#instruction manual aesthetic

[processzine-org]

// packaging as process

Design detail from the Boots 2200 Zoom Super 8

The box is all hard edges and soft wear — cracked label, faded lines. Typography that hums with the optimism of obsolete futures. It’s graphic design that never expected to be archived.

But here it is. Not as nostalgia — but as proof of process. An analogue object with decay baked in. A reminder that tools were once beautiful by default. And manuals were typeset with care.

This belongs in the Glitch Lab not just for what it captures, but for how it was presented to be used.

Design matters. Even when forgotten. Especially then.

[realgrade]

Japanese instruction manual for 'Chaotix' (1995) - SEGA

[estatesalefinds]

Longview, WA

[lemongrad]

Fun fact about me: I have a shelf in my library dedicated solely to architecture, fine art, yachting and yacht design, and antiques

[mssishipi]

say cheese — pjs, sjy

— in which jake and jay capture the most beautiful, fucked-out masterpiece on film.

warning: explicit content (smut), threesome (rough dom jay, soft dom jake, sub reader), blowjob, deep throating, facial, unprotected sex, multiple sex position, hentai like expressions, picture taking, some mxm scene (don't like? don't read), double vaginal penetration, straight up porn. MDNI.

note: this is rotting in my drafts, i really need to clean since my storage are full (128 gb is not enough for my fucking files lol)

"I can't believe you spent a hundred dollars on a Polaroid camera."

You huffed, arms crossed as you stared at Jake, who was grinning ear to ear while unboxing his parcel. Across the room, Jay chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly adjusting the tuning pegs on his guitar.

Jake barely acknowledged your complaint, too absorbed in peeling away the tape and lifting the lid of the box. His eyes practically sparkled as he gently pulled out the camera, running his fingers over its smooth surface.

"I've been jealous of my friends showing off their Polaroid pictures—sticking them on their phone cases, tucking them into their wallets, pinning them to their walls," Jake explained, turning the camera over in his hands. "I just had to get one for myself. Besides, Polaroid film is so aesthetic. I wanna start a collection."

You scoffed, unimpressed. "We have a printer, you know. I could literally edit a photo with a Polaroid frame and print it out for you. Same look, less money wasted."

Jake shot you an incredulous glance, his nose scrunching slightly before he turned back to the instruction manual. "It’s not the same," he muttered, flipping through the tiny booklet.

Jay, who had finally set his guitar down on its stand, stretched his arms before strolling over. "You know what’s so special about Polaroid photos?" he mused, plopping down beside Jake and watching as he struggled to insert the film. "It’s the fact that it’s a one-time shot. No retakes, no backups. That exact moment, captured forever in its rawest form. And because there's only one copy, it's yours alone. It makes it feel... special."

You raised a skeptical brow, watching the two of them fumble with the camera like a pair of kids assembling a Lego set. 

"It's called being practical," you said, holding up two fingers in a peace sign to emphasize the word.

Jake finally managed to snap the film cartridge into place, and the camera let out a satisfying click. He gasped in delight, shaking Jay’s shoulder. "It’s in! It's ready!"

Jay grinned, leaning back on his hands. "Then take a test shot. Let’s see if it works."

Jake eagerly lifted the camera, aiming it at you. Your eyes widened. "Wait, no—"

Click.

A soft whirring sound filled the room as the camera ejected the developing photo. Jake snatched it up, waving it in the air with excitement. "Ohh, this is gonna be so good."

You groaned, covering your face. "I wasn’t ready!"

"That’s the beauty of it!" Jake beamed. Jay laughed, watching as the image slowly began to take shape. "If you hate it, just take another one."

You shot him a deadpan look. "Defeats the whole ‘one-time special moment’ argument, don’t you think?"

You leaned in to get a better look at the Polaroid in Jake’s hand. The moment your eyes landed on it, your mouth fell open in horror. Your expression in the photo was atrocious—wide eyes, lips slightly parted, caught mid-protest.

Jake, instantly reading your mind, grinned wickedly. Just as you reached to snatch the photo, he yanked his hand up, holding it high above his head. "Oh-ho, no way! This is a masterpiece!" he cackled, his laughter echoing through the room.

"Jake, give it!" You lunged, but he danced backward, still laughing, the Polaroid waving mockingly in his grip.

"Throw it away, fuck you!" you huffed, but instead of complying, Jake grinned and tossed the photo to Jay.

"Catch!"

Jay snatched it midair, immediately taking off across the room. Your eyes widened. "No—Jay, don’t you dare!" 

The room erupted into chaos. You bolted after him, but before you could get close, Jake grabbed you around the waist, locking his arms around you in a tight hold.

"Not so fast!" he teased, holding you back as you squirmed in his grip, your feet kicking wildly, arms flailing in a desperate attempt to break free.

"Give it!" you shrieked, voice pitching with sheer indignation. "I’ll let you guys take another one—just give it to me!"

Jay stood on the couch, tilting the Polaroid in his hand as he examined it with an amused hum. His gaze flickered toward you, still trapped in Jake’s arms, your face twisted in frustration.

"I need a Polaroid to display in my wallet too," he mused casually.

You rolled your eyes and marched toward him, reaching for the photo, but Jay smirked and lifted it just out of reach.

"You can take a picture of me anytime and display it however you want," you huffed, stretching on your toes. "But not this one."

Jay watched, clearly entertained, as you finally managed to snatch the photo from his hand. You immediately scowled at the image. 

"We need a lot of photos with you," Jake chimed in from behind. Ignoring them, you dropped onto the couch, still glaring at the Polaroid.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just need to fix my hair first before we take another one."

Before you could move, Jake suddenly wrapped his arms around you again from behind, pulling you close against his chest. You barely had a second to react before he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your skin.

"No need for that, love," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate.

You stiffened, gripping the Polaroid tightly, heat rising to your face. Jay raised an eyebrow, watching the two of you with a smirk.

“Tongue out, baby,” Jake groaned, gripping his cock, his one hand holding the camera as his eyes locked onto your flushed face. 

You knelt before them, naked, skin damp with sweat.  The heat of their gazes burned into you. 

Obediently, you let your tongue slip out, and beside him, Jay let out a low groan, his fist working himself faster at the sight.

The sharp click of the Polaroid camera echoed through the room, the flash blinding for a second. Before you could even register the moment, Jay’s fingers tangled into your hair, yanking you forward.

A startled gasp left your lips before his cock pushed past them, the thick weight of him filling your mouth. You choked out a moan, hands gripping your knees, keeping still as his grip tightened.

"Fuck—just like that," Jay hissed, forcing you down further, his other hand fisting his base as he watched you struggle to take him. His grip was rough, tugging you back only to shove you down again, setting a ruthless rhythm. 

Tears pricked your eyes, spit dribbling down your chin as you gagged around Jay’s cock. Beside him, Jake smirked, watching intently, his own fist gliding lazily over his length. 

Click.

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, lowering the camera slightly, his gaze trailing over you—your swollen lips stretched around Jay, your flushed cheeks stained with tears. "So beautiful."

Jay chuckled breathlessly, his grip tightening in your hair as he angled your face toward the camera. “Yeah? Then let’s give him another good shot, baby.”

Without warning, he pushed deeper, his cock sliding past the tight ring of your throat. You gagged, body jerking, but Jay only moaned, holding you there, forcing you to take it.

“Holy shit,” Jake exhaled, capturing the moment with another click. His eyes darkened as he watched your lashes flutter, the way your throat contracted around Jay. “Hold it, baby. Just a little longer.”

"Me too, please."

Jake grabbed your free hand, guiding it to his cock, groaning the second your fingers wrapped around him. He was hot and heavy in your grip, pulsing with need, and as soon as you started stroking, he let out a low whine.

“Ahhh, you're so fucking sexy,” he breathed, hips twitching upward, fucking into your fist as he snapped another photo.

The Polaroid films were scattered across the floor in messy disarray—blurry flashes of you on your knees, your lips stretched around Jay, your eyes glossy with tears, your hand wrapped around Jake. Each moment captured, each one more obscene than the last.

Jay let out a sharp breath, his grip in your hair unrelenting as he started thrusting into your mouth. Your throat tightened around him, gagging as he pushed deeper, his groans growing desperate. Jake wasn’t any better, fucking into your palm, his breath coming out in ragged pants.

You forced your head back, Jay’s cock slipping from your swollen lips with a lewd pop as you turned your attention to Jake. His breath hitched, eyes blown wide as you wrapped your mouth around him, tongue swirling over the tip before sinking down.

"Fuck—" Jake groaned, head tipping back, his grip tightening on the camera as he barely managed to snap another photo.

Your hands worked them both—one stroking Jay’s slick length, squeezing just right, while your tongue alternated between them, switching back and forth, keeping them both on edge.

Jay hissed, hips twitching into your grip, his thumb swiping over your cheek, smearing spit across your flushed skin. “So fucking greedy,” he muttered, watching the way you licked up Jake’s shaft before turning back to him, taking him down again.

Jake cursed, his free hand gripping the back of your head, guiding you down further. 

Jay shifted, slipping from your grasp, moving behind you instead. Your mouth slipped from Jake’s cock, a needy whine escaping you as Jay manhandled you into position.

"I need to fuck you so bad," Jay murmured against your ear, his hands gripping your waist. 

You hummed in response, too focused on the way Jake kneel to adjust and tugged you back toward his cock. Obediently, you opened your mouth again, tongue flicking over the head before sinking down. Your head bobbed eagerly, taking him deep, and both of them chuckled at your desperation.

“Such a good girl,” Jake groaned, brushing your hair back to get a better view.

Behind you, Jay spread your ass cheeks, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt, slick and ready for him. His cock pressed against your entrance, sliding slowly along your folds, teasing—rubbing against your labia, down to your clit, making you moan around Jake’s length.

