either way i like the idea of keeping all the copyright and such

Faith | 1

Originally posted by kimdaily

Chapters: [1] [2]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 3,280

Genre: Smut, fluff, will probably be some angst, but will always end up with a happy ending because that’s just how I roll.  

Notes: It’s a little-known fact that both of my brothers are hardcore rappers. Like, they have mix tapes and go to rap battles and have fans lol. I was attending one of their battles today to show support when this idea came to me. 

You were a good sister.

You weren’t going to leave before your brother even got to the stage.

You MIGHT get kicked out before then though, you thought to yourself, glaring as another random hand smacked your ass as they walked past you. 

You decided it was time to find a seat, preferably against a wall, and scanned the venue. The place was absolutely packed; the smell of weed, sweat, and God knows what else overpowering your senses. This was one of the biggest rap battles in the area, and yet they always booked places that were way too small to hold it in. Finally, you spotted a small booth in the very back, somehow free of people, and you make your way through the clouds of smoke and wandering hands. You crumble into the seat with a sigh of contentment. Perhaps your poor ass won’t bruise now.

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Pro-Tips For GMing

Or: Angus Teaches You To Be An Awesome Gamemaster

As someone who’s been playing/running RPGs and been enmeshed in the culture for the better part of a decade it’s great to see so many new people getting into the hobby thanks to streams and podcasts. As the guy who’s been the go-to gamemaster in most of my groups, I want to help demystify that role and encourage more players to step up to the plate and actually run games. Being the GM means taking on more responsibility at the table but it’s an extremely rewarding experience and much less daunting than it might appear to be.

I’ve put together this collection of my personal tips for running games. This is system-agnostic and is less to do with the nitty-gritty of actually preparing for the game. Instead, these are just some of the principles I recommend following as the GM. Keep these in mind and I guarantee your players will be back for session after session. Summarised:

Be extremely familiar with the rules.
Steal everything that isn’t nailed down.
Ask lots of questions.
Tell the truth and be informative.
Put the PCs and their related NPCs ahead of your own.
Allow the players’ actions to drive the story.
Be flexible.
Say Yes Or Roll The Dice.
Have fun.

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Credit goes to @wintermoth​ and @squirrellygirlart​ for making the wonderful gif and graphics

Please visit https://miraculousblackout.tumblr.com/ for more information

Hey guys, this is my official post declaring my participation in the Miraculous Ladybug Blackout, a two-week long protest against the rampant content theft that has occurred since the fandom has grown in the past few years. 

This protest is inclusive to everyone who has shared with us their ideas, their creations, etc etc. but no one is required to participate. It is perfectly all right if you choose not to take part in the blackout but please continue to support the fight against content theft. It’s not just art. Even fanfiction, gifs, etc. get stolen as well. 

Now I won’t be posting any new ML art for the next two weeks, but I do have something for you all that will serve hopefully as an educational but fun piece for you to read. It will be my first multi-chapter fic :)

Without further ado, here is Robbed, Chapter 1 (also found in AO3)


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anonymous asked:

Hello^^ I recently followed you and have found your account really helpful in the small time I've followed I really love it! But besides of that I've recently started to make my own tarot deck and was wondering if you have any advice or tips about this? If not you can delete this ask, it's ok; Have a lovely day/night^^

Hey there! I’m glad you like it, thank you! ^///^

There is actually a masterpost by @thecrackedamethyst​ about making your own tarot deck! Since I have never made one, the tips and stuff I would give are more based on my personal associations with tarot and how I view the cards, not by any personal experience. I can still give you some, but I do suggest looking at their posts too.

Anyway, here are some of my tips for you!

Pick a theme that you want your deck to focus around; or, if not that, a style. And, yes, there’s a difference. For example, The Welcome to Night Vale deck has a theme - all of the cards center around the podcast and characters / events within it; in comparison, the Wild Unknown deck has a style - every card may not be able to fit under one category (animals, nature, etc.), but they are unified by a matching art style and presentation. If you are interested in selling your deck to other people, be wary of copyright, but otherwise, feel free to base your deck around anything you want.

From there, it’s up to you to decide if you want to go with the “standard” tarot format, or alter it a bit. The standard tarot has 78 cards; there is the Major Arcana which contains 22 cards (the Fool being numbered as zero, going all the way to the World at 21), and the Minor Arcana with 56 cards divided into four suits (generally the suits are wands, cups, swords, and coins / pentacles). This is a good place to start for making a deck, because you can find many interpretations of the cards online - you know what they’re supposed to mean, so coming up for a theme or art for them will be easier. 

Creating your own unique cards, while fulfilling, is a bit more daunting a task. You need to figure out what card you want to add, and why. Is it not included in the standard 78 cards, or do you feel there is something that needs more flushing out? From there, you’ll need to come up with what the card represents, and how to interpret it in readings. Then comes the art.

Speaking of art, you should also figure out if you want your deck to contain more symbolism or abstract art. Think of the Rider-Waite tarot - the images on the cards do a fairly decent job at showing what the card itself means; each picture is its own story, that does its best to tell of what the card means and can be looked at as. A deck based more on symbolism won’t need to outright tell exactly what the card means; or, it can, but on a more personal level. This is where you get to experiment and really figure out what each card means to you, and try to find an image or collection of images that can capture that. 

If you went with a theme, like a TV show, you can depict characters and scenes from that theme into the cards; for example, doing an Adventure Time tarot, like I was, I had Finn the Human as the Fool standing on the edge of a cliff, with Jake included as the dog, while BMO held the rose (I tried to incorporate some of the traditional tarot meanings into the cards as well, but that was just me, you don’t need to do that).

It may take some time for you to draw the cards - it is a long and daunting process. Don’t be discouraged! Just keep drawing and coming up with ideas. I feel it is important that you like how your deck looks. I was told it was important that you like your deck’s aesthetic when you buy it, so I feel it is the same when you make it. I think the logic behind this is, it looks good to you, which helps form a personal connection with the cards, which can then make reading them easier and provide a sort of bond.

You don’t necessarily have to use pictures, either! Something I didn’t think of. You don’t need to physically draw anything. You can write poems or use phrases, make collages, painting, embroidery stuff maybe… That weird word art thing where you just write the words in different sizes and fonts to show emphasis and whatnot; I really can’t remember what’s that called and Google doesn’t help me with shit… You get the idea I hope. Anything.

If you are looking to create a deck based around a few key words or phrases, that varies vastly from the standard tarot definitions, creating an oracle deck may not be a bad idea. I was creating a sigil oracle based on quotes from Borderlands 2. 

Uh, so that’s what I can think of, I hope that helps you out a bit!

if-youre-not-a-dog-then-leave  asked:

Maybe #5 with Leonard Snart for the dialogue prompts (if you feel like it)? Thanks either way!

A/N: Thank you for checking with the idea; and no worries, thank you for sending in the request.

In the past few months Central City had got more dangerous. Metahumans roamed the streets, some causing havoc, others trying to prevent it, but all of them making a mess of the city. And now, you were standing amongst a crowd of injured, trying to keep an eye on the latest villain to attack the place, claiming that worse was to come if The Flash didn’t arrive soon.

