#lily lectures

[rebel-sqrrl]

Pondering Lily's avoidant...ism? Is that a word? idk. Anyway, she sure does like running away from and/or not looking at her problems.

Clustermate tries to explain things? Don't listen to that weirdo.

Friction with the NY PRT? Leave the city for a month.

Find out about problems with the PRT and Protectorate as a whole? Quit.

Teammates send Endbringers to slaughter their enemies? Go have a quickie somewhere else to avoid seeing the destruction.

Bunch of kids get dismembered? Stay outside as a "lookout" to avoid seeing them.

Girlfriend gets hurt? Avoid her and do some killing about it instead.

Girlfriend flays a bunch of corpses? Walk away.

Teammates suck? Quit.

She's mastered the art of "just walk away," including the special "I look away. I do not see it" technique

[rebel-sqrrl]

No you're completely right. Turns out, the girl who gets the power to make her attacks go in a straight line regardless of external factors has a very straightforward way of thinking lol

Not to shit on a mutual's blorbo, but I feel like Lily could've gotten way more creative with Sting. Certainly the physics-deleting, god-killing alien weapon has more than two modes, and types of applicable targets?

[alwayshinny]

Hinny - Bridgerton Edition 🪻📜

[storiesoflilies]

hi guys!

just wanted to pop in and say that everything is okay with teddy! thankyou to everyone who sent well wishes, i love and appreciate you guys so very much <333

as for me, i’m still coming down from the stress from the past couple of days. i’m not going to lie, i spiraled into a negative headspace to things unrelated to what happened to teddy. i don’t really know why i did, but i’m trying my best to cheer up n be my usual bubbly self!!

so please bear with me guys! i will be here, just maybe a little quieter for a bit :)

much love,

Lily xo

(p.s: here’s a little pic of teddy :3 )

[cruesuffix]

The yearning for Mick is actually insane. Just looking at his beautiful face makes me wanna cry, knowing that I'll never get a chance to hug him or even say a word to him. I'm a broke teenager, and I don't have the money to buy his signed album, plus shipping to Europe is hella expensive. I wish I could buy it so much, to have him acknowledge my existence in some way, but I fear that he'll just die by the time I turn 18 or have enough money. Him being just pixels in my screen, a few headcanons and a chatbot on c.ai hurts so much.

i felt this to my very core UGHHHH

like… as an adult i’m still too broke to buy his album. embarrassing to say too cause like… i should be able to buy the album he worked so tirelessly on, at least to give back in some way. that’s the thing that trips me up the most. he’s spent his entire life to give to his fans and what am i doing to give back to him?? absolutely fuck all. i want nothing more than to just sit with him for a moment and really tell him how much i appreciate him but i can’t. i hate it. listening to him album on Spotify really isn’t enough. he deserves all the money coming out of my pocket. (too far??)

like omg not to be parasocial but i just want him to know how much i love and appreciate him… like it’s so bad and pathetic for me tbh. i personally can’t do all that ai stuff but it’s still bad cause i’ll literally just sit in bed at night and think about lil scenarios between me and him like a fucking lunatic AHHHHHHHH (so now do we understand how insane i am??)… like isn’t it so crazy to be going this insane for someone who doesn’t even know you exist? i still do it though! i’m so crazy i even made a twt post for his birthday thinking he’d actually ever see it LMAOOO like it’s so bad. i’m so delusional sometimes i think someone important will see this blog and alert it to him so he can stalk through it. not like i’m doing anything impressive on this acc but… actually this is making me sound very insane omg but you started it anon!! (also… maybe it isn’t a good idea for peepaw to peruse this blog cause i do make fun of him a lot LMAOOO and i call him peepaw which also makes me lose ten points in the likability factor)

still… i understand this to a T. wanting any sort of acknowledgement, any way for him to at least know you exist, even just a word or a hug. literally anything… cause i would probably do anything just to have him know how loved he is. ofc realistically, the probabilities of that happening to any of us is pretty low but A GIRL CAN STILL DREAM!!

[procrastinatorproject]

I think I might have had a bit of a revalation this fine morning.

Last night, @horizonproblems and I attended this truly amazing talk in a public lecture series on Star Trek that my uni is hosting this term. (It was all about the Third Age of Star Trek and some very valid, nuanced perspectives on hope and optimism and writing utopias under neoliberal capitalism and it was just... amazing. But that's not the point right now XD)

Afterwards, we chatted with the presenter about "Trekademia" (I love that concept so much!). I mentioned I'd seen the call for papers/talks for this lecture series that went out over a year ago (I was working for the English dept. at the time), but I never applied, because the only remotely Trekademic writing I'd ever done was my in-universe essay on holo-sentience and holographic food "The Cake is a Lie". And he asked me to send him a link, even though I never managed to finish writing and it's essentially missing the most interesting section.

But I took the opportunity to reread what I have posted and then look through my WIPs and I realized something: One of the reasons I think I was never able to finish writing the findings section of this "paper" is because I had So Many Ideas that I wanted to weave in. So many little moments with the holos, so many character facets and worldbuilding snippets. And it doesn't work with the extremely academic tone I'm going for.

And after sleeping on it, it occurred to me: I can still post all the outtakes that don't make it into the actual paper! I can keep the tone and focus of that essay and cut out any extraneous bits that don't work in that fram -- and then post a separate work that's like... the researchers field notes or something, where I put aaaalll the little details that didn't make the cut of the official writing!

It will be in bullet points and disconnected and self-indulgent as all heck -- but I'm sure there will be at least a handful of people out there apart from me who would still enjoy that particular take on various holo-headcanons. And even if I'd only be writing it for me, that would still be allowed!

So, no promises that anything might happen, but I just wanted to put it out there as a reminder to myself, if nothing else. Being deeply attached to your ideas and self-indulgent bits of writing is allowed! And even if you need to cut them from the concrete story you're trying to tell because they hurt the pacing or structure or tone, that doesn't mean you have to completely abandon them. There are always ways to share your outtakes and additional notes, on AO3 or tumblr or Discord or whatever, and you're always allowed to share them. Even if nobody but yourself