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Casey Gardner x Fem!/Pronouns Reader
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Summary: Casey goes to your house and she notices the unusual machine in your living room, so you teach her to use it. And maybe tease her a little.
Written Curse: Use of Y/N! Second person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!--It's been a while since I saw Atypical so I hope this is not ooc o_0 See ya Darlings!
For a long time Casey had suggested going to your house or having you go to hers, but no matter how much you talked about it, there never seemed to be time or availability to plan it. In the physics class, the only one in which both were together, she returned to the subject, sitting next to you, taking advantage of the time you both had to solve some exercises.
"Hey, Y/N" she said on the air, without taking your eyes off the notebook you responded with a small sound to make it known that you were listening to her "When will I go to your house?" she said so sure that it was difficult for you not to arch your eyebrows.
"I did not know that you were invited" at this moment it was when you moved your eyes to Casey who with an unrepressed smile leaned to your direction. Grabbing a pencil, she made as if she had just been stabbed --what kind of betrayal did you just give me, oh my dearest Y/N? How could you?".
You removed the pencil and following her game you moved the pencil, seeing it delicately "What betrayal have I committed if the ignorance of my being denies me the right to greater knowledge than I, oh dear, beloved and gracefully lady Casey?".
"Okay, that was cheesy" she admitted and went back to her previous position "Yeah, that was cringe" you thought. "But I’m serious, since it seems like you going to mine is like asking for a miracle". For a few minutes, both of you focused on your work until she was done "So?", "What?" she turned her eyes with her limbs loose "About your house" without answering the question you stood up and went to the teacher to check that the exercises were well solved, seconds later you saw how your girlfriend did the same, already sitting and passing between the sheets of the notebook you thought for a while until you had her back at your side.
"How about Friday at 4:00? I will make sure the food is to your liking, your highness" you bowed over exaggerating a reverence, which Casey replied "I would expect no less from you" , "Can we know what the reason for your game is, ladies?" The teacher interrupted while he stopped to write, the others watching you but none spoke, without saying anything else the man turned his attention to the whiteboard and the students to their individual activities "At 4:00 then" whispered and you agreed, after that the class continued without anything else to mention.
Casey watched as much as she could from the living room, it was really pretty, very different from hers, there were many decorations but not too many to saturate the view or look bad and they matched very well with the color of the walls and furniture, as she moved her eyes she noticed the machine that was in the opposite corner of the door "What's that?".
Putting the things of both in place you asked what she meant, she pointed it and turning in the direction you saw towards the corner "Ah, it’s my sewing machine, well, not mine but I’m the one who uses it the most" she walks until she gets there and be in front of, examining it "it’s not like others I’ve seen" and with things in the right place you accompanied her while she kept looking at the machine --not since it’s industrial, do you want to use it?--The question was very sudden for Casey, who was slow to give you an answer but very excited "Of course" a smile formed on your lips because of her attitude.
Your mother called you to sit down and eat so that would have to wait, "What will we eat?", "Lasagna" on your way to the table after washing your hands you kept talking "I think it’s an excellent option" your mother was already sitting and handing out the dishes "the only option" you said "very well, it is better that we eat now" said your mother, you all had a piece of lasagna and another plate with salad and started eating talking about other things.
"And that’s how you thread it" you finished explaining the main thing, sitting in an individual chair and Casey in another "It’s hard to memorize" she admitted, she never really thought it would be complicated but she was wrong "At first but then it’s like walking; easy" settling in better you gave her a few papers with stripes "Since you had never used one it is better to start sewing on sheets" you turned on the machine and made sure that everything was in place "Go pressing the pedal slowly, I don’t want to have your dad here trying to find a finger all over the living room" with a funny and nervous smile she arranged the sheet by lifting the presser foot manually "you can do it with your knee" you reminded her and she did "don’t worry, I learn fast" she moved the knee making the knee brace do it equally and the presser foot rise up, and well placed as she retracted the knee and the presser foot lowered, with parallel hands began to lower the foot, at a certain height the machine began to work giving its stitches at a semi-fast speed, by reflex she stopped "Wow, you didn’t joke that is fast" you deadpanned for a moment but when you saw the line where she had sewn you almost laugh "what’s funny?" , "Nothing, nothing".
