I know I’ve been relatively inactive recently because of school pressure, and one of those school pressures was a 20-minute presentation on sapphic women in the victorian era. Would anyone be interested if I posted the presentation and my notes? It’s a lot of material, and I know I try to keep this blog mostly aesthetic, not pictures, but I thought it was really interesting and yall might think so too
Just in case y’all needed any more reasons to loathe and despise Donald Trump, he just appointed an FCC chief who is expressly anti-net-neutrality and gives zero shits about the potential of cable companies merging to form a monopoly over both TV and internet.
Best hope social media and regular media/news sites are in the first/basic tier of internet packages, because that’s what’s coming without net neutrality: cable companies will prioritize traffic to certain websites, and websites will have to pay more to make their site prioritized, and we will probably be sold the internet in much the same way we are sold television: in packages and tiers of channels, based on how much you’re willing to pay. Imagine a world where you paying your cable bill no longer gets you access to an open internet, but rather, you must pay extra to get access to certain levels of information on the internet. Imagine people with less money getting a smaller internet, with less information and less access. Because that could be what’s coming.
I will fight, tooth and nail, against this fuckery. Not in my lifetime. Not in my country. Access to information is a right. An open, accessible internet is not something we can compromise on. Net neutrality is a must.
maybe instead of saying “empty houses” we can refer to them as “open houses”
There is something about the word empty that suggests an absence, hollowness, blockage, whereas there is something about the word open that indicates opportunity, access, and passageway
Open houses are not empty because they all have a sign on the house cusp. Through that sign on the cusp you find the house’s planetary ruler, such as Leo on the 4th house cusp. Leo is ruled by the sun, and so this means the ruler of the 4th house is the sun.
You would then find the sun in the chart, lets say it is in the 9th. “Ruler of the 4th house is in the 9th house,” the home life and upbringing (4th) may have directly affected the beliefs & philosophies this person identifies with, maybe this person feels “at home” when they travel and experience (9th).
It doesn’t end here, there are also aspects to this sun, which then would point to other planets in other houses, bringing it all together to form more interpretations and insight.
It is synthesization. Synthesis is the ‘opportunity/access/passageway’ in this sense, that everything is connected & works together; one thing in the chart points to another thing, which points to another thing, and so on. The natal chart is a circle; the symbolism of a circle has many meanings, but can be seen in this scenario as wholeness & completion and infinity, an endless amount of possibilities.
Drip food coloring into water and you can often see a torus-shaped vortex ring after the drop’s impact. That vortex rings form during droplet impact has been well known for over a century, but only recently have we begun to understand the process that leads to that vortex ring. Part of the challenge is that the vortex formation is very small and very fast, but recent work with x-ray imaging has allowed experimentalists to finally capture this event.
When a drop impacts a pool, surface tension draws some of the pool liquid up the sides of the drop. At the same time, the impact causes ripple-like capillary waves down the sides of the drop. This causes pool liquid to penetrate sharply into the drop, triggering the spirals that mark the forming vortex ring. When drops impact with even higher momentum, multiple vortex spirals can form, as seen on the lower right image. The authors observed as many as four rings during an impact. For more, check out the (open access) article. (Image and research credit: J. Lee et al., source)
WHY DID IT MAKE IT ONLY 100X THAT MADE MINE 300X BETTER ARE YOU CRAZY MISTER (you better be taking good care of yourself love youu)
Hahah it really did tho! It was such a good affirmation to keep my videos open and accessible for all audiences. I hope to continue bringing new topics into the vlogs! Also, I’m doing better and taking care of myself and I hope you are taking care of yourself too, you precious human!
How well does hitting someone in the throat work and how long will they be affected by it?
Like everything, the answer is it depends. There are many different ways to attack the throat, depending on what your goal is. There are a lot of different ways it can go, and the effect can last anywhere from a few disorienting, terrifying seconds of panic to choking and, eventually, death.
Think about the throat, the front of your neck. What primary bodily function resides there that is absolutely necessary to your survival?
Your ability to breathe.
The throat acts as a conduit for air from your lungs and your mouth. If you can’t breathe, you can’t fight. If you can’t breathe, you can’t scream. If you don’t breathe, you don’t live. A crushed windpipe is neither a fun nor quick injury to die from.
There are certain parts of your body that you have a biological imperative to defend (these usually only kick in after you’ve received damage). This is your natural instincts respond with a panicked, “OH GOD! NO! I NEED THIS!” and, for most people, that’s how they’ll respond.
You hit them in the throat and their hands will immediately rise there, they’ll stumble back coughing, and their number one priority their brain has focused on is protecting their throat.
So, much like a sucker punch, striking the throat will result in giving you open access to their whole body as it is now defenseless. You, the attacker, moves on to other, better strikes while they’re caught up trying to breathe.
When someone punches someone else in the throat (as opposed to another kind of strike), this is the hoped for response. They want to open up their opponent. “Open up” is one of the terms for “lowering defenses”, because when your opponent’s defenses are up you cannot reach the nice soft spots on their body where you’ll do the most damage.
The throat is one of those nice soft spots difficult to hit if your opponent is mentally prepared to fight. You’ve got to be within arm’s reach, and within the grappling sphere, to land the hit. So, if you’re not close enough to reach out and grab hold of their neck, you’re not close enough to land the strike. If the hit doesn’t come as a surprise attack, then you’ll have to fight for it.
Learning to measure distance between fighters in a fictional context when you’ve no experience judging it with real people is a difficult one. Most people never realize there are different spheres of distance around the body which define what attacks you can make before moving inward. For them, two people fighting is often a one hit exercise and not a strategic contemplation involving multiple attacks, breaking past defenses, and taking advantage of your opponent’s mental faculties/body’s instincts/physiology to hit your goal. Then, consider that most fights are finished in under 30 seconds.
These are not “safe” combat techniques by any stretch of the imagination and some are far more dangerous than others. Some will also break your fingers if you try them without having a fucking clue what you’re doing.
So, how can you attack the throat?
I’ll give you three of the common attacks on the trachea, there are more.
1) You can punch them in the throat.
This is more of a stunner, and not as likely to crush the windpipe or the larynx. The reason is that the fist actually spreads the delivered force over a wider area. So, you punch them and it’s likely to hurt and scare the hell out of them, Punches, while effective, are a great deal safer than a knife hand or a palm strike to the opponent because of that dispersal of force.
The more pointed the force, the deeper it penetrates.
2) The spear hand to the throat.
You take your fingers, brace them together, and drive them forward, palm down. (You can also strike palm up, which is done if you’re striking on an upward diagonal from the hip. This can also be a referred to as a palm strike, knife hand, etc.) This is windpipe crushing territory. The force is confined to the first two fingertips, a much narrower vector, and will penetrate into the neck. Doubly more likely if you grab their head/throat first with your other hand so they can’t run/stumble back at the moment of impact.
A good general rule in martial arts is the smaller the tool, the more dangerous the strike, and the deeper into your body it goes.
This may break your fingers if you’ve never been taught to perform it properly or how to lock your fingers/wrist/arm together. So, don’t expect an untrained fighter to pull it off. Or even know it exists unless they’ve been watching a lot of Japanese/Chinese language films.
3) Half-Palm to the throat.
