes you get isn't a big deal, i promise; the most important feeling is, ultimately, the feeling you get when you finish something and know you made it with your own hands. some of my favorite writing achievements are NOT my most popular, but are my favorites for reasons entirely unrelated to popularity. however, i see a lot of writers bemoaning how badly their fic posts do, when their fic posts are the ao3 embed and a single sentence that reads "this is my new fic enjoy"; the thing is, there are things you can do to make that link into something that someone is more likely to read and/or reblog! (i know i personally don't like reblogging links if i don't know their contents for the aforementioned internet safety reasons.)

just because you write for yourself doesn't mean that you can't give yourself a little leg up in finding your audience. it's worth it both for yourself and your readers, i promise.

[beat-the-morning]

Depression interrupted || Hozier x reader

Kinktober - Day 6: Interruption

Prompt List

Tags: interruption, spit, mentions of depression, multiple orgasms, long introduction, reader has depression, nipple sucking, hickeys, references to possible suicide, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda because the hurt is like 2 paragraphs and the comfort is the rest of the fic

Summary: You’ve been on a depressive episode for the past couple weeks, and while Andrew had given you the space you requested, his anxiety gets the better of him when you stop answering your phone. So he goes to your apartment and finds a pleasant surprise.

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: this one’s a long one chat idk what to say i got really into it. There’s nothing explicit that isnt the smut itself so don’t worry about it💙

||💙FULL FIC UNDER CUT💙||

You had been in a slight depressive rut for these past few weeks, you didn’t know why exactly, but two and a half weeks ago you started feeling so incredibly sad that your brain decided it was best if you isolated yourself for a while, you worked from home anyway so it wasn’t like you’d be missing work if you decided to bedrot for a couple days until you felt better. But the “couple days” had now become seventeen days of not leaving the house and doing the bare minimum communication with your friends and family so they’d know you weren’t dead. This trend of lacklustre communication had also extended to your boyfriend, Andrew, who had been worried sick about you since you started answering to his messages less and less and not talking much during your calls.

He’d wanted to come see you sooner, but between making new songs and having meetings for his next album, he had been too busy to do anything that wasn’t working until a couple days ago. You had told him to not worry, that you just needed to be alone for a bit, and he decided to just let you be for a bit, checking in on you at least twice a day, usually more, and feeling his anxiety dissipate when you answered. His brain was divided, he did want you to have your own space and to let you figure this out on your own like you had before, but at the same time he was worried, your depressive episodes had never lasted more than four or five days since you started dating, and he’d always helped you through them, so why were you so distant now? And why for so long? Were you planning something? Andrew felt a knot in his stomach at the thought of you doing anything to hurt yourself, he grabbed his phone and messaged you, an admittedly cheesy message, but it was the only way he had of hiding how incredibly anxious he truly felt.

Andrew:

how are you feeling my love? can we call? id love to hear your voice i miss you so much baby <3] </blockquote>

You didn’t answer, didn’t even read his message, for the next hour Andrew sat on his couch waiting for you to message him or even to leave him on read so he’d know you’re still there. His anxiety created worse and worse scenarios in his head, he knew the most probable reason as to why you hadn’t answered yet was that you were asleep, but the little worm in his head told him a more sinister story, so he called you. You didn’t answer. He tried again. Voicemail. Third time. No answer. He knew that you would still get notifications from him and that your phone would still ring if it was a call from him even when you had it on Do Not Disturb, so why weren’t you answering? He called over and over again for the next hour, by his twenty-third call he was stressed out of his mind, he didn’t know what to do, but the call didn’t go to voicemail this time.

“Sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is off or without signal, please try again later.” Said the robotic voice over the phone. That settled it for Andrew, he took his keys and the copy he had of yours “for emergencies” and got in his car with the intention of driving it to your house and checking in on you in person.