Changing the subject you concentrated on reminding her of the pressure with which the pedal should be lowered and the one to let 'the fabric' flow through the crab "Very well, I understand, but this is my first day" she stood up and stretched her arms "then there is no pie" her mouth and eyes opened, standing from the chair you heard "I didn’t know you were that kind of person" going into the kitchen and filling a glass with water you returned to where Casey was "Well, the contract says so" both sat at the same time "Damn those little letters" she sighed "I guess I won't be paid for long" you delicately placed your head on Casey's shoulder "Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss" she put her head on yours, "That's very sweet of you".
"Well, let’s go on" you restored your posture, grabbed more leaves, and made various shapes meanwhile Casey finished up withthe straight lines. When finished, she gave them to you to do a 'quality check' , "they are quite good to be your first pages" leaving them aside you gave her the new ones with a small smile, "This is taking advantage" she take them by flipping through them "How am I supposed to make a spiral?--.
You raised your shoulders but you didn’t respond, she sighed again but heavier, with a movement of your arm against hers you asked "Do you want pie?", " Of course" she said without much trouble "Then end a spiral and you will have your pie", "You're evil" she connected your foreheads seeing eachother, "But you love me" you whispered as if it were a secret to everyone except you, "Yes, I love you" slowly she closed the space between you, joining your lips, enjoying the moment. But Casey who was still with a foot on the pedal pressed it and the machine started, getting you both scared, you cleared your throat "I should go for the pie" you stood back going to the kitchen to look for the food "Ok".
For several hours Casey continued practicing, from time to time you taking turns to teach her more visually, at 7:00 you said goodbye at the main entrance. "Thank you for everything" you spoke first, the somewhat cold weather that made little clouds when talking "it’s me who should thank you Y/N, the next one will be in my house" her eyes fixed on yours seemed so full of adoration that if you asked her to stop calling Casey she would do her best to fulfill your wish "Maybe I can teach you something" she continued "like what?" she stretched her arms and surrounded you with them and as before she leaned down until kissing you again, taking her time, your hands squeezing her arms and accepting it, until she pulled away "whatever you want".
NEW CRUSH ALERT!!!
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-Izzie from the series Atypical
So we’ve been watching this series called How We Won The War and they’re currently doing a section about female ATA pilots during WW2 and holy shit look how badass they are They were the first women allowed into, let alone fly, an RAF aircraft. Their male peers were of they opinion that they should “go back to the kitchen” so only let them fly shitty archaic planes with open cockpits that nearly caused them to freeze to death one winter. They tried to make them wear skirts and stockings during winter but they were like “haha no” and wore proper flight gear instead. They flew in terrible weather with poor visibility, no radio and no electronic navigational equipment. Though not permitted to fly into combat zones they were still frequently under fire. Over time their contribution to the air force was recognised and the ATA was the first government organisation to give equal pay for equal work regardless of gender.
Are you looking at the world’s first computer programmer?
Augusta Ada King, Countess of Lovelace (10 December 1815 – 27 November 1852), born Augusta Ada Byron and now commonly known as Ada Lovelace, was an English mathematician and writer chiefly known for her work on Charles Babbage’s early mechanical general-purpose computer, the analytical engine. Her notes on the engine include what is recognised as the first algorithm intended to be processed by a machine; thanks to this, she is sometimes considered the world’s first computer programmer.
If the last name Byron sounds familiar, here’s why,
Ada was the only legitimate child of the poet Lord Byron (with Anne Isabella Milbanke, 11th Baroness Wentworth). [Text & Image Source: Wikipedia]
If you didn’t know, now you know.
I am curling up with chocolate and Chocolate. Because sometimes the only cure for what ails you is watching Jeeja Yanin fuck some people’s shit up.