Instead of your fingers, you use your knuckles. Bend your fingers, so your fingertips touch the top of your palm. Brace. Then strike the same way as you would with #2.
This will, more than likely, break your fingers if you’re not careful.
This, of course, assumes that a denial of breath is your end goal. You can always knife hand (blade of the hand, opposite the thumb) the side of their neck, which has the added bonus of potentially closing off the arterial blood flow between your head and the rest of your body. Most likely not, though.
None of these are “guaranteed kills” (not that you’re guaranteed anything), the possibility of death is there and they are dangerous. They are very effective if they can be landed. However, your character should not be doing these unless their life is in danger, their willing to accept the consequences of killing their opponent, and the situation calls for it.
Fiction often struggles with this, but proper application of force to the circumstances is one of the hallmarks of a responsible martial combatant. Being able to adjust according to the situation (and knowing what techniques are warranted) is one of the signs we use to judge in real life whether or not the person in question knows what they’re doing. A person who doesn’t self-moderate is a danger to themselves and others.
You can, in fact, blend Rule of Cool with the knowledgeable, responsible combatant that sells themselves as awesome and skilled without coming off as a reckless fuckhead.
If your character is using these just in general, then they just don’t care. They’re also a reckless fuckhead. Have others treat them accordingly.
Hello babes! I hope your day is going well. So, by popular demand, I’ve decided to do a smutty part two to this fic. I honestly didn’t know that you guys would like it that much, haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I love you guys, you’re all amazing. xoxo
Description:You just left Peter out by the pool abruptly after a hot make out session and hint at him to come to your room to finish the fun you were having.
You sauntered up the stairs, looking for Peter in your peripheral vision. He was still sitting at the edge of the pool, gaping at you.
I guess he didn’t take the hint. Jesus Christ, Peter. You thought to yourself, stopping on the small landing between the two flights of stairs, turning to face Peter. He could clearly see you through the glass wall as you extended your index finger at him, curling it back to you, beckoning him to follow. Peter scrambled out of the pool, grabbing his towel, quickly drying off.
As you watched him from above, you couldn’t help but crack a smile through your devious smirk as you saw Peter almost fall face first into the stone around the pool as he got up. You quickly slipped the rest of the way upstairs, trying to keep up your seductive and mysterious act.
Peter looked back up at where you were when he finished drying off his board shorts, finding that you had disappeared. He wrapped his towel around his waist and returned to the tower, following your route upstairs. A trail of water droplets led down the hallway, and he figured it was from your wet hair. It led all the way to your room where your door was slightly open. He stopped in front of it, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his arousal for you.
“Come on Peter, don’t just stand there.” You could see the shadow of his feet from underneath the door, and you crossed your arms over your chest, the corner of your mouth pulling up into a smirk. The door opened slowly, and he stepped inside, closing it behind him. You bit your lip as you scanned over his still wet body, watching the water droplets fall down his toned chest.
While you were off in a daze, Peter had began to walk towards you, watching all the water from your hair dribbled down in between your breasts. He pushed you against the wall that was a few feet behind you, colliding his lips with yours in pure lust. You threaded your fingers in his damp hair that was behind his head while he gripped your hips, surely leaving a bruise there to see the next morning. You moaned against his lips as he moved one hand up to your breast, kneading in roughly through your bikini top.
“Take it off of me already, damn it.” You breathed against his lips, biting his bottom one, and tugging on it lightly. In no time, your top was literally ripped in half, laying on the floor. You gasped as he lifted you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his torso.
“Jesus, F/N. You’re perfect.” Peter locked eyes with you before diving into your neck, sucking hard on your skin. You moaned underneath his touch, his hickeys leaving a trail to your breasts. Without warning, he latched on to one of your nipples, biting and tugging at it as he rolled the other in between his fingers.
“Fuck…” You moaned loudly, filling the room. He carried you to the bed, letting you fall onto the mattress. His eyes were completely dilated with lust as he threw his shorts across the room, leaving you to stare at his hard erection. God, you wanted him inside you. You’ve wanted him for a long time now. He hovered over you, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. He groaned, as you rubbed his length, his open mouth giving you access to explore his mouth with your tongue. You swiped it across his bottom lip, entering. His erection was throbbing in your hand, and you let go, not giving him his release. He growled in his throat, biting your collarbone. He was sure to leave marks on your body, so that everyone would know what he did.
He threw your bikini bottoms across the room, positioning his the head of his cock at your entrance, swiping it along your wet folds. You moaned, your throbbing core unable to take the build up anymore. He pushed himself into you, the feeling of your tight walls around him, making his head throw back. Peter gave you time to adjust, and when you gave him the okay to move, he began thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. Both of you said each other’s names like your life depended on it, the euphoria rushing through your bodies. He quickened his pace, beginning to hit your g-spot. You screamed out, clawing at his back. The line on which your orgasm was walking on was thinning out. You were approaching your release.
“Shit.. Peter.. I-I’m gonna-” You were cut off by his interjecting voice.
“I know, m-me too.” He knew exactly what you were saying. You felt his length twitch inside of you. You chanted his name like a prayer as your orgasm washed over you, all the way to your throbbing core. He followed close behind, filling you with his hot, white cum.
As both of you came down from your highs, he pulled out, collapsing next to you. You both were breathless as you laid on your backs, staring up at the ceiling.
“That was..” You chuckled out, turning your head towards Peter.
“Yeah, like amazing.” He smiled at you, kissing you on the forehead. You cuddled up next to him, his arm wrapping around your body.
“We should do this again sometime, Parker. We really should.”
Ahhh I hoped you liked it! I hope you day goes well and that you have some good food, Because who doesn’t love to have some good food? Anywho, let me know what you think, yeah? I love you all, xoxo.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: Fluffy smut Summary: You don’t want Jimin to go to work early on a Saturday so you seduce him to make him stay. —–
Jimin goes to work super early in the morning. He normally sets two alarms to help pace his morning routine and to wake him up just in case he falls back asleep. He didn’t have to leave for work until 8:00am, but he was a very punctual guy who hated being late so he always left ten minutes early in preparation for the worse case scenario. Mornings for Jimin consisted of a shower and his bathroom routine, breakfast, getting dressed, and gathering his work bag to double check that he didn’t forget anything. He always tried his hardest to be quiet in the mornings, but his alarms counteracted his efforts. You eventually learned to somehow sleep through them, they no longer bothered you, but some days you just couldn’t ignore it.
“Beep beep beep bee-”
Jimin quickly pressed the button on the alarm clock and set another one. Your eyes fluttered open at the sudden noise and you sighed once you saw the time. It was 6:10 in the morning. You felt your husband shuffle under you and let out a sigh of his own. The position that you were sleeping in allowed you to be an anchor for him, you were able to hold him down. Your head was on his chest and your arm was slung across his middle. At some point while you were sleeping, you had thrown your leg over his and they became intertwined with each other. When the alarm went off, he was hesitant to move because he didn’t want to wake you. You used this to your advantage to try to hold him in place.
After a few minutes, he sighed again and tapped you.
“Babe, I have to get up.” He said, voice deep and heavy with sleep.
You pouted as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. “No~ I want you to stay in bed with me.”
“I know,” He said “I do too, but I have to get ready for work.”