Jay watched as your pussy clenched around nothing, making his cock throb. He let out a shaky breath, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses along your spine, trailing up to your nape before whispering filth into your ear.

“So fucking hungry,” he groaned. “Let me feed this needy little pussy.”

Then, without warning, he pushed inside.

A sharp squeal tore from your throat, body jolting forward at the sudden stretch, but Jake was there, his grip firm on the back of your head, keeping you in place.

“Stay still, baby,” Jake murmured, voice low and commanding. Behind you, Jay’s fingers dug into your stomach, trapping you against him as he bottomed out, your walls squeezing around his cock.

“Fuck,” Jay groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he felt you pulse around him. “You’re so fucking tight." His hands moved up, grabbing your breast, kneading the soft flesh with slow, deliberate squeezes.

Jake’s breath came in heavy, his cock twitching against your tongue as he shakily lifted the camera. His fingers gripped it tight, the moment too perfect to miss.

Click.

Jay smirked at the flash, looking directly into the camera, his cock buried deep inside you while his hands continued to toy with your body. Meanwhile, your face was a wreck, tears clinging to your lashes, cheeks flushed, mouth stretched full around Jake’s cock. 

"Try to smile for the next photos, hmm?" Jake murmured, brushing his fingers over your cheek, smearing your spit and tears.

“Yeah,” Jay mused. “Give the camera a pretty little smile while we ruin you.”

Both of them started to move, fast and rough.

Their moans turned breathless, high-pitched with pleasure as they used your body, stretching you open, leaving no part of you untouched. Your tears kept falling, slipping down your cheeks as you struggled to keep up.

Jay’s hands roamed everywhere, gripping your waist, squeezing your breasts, trailing down to your stomach, pressing against the outline of his cock buried deep inside you. Meanwhile, Jake was losing himself above you, his head tilting back, jaw slack as his hips stuttered, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over.

"Hey, give her mouth a little break," Jay gritted out between clenched teeth, his pace never faltering as he slammed into you from behind. His fingers dug deeper into your hips, anchoring you in place.

Jake groaned, looking down at you, watching the way your lips stretched around him. 

He clicked his tongue, brushing damp hair from your face. “Tired already, baby?” he cooed, his thumb swiping over your puffy bottom lip. “Alright… but don’t think we’re done yet.”

With a final, slow drag of his cock over your tongue, he pulled out, tapping the tip against your cheek, smearing precum over your flushed skin. He sat back, stroking himself lazily as he watched Jay take over completely, his smirk growing as he reached for the camera again.

“Guess it’s time for some close-ups.” 

You squealed as Jay’s thrusts turned brutal. His hand went to your face, fingers pressing into your cheeks, forcing your lips into a soft pout as he fucked you harder.

Click. 

Jake adjusted his angle, the camera capturing everything—the way Jay was ruining you from behind, the exhaustion in your glossy eyes. His own cock twitched as he positioned himself between you both, rubbing the leaking tip against your flushed lips.

"Come on, my love. Smile." Jay’s voice was teasing as he whisper it. 

You tried—forced out a tired, dazed smile, your mind was too hazy with the pleasure. Click.

Jay groaned at the sight, gripping your chin to turn your face toward him, pressing a hot, messy kiss against your parted lips.

Jake chuckled, the shutter clicking again. Click.

Jay growled against your mouth, his pace turning erratic, slamming into you even deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your moans came out in broken cries.

Suddenly, Jay pulled away from your lips, his grip never loosening on your waist as he reached for Jake’s cock, guiding it into his own mouth.

Jake cursed under his breath, his thighs trembling as Jay’s lips wrapped around him, tongue flicking over the tip. You whined at the sight, leaning in without hesitation, your tongue trailing along the base, tracing every vein where Jay wasn’t covering.

“F-Fuck,” Jake gasped, his camera shaking slightly in his hand as he struggled to focus. His hips twitched, his body torn between watching and giving in to the overwhelming pleasure of both your mouths.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to steady the camera. Click.

The flash illuminated the scene—Jay sucking him off, your tongue lapping at his shaft, eyes eager with lust.

Jay pulled off with a slick pop, stroking Jake lazily. "Shit, you’re shaking already?" he teased, glancing up at him through heavy lids.

Jake let out a shaky breath, smirking despite himself. “Hard not to when you two look this good.” He ran a hand through his hair, barely holding back a groan as Jay flicked his tongue over the slit again.

Meanwhile, Jay’s thrusts never faltered, still driving into you, keeping you stretched around him. His free hand snaked back to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles that had you whining into Jake’s skin.

“Go on, baby,” Jay murmured, glancing down at you. “Make him cum.”

Jay pulled away, straightening his back, leaving you alone with Jake’s cock. You didn’t hesitate, immediately taking him back into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him as your moans vibrated against his length. The brutal pace Jay set behind you only made it messier, your body keening, your cries muffled as Jake groaned, watching you struggle to take it all.

Tears spilled freely down your cheeks when Jake decided to thrust deeper, fucking into your throat without mercy. Your gag reflex flared, but you took it, letting him use you, letting Jay ruin you from behind.

“Shit,” Jake hissed, his fingers tightening in your hair, keeping you in place as his hips twitched forward. “You look so fucking good like this—choking on my cock while he splits you open.”

Jay groaned, his head falling back, completely lost in the way your cunt clenched around him, sucking him in tighter. 

"She's about to cum," Jay told Jake, voice breathless and strained. “She’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Jake gritted his teeth, looking down at you, he bites his lips as his stomach coiled painfully tight at the sight.

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum too,” he muttered, his hips jerking forward, his cock twitching on your tongue.

Jay let out a strained chuckle between moans. "Fuuuck, already? Goddamn," he whined, barely keeping himself together as he felt you pulse around him.

He pressed two fingers against your swollen clit, this time he rubbed it with ruthless, desperate circles.

"Come on, baby," Jay gritted out, his thrusts turning messy. "Cum for us—fuck, I wanna feel you shake."

Jake groaned as you whimpered around him, your body twitching violently, your thighs squeezing shut as the overwhelming pleasure took over. You couldn’t hold it back, your orgasm slammed into you, your walls clamping down so hard on Jay’s cock that it had him cursing, his rhythm faltering.

“Fuck—fuck, there you go, baby,” Jake grunted, watching your body shudder, the way your moans vibrated around his cock. With a sharp inhale, he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He replaced your hand with his own, stroking himself fast as he positioned the camera again, angling it just right to capture everything.

Your body still trembling from Jay’s relentless thrusts, but you forced your eyes open, letting your tongue loll out in anticipation.

"Paint me with your cum, 'Ikeu." 

Jake cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering as his orgasm hit. Hot ropes of cum spurted across your face, dripping down your cheeks, your lips, your tongue—just as the camera shutter snapped.

Click.

Jay grunted, his grip firm as he pulled you away from Jake's arms, his hands cupping your breasts, pressing your back flush against his chest. He carried you effortlessly, not once slipping out of you as he moved toward the couch.

You whimpered, your walls clamping down hard around him. Settling onto the couch, Jay wasted no time—his arms slid under your thighs, forcing your legs wide apart, keeping you completely open for him and Jake to see. His forearms bracing your trembling body as your hands clung to him for support.

He slammed into you again. The force had you crying out, your back arching. Your vision blurred, as the tears continue spilling freely down your cheeks.

Jake groaned at the sight, his cock twitching as he looked around at the polaroids scattered across the floor—each one capturing every filthy moment, every ruined expression on your face.

“Take it, take it, take it!” Jay gritted out, his focus solely on the way your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in with every thrust.

Your breasts bounced with each movement, the force of his strokes sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He was hitting that spot—that spot—so perfectly that your screams filled the room once again.

Your dazed eyes locked onto Jake, who was fisting his half-hard cock, watching the two of you with dark, hooded eyes. The moment he noticed you staring, he smirked and raised the camera again.

“Say cheese,” he teased, voice dripping with amusement.

Jay tilted his head over your shoulder, making sure to be in the shot, his cock still sliding in and out of you, the slick sound echoing in the air. Your body was trembling, overstimulated beyond reason, but somehow, you managed to raise a shaky hand in a peace sign, your eyes half-lidded, a ruined little smile tugging at your lips.

Jake grinned, angling the camera just right. Click. And by that time the flash illuminated, your orgasm hits.

“Ahh—fuck! Yes!” You screamed, your body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through you. Your walls fluttered, tightening so brutally around Jay that he nearly lost control.

Jay cursed under his breath, slowing his thrusts for a moment, trying to hold back the heat coiling in his stomach. Your pussy was gripping him too damn tight, milking him, begging for him to spill inside—but he wasn’t ready to give in. Not yet.

Still catching his breath, he smirked down at Jake. “Come here,” he panted, gripping your thighs tighter. “We’re gonna get a shot of you, too.”

Jake’s eyes darkened, his smirk widening as he give the camera to you. He knelt between your trembling legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he leaned in.

The moment his tongue met your clit, you jolted, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as fresh overstimulation crashed into you. Your fingers instantly tangled into his hair, pulling him closer as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking softly.

Jay groaned, feeling every little tremor of pleasure ripple through you, feeling the way your walls pulsed around him as Jake devoured you.

“Shit,” Jay exhaled, his grip bruising on your hips. “You better get a good fucking shot of this, baby.”

He grabbed your trembling hand, guiding you to lift the camera. Your fingers barely steadied around it before the flash went off—click.

The image burned behind your lids for a second—Jake between your legs, tongue out, teasing your swollen clit while Jay’s cock was still buried deep inside you.

A whimper left your lips, your body shuddering violently as the pleasure became unbearable. Your legs tried to close instinctively, but Jake was quick to push them apart again, palms against your thighs.

