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[wonderlesch]

12 Days of Geeky Gifts 2023

12 Days of Geeky Gifts 2023 is the ultimate gift guide with mind blowing gadgets and collectibles. It's the most wonderful time of the year! #newblogpostalert #12daysofgeekygifts2023 #geekygiftguide #wonderlesch

Hello and welcome to my latest Blog Post: 12 Days of Geeky Gifts 2023. There’s a song about the 12 days of Christmas, here I am sharing not only what is at the top of any geek’s gift list but where that gift can be purchased as well. Read on to discover a Foldable Drone that’s perfect for someone just starting out in the world of drones (that’s me!). A cell phone holder and iPad stand (helps me…

[reginaofdoctorwho]

gotta make a list of stuff to look for next time i go to antique stores. if i had one of those blacklight flashlights i'd put uranium dishware on it but alas, i don't and can't test any.

anything anyone wants me to try to get pictures of?

[lordcrumps]

The Sims 2 For Rent - CC EXPANSION PACK

Sul Sul!

~ More photos under the under the cut ~

Last week the Sims 4 got a new pack, this week Sims 2 players get that same pack! In a collaboration with @platinumaspiration and @tvickiesims and a HUGE assist from @episims, we bring you "The Sims 2 For Rent CC Expansion Pack!"

This is a large set, and advisable that it does not get merged even further than it already is! - I ran into some issues when trying to do this!

When you explore this pack, please take a look at the marble ring rug, it has some surprisingly cute rug swatches! I put a swatch in it to remove the marbles themselves, so you have a cute small rug! - I only mention this as I was going to bin the rug off once uploaded, but then I found it had some lovely swatches!

FUNCTIONALITY

So most of the items will function as they should and intended as. Its just not just deco items.

There is two collection files included, separated into build buy! Please note that fences and stairs and spandrels cant be but into a collection!

The squatty toilet that took me over 12 hours to make, yeah they squat, animation can be a bit bouncy but such is life. This toilet also can be flushed, get dirty and is cleanable!

Outdoor plants are seasonal!

Counters are animated with insides built, there is no drawer on the counter, I did not want to change the shape of the unit, and saw EA did the same - ignore the fact they grab something from a non existent drawer

Wardrobes have interiors elements, and have working doors!

Each Kettle have two versions, choose only one, one for the colour traits mod / one 'normal'. They function as Tea makers! Huazzah!

Spandrels in build mode are classified as fences. I made a variant with fence / no fence.

Several of the larger deco pieces such as the Arch Gate, or umbrella are actually lights!

Radiators act like radiators!

The Aircon Unit is completely functional, doesn't lower bills, but it does lower sims temperatures!

"Water Heaters" act like solar panels, they get money off your bills!

The Electrical Fuse box has 2 versions, I kept them both in, one wall deco and one functions as a burglar alarm - I wanted more alarms.

Most Sofas / Chairs have morphs!

Slots added to the Vanity and Bathroom Cabinet!

FENCES / SPANDRELS / STAIRS OH MY!

I have included swatch images of each of the spandrels, fences and stairs and labelled them to match, this is so that you can go in and take out any of the swatches you do not want. This is because there are lot of new fences and the menu can feel cluttered with them in for some people.

DOWNLOAD

ALT - SFS

~ Credits / Thanks / List of items not converted under the cut ~

MORE PHOTOS

CREDITS

Mini fridge is cloned from Targa over at MTS - so now it works just like a regular fridge barring a few animations (get baby bottle and juggle)

Kettles were cloned from @pforestsims's kettle, link here.

@jacky93sims for the base of the squat toilet! Epi for the code edits!

THANKS

@tvickiesims, @platinumaspiration thank you soo much for helping with the objects, really couldn't do it myself!! Your amazing, awesome, and some of the best creators out there! Thank you again!

@episims - YOU ARE DA BOMB! Thank you for all your help in getting those toilets working with me, and everything else you do when you answer my little annoying questions! Appreciated like you wouldn't believe!

LIST OF ITEMS NOT CONVERTED - @sims4t2bb

Due to the sizing / functionality of these objects, they will not be included in this pack!

All Yer Fixins Untenable Food Stand

Mali's Moonlight Market Craft Stall

Vegan Vittles Night Market

Late Night Snack Dessert Stall

Rice to Meet You Night Market

The Unrestroom

Fisherman's Slats Window - Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Very Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Super Duper Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall and Open Wide

The Save Us From Ruin Tallest Cinched Wall Curtain

The How Many Times Do We Need To Tell You It's Not Silk Taller Wall Curtain

The We Are Going To Jail< Tallest Wall Curtain So You Know the Truth Curtain

[wosoamazing]

Diabetes

Summary: You join arsenal and move in with Beth and Viv, you're nervous how everything will go, but ultimately it was perfect

Warnings: Diabetes, Hypoglycaemia, Glucagon shot, let me know if anything else.

A/N: Just a bit of a cute fluffy fic, I tried to get everything right medically but IDK if it is perfect. I hope you like it. If I did get something wrong let me know. Also as always happy to do part 2s if requested but pls add some detail on what you want to see.

You were originally going to move in with Leah however the Medical Team said it would be best for you to live with two people, so you moved in with Beth and Viv, you were very nervous as to how they would perceive you, and whether they would be accommodating of your diabetes or not. You knew the medical team had discussions with them and that the club had forced them to do the emergency training for really bad lows and highs, what you didn't know was that they asked the club if they could find them some more training courses, they had done just about everyone single one, from how to use a Dexcom and an Omnipod as these were the devices you used, to how to live everyday life with diabetes. 

So when you turned up to their house you were very surprised to see some snacks sitting out on the bench, each with a piece of paper next to them, with the amount of carbs in them. They had really gone out of their way to help you settle in and make your life easier.

“Um, we have something to show you.” Beth said, kind of hesitant, you followed them over to a cupboard, “Um, it might be a little silly but this is for you,” she said as she opened the cupboard. It was empty other than some shelves, and draws, some organisation baskets, a mini fridge and a basket full of lollies. “There are some juices in there, we didn’t know what flavour you liked so we bought a pack of each, if you don’t like a flavour that's okay, we also got you these, they are all 15g of Carbs each, um but we can buy anything else you want or prefer, and um we thought you could put all of your supplies in here so they are organised and there is even a label maker so we can label the draws and stuff if you want oh and this is for you I suppose.” She said as she picked up a phone, it was a brand new iPhone 15 “it's more for the club, they were originally going to by you a android but we told them you wouldn't use it so yeah, the idea is we connect it to you sensors as like an additional device, so that everyone has access to your levels, so like at night we will keep it beside our bed so if anything happens we are alerted and during games the medical staff will have it and during training I think Kelly is mainly going to have it.” you nodded knowing you couldn't speak, the kindness of both women, and seeing how much they more cared and were going to 100% help you caused you to become emotional you felt a single tear roll down your face, causing the pair to panic lightly “You could have a cupboard somewhere else if you wanted or we could show you, your bedroom, it's pretty bare but we had plans to take you shopping so you could decorate it and make it your own,” another tear roll down your face, “are you okay, did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” you shook your head “th-thank you” Beth pulled you in for a hug “it's nothing really” but it was something it was everything, it was perfect. You spent your day moving in. 