One man, however, stood out for you. He was standing a little away from everyone else, a cold gaze shifting around the people. His teeth were gritted, and you noticed that he was holding his weight a little more on his left leg than his right. Whenever he tried to put pressure on the other leg, his face seemed to pale slightly as though he might be sick.

Rushing through the crowd you ducked under his arm before he could say anything. It wasn’t your kind of thing to randomly approach strangers in such a way, but he was injured and there was a metahuman going rogue.

‘What’re you doing?’ he asked, voice cool. He didn’t move away, instead he surveyed you slowly, as if trying to make up his mind about something. Despite his best efforts he couldn’t stop the flash of relief that passed across his face at the fact that he was no longer putting as much pressure on his leg.

‘What does it look like?’ you asked, feeling the weight of his jacket. Too heavy for the time of year. You decided against making a comment though.

‘Why are you helping me?’ he asked, sounding innocently curious.

You looked at him, brow furrowing. ‘Because there’s a mental meta over there trying to hold us hostage for The Flash. What’s the point in being uncomfortable for the duration?’

A flicker of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. ‘What makes you think I’m not the bad guy?’

You scoffed slightly at the notion. ‘I thought there was some villain network. Tinder for criminals so they didn’t always hit the same joint or whatever.’

This time the man actually laughed, a kind of chuckle that made you think that he hadn’t done that for a while. ‘There isn’t, but it might make someone rich one day.’

‘Copyrighted (Y/n),’ you said.

‘Sold by Leonard Snart,’ he said by means of an introduction.

But the name sent a shiver down your spine, and a smirk formed on his lips. Captain Cold was leaning on you for support, and you couldn’t figure out if that was worse than the looming metahuman threat or not.

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Okay so I’m doing this because people keep asking the same stuff over and over again. Please read this before asking me something. If possible, do not use the IM please I keep that thing for friend and its makes me unconfortable to speak with strangers that way. I mainly answer asks privately. Please remember that English is not my native language. I’m trying my best but I’ll still make mistakes.

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How to Improve Yandere Simulator

Not a complete list, but some suggestions. It’s a fairly long post, and not well organized at all. Pretty much a lot of ramblings.  Also as a note, I haven’t played the game for a while, so YandereDev might’ve actually fixed some of this stuff.
I’m really interested in the prospect of this game…but it could be better. Seriously.


-Create new original character models, and artwork. This will prevent people from claiming models are stolen, or going after other developers who use the same models for their projects. It seems that he does have artists doing original art for the characters on the site, so that’s good. Plus with assets from other sources, you can’t really sell the game. Vary body types more than just bust size. Make more interesting male characters, especially to make the choice of getting a rival to fall for someone else more appealing.

-Character Appearance. I’d suggest giving them different uniforms. While the seifuku (sailor style) uniform is still used in some high schools, a lot have changed to a more western styled uniform, blazers, long plaid skirts. This could be due to the popularity the sailor fuku has gotten, and could be seen as less professional. Also a lot of schools would not allow students with brightly colored hair. However, I understand that this is a video game so, I guess no change really needs to be done here.

-Clubs. The idea of the clubs is great, but when compared to actual Japanese schools, is a bit unrealistic. During their senior year, most students withdraw from clubs to focus more on preparing for college, and prepare for entrance exams. Though this isn’t all students.

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anonymous asked:

Errr so geekycomtv called you out in a post saying some bad stuff about you (he? changed his username and its under the same name that I previously mentioned; it's under "About the Copyright Drama). Man, I'm sorry that these kind of people attack you and the other fanartists. You guys don't deserve this kind of treatment from them. You guys should be profiting from the art you create, not them. Once again, I'm sorry you guys have to go through this, but I admire how strong you guys are (Part 1)


yea someone pointed it out to me the other day xD i’m not really bothered by it since he’s proven time and time again he has no idea what he’s talking about 8D [he also managed to compliment me in the notes of the post by saying i was 21 hahaha…i’m glad i pass as that young :P] 

and thanks! i think one of the best things about this fandom is how we all stick together and support one another when the jerks descend lol. but it’s also the saddest thing, because so many people are leaving the fandom thanks to art theft and jerks like this… it’s worse when the thieves are entirely unapologetic about it. i’m not sure they understand the impact it has to be used and mistreated that way ._. the lack of remorse really troubling. i wouldn’t want to know those people in real life lol

weekend is over so gonna catch up on my other asks in one go here lol

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How Margi Arts and Writes...

A small interruption in art and writing to talk about well, my art and writing.

Recently I have been feeling a little worried, and before you ask it’s not anyone’s fault, it’s just my brain going a million places at once. But I’m a little worried about my concepts and such being taken away from me. Like just, I will lose control of where the content is going or am completely unable to use the stuff that I produce the way I want to. It’s a weird situation, but I just want to make it clearer as explained below.

Normally when I work on stuff, I doodle it first. From full out inked and colored stuff, to things in the margins of my notes. And then from there expand on the idea in my own time at my own pace. 

My concern is, that if I post these doodles, people will see these concepts and take them and run with them on their own, be it for themselves or to later show me. And that’s all well and good, except it then limits me, very similar to how an author cannot read a fanfic under copyright law, if you show me an idea based off of my rough concept I feel like I cannot use it anymore. And I know this is not the case for everyone that wants to show me an idea or something, because we are all genuinely excited to share stuff and the like, but if you do a comic based on a rough idea and I was originally heading there I lose the motivation to continue because you showed me that you already went there and so now I can’t. 

But here’s what I’m going to say: If I write in a post that the doodles are “just concepts I’m throwing around”, please wait until I’ve sorted myself out and either do an info post or fic or something regarding the concept. That way I can explore ideas and still share the art… 

If I continue to feel this way though… The only option I can see in the future is to not post content that is concept based. Just so that I feel like I can share these ideas with you all. Cause I do want to! It’s just I don’t want anyone’s feelings hurt. ;w;

It comes down basically to what the concept entails too. So if the concept is Henry and Bendy go to the zoo and bendy gets lost, there are hundreds of ways to write or draw that, feel free to play with it and do your own thing. But if the concept is something specific, such as Henry is now a literal ink monster, let me sort out my thoughts and stuff. Especially if it’s a brand new idea that I’m toying with, I’m talking it hasn’t even been a week yet brand new, and even then, please let me say I’m okay with others expanding on the ideas before going ahead and doing things. I am now going back into school and will have way less time to dedicate to art and writing (not that I won’t, it’s just gonna be way more spaced out now) and so things I want to do will be on the back burner for a while.

tl;dr: Margi doodles then writes or expands on the idea, and in order for her to keep posting and feel okay with it if something she’s posted has “concept” or “idea” in the description/tags please don’t play with it until I give the okay. Thank you!

anonymous asked:

How exactly does market anarchy work???

If you’re expecting me to blueprint an entire anarchist society, you’ll have to look elsewhere. But I can try to sketch something out.

The abolition of government, among many other things, means the abolition of a centralized currency. We can probably see communities adopt different currencies according to local conditions. Soft currencies for simple transactions, hard currencies for more intensive projects, like public works. We saw something kind of similar in Revolutionary Spain, where different communes adopted local coins and vouchers and whatnot.