“Stay open,” he muttered, his lips brushing over your slick folds. “Let me taste all of it.”

A drawn-out moan escaped you as Jake trailed his tongue lower, licking along the outline of Jay’s cock stretching you open. The sensation sent a shiver up Jay’s spine, his head falling back as he groaned.

“Fuck, Jake—” Jay gritted his teeth, feeling the wet heat of his boyfriend's mouth so close to where he was buried inside you.

Jake hummed in response, the vibration making you both shudder before he dipped lower, his tongue sliding over the mess of your fluids dripping down. Then, without warning, he took Jay’s balls into his mouth, sucking lightly, his hands still keeping your legs spread wide.

Jay let out a strangled moan, his grip on your hips tightening. “Stop for a moment—I don’t wanna cum yet,” he gritted out.

Jake pulled away from Jay just to latch onto your clit again, sucking hard. The sudden jolt of pleasure made you gasp, your back arching as another wave of heat surged through your body.

Jay smirked at your reaction, his hands sliding up your trembling torso. His fingers found your nipples, rolling them between his fingertips before giving them a sharp pinch. You cried out, your thighs twitching against Jake’s face, but he only held you down harder.

Jay started moving again—slow, teasing thrusts that had you gripping the camera weakly, your fingers struggling to keep hold as your body trembled under their combined assault. Every part of you was being used, overstimulated to the point of madness, and you could barely process the sensations anymore.

“Jake, open up,” Jay breathed. Jake lifted his chin from your stomach, parting his lips obediently. 

“Ready the camera,” Jay commanded, his gaze flicking to you. Your fingers trembled as you struggled to lift it, your body still reeling from their touch.

Then, without hesitation, Jay pushed three fingers past Jake’s lips, pressing them deep onto his tongue. Jake groaned, his lashes fluttering as he hollowed his cheeks around them. The sight had your breath hitching, your grip on the camera weak as you barely managed to angle it. Click.

Jay smirked, watching the way Jake took his fingers so easily, how his lips stretched around them, drool beginning to pool at the corners of his mouth.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers free, only to bring them down to your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles with the slick mixture of Jake’s spit and your own arousal.

“Up,” Jay ordered, “we’re gonna fuck her stupid.”

Jake grinned, licking his lips as he stood, positioning himself above you. His hands gripped your trembling thighs, spreading you wide as he lined himself up.

“W-wait—” you gasped, barely able to get the words out before Jake groaned, pushing inside you in one slow, agonizing stroke.

Your body arched, a broken scream tearing from your throat as your walls stretched around him.

Jay moaned at the sensation, feeling the press of Jake’s cock against his, both of them buried deep inside you, stretching you beyond anything you thought you could take. 

“Relax, baby. I can’t get inside—fuck,” Jake groaned, his jaw clenched as he tried to push in deeper.

You whimpered, your breaths coming out in sharp, uneven gasps. The stretch was burning and your walls struggling to take them both.

Jay, still buried inside you, hummed against your ear, his fingers never stopping their relentless circles on your clit. “Just focus on this, baby,” he cooed, “It’ll feel good soon, I promise.”

Your fingers went slack, the camera slipping from your hands and hitting the floor with a dull thud, forgotten.

With a deep breath, Jake pushed again, his hips rolling forward, forcing himself inside inch by inch. Your walls fluttered desperately around them both, your body trembling as you tried to adjust.

Finally, he bottomed out, a deep groan escaping him as he settled inside you. Your head lolled back onto Jay’s shoulder, body completely limp between them. The stretch was overwhelming, but they fit—stuffed so deep inside you, pressed against each other, filling you to the brim.

Jake exhaled shakily, looking down at the way you swallowed them both. “Goddamn,” he muttered, he slowly starts moving inside you, his dick brushing on Jay's was making his mind lost it completely.

Slowly, he began to move, his cock sliding against Jay’s with each thrust, the tight space forcing every sensation to heighten. The friction and the heat was enough to make his mind go blank.

Jay’s jaw clenched, his fingers digging into your hips as he felt every movement, every shift inside you. Since he was underneath, his own thrusts were shallow, but the way Jake’s cock brushed against his still sent sparks of pleasure.

“F-fuck,” Jay groaned, “She’s so—tight—”

You cried out, back arching as the overwhelming stretch turned into pleasure. Every roll of their hips pushed them deeper, stuffing you so full that you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Ahh, ahh,” you moaned,  your voice is so shaky.

Jake smirked at the sound, gripping your thigh to keep you open. “You hear that, Jay? She’s losing it.”

Jay let out a breathless laugh, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck. “Not yet,” he murmured. “She can take more.”

And with that, he bucked his hips upward, meeting Jake’s thrusts perfectly, filling you over and over again, stretching you to your absolute limit.

“Fuck, no matter how many times we stretch you, you’re still so fucking tight,” Jake moaned.

Your mind was lost, floating somewhere between pleasure and delirium, your body completely surrendering to them. It wasn’t just the way they fucked you—it was how perfectly you fit together. The way Jay’s girth stretched you open, making you feel so impossibly full, while Jake’s length filled every inch, reaching places that made you see stars. And the way they both curved just right, their tips pressing into every sensitive spot inside you, leaving you utterly wrecked.

Your lips parted, a choked sob escaping you.

“Hey, you still with us?” Jay murmured, his forehead pressing against yours. Jake chuckled breathlessly, his fingers gripping your chin, tilting your face up to his. 

“She’s barely holding on,” Jake smirked, rubbing his thumb over your spit-slick lips before pushing it past them. “She's completely fucked out.”

Jay groaned, rolling his hips even deeper, setting a rhythm that made your entire body tremble. They moved in sync—when Jake pulled out, Jay drove in, and when Jay withdrew, Jake filled you again. The push and pull leaving you with no moment of emptiness, only the overwhelming sensation of being ruined.

Your moans vibrated around Jake’s thumb, eyes rolling back as pleasure consumed you. Your body was overstimulated, wrecked, yet you wanted more.

You always wanted more when it came to them.

Jay’s grip moved to your breasts, kneading them just the way he knew you loved, while Jake’s fingers found your clit, circling it with expert precision. They knew your body like it was theirs—knew how to break you down, knew exactly how to tear you apart.

And in this moment, the only thing your mind could process was their names.

“Jay, Jake! Fuck—fuck!” you cried, body arching between them.

Both of them were completely lost in you, drowning in the way you took them so perfectly. But still, their focus never wavered from your pleasure. Their thrusts turned rougher, deeper, until Jay’s movements stuttered first. With a deep, strangled groan, his hips slammed flush against you, spilling inside with a shudder, his hands still greedily kneading your breasts as he rode out his high.

Jake whined, his hips stuttering as he felt Jay spill inside you, the warmth of it making his cock twitch violently.

“F-fuck, that’s so hot,” he groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs as he chased his own release. “You’re so fucking full, baby, and you’re still squeezing me—shit.”

Jay hummed lazily, his grip on your breasts tightening slightly as he kissed the side of your neck, still buried inside you. “She’s greedy like that,” he mused, his voice husky. “She wants it all.”

And you were definitely going to get that.

Jake thrust into you harder, his fingers rubbing relentless circles on your overstimulated clit. The pleasure teetering on the edge of painful as he used you to reach his high. Your body can't stop trembling uncontrollably as your walls clenched down around him.

“Fuck, fuck—” Jake’s head tilted back, his mouth hanging open as his orgasm crashed over him. He spilled inside you with a deep, shuddering groan, his fingers still lazily circling your clit, forcing you to ride out every last wave.

You gasped, body going limp between them, trembling as the aftershocks wracked through you. Every nerve was on fire, your skin glistening with sweat, your mind lost in the haze of pleasure.

Jay leaned back against the couch, keeping you pressed against his chest, his fingers trailing lazy circles over your skin. He pressed soft, lingering kisses against your temple, whispering low, soothing words into your ear, grounding you even as your body continued to tremble.

Jake was the first to pull out, hissing as he did, still breathless. He reached down, grabbing the fallen camera from the floor, his fingers brushing over the discarded polaroids scattered around.

Jay shifted next, carefully lifting you, rolling you onto your stomach. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he watched both of their cum spill from your wrecked pussy, dripping down your thighs. His hands spread you open just a little more, admiring the mess they made of you.

Jake knelt beside you, his fingers carding gently through your damp hair, his touch soft and tender. “Last shot, baby,” he murmured.

You barely had the strength to lift your head, but you did, your fingers resting against your flushed cheek. Your hair was damp with sweat, your lips swollen, your eyes hazy—completely fucked out.

Jake framed the shot just right, both of them beside you, the aftermath of their work on full display.

Click.

The flash flared and faded, casting a fleeting glow over the room before leaving behind only the three of you. On the floor, some of the polaroid slowly developed, its edges soft and hazy, immortalizing the moment in perfect, messy detail.

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flustered part 2 ꨄ megumi x reader

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 part 1 here

a few weeks later, you received an invitation from yuji and nobara to go camping with them and megumi. well, it wasn’t an invitation – they basically forced you to agree. they promised marshmallows, comfortable mattresses and blankets, and a tent which was waterproof in case it would start raining.

on a warm friday night, you headed to a camping area, which was surprisingly empty as you arrived there. a few tents and caravans were scattered here and there, a lot of large trees allowing shadow from the heat of the sun.

you found a spot under a tree, somewhere a little further away from the other campers. yuji and nobara basically squealed in excitement as they began to unpack their backbags, while megumi and you stayed back with amusement.

”those two are like children” you chuckled, glancing over at the messy haired boy next to you.

he hummed with an eyeroll. ”i don’t know how i’ll survive the night with them”

you agreed.

however, once you four began to set the tent which nobara had bought, you started to suspect that something was off.