Martial Arts Files-Yanin “Jeeja” Vismitananda ญาณิน “จีจ้า” วิสมิตะนันทน์
Style: Muy Thai,Tae Kwon Do,Jeet Kun Do
Vismitananda was born in Bangkok, Thailand. Her mother Prasita Vismitananda and her father Pawadol Borirak is a businessman and died when his daughter was 17. She has an older brother, Nantapong “Jeed” Vismitananda. She is mainly of Thai descent with some English and Burmese ancestry.
She holds a 3rd Dan black belt in taekwondo.
She was discovered by Prachya Pinkaew in 2003.
Her film debut was the starring role in the film Chocolate (2008), and her second movie was Raging Phoenix (2008).
Filmography:
Chocolate (2008)
Raging Phoenix (2008)
Jak Ka Ran (2011)
The Kick (2011)
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1107767469/get-anna-may-wong-on-public-tv/widget/video.html
From Colorlines:
by Channing Kennedy Thursday, November 10 2011
If you’re reading this, you’re probably interested in the history of racebending and POC representation in cinema — and that means you need to get familiar with Anna May Wong, the black-and-white-era film star who made a career out of smashing barriers in Hollywood. A new documentary by filmmaker Yunah Hong, Anna May Wong: In Her Own Words, can bring her story to PBS, but not without your help.
Wong’s Hollywood career is fascinating and instructive. Despite being a California-born native English speaker who didn’t visit China until adulthood, Wong was only given roles that reinforced stereotypes about hypersexualized, deceitful Asian women. Time’s film critic Richard Corliss identifies three rules that hemmed in Wong’s career, even at the peak of her success: she couldn’t kiss (unless she was being savaged by an Asian man), she had to die, and off-screen, she always got paid a fraction of what her co-stars earned. And for her trouble, she was cast by Chinese newspapers as a traitor and an embarrasment.
So why, as someone subject to her own misrepresentations of Asian women, did Wong take these roles? One answer is illustrated in a role she didn’t get, a cowering Chinese peasant in 1937’s The Good Earth — played in yellowface by German actress Luise Rainer. Landing the roles was Wong’s only chance to humanize the stereotypes.
Want to know how Anna May Wong felt about her career? Yunah Hong’s new documentary, made over the last eight years, tells Wong’s story through new interviews and archival footage. The film is completed, but in order for PBS to air it, Hong has to raise $12,000 in the next 19 days to pay for the archival footage’s licensing fees.
As Hong says on her Kickstarter page:
Many older Asian Americans look down on Anna for playing stock Asian characters. But a younger generation sees her as a pioneering artist who beat the odds in a tough industry. Besides her strength as a woman, I admire her for pushing herself as an actress. When her film roles were limited, she traveled around Europe performing in cabarets, polishing her talents as a singer, dancer and monologuist. When MGM didn’t cast her in The Good Earth, a film set in China, she went to China anyway and filmed her trip. Long before anyone was called a “community activist,” she devoted herself to the Chinese American community’s war effort during World War II. She was way ahead of her time. Her courage to be herself against all odds is truly inspiring, the kind of story I want my ten-year-old daughter to know.
I am not a woman of feminine frivolity or fear, but I direct these letters to you for the advantage of my whole kingdom; when you receive them accept me and the whole kingdom of Lombardy. I shall give you so many cities, castles, renowned palaces, and infinite gold and silver; over all these you will have an illustrious name if you make yourself dear to me. Do not consider me bold that I approach you first. It is permitted as much to the virile as to the feminine sex to desire a legitimate spouse. Nor does it matter if a man or a woman make the first move in love as long it involves an indissoluble marriage. Which can not be except by the consent of both. Fare well.
~ Matilda of Canossa's marriage proposal for purely political reasons to Guelph V of Bavaria, her second husband.
1089 A.D.
This Woman Does a Pretty Convincing Batman-Style Beatdown When it comes to bringing action found in popular comics, anime and video games to life, the Thousand Pounds Action Company sets a pretty high standard. They’ve done videos based off of DC Comics, Naruto Shippuden and Street Fighter and now they’re adding the Dark Knight’s latest video game to their portfolio. The young lady in the clip is Mickey Facchinello and she really makes me want to see a Batgirl kicking ass in the Batman video game universe. Folks familiar with Arkham City’s combat moveset will see a bunch of familiar moves and camera tricks. Sure, there are no costumes but, with fight choreography this good, who needs ‘em?