While all of this had been happening, you had been sleeping on the couch while your phone was in your bedroom supposedly charging, or it would be if you had remembered to plug it in. You woke up a bit after your phone had, unbeknownst to you, fully ran out of battery. You staggered over to your bedroom once more, your feet dragging along the floor of your small one-bedroom apartment. You threw yourself on your bed, not even bothering to check your phone before curling in on yourself and trying to fall asleep again, tossing and turning in your bed for a couple minutes before you decided to just masturbate to help you fall asleep again. Laying on your back, your hand sauntered downwards on your body, slipping under your pants and underwear and in between your folds, you gasped softly at your own touch, having not done this since your depressive episode took hold. Slowly, you started flicking your clit, you couldn’t be bothered to look for your toy so your hands would have to do. Your free hand moved up under your shirt and to your chest, squeezing your breast though your bra and making you gasp again. Soft, quiet whimpers and moans escaped your lips as you slowly played with yourself.

Andrew was driving to your apartment at a record pace while still being careful enough that he wouldn’t break any laws, finishing what would normally be a 45 minute ride in 35. He parked the closest he could to your building and, as calmly as he could, speed-walked over to your building’s door, opened it, and went inside. He took the elevator to your floor, the fifth, and while it slowly moved, he repeated the same thought in his head over and over, that you were probably just asleep and that he was worrying for nothing, but he needed to make sure you were okay, he needed to see you, even if you hadn’t actually done anything to yourself he still wanted to hold you in his arms until you felt like yourself again. He’d missed you so much in just two weeks and the thought of not being beside you for another second hurt him. The elevator doors opened, he rushed to your door, unlocking it and stepping into your apartment.

It wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined it would be, but he hadn’t seen your room or the kitchen yet, so he knew there would still be some surprises for you two to clean later. He called your name, you didn’t answer, being too focused on your own moans in your bedroom to hear him speak or walk towards your bedroom door. Andrew leaned his ear against the door, hearing soft whimpers coming from inside, he felt his heart relax and break at the same time, his worst nightmare hadn’t come true, but you were, to his knowledge, crying in your bedroom by yourself. He slowly opened the door, his eyes looking for you in the dark space.

“Baby? I’m sorry I came here like this but you weren’t answering and I- oh.” He explained quickly as he slowly pushed the door open, his little apology coming to a halt as he saw you on the bed, your shirt and bra scrunched up over your chest revealing your breasts while your hand squeezed one of them. Your other hand having travelled to your cunt, idly playing with your clit. He felt his anxiety vanish completely, being replaced by insatiable love and lust for you.

You yelped at the sight of Andrew at your bedroom door, your hands stopping their movements and rushing to grab something to cover yourself with like he hadn’t seen you naked a million times over. “Andrew!” You screamed, “what are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my messages or my calls and then your phone ran out of battery so I came to see you.” He explained, a small smirk slowly appearing on his face. “Glad to see you’re okay, though.”

“I- I had it charging, did I not plug it in correctly?” You mumbled as you reached over to your nightstand, finally noticing that the charger wasn’t plugged into the wall. You noticed Andrew’s weight shift the mattress, then his arms around your waist pulling you close to him.

“Why didn’t you want to see me, baby?” He asked softly, burying his face in your hair.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you answered, your voice starting to shake as the tears formed in your eyes. “I’m a mess, I don’t want to burden you with my stupid brain.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed lovingly, making you turn around so you were looking at him. “Don’t say that, you could never burden me, ever. I love you, more than anything, and I want to be here for you for anything that you need help with. Especially this, okay?”

You nodded, a few tears leaving your eyes and running down your face.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he kissed your cheeks a couple times each. “Do you want to talk about something else to get your mind off the sad thoughts? Or do you want to vent for a bit?”

“Something else,” you practically whispered, making Andrew smile.

“Okay, how about we talk about what you were doing just before I came into the room, hm?”

You felt your face heat up as you heard his question. “I- ehm. I was… yeah.” You managed to stutter out.

“Do you want help finishing with it?” He asked, his voice dropping an octave lower.

You nodded meekly, feeling your blood rush to your cunt. He chuckled.

“How do you want the help, my love?” He asked, leaning closer. “Do you want my mouth? My fingers? My cock?”

“Cock.” You answered, your face heating up even more.

“Very well, then.” Andrew smiled lovingly, kissing your lips deeply, his tongue moving against your lips, asking for entrance.

You opened your mouth, he deepened the kiss immediately, you kissed back with just as much passion as him, your fingers tangling in his curls. He pulled back from your lips and started kissing down your jaw and neck, relishing in the sound of your soft moans.