”uh, noba, are you sure this excuse for a tent really fits four people inside?” you asked with arched eyebrows as you inspected the manual in your hands – which quite clearly said that the maximum capacity was two people.

”yeah, of course!” she said confidently with a wave of hand, yet you noticed the way yuji was smirking and holding back a laugh looking like an idiot.

after a few arguments about how the tent was supposed to be set, megumi ended up doing it almost completely on his own.

”fuck it. i’ll do it” he grumbled under his breath with frustration, seemingly happier to set a tent on his own than listen to you three arguing. megumi effortlessly managed to follow the instructions, sleeves of his oversized hoodie rolled up as he hammered the ropes tightly, the tent nearly crease free after he was done.

another suspicious thing that yuji and nobara did was the fact how interested they were about how to decorate inside the tent. of course, nobara was into beauty and all that, but yuji was the complete opposite of aesthetics and decorations. however, he was just as excited to hang dimly heart-shaped leds inside the tent, while nobara placed a few fake candles in there as well.

once the evening and darkness had set, you lit up a campfire at a safe spot near the tent. a bag of marshmallows was ripped open, the fire perfect for roasting the soft candy.

however, only after two marshmallows, yuji and nobara stood up. they both were clearly holding back childish giggles and as they spoke, you finally realized what was going on.

”so, uh, we actually remembered that we have a project to work on” yuji stifled a laugh, pathetically trying to appear serious and firm.

”yup. a school project. so we, uh, we have to go. you two stay, though” nobara continued with choked giggles.

you and megumi blinked, then turned to look at each other as if you both realized the same thing at the same time. it was more than obvious what was going on here - you had been set up on a date with him. megumi’s face was equally as surprised as yours as you stared into his slightly widened eyes, and you felt yourself blushing.

”a project? we don’t have projects right now” megumi reminded with a stoic tone, even though it was clear from his face that he wasn’t fooled.

”yeah, well, we didn’t return a specific project on time. on domain expansions, you know. so we have to do it, tonight” nobara tried and scratched the back of her neck.

as the two left, you were left sitting with megumi on a wooden bench, the fire still flaming in front of you. you sat there in silence for a few moments, the cold realization of your situation enveloping you. megumi and you were on an overnight date, without even knowing it.

”um, we can leave too, if you want” you eventually broke the silence, not taking your eyes off the orange flames disappearing into the air. the night felt colder since the sun was down, the air serene which was the complete opposite of the storm that was inside of you.

megumi was silent for a few seconds before answering. ”I don’t care. we can stay, too” he suggested quietly, something unusual creeping into his tone. was that… uncertainty that you heard? the poor boy was just as nervous as you were, even if you didn’t realize it.

you turned to look up at him, a blush creeping on your cheeks. ”yeah. i don’t feel like walking back” you said softly, knowing the only reason you wanted to stay was because of megumi.

the boy turned his head to you as well, the flames glimmering in his blue eyes which searched for your face. he looked gentler, the usual stoic and cold look gone from his face now.

”me neither” he agreed nearly as a whisper. for a second you felt your heart swelling with something blissful and exciting, and the electricity you felt a few weeks ago returned immediately. the energy between you that pulled – no – forced you two to be closer, was there again but it was even stronger. there was no way megumi wasn’t interested in you, there was nothing casual in his dilated pupils and pink cheeks. absolutely nothing casual in the soft smile that threatened to make his lips curl as he looked down at you.

as you two returned to the tent, there was another surprise for you – only one sleeping bag. luckily, it was slightly larger than a normal one, but still there was only one.

fucking yuji had promised to pack sleeping bags for you as well. apparently he had promised to pack megumi’s as well.

you glanced up at megumi with an uncertain look as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his gray collars, a sigh leaving his lips. he was scowling a bit, obviously cursing yuji in his head as well.

”i can sleep on the hard ground, it’s no problem” he mumbled and already sat down, as if he was trying to settle down on there. you blinked in disbelief, before you shook your head.

”absolutely not! i’ll sleep on the floor, you’ll get in the bag” you argued and crouched down, a worried yet serious frown on your face. he looked at you, an eyebrow raising a little.

”seriously, it’s no problem. i can handle a sleepless night, unlike you”

”what’s that supposed to mean?” you scoffed.

”just like you get hangry, you also get unbearable when you’ve slept bad” he sassed back with a way too casual tone. you rolled your eyes heavily and sighed.

”still, no. either we both sleep on the floor or in the bag – it’s not fair!”

so, you ended up in the bag.

as the zipper was open, you both awkwardly settled down to lie on your backs. megumi’s side pressed against you, the fabric of your clothing the only thing separating you two now. the only sound was the muzzling of the bag as you moved to zip the thing up.

it proved to be more difficult than you expected.

”uh, are you okay? it’s so cramped here” you chuckled awkwardly, heat rising in your cheeks as you realized you literally had to squirm your body against him.

megumi cleared his throat. ”if we lie on our sides, it won’t be that cramped” he said matter of factly, and you realized he was right. however, as you two settled on your sides to face each other, it made your heart skip a beat. yes, the zipper went up now and you were comfortable inside the bag wrapped around you, but he was so damn close. his face was just… literally there. his sharp nose, cheeks, lips nearly touching yours.

megumi moved some of his hair off his forehead before he shifted again a little. you tried to look everywhere else but his face, but it was rather impossible since you literally felt his soft breaths hitting your skin.

the warmth of his body radiated against your body, which was a surprisingly nice feeling since the air in the tent was slightly cool.

"are you cold?" you asked him gently, your eyes meeting again. you only now realized how long his eyelashes actually were. they were thick and pretty, making his eyes look welcoming and feminine up close.

"no. i'm.. just fine, actually" he answered softly, his often lower tone sounding lighter now.

"i'm a little cold"

megumi then wrapped an arm around you, which completely surprised you. you weren't expecting him to actually make a move, because he didn't seem like a person who would enjoy physical affection or touch.

his long arm pulled your body closer, until you were literally tangled with him. your legs found each other, the limbs wrapping around each other. you gained confidence and wrapped your own arm around him as well, while your other hand rested against his chest.

your breath hitched softly as you felt his long fingers grabbing the fabric of your shirt gently, as if he was afraid you'd escape his grip.

megumi's eyes glanced over at your lips, and you did the same. his lips were pale and not the plumpest, but they looked soft with a hint of pink in them.

your head moved against your will, the energy between the two of you finally forced to release itself as you closed your eyes, only a second later feeling his lips pressing against yours.

the kiss was warm and gentle - something you expected from megumi. he was careful and not rushing it, a small breeze of air escaping his nose. his lips moved against yours in a rhythmic slow dance, your body filling with foggy warmth and mind going blank.

his mouth tasted like mint while his tongue felt warm against your lips. it made your stomach do flips.

after a few moments, you two pulled back. megumi was slightly blushed and panting, the thin lips a bit swollen and wetter now. the sight made your heart swell and a chuckle leave your lips.

"what?" he asked, nearly worried.

"nothing. never expected you to... kiss anyone" you admitted with a embarrassed, playful smirk.

megumi blinked and huffed softly, a fond smile cracking on his face.

"trust me, i've wanted to kiss you for a while now. never just had the... courage to say anything. pathetic, i know" he mumbled, as if he was guilty of something horrible.

you tilted your head and reached to touch his cheek gently, a thumb caressing his soft, pale cheek.

"it's not pathetic. i'm just wondering... why? why did you even want to kiss me?" you asked, genuinely curious how you even caught his interest.

he sighed softly with a small smile.

"you character's unshakable. that's why" he replied casually, as if stating a fact.

you blushed and smiled stupidly, before you leaned in to kiss him again.

damn yuji and nobara for setting this up and fulfilling your dreams.

[emmiesoverthemoon]

𖦹 who needs desks anyway

Pairing: t.o.p / choi seunghyun x reader

Word Count: 1,807

Summary: Building furniture from IKEA is annoyingly overwhelming when you have to do it alone. Thankfully, your husband comes home to help your stress and handiness.

Tags: just short sweetness really, overwhelmed easily/here to help type beat

cross posted on ao3 here

You and your husband Seunghyun had made a trip to IKEA as you had recently begun your turn at working from home as opposed to the office, and you needed a surface to work from that was not your dining table. You claimed that a whole new desk was unnecessary and your dining table would suffice, as this work situation was temporary, but Seunghyun insisted on buying you one brand new, one of his favourite pastimes was spoiling you with his money at any given opportunity. To him, a new one had presented itself.

The smell of fabrics and freshly cut wood lingered in the air as you both meandered through the labyrinthine maze, your fingers loosely laced with Seunghyun’s. The warehouse was bright and bustling, a maze of furniture in assorted aesthetics and mock living spaces that made you want to impulsively refurnish your entire home.

Seunghyun tugged you by your arm gently toward a display, stopping in front of a brown, vintage yet modern looking desk with clean lines and just enough drawer space for all your clutter. “What about this one?” he asked, leaning against it like he already owned the piece. “It says, I’m productive, but I also have impeccable taste.”

You tilted your head, considering. “Hmm. I don’t know. Does it say I’m productive, or does it say “I will absolutely fill these drawers with unused, random crap and tiny drawings?”

He grinned, giving you a playful nudge. “My love, you do that with every drawer you’ve ever touched.”

You gasped in mock offence, pressing a hand to your chest. “I do not.”

“Oh?” Seunghyun quirked an eyebrow, crossing his arms across his torso. “Then tell me, what’s in the bottom kitchen drawer right now?”

You opened your mouth to argue your case—then closed it. Okay, maybe he had a point. You rolled your eyes, amused. “That’s beside the point.”