Holy badass, Batman! Batwoman in Arkham City anyone?
Laleh Seddigh (born 1977), is an Iranian female race car driver. Racing both on circuits and in rallies, she is recognized as the best female racer in the country. Seddigh had to get special permission from a local ayatollah in order to compete against men. A PhD student from Tehran, she has been nicknamed "a little Schumacher" after the German Formula One champion.
"Resistance from men does not bother me. Once I get on the track I like to use my technical skills, take control and dominate the other drivers."
awesomestuffwomendid:
Crushed the armies of the Holy Roman Empire who tried to attack the Vatican from 1080 to 1095 (Matilda of Tuscany)
nothing-terribly-new:
Matilda of Canossa gets her epithet from the name of her family fortress. It’s a rare badass indeed who can claim that they’re named after a castle, but if anybody in Medieval Europe is worthy of that distinction, it’s probably Matilda. For 60 years, this hardcore warrior woman kicked asses in Northern Italy, providing the main military defense force for none other than the Roman Popes, single-handedly taking on any challenges to the Papacy. She’s now one of the few women from the Middle Ages known for her prowess in combat, and her role as the Pope’s personal badass isn’t the sort of honor that got handed out to any douchebag with a castle. She was tough, nobody fucked with her, and – more importantly – as long as she was around nobody fucked with the Pope without thinking twice about it first.
Whole history.
nativeskins:
Many Native Americans welcomed African Americans into their villages. Even as slaves many African Americans became part of a family group, and many intermarried with Native Americans - thus many later became classified as Black Indians
rararasputin:
Eugène Delacroix, Clorinda Rescues Olindo und Sophronia, 1856
maybejustified:
interwar:
US soldier sharing cigarettes with a Japanese girl, 1946.
this could’ve been my grandparents
It is probably the dirty story of history: that Catherine the Great (1727-1796), the lusty ruler of Russia, was so wild with sexual desire that one day she was screwing a horse when the harness broke and killed her. It's simply not true. Catherine liked officers of the Imperial Horse Guard, not the horses. Yes, Catherine also liked sex - one of her favorite toasts was "God grant us our desires and grant them quickly." This ruler of a vast empire had a dozen documented lovers (really, male mistresses) over her thirty-four years in power. But she had them one after another. This level of sexual consumption would hardly rate a footnote for most male monarchs; in fact, their virility might have been questioned. What was unusual about Catherine was how organized she was in selecting her lovers. She had a lady-in-waiting sample the man's prowess in bed and then she had a British doctor examine him for diseases. The young officer would soon be given 100,000 rubles and a country estate. No doubt what roiled foreign diplomats was that this woman, who was pretty when young, grew stout and gray, and at age sixty-two was still taking the likes of twenty-one-year-old Platon Zuboff to bed. That bred jealousies and rumormongering, and tales of horses. Actually, Catherine was one of the greatest and toughest female monarchs of all time: this German-born princess plotted the death of her dotty husband, Czar Peter III, she expanded the borders of Russia, crushed rebellions, built gorgeous palaces, and was a generous patron of the arts, corresponding personally with Voltaire and Diderot. How did she die? Catherine suffered a stroke on her way to the water closet and died on a straw mat three days later, with eyewitnesses there.
- "Catherine the Great and the Horse" from An Underground Education by Richard Zacks
julia-turbo:
“This Victorian artificial arm and hand is part of the London Science Museum’s collection: “Made from steel and brass, this unusual prosthetic arm articulates in a number of ways. The elbow joint can be moved by releasing a spring, whereas the top joint of the wrist allows a degree of rotation and an up-and-down motion. The fingers can also curl up and straighten out. The leather upper arm piece is used to fix the prosthesis to the remaining upper arm. The rather sinister appearance of the hand suggests the wearer may have disguised it with a glove.”“
via BoingBoing
FOREHEAD PROMISE
i really didn't expect this casey story but its really intresting and realistic
THEY SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER
im in episode 5 rn and i get more gay every episode
izzie is so adorble