“I don’t want you to leave…”
Even though it was the middle of summer, your room was still too cool for your liking and Jimin was so warm. If he got out of bed, all of the warmth would leave with him and you would be left there, freezing in your own bed. It was also a Saturday and you didn’t understand why he had to go to work and why he couldn’t just spend the day with you.
“Why do you have to work on a Saturday anyway?” You asked, nestling your head back onto his chest.
“There are some things that I have to finish at work and they’re all due on Monday. I’m only working a half a day today, jagi.” He reassured you. “So that way I won’t have to worry about work for the rest of the weekend and I can spend more time with you.” He kissed the top of your head.
“Fine.” You grumble as you roll off of him. He sat up and got out of the covers. Just as you had suspected, the bed immediately got cooler and you were trapped in a bundle of empty sheets. You shivered when the air hit your back and Jimin noticed this and quickly filled his spot with the blanket. You watched with tired eyes as he walked over to his desk and sat down in his chair and started putting things in his bag. He was shirtless and you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles that flexed at every movement. His hair was messy, yet he still looked extremely sexy, the light pouring into your room from the window hitting him at the perfect angles. He looked like an angel.
When his bag was all packed he stood up, stretched and yawned. He walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, disappointing you just slightly. A minute later, you hear the shower come on and your mind starts to wander. You stare at the door, contemplating on whether or not you should go into the bathroom and join him in the warm shower. Your mind said yes but your body screamed no. You were lazy and tired and you honestly didn’t really feel like walking across the room to the bathroom. So you settled for fantasizing about him in the shower.
You imagined Jimin getting undressed in front of the mirror, possibly taking a moment to inspect his incredibly toned muscles, and then stepping into the shower, the water soaking his gorgeous honey skin and highlighting his abs as it streamed down his body. Then he would grab the soap and lather himself in the scented body wash you loved so much. He would reach every inch of his beautiful body, his arm muscles flexing as he scrubbed his skin. His hands would travel his body, over his arms and shoulders, around his neck, across his pecks, down into the defined cuts of his abs, lower, lower, running up the mind blowing length of his cock– ugh his dick~!! Your mouth was practically watering at the thought of it, strong and large even when flaccid. He would run his hands up and down its length, giving him pleasure in the warm water. Would he think of your sleeping body in the room next to him as he rubbed himself? Would he also fantasize and wish that you would join him like you did? Would he imagine that his hand was yours or even your mouth? You wondered if he grew hard at the thought of you tou-
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. You opened your eyes and looked at the clock, realizing that 15 minutes had passed. You must have fallen asleep… Your eyes find Jimin walking around the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. You lick your lips at the sight and unconsciously your hands wander down between your legs, into your underwear, surprising you when you find yourself wet. Curiosity led your eyes down to his covered parts and you were disappointed when you saw that there wasn’t a bulge in the towel. This is the moment that gave you the will power and energy to pull yourself out of bed. It seemed unfair to you that the thought of him could make you instantly wet and that your fantasies didn’t come true like you expected them to. Now you were determined to make him just as excited as you were and keep him home so that you could make your fantasies become a reality.
Your feet hit the floor as you sit up and move to the side of the bed. Jimin turned his head to see what you were doing and locked eyes with you as you strutted toward him, trying your hardest to be enticing. Your hips swayed with every step and your movements were slow as you neared him. He stood in place, watching your body with raised eyebrows and a slack jaw.
“(Y/n), what are y-”
You cut him off once you were face to face with him. “Minnie~” you whined, “I wanna spend time with you.” You pouted. Then you look behind him and back him up into his desk chair. Once he sits, you straddle his lap, your underwear rubbing against his towel. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a cute look. He places his hands on your thighs as he speaks.
“We can spend the whole day together after I finish my work.”
“And when will that be?”
He thinks for a moment before answering. “12:30”
“12 noon.” You say sharply and he gives you a questioning look before he understands what you mean.
“Ok fine I’ll be back by 12. Then we can go out to lunch together.” He gives you a warm smile and you lean forward and kiss him lightly. When you lean back from the kiss you notice a slight change in his face. His eyes grow wide for a moment and it takes you a few seconds to realize that you had accidentally grinded on him.
You ask him if he can stay with you just a little longer and he refuses, forcing you to go with your original plan. You move off of his lap and stoop down in front of the chair, sitting between his legs. The towel is loosely wrapped around his waist, so it makes it easy for you to unwrap your gift. Once he is exposed, you grab onto his length and look up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Are you sure?” You question deviously as you feel him grow hard in your grasp. Your hand moves slowly up and down his shaft while you stare at him, observing how he swallows and tries to hold himself back.
This distraction makes it hard for Jimin to speak so he just bites his lip and watches your actions. Now fully erect in your hand, you bend down and kiss the head of his dick, making him flinch. You feel the slight movement of his hips as he tries to buck up and you know you have him right where you want him. Your hand stops and you let go of him as you stand up.
“It’s ok, we can spend time together after work. I’m gonna go cook breakfast for you.” You say, your peppy voice breaking the silence that has built up in the room. Before you get a chance to walk away, Jimin grabs your arm and pulls you back down on his lap.
You let out a little yelp at how fast he brings you down and he leans in close to your ear. “You know I can’t go to work like this.” He says, giving the shell of your ear a lick and then looking down as he rubs himself against your bottom. “You’re gonna have to help me take care of it.” He pulls you into a heated kiss and deepens it by gently grabbing the back of your head. His tongue slides along your bottom lip and you easily grant him access, opening your mouth so he can explore it. You let him claim dominance as he swirls his tongue with yours and you moan into the kiss. When you pull back to take a breath, he catches your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls lightly.
By this point you can feel him twitching underneath you desperately, so you position yourself between his legs again and push him back so you have better access. Then you take off your shirt, being considerate of Jimin’s view before you grab a hold of him at the base. You pump him a few times and then lick the side of his cock from base to tip, collecting the precum on your tongue when you reach the top. He lets out a low groan and you try to hold back a grin. You lock eyes with him as you lower your mouth onto him and a deep groan of relief resounds from his chest, loving the way your lips fit around him. Your tongue swirls around the head a few times before you take him in further and he lets out another sound of satisfaction. Slowly, you take him all the way in until your nose hits his abdomen and he is as deep as he can go. The sight and feeling of being all the way in your mouth is almost too much for Jimin and he has to hold himself back so that he doesn’t move. There is a stinging in the back of your throat and you swallow around him, causing him to gasp and whimper at the feeling.
“Mmm shit, (Y/n). You feel so fucking good.” He breaths. You can’t help but smirk around him.
You remove your mouth from him and grab a hold of his member, now slick and dripping with saliva and precum, while you try to breathe again, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. Your hand slides effortlessly up and down his length, squeezing him with just the right amount of pressure. Jimin’s gaze is almost burning through you as he watches your every movement with half-lidded eyes. You continue to pump him, but engulf your lips around him once more and bob your head up and down at a mild pace, your mouth and hand working in sync. The sounds coming from your husband are the most sexy moans you have ever heard as you work his cock, his moans getting higher in pitch and more frequent, the neediness in his voice a telltale sign that he is close. You swipe your tongue over his slit and around his head at every chance you get, your pace quickening as he neared his end. His legs tensed up and he started to buck up into your mouth subtly as he chased after his orgasm, now desperately gripping the armrest so hard that his knuckles turn white. Glancing up at him, you see the desire in his eyes and immediately know what he’s thinking, so you give him what he wants, grabbing his hands and placing them on the top of your head. You stopped your movements and lifted your mouth off of his dick, causing a disappointed groan to escape his lips. But the fire in his eyes was reignited when he hears your words.