“Mmm, sure it is.” His eyes were twinkling as he straightens, running a hand along the wood, feeling the grain. “I like this one. Feels solid. Like it’ll last forever.” He glanced at you, the warmth in his gaze making your stomach flip. “Kinda like us.”

Your heart squeezed in that familiar, wonderful way, and before you could stop yourself, you reached his shoulders to tug him down into a short, soft kiss, right there in the middle of a dimly lit fake office. You could feel a smile against your lips, and when you pulled away, you see it—that quiet, content happiness in his expression that made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Alright, Romeo,” you say, giving the desk a glance. “Let’s get it.”

The next morning, you were home alone for a short while and decided to tackle the desk’s construction before Seunghyun came home. What a bad idea that was. You exhaled slowly through your nose, trying to steady the simmering frustration that bubbled under your skin. The living room looked like the aftermath of a hurricane that had torn through that damn IKEA warehouse where that damn desk had come from—flat cardboard boxes ripped open, plastic bags spilling tiny metal screws and wooden pegs across the floor, and the instruction manual lying beside you, a mess of confusing diagrams and mockingly simple steps. The half-built desk in front of you stands there in defiance, taunting you with its sheer refusal to come together. You could swear you could hear mocking laughter directed at you, but you also could have very well been driven insane by Swedish torment.

You rolled your shoulders, trying to shake off the tension creeping up your neck. The legs. The stupid, uncooperative desk legs. They would not fit no matter how many times you tried to reposition them. You tried angling them differently, to no luck. You swapped them out, possibly thinking you could have mixed them up. Still nothing. You clenched your teeth together, forcing the leg into place with more strength than necessary, only for one to wobble pathetically the second you let go.

Your pulse is starting to quicken, your head began to pound, overwhelming you. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s just a desk.

Deciding to move on, you attempted to tackle the drawers instead. Maybe some progress elsewhere will make you feel less like throwing the whole project off of the balcony. You followed the instructions to a T, lining up the pieces, tightening the screws—and when you slid the drawers into the frame, they sat crooked, challenging you.

A sharp, helpless sort of frustration surged through you, and your vision blurred at the edges. Your chest was tight, breathing shallow. It should not have been this difficult. Are these products not purposely designed to be easy to build while inexperienced? You shoved the drawer back in and then out again, over and over, as if somehow that would magically fix it. The repetitive motion did nothing to help, but instead fuelled the teetering hot prickle of annoyed overstimulation behind your eyes.

The sound of the front door opening made you stiffen. You barely had time to compose yourself before Seunghyun’s warm, familiar, teasing voice filled the room. “Darling I’m home—What bomb went off in our living room!? Are you unscathed?”

“Shut up.” Your eyes did not tear away from the carnage.

“Oh my God.” His lips twitched as he struggled—albeit poorly—to contain a laugh. “What happened?”

There was a beat of silence, and you could feel the smirk on his face, and you had no energy to respond. You imagined the way he was probably standing there, leaning his weight into one leg, watching you with that infuriatingly entertained expression.

Seunghyun’s footsteps approached closer until he stood beside you, surveying the disaster with a slow nod and a low whistle. “Hmm,” he mused, reaching for the manual. “I see. We’ve reached the rage portion of IKEA assembly.”

You scowled, turning to face him at last. The second your eyes met his, his teasing expression softened slightly, like he could see straight through your façade of bursting irritation, exasperation—and maybe the tiny bit of defeat—beneath. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then—

“Wow,” he murmured, brushing his fingers over your forehead. “You’re all flushed.” A grin pulled once again at the corner of his mouth. “Look at you, working so hard. My little home improvement warrior. You certainly made this desk…your own.”

You swatted his hand away, though the ghost of a smile was present at your lips. “I was handling it.”

“Oh, obviously.” He gestured to the scene around you both, eyes twinkling. “And you were doing so well.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I was.”

“Sure, sure.” He grasped onto one of the uneven drawers, wiggling it for emphasis. “I mean, this is practically a work of art. Picasso would be jealous.”

Your glare deepened, too overwhelmed for his incessant teasing, but before you had the chance to retaliate, he caught your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up slightly, studying you with a knowing softness. “Okay, okay,” he muttered sympathetically, “You’re actually worked up over this, aren’t you?”

“No,” You huffed, and Seunghyun’s face switched from softness to a one of disbelief, and you folded immediately, confessing.

Your shoulders sagged slightly as the tension started to drain from you. “I just—why is it so hard? It’s a desk.” Your voice wavered, more exasperated than angry now. “The pieces don’t fit, the screws don’t line up, and—ugh, I hate everything.”

He did not dare laugh this time. Instead, he shifted closer, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek before tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Alright,” he muttered, voice warm and soothing. “You need a break before you explode.” He pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to your forehead before standing. “I’m making you tea.”

You stared at him as he moved to the kitchen, your heart unwinding a little as he hummed under his breath, grabbing your favorite mug without even having to think about it. The simple familiarity of it—the way he knew exactly what you needed without you having to say it—made your chest ache in the best way. You could feel your overwhelming negative feelings fade at the thought.

By the time he returned, he guided you to take your seat on the lounge, hanging you the mug once you were ready to receive it. He begun ramble on about random events that had occurred while he was out of the house, his voice that was spewing mundane topics was unwinding the tight cog in your back, calming you down from your stress.

Once you had relaxed, he stood in front of you again, rolling up his sleeves and holding his hand out. “Okay,” he says, exhaling dramatically. “Let’s defeat this monster together.”

You sipped the last amount from your mug, letting the warmth settle in your chest before placing it on the coffee table. “Fine,” you grumble. “But if you fix it in two minutes, I’ll be so mad. Divorce. You’ll be on the couch tonight.”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He knew your threats were empty.

Of course, in Seunghyun’s ways, he did fix both the leg and the drawer problem in about thirty seconds.

You groaned, slumping against his shoulder. “I did the dirty work for you.”

“Obviously,” he agreed, patting your back as if you were a hardworking champion. “You did all the heavy lifting. I’m just the humble assistant.”

You snorted but made no move away, letting his warmth press into your side. He smelled like home, like something grounding and safe.

Between the two of you, the desk finally came together. The drawers slid in and out smoothly, the legs stood firm, and when you both stepped back to admire the finished product, Seunghyun draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

“Look at us,” he boasted. “Still married and handy. A true power couple. Nothing could stop us, we’re too strong.”

You rolled your eyes but leant into his embrace anyway, the frustration long forgotten, replaced by something soft and smooth sailing. “Yeah, yeah, thanks for saving my sanity. I guess you can sleep in the bedroom..” You say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Seunghyun grins, celebrating his awarded sleeping arrangements, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Anytime, princess. But next time…” He paused, eyes mischievous. “Maybe we just buy a desk that’s already built?”

You giggled, pinching him on his nape lightly. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Seunghyun’s boisterous laughter occupies the room, warm and bright, causing your heart to melt on the spot. There was nothing more you loved than your husband, and seeing him as happy as this. Maybe IKEA isn’t so bad.

Maybe.

thanks for reading! lmk if you like this little sweet moment

[thesimstree]

Lighting in The Sims 4: How to Improve Graphics in CAS and Live Mode

Author: @nulevhroma

You might think, "What difference can lighting really make in a game?" Yet it completely transforms the visuals: making light softer, colors more vibrant, and the overall image more striking.

What kinds of lighting overhauls exist, why do you need them, and where can you get them?

Why Lighting Matters in The Sims 4

Lighting in the game affects not just the atmosphere, but also how we perceive sims, interiors, and everything else in frame. With different lighting setups, the same character can look either dull or incredibly expressive.

Lighting overhauls let you customize the game to your taste – making light gentler, more realistic, cinematic, or, conversely, more fantastical. Some mods offer subtle tweaks, while others create an entirely new visual atmosphere.

CAS Lighting

When you enter CAS (Create-A-Sim), the game uses default lighting – fairly harsh, with a cool tint, which doesn’t always represent colors or facial features the way you’d like.

A CAS lighting replacement is a mod that swaps the default lighting for something softer and warmer, or alternatively, crisp and studio-cool, while refining light/color accents.

Why Do You Need This?

— To make clothing and skin tones appear more realistic

— To eliminate harsh shadows and glares

— To make sims look more expressive and photogenic

— And of course, to make your CAS screenshots go wow!

It’s also a great way to see your sim in a whole new light – especially if you love taking photos of them or sharing looks on social media!

Popular CAS Lighting Overhauls:

1. Mika CAS Lighting by @northernsiberiawinds

Bright, soft, and ultra-aesthetic.

2. Sims 4 cas lighting mods by @breezytrait

From harsh side lighting to soft ring lights with RGB backlighting: makes sims look photoshoot-ready.

3. CAS LIGHTING MOD V4 by @helgatisha

Replaces default CAS lighting with soft, even illumination in neutral tones, enhancing facial features without harsh shadows.

4. CAS LIGHTING MOD V7 by @helgatisha

Adds soft lighting with optional red, green, or blue tinting.

5. CAS Lighting Mod - 03 by @vyxated

Four lighting presets with colored backlighting.

6. The Moon CAS Lighting by @simplyanjuta

Soft lighting with a cool-toned hue.

7. Project CAS Light by @rebouks

Bluish and green lighting tints for striking CAS visuals.

Important: These mods replace default CAS lighting. Install them as regular .package files in your Mods folder. Only one lighting mod can be active at a time.

Lighting in Live Mode

In The Sims 4, lighting provides a solid foundation for creating unique looks for your sims. With mods, you can add even more depth and vibrancy, making your screenshots truly lively and atmospheric!

Must-have lighting overhauls to enhance your game's visuals:

1. NoGlo & NoBlu by @luumia 

The essential base mod everyone needs. Removes the blue filter and yellow tint for more natural-looking gameplay.