Depending on which market anarchist you ask, they’ll either envision a market where everybody’s more or less an individual contractor (i.e. Benjamin Tucker) or you’ll see more of a tendency toward cooperatives (Clarance Lee Swartz, Kevin Carson, etc). These things vary. I like cooperatives a lot and if I were to become a market anarchist, that would be my preference.

Wage labor wouldn’t be abolished per se, but wage labor at the service of a boss would be discouraged or outright abandoned. Benjamin Tucker’s critique of the anarchist communists sheds light here:

If the men who oppose wages — that is, the purchase and sale of labor — were capable of analyzing their thought and feelings, they would see that what really excites their anger is not the fact that labor is bought and sold, but the fact that one class of men are dependent for their living upon the sale of their labor, while another class of men are relieved of the necessity of labor by being legally privileged to sell something that is not labor, and that, but for the privilege, would be enjoyed by all gratuitously. And to such a state of things I am as much opposed as any one. But the minute you remove privilege, the class that now enjoy it will be forced to sell their labor, and then, when there will be nothing but labor with which to buy labor, the distinction between wage-payers and wage-receivers will be wiped out, and every man will be a laborer exchanging with fellow-laborers. Not to abolish wages, but to make every man dependent upon wages and secure to every man his whole wages is the aim of Anarchistic Socialism.

If we apply mutualist property norms (occupancy and use), absentee ownership over things would largely disappear. Circulation would take the place of accumulation. I used this example earlier, but a landlord accumulating a bunch of rental properties would be nigh-impossible in market anarchy, because society can’t sanction it, and because individuals will not respect their claim. The landlord could impose their claim by force, and I imagine liberty-loving people will chase the bastard out of town.

I also think market anarchy, like any other form of anarchy, will involve radical decentralization of the economy as a whole. You see this emphasized a lot by Kevin Carson, and even by ancoms like Peter Kropotkin and Colin Ward. New technologies like 3D printing can allow individuals and groups to build things for local markets without the trouble of driving to a factory somewhere else. This can not only keep costs down, as transportation won’t be as big an issue, but it can also be much easier on the environment.

The abolition of intellectual property (copyrights, trademarks, and all that other bullshit) also means that ideas aren’t monopolized in the hands of individuals or corporations. One of the crucial points of property is to establish norms vis-a-vis scarce resources. Ideas are not scarce resources, and IP can easily be the most authoritarian of property rights if we keep it around. Without IP, people can reproduce machines and stuff themselves without worrying about laws or authoritarian personalities getting in the way. This allows the benefits of whatever we’re reproducing to be shared by society as a whole, for the benefit of everyone. Ironically, it’s a proposal you’d expect to see from the communists, but it’s adopted by pretty much every radical (even some of the anti-state capitalists). Which holds promise for an anarchy that accepts no adjectives, but that’s beside the point.

In short:

  • We can expect folks to contract and trade with one another as equals, whether it’s through purely individual transactions or in associated labor. 
  • We can expect the costs of goods and services to drop, as industry is decentralized and profit is socialized.
  • We can expect much greater circulation of resources as incentives shift from capitalist to anarchist norms.
  • We can expect, in general, much more robust and egalitarian property norms.
  • We can expect rent to play a much smaller role, and landlordism to disappear entirely. 

If @hook-line-and-anarchy and @un—man have anything to add or critique here, feel free to do so. I ain’t an expert.

Hole in the Fence (Coldwave with goats) - 3

Fic: Hole in the Fence (ao3 link) - chapter ¾
Fandom: Flash, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow
Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Mick Rory’s life was changed forever by the fire he didn’t escape.

(in which Mick Rory retires, raises goats, and saves the world more than a few times)


“So, did it work?” Mick asks when Len swans in. “I assume since you’re here and not in a secret prison somewhere, it couldn’t have gone that badly.”

“That was a delight,” Len says. He’s beaming like a maniac.

Mick shakes his head in amusement. It’s been a while since he’s seen Len all jumped-up on adrenaline and loving every last second; Len’s heists have tended more towards cautious and controlled recently. This, though, this is classic Len: running on the very edge of danger with a smirk plastered on his face and his heart singing.

It’s good to see.

“So, anyway, I lured him out, no problem,” Len says, throwing himself down on the couch next to Mick, utterly ignoring the papers Mick had been perusing a few minutes earlier. He just did a thing; now he tells Mick about it. It’s a system - their system - and it works. “No, that’s not right; it was a problem. First he didn’t show up to the first time I set something up – the car job thing I told you about –”

“Yes,” Mick says dryly. “I know. You called me right after and complained about it for way too long.”

“Four minutes, twenty seconds!”

“As I said: way too long.”

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I’m so terribly sorry this is late!! This time of the year is always busy, you know? I just got side-tracked. Here is my (late) gift for @dineshgilfoyle for the Silicone Valley Winter Gift Exchange! Thanks to @carrot-gallery for setting it up!

So here you go, Len! Hope you enjoy!


Dinesh wanted to stay. He really, really wanted to stay. But that wasn’t what they did after they were together. Gilfoyle wasn’t really the type to want to cuddle after sex. Dinesh was, though. Sex was totally great and everything, but he missed the good old fashioned feeling of cuddling up to someone at night. It was secretly one of his favourite things, though admitting that would probably lead to a never ending cycle of teasing that he didn’t want to deal with.

“See you tomorrow.” Gilfoyle said in his never changing monotone as Dinesh got up to leave.
“Uh, yeah. Bye.” He replied awkwardly, not really sure how to navigate this not-really-a-relationship-but-also-kinda-a-relationship-but-not-really. He wished he knew how to ask for what he wanted here, but he honestly had no clue on how to approach it.


Without any warning, Richard walked out of his room one morning with a bunch of wrapped presents. He silently handed them all a package each, then just stood there awkwardly wringing his hands.
“I, uh, I know not all of you do Christmas, and we haven’t really done anything the last few years, but my parents always taught me that the holidays were more about, uh, spreading joy to, uh, the uh, the people you… care about, or, yeah. That’s what I mean, not going back on that. Things haven’t… been very joyful. Things have been really shit, actually, super shit, and I kinda missed assigning presents. So, happy holiday of your choice.”

Richard slumped down into his seat with a blush once he finished stuttering through his speech. Jared was beaming, already carefully pulling at the tape, Bighead was just ripping at it like a kid, and Gilfoyle was eyeing his with curiosity. With a glance back at Richard, he started tearing at his own paper, only to stop when Bighead let out a wild “Yes!” and jumped up to hug Richard tightly.
“I’ve been looking for this for ages! How’d you know?!”
“Every time you see a pop vinyl in the shops or advertised online you go: ‘Oh man, I’d love to have the sharknado pop figure’, Bighead.”
“Oh, yeah. And you got me the first three movies, we’re so doing a marathon.”

Jared let out a happy little gasp, a bundle of bird documentaries and new knitting needles now sitting on his desk.
“Oh, Richard, thank you! I haven’t been able to find this series in years, and you remembered what I said about my needles! This is wonderful, thank you so much.” Jared gushed enthusiastically. Richard was turning darker and darker shades of red, mumbling off the thanks and staring down at his lap.