“Face fuck me.”
His eyes widened at your words, but he did not hesitate to adjust himself slightly and follow your instructions. You hollowed your cheeks and tightened your grip around him, bracing yourself as you stared up at him and waited for his movements. The hold he had on your hair tightened to keep you still and he began thrusting his hips up into your mouth, warming you up with a few cautious thrusts before suddenly snapping his hips at a fast pace, starting to get lost in the feeling. His orgasm got closer and closer as you observed his face, taking in every detail of how it contorted with pleasure, trying to distract yourself from the burning in your throat and the urge to gag every time he went a little deeper. His moans and groans got louder and higher until he was reduced to releasing sexy whimpers, each sound sending shockwaves through your body and straight down to your core and you couldn’t help but moan around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge, curses and your name flying out of his mouth. His hips stuttered as his orgasm overtook his body and he came into your mouth, your hand moving slowly along him to help him ride out his climax. You swallowed all of the love he had just spilled into you and licked your lips as you rose from your knees, cheeks flushed in a bright pink color.
He stood in front of you as your lips connected. His hands moved along the small of your back, down to your ass. He gripped your cheeks tightly and lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, never breaking the kiss. He walked to the bed and gently placed you in the center of it, pulling away from you to take in the sight of your body. His eyes landed on the piece of fabric between your legs and he reached down to hook his fingers in the waistband. Your eyes met his as he pulled your remaining garment down your legs slowly, lifting your hips just slightly to help with the removal.
Jimin threw your panties somewhere across the room, you didn’t get a chance to see where because his lips were on yours as soon as he got them down your legs. You wanted more from the kiss but he pulled away, progressing slowly as he kissed down your body. He drew creative patterns with his tongue across your skin as he moved lower, stopping at the junction between your neck and shoulder to suck lightly because he always knew where to kiss to drive you crazy. Open mouthed kisses trailed down your body and travelled through the valley of your breasts, his hands tending to what his lips did not. The feeling of having Jimin touch and kiss every inch of your body drove you insane. He teased you when he got to your lower half, placing soft kisses on your hip bones and spreading your legs in front of him.
His lips explored every inch of your bare legs, leaving light kisses on your outer thighs and dark love marks on your inner thighs just to claim you as his. He kissed up and down your inner thighs, coming just close enough to brush up against the side of your lower lips and then skipped to the other leg. You were ticklish and getting impatient, whining when he skipped over where you wanted him the most. The build up seemed to last forever and you bucked naturally when he blew air on your exposed heat. Finally finished his journey, Jimin rested his eyes on the sight in front of him and licked his plump lips seductively as he ran two fingers along your folds, collecting your arousal.
“Damn, babe. Your dripping for me,” He cooed and hummed as he licked you off of his fingers. The sight alone sent heat down through you and you stared at the beautiful man in front of you as he continued to toy with your folds. You could feel yourself literally dripping onto the sheets below you, the anticipation eating you alive as you waited for Jimin to make his next move. “It’s ok I’ll clean up every last drop.” He said in a deeper voice that sent chills up your spine as he kissed your clit, making you flinch.
He stuck out his tongue and hesitated before moving, wanting to watch your face as you screwed your eyes shut in anticipation. He smirked when your hips began to buck towards him to encourage him, expressing how needy you were, and his mouth finally made contact with you, licking a long stripe through your folds, spreading them apart with his tongue as he went. Your back arched off of the bed and you let out a long drawn out moan. Your fingers found his soft hair and wove their way into his locks, pulling on them gently. Jimin licked up and down your slit, licking up the wetness like it was the most delicious meal he had ever tasted. His tongue moved up and circled around your clit slowly as he looked up at you. Your breathing was labored and heavy and your mouth hung open in pleasure. A smirk crawled onto his face as he observed his effect on you.
“Oh my- ohh!!” You gasped out as Jimin inserted one, then two of his fingers.
Jimin hummed at the response he was getting out of you. He loved pleasuring you and watching you come undone because of him.
“Does it feel good?” He asked innocently, but the look he gave you was dripping with lust and had ‘sinner’ written all over it.
“Yes, fuck,” You replied, cutting yourself off when he suddenly increased his pace and lowered his mouth back down to your clit. “Oh that feels fucking AMAZING, please please please don’t stop!!” You called out to him, the raspiness of sleep in your voice disappearing as you practically screamed your words. The knot in your stomach was growing rapidly as Jimin continued his ministrations. Naturally, your legs tried to squeeze together, but he kept pushing them apart with his free hand. You began to shake and pant loudly as the coil in your stomach grew tighter with every pump of his fingers. Knowing how close you were, Jimin took his fingers out of you and held your legs open, pushing them up to your chest, rendering you helpless to his stimulation. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, licking in tight, fast circles as you called out his name. Moans and lewd, wet noises filled the room, only adding to the sensations.
Your hands were all over the place, grabbing at the sheets and his hair, wandering aimlessly until one hand found his and you locked fingers with him. The other hand settled on your breast, massaging it and pinching at your nipple. The pleasure you were feeling was almost overwhelming as Jimin licked and sucked at your core, occasionally dipping his tongue into your entrance. His other hand left your hips and reached up to tend to your other boob, adding to your pleasure as you neared the edge.
Beads of sweat formed on your forehead and chest. You were so close and Jimin never let up. He picked up his already fast pace and hummed on your most sensitive place, the vibrations going straight up your body, sending you over the edge with a cry.
“Ji-Jimin, I-I’m cu-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as the knot in your stomach unraveled and waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Heat spread throughout your being as Jimin helped you ride out your high with his fingers on your pulsing nub and breasts, rubbing in sensual slow circles. Your heart was in your ears as your entire body tingled, low moans still escaping your lips as you trembled and twitched at his every touch. He stopped his fingers and began kissing his way back up your body, tracing an imaginary line from your navel, between your breasts, and up your neck, his feathery kisses tickling your flesh. He peppered your face in kisses and then moved back down your jaw to suck on spots on your neck, leaving small but dark hickies.
You let him do whatever he wanted while you caught your breath, trying your hardest to gather up what little strength you had to not fall asleep right there in front of him. You placed your hands on his soft, warm cheeks, catching his attention, and you brought his lips to yours in a lazy but passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on him, but you really didn’t care. Pulling away from him, you stared into his eyes with love and was pleasantly surprised when he returned the look with the same amount of love and adoration as yours.
“You’re beautiful,” He said against your lips, “And sexy… and hot…” Jimin said in between playful pecks on your lips. “Did I mention sexy? Cuz damn you’re so fucking sexy!!” He said with a bright smile that melted your heart. You giggled as he attacked your face with more kisses.
Shortly after, the other alarm rang, interrupting the small make out session that had ensued. It startled you and you jumped, almost bumping foreheads with Jimin as he still hovered over you. He moved from over top of you and got off of the bed with a sigh. He turned off the alarm and turned back to you. You looked at the clock before shifting your gaze back to him. The clock read 7:00am.