2. Sunblind or MilkThistle by @softerhaze  

These aren’t standard .package mods – they’re custom lighting setups that require manually replacing game files. While the process demands precision, the payoff is next-level lighting control, making The Sims 4 look absolutely stunning.

To simplify setup and avoid post-update confusion, use the Post Update Setup Script by @sonozakisisterssims4Sisters. This handy .exe tool automates lighting updates and removes excess EA plumbobs/shadows for seamless, gorgeous visuals.

3. BETTER IN-GAME LIGHTING MOD by @northernsiberiawinds

A complete overhaul of Live Mode lighting: cleaner, brighter, and more visually pleasing at any time of day or weather. Installs like a regular .package file.

These mods pair perfectly with GShade or ReShade presets – together, they work magic.

What's Important to Remember When Installing Lighting Mods?

Lighting mods often conflict with each other. Only install one CAS lighting mod, and always read the creators' instructions for Live Mode lighting overhauls.

Formats vary. Some mods are simple .package files (just drop them in your Mods folder), while others – like Sunblind or MilkThistle – require replacing game files manually.

After game updates, softerhaze's custom lighting resets. Here’s where the Post Update Setup Script by Sonozaki Sisters saves the day: it automatically restores your lighting, removes EA’s plumbob, and clears default shadows.

How to Choose the Right Lighting?

It depends on your goals:

For vibrant CAS screenshots, try face-highlight mods or colored accents (like those from breezytrait or vyxated).

Playing an atmospheric legacy? Darker, realistic lighting (e.g., Dark Rooms by Northern Siberia Winds or Putricide from Project CAS Light) might suit you.

Most importantly: don’t be afraid to experiment! Lighting is your subtle but powerful ally in creating beauty.

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planning basics⋆.ೃ࿔*:･📔

i feel like at this point im a planning MASTER i've been using notion to plan and organize my life for about two years now and before i discovered notion i used a manual planner. i've also made lots of content about planning but today i wanna just focus on the basics and how to organize ur life in a simpler fashion…💬🎀

SEPARATE UR TIME INTO QUADRANTS ;

so i like to separate my tasks into quadrants. im going to try and present it verbally. so the first quadrant would be urgent and important, things that are imperative for me to do. the second quadrant is important but not urgent.

the third quadrant is urgent but not important but its not necessarily imperative that i do them. and last but not least the fourth quadrant is what i classify as buffer time, mostly cuz its neither urgent nor important. and i'll go more in detail with that later on in the post. this is helpful because it helps u to place priority on the tasks that u have to do and not spend a day doing side quests while u have pressing matters that need attending to. this is called the eisenhower matrix.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CALENDAR AND AGENDA ;

so i keep a calendar and an agenda. the main differences between a calendar and an agenda is that the agenda is updated weekly, the calendar is updated monthly/whenever u make appointments.

i find myself looking at and checking my agenda more often then my calendar and thats mainly because im more in-depth on my agenda because im the kind of person who needs specific instructions to get something done. the calendar only tells u the date and the event but the agenda tells u more in depth about how to prepare and go about things.

DELEGATE AND OUTSOURCE TASKS ;

to delegate a task simply means to identify and give tasks that can be handled by others to free up ur time for more important work…💬🎀

GENERAL NOTION TIPS ;

use toggle lists

use THIS website for cute emoji combos (things like ❤︎ and ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･)

make a color scheme and stick with it

twitter headers work the same as notion backgrounds

GENERAL MANUAL AGENDA TIPS ;

color code tasks with adorable glitter gel pens. use post it notes to break down large tasks. like, write the broad task and on the underside of the post it note make a bullet list as u break down the task. mostly with manual agendas i just prioritize aesthetics because if it doesnt look good i won't wanna check it and perform it.

[incogrio]

christmas, don't be late

SYNOPSIS: in which keeping christmas presents a secret is especially hard for yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader word count: 1.1k+ warnings: none, maybe slightly annoying reader, probably ooc yeonjun

AUTHORS NOTE: this fic was actually really fun and easy to write! lately i've been getting kinda annoyed w yeonjun fics because everyone writes him as a cool, macho guy, but he is also super silly!! he's a silly guy!!! so i wanted to show the silly guy some love. when i am writing this, my jack frost fic just went up, so i hope you guys like that fic :)) does anyone actually read these authors notes btw? LMAO, i might do a fic w an enha member bc i'm more into enha than txt, soooo maybe??? idk!! okay thats it, im yapping, love u!

as millions of people knew all around the world, yeonjun was great at many things. he was great at dancing, singing, being kind, hardworking, and empathetic. 

one thing he was never good it, however, was lying. while he didn’t necessarily find himself wishing he could deceive others well on a day to day basis; the closer it got to christmas, he wished he could. 

the first hurdle of the holidays was figuring what exactly you wanted. new clothes? a new watch? jewelry? they all seemed mediocre at best, and yeonjun knew he deserved significantly better than mediocre. 

then, as though sent from the gods above, you suddenly gained an interest in painting. at first, you simply mentioned liking painting videos on youtube, then, he’d catch you drawing little sketches of your environment. the final straw was when you bought yourself a set of 50 tiny paint tubes for less than five dollars. yeonjun was supportive, of course, and your paintings were beautiful, but he knew you deserved the most expensive paint in the world, with the highest quality canvas money could buy. more more than your printer paper, and dollar tree supplies. that’s when he finally jumped over the first hurdle of the holidays. 

now, the second hurdle, was keeping it a secret. at first, it was sort of easy for him. he would simply close his tabs when you came near, and made sure to avoid the topic of getting you art supplies whenever it arose. 

“junnie, what are you up to?” you asked, walking up behind him and his computer. the speed in which you watched him close all of his tabs was akin to superhuman.

“ahh, nothing…” he muttered, before turning around in his office chair and throwing you a charming, lopsided grin. he’d decided the best way to get your mind off his secretiveness, was to be seductive. so, he grinned, he looked you up and down, he bit his lip. 

safe to say, you weren’t too focused on his tabs that night. 

but, there’s only so much sex a man can have before his man gets suspicious. and, with the packages beginning to come in, hiding them from you was becoming harder and harder. 

the first package to arrive was your easel. he’d asked countless people and read countless reviews to make sure he got you the sturdiest, most functional, aesthetically pleasing easel. 

he was lucky when the package arrived and you were at work, but unlucky when he realized it came completely in pieces, and he would rather die than have you waiting over his shoulder as he struggled to build it on christmas day.

“i’ll just…. build it now! it shouldn’t be too hard.” oh yeonjun. what a fool you are.

you came home to him with his head in his hands, an instruction manual on the floor and seemingly random wooden parts strewn throughout the living room. 

“jun, what…” he cut you off, immediately jumping up and covering your eyes.

“yah!” he shouted, “don’t look! don’t!”

“i didn’t! i didn’t see!”

“be honest now.”

“i am!”

“promise?”

“pinky promise.”

“then go away!”

the next time he allowed you into the living room, a large blanket was hanging over the easel, blocking you from seeing the shape of it. you walked out, eyeing the gift suspiciously.

“keep moving mister! nothing to see here!” he exclaimed, gesturing you through the house like an airplane marshal.

when the second package arrived, a large pack of multiple canvases, it was significantly easier to hide. he simply wrapped the box in wrapping paper, and shoved it under the tree.

“baby, what’s in the box?” you asked during dinner, feigning innocence.

“hm? what… box?” yeonjun responded, picking at his food nervously. 

“you know what box.”

“haha! i don’t!! let’s have dessert!”

slowly, you knew you were breaking him down, softening him up. you were in bed together, after secretly putting some of his gifts under the tree.

“junnie…” you mutter, putting on a bit of a soft tone. “tell me what’s under the tree… and i’ll tell you what i got you!”

his only response was turning away from you and your charms, shoving a pillow over his head and loudly singing ‘lalalalalala!!’ for five minutes straight. 

finally, when the paint arrived, he felt relieved. the other gifts would be easier to hide, being small jewelry and clothes, so this would be the last of the big gifts he’d have to wrap. 

he felt so relieved, that a few days later, he was casually speaking to you about your gifts without even realizing it. 

“i ran out of paint today right in the middle of a new landscape!” you whined, grabbing a cold water from the fridge.

“ah, well, it’s good that i-,” he paused. his stomach flipped. he stared at the wrapped gift and almost felt it stare back at him. wrapped. gift. it was wrapped for a reason! he can’t go around revealing gifts just a few days before christmas!

“that i… um… saw… a bird…” 

“what?”

“bird.” he blurted out, before covering his mouth and dashing to the bedroom to hide.

so when christmas finally arrived, yeonjun was as happy as a five year old would be. he woke you up at five am, practically bouncing off the bed as he dragged you to the living room. within the next two seconds, all three of your main gifts were shoved into your lap. 

“open!” he said, the balls of his cheeks high as he beamed at you. 

you slowly and carefully peeled the wrapping paper off, partially to make him impatient, and just as you were about to reveal up your gift, “it’s paint! the best paint in the world!” he blurted out, practically shaking at the excitement of no more secrecy. 

“i see! thank you, junnie! i love it. here, you open one of mine ne-“

“no! you go, go go go!”

you chuckled, grabbing the giant, blanket covered one and shoving it off. 

a second before you could process what it was, yeonjun shouted again.

“it’s an easel!” 

you began laughing at his absurdness. “wow yeonjun! thank you so much! this is so thoughtful. should i open this now?”

he beamed, momentarily trying to contain his excitement by biting his lip, and nodded.

you peeled the wrapping off extra slow, watching him get more squirmish and impatient. 

finally, before taking the last bit of wrapping paper off, you paused. you leaned back, looking at your excited boyfriend.

“go on,” you softly commanded.