You set up the cupboard first, you drew a plan of where everything was going to go, detailing it before everything started to get put into the cupboard. Your plan worked very well and the cupboard was very organised and practical. Viv thought it was quite cute, she was going to like this side of you very much. Once you had set up the cupboard you got to go shopping, first you went to the homemaker centre, buying some bedspreads, pillows, and decorations from multiple different shops, to make more room in the car you had to do a pit stop at home, chucking it sll through the front door, before heading back out for lunch, it was the first time Beth and Viv had experienced eating out with Diabetes, well even just eating and diabetes. You were very well practised at it, and helped Beth and Viv learn, showing them how you did everything, you taught them how to estimate carbs, but that differently needed practise on their end, you also showed how you can either your phone or your pod controller to set up the insulin delivery and you even pricked their fingers to test their levels for fun, you liked how they weren’t over cautious about it and how they weren’t treating you differently, and also the fact that they didn’t see it as annoying, really you just liked everything about them. You then went to IKEA to get a desk, a chest of drawers and some other items for your bedroom. Once you got home you set up your room, you were putting your clothes away when you were interrupted by Beth and Viv calling you down for dinner.

“Stuffed capsicums!” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen.

“Inside voice,” “Vivvy, it’s cute, your parents told us they were one of your favourites and we thought after the lunch we had today they would be a good choice, how many do you want?”

“Two please, thank you,” “you’re welcome, if you want we can sit on the couch and watch a movie.” you nodded your head before making your way over to the couch.

-

“Come in,” Viv said after you knocked on the door, her face dropped when you opened the door and she saw your red puffy eyes, and tear stained cheeks. You had been crying because you were so relieved and happy, and you wanted to thank them again.

“Kleintje, is everything okay?” Viv asked, causing Beth to pop her head out of the bathroom mid teeth brushing, the sight of you caused her to quickly move back to the bathroom rinsing out her mouth before pulling you in for a hug.

“T-thank you, for everything, it was perfect, you didn’t have to do any of it”

“Of course Kleintje,” Viv walked over to the two of you joining in the hug.

“We want you to feel welcomed and comfortable, it is now your house too. But please if you need us for anything at all you can come wake us up, our door is always open.” 

“Figuratively, not literally” you giggled slightly at Viv’s comment.

“Let's all go to sleep. Hey. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow” Beth said.

_____

Your second day was a training day, you Beth and Viv arrived early, as you had a few meetings, the first one was with Jonas and Kelly, about everything but also your diabetes, then the medics and some other people, Beth and Viv came with you to all of them. As you sat in the tactical session, you sipped on your apple juice popper as you listened intently, trying to ignore Beth and Steph’s talking, you were one to think tactics were a major part of the game, something else Viv would come to like. You then had a short gym session and then it was lunch, everyone was wondering what it was going to be, you already knew but decided not to tell them, you had been given the menu for the week, to select some things that you would want, so that they could make up a plate for you, ensuring they could tell you the exact amount of carbs. You walked in to find your plate sitting on the bench next to all the other food, it was a chicken burger, on wholemeal bread rather than a burger bun, you also had some snacks. There was a piece of paper next to it that had your name on it and the amount of carbs in each item, including each item of the burger. You picked up your plate and walked over to Beth, who pointed to the table she usually sat at, so you sat down there, waiting for her and others to join you, Kelly soon walked in with your kit, which you accidentally forgot at the meeting, you took it from her gratefully and she told you what would be happening in training so you had some idea of how much you needed to adjust your insulin. You picked up your phone and checked to see what it said your sugars were at, your phone said your sugars were at 90 which was perfect considering your target range was between 80-100, you were unzipping your kit when some of the team came to sit down, Beth sat next to you, Steph, Katie, and Caitlin also sat down. You pulled out your lancing device and pricked your finger, using your metre to confirm your reading before putting the units you needed for the burger into your pod controller.

“Do you mind us asking?” Katie questioned what you were doing.

“Um, I have diabetes, I was diagnosed when I was two, but it means that I have to manually control my blood sugars. My body doesn't do it at all, so I have to calculate the insulin I need for when I eat," "Right,” she nodded her head.

____

You had a few hiccups with your diabetes since living with Beth and Viv, but nothing major, however that was going to change. It was the 60th minute and you felt your body start shaking, the medics hadn’t called a paused or called you over and even thought you felt funny at half time your levels were normal, if anything slightly high, but you knew you were low, not only was your body shaking, but your brain hurt and felt foggy, you were also struggling to not fall over. You knew you needed to get off the pitch soon, before you passed out. A corner gave you the perfect opportunity to tell Beth you were low, you walked up to her, she looked at you confused and concerned.

“L-Low” you managed to say to Beth before you collapsed forward on her, she lowered you to the ground and the ref immediately blew the whistle, the medical team was on the pitch immediately, players from both teams were starting to form a huddle around you, trying to protect you from the media.

-

They were checking your sugars, as Beth got a Glucagon shot ready, she was ready to go when she got the nod of approval from the medics. Beth injected the shot into you and you were immediately rolled onto your side by the medics, waking up just moments later, in a panicked state, sitting up. 

“It’s okay, you passed out from being low, we had to give you a Glucagon, but it’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” Beth said as she rubbed your back.

“S-sta-stay?” you managed to get out eyes wide open with fear.

“Go with her, I’ll tell Jonas,” Beth nodded.

Viv met you and Beth in the medical room, she sat on a chair while Beth sat on the bed with you, you were given some gummy bears as well as an apple juice popper, to try and elevate your levels, you were still shaky and sweaty but your vision was completely clear and the medics and paramedics cleared you, which meant you didn't have to go to the hospital, but Beth and Viv had very strict instructions to take you to the hospital if certain things happened, such as seizures, loss of consciousness and others. 

“Do you want to go home now Kleintje?” you nodded as you ate a gummy bear.

_____

You were very nervous for your first camp, for how the staff would handle your diabetes but more so the team. The last game you played for Arsenal was the one you passed out during. You visited your endo after that incident and he had recommended putting tape over your sensor and pod when you played. The sensor had slightly pulled out during your arsenal game and so it wasn't actually reading your blood sugar.

It was your first training session and Beth had helped you, with the supervision of the medical team, put tape around your arms covering your sensor and pod, it was so you could get used to the feeling of it before your first game. You weren't required to have tape over your sensor and pod during training as you had frequent breaks which you could be checked during.

-

As you warmed up with Lauren Esme and Niamh, Ella and Alessia walked over to you.

“Why do you have tape on your arms?”  Ella asked. “Ella you can't just ask that” Mary said as she walked over with Beth, who had overhead the question, so she stood behind you placing her hands on your shoulders. “You don't have to tell them.” Beth whispered in your ear, you did want to tell them but you weren't sure you wanted to tell them right now.

“Oh um,” you were saved by Sarina calling the team over. While Sarina talked one of the medics came over to you, she handed you the phone and you saw your reading, being nodding and sticking your hand out to her, hoping that somehow in the non contact warm up the sensor had moved and that reading wasn't true, as if it was you most likely weren't going to get to do training this morning. You were handed a small container filled with 6 sour worms which told you the reading was true, you opened the container and started to eat them while Sarina kept talking.

“Why don’t we get sour worms?” Ella whined.