“What the fuck.” Gilfoyle said, interrupting Jared’s continued thanks. He levelled Richard with a look of shock, his eyes slightly wider than normal.
“This is a first edition of my fav- a very good book. First of all, how do you know this is a good book and how the hell did you get your hands on a first edition?” He asked, voice rather sharp.
“You, uh, mentioned it once when you were drunk. Really drunk. Someone said something and you asked then if they were quoting it, they said no, and then you got pissed off at them for not even knowing what the book was.” Richard explained, only glancing towards Gilfoyle once, still mostly staring at his lap.

Dinesh remembered that night. He was the one who had accidentally quoted the book, and it led to him and Gilfoyle having sex for the first time. To him leaving after for the first time. The night that had been his downfall in terms of him falling in love with his best friend, without that night, he wouldn’t be in this situation. Getting sex regularly, while simultaneously being touch starved and in love with someone who didn’t love him back.

Shaking those thoughts away, he opened up his own present, confused by the printed out google maps page at first, but noticing the book underneath. It was a cookbook, written in Urdu, and directions to a marketplace that was open every weekend with Middle East and Asian stores. Dinesh knew the conversation that led to this present, the way he complained that ‘Middle Eastern’ take out never compared to his mothers cooking, but he only knew the spices in Urdu, his mother never shared the full recipe anyway. He hadn’t thought Richard had been listening, he’d been typing away at his computer, humming slightly in a seemingly fake reply every time he paused.

Before he could get over the shock and thank the man, he was pulled out of his seat by a surprisingly strong grip. Bighead dragged himself and Gilfoyle around the table and piled them onto Richard, then took Jared’s hand and pulled him into the group too. Now they were all just standing there, hugging, and normally he would just pull away and make some joke about not being gay, but it felt so fucking nice. Dinesh wanted this, some freedom from his starvation for just a little while. To his surprise, Gilfoyle didn’t pull away either, and it was Richard who did first, his mind and body taken all the physical affectation he could handle at the moment (and if Dinesh stayed under Gilfoyle’s arm a moment or two longer, that was no one’s business).

Dinesh had forgotten that Richard was a good guy, that he’d just been twisted by this cruel and unforgiving town into what he was now. At heart, Richard was a good guy, even if he was a bit of a genius idiot. But this, putting thought and dedication into getting something each of his friends would enjoy just for the sake of it? That was the Richard that wanted a music search engine so people couldn’t claim copyright on new music by new artists. That was the real, untwisted Richard. It was a shame what this place and these people had done to him.


Dinesh hadn’t worked in a kitchen for several years now, but it was simple enough to recreate his mother’s actions once he knew where everything was (with only a little bit of guidance from Jared). The pre loved Urdu cookbook had handwritten suggestions and extra recipes scribbled in and Dinesh adored it. Gilfoyle walked in just as he was ready to plate up, and he smiled over at him.
“You want to join me?” He invited easily, already serving up two plates. Gilfoyle stabbed a fork into a piece of food and tried it, then shrugged and sat down at the bench.

They ate in silence for a while, then Gilfoyle started up a conversation about work. Their usual back and forth banter felt slightly different, less biting more… familiar. The words were the same, but the tone was gentler. Bighead interrupted them, looking sheepish about it, grabbing a few drinks from the fridge.
“Jay and I are gonna take Richie out back, try and get him to destress a bit. You’re welcome to join us, or if you’d rather not, I’ll try and keep everyone out there for a while so you can… do whatever you want.” He smiled, grabbing some extra drinks before heading for the backyard.

Dinesh and Gilfoyle both blinked, glancing towards each other as Bighead left, Dinesh feeling his cheeks heat up.
“How can he be so smart and yet so stupid at the same time?” Gilfoyle pondered aloud, finishing off the last of the meal before standing to grab a drink.
“Want to head out there? Winding down doesn’t sound like a half bad idea.”
“Sure.” Dinesh nodded, deliberately not touching the other man as he grabbed his own drink and followed him outside.

Richard was leaning against Jared’s shoulder, Bighead on Richard’s other side gently rubbing his arm, the three of them leaning against the burnt remains of the palapa. Jared gave them a smile and a wave, and Dinesh did his best to swallow an emotional wave of want and jealously. A hand grabbed his shoulder, making him look up in confusion at Gilfoyle who didn’t respond, just quietly led him over to where the others were sitting.

They were so close. Sides touching from shoulder to knee, still just far enough apart that if they got any closer only then would it feel deliberate. It was slowly killing Dinesh, so close to having what he wanted, but still so terribly far away from it all. His only small comfort was knowing he wasn’t the only one, both Bighead and Jared staring at the man between them the same way he privately looked at Gilfoyle while Richard remained oblivious to them both. They all sat drinking together in silence, a comfortable silence where they all simply lived in the moment instead of trying to make a moment happen.


When it started getting too cold outside (it was December), they piled into the house. Jared started making cocoa for them all, Bighead setting up a movie while they set themselves up on different chairs. Gilfoyle placed himself on the two-seater, looking up at Dinesh for a moment before gesturing to join him. Dinesh glanced back at the other three, but they were wrapped up in themselves, so he sat.

They started off the same way they’d been in the backyard, just far away enough for it to not be weird. Then Gilfoyle shifted to put his cup down, and when he moved back, he was closer to Dinesh. His skin tingled with warmth where he was pressed against Gilfoyle, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest he was sure the others must hear it. Instead of mentioning it though, Richard just fell asleep on Bighead’s shoulder, Jared’s arms around his waist.

An explosion happened onscreen, shocking Dinesh out of his head and further into Gilfoyle. The bearded man chuckled while Dinesh sighed.
“Didn’t think you could scare so easily.” Gilfoyle teased, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Dinesh froze for a moment, but relaxed into the embrace.
“I just wasn’t paying attention.” He replied, trying to let a hint of annoyance show through even though he wasn’t really.
“I’m well aware of how oblivious you are.” Gilfoyle muttered, in such a way Dinesh didn’t think he was meant to hear. It could be dealt with later.


Dinesh moaned into Gilfoyle’s mouth, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, every part of them itching to get closer together. When they pulled apart for air, and for Gilfoyle to take his shirt off, Dinesh thought for some reason this was the perfect time to bring up that comment.
“What did you mean about me being oblivious?” He asked, then instantly regretted it. Gilfoyle stopped, Dinesh’s shirt still in his hands as he stared for a few moments before dropping it with a sigh.

“It means I’ve been wanting you to stay for months, but by the time I go to ask, you’re already mostly dressed again so I don’t.” Gilfoyle said bluntly, a very light dusting of red colouring his cheeks.
“Holy shit.” Dinesh whispered, blinking rapidly as he tried to process what he’d just heard.
“I was just going to leave it. Friends with benefits was fine. But then you kept hugging me the other day, you made me dinner tonight, saw the way you kept looking at the other three hugging. It clicked for me, that it hadn’t clicked for you. Like I said, I was going to leave it, but you asked, so here I am.”