“it’s a pack of canvases! i did a lot of research, made sure i got the very best…” he rambled, going on about reviews and critics whilst you gazed at him. once you had finished exchanging gifts, yeonjun quite literally collapsed on the couch, letting out a relieved sigh.

“i hate secrets.”

you chuckled. “at least i know you could never cheat.”

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[aeth-eris]

3rd House in Signs : Writing

3rd House in Aries:

Writing Style: Bold, assertive, and action-oriented.

Handwriting: Sharp and quick, with strong and decisive strokes.

Tone in Writing: Energetic, direct, and enthusiastic.

Genre of Writing: Adventure stories, fast-paced thrillers, and motivational content.

3rd House in Taurus:

Writing Style: Descriptive, sensual, and grounded.

Handwriting: Luxurious and deliberate, with a focus on beauty and comfort.

Tone in Writing: Calm, indulgent, and sensory.

Genre of Writing: Romance novels, culinary reviews, and descriptive poetry.

3rd House in Gemini:

Writing Style: Conversational, witty, and informative.

Handwriting: Quick and changeable, with an emphasis on communication and versatility.

Tone in Writing: Playful, curious, and engaging.

Genre of Writing: Journalism, comedy scripts, and educational materials.

3rd House in Cancer:

Writing Style: Nurturing, emotional, and introspective.

Handwriting: Flowing and sentimental, reflecting emotional depth and empathy.

Tone in Writing: Sensitive, empathetic, and nostalgic.

Genre of Writing: Memoirs, emotional fiction, and heartfelt poetry.

3rd House in Leo:

Writing Style: Dramatic, confident, and attention-grabbing.

Handwriting: Grand and bold, with a flair for the dramatic and expressive.

Tone in Writing: Authoritative, passionate, and proud.

Genre of Writing: Autobiographies, theatrical scripts, and bold editorials.

3rd House in Virgo:

Writing Style: Analytical, precise, and informative.

Handwriting: Neat and organized, with attention to detail and clarity.

Tone in Writing: Practical, informative, and instructional.

Genre of Writing: Self-help books, technical manuals, and critical analyses.

3rd House in Libra:

Writing Style: Harmonious, diplomatic, and balanced.

Handwriting: Graceful and balanced, with a focus on aesthetics and symmetry.

Tone in Writing: Charming, diplomatic, and persuasive.

Genre of Writing: Relationship advice, persuasive essays, and romantic fiction.

3rd House in Scorpio:

Writing Style: Intense, probing, and insightful.

Handwriting: Mysterious and intense, with a focus on depth and hidden meanings.

Tone in Writing: Mysterious, investigative, and profound.

Genre of Writing: Psychological thrillers, investigative journalism, and dark poetry.

3rd House in Sagittarius:

Writing Style: Expansive, adventurous, and philosophical.

Handwriting: Bold and free-spirited, with a sense of adventure and exploration.

Tone in Writing: Optimistic, adventurous, and philosophical.

Genre of Writing: Travelogues, philosophical treatises, and inspirational speeches.

3rd House in Capricorn:

Writing Style: Authoritative, structured, and disciplined.

Handwriting: Disciplined and organized, with a focus on clarity and professionalism.

Tone in Writing: Practical, disciplined, and authoritative.

Genre of Writing: Business reports, historical non-fiction, and self-help guides.

3rd House in Aquarius:

Writing Style: Unconventional, progressive, and intellectual.

Handwriting: Unconventional and eccentric, with a focus on innovation and individuality.

Tone in Writing: Unpredictable, visionary, and intellectual.

Genre of Writing: Science fiction, social commentaries, and revolutionary manifestos.

3rd House in Pisces:

Writing Style: Imaginative, dreamy, and empathetic.

Handwriting: Dreamy and fluid, with a sense of compassion and artistic flair.

Tone in Writing: Compassionate, poetic, and evocative.

Genre of Writing: Surreal poetry, magical realism, and spiritual reflections.

[ccbb2222]

I Can Fix That — Bradley Bradshaw x Reader One Shot

It's been awhile...hasn't it? Summary: Bradley has a new neighbor, and he's more than willing to come to her rescue on more than one occasion.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff Also....yes the title is a reference to Holes :)

The first time Bradley Bradshaw comes to your rescue is on moving day.

The heat was unforgiving, your UHaul was filled to the brim, and you were beginning to doubt that you could handle moving all on your own. With an aching back and a scowl, you begin to pull on the side of the loveseat that you had somehow managed to lug into the UHaul just hours before. Panic struck your eyes as you realized it was about to topple over directly on top of you. "Woah, woah, woah," You hear a gruff voice say as a muscular arm makes its way into you peripheral vision. The love seat levels out, and you turn your head to thank your hero.

Deep, honey colored brown eyes, soft and warm distract you for a moment. "Thank you," You say, voice soft, as you realize just how close the handsome stranger is standing to you.

A deep chuckle makes its way out of his mouth as he smiles, "No worries. No one should die by the hands of a sofa." Over the course of the next hour, Bradley, as you've come to learn his name, helps you unpack your UHaul. You try not to get distracted by his gentle coaching, "Just a bit to the left, you got it. Nice, just a bit further." Your mind wanders to thoughts of Bradley wrapped in your sheets, instructing you this way and that. Your cheeks warm, and you're grateful of the excuse of manual labor as the cause.

Sweat drips from both of your bodies in the San Diego heat as you stand back with your hands on your hips. Bradley expertly pulls the sliding door down on the back of the rental truck, and you admire his back muscles as they ripple against the his shirt.

"I cannot thank you enough," You say, daring a glance at him. His biceps glisten under his black t-shirt, and you're momentarily entranced by him.

"Don't mention it," He says turning to face you with a ruffled brow, "This is a lot for one person to handle. Why didn't anyone offer to help you?"

Your smile falls slightly as you remember the cause for your move. Your break up. It was unexpected, to say the least. You walked in on your boyfriend of four years with his "work friend," tangled in the sheets of your four post bed. The bed you had picked out together at a flea market, and the one you left behind despite your love for the aesthetic. It was ruined now.

"Let's just say I was in a rush to move," You supply vaguely, and Bradley nods his head, unbothered.

"Well, if you need anything, just come find me, I'm in 24B."

"Thank you Bradley," you say, and he smiles softly, raising his hand for a wave, and heading back into the building.

_____ The second time Bradley comes to your rescue is after you forget your keys to the main apartment building. Why had you decided to take your trash out in a torrential downpour? You scowl, picturing vividly your keys hanging on the key rack. Inside your unit. Leaving you stranded and your clothes seeping through.

You try to buzz your neighbors, truly anyone, to let you in. But following a notice from the building warning against letting in non-residents, you weren't surprised when your buzzes went unanswered.

"Fuck," You say, trying to press your self to the side of the building, the small overhang not providing much relief from the wind and rain. Your white t-shirt was fully soaked through, and there was a 99% chance you resembled a drowned cat.

As if your luck couldn't get any worse, you see a familiar Bronco pull into the parking lot, and you shut your eyes in defeat. Of course your hot neighbor had to once again come to your rescue.

You knees nearly buckle as you see him, dressed in what looks like a flight suit making his way to you, a slight jog in his step as he dodges raindrops.

"Locked out?" He smiles, fishing quickly for his keys.

"Nope, just enjoying the storm," You say with a playful sarcasm.

He chuckles and unlocks the door, motioning for you to go in before him.

"Thank you," You turn to him while collecting your sopping wet hair over one shoulder and quickly making your way into the dry lobby. "Hey," You say, taking in his full appearance, "I didn't realize you were in the service. Guess that explains why you're so helpful all the time." Bradley smiles, "Yes ma'am," God, that sent a shock straight to your core, "Naval aviator at your service." Now that...made him even hotter.

"Very impressive," You nod your head approvingly, "Although, it's nothing compared to a work-from-home graphic designer. I've had life or death moments with Photoshop like you wouldn't believe." Were you...flirting? And was he...kinda into it? "Oh," he clutches at his chest, "the agony, I'm sure." The two of you walk towards the elevator and he once again motions for you to step in first.

"Are you also locked out of your apartment?" He asks, scratching at his neck, and you try not to get distracted by his bicep, "You're welcome to come hangout while you wait for a locksmith." "Luckily I left my door unlocked," You say before you can even catch the words coming out of your mouth.

He nods, and looks down.

Fuck. You had an in. You could've been in his space, with him and you blew it. "But thank you for the —" the elevator doors open quickly and you realize you're on your floor, "offer Bradley. I appreciate it!" He smiles with a nod, and you exit the elevator, turning to see his eyes once more and his lips quirk up in a smile as the doors close.

______

The third time Bradley Bradshaw comes to your rescue is when your oven is, quite literally, on fire. You intended on baking Bradley some thank you brownies (and okay, it was also a ploy to see him again), but it turned into a complete disaster. Somehow you didn't notice the crack at the bottom of your glass baking dish, and brownie batter dripped onto the bottom of the oven, causing smoke and eventually flames.

"Jesus Christ!" You let out an exasperated cry as your fire alarm starts buzzing, smoke starts to fill your apartment, and you throw open your door to find the nearest fire extinguisher.

You're stunned to see an equally surprised looking Bradley outside your door.

"What are you doing here?" You say, not impolitely, but given your frazzled state, you instantly feel paranoid about your outburst. "I was coming by to see if you happened to have any eggs to spare, but I can see you have bigger issues to deal with," He smirks at you and pushes past you to assess the damage. Smoke is quickly filling your small kitchen and you cough as you just point mutely to the source.

Bradley reaches up to disable the fire alarm, and turns the oven off before asking, "Do you have any baking soda?" You quickly throw open the fridge and hand it to him. He calmly opens the oven, dumps the baking soda on the flames, and you watch in awe as they begin to simmer.