“Because you’re not special enough.” you inform her, causing everyone to break out into laughter.

“I like her,” Millie said as she high fived you. Sarina ignored all the commotion, she was obviously used to it and just continued talking. “Y/N could I just talk to you quickly?” she said as you and the girls started to disperse, you nodded and walked over to her.

“Sorry Sarina. I didn’t mean to-” “No, that's not what I wanted to speak about but I appreciate the apology. I wanted to talk to you about telling the girls, is it something you would like to do?”

“Um, yeah I think, I just don’t know how to tell them and like I don't want them to think of me differently”

“That's okay, I think sooner rather than later would be better, maybe today during dinner? During the announcements. Becky could help you, or even Beth or anyone you wanted, I could even just tell them and we wouldn't need to discuss it if you wanted.”

[goldengirlls]

security tape

pairings — beefy!biker!bucky x fem!reader

warnings — dom!bucky, unprotected sex, breeding kink, lap dances, talks of sex tapes/pictures/audios, dumbification, beard burn, mentions of balls, oral fem receiving, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, dirty talk, spit kink and cum play

summary —only for our eyes.

wc — 3.2 k

authors note — AHH !!! OVER 2.5 K OF YOU BABIES!!! LOVE U ALL SO MUCH !!!! SO IN HONOR OF THAT, HERES THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF MY NEW AU VERSE !!! will be part of the for our eyes only verse

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“Well look who finally decided to make an appearance.” Bucky’s voice rang through the beer infused air, back pressed back up against the dark color cushion and behind the wooden table that was littered with papers, a screen and a nearly finished glass of bourbon. The hum of the ice makers coming to life and the music fading from one song to another.

A sympathetic and amused look, thrown in his direction as your legs took you to stand in front of the table. Hands pressing themselves against the cool wood table and resting your body against them. 

“I told you I’d be here around six.” Leaning further on to the table and at the pout forming against his lips and the space growing larger between his hairline and eyebrows. 

He scoffs at the audacity, looking at his watch, “Yeah, a whole forty seven minutes after.” Firm glare or what was trying to be, but the glimmer of his midnight eyes proving otherwise that he was happy you were here, with him where you where were suppose to be.

“Yeah ‘s in the general area of six.” You protest while holding back the laugh that you so desperately wanted to let go off at how childish the six foot four leather clad biker was being about this.

His arms uncross from one another and his lip untucked itself from his pearl white teeth. Not saying a word as he slid out of the booth and over to the low lit bar where the open bottle of bourbon sat, pouring himself another glass. 

It was comical when you really thought about it. The six foot something tattooed cover biker with a sour look and grumbling under his breath. To anyone and everyone else he was labeled as grumpy and scary, but to you— he was a big softy, with a weak spot for you. 

Making your way over to him, you squeezed your body between him and the cool wooden bar, doe eyes already begging for forgiveness, “‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to be late. I, uh got distracted.” Tucking your lip between your teeth, your cheeks growing warm at the faint thought of what made you late. 

Grabbing his attention, the midnight eyes searched your face for an answer to said distraction. The pink dusted cheeks— warm to the touch, the dazey hooded glimmer in your eyes and the slightly ruffled hair was drawing a conclusion, but couldn’t quite draw a conclusion.

Then, with one last sweep over your enhanced features, it all clicked.

Bucky biting back a smile— or a smirk, “Distracted?” His voice dropping low and hands bruising your hips as he deposits you up onto the bar. “Care to explain, Ace.” Glimmer of hope you’d spill all the details he was desperately trying play in his mind.

“Uh, I couldn’t find my keys.” That was believable.

“Really?” His hands trailing up your bare legs, only covered by a denim cladded mini skirt. “When I left an hour before you, could’a sworn the were on the gold dish on the counter.” Challenging you.

Your eyes growing ten times in size, “I, uh mean my wallet. Yeah, couldn’t find my wallet.”  The goosebumps rising the closer he got to the hem of your mini skirt. Fingers playing with the distressed material as he hummed at your answer — not believing your words for a moment.

Bringing your body closer to him, his lips hovered over yours, “Sure it wasn’t something else that made you late?” Bourbon mixed with mint meeting your cotton candy like lips, “Maybe something like on your phone.”

Wicked, delicious and a dangerous game.

One of Bucky’s ring cladded, tattooed hand leaving your thigh as it met the heat of your cheek, thumb brushing against the high point, encouraging your answer, “How’d you figure it out.” Sheepishly asking with a glimmer of pride.

“Cause ‘m usually the one makin’ you look that way.” 

“Bucky!” A hand meeting his concrete shoulder, doe eyed and face warmer than before and far pinker. 

“Love it when ya scream my name.” Smiling before pressing his lips against yours. Bucky’s tattooed hands seemed to have a mind as they wandered around your body, meeting your legs , under your skirt and ever so lightly ghosting against your thighs which elicited a moan letting him deepen the kiss and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

A fucking dream come true. His best girl — perched on the bar, leather jacket and all, nape of the neck exposed for his lips, sloppy kisses and even messier hands.

“Which video did ya watch?” Bucky spoke against your lips, trailing down your jaw and to the column of your neck, a trail of destruction everywhere his lips connected to your skin.

“I— the one of us after Sam’s house party.” Gasping out when his teeth grazed your skin. “Y’know the one where you tore my panties right in half.”

“Didn’t seem to mind when I made you cum four different times that night.” He hums against you, eyes gleaming with pride when he met your eyes that were watching his every move.

Four years of love and two years of living together. Soulmates. Complete opposites, but alike in many ways. 

A crisp autumn night, layered in a waffle white long sleeve tucked away in a leather jacket with light washed denim jeans. One too many tequilas as your sneaker cladded feet took you to the very man that you’d come home to every night and show you how much he loved you every morning. And Bucky thanked his lucky stars every day for those doe eyes and wicked tongue. 

You fell hard and fast for the six foot something, leather wearing, tattoo covered biker.

Neither one of you loving someone the way you loved each other. Day in and day out proving your worth to one another.

“‘Specially when I did that thing with my tongue.” He mumbles out, his forefinger running between your wet folds followed by many curse words.

You gasped out a string of incoherent words when his cold rings could be felt when his finger dipped into your messy hole.

“Gonna let me wreck you.” Other ring adorned hand squeezing your bare thigh, voice dangerously low and the midnight eyes pleading for your acceptance. “Let me destroy this little pussy. Make her cry and squirm.” Retracting his finger to bring to his lips— tasting his favorite thing. 

“Sweeter than ever.” He hummed out pressing his lips against yours so you could taste you on his lips. “And always so messy for me, for daddy.”

“Bucky.” You whine grinding against his jeans, trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. The pleading, close to pathetic look you were giving him was enough for him to flip your skirt up and blow against your puffy pussy. “Don’t tease me, touch me.” Lips pouty and prominent with the taunting promise of watching them quiver.

“Yeah? Want me to make ya sing, baby? Play with her all night? Make her weap and cry till she can’t take it anymore?”

A moan escapes from your bruises lips with a nod and eyes fluttering closed.

“Gonne let me eat your pussy, baby? Know you’re gonna be my good girl for daddy tonight.” He questions licking his lips as his eyes follow your glistening pussy, “Shit, baby. A drippin’ mess, s’all for me? Needs me that bad, huh?”