“You smell like coffee,” he pointed out between kisses.

“I spilled some on myself this morning, it was worse before I showered.” You mumbled in response.

“You showered?” He asked.

“Shut up.” You pouted.

“I wasn’t teasing, love. I’m proud of you.” He smiled softly, his eyes looking into yours with nothing but love and understanding. He kissed you again, more gentle this time, then resumed his worshipping of your neck, making his way down to your collarbone. His hands pulled at your shirt, his lips leaving your skin for just long enough that he could take it off you, followed by your bra, leaving you completely topless. He fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples until they were hard and taking one of them into his mouth, sucking and nibbling while his fingers played with your other one.

Gently, you laid down on the bed, Andrew followed behind, trapping you below him. His mouth moved to your other nipple, the coldness of the air hitting your wet peak making you gasp and goosebumps form in your skin. He chuckled, kissing your skin a few more times before pulling back and taking his own sweater and undershirt off. You smiled at the sight of him, he smiled back.

“There’s that smile I missed.” He said in a loving whisper, leaning closer to you when he noticed your hands reaching out to touch him. He hummed softly, closing his eyes for a second to fully focus on the feeling of your hands on him. You caressed his torso, stopping to grasp and squeeze his man boobs and his chubby stomach, making him laugh again. “Always with that.” He teased.

“Let me be, I like it.” You teased back, trying not to giggle.

“Not complaining,” he leaned down to place a peck on your lips with a smile. “Just making an observation.”

“Sure it was.” You giggled softly, Andrew smiled lovingly as he slowly kissed down your body.

“Have you been taking your birth control?” He asked once his hands started pulling down on your pants.

You shook your head, you hadn’t taken it since this episode started. “I don’t have any condoms either…” you added softly.

“Yeah you do,” Andrew argued with a crooked smile, standing up and taking a box of condoms from the drawer on your bedside table.

“I didn’t buy those,” you felt your face heating up again.

“I know, I did,” he chuckled as he started unbuckling his belt, “put them there just in case, too.” He threw the belt off somewhere in your room, taking off his jeans and boxers in one movement, his cock springing free from its confines, already hard and leaking. He took one of the condoms from the box, opening it and rolling it onto his cock.

He positioned himself between your legs, taking your pants and underwear off you as quickly as he could, running his fingers up and down your slit to see how wet you were.

“You’re dripping,” he growled, “all for me?” He added teasingly.

“Yeah,” you moaned softly.

“Did you even come before I interrupted you? Or since we last saw each other at all?” He asked, his voice deep and sultry. You shook your head in response, he chuckled and mockingly pouted, his hands moving your legs apart and positioning his length at your entrance. “Oh, my poor baby, almost three weeks without an orgasm, how did you even manage?”

“Shut up and fuck me already,” you whined needily, “please.”

“Demanding little brat,” he scolded playfully, thrusting himself complaining into your pussy in one single thrust and making you scream in pleasure. You tried to catch your breath, feeling your walls stretch around him in the most pleasurable pain to accommodate to his size. He stood still, buried to the hilt in your heat, drunk on the sound of your quiet gasps. “God, baby, you feel so fucking good, I almost wish I wasn’t wearing a condom right now.” He chuckled softly as he leaned in to kiss you.

You kissed back, moving your hips ever so slightly to silently tell him to start moving. He listened, thrusting languidly in and out of you. “Faster, please,” you mumbled between soft moans.

“How much faster, baby?” He asked, kissing your neck passionately. “Do you want me to ruin you completely? Because I know I want to.”

“Yes, please,” you begged in between breathy moans, “oh my God, pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Andrew smiled, biting and sucking softly at your pulse point, leaving a mark for everyone to see. His pace quickened, becoming relentless and unstoppable as your nails left their mark on his back. Your bed shook with the intensity, your moaning resounding against the bedroom walls. He kissed your body in any place where he could reach, enjoying the sound of your cries of pleasure as he lost himself in you.

