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Mastermind - Saison 1 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/s4ZAvBir97
Koral, jeune étudiante en psychologie, fait la connaissance de "Mastermind", un étrange inconnu qui la suit depuis quelques temps sur Facebook. Celui-ci publie d'étranges photos et poèmes, likés et suivi par des milliers de personnes dans le monde entier. Mais lorsque le nom de celui-ci apparaît mystérieusement sur une scène de crime, il va vite devenir l'une des personnes les plus recherchées au monde.
English translation :
Koral, a young psychology student, meets "Mastermind", a strange stranger who has been following her on Facebook for some time. It publishes strange photos and poems, liked and followed by thousands of people all over the world. But when his name mysteriously appears at a crime scene, he will soon become one of the most wanted people in the world.
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I smelled his cock
Last night at a mate's party in a gay - friendly cocktail bar in Piccadilly Circus, there was this fit guy there who must have been 6'3" at least, sitting at another table with another bunch of guys but they were clearly straight. He seemed to be the Alpha in the group just by the way the other guys were paying attention and respect to him.
I don't think he caught me staring but there was a point where I got up to go to the loo just as he was going. I didn't stand in the urinal next to him but I could feel his heat. There was this other guy down there who was in the narrow corridor of the urinal, sinks and cubicle. The other guy said "is embarrassing isn't it, waiting for the cubicle?".
I tried to make him feel okay by saying "we've all been there, mate" to which he laughed and the hunk to my right, so had just started pissing a steady stream, laughed and said something. I didn't actually take in what he'd said but it was with a strong Welsh accent. I think I melted slightly. So masculine and alpha.
I left the poor man to his cubicle waiting while the Welsh Rugby guy (he's gotta be a rugby player, he kinda looked like Jamie Roberts, it's not, I checked his twitter, he's in Monaco) was still pissing a strong stream into the urinal.
A while later upstairs in the bar, I was just returning after getting my drinks, I was in a slight stupor, my eyes wandering as I was walking back to the tables my friend had reserved for his birthday. I didn't realise I was looking at the Welsh guy when he said "Stop looking at my cock". He was readjusting himself. I wasn't looking at him. I wasn't even looking down! I said "it's alright mate, I'd already seen it." thinking that'd get a laugh.
He then said, within earshot of his cronies around him, "sorry you had to witness me grab my cock and make a slight readjustment", he said winking.
With that, he reached inside his jeans, under his belt, and makes another readjustment, possibly to give his balls a good scratch. I laugh and look around at the guys.
He then takes his hand out of his jeans and then laughs. Then he sticks it under my nose, laughing. The boys around him laughing too. I grab his wrist as if to stop him, but instead I look him in the eye and slowly move his fingers under my nose, smiling. "Mmmmmh", I say.
They laugh and then move away. "That bloke just smelt my cock!"
Damn. He was so hot and yes I felt like a total bitch. His bitch.
To be honest I really didn't smell much. But god dammit I wish I could smell his cock. I spent the night thinking of him and how to find him again but I know is futile.
Books
Currently reading: His Name Was Walter by Emily Rodda
The Reason why I Should Speak - Chapter 19- Renee's House (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1476885035-the-reason-why-i-should-speak-chapter-19-renee%27s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Little_Mermaid_90 This is Based on a True story about my life and I am not lying My Biological Mother wants to cover up the Truth because she doesn't want to re-live it even though God wants me to tell it.
Intimate Relations, Sudhir Kakar (Non-fiction / Psychology, 161 Pages, Paperback, Penguin Books)
The Nutmeg's Curse, Amitav Ghosh (Non-fiction, 340 Pages, Hardcover, Penguin Random House India)
For every woman in the world, knowledge and communication are the finest form of self-defence. That empowerment lies in comprehending ourselves as beasts and in accepting ourselves as we were built
Animal: The Autobiography of a Female Body; Sara Pascoe
If breast enlargement is advertised on the tube, talked about nonchalantly in newspaper columns and on chat shows, we are all complicit in making it an understandable response to body issues.
Animal: The Autobiography of a Female Body; Sara Pascoe
Every time you hear someone say ‘men are like this’ – or ‘women are like that’ – they’re wrong and you should stop listening. There is no statement that is irrevocably and absolutely true across an entire gender through culture and time and geography.
Animal: The Autobiography of a Female Body; Sara Pascoe
When someone leaves you, they should only be able to take their love with them, not your house or your stuff. Vice versa, you should never be imprisoned in an unhappy relationship because you can’t afford to leave. Economics underwrite love – any human who cannot support herself is vulnerable to others, and if we romanticise that vulnerability, if we continue to idealise it, we’re permitting the infantilisation of women and maybe even creating victims.