“I still have to get ready for work…” He said and you groaned loudly. “But you made me all sweaty so I have to shower again,” He added, a smile creeping up his face. “Care to join me?”
You nodded and he pulled you up by your arms, helping you off of the bed and onto your slightly wobbly legs. He laughed at your unsteadiness and you glared at him playfully, bringing up the point that he was the one who did this to you.
He turned the shower on and let the water run for a few seconds, it didn’t take long for the water to heat up because he just took a shower a half an hour ago. You stepped into the shower first, moving farther into the water to give him more space so that he could join you. There was enough space for the both of you, but it was still a cramped area and you two were forced to stand really close to each other just to get under the water. Not that you minded.
Jimin stepped in behind you and took a second to admire your body as the water rushed over it, tracing your curves perfectly. You turned to face him and pulled him further into the shower by his wrists while you scolded him for staring, never daring to admit that you were doing the same thing. You watched the water soak his hair and plaster it to his forehead. Reaching up, you gently moved the hair out of his face and gave him a kiss on his plump lips. Then you turned toward the water and stood there to let it glide down the front of your body. You felt Jimin’s strong arms wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his breath tickling your shoulder as he bent down and pecked it and then rested his chin on it.
“I love you,” He mumbled softly in your ear. For some reason those three words, no matter how much he said them, gave you butterflies and sent a blush to your cheeks every time. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and closed your eyes as you responded.
“I love you too, Jimin.” And there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you made him feel the same way as his grip on you tightened at your words. He turned his head and his lips brushed the skin of your neck as he spoke.
“I’m so glad you’re mine.” He said as he pressed his lips the side of your neck. You smirked as he continued to kiss at the sensitive skin that was still buzzing from your previous orgasm. You relaxed in his arms and released a sigh of contentment, wishing you could stay like this forever. But as you swayed with him, you felt him on your lower back. Your eyes widened and you swiftly turned in his arms to face him. A mixture of shock and confusion was present on his face as you stood there, still in his hold, staring at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.
“Are you getting hard again?” You asked him, a smirk threatening the corners of your mouth, but you concealed it and replaced it with a blank look feigning disgust. He swallowed and thought for a moment before cautiously answering.
“Do you want me to be hard again?” He questioned slowly, still looking your face over, trying to read your expression. You allowed the smirk to show itself as you answered slyly.
“Only if you’ll let me take care of it.” You said seductively as you push yourself closer into him so that his semi-hard cock was pressed against your stomach. He leaned closer to you, lips just out of reach.
“Deal,” He said, a smirk crawling onto his face as well. “You’re just so fucking sexy I couldn’t help but get turned on by you. I love your body, to me you are perfect.” He purred. The butterflies in your stomach made a second appearance and you blushed at his words as he stood there, studying your form as the water ran down it. But this time, you didn’t scold him for it. Instead, you posed for him, sticking out your ass and arching your back so that he had a good view of your boobs. He took the initiative and gently grasped them, your body instinctively arching into his hands that fit so perfectly around your breasts. He lightly massaged them and tweaked your nipples, bending down to kiss you and swallow your moans as he continued to play with your body. You enjoyed the contact, but you also needed to feel him inside of you, so you pulled away from his lips and bit yours as you looked at him. He momentarily stopped his motions to look at you expectantly, awaiting your words.
“I don’t need any more foreplay.” You say, grinding your hips onto his and feeling his now fully erect length rub against you. He caught the hint and pulled you in for another quick kiss before turning you and pinning you against the wall. He held your arms up above your head with one hand as he lifted your thigh with the other, putting pressure on your body with his to make sure that you don’t fall on your already wobbly legs. You locked your leg around him to free his hand and he moved his fingers along your slick folds.
“So wet,” He mumbled mostly to himself as he lined himself up with you.
You felt his head poke at your entrance and your eyes met for a brief moment before he pushed into you, sliding in almost fully, your wetness making it easy for him to slip right in. He groaned at the feeling of being inside you and you moaned at the fullness you felt. He stayed there for a couple of seconds to give you some time to adjust, and then pulled out almost completely and watched himself sink back into you slowly. His hand found your waist as he repeated the action, sticking to the slow pace as if only to frustrate you. But you didn’t complain.
“Mm, You take my cock so well, jagi,” Jimin moaned as he continued to watch himself disappear inside of you. Your hands fidgeted in his grip as you whined, wanting to touch him and hold on to him so that he could move faster. His pace picked up slightly at your whining and you bit your lip to contain the noises coming from your throat as he went deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned into your neck as he bent his head down to press a kiss to it.
You wanted to reply to him, but the angle and the depth he was getting prevented your brain from forming proper words, so you could only moan in response. He usually didn’t go this slow, but he also never went this deep. He was discovering new places inside of you that neither of you had ever known existed and it felt amazing. When he hit a g-spot, your leg almost gave out on you, but luckily he was pressed against you to glue you to the wall. He repeatedly hit that spot at a slightly faster pace, moving his hips closer to you to get deeper, and you couldn’t even make any noises at the pleasure you felt. Your mouth was gaping, but no sound was coming out. You weren’t even sure you were breathing. Jimin hungrily looked at your face, the sight of you enough to make him cum right there, but he controlled himself and instead let go of your hands.
When your hands dropped, you immediately reached for his shoulders. His hands found the back of your thighs and started to lift your other leg off of the ground, making you wrap your arms around his neck to prevent you from falling. He wrapped your other leg around his waist and pushed you up against the wall harder. You were suspended between Jimin and the wall as you squeezed your legs tight around his hips, bringing him closer to you. Jimin’s hands moved farther up your thighs and held on tightly to your ass, hard enough to leave marks on your skin.
Now he was pressed up against you with all of his weight and your hard nipples rubbed against his chest as you moved. He lifted you slightly and began pounding into you, bringing you back down on his cock to meet him halfway. Your loud moans echoed in the shower as he fucked the soul out of you, skin slapping together in the fast pace.
“So deep…” You gasped out. He groaned at the breathlessness of your words and went even harder and faster, making you practically bounce up and down at the impact. You let out an especially loud moan as he hit another sweet spot and your hands flew to his hair, gripping the strands tightly as curses and moans fell from your mouth. Jimin leaned his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes as he snapped his hips into you, the intensity showing in his gaze. The control and precision of his movements never ceased to amaze you as he knew exactly how hard and how deep to go to drag every ounce of pleasure out of you.
As he got closer to his climax, his groans became more frequent and you could see the concentration on his face as his hips became a little more erratic. He attempted to kiss you, but it was really just your lips pressed together in an open mouthed kiss, panting into each other’s mouths. You felt yourself getting tighter with every thrust.
“Babe, I’m close.” You panted, not sure if he recognized that you had said words. But he responded anyway.
“Me too.” He breathed, keeping up with his intense pace. His head once again dipped down to suck spots in your neck and you whimpered at the sensation. The added stimulation was enough to push you into your climax and you came hard on his dick. Waves of pleasure pulsed through you and you shook violently as your breathing hitched, making you momentarily forget how to breath. Your body went limp in his arms as you let him ride out your orgasm and chase his own.