He grabbed your leg, moving it so your ankle was on his shoulder allowing his cock to hit on the right spot to drive you crazy. He looked at your tits, bouncing as he thrust into you, your face contorted in pleasure. His hand that wasn’t holding your leg moved to squeeze your breast, twisting and pulling your nipple to make you scream like he liked you to. He growled as you moaned louder and louder.

He kissed what he could reach of your leg, wanting desperately to always have his lips somewhere on you. His hand moved from your breast to your lips parting them with his fingers and pushing two of them into your mouth. You sucked out of instinct, eliciting a deep moan from Andrew. His fingers slowly thrusted in and out, muffling your moans, then he pulled them out, holding your mouth open by your chin, he leaned in, his face hovering over yours. He gathered saliva in his mouth, then slightly parted his own lips, letting his spit fall from his mouth to yours, shutting it closed right after. “Swallow it.” He ordered, leaving no room for argument, his relentless thrusts still shaking you and the bed. You obeyed, swallowing it without looking away from his eyes. He opened your mouth again, doing the same thing he just did and spitting into your mouth once more, this time you shut your mouth by yourself and swallowed without him having to tell you. He smiled, caressing your face lovingly. “Good girl, that’s it, you’re so good for me, baby. So fucking perfect.”

You felt the twist of climax forming in your lower tummy, your moans mixing with whimpers. Andrew slightly changed the posture just enough so his pelvis would hit against your clit with every thrust. You felt the coil quickly tightening more and more until it snapped without a warning. You clenched around Andrew’s cock in your orgasmic bliss, your juices spilling out of your cunt around him, making a mess on the bed. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” You begged even as your climax washed over you.

“You want another one, baby?” He teased lightly, feeling like he was on cloud nine just from hearing you beg for another orgasm.

“Yeah… please?” You begged desperately. “Please, Andy, I’ll be good, please!”

“You know I can’t say no to you, my perfect angel.”

His hand moved to your clit, flicking it rapidly while his thrusts became irregular and twitchy because of his own oncoming orgasm. You felt your second climax creep up on you again, your legs shaking from the overstimulation and your moans turning completely into whines and whimpers.

“Almost there, baby, come with me, that’s it.” He cooed gently, guiding you towards your next orgasm. “Such a pretty sight, my darling girl, so pretty for me.”

You came at the sound of his voice, clenching around him once more as he buried himself deep in you, stopping his movement and spilling his seed into the condom. You both breathed deeply, trying to catch your respective breaths.

Andrew pulled out of you, letting you lay in bed while he took off his condom and tied a knot on it before throwing it in the trash. He put his boxers back on, sitting back on the bed and caressing your body with love and care. “How are you feeling, love?” He asked softly.

“Good,” you smiled, “better than I have in the past couple weeks.”

“I’m glad,” he kissed your cheek, “go to the bathroom, baby, you know you have to.” He reminded you. You nodded, standing up from the bed and making your way out of the bedroom, stopping at the door when Andrew called your name. “Can you make me some coffee, please? Only if you feel like it, I can make it myself if not.” He asked.

“I’ll make you some, don’t worry about it.” You smiled, leaving the bedroom, closing the door, and walking into the only bathroom in your apartment. You cleaned yourself up, put on new clothes that had been on the folding pile since the week before last, and went into the kitchen to make coffee for Andrew. You heard some noises coming from your room, which you assumed was Andrew trying to find his clothes between all the mess that had accumulated in there for the past two and a half weeks. You finished the coffee after a while, having made it in an Italian coffee press since you knew Andrew didn’t have one but liked how coffee tasted when made in one, poured it in a cup and made your way back to your bedroom. You opened the door to find most of the mess gone, the windows opened and lighting up the room once more.

“What the..?” You mumbled softly, seeing Andrew throw the last of your clothes that had been scattered across the floor into your hamper.

“I know you don’t have the energy to clean right now,” he said softly, taking the coffee from your hands and taking a sip, “so I thought I’d help a bit.”

“You didn’t have to.” You said, feeling tears prickling up in your eyes.

“I wanted to, though,” he assured you, leaving the coffee on your dresser and holding your face in his hands and wiping away the tears that had fallen from your eyes. “I love you, I want to help you. So let me.”

You hugged him tightly, “thank you,” you sobbed lightly, overwhelmed by the amount of love you were getting from him. “I love you too, I love you so much.”