Animal: The Autobiography of a Female Body; Sara Pascoe
The spooky truth is how little is known about the dangers of breast implants. A medicine would go through about twenty years of testing before getting official approval to show that it’s probably safe for humans. Implants were not studied until doctors were already performing operations. In fact, all women who get their breasts enlarged are part of an ongoing experiment that could be called ‘What happens when you do this to breasts?’ It’s been trial and error ever since the first op; they’ve used substances that are poisonous and have migrated around the body, like vegetable and soy oil, they’ve used substandard and industrial-grade silicone, PIP implants were found to have a one-in-six chance of exploding, all implants make it more difficult to screen for breast cancer and can interfere with breastfeeding and/or reduce breast sensitivity, and that’s only the success stories. That’s without the awful reports of operations gone wrong, the unqualified butchers, the backstreet conmen and the deaths they’ve caused.
Animal: The Autobiography of a Female Body: Sara Pascoe
Want to know a disturbing statistic? You know I said that all women who have boob jobs are unwittingly part of an ongoing study; well, lots of studies are conducted using their data – health complications afterwards, further cosmetic procedures, etc. And a meta-analysis of all these studies found that women who’ve had breast enlargements are two to three times more likely to commit suicide than women who haven’t. We need to think about that. About why this is happening, about the vulnerabilities of the women who choose cosmetic surgery and the normalisation of such choices. When they asked cosmetic surgeons about this rise in suicides they didn’t understand: ‘they were happy with their operations,’ they said; ‘she didn’t show signs of depression.’ But someone who wants to have their body cut open, to pay for it, is already self-harming. Carving criticism on their body. The expense and clever doctors persuading us surgery is more reasonable than razor work in your own bathroom. Psychologists are now paying attention to this suicide increase, asking whether it could be a result of surgery or a predisposition in those who seek it. But the whole thing feels too casual to me. I wonder if a pill or tablet that made you three times more likely to kill yourself would get approval from government departments?
Animal: The Autobiography of a Female Body; Sara Pascoe
I’m not dead! Last year I was working on some non-fiction illustrations to expand my portfolio, when fell into a pit of computer trouble and never posted any of them. So, have some flower diagrams.
Today in ‘things I couldn’t post during computer trouble’, cell diagrams! I was working on the sort of diagrams I remember from school, so I tried plant and animal cells at the two levels of detail you’d see at GCSE and A Level here in the UK, and a virus and bacterium for good measure. I’d like to also try a more 3D approach, as they’re getting more popular in textbooks.
In today's episode of 'things from when I had no computer', some different types of soldiers from the English Civil War.
Researching these turned out to be very hard, there was a lot of conflicting information. For example, would a pikeman have a sword? I found books saying both yes and no. In the end I thought that being in the front line with only a heavy, 3-4 metre spear would practically be suicide, and I couldn't see anyone agreeing to do it unless they also had a close-range weapon.
Anyway, I did my best with the sources I could find, but I won't be surprised if a historian pops up and points out lots of problems!
The last of the non-fiction drawings from when I had computer troubles.
This was really common when I was in primary school - comparisons of clothing styles between puritans and catholic royalists. One thing I noticed though is that they tended to show upper-class royalists, and middle or lower-class puritans, so I drew a standard upper-class royalist pair (although they ended up looking way too much like the actual king and queen...) and tried to find information on what upper-class puritans would wear.
It turns out puritans were very much in favour of the social hierarchy, and upper-class puritans would have worn richer fabrics and embellishments like ribbons and lace edging to visually indicate their social standing. The open-fronted skirt was apparently a more conservative style at the time, because it required less of the more expensive outer fabric.
Inktober 2017 : Day 9.5 - brush pen and coloured ink
I always try to draw my own characters for Inktober, so this is a little extra one. I convinced a co-worker to walk home with me along the canal path and we saw a heron, so she asked for a picture with a heron and some Autumn colours. Here it is! Incidentally I have no idea what that plant is. The berries almost looked like rosehips, but it certainly wasn’t a rose. If anyone can identify it I’d be very interested.
My pal Sammy told me recently that she’s having trouble drawing trees, so I made her a cheat sheet showing the major visual features of 8 common British trees. Whatever you want to learn to do, someone on the internet already knows how to do it and has made a tutorial. XD
It’s been a while since I used my dip pen, I’m always afraid I’ll forget how to use it! I’m happy with how this turned out though. This is the Shaggy Ink-Cap, an edible mushroom native the UK (pick the baby ones if you want to eat them though). They sometimes dye your food black, and you can make ink out of them if you want to. We used to have a patch of these in our driveway but there were never enough to eat, which is a shame because they’re delicious.
A little out of season, but here are my Christmas cards from last year. I opted for simple botanical paintings, which I hadn’t done for a couple of years, and they went a LOT better than I expected! Tumblr only allows 10 pictures at once, so the other 6 are in another post.