Nodding your head in response, your walls clench around his forefinger and middle finger, your head becomes even fuzzier when his lips connect with your clit as his tongue begins spelling words that word spoken between the two of you.

“Got the prettiest fuckin’ pussy ever. Can’t wait to show you what she looks like when ‘m done with her tonight.”

Your senses are in overdrive. Hypersensitive. And when his beard brushed against your folds the most pornographic sounds falls from your bruised lips and he inserts a second and a string of saliva leaving his lips runs against your folds to your hole. 

It’s filthy and delicious. 

The pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth mixed with the wetness from your pussy and the moans from Bucky are driving you closer to the edge. 

“D— Daddy, ‘m gonna cum.” You cry out, squeezing your legs around his head, only making him shove his face further into your sensitive pussy. “Don’t stop, please.” Whining out rubbing your face against his mouth and beard. The burn of his hair increasing the pleasure and without a doubt leaving the promise of him on you tomorrow.

Bucky’s tongue laid flat against your clit, his eyes connecting to yours holding eye contact telling you to cum, to be his good girl. He’s desperate to taste you — your warm cream filling his mouth. He needs you spread on his beard and he’s begging for it with every lick and curl of his finger.

A few more swipes of his tongue — spelling his name, the promise of coming home and the curl of his cool cladded fingers brushing against your spongy spot was enough for you to cum, squirming against him as you see the stars. 

Bucky continues to clean you up. Never missing a drop of the warm cream lapping up every last drop. Standing tall and proud with a smirk plastered on his lips, noticing how floaty and fucked out you already look.

Your slick glistening against his beard, swollen pillow like lips and blown pupils, “Think ya can give me another on, baby?” Bucky husks out, nudging his nose against yours — smelling you on him.

Your eyes lashes flutter close when your lips meet his, moaning into his mouth with the taste of you on the tip of his tongue, as you palm at the prominent bulge hidden beneath his jeans.

The zipper makes a loud, thick sound, as your hands find the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head— only left in your mini skirt when his angry cocks’ finally able to breathe.

“Shit— gettin’ pretty everytime I see you.” The butterflies soaring in your stomach when you feel the mushroom leaky tip drag up and down the reminiscence of the mess he created earlier before he eases the head into your sore but desperate hole. 

“Just stretched her out this morning, how’s she this tight already.” Bucky continues, “Guess ‘ll have to fix that, seein she’s gonna suck me back in everytime I pull out.” Bottoming out — pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest.

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin her and you, baby. Gonna have her a weapin mess, beggin’ me for more after I fill her up.” Bucky states as he slams in and out of you at a bruising but promising speed.

Bucky fucks into you as if his life depends on it. His midnight eyes connecting where his cock meets your needy hole, moaning when he sees himself covered in your slick.  Bucky’s balls slapping against your ass as words fall from his lips when he feels you suck him in and clench around him. 

He pounds into you relentlessly, the girth is snug and length is delicious. His bulbous tip brushing against your g’spot, the delivering of every thrust is deliberate and tasteful. He’s demanding you feel everything that makes his cock — veins, crevice and mushroom tip.

“Daddy needs you to be a good girl. He needs ya to drench his cock. Need ya to make a slutty mess, c’mon I didn’t fuck you that stupid, yet. Cum for me. Make a mess so daddy can make a mess in you.” Bucky states, eyebrows furrowed, cock slipping in and out of you.

His balls are heavy. Begging for a release. Begging to fill your silky creamy walls. Needing it. 

“Be a messy slut and cum for me.” Buckys fingers start rubbing your little clit, in small deliberate circles, as you moan loudly clenching his cock like a vice making his balls tighten and body tighten.

Your legs to shake and spazz around his thick thighs, as your pussy wheeps and creams around his cock riding out your orgasm.

“Good girl, baby, fuck, gonna cum.” Bucky moans ropes of his seed shot from his bulbous tip, spewing into your bruised and velvet like walls, flooding your pussy to the brim, riding out his and your orgasms. 

A few moments of labored breaths and stolen kisses, he slowly slides himself out, careful to not let anything spill out. His fingers coming down to collect the cum that’s dripped out, collecting it and running his fingers along the rim of his glass— a promise to taste you the rest of the night. 

“I have to save some of you for later Ace” Licking his lips and fingers once done.

Tucking himself away and helping you collect yourself you catch that lovestruck boyish look he’s given you a million times.

He cups your cheeks, cold rings flushed against your pink cheeks, keeping you close to his heart and the steady thumps beating at the same rate. Passionate and messy. Desperate and yearning. Actions speaking louder than words. Each kiss expressing the impact and heaviness of his love. Everything pouring into this kiss. 

“Much as I love those sweet lips, gotta get ready to open the bar.” Speaking lowly and with a huff. Meeting your eyes as he leaned down for one last kiss.

“Oh and Ace,” Your eyes connect with his, your head titling to the side — indicating for him to continue, “Can’t wait to watch the security tape later.” His tongue licks the rim slowly and deliberately as he goes to get the supplies to clean the counter.

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[shujilovedive]

Matchmaker

Baji x Reader / Mini Fic

cw: Slight sexual tension or implication?, Fluff, Romance, Sfw

Description: Emma recruits her brother to play match maker for you after you tell her about your crush on one of Mikey’s friends. This takes place in a au where all the characters are still alive. They are all around eighteen because I’m not very comfortable writing romance for their middle school ages unless it’s like a flashback or pure fluff. But this is fluff anyways so it doesn’t really matter.

Notes: This was originally gonna be more than just Baji but I don't have the motivation to finish it so I thought I'd post it as a cute fluffy, funny mini fic.

If your mother could see you now, she would scold you for the reckless behavior you were exhibiting in your new yukata. In fact she would scold you for how unladylike you were being in general. Climbing down the side of a small hill situated near the Musashi shrine. Your feet slipped slightly against the mud that had been left behind from a previous rainfall that day. Thinking clearly about what you were doing, it was a bit dramatic, but you couldn’t turn around now with your attire all muddy and messed up. The flower that Hinata had placed in your hair was threatening to slip out, hanging out by a few threads.

“Y/n!”, Emma’s voice carried through the tree line, making you jump ever so slightly and almost slide completely down the hill. Curse that girl. How did she have time to meddle so much in your romantic life, shouldn’t be trying to cozy up to Draken right about now? How could she be so nosy. You wished you had just confined in Hinata like you had meant to, but Emma had insisted you share the secret with her as well.

“Come on! It’s not fair if you tell her and not me!” Emma nagged you, taking a seat beside you on Hinata’s rug while Hinata herself messed with her hair in the mirror of her dresser. “Please! I don’t wanna be left out.” She leaned in front of you, frowning at your flushed expression. Hinata gave you a pitiful smile through the mirror, knowing that Emma would not let this go.

Of course you wanted to tell Emma as well, but you knew she wasn’t the best at keeping secrets. She also had a habit of getting involved in situations that didn’t completely involve her.

“Fine!…Okay, okay!”, You gestures your hands out in front of you, sighing in reaction to Emma’s persistence. Emma immediately lit up and squeezed the edge of her yukata, leaning close to you. “So what is it?”