“Don’t cry, angel,” he kissed your head. “Let’s cuddle for a bit, then we can go out somewhere if you want or we can stay here and watch a movie or something, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded into his chest, letting yourself be guided into your bed once more and curling up in his embrace as you laid together, his fingers running along your hair and arms.

[sereg0re]

PHOTOPEA TUTORIAL: RP ICONS/ICON BORDERS !

HOW I USE CLIPPING MASKS && RECTANGLE SELECT TO CREATE MY ICON BORDERS. this post will include framing the rp icon itself, the border around the icon && adding on optional block quotes—also, a bonus how-to for applying patterns to your block quotes and/or icon border; in case you're after some zesty editing !

pictured below is a simple, PRE-MADE icon that we will be attempting to recreate in this tutorial. all you need is a screencap && photopea ! as for the blockquote pattern, it is an optional design / example that i will provide later on in the tutorial ! this tutorial will involve rectangle select & clipping masks and i will cover how to do them both.

start a New Project, make sure the background is transparent. pick what size you'd like the overall border to be, not the icon itself.

you should start out with a transparent rectangle, as seen above. for this particular recreation, i've listed the width & height of my standard icon border sizes below. if you don't know, these sizes are determined by pixels.

W: 640 H: 107 i.e., W: 640 pixels H: 107 pixels.

next step: select Layer>New>Layer as seen highlighted below. this new layer is where your icon base will be/your clipping mask will go.

now that we've added a new layer for the icon base/mask to go, we're going to use rectangle select to set the size of our icon. right click where the yellow highlight(left bar) is pointing in the example below && drag your cursor to expand the "rectangle select" to whatever size icon you want. for this example(as seen below) i've chosen the size 80x80.

after you've set your desired icon size, you can now drag the selection(you should see a dotted border outlining your selection) to where you'd like your icon to be placed. i personally chose to place mine in the center—i did accidentally forget this step in the tutorial, so don't mind it if you see it move in the next two examples. though not an incredibly important detail, you can always move it after you fill it in !

once you have placed your base, select your brush tool && choose a color(highlighted in yellow, located on the left bar in the example below). you can use whatever color you'd like here, as long as it stands out to you—i usually choose red or green so that it can stand out from the background. once you've picked your color, you're going to color inside of the selection that you've made. don't be afraid to color outside of the lines...the brush will not exceed past what you've selected in advance with your rectangle tool !

once your base is colored in, you may now de-select your rectangle select tool(right click>deselect).

pictured below is an example of our current progress. as you can see i finally moved my icon to the center.

this colored shape will be your 'x marks the spot'—it is where your screencap(as a clipping mask) will be going once we finish the border of the icon.

speaking of which, now it's time to create our border ! add a new layer with the same process as before. Layer>New>Layer. name it whatever you'd like. i've simply labeled the new layer as "icon border" because it will be the layer the border goes on. make sure it is on a layer that is separate from the icon base.

in the "icon border" layer, repeat the rectangle select process outside of each side of your square/icon base. selecting one side at a time, be sure to fill it with the color of your desired border. i will be using a white border, which will be 3 pixels wide on each side. (example is of me expanding the select tool to the preferred pixel height/width outside of the base)

once you've finished creating a selection && filling each section, you can deselect && should be left with something like this:

this is optional, of course, but if you'd like you can also make an outer border/border edge. you can do this in a new layer or simply place it on the same layer as the white border. in the example icon at the top of the post, you can see that the icon i made has a gray outline outside of the white border. to do that, simply repeat the rectangle select option; and this time, only select 1 px width of space(or more, depending on how thick you want it/if your border is wider) on the outer edges of the white border. with you're new color(mine being gray as depicted) you can fill each of these edges. here's what we got going on so far !

now, to add your icon inside of the border! (it doesn't really matter if you do it before or after, just as long as you got your layers right!)

as you can see, i already added my icon to the base; you can do this before or after you've created your border && border edge. in the image above, the rectangle select you're seeing is an example of where the outer border/edge was filled in with gray. of course, to add your icon, file>open and place>choose your screencap. once your screencap is opened, right click it && once you're met with the drop down, left click the option that says "clipping mask." doing this will give you free reign to zoom in or out and move your icon around(to move it, edit>free transform && drag) all within the confines of the icon base you've created with your selection tool && brush.