Dinesh kept staring for a while, before pulling Gilfoyle in and kissing him. It was different than all their other kisses so far, slow and meaningful, filled with emotions other than lust. His desire to be touched being fed steadily as Gilfoyle wrapped his arms around his waist, his own hands cupping the man’s face, his beard soft of his palms. Gilfoyle didn’t pull away like he was expecting him too, didn’t push him away, didn’t act weirded or grossed out, or any of the things that Dinesh had always thought he would do if he ever did this. He was pressing back just as eagerly, just as wanting, just as much emotion as himself.

They both smiled as they pulled apart, just enough to draw in air and not a bit further.
“Okay, so maybe you might have a point about me being just the slightest bit oblivious. Only a little bit. I’m still way smarter than you.” He said, the breathiness of his voice and the grin on his face ruining the effect. Gilfoyle kissed him again, just a peck on the lips, before tugging him by his belt loops to the bed.


Dinesh rested his head on Gilfoyle’s shoulder, sleepy and satisfied. His satisfaction increased as warm arms wrapped around him, a large hand gently rubbing his back.
“This is nice.” He mumbled into freckly skin, feeling the taller man’s chest rumble under him as he hummed.
“Yeah. Wanna do it more often?”

Q&A with Simon Rose of Libidex

1)  Can you provide a short bio of your background in fashion?

I am Simon Rose, Libidex owner and creative director and co-founder. I have a Psychology degree from Lancaster University. I am an avid reader, world traveler and latex fashion trendsetter.

2)  How did you discover latex as a material to use in fashion?  Did you have a personal interest in wearing latex or what it just a material that you found interesting?

I grew up in a military family and from birth I was surrounded by uniforms, rubberized chemical warfare suits and gas masks (one of my favorite toys).  From there I discovered Atomage and early Skin Two magazine and everything fell into place.

3)   At what point did you decide to take your personal interest in latex and transition it to a vocation?

In 1994 I was working with English latex designer pioneer Helen Saffery at Libidex in London. The label was still in its infancy and earlier on I spotted a huge opportunity to take Libidex to the next level making it the fetish powerhouse that it is today.  

My inspiration came from the idea of offering customers, both fetish and fashion latex clothes in one place.

4)  A business has a number of things that one must deal with that sometimes dim one’s passion.  You have rent, insurance, utilities, materials, employee salaries etc.  Is the market for latex adequate to balance the pressures of business?  What end of the market absorbs more time - the celebrity couture or the consumer market? How do you balance your passion for creativity with the need to be profitable?

Most certainly the consumer market.Celebrity endorsement doesn’t pay our bills in fact we turn away quite a few celebrity requests, from stylists, photographers etc. We just make sure we design popular items that are also creative, fresh and new.

5)  Latex can be described as a “Fetish,” a “kink,” “Alternative fashion” or simply “fashion” Do you prefer one description over another?

Whatever name people are comfortable with. I like Fetish better. Because that is what it is after all.

6)  It seems many latex outfits are designed to be body hugging.  I’ve heard latex referred to as a “Second Skin.”  Do you agree that latex should be used for tight outfits or does it lend itself to “loose” outfits? If it’s a “second skin” does it mean it needs to be worn without “undergarments”?  Does that intimidate people from wearing it?

Not necessarily as many designs in our range are loose fitting. For example, our Swing Circle Skirt or Rebelle Dress as well as our Pyjamas to name but a few. Not everyone like to be squeezed in on tight latex.

There are no rules and if there are, I live by the motto the rules are only there to be broken. If you feel freer wearing your latex with nothing underneath that is your own personal choice. The Scottish have done that for centuries. But if you prefer to have pants and bras under your latex garment and that makes you feel good, go for it!

7)  In your experience, how concerned are people concerned about body image when considering fashion choices.  Does latex, as a material, help or hinder these decisions?

Do you feel latex tend to express one’s body with honesty as if is was no different than a “second skin” or is it more of a fashionable type of shapewear that fixes a person’s perceived “flaws.”

We have customer of all sizes and we cater for them offering a size range that goes from XXS to 6XL so you will always find something that will suit you. Everyone is different and some people prefer tight fitting catsuits and corsets and other want to be able to breath and be comfortable while wearing latex, so they should do whatever they feel the most comfortable with. Some people wear it for fetish and some for Fashion

8)  How do you find the market for latex wear distributed between men, women, cross-dressers (men or women), celebrity couture?

We probably sell a bit more for our male customers, but women buy a lot from us too as do the transgender community. We cater for everyone.

9)  What is your favorite piece of latex that you’ve created in your career for a man and for a woman?

Ummm that’s a hard one but one my most fun was My Black Betty catsuit which is for all sexes and trans.

10)  People can state that they don’t like latex because of the smell, or   because the material doesn’t breathe and they sweat to much, or because it’s too tight or it makes them look like they’re selling sex.   How do you address those concerns?

Latex is like marmite you either love or hate it. You can be converted into it by a loved one or a friend but mostly it like a fire that burns you up inside, an uncontrollable desire to dress head to toe in shiny latex.

11) What is your design philosophy?  What drives your creativity?

I have many different sources of inspiration, from classic literature, to films, music, art, period costumes, contemporary fashion.  The fetish scene in Europe and its many clubs and events is an endless font of inspiration. Seeing what people are wearing is a fun and fabulous way to come up with new designs and ideas.

12)  Less or More?  Do you prefer designing a latex outfit which is more on the revealing side or leaning towards full coverage.

It depends of the occasion, what collection I am working on. More is definitely more.

11) How do you feel is the best way to integrate latex into an everyday   “public” outfit.  How would you mix it with other materials?

Latex leggings can be beautifully paired with jackets, or a latex skirt with fabric blouse.  Guys can have a classic latex jenas in some funky colour with a cotton T-shirt.

12) What are your goals for your future in latex design?

To keep bringing, affordable,  exciting and innovative collections to our customers.

13)  What is your favorite part of being a latex fashion designer?

Designing new collections. The research process is very exciting.

14)  What is your “Blue Sky” accomplishment to achieve in the world of latex clothing or fashion in general?

From gluing my first suspender belt in 1990 to the present day, Libidex has had to overcome a huge number of challenges and obstacles. Every collection photographed and each of our fashion shows are always memorable moments. The fact that we are still here, bigger and better and appreciated by rubberists the world over, over 25 years later is what gets me out of bed with a smile on my face.

15)  President Franklin D. Roosevelt stated that “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.”  People tend to be fearful of things that are different.  They express that fear thru aggressive or  demeaning behavior towards others to express that their position is superior.  Even without external pressure, a person can be fearful due to internal thoughts over how people will react.

This brings us to fashion.  You can say the more different something is from the norm, the more people will react negatively.

Do you agree with this?  Is latex “too different” from what is accepted fashion to be common place.  How much more extreme is it than wearing leather?  Women often wear leather to corporate jobs.  Is latex that   much more extreme?  Is men’s latex wear more “extreme” than women’s wear?

What do you say to someone who deep down would want to wear latex in Public settings?

This is 2017 and latex fashion is everywhere, Pop videos, TV, commercials, youtube, Instagram, social media have done wonders to remove the stigma associated to latex. And it all depends how you present it. Of course if you turn up in full Dominatrix gear you will raise the wrong kind of attention but if you wear something more fashion orientated, you could be fine even at your work place. Society is changing and so is people’s perception of latex wear.