“I like one of the guys- but I don’t know him! So, I don’t actually know if I like him.” You were quick to try and smooth Emma but it didn’t do much, because she was already rocking back and forth in excitement, giggling like a little school girl. “You like one of my brothers friends?”

“Why does it have to be labeled your brothers friends?”

“Because that’s what they are! Which one?”

“….Baji.”

“Ew.”

Hina began to laugh, looking back at the two of you on the floor. Emma had a look of disgust on her face as she leaned back. You on the other hand were completely baffled by her response and you scolded her, leaning forward and poking at her chest.

“Ew?! Who did you think I was going to say!”

“I don’t know! Someone respectable! Maybe Mitsuya? Baji is a idiot!”

“A handsome idiot.” Both you and Emma whipped your gaze over to Hinata who was giggling softly into her palm now. “What? He is.”

Emma frowned at her, scoffing softly under her breathe,”Still a idiot nonetheless.”

You crossed your arms and smiled at Hina triumphantly before looking back at Emma. “Like I said, I’ve never spoken to him. So I don’t even know if I actually like him, he’s seems cool though.”

Emma clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes at the attitude you were giving her, and tapped her fingers on the ground slightly. After a moment, a sly grin slipped onto her angelic face and you felt your heart dropped as she turned to look at you again.

“Ya knowwwww…., Baji will be there tonight.”

Your mouth dropped open slightly as you look at her, eyebrows furrowing. “Of course i know that, don’t you dare do anything Emma. I don’t even know if I like him!”

“That’s because you haven’t tried talking to him! Then you’ll see he’s an idiot and you’ll get over it.”

“No! He’s too intimidating.”

“Oh, please. You just think that because he’s handsome, to you.” She really sounded out the last two words, trying to make it abundantly clear that she found nothing attractive about Baji at all.

“Besides, my brother is his best friend and I’ve known him since we were young. I could put in a good word for you and so could Mikey. Mikey likes you! He says your hair reminds him of Dorayaki.”

“How?” You looked at her in confusion and Hina shared your expression. Emma was right about one thing, her brother really was a bit of a idiot.

“I don’t know, but it does. Baji will probably agree cause he’s also stupid. They share a brain cell. Come on! Let me put in a word for you!”

“No!”

You thought you I had gotten through to Emma back at the house but it became apparent that you hadn’t, halfway through the festival. You were spending your time with Hina and Takemichi when you heard Emma’s familiar voice call out to you.

“Y/n!”

You turned your head in the direction of her voice, only to see her pushing through the crowd towards you. Behind her was Mikey, dressed in a junbei, stuffing dorayaki’s in his mouth and beside him was Baji himself. Baji’s hair was pulled up in a bun and he was also wearing a junbei, hands in his pockets as he followed Emma through the crowd.

The look of horror that crossed your face must have alerted Hinata and Takemichi to what was going on, because Hina immediately put her hand on her mouth and looked at you in pity. “Sorry, Y/n…”.

It really was a split second decision, to bolt away from your friends towards the tree line, through the crowd of festival goers. Baji was just another guy at the end of the day, but for a on looker like yourself, he was unreachable. You had watched him fight before, he thrived on the violence and recklessness of it all. Even when he wasn’t punching people for thrill, he demanded attention. You didn’t even wanna think about his voice. There was no way he would return your attention or admiration and you were hoping that if you found a place to hide, you could save yourself the embarrassment.

That’s exactly how you had gotten halfway down this muddy hill and you were starting to regret your decision. Sticks, thorns and weeds stuck out of the ground, threatening to latch onto your yukata and hold you in place. And your attire was already stained with mud at the bottom from dragging along the ground. You held onto a branch as you took another slippery step down the hill, letting go of the branch to slowly descend towards the bottom. When suddenly a tug on your yukata held you in place. You turned to pry at the fabric but you must have underestimated your own strength because the fabric ripped and you slipped on the side of the hill, falling flat on your butt in the mud.

Now you were DEFINETLY in trouble with your mother and even worse, your dress was still stuck on the branch. You had managed to twist the fabric in place and once you stood up, even with all your tugging and efforts to untangle it, you were still unsuccessful in freeing yourself.

“Y/n?“, You slowly glanced up, eyes landing on Emma and the two boys, staring down at you from the top of the mud slicked hill.

It was kind of a funny sight. Emma stared down at you, mouth completely a gape, completely shocked by the situation she had found you in. Meanwhile, Mikey stood next to her, nonchalantly munching on a festival snack while watching you as if this was the most normal thing he has ever seen. Baji also looked shocked but after a moment he was unable to swallow down a wolfish grin that formed on his face.

“This isn’t funny.” Emma snapped her head over to look at him when she heard him begin to laugh, eyes narrowing in his direction. He covered his mouth and shook his head, still eyeing you with a glint of humor in his eyes.

“My skirt is stuck.” You mumbled, looking back down at the fabric in a attempt to hide your flustered expression. Your cheeks were burning and you found yourself wishing to simply be anywhere else.

“Help her!”, Emma scolded the two boys, wacking the back of Mikey’s head with a bag of goodies she had attained from the festival.

“Let me finish my dorayaki real quick….”. Mikey mummbled, chewing away at the treat in his hand.

“Excuse me?! You are an idiot!” Emma began to barrage Mikey with insults, yelling at him as he watched her with a slightly amused expression, still eating his dorayaki. Meanwhile, Baji had begun to slowly slide down the hill towards you, grabbing onto branches to keep his footing as he made his way down. He found his way down to you with ease compared to your messy attempt to climb to the bottom of the hill. Heels buried into the dirt, he used both his hands and began trying to untangle your skirt, head hung low with tiny hairs falling forward out of his bun in front of his face.

You cursed yourself for even noticing the bit of hair slipping loose from his hair tie and you averted your gaze away from him. “Why are you even down here? Did you slip?”, He raised his eyebrows up at you, removing his focus from the skirt for a moment to look at you. Baji wasn’t stupid, he was quite aware with what was going on. Emma had informed him that she had someone she wanted him to meet, the moment he met up with her and Mikey at the festival. He thought your embarrassment was kind of cute, even if your reaction had been a bit overboard.

“No, I’m trying to get a way from her.” You pointed up at Emma who was still scolding Mikey, face red and puffy. “She brings bad luck.”

Baji grinned slightly, one of his fangs slipping out of his mouth and pressing against his bottom lip. It was one of those things that was so effortlessly attractive about him and you wondered if he even knew how good looking he was. Or if those things just simply never crossed his mind.

“You really got yourself stuck.” He muttered, digging his heels deeper into the mud before looking up at you. “It’s already damaged, do you care if I just rip it?”

For some reason this question sent more warmth to your cheek, you nodded with a bit of reluctance. “Just try not to rip it too high…”

“I won’t, promise.” He glanced up at you with a smile before getting a tight grip on the bottom of your skirt. He began to tear and pull at the fabric, leveraging the force he was able to with his heels buried in the mud. Every little sound of ripping fabric made you cringe, grieving the loss of your brand new clothes.

“There. You’re free.” You nodded your head in thanks and began to stand up straight again now that your dress was free. It seemed like you weren’t out of trouble yet though, as the climb back up the muddy slope was going to be even harder than the way down. You awkwardly turned around towards the hill and Baji held his hands out slightly, making sure you weren’t going to fall.