our current result:

now... for optional blockquotes. make sure to start a new layer for your blockquote/s. once again, you're going to use the rectangle select tool; choose the width && height of your blockquote by dragging/expanding the tool with your cursor. i've made my blockquote 2 pixels wide because i prefer them thin—if you would choose wider blockquotes, just expand the selection.

once selected, fill that selection with the preferred color of your desired blockquotes. most people choose gray or colors relevant to their characters—i will be using red because i will be treating this as a clipping mask, so i can show you how to put a pattern into the blockquotes if you want something that stands out.

you can see ive put two blockquotes in place. you can choose to move them however you want them, or include both the blockquotes in one layer or seperate layers. i've personally separated mine for this example. (layers bq 1 + bq 2 on the side)

ADDING A PATTERN: do the same thing you did with your screencap...file>open and place>choose image. i will be using this abhorrent little pattern(free to use!) i created for the sake of this tutorial. and just like you did with placing your screencap, right click and select "clipping mask" on the dropdown. again, you can move it, zoom in and out however you please. just make sure the image is lined up with the blockquotes!

and here's what you should end up with, or something similar !

EXTRA / ADDING A PATTERN TO YOUR BORDER:

once you've gotten the hang of rectangle select/clipping masks, this part is self explanatory. basically, if you'd like to put a pattern inside your border (this will be the white border you created) you can repeat steps you took to add a pattern to your blockquote, this time placing your clipping mask over the layer with your border.

and that's pretty much the formula of all formulas for me personally—these tools come in hand for a lot of my editing !

[support]

Attention: Theme developers and blog customizers on web

We’ve made some big updates to our Custom Theme documentation to help you create themes that support our Neue Post Format (NPF) and un-nested reblog UI.

What’s New:

Example theme markup – which includes our un-nested reblog UI.

Updated “Reblogs” section with explanations and examples of how to use the un-nested reblog UI in your themes in favor of the old blockquote representation.

Clarification on how to support NPF with existing theme variables.

In case you missed it, we’ve updated the Theme Garden to feature a collection of NPF-compatible themes (marked with a red star).

Want to learn more about how to customize your blog theme on web? Have a look at our Help Center article.

Learn more about how to submit your own themes to the Theme Garden for other people to use or purchase. Be sure to review our Theme Submission Guidelines beforehand! We’re looking forward to seeing your creations.

For bug reports and feature requests, please submit a ticket using our Support Form.

[theholisticdetective]

Looks like it's time for me to stop bothering him with my 'mediocre' sense of humor and go elsewhere.

//the guy I’m talking to thinks I’m not funny …….. ummm, what?? Who tf is he talking to?

[nonspace]

[BETA] PAGE THEME : SOMA

⚠️ EXPERIMENTAL ⚠️ JANKY AS HELL! Simple character page theme using Tumblr posts as content based on a tag. Full instructions on GitHub and under the read more.

↳ [GITHUB] [PREVIEW]

Features:

Unlimited characters

Filter navigation

Using Tumblr posts to fill the page via post2page.

Uses:

Tumblr v1 API

Handlebars.js

Isotope.js

@magnusthemes combofilters

Edit and customise to your liking. Don’t repost/redistribute and/or claim it as your own. Do not use as a base code. Leave the credit, thank you.

As always, explanations under the read more. If you are having issues, take a look at this themes FAQ, or my general FAQ. Please note that this is an experiment for lazy people. Not finding anything? Send me a message. Please report any bugs to me.

HOW TO USE

This page theme pulls information from your Tumblr tagged posts and fills out the character card with it. This relies on specific post formatting.

Here's everything you need to get started:

Tumblr's v1 API JSON output to a whole blog or specific tag on the blog (e.g. https://soma-preview.tumblr.com/api/read/json?&tagged=soma page cards)

Some Tumblr posts

Get Tumblr's v1 API JSON output

Replace [BLOGNAME] with your blog name. And [YOUR TAGS] with your tag. If your tag has spaces, add the spaces. Place one of the following scripts before closing </head> tag.

