#M/M Relationship

[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[caffstrink]

My 2 favorites

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Heartbreaking: girl who wants nothing more than to cuddle forever can’t sit in the same position for more than 5 minutes

[signourneybooks]

The Sun and the Star | A Nico di Angelo Adventure | Book 17 of Camp Half-Blood | Book Review

Book: The Sun and the Star ( Camp Half-Blood 17) by Rick Riordan and Mark OshiroRelease Date: May 2nd 2023 Tags: Young Adult | Fantasy | Greek Mythology | Roman Mythology | LGBTQ+ | m/m Relationship Trigger/Content Warnings: Violence | PTSDOther books in this series I reviewed The Trials of Apollo As the son of Hades, Nico di Angelo has been through so much, from the premature deaths of his…

[kyurochurro]

☁️💤 “what was that noise?!”

radar and henry I drew on my flight today!!

[thoughtkick]

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

R. M. Drake

[dawggirlie22]

Red Bouncing Ball

How did we go from you making me resist a red bouncing ball in my mind to you making me mindlessly bounce on your cock to the edge?

I really wanted to try resistance play- I had been fantasizing about resisting you for the longest ever and you stepping up your hypnotizing game more- challenge you- to really make me drop hard.

So you tried your normal tactics and I held for a bit- longer than normal. I started to relax with the confidence that I could in fact resist your usual ways you drop me. The relaxation was my downfall.

Then you introduced confusion inductions and this red bouncing ball. Something to visualize bouncing up and down in my brain. My kinesthetic self started to feel my eyes roll as it followed the bounce of the red ball-bouncing my eyes up and down with the ball- losing control and relinquishing my resistance to you- all over a shiny red ball.

Then you would grab the red ball and yank it out of my brain and it would stop. I would feel myself again. I stared at confusion before it would start again- trying to resist that bouncing red ball in my head. Started to feel really good to not resist.

Then you told me to bounce my body with the ball and oh look-now I’m bouncing on your cock which you knew was a weakness- I crave your cock and the feel of your cock. With your wickedly handsome Tisty grin you start layering on other things into the drop that I can’t resist anymore.

Now I’m a good cunt and you’ve set up a loop of me trying to resist the drop but giving in because I’m a good cunt for Master and what do good cunts do? They bounce on cock and edge. Bounce and edge.

When I would get close to cumming you set up a loop for me to yank myself back up so I couldn’t indulge and cum. And then you sat back and watched me loop in this resistance cycle.

I’d bite my lip to prevent myself in giving into what felt so fucking helpless but I can’t stop.

Why? Because…

I am a good cunt for you, Master and good cunts bounce and edge.

Good cunts bounce and edge.

Good cunts bounce and edge.

Good cunts bounce. Good cunts bounce. Good cunts bounce.

Good cunts bounce and edge.

Fuck.

[thezeroquotes]

She picked up the broken pieces of her life and created something beautiful. From that day forth she shone like the sun and changed the definition of broken.

Randall M. Gore

[starry-bi-sky]

Danny's used to finding lost kids in Amity.

The ghostly kind, that is. But the human variant happens on occasion too, usually when a too-lax parent takes their eyes off their child for far too long in the park. But he digresses.

It happens more often than he would like. He's not really sure what the family dynamics between ghosts are like in the Zone, he hasn't gotten around to asking about it. Although, it's not like he would be able to anyways — hard to ask questions about something you don't know much about. So far, it all seems kinda... laissez-faire.

Point is: Danny is used to finding lost kids in Amity.

It's since lost its novelty on him. Kids are kids everywhere, dead or alive, human or not. And kids are curious, and portals between the Infinite Realms and the Mortal World are rare in both dimensions. The braver ones will want to explore the things that are new and unknown to them, and they'll do so without any thought of what might happen.

The lost kids Danny finds are, more often than not, just kids who got curious about the portal and got too close to it, and ended up falling through. And in their panic and haste, accidentally fled the lab and got lost in the city.

Like right now.

The noise he makes as he squats to the ground, his knees bracketing his shoulders, is... well, the best way he could describe it is that it kind of sounds like a pigeon coo, or the trill a cat makes when you touch it while it's sleeping. It's as soft and as quiet as he could make it, while still being loud enough to be heard through his mask.

Ghostspeak is not a language that you can learn... technically speaking. That's because the majority of Ghostspeak relies heavily on core vibrations, of which Danny and other humans don't have. The verbal components that Ghostspeak does have also aren't done with the human vocal chords in mind, so most of the sounds Danny can't make.

...Except for a few.

The little noise he makes whips through the tunnel both him and the kid are in. The boy's terrified sniffling abruptly stops, if only because it's cut off by a teeny, startled gasp, and him snapping his head up at the sound.

Danny, crouched reminiscently like a frog, and a solid six feet away, tilts his head just slightly. He hunches his shoulders in and dips a little closer to the ground — it feels a bit awkward on his back, but he's found that moving unnervingly, even if it has to be animalistic, tends to help a lot in situations like these.

Lots of ghosts thrive off being weird and off-putting and inhuman; acting like one usually gets a lost ghost to calm down faster than if he didn't.

He can't parse how old the boy is — physically, he looks about eight, but he could always be older — but he can see shimmering, blue tear tracks streaking down his face. There's a snake-like seam stretching from both corners of his mouth and connecting up to his jaw, and little patches of scales around his yellow-eyes.