“Here.” He offered you one of his mud stained hands, using the other to grab onto a nearby branch. You took it without hesitation, fearing for your footing and trusting him to guide you up. He was patient with you, going slowly up towards the top, unlike the way he has masterfully made his way down the hill.

His hand remained tightly gripping your hand as you made it up to the top of the slope. Once he got up onto flat land, he reached down with his free hand and grabbed onto your other hand, pulling you up as well.

Baji didn’t seem to mind the dirt on his attire or on his hands and instead did his best to make sure you were completely fine. Emma began to fuss over your outfit and try to salvage as much of your hair as possible before eventually giving up.

“Both of you are a mess. Are you really going to attend the festival looking like that?”.

You shook your head with a somber look, still feeling the embarrassment prick at your face. Baji put his hands in his shorts and shrugged slightly, glancing your way with a toothy grin. “Festivals halfway over anyway and it’s not really my scene. Want me to drive you home?” Again with that effortlessly attractive smile, even covered in dirt and mud, he was somehow charming and you didn’t even need time to consider his offer.

“I’d appreciate that, if it isn’t too much trouble.” Dipping your head, you couldn’t help the bubbling excitement in your chest at the idea of riding on Baji’s motorcycle with him. A fantasy you had played in your mind before, now coming to fruition after you thought you had made such a fool of yourself. Emma also seemed shocked by the way everything had turned out, but her look of disbelief soon faded into a smile due to the sweet outcome. Even if she still thought Baji was as dumb as a rock.

“Oh, by the way. Baji this is Y/n.” Mikey interrupted, munching the last bit of his snack between words. You, Baji and Emma all turned to look at him, questioning how he could be so out of tune with the vibe of the conversation, but the silence quickly erupted into laughter. Mikey blinked in confusion, glancing over at Emma who was giggling into her palm.

“Didn’t you want me to introduce them? Emma? What’s so funny?!”

Baji was definitely planning on taking you home, he just had a longer route in mind.

[my18thcenturysource]

Portrait of Vivienne Westwood by Christian Shambenait

It took me a few days, but with the death of icon-goddess-genius Vivienne Westwood, I had to make a post here about her work and how massively influential she was during her lifetime, and why her influence will remain for years to come.

"I take something from the past that has a sort of vitality that has never been exploited – like the crinoline – and get very intense. In the end you do something original because you overlay your own ideas." Vivienne Westwood

Born in 1941 in Tintwistle, Cheshire, Vivienne Westwood (nèe Swire) did not have a "traditional" path into fashion and design, even though she took a course of jewellery at the Harrow Art School (she thought it was not for her, being a working-class girl), she became a primary school teacher and got married with Derek Westwood, had a kid... But she was a maker of things and a creative mind, and made her own wedding dress and jewellery that she sold at a stall.

Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood at the Let It Rock store (London, January 1972).

But all of that was about to change when she met Malcolm McLaren. She got divorced, moved with him and had another son. McLaren became the manager of the Sex Pistols and with Westwood, they became a creative duo who dressed the band and became VERY influential during th punk era. We must add the after that they opened a store called SEX, which was the meeting place for the punk scene in London in the 1970s. So, yeah. punk wouldn't look like it does without Vivienne Westwood.

"Vivienne and Malcolm use clothes to shock, irritate and provoke a reaction but also to inspire change. Mohair jumpers, knitted on big needles, so loosely that you can see all the way through them, T-shirts slashed and written on by hand, seams and labels on the outside, showing the construction of the piece; these attitudes are reflected in the music we make. It's OK to not be perfect, to show the workings of your life and your mind in your songs and your clothes." Viv Albertine

This era of Westwood's design has a lot of collaboration, especially with McLaren, and they produced under the Worlds End label until 1985. These collections have each a theme and a name, and here is when we star seeing Vivienne Westwood's eye and curiosity for historical fashion, as well as nods and details especially from the 18th and 19th centuries. Of course, it was the 80s and all was way more colourful than what we thing of more contemporary Vivienne Westwood, but you can see that EVERYTHING was already there in the period which she dubbed as "New Romantic" with collections like Witches, Punkature, and Pirate.

Raincoat and belt, from the 1983 Witches collection, Victoria & Albert Museum.

Ensemble from the 1982 Pirates collection, Victoria & Albert Museum.

Knitted top from the 1983 Witches collection, featuring Keith Haring's graffiti.

The 1988-1991 era is called "The Pagan Years", and we can see the change of the main looks from punks to girls in clothes that parodied the upper class. And it is then that I think the ultimate Vivienne Westwood is seen: corsets, crinolines, tartan, colourful stripes... Here is when we begin to see the historical references taken to a extreme, mixed with the modern word and sense of humour, while always being perfectly made and patterned and fun for all genders.

Here some of my favourite ones:

Vivienne Westwood black satin corset with metallic gold pattern, ss 1992 Stays, late 17th-early 18th century, Met Museum.

Vivienne Westwood autumn/winter 2020.

Fashion illustration on L’Elegant, 1853.

Carmagnole Jacket, France, c. 1790 / Sans-culotte Trousers, France, c. 1790, Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

Vivienne Westwood, autumn/winter 2021.

"Watteau" evening dress, 1996, Vivienne Westwood, Victoria & Albert Museum. "L’enseigne de Gersaint" (detail), Jean-Antoine Watteau.

Vivienne Westwood, autumn/winter 2022.

Portrait of Madame X, 1884, John Singer Sargent.

Madonna in her Fever video, 1993, wearing Vivienne Westwood. Gold leather corset, sleeves and mini skirt, 'Time Machine' ss 1988, Vivienne Westwood.

Always a creative force and a punk at heart, Vivienne Westwood was also an activist, putting front and center important causes like climate change, or sustainability and transparency in the brand's supply chain.

Rose McGowan walking the autumn/winter 2019 Vivienne Westwood catwalk.

Designer Vivienne Westwood looks through the glass toward the media during a photocall at a retrospective exhibition to celebrate her 30 years in the fashion industry, at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London, Tuesday March 30, 2004.

What is your favourite look/garment of this iconic designer? And does it have an historical reference? Let us all know!

[nabitule]

SHE WAS MADE OF ANGEL DUST ˒ 𝐢. general summary

LABITULE , also known as nabi in short / hangul form , is a six member fictional girl group under jyp entertainment & kalon records . under the partnership of the two labels , the group currently consists of yoonah , minali , gaon , lilith , hiraya & serein .

best known for their intentional experimentation with their concept , LABITULE is the latter company's pride and largest money-maker . ever since their debut , the members have expanded their presence beyond the music scene .

although , note that this is merely a burning speculation , irony can be found in the group's name and the treatment given to them .