For a whole blog:

<script src="https://[BLOGNAME].tumblr.com/api/read/json"></script>

For specific tagged posts on the blog:

<script src="https://[BLOGNAME].tumblr.com/api/read/json?&tagged=[YOUR TAGS]"></script>

Post Formatting

This only works with posts made with the new editor. This will not work with legacy posts!

For this page to work, it's neccessary to follow a specific post formatting. Right now, the script supports the following:

Image: The first image in a post. {{this.img}}

Blockquote ("Subtitle"): The first blockquote block in a post. {{this.subtitle}}

Table: Using the chat block, you can add as many details as you want. In your template, these details use their "key" (the text before the colon) with any spaces removed {{this.[WHATEVERYOUENTERED]}}. The text after the colon must be italics.

Paragraph: The paragraph immediately after the chat block (MAKE THIS THE FIRST?) {{this.description}}

Link: The first link in a post. {{this.link}}

Tags: Any tags added to the post. {{this.tags}}

Example Tumblr post: https://soma-preview.tumblr.com/post/724075330107785216/love-is-careless-love-is-blind-title

If you want to build your own card template, please read the full READ MORE on GitHub.

[classygreydove]

Dark Mode Work Skin for the fic To Be a Dragon Among Men

This is the code and urls for the custom dark mode work skin I made for my fic To Be a Dragon. Feel free to use it for your own works or for site skins, just remember to credit my user if you do.

[EDIT 25-03-18: Fixed padding for .frameborder class]

[EDIT 25-06-12: Added formatting rules for .poetry class and <p>]

Additional Resources

A Step-by-Step Guide to Work Skins from AO3 News - A great basic guide to what work skins are and how to make one.

How to Apply Work Skins to Others' Works by classygreydove - This is a guide I made on how to make a work skin into a site skin. You'll need to know this if you want to apply the work skin to any fic you want to read.

How to Change Work Skin Font by classygreydove - Don't like the font I use for the work skin? Don't worry, I'll show you how to change it.

Light Mode CSS - You can find the code for the Light Mode work skin here.

Light and Dark Mode Backgrounds - You can find the background images for the Light and Dark Mode work skins here.

Other Background Options - Here are a few mid-tone backgrounds that will have a lower contrast to the text.

Line Breaks (for Phone) - Do you like the custom dragon line breaks? Here's the phone-sized ones.

Line Breaks (for Wide Screens) - Do you like the custom dragon line breaks? Here's the laptop-sized ones.

[Code begins under Keep reading break]

#workskin .userstuff .hr, #workskin .hr, #workskin hr { height: 36px; width: 178px; background: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/f19653c8c877dbe7a14e78434f1d0df6/d0f8688c32033f2d-b3/s250x400/6edcdac1e5614693d10491cff0725fd3633de77e.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center; border: 0; }

#workskin { background: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/f20ef324c5117a56d7dd2c8aa7e45151/4dcdf7c3c32cb0d1-68/s2048x3072/10c1120c78cd66a99c1067e6ed8b1addcd52ef57.png); background-repeat: repeat-y repeat-x; background-position: top; color: rgba(255, 255, 248, 0.85) !important; font-family: 'Georgia', 'Lucida Grande', 'Verdana'; }

#workskin a { background: linear-gradient(135deg, #b4853f 0%, #edc967 40%, #b4853f 80%, #705103 100%) !important; -webkit-background-clip: text !important; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent !important; border-bottom: 0px; }

#workskin a:hover, #workskin a:active { background: linear-gradient(135deg, #b4853f 10%, #edc967 60%, #b4853f 80%, #705103 100%) !important; -webkit-background-clip: text !important; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent !important; }

#workskin h2, #workskin h3 { line-height: 1.25; font-variant: small-caps; }

#workskin .userstuff blockquote { display: block; border: 2px solid #b4853f; border-image: linear-gradient(135deg, #b4853f 0%, #edc967 40%, #b4853f 80%, #705103 100%); border-image-slice: 1; padding: 15px 15px 15px 15px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 1.5em; }