"What — how? Baking soda?" You stammer, words failing you completely.

He chuckles, "My mom was a terrible cook. I learned how to put out an oven fire at a young age. Baking soda kills the oxygen, and the fire with it." You laugh nodding, "Well, that's good to know. Those were...supposed to be for you." You admit, pointing to the sad-looking, burned brownies.

"For me?" He smiles softly, and opens your apartment window to let out the smoke.

"Yeah well," You say, fanning out the smoke with a dish towel, "You came to my rescue more than once over the past few weeks, and now I guess I owe you more than brownies." You motion for him to join you in your smoke-free living room and he follows obediently. "How about dinner?" He says, a smile once again on his face as he leaned his beautiful body against the door way.

You blush instantly. Dinner? Your heart rate races as you return a shy smile. "Dinner sounds nice."

He lets out a chuckle, "For what it's worth, I'd put out weekly oven fires if it meant I could make you blush like that." "Stop it," You say, grabbing at your flaming cheeks. "Oh, did still need those eggs?" You turn to go back into the kitchen and recover from your embarrassment. Bradley grabs your arm softly and turns you to face him, "I never needed eggs. Just needed an excuse to visit my favorite neighbor." __________________________________________________

IM ALIVE.

Helpful neighbor Bradley just hits different.

[leathercircuits]

Any Neosmith HC's?

Neo and Smith’s relationship would be your usual slow burn enemies to lovers trope, though these two are anything BUT typical. Neo’s mellowness contrasts/compliments Smith’s tsundere. Yin and Yang. 1 and 0.

There was a time Smith unconsciously let his emotions out during his typical monologues. It was similar to Morpheus’s interrogation but much more personal. Neo took that opportunity to let Smith vent and he became his one and only safe space. Neo did that for both humanity’s sake and because he cared.

They share the same hair gel, though, Smith likes seeing Neo’s natural messy state much more. It’s imperfect yet appealing. Human.

The two found base in Neo’s apartment. They had an IKEA date and redecorated the whole place while still keeping its previous aesthetic (If there even was one lol). Smith detested using the instruction manual as he felt like he knew how to construct something so simple as a chair. Neo would watch him use the wrong leg and snicker to himself.

Smith likes to watch Neo sleep, watching his movements and keeping data on his sleeping patterns. He can tell when Neo is having a nightmare and he comforts him by holding him close and whispering in his ear that he’s here. They take turns when cuddling though they have their own side of the bed.

Sometimes Smith visits Zion (don’t ask how) and it took a lot of work for everyone to accept this, especially Trinity. She figured that having him on their team could be a tremendous help but she does keep an eye out as she makes sure no harm happens to her Neo. Their Neo (for you neotrinitysmith shippers)

They adopt Deja Vu

Smith’s new purpose is being Neo’s. He’s highly possessive over him for this reason, not wanting to ever go back to how he was before. You could say Neo "saved" Smith but he would tell you that it was Smith who allowed himself to be saved. Credit due.

There are times Smith reflects on his past and feels despair and hostility over the world. He projects this through his attitude/demeanor and Neo has methods on how to deal with this (comfort, fighting, sex, etc.)

Neo enjoys slow passionate kisses while Smith enjoys the rough tongue-in-throat makeouts. Neo never complains though.

They fight like an old married couple.

[pigswithwings]

hallo 🌻

i think a lot of the time in my art i go for a certain aesthetic, and it just so happens that most aesthetics are associated with emotions. so thats a lot of where my color palettes and little details come from.

with art like the above examples i was trying to emulate different ideas: the pylon art was modeled after instruction manuals/blueprints, the full power art references the layout of old magazine adverts, and the lightning art is emulating textbook diagrams. i really enjoy adding small details for each of these because i feel like it lends to the emotions being expressed. blueprints have notes on different parts of a structure -> the art feels more serious and scientific. text is highlighted or accompanied by an image demonstrating the product in a magazine -> the art feels observational and involving (especially with the use of second person pronouns). figures in textbooks being accompanied by text or interesting visuals -> art feels more fun and as though it's showing of motion. so its essential to my process that i throw in various ideas about aesthetic to bring out the mood

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Ok, people. Boys and Girls. Girls who are boys and boys who are girls. And those who don't want to be any. Children of nature in general.

It's time we understand a simple rule of the Internet. From a person who doubles your age or represents the same age as three of you underage kids whom I'm asking AGAIN, formally, with this post, if you couldn't read this blog's description. PLEASE GO AWAY. LEAVE, UNFOLLOW, AND DON'T INTERACT WITH MY POSTS.

When you decide to navigate this vast universe called the Internet, and more specifically this hell site that is tumblr. Where every and any niche is available for you to choose. It's considered bad manners to go to your neighbor, who has a backyard that is next to your backyard and tell them you don't like or have strong opinions about their bushes. Even if just the look of those bushes gives you the heebie-jeebies and DON'T LIKE THEM OR UNDERSTAND THEM. Or even if you just BELIEVE THINGS ABOUT THEM BECAUSE A COUSIN THAT LIVES IN JAMAICA told you that they “PROBABLY” cause them balls to shrink.

DO NOT INTERACT. Go away. Be grateful for your BACKYARD and all those people you find over there, and on tumblr to share your love for roses and other beautiful flowers You enjoy cultivating and care about. If you stay away from the malign bushes that make you angry or give you some sort of bad feelings because you watched a TikTok that said those bushes are mean. They are not going at you and molest you. Those bushes are there for other people to enjoy, trim, and care about with other bush enthusiasts.

If the sole existence of those bushes or just looking at them from afar makes you feel sad, wrong or makes you uncomfortable. I can assure you, there are several ways you can put a wall between your precious mental health and those evil bushes. Block, Unfollow, use the filters that this hell site has and, at least for me, are the only things that work perfectly here.

But even with all this information or possibilities at your hand to protect yourself and save you from a bad moment. You still believe, you need to go to your neighbor's yard and yell at him and the people who care about those bushes. And even yell at the bushes itself THINGS YOU PERSONALLY BELIEVE ABOUT WHY THEY ARE BUSHING TOGETHER FREE AND HAPPY SO CLOSE TO YOUR BACKYARD and all the things you assume about how despicable, malignant and abhorrent they are.

But most important, just let it be. Anything you don't like in your incursions to the Internet, just move on and ignore those things that don't affect you, and you are not even sure if they affect others. Believe me, that's the way you WIN on the Internet.

There are blogs, topics, scenarios, and ships that aren't meant for you. That's why they are so terribly abhorrent to think about or even be close to. That's why there is so much space here, Gigas, Terabytes and Petabytes of those things you enjoy consuming. They are over there in other backyards. You are not Dean and Castiel. Only them can't stay apart from each other, despite all the space surrounding them, leaving the minimal space for the Holy Spirit because Jesus can't fit. That's why He always uses all the space they aren't using, when he hears what they are thinking about each other. No, You have all the space to create your own garden, away from the things that hurt your eyes or ruin your aesthetic.

Please consider using this video, that I, personally, take as an Instruction manual on: What you shouldn't do on the Internet, and how not to fail at being human in a virtual environment.

Please and thank you.

[handlewithcarezine]

HANDLE WITH CARE VOL. 2-- CALL FOR ARTISTS

Handle With Care zine is now seeking artists for the next volume! We are looking for about 20 artists for this edition.

Important information, boundaries, and legal stuff:

Submission deadline for Vol 2. is July 19th, 2024. If you are accepted but unable to make the deadline for whatever reason, please communicate with us! We are more than willing to be accommodating and figure something out.

The zine's physical dimension will be 8 inches tall, 6 inches wide (20.32 cm by 15.24 cm). Submissions should be in 300 DPI.

The loose theming of Vol 2. is that of an instruction manual. This theme is NOT strict and does not affect piece submission, but it will guide how we structure the zine as well as guide the aesthetics of the front cover and non-submission pages such as the table of contents and credits section. While it is not required, feel free to use the instruction manual theme as a guiding prompt: what would you have liked to have when you were questioning objectum?

Visual artists are welcome to submit an additional one-page written accompaniment to their visual artwork if they would like. Fully written works are currently capped to a maximum of five pages, though this may be adjusted once we have a rough idea what people are submitting.

Handle With Care is meant to celebrate raw objectum emotion and experiences, and meant to give these emotions a physical place in the world. We do not have a minimum skill level as a result.

However, we reserve the right to reject or ask for revisions on any submissions that make us uncomfortable, including any romantic depiction of an object that resembles a realistic feral animal or a human child. This zine is printed through a government-owned printing press. If your submission can be misconstrued as something far more concerning than just objectum sexuality by people who are not familiar with the community, it will be rejected for the peace of mind of everyone involved.

HWC is also strictly safe for work. Non-sexual nudity is allowed, although if it crosses a line we may ask for revisions.

AI-generated submissions are also currently not allowed. We want to see work straight from objectum artists, not an objectum middleman commissioning ChatGPT for free and taking the credit.

HWC is non-profit. Physical copies are sold only to break even on printing and shipping. Any profit from donations will be re-invested in the zine or split evenly between all contributors.

Artists will retain all rights to their individual work, including copyright and being able to resell it. The zine owner (me (Ross), in this case) is allowed to sell the pieces only in the bundle of the entire zine and not individually, and will not own any copyright to those pieces.

Zine organization and communication is done through a Discord server. If you are interested in submitting something for Handle With Care Vol. 2, please DM this tumblr or email gillesbyross@gmail.com with:

What are you thinking of submitting? If it's a written work, how many pages do you estimate you'll need?

2. Social media or some other way to verify you are not a troll

We already have a cover artist. We currently have an artist maximum of 20-25. If there is no more room by the time you send in an application, we will put you on a priority list for Vol. 3.

We're very excited to work on a second volume of the zine!