AND I WAS CARVED FROM WAX ˒ 𝐢𝐢. mini dossier

GROUP NAME  :  labitule ❪ kr : 나비 ❫

LABEL(S)  :  kalon records & jyp entertainment

DEBUT DATE  :  july 23 , 2016

DEBUT ALBUM  :  pretty pity

DEBUT SONG  :  eung eung

GREETING  :  “ and the dreams are still dreaming — hello , we are labitule ! ”

CONCEPT  :  dolls whose styles are played around with

FANDOM NAME  :  nallumes

FANDOM COLORS  :  red lipsticks ❪ e76a5c ❫ , crowns ❪ 884d68 ❫ & impurities ❪ 35477c ❫

WE FOUND OUR PURPOSE IN EACH OTHER ˒ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. the members

yoon  ‘  YOONAH  ’  miyoung  (  1997  )

ahn  MINALI  (  1997  )

baek GAON  (  1998  )

celine  ‘  LILITH  ’  park  (  2000  )

caroline  ‘  HIRAYA  ’  cuevas  (  2000  )

yang  ‘  SEREIN  ’  sujeong  (  2001  )

WAS THE PRETTIEST LIE EVER TOLD ˒ 𝐢𝐯. discography

pretty pity  ˳  eung eung  :  debut single album ❪ 2016 ❫

tip-a-tap  ˳  bloom!  :  mini album ❪ 2016 ❫

palettised  ˳  salty & sweet  :  single album ❪ 2016 ❫

time loop  ˳  one more time  :  japanese debut single ❪ 2017 ❫

rose our glasses  ˳  la vie en rose  :  full album ❪ 2018 ❫

her echo  ˳  sacrifice  :  mini album ❪ 2018 ❫

black dress  ˳  black dress  :  single album ❪ 2019 ❫

labitule  ˳  tag! you're it  :  full album ❪ 2022 ❫

IB … @glasshcvse & @stcpidcupid ( header's from jessource ) !

[dykehayleywilliams]

also bought a mini label maker that I’m using to label everything with mini snoopy

[theatlasrealm]

Lloyd, Nya, and Zane vs Cole, Kai and Jay in an escape room:

Team #1:

Lloyd (the leader + idea maker ): nya you search that area and be on the lookout for map coordinates and zane can you please help me with these pots I think these designs are hinting something

also lloyd: *oni growls* at everything…

Nya (the theorizer + hint refuser): ok guys so according to my theory these coordinates should be the password to unlock the safe because the ID card numbers are proportional to the- NO LLOYD WE DONT NEED HINTS WE ARE BETTER THAN THAT.

also nya: smash smash frustration BASH

Zane (the analyzer + clue organizer): according to my database this is a long, forgotten language used by an ancient civilization decades ago. no one has ever deciphered it before. i shall translate it in a few seconds. apologies for the delay. allow me to organize the clues, I’ll section them in different categories and label them individually.

also zane : [grabs a detective hat and wears it, declares his newfound ownership over it] oh? what do you mean it’s the property of the escape room?

Team #2

Cole (the muncher+ the holy observer): guys look I found a trail of crumbs maybe if we follow it we can find something! [is staring at his own crumbs]

also cole: hmmm that painting MOVED. let’s check it out. yes it’s totally a color wheel it’s certainly hinting towards a certain art type we should investigate all the painting in that art type let’s go woo!! guys is that a THREAD of string on the floor? that’s the same fabric on the coat!!

Jay (the toucher of everything + the creative one ): what’s this what’s that hey guys check this out ew this is sticky don’t come here everyone I’m gonna touch everything

also jay: ok guys I made this mini electronical gps by myself with the limited materials we found! slay!

Kai ( secret passageway finder, the riddle solver): ooo is this a lever how about this maybe this is the lever oh man THIS IS DEFINITELY a SECRET passageway oh wait no it’s not oops sorry

also kai: so I solved all fifty riddles and found 68 secret passageways do u guys think that’s good enough?

guess which team always wins.

[blackbellybella]

I feel stupid even complaining about this but like am I the asshole here?

I don’t like gifts from my boyfriend’s family. It’s like they half ass it, if that . Gifts for the both of us are really just gifts for Rob.

I want to give them the benefit of the doubt that it’s an all boy family essentially they don’t know how to interact with younger women his mom included. I really want to believe they mean well but at this point it’s starting to feel a lil like they don’t like me

Rob’s bother went to Vegas and got Rob a bottle and a gift shop bottle opener the expensive mgm magnet and an embossed shot glass. They got me a wallet for a child.. like a unicorn lil dollar store wallet you get for a kids play set. And I said something about it to Rob like a shirt or a shot glass would have been fine what am I supposed to do with this? I can’t even use because you can’t fit anything in because it’s for a child. And as soon as I opened it, it separated from its self to where you could see the cardboard.

Christmas I got colorful socks I can’t fit and a $10 Starbucks gift card and It wasn’t like they got the gift card for me Rob’s mom got it because they messed up on an order and she knew I liked coffee. Rob got a whole cast iron camping cooking set and bottle of henny my dad also got Rob a handle of henny that year

Next Christmas they got Rob a ninja blender a pasta maker and a ninja mini oven/air fryer…. These were for the both of us, tho months prior when Rob was talking about buying the ninja mini oven and blender for himself. I suggested we wait bc we had to down size for a smaller apartment and we have absolutely no fucking room. ALSO HE COMPLAINS ABOUT HAVEING NO WORKING SPACE and he doesn’t even use the appliances we have I pointed that out. I also got him a flat top for our oven for his birthday of which he doesn’t use now. So his mom gets him everything anyway and we just had boxes on our floor till I got us the metal self. He still hasn’t used them. I use the blender bc I like salsa and rob broke my last blender. But yea those gifts were for the both of us

This Christmas, they got each other bottles. Clase azule and Jonny walker blue and black label. I got an anime figure for Rob’s favorite anime, it is sukuna and from my favorite brand of figures, however I feel like that was mostly Rob’s doing mainly bc I over heard them talking about it and directing them over the phone phone. But past that they got me a bottle of cream pineapple rum? 🤷🏾‍♀️ it’s so nasty, I can’t make anything with it every drink I’ve tried the cream curdles. The crazy think is we’ve talked about alcohols I like or that I mostly prefer wine I’ve even got Rob’s mom one of my favorite wines bc I knew she’d like it and now it’s one of her favorites. Also they got Rob a ninja wood fire grill…. We live in a fucking apartment, something I pointed out when he brought up wanting one months prior just like before. We had a plan to get a house next year. This year now. But I was like just wait till then bc we have a balcony and again no place to put it… this thing is fucking huge and surprisingly we can’t even fucking use the damn thing BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AN APARTMENT. And Rob’s been mopey about it since new years.

Like I feel bad complaining but like am I overreacting/overthinking this? My Mom gets Rob $300 every Christmas and take us out to eat and or gets him a bottle for our Christmas game night. My dad will take us out to eat or take us somewhere so we can pick out a gift that’s actually for the both of us.

But for real am I being a bitch about this? Like it’s been almost 4 years, me and your son practically share a brain cell and you haven’t picked up on any of my interests besides baking?

ALSO ADD ON: Rob literally has a folder on his phone where he takes a photo of absolutely everything Ive been interested in at any store we’ve gone to since we’ve started dating. They could have just asked him what I wanted

[netherworldpost]

Mini-Zine Idea (explicitly posted as “take this idea, make it your own”)

I want a paper zine newsletter for Netherworld Post when it launches. Both because I like paper, and zines, but also as a break away from being dictated who I can reach with social media.

Current plan: the retail price will be $1.50, free USA shipping, $1/global shipping.

It is exceptionally un-fancy in production. A single sheet of paper, printed both sides, cut in half, folded.