#workskin .goldborder { display: block; border: 2px solid #b4853f; border-image: linear-gradient(135deg, #b4853f 0%, #edc967 40%, #b4853f 80%, #705103 100%); border-image-slice: 1; padding: 15px 15px 15px 15px; }

#workskin .frameborder { border: 2px solid #b4853f; border-image: linear-gradient(135deg, #b4853f 0%, #edc967 40%, #b4853f 80%, #705103 100%); border-image-slice: 1; padding: 0px; }

#workskin .mobilebreak { width: 178px; max-width: 100%; max-height: 100%; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; }

#workskin .textlink { font-variant: small-caps; }

#workskin .notesheading { font-size: 120%; font-variant: small-caps; font-family: 'Georgia', 'Lucida Grande', 'Verdana'; line-height: 2; }

#workskin .triggerwarning { color: rgba(240, 240, 240, 0.9); border-radius: 5px; background: rgba(128, 0, 0, 0.8); padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; font-weight: bold; font-variant: small-caps; }

workskin .userstuff p { margin: 0; }

workskin .poetry { margin-inline-start: 1.5em; }

[kichisaburo3]

Aunt MIMI of John Lennon To Interview in 1970 from reddit com

The Below is BLOCKQUOTE of reditt com https://www.reddit.com/r/beatles/comments/14njs8t/interview_with_aunt_mimi_1970/?rdt=53135

QUESTION: What do you really think of the Beatles?

MIMI SMITH: The boys had talent, yes, but they also had a lot of luck as well. When they first played “Love Me Do” I didn’t think much of it.

QUESTION: How did you view the troubles the Beatles have been going through these last few years?

SMITH: I don’t know all this business between John and Paul is about and I don’t dare ask John. I did ring Paul about it, and he told me things would straighten up. The boys have been friends so long. I remember them coming home from school together on their bikes, begging biscuits. I’m sure they’ll get back together soon. This is just a phase they’re passing through.

QUESTION: These days your nephew is very involved in a variety of social, political, and avant-garde causes. How do you feel about that?

SMITH: I’ve just quit reading the papers these days. Apple sends me his records, but I won’t play them. And I’ve asked my friends not to tell me about them. The shameful album cover and that [erotic] art show of his. He’s been naughty and the public doesn’t like it, and he’s sorry for it. Now he wants sympathy. That’s why he’s come out with all these fantastic stories about an unhappy childhood. It’s true that his mother wasn’t there and there was no father around, but my husband and I gave him a wonderful home. John didn’t buy me these furnishings, my husband did. John, Paul, and George wrote many songs together sitting on the sofa you’re sitting on now, long before you’d ever heard of the Beatles. Why, John even had a pony when he was a little boy! He certainly didn’t come from a slum! None of the boys did. The Harrisons weren’t as well off as the other families, perhaps, but George wasn’t from a slum, either, the way the press had it. And that’s why you never saw photographs of John’s boyhood home. We certainly weren’t imperished, the way John’s talking now ?

QUESTION: What do you think changed John so much from his early days as a carefree kid?

SMITH: She’s responsible for all this, Yoko. She changed him, and I’m sure she and Linda are behind the split between John and Paul. Cynthia was such a nice girl. When she and John were in art college, she’d come to my house and say, “Oh, Mimi, what am I going to do about John?” She’d sit there until he came home. Cynthia really pursued him. He’d walk up the road and back until she got tired of waiting and went home. I think he was afraid of her, actually.

QUESTION: You realize, of course, that to many people John is something of a political leader with such songs as, “Power to the People,” for example …

SMITH: Don’t talk to me about such things! I know that boy. He doesn’t know what he’s saying! It’s all an act. If there were a revolution, John would be the first in the queue to run! Why, he’s scared to death of things like that! That’s Yoko talking, not John! Yoko is not exactly right in the head. Everytime John does something bad and gets his picture in the papers he rings up to smooth me over. See that new color television? It was a Christmas present, but he had it delivered early. A big present arrives every time he’s been naughty. I usually have a huge photograph of John hanging in the lounge. When he’s a good boy, it’ll go back up again!

TAG of BEATLES in my Tumblr https://kichisaburo3.tumblr.com/tagged/BEATLES

12 NOV 2024 Tuesday