No I don’t think men’s wear is more extreme than women’s at all.

Go for it, start with something bright and colourful, mix it up with something quirky and you will be fine.

16)  Women’s clothing seems to have such variety.  Can men’s latex be as interesting?  What are your thoughts on men’s latex fashion?

Yes 100% men clothes can be exciting, varied and colourful.  The new Male fashion collection we are working on at the moment is a testament of that.

17) You have expanded your line greatly.  What drives the expansion?

Demand, our customers always want new styles and designs and as long as there is interest from them we will be more than willing to oblige.

All photos are copyright of Libidex Ltd.

anonymous asked:

hi Grey! so i have an idea that i've been slowly developing. it started out as a Warriors AU but as i work on it, it's started to move away from Warriors and further into an original idea. i'm working on a naming system now (gonna make a conlang too) but i'm a bit hesitant b/c i fear if i ever try and publish this down the road, ppl might think it's a copy of Warriors. any words of advice u could give?

Hello, Ruddles! I think I do have some advice for this situation. (It’s going to get long, sorry).

First of all, congratulations on starting your original work! That’s very exciting. Many renowned writers have written in response to preexisting stories–possibly you’re familiar with Tolkien’s frustrations with Macbeth, which surfaces in his writing through Eowyn and the ents! In fact, Tolkien drew on many, many sources of folklore and literature when creating his world and story, so you know you’re in good company.

Which brings me to my first piece of advice: you are in danger of copying if you limit yourself to only one source. No creator creates in a vacuum. Most, if not all, creators are consumers and lovers of other people’s creations, and that’s okay! That’s part of how we weave rich tapestries. Storytelling is always a social act, and sharing and transforming and reworking and re-imagining all ties into that. However, if you take your inspiration from only one source, it’s going to dominate your work. That’s when you hit problems.

The solution is fairly simple: borrow from many places! If you borrow from one place, you’re a hack and a copycat; if you borrow from dozens, you’re just being a normal writer. I’m not suggesting you steal from other works, of course, because that won’t solve your problem and is also a pretty rotten thing to do. What I’m saying is, if you’re feeling your work is too similar to Warriors still and you suspect your readers would also feel that way, that’s a sign that your own reading and creative life needs more fuel! You need to put more into yourself, find more things you love, more passions, more things you really want to write about, more things that make you angry, so that these things–and not just Warriors, Warriors, Warriors–will come through in your writing.

Tolkien spoke of a concept he called “the cauldron of story,” which you can read about in his ‘On Fairy Stories’ essay, and I find the idea deeply useful to think about in this context. The way I see it is that you (and I, and everyone who creates) have a personal cauldron that you fill up with everything–whatever you can get your hands on, whatever you love, whatever you hate–and it boils and boils away until you’re left with the core ideas that really matter to you, the things that fascinate you. It’s a process of distillation, basically, where the first stage is consuming media. The more you put in, the richer the broth will be and the more chance you’ll have of finding the ingredients (for lack of a better word) that you love best.

So if your work is only drawing from Warriors, that’s probably a good time to sit back and do a couple of things. The first thing is ask yourself if you know why you want to write an original work, not a Warriors fanfiction, and try to figure out what is unique about your story. Capitalise on the uniqueness of you, your writing style, your experiences, and your perspective! What can you bring to this story idea that no-one else can? That’s important to keep in mind and might help you find the heart of your story and your personal strengths, which, once recognised, you can use consciously to full effect.

Another thing, especially if you’re concerned that your story is too similar, is to ask if you’ve given yourself enough raw material to have great creative thoughts yet. If you’re feeling starved of fresh ideas, that probably means your cauldron needs more put in it! I’m not sure I believe in “writer’s block,” but I definitely believe that a body needs food in order to function, and our creative brains are no different. Take some time away from writing, fill up your cauldron, let it bubble, and then come back. I imagine you will find there is so much more you want to put into your story, and doing so will really help you build your own discrete idea and style away from Warriors.

(I genuinely believe that one of the best ways to avoid copying another writer too much is to be excited by a plethora of writers, concepts, styles, so on, so that they water each other down into a nice soup in your work, a basic subtle broth upon which you then do your unique thing. I’ve also found that things you don’t like tend to be the most motivating reading material: they’re inspirational, in that I spend the whole time I’m reading going, “This is rubbish, they’re doing it all wrong, I could do better than this… I should write my version,” and inspire myself to act out of sheer exasperation. If you want something done right, and all that).

Telling a story about groups of cats might make people who’re familiar with Warriors see similarities between your work and Erin Hunter’s, especially since you’ve been influenced by the series. This isn’t a disaster, though! People might also associate your work with Tailchaser’s Song or Catwings or The Books of the Named, as well as animal fiction more broadly, such as Watership Down, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and Redwall. You can’t control this association but you also don’t need to worry it too much. “Originality” is a fairly new concept in literature (introduced largely because of copyright and IP infringement laws) and it’s not singular unlike how people make it out to be, because what matters isn’t just the story you’re telling–it’s how you’re telling that story. Originality isn’t one idea that you either do or do not have: it’s created through the enormous compilation of so many “unoriginal” ideas, piled into one story together, words all put together in the way that only you can do. (Stories are original the way people are unique).

An example of what I mean is really clear when you compare Temeraire, Dragonriders of Pern, Eragon, and How To Train Your Dragon (film). These are all texts that are defined by dragon-riding but they each handle the material in their own way. Temeraire is a fantasy twist on history. Dragonriders of Pern is a science fiction twist on fantasy. How To Train Your Dragon is a goofy fantasy coming-of-age story about an outcast’s epiphanic discoveries of self and society, plus also there’s a cute dragon. Eragon is… whatever it is, I honestly don’t know. Point is, they’re all “people ride dragons” stories, but that shared concept doesn’t diminish their individuality. And they haven’t exhausted the concept either: there are so many other dragon-rider stories waiting to be told.

“Boy meets girl” describes millions of stories. “Chosen one saves the world” also describes millions of stories. Nevertheless, Romeo and Juliet remains a beloved classic, and Harry Potter has been an international phenomenon. “Cats live in a community” is the same. As long as you are telling your story, not copying Erin Hunter’s, I can’t imagine you’re going to have trouble when it comes to originality.

I hope this advice-slash-whatever this turned into is helpful to you, Ruddles. Good luck with your writing!

Not feeling the twin? Here’s why.

Since the beginning of 2017 it feels like the speed of life was halted. It pretty much reminds me of driving a car and slowing down before taking a turn, since the car didn’t stop completely. There are many planets which are turning direct from a retrograde move, to start with Mercury today, January 8th. This may also influence the way how we feel.

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What happens when Max, a Superhero of Chicago, is claimed dead. His death was staged by the infamous Ohmwrecker, a well known villain of the area, when he ends up almost kills the man during a fight. Unable to let him die, he goes off the radar with him to be his slave.

[This is a warning in advance: This fic is going to contain very mature content. Warnings ahead contain: Heavy BDSM, torture, boy on boy sex, mentions of rape and drugs, kidnapping, slavery, lot of blood and other themes that may not be suitable for younger audiences. You have been warned. Viewer digression is advised.]


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Hot Dogs

Most ideas aren’t that good. They’re not precious flowers sprung from divine inspiration, and unless you’re extremely lucky—or perhaps extremely unlucky—your life is probably not a rich, thrilling tale for the ages, an endless fount of inspiration from which to draw your stories.

If you’re anything like me, or the vast majority of other creators I know, your ideas are more like hot dogs. They’re made by taking a bunch of meaty bits from other things that you love and mashing them all up into a sort of paste which is squeezed through a tube to form what looks like an autonomous idea. A hot dog. How you dress that hot dog up, how you cook it and prepare it, that comes with practice—and undoubtedly some hot dogs are better than others, but let’s not kid ourselves—at the end of the day, most of us, save for the rare, once-in-a-generation geniuses, are making hot dogs.

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Through The Viewfinder

A/N: This idea popped into my head today when I saw these really high quality, most likely professional, photos of Dan and Phil at SITC (x), and I thought…shit…I have to write this now. I hope you enjoy it!

Title: Through The Viewfinder.

Genre: Romance/Fluff/AU

Description: Phil, a freelance photographer, is hired by Summer In The City to document the on-stage events, and there’s one guy he keeps spotting through the viewfinder that he can’t stop taking photos of. Dan.

Word Count: 3200 (wow)

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#40 Summer of 2017 (Harry Styles)

It was the Summer of 2017. Harry and Ember hadn’t seen each other for three years. Ember didn’t plan to see him either. Not after what he had done to her, but what she didn’t know was that Harry had been trying to locate her. He had spent six months, but no one told him about her because Ember had asked them not to. She didn’t want anything to do with the Harry Styles. He had done enough to end everything between them, and she was finally, getting better. But, the commitment which Ember lost, seeped into Harry and he held on to the thread that attached him to her, trying to strengthen it. He just had to find her. But, when he did, he had not planned to… 

Alexa wanted the book. She wanted it desperately, and she had planned to check all the bookstores present in this small town regardless if Harry planned to accompany her or not. They were out with all their friends with all their friends together, and Harry had made fun of her mention in her ex-boyfriend’s book and, she wanted it. 

Harry had no choice, but to follow her. The second option was climbing the mountain and, he had that planned for the next few days. He had all the excursions, limited as they were, spaced out in the time, he was going to spend here. Doing everything in one day would mean boredom for the next days and, he couldn’t afford that. 

It was the fourth bookstore and the last one here, they had checked out that morning, and it was almost 1 pm now. It was a bigger store than the other ones in the town and, extremely pleasing to the eye. They could hear a guitar playing inside and a guy, and a girl singing some an old ABBA song. They entered the store, Alexa, a little jumpy now, while Harry shook his head and followed her. 

The music got louder, as they sung in an empty bookstore. It was obvious since the population of this town was not a lot. He didn’t want to stop them and, he pulled her into looking the book herself until they finished the song. She had a beautiful voice, a voice he remembered which warmed his heart. But, he didn’t want to think about that. All his efforts had gone to hell and were leading nowhere. 

Alexa started smiling finally, but it was because of the song and not the book, “they are pretty good, aren’t they?” she whispered to him, and he nodded. Harry wondered why the girl wasn’t singing anymore when he heard footsteps. 

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked, and his hand’s stopped. He couldn’t turn. He couldn’t believe it was her voice, and if he turned around and if it wasn’t, he would cry because it was her voice to him. 

“Oh, you guys were singing beautifully! I’m sorry you stopped!” Alexa apologised, and Harry wondered if they should, as customers. 

“Oh, no worries! We only sing on Thursdays, because the owner isn’t here. Friday’s are silent if you plan to sit and read, here. It makes a beautiful place, but it’s singing Thursday today,” She giggled and, Harry knew it was her. He closed his eyes and turned his head to look at her. 

He started with her shoes, she was in flats. Harry knew her like the back of his hand, and his eyes traced up to her legs and that, white dress she was wearing and her hair, black hair, in curls like he remembered, longer than he remembered and, to her lips, her nose, her eyes, it was Ember. His eyes widened to see how she had matured. He body seemed tighter now, fuller even, her lips were a bit plumper and her eyes held the same sparkle they had held in his dreams before they faded away as she saw him. 

In her head, Ember did the same thing. She had seen his pictured online. It was hard not to see him. With his famous haircut and photoshoot and movie debut, he was everywhere. But, her heart beat faster as he stood a few metred away from her. She hadn’t practised her look of seeing him again. She wasn’t prepared to see him again. And he wasn’t either. 

“It’s no problem! You guys are amazing! This town is so small, it’s just lovely hearing some young voices. All we have seen is old or married people everywhere and none our age!” Alexa laughed. Had she forgotten about her book, Harry wondered. His eyes never left her face. He could do so many things now. He had thought about all instances, but none led him to an interaction in a bookstore.

“Ember? Can you handle another Lobo song? I feel it today!” The guy walked up to them, and “oh, oh, umm oh my god. It’s you,” He looked at Harry and, then at Ember. He knew about them. “Hi!” He shook Alexa’s hand. How can I help you?” He smiled, trying to distract her from the way Ember and Harry were staring at each other. “I’ll handle this, why don’t you keep my guitar back?” 

Ember snapped out, and nodded, taking it away from his hand and walking towards the counter. She heard Alexa and Miles interact, as she took deep breaths in. “You’re okay?” Miles came and held her, as she took deep breaths in, trying not to show it on her face and stopping all the tears from coming out. 

“I am okay, I am okay, I am okay. He doesn’t affect me, he doesn’t affect me, he doesn’t affect me.” She chanted as Miles rubbed her shoulders. Harry had not moved from his position. 

“What are you doing there? Come, he said he’s looking for the book!” Alexa pulled him, and he snapped out.  

“Here’s the book, you want to give it?” Miles asked her. Ember nodded, finally controlling herself and giving a big smile, as she took on another role.

“Oh love, we do have the book, but it’s the one in hardcover. The paperback is available too, but we don’t have it,” she apologised to Alexa who stood at the counter. She could feel Harry’s gaze on her, but she completely ignored it. 

Harry was thinking of what he could say. Nothing seemed enough. She wasn’t even looking at him anymore. A ‘hi’ would do? Not after what he did, a ‘hi’ wouldn’t do anything. 

“The hardcover will do! I just really want the book! Searched the entire town for it!” Alexa assured and paid the bill. 

“There you go!” Ember handed the packet to her. Should she anything? No. She had nothing to say. 

“You guys should give me a kiss each as payment!” A voice announced, and all of them turned to look at the door. Percy walked in with packets of food and, Ember and Miles ran to help him. They looked inside the packet, and both kissed his cheek at once. “I wasn’t serious!” Percy wiped his cheeks. Alexa swooned looking at him. He was beautiful, the most handsome man, Alexa had ever seen.

Percy stopped as he took her in. He knew who she was, but she was looking incredibly pretty standing in front of him, “Hello,” He smiled. Ember knew the attraction that instant. She smiled and bit her lip. Harry knew that reaction by Ember. Percy’s eyes shifted to Harry, and he cursed, “Are you okay?” He asked Ember. He knew, too. She nodded. 