The boy's eyes go wide at the sight of him, before his pupils abruptly shrink into needles. The temperature plummets and the boy's mouth peels back to reveal two curved, deadly-looking fangs, and a perfunctory hiss comes out of his mouth.

"Go away!"

Danny does not go away, goosebumps rake down his arms and spine, and he cranes his neck until he hears it pop. The ringing in his ears subside, he braces and reaches back— "Ḩ̶̢̤͉̜̔̕- H̶̩́͋e̶̘̋̅̈̀ļ̵͎͉̑̒̚p̵͙̫͉̏."

He can't help the soft grunt that escapes him after, swaggling his head left and right like a lion shaking out its mane. His mask hides his grimace — he generates enough of his own ectoplasm to understand Ghostspeak and to have a few intrinsic abilities of his own, but compared to an actual ghost, it's minuscule.

It's like trying to speak in a register lower than your throat can handle; on a technical level he can in some aspects, but it still hurts to do. It's one of the few actual words he knows how to say, most are just sounds. Rumbles and trills and purrs that he's somewhat perfected.

The boy's face scrunches up, he shrinks a little away from Danny, looking both equally wary and judgmental. Which.. yeah, fair. That's the usual response. The boy croaks: "What?"

Danny tilts slightly forward — only enough to shift from a crouch to a partial kneel. He points at the boy, and then slowly draws his finger back to point at himself. "H̶̩́͋e̶̘̋̅̈̀ļ̵͎͉̑̒̚p̵͙̫͉̏," He repeats, throat straining, "ḩ̴̲̘̺͗͂ě̵̳̼̝̀̎͠͝l̶̬͈͍̳͂̓͆p̷̛̆̅͘��̢̡̧̩̟."

He reaches back and tries to flare what little ecto-signature he has, and follows up with a low-rumbling noise he knows for certain means 'safecomfortsafe'.

Danny points to the exit of the tunnel: "H̵̼̹͎̊̏́͑̂͘͜ǫ̴̠̺̜̞́̕͜m̵̪̋e̸̢̞͔̞̺͛̽."

That seems to catch the boy's attention, his head perks up and his folded, pointed ears flap slightly. Unsteadily, his knees draw away from his chest, some of his distrust melting away like frost under the sun. "You- you know where home is?"

Danny can't say the word 'yes', its out of his range and his capabilities. But he knows how to mimic the sound of 'pleased', so he presses his cheek to the ground — ignoring the unpleasant clack it makes as mask thunks against concrete — and nods, replicating the trill.

The boy looks hopeful, a crack in the ice, before suddenly remembering to be wary. He shrivels back again, his brows furrowing and eyes narrow. "Who are you?"

"H̷͇͚̹͝e̶͉͑͗͒̂͝ĺ̸̡͇̟̅p̸̰̕." Danny repeats, because he doesn't know how to say "Phantom" in ghostspeak, and not every ghost knows English — Wulf is the first to come to mind in that regard. He points again to the exit: "H̵͈͉̖̳͚̾̀͐̄̀ö̶͖͑̄͝ḿ̷̨̭̬͋͆̃́e̵̺͑."

"Is that all you know how to say?" The boy asks, (more like demands) "Help and home?"

Danny nods again, he sits back up and slowly crawls back outwards from the tunnel, gesturing for the boy to follow. "H̴̤̊o̶̢̳̻͓̿m̵̘̘̀e̸̡̝̼̓̉," is all he says, "H̴̤̊o̶̢̳̻͓̿m̵̘̘̀e̸̡̝̼̓̉."

He only crawls back a few steps before stopping — he's not actually going to leave until he's certain the kid was going to follow him. And so far he wasn't moving, yet.

They stare at each other for a few long seconds, Danny watching expectantly. Emotions run rapid and rabbit across the kid's face, flickering between uncertainty and consideration. After a few minutes, victoriously, the boy drops his legs and begins to follow.

Danny rewards him with a very pleased trill. Perhaps some of his joy bleeds through his signature— the lines in the boy's face disappear for a moment as a little giggle escapes him.

"What are you?" The boy asks him once they're closer to the entrance, Danny holds his arm out to prevent the boy from walking out, and then peers out of the tunnel for stragglers. It's the middle of the night in Amity Park, but you never really know. "You don't feel like a ghost."

Ah, well. Danny glances at the boy, how does he explain liminality to someone who might not grasp the concept, and might not even know English? He barely understands himself what he is.

Danny shrugs, and points to himself, "H̷e̵l̷p̴."

[sleevebuscemii]

i don’t give a shit about friendship i don’t give a shit about mentorship i don’t give a shit about drugs and i don’t give a shit that it’s technically only been a day and i don’t give a Shit about his wife and kids let’s go adultery let’s go losing focus and having a consensual workplace relationship

[cyellolemon]

New manga among my fav mangas ever unlocked.. they are the sillies ever

[honestlyitsjustsam]

"Hans is all the kind of fun times and all the kind ebullience of joy that Henry has in himself but it takes a bit of accessing and Hans really helps him to do that" oh Tom the man you are.

[asmodeusamaryllis]

Love trio real! It ALL mutual feelings confirmed

[eesttm]

Greg and Nick in Taskmaster Series 17

[megatronusprimedecal]

"Oh, Father."

Deluge || Episode Twenty-Three || Season Four

[nobie]

Loki and Mobius + touch s2 e1