One half is a 4-page tiny zine, one half is a 4-page tiny newsletter about what launches the next month, company rambles, etc.

The one indulgence I'm allowing is going to be a really, really pretty envelope because the cost at the quantity I print at is $0.37 versus $0.12 (unprinted). Worth a quarter.

This will make approximately $0.20 - $0.23/profit per edition, depending on how many misprints, how many lost in the mail, etc. Scale doesn't really make the numbers go up. That isn't the point. At all.

I've talked about this before and I'll probably be talking about it again in the future (lol of course I will, I don't shut up)

In my bones and soul I can feel "we, independent makers of things, need a vehicle completely outside of social media and email spam filters."

To balance the "you are paying for an ad," the mini-zine is going to be really fun. A silly comic about Count Chocula, a fun ramble about gay mermaids, etc.

This is explicitly stated as "take this idea and make it your own."

I think a really fancy envelope is worth it, if you do not, plan b is using a laser-printed label (which is approximately $0.01 - .04/each), conceivably lowering the retail to $1.25 to possibly $1.00

netherworldpost.com is the email signup form

launch date is as early in 2023 as possible

[korrasamibottles]

I can’t figure out if Asami has a little ocd or if she’s like. The least ocd person ever. Wildly disorganized. Papers and gadgets everywhere. Thoughts

I don't know about ocd because that can manifest in a lot of different and unexpected ways unrelated to being organized BUT I actually do have a lot of weird headcanons about how organized Asami is (or isn't) depending on the situation, so THANK YOU for asking......

I think growing up with a wealthy, famous, and influential father could've given her some sort of complex about needing to look composed and competent at all times, regardless of whatever she might've been experiencing internally.

And I'm sure she was under an incredible amount of pressure to make sure Future Industries continued running successfully when she took over, and since she was a 20yo woman stepping into the shoes of a 50yo man, I think it makes sense to say that maybe she felt like she needed to appear hypercompetent or else nobody would take her seriously.

What I'm getting at here is that I like to think Asami might struggle to stay organized in the traditional sense of the word, but she doesn't want anybody to know it, and she spends a lot of energy making sure they don't.

SO:

I think the warehouses and workshops at Future Industries are the most well-organized places on the planet. Every tool has its proper place, every single item down to washers and bolts has its own bin, and everything–everything–is labelled. If the show was set some decades after the 1920s she'd be running around with one of those little portable label makers, but alas. She writes them out by hand. Her system works perfectly and everyone is encouraged to help maintain it so PLEASE put those bolt cutters back in the exact spot you found them thank you 😁 <-this is Asami feeling unhinged and smiling through it.

Her office at work looks nice and clean and organized. 50 million (labeled) folders tucked away into file cabinets that don't have a speck of dust on them. But I KNOW she has a junk drawer in her desk. Maybe even an entire junk closet where she stashes things she doesn't have a good place for because oh god a potential investor will be here in five minutes and the place is a mess since she started tinkering between meetings. She's still able to keep track of things because she has A System, but nobody else would be able wrap their head around how her system works. If anyone other than Asami opened the junk closet, I think it would look like one of those images deliberately edited to make everything in it unrecognizable:

Home is where the pattern really breaks down. To me. I think the places guests might reasonably see are neat and tidy, but her and Korra's room is a mess and they're both too busy to care. And besides what would be the point of trying to appear perfect when they've seen each other naked and heard each other fart. You know. Korra will ask if Asami's seen her hairbrush, and Asami will be like "oh yeah sorry it's on the chair by the window underneath the jacket I wore today." And so on.

Her mini home workshop is a disaster. She knows exactly where her wire cutters are when she needs them because she remembers setting them down and dumping a heap of tangled wire on top of them yesterday, but like. It doesn't look good. Nobody should ever try to "help" by rearranging things though, because then she won't be able to find anything.

TL;DR: I think she's a bit neurotic and hyperorganized at work, and around strangers/people she doesn't know well/people around whom she feels she needs to project an image of competency. But when she's at home and around people she trusts, she can let herself relax a bit and put the Perfectionism Demon down for a nap. My thots.

[krjpalmer]

MacAddict April 2005

"The Mac mini in detail" was promised by the cover of this issue. April Fool's pranks to inflict on others via their computers showed up once again; a different jape was offered by the back page's "iPod shuffle of 2006," which would make up for not having a display to show what song it was playing by including a Dymo label maker. The comment on the cover about how to "surf the web at light speed" amounted to using the text-only browser Lynx.

[dustedmagazine]

Brian Eno — FOREVERANDEVERNOMORE (UMC)

It’s only a major chord, that fundamental sonority first on the plate of every student of the Western European tradition. Luminous and warm in its somehow unfamiliar sterility, it concludes ForeverAndEverNoMore with an unambiguous moment of respite, a harnessing and dispersal of energy. The journey toward it is the point, or a series of points forming a path as  lovely as it is circuitous.

This may be Eno’s most completely integrated use of sound and lyric. Yes, the album presents endlessly human concerns ranging from the environmental crisis to the ironies of self-makers and enforced labor, but there’s so much more in play, especially in the sounds themselves.

To suggest that Brian Eno is a moment-form composer would be to gild several lilies simultaneously while still addressing a pervasive musical characteristic. Sonically, these poetic soundscapes do what his recent work does but in miniature. His are neither the sequestered moments of 1960s Stockhausen nor the elastic instants of contemporaneous AMM, though he can do both when inclined. The Ship’s titular piece achieved this synthesis, while portions of Music for Airports juxtaposed them serially.

FOREVERANDEVERNOMORE is a distillation and an evolution. Like Another Day on Earth, it gathers and telescopes facets of Eno’s flirtation with the pop world, this time in a less overtly rhythmic but timbrally diverse syntax more like that on The Ship or Reflections. Take in the swirling colors fading in and out of focus as “There Were Bells” laments its way forward, birds and accordions somehow alien in the constantly ebbing and flowing tides of cognition and recognition. Recurrent and aperiodic sound-points in “Garden of Stars” contrast with the pulses inherent to “Sherry’s modified piano timbre. A second formal consideration allows that labeling the pieces as miniatures may not even constitute the best path toward considering Eno’s gemmy utterances. Like two mini-dramas in search of each other, each half of the album ends with an instrumental, the first terrifying in its cosmic import, the second somehow both blissfully alien and endlessly human, the distorted speech floating along and gently propelling the wafting harmonies.

No formal or structural conjecture addresses the album’s calmly executed and often overwhelming viscerality. The first two tracks present both micro and macrocosm in stark juxtaposition, from the one-celled organism to the blinding sky nourishing regret-tinged golden fields even as they burn. The third and fourth pieces pull eons back, into the universe’s darkest reaches and beyond, exposing star-gate and star-child in turn in seas of drone and piercing luminosity. The album’s second half finds Eno in ballad and torch-song mode, nostalgic vapor pervading each line and fragmented reminiscence. War and youth, instants of travel immortalized and cast in shiny metal float and perch atop the intimacies of pianos in Romantic harmonic exhortation. The album is full of the small noises and cosmic visions that encapsulate life, death, microbe and universe, a tick of time, like a chord, both stark and larger than itself, establishing and destroying its boundaries. This all-in-all unity gives the album astonishing power and a uniquely familiar beauty. 

Marc Medwin