“So you guys work and live here in this town?” Alexa asked, looking at Percy. 

“Well, Ember and I work. She is Ember, I am Miles, we love books and singing in bookstores! Percy is too cool to work!” Miles teased. 

“We are on holiday!” Percy casually pointed out. “We are on Uni leave, so we are supposed to be holidaying, but these two just love bookstores and are easily manipulated by old people!” 

“He wanted help! Mr Roland is a very nice man and, he wanted Thursday and Friday morning off, so we volunteered. Percy is too cool to work!” Ember countered as she brought plates for them out. “How long are you guys here?” 

Harry’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to see them again. She considered him. “Oh, a couple of weeks. We should meet up!” Alexa replied. 

“Oh, umm,” Percy and Miles shut up. They didn’t want Ember to go through what she had. It took a long time to recover her. 

“Definitely!” Ember replied, and they looked at her,, in shock. “Let me give you Percy’s number since, he plans everything and tell him your plans?” 

“That’ll be great!” Alexa nodded, “If you don’t mind,” She looked at Percy and, he immediately shook his head. Harry couldn’t take his eyes off his girl. Was she his anymore? She wasn’t, but maybe she’ll give him a chance to explain. “Thanks! We will see you guys around then! And, thank you for the book!” She held it tightly, “let’s go, Harry!” her voice made him snap out of his thoughts, and he followed her out. 

“They are lovely, aren’t they?” She asked Harry on her way out. “You didn’t say anything!” 

“Yeah, we’ll meet them again and, I will!” He smiled. 

Ember collasped on her chair. She had to build her walls higher. Her ex-boyfriend of four years was back in town. 

Request here for a Part 2?

I am throwing ideas out there and, I’ll write them depending on the response for each! 

Let me know which one you like! Comments?



anonymous asked:

Just wanted to ask how it's like to get a tattoo. I'm thinking about getting one and was curious about the process.

Well, it depends all on what you get, where you get it, and who does it.

Here’s a good way to go about getting a tattoo:

0. Be sure you want a tattoo. I mean really sure. Tattoos are permanent for the most part; laser removal is an option, of course, but it’s time consuming and hella expensive. It costs way more to remove a tattoo than to get one. BE SURE.

1. Determine what you want to get before you do anything. Research! Colors, styles, shading, etc. See what other people have gotten, or if you have a design in mind then go with that. If you don’t have a design in mind or have an idea that you can’t draw yourself, work with an artist to make it come to life. Remember: any artist you work with isn’t doing it for free. Tattoo design/creation is a custom job. Work with them to figure out payment. 

1.5. If you find artwork online that you really like, always contact the artist and get permission before you tattoo their work on you. Not only is it the courteous thing to do, but an artist’s work is copyrighted. You need to get their consent before you take their art. To me, getting artwork tattooed on you without permission is stealing. Don’t be that person. Many artists will be thrilled you want their work on you permanently and will probably request pictures when it’s done.

2. You have a design. Huzzah! Now it’s time to find a tattoo artist who will be able to give you exactly what you want. Google tattoo studios/parlors/whatever you call ‘em in your area, read customer reviews, and–most importantly–browse through tattoo artists’ work. Most tattoo places will have artist portfolios on their website. Check those out and choose the artist whose style best fits what you want. Some artists are versatile and can do many styles; others are set in their particular styles and might not be able to accommodate you.

3. You did your research, so now it’s time to set up a consultation with your tattoo artist. Discuss what you want, where you want it, and costs. If it’s a large piece, it may take several sessions. Your artist will be able to determine how many and how much for each. Or, skip 1.5 and work with your tattoo artist to create your tattoo.

5. During this consultation, tell your artist if you have any allergies, medical conditions (particularly blood conditions), or concerns. You may need to bring a doctor’s note to your actual appointment. 

4. Okay, so your tattoo appointment day is finally here! There are some things you should do before you go under the needle:

  • Eat at least 3 hours before your appointment. You might be able to bring a snack in with you (check with your artist).
  • Make sure you’re nice and hydrated. Bring a bottle of water with you.
  • Be 100% stone cold sober. If you have a little liquid courage beforehand, they will NOT tattoo you. Or, well, if the parlor is up to snuff they won’t. Not only is it illegal in most places, but alcohol thins the blood.
  • Don’t drink anything with caffeine before you go in, either. It thins the blood and will make you jittery.
  • If you’re sick, reschedule. Your artist will understand. Not only do they not want what you have, but being sick might prolong your healing time.
  • Make sure you have your ID with you.

5. Talk to your tattoo artist a little beforehand. This will help calm your nerves and make the atmosphere nice and comfortable.

6. Okay, so now you’re in the chair and you’re waiting. At this point, your artist will be getting out their tools. They should be wearing new gloves and they should be opening new tools for you to see. If they aren’t telling you already, ask them what everything is. Have them walk you through the process as they put together the tattoo gun.

7. If you’ve got a thing about needles, you should know that tattoo needles aren’t like the ones used to draw blood at the doctor’s. A tattoo needle isn’t hollow–it’s a long, thin needle (or for shading and coloring, a group of tiny needles) that moves with the help of a motor. Your artist will dip the needle into ink and then penetrate your skin. Only, like, a few millimeters, so don’t worry about the needle hitting anything like veins or tendons. Your skin is a lot thicker and layered than you might think.

8. HOLD STILL. If you need to sneeze or cough or shift, tell your artist so they can lift the needle. If you need to take a break, let your artist know. 

9. If your artist doesn’t talk to you during the procedure, don’t take it personally. Some aren’t chatty Kathies–all their focus is on your tattoo. Don’t force them into a conversation. If they aren’t talkative, just sit back and let them do their job. 

10. Once your tattoo is done and you’re satisfied, your tattoo artist will clean up and wrap your tattoo. There are different schools of thought on wrapping a tattoo. Some will use plastic wrap (mine does) and will have you remove it after a couple of hours, and some will put a sterile bandage on it with tape or some other kind of adhesive. Your artist will tell you how long to keep the bandage on. LISTEN TO THEM. They will also give you instructions about tattoo aftercare. Follow the instructions, okay? Get the supplies (ointment, lotion, soap) the instructions specify and do as you’re told.

11. When you pay for your tattoo (the previously agreed upon price), DON’T FORGET TO TIP YOUR ARTIST. Like most things in life, tipping 20% is a good rule of thumb. If you’re stoked with your tattoo, tip more. Show how much you appreciate what they’ve done for you. MAKE SURE YOU CAN AFFORD TO TIP BEFORE YOU GET A TATTOO. Can’t tip? Don’t tat.

12. Keep an eye on your tattoo to make sure it doesn’t become infected. The first 48 hours after getting your tattoo, the area may be red and raised. That’s completely normal. If your tattoo is very painful after 3 days, becomes severely inflamed, or is giving off detectable heat, go back to your artist and have them take a look.

13. If you’re happy with your tattoo and the service provided, be sure to leave a good review on the tattoo parlor’s Yelp or Facebook page.

I think that’s everything. If I missed something, feel free to chime in! Hope that helps, anon. Good luck if you end up getting a tattoo!