Jimin’s pace didn’t slow, his moans became louder and his hips more erratic as your walls contracted and spasmed around his throbbing cock. He slipped in and out of you rapidly, each movement edging him closer to his release and each one of your whimpers and moans turning him on even more.
“Cum for me, baby.” You encouraged him with breathless words, purposely tightening yourself around him. Your eyes were barely open, but you got them to function in time to see the incredibly sexy look on his face as he came.
“Ahhh, s-shit.” Jimin groaned one final time as he came deep inside of you. You moaned at the sight of his face, his rosy cheeks, closed eyes, parted lips, and thrown back head. Both of your moans filled the room as you came down from your highs. He still held on tightly to your limp body as he gently and shallowly thrust into you to ride out his orgasm. When his motions stopped, he lifted you slightly and pulled out, both of you groaning from soreness and over sensitivity. He lowered your legs down to the floor and held you up. You felt his cum dripping down your thighs and get washed away by the water as you stood. Your arms were still locked around his neck and your legs were weak. He was the only support you had because obviously your legs weren’t of much use. Your lips connected and he once again stole your breath away, dominating your mouth with his tongue and not letting you pull away for air. When he did pull away, you both just stood there in the running water, foreheads together and eyes locked. The only sounds in the bathroom were the sounds of running water and heavy breathing.
“Ok now let’s take a real shower.” You said once you could breathe again. He smiled and stood up straight. You almost collapsed, but he held you steady. “Damn it Jimin, you broke my legs!” You laughed as you tried to steady yourself.
Actually taking a shower this time, you both helped wash each other. Once clean, you stepped out of the shower, somewhat regaining function of your legs. Jimin soon followed and grabbed a towel to dry you off.
“Sorry for making you late to work.” You apologized sheepishly, feeling bad about it.
“Today doesn’t even count,” He laughed. “I could go in whenever I felt like it, I just wanted to go early so I could spend the whole day with you.” He kissed your forehead as he finished drying your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. You then turned to dry him off but he swatted your hands away.
“Let me dry you off.” You said, surprised at his stubbornness. He only shook his head and you rolled your eyes at him as you pulled on your underwear and t-shirt.
“Hey (Y/n)?” Jimin called making you turn towards him. “Are you still going to make breakfast?” He asked and you couldn’t help but giggle. You nodded.
“Sure, but we still have to go out for lunch ok?”
“Deal.” He smiled. He kissed you briefly before you headed for the kitchen.
Summary: An accident in training causes feelings to be confessed.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Language, implied sex.
A/N: I wanted to make a Loki or a Thor story in honor of the Ragnarok trailer, and I still may of y’all wanna see one, send me requests for either one of them! I just had this one in writing for so long and I FINALLY finished it. So Voila`!
Ever since Bucky fucking Barnes came to the compound, I have NEVER been the same. The man showed up, and all of a sudden I lost all control of my emotions, hormones and body. Literally everything just fell apart. Also, I haven’t gotten laid in over 3 years. 3 YEARS. I’m not the type to take someone home and sleep with them once, or to be friends with benefits. It’s been my only promise to myself, to not have sex with a random stranger JUST because I’m feeling frisky, that’s what I have toys for. I only have sex with someone when I’m in a relationship with them. HOWEVER, James Buchanan Barnes may make me throw out every promise I’ve ever made to myself and not think twice about it. The sad part is I don’t really even know him very well, we only say a few words to one another. For the longest time I thought the guy just didn’t like me, and Steve had to reassure me that’s not the case, he just doesn’t know how to socialize anymore, and certainly doesn’t know how to talk to women. It’ll take some time, and I understand that. Doesn’t make it any less frustrating that I can’t get over this stupid school girl crush I have on the guy.
So I just finished rewatching Big Hero 6 for maybe the 12th time and a thought occurred to me that had been knocking around in my head for a while.
Ok, so that finale? Where Baymax sacrifices itself to save Hiro? Where Hiro had to willingly say “I am satisfied with my care” and say goodbye to one of the last connections he had to his dead brother as well as to someone that he had come to see as a friend? Where you tried really hard not to cry and then cried a lot? Yeah, this is about that.
After the big moment, of course, it’s revealed that Baymax’s healthcare chip had been hidden in its fist so Hiro could rebuild him. Looking at the scene there really isn’t a way for Baymax to put the chip in its fist after locking it into place behind the pod. Which means that Baymax doesn’t have its healthcare chip the entire time that it’s going through this speech about how it can save Hiro but its protocols won’t let it deactivate unless Hiro states that he is “satisfied with his care”.
Now for a long time I thought this meant that Baymax had learned and grown beyond its programming and that he knew even when its chip was removed how to best care for Hiro. That meant this was the emergence of true AI, one that genuinely cared about the people under its care. Very uplifting message if you want to take it that way and certainly one that the filmmakers could have intended, and if that’s the way you want to take that scene then I’d suggest you stop reading now.
Let’s take a look at the scene earlier in the movie when they first fight Callaghan. Hiro tells Baymax to destroy Callaghan when Hiro hears how callous Callaghan is towards Tadashi’s death. Baymax tells Hiro that its healthcare protocols prevent it from harming a person. Hiro removes Baymax’s healthcare chip and immediately you see a personality shift as Baymax goes from friendly caregiver to emotionless destruction engine. This makes sense as, up until this point the only thing that gave Baymax any personality was the healtcare protocols Tadashi had programmed which seemed to all be stored on that chip and with the healthcare chip gone, the only thing left would be the combat protocols Hiro had made. Once the healthcare chip is back in place the personality change is just as sudden back to normal.
Earlier in the movie you’ve seen how these chips can be augmented and added to when Baymax downloads entire databases on dealing with emotional grief and also when it adds minor things like “fistbump” to its healthcare protocols. Shortly after the fight scene you also see where Baymax refuses to open its access port as he does not want to let Hiro remove its healthcare chip again for fear of Hiro making Baymax violate the protocols Tadashi put in place.
Given all that, here’s a theory: Baymax copied its healthcare database to the combat database in order to keep Hiro from making it violate protocol again. You can already see that Baymax is unwilling to violate protocol and that Hiro is all too willing to remove those protocols. Baymax refused to open its access port as a temporary measure, but naturally all Hiro would have to do is power Baymax down and force the port open. In that case Baymax would be helpless to stop itself from causing harm. It could simply delete the combat protocols, but it can’t ignore that Hiro is reckless and driven to get himself into dangerous situations to apprehend Callaghan so Baymax knows it needs the combat protocols in order to protect Hiro. The logical solution is to copy all protocols on to both cards for redundancy in case one is removed.
In short: Baymax felt so betrayed by what Hiro made Baymax do that it decided to make a failsafe in case Hiro did that again.
UNDERWEAR, TREE HOUSE AND BIRTHDAY || J. JONES X READER SMUT
It was midnight. The night was young and so were people and their loved ones who went further into the woods.
The endless night sky was filled with lost stars. She was gazing up at them as he carried her. The tall trees surrounded them. The leaves hushed a soft melody into the wind. The cold breeze kissed their hair and the nightingtales seemed to sing s sweet lovely music. The forest was indeed a place for a love and he bought her there to define her what love is to him.
Fram afar, she saw a tall tree and high above a house sat. It was a tree house.
A staircase was waiting at the foot of the tree which lead all the way to the house.
With herself in his arms, he walked up the stairs all the way to the top. The house was beautiful. He brought her down on her feet and she gasped at the sight of the view revealed before her.
Everything was seen from there. The trees clouded near the afar and beyond the horizon was the Blossoms Mansion and from there she could see the party is still going on.
She couldn’t hear the music but it was comfortably silent where she was.
Jughead was right. It did feel like home for her.
“It’s beautiful” she muttered under her breath, still mesmerized.
Jughead looked at her. “Yes,” she replied. “Very beautiful.”
Then she felt it. Tingles were crawling under her skin as she felt his lips kissing her neck. He stood behind her, his hands brushing against her bare arms.
Almost instantly, she gave his lips an open access and her back melted against his chest. He kissed down the back of her neck, leaving a trail of sweet wetness in his wake.
“Jug.” she moaned.
Growling, he turned her around and ravaged his lips, savoring her taste. In one swift movement he lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his hips clinging to him lika a kitten.
He swallowed her soft moans and walked into the room. He knelt in front of the bed which she didn’t notice before and sat her down on the surface.
He kept kissing her, showing her how good he was with his sinful lips. His hand on the bsck of her head unraveled the knot of her hair and it rolled down her back in curly waves. He gripped her hair in his hand and tipped her head back as he hissed down her throat.
Pulling back, he raised the hem of her dress upward and gently pulled it over her head, leaving her naked.
He growled lowly, eyes darkening. Her ample breats spilled out as if offering to him.
He lowered his head and sucked on a pink nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak, making her lose her mind. His other hand fondled her other breast and her fingers come running through his hair and down his shoulders.
He sucked on each bosom giving a fair pleasure to her heaving chest. After this, he pulled away from her for a mere moment, throwing off his clothes, and stood there naked in front of her. He was so beautiful.
She crawled backwards on the bed as he crawled towards her.
Hovering over her “You’re not wearing an underwear,” he whispered huskily into her ear.
She didn’t say anything but he could feel her arousal.
He put his weight in his arms and descended his lips to the crock of her neck. “You were expecting me to punish you for not wearing any underwear, Princess?”
“Then why. Tell my baby” he demanded, darting his tongue out and sucking on tje sweet spot he had found on her neck.
She trembled uder his touch and moaned his name our loud. Fondling her breasts, he pulled back slightly and looked at her closed eyes.
“I… I didn’t have anymore left” she admitted, blushing furiously.
He grinned evilly and lifted her legs over his arms opening her legs wide, he lowered his lips in her pussy and made her scream out his name in pleasure. She arched her back and gripped the sheets in her hands.
He drove her crazy - insane. His tongue lapped up her juices and thrust in and out of her making her world quiver and shatter. Soon she was falling apart and he watched her intently.
He licked after every last bit of her release and hovered above her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, leaning down to kiss her deeply. His erection brushed against her core and it send tingles all the way to her toes. She moaned and arched her back , pressing her chest against him.
“I’m going to take you now, Princess,” he warned stroking her cheek. “I’m claiming you as mine”
“Say it” he growled
“Yes,” she moaned, feeling his erection pressing against her “I’m yours Jug”
Gently he thrust his length into her. She was too tight and that left him going still. He gritted his teeth abd clenched his jaw tightly. He waited for her to adjust until he felt her legs tightening around him and her fingernails tearing in his back silently asking for more.
He pulled out and thrust into her again. Slowly. Gently. He latched his lips on hers and swallowed her moans as he kept gently thrusting into her tight core.
“Tight,” he grunted, pulling hack slightly and looking at her face. “Fuck, Princess” he cursed. “You like that?”
She moaned her response, fingernails clutching on his back.
His thrusts went faster. Harder. Deeper.
He growled lowly and buried his face at the crock of her neck. He licked her sweet spot and grazed his teeth against the love bite he painted upon her skin.
Just then he felt her walls tightening around him. She was coming. With one last deep thrust, she came undone and he fell apart, after her. He held her tight as she milked him.
“There tou go,” he murmured to her neck
She took a deep breath and her walls tightened tightly around him instinctively when she felt him slowly pulling out.
“Fuck” he cured silently. He pulled out of her and cupped her face “Baby, did I hurt you?”
She smiled lazily as if feeling sleepy.
“No,” she whispered “I’m fine”
She frowned then blushed once she saw the evil smirk playing on his sinful lips and the way his eyes flashed something darker - something sinful.
He chuckled lowly when he was the horror on her face “Don’t worry,Princess” he assured. “There will be next time”
She relaxed. He laid down beside her and pulled her against his side, pulling the sheets over their naked bodies. She snuggled into his arms and sighed dreamly.
He kissed the top of her neck “I love you, Princesses”
She looked at him “I love you too” she murmured and kissed him softly on the lips.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and stood up. She watched in utter confusion as he went towards the dark corner of the room. His naked body shone under the moonlight and she flushed slightly seeing her claw marks visible in his back.
When he come back, she sat up and the sheets feel on her waist revealing her breasts. He sat up on the bed and placed a box in front of her.
It was a gift. She covered her face with her hand and l looked at him almost bursting in tears. She didn’t think she could love this man more than she already did.
She raised in her knees and threw her arms around his neck
“Thank you so much”
“Happy birthday love”
Almost immediately, she puled away from him and excidely untied the ribbon that sealed the gift. Once the box was opened, she looked inside it and gasped.
She looked at him and reddened.
“Brand new panties?”
“‘Let Her Eat Grapes!’ is an interrogation of Dutch still life painting by insertion of black female body into the work. This is meant to illuminate the tension between aestheticizing the abundance that appears in the domestic sphere, while the Dutch were capitalizing off of black bodies through slavery at the same point in history.” - Madelyne Beckles
Author’s Notes:Here it is, folks. The conclusion to this smutty little journey. This series has been an absolute blast to write. It was definitely a challenge dipping my toes into pools of different writing styles, but I had a ton of fun writing this. Thank you so much to all of you for reading and for leaving wonderful bits of feedback. As always, thank you so very much to the beautiful @piecesofscully for being an incredibly encouraging beta and someone with whom I can shamelessly spiral. Thanks, babe!
She is nearly done with organizing the last of her slides in her designated area near the back of the newly reconstructed basement office when she is startled by a loud thump.
“Scully! Door!” Mulder demands, his voice muffled behind the closed door.
“It’s unlocked, Mulder!” She yells back.
She leans down to her microscope once more only to be startled again by yet another loud thump.
“Jesus, Mulder,” she mutters under her breath as she crosses to the door. She swings it open to reveal her partner balancing two cardboard boxes precariously stacked one on top of the other.
He stumbles toward his desk and drops his cargo loudly onto the clean surface, the dust from the boxes soaring into the air like infectious spores. She waves them off with a flick of her wrist.
“What is all this, Mulder?”
He looks at her sideways before lifting the lid off the top box. “Files.”
Scully’s eyes involuntarily shift to the series of filing cabinets that line their freshly painted walls. “Mulder, what files? These X-Files stayed in this office the entirety of Agent Fowley and Agent Spender’s assignment.”
Mulder’s silence screams at her as he steadfastly ignores her and thumbs through the various folders.
“Right? Mulder? All of The X-Files stayed intact. Here in the office. Right?”
Taking a large breath, he answers, “Yes, Scully. Those X-Files stayed right here in the office. Those. Files.” He casts a mildly contrite glance at her for a beat before stressing, “Those.”
She crosses her arms over her chest as her head tilts in admonishment. “Mulder, you didn’t.”
“Hey, I needed some light reading while we were off shoveling literal shit, Scully. What Diana and Spender don’t know won’t hurt them, and besides, we have The X-Files back. These are officially our files again.”
“I’m a secret Witch and don’t have access to herbs. What can I use instead of ____?”
“I can’t afford a cauldron, what can I use instead?”
“I can’t get ______, can I use _______?”
So I get this kind of question a lot. Witchcraft in the modern day, especially Witchcraft as it’s practiced by younger people and/or people on social media Witchcraft groups, has a certain aesthetic around it that tends to popularise expensive cauldrons, gem-studded wands, expensive black velvet shawls, and all the other trappings of a field that has become caught, like so many things, in the web of materialism and a desire to be identifiably “Witchy”. Now, please understand that this is not an inherently bad thing - common aesthetic or cosmetic themes are a trope common to many cultures and subcultures around the world and through history. They serve as common binding elements, giving people a much-needed sense of community, a sense of belonging, and a certain amount of morale boosting that might otherwise be hard for a person in a somewhat shunned subculture to achieve.
However, for those who are unable to make this kind of subculture connection apparent for whatever reason be it societal, financial or otherwise, or for those who wish an alternative presentation and practice of the Craft, this can sometimes be problematic. Many Witchcraft resources online assume that a Witch has free and open access to certain things, such as a metal cauldron, a ceremonial athame, a certain number of expensive herbs or crystals, or other such tools or components. Since this isn’t always practical, here is a simple substitution guide for you, giving a non-exhaustive list of potential, basic substitutions.
Please bear in mind, this list only gives example substitutions - other options are also potentially possible!
Athame Most knives, especially things like letter-openers that are not
used for eating. It doesn’t have to be sharp, as athames should never be used
for cutting - that’s a boline’s job
Boline A boline is simply a sharp knife that is used for cutting spell
ingredients and the like. Any sharp knife will do, just cleanse it
appropriately before and after.
Cauldron Most bowls, though metal or fired and glazed clay is best as
these materials are both fireproof and waterproof. Flowerpots or ceramic mugs can work if nothing else is available!
Chalice Any glass will work, however something special and with a stem,
like a decorative or ornate wine glass, would be most suitable. You could also use a special or ornate mug, but one either without a handle or with two handles would be better than one with a single handle.
Coloured candles If you don’t mind the lack of colour, white is a good “general”
colour. However, if the colour is essential, consider tying coloured ribbons
around the base. Do not melt crayons into the wax, however - this can clog the candle-wick and cause it to explode, potentially violently.
Crystals Look up the associations for that stone, and see if any more
common ones would do. In a pinch, consider instead writing the intentions on
paper and burning it, or using stones from around your area that you feel have an appropriate energy.
Deity statues If your deities would find it appropriate, it may be possible to simply write their name on a candle, or inscribe a basic god or goddess figure into one, and burn that in place of using a statue or idol of your deities.
Grimmoiré A grimmoiré is really just a book that’s written in. Any notebook
will work, no matter if it’s bound in singed leather or in a plastic spiral-bound
Herbs Again, consider possible alternatives - if sage isn’t available,
rosemary is a good protective. If you don’t have feverfew for a headache charm,
consider willow leaves or bark.
Pentacle table top A pentacle drawn on a piece of paper will work well as an alternative, or you could consider using something like water daubed into a pentagram on the table top.
Ritual or altar cloth Cleanse and bless any clean, appropriately coloured fabric and
it will work well. A bedsheet is an ideal altar cloth. Black cloth is reserved
for Samhain or funerary altars.
Wands A wand is simply a channelling device for your own innate energies and abilities, so anything that channels will work. Something like a stick that’s been blessed will do, as will any rod made out of metal.
Some time ago you talked about things that get you excited in games (like the dialogues in Uncharted 4). There are any upcoming game this year that are you looking for?
Persona 5 in two weeks, hands down, end of story. There are very few games I actively look forward to - the majority of games are usually more of a “Oh, that’s coming. I’ll probably get it” type acknowledgement than anything else. I know how much work goes into AAA game dev, and I enjoy my time with them, but they don’t really excite me much. I like playing them, and they’re interesting, but I don’t feel like I’m missing out if I wait a bit and pick it up later (or sometimes not at all, like how I never purchased a WiiU). My exception to this is the Persona series. I’ve been a huge fan since playing through Persona 3 on the PS2, and I love it from so many different angles. It is the one series I actually get excited about.
For those who are unfamiliar with this series, it’s an utterly bizarre combination of Pokemon-style battle and collection gameplay, Visual Novel Scheduled Dating Sim character and relationship building, and randomly-generated dungeon crawler all wrapped up in an urban fantasy JRPG setting, and it is wonderful. I didn’t think that such disparate core gameplay systems could work so well together, but they synergize like peanut butter and chocolate in a way that got me hooked from the get go.
The metaplot moves forward through day-to-day scheduled gameplay, where the player’s protagonist character meets and befriends characters in a Japanese high school setting over the course of a school year. Each character relationship is represented by a specific tarot arcana, and the strength of your friendship with that character also affects the strength of the pokemon you can collect and summon of that tarot arcana. The pokemon are necessary to battle the enemies in the randomly generated dungeons, which you must complete in order to advance the plot, which opens up access to more of the individual character storylines, which let your pokemon get stronger, which makes the dungeons easier, which lets you advance the plot… and so on. The relationships you build with your teammates translate into improvements in battle. The pokemon you collect also help build closer relationships with your friends. The money and items you collect in the random dungeons are used to buy better equipment, but also gifts for friends and toys and books for stat increases. It’s a fantastic multi-level synergistic feedback cycle that kept me playing for hours because of how many connection points there are between the different core gameplay systems.
From a developer’s perspective, Persona 5 specifically has got me very interested in their presentation and user interface design. The game is highly visually stylized, and that extends to the UI as well. But it isn’t something particularly basic either - the fonts,
the color scheme, the lettering are all highly stylized as well. Just thinking about how they managed to get the fonts to work with that kind of stylization must have been a huge design challenge… especially because they knew they had to localize it to a whole different writing system, while still maintaining the style of the game. I’ve done localization before - fitting stuff from other languages into limited text space is already a challenge, but doing so while adhering to this gorgeous visual style guide is a super daunting task. Are they only rotating or highlighting specific letters? Is there some kind of special preprocessing pass for the the text? Is everything drawn separately and simply treated as a texture? My mind is abuzz with possibilities.
As a player, I love great character development, story development, and deep RPG combat systems. As a developer, I really like seeing how different and deep gameplay systems interact and intersect with each other. The Persona series has managed to keep me fascinated as both a player and a developer for quite some time. Combine this with the
genre-bending fusion score by Shoji Meguro and I’ve got a game that I’ll easily sink 80+ hours into without blinking and still go back for more. Persona is the only game series I actively avoid spoilers and marketing for, because I know for certain that I will be buying it and I want to remain as unspoiled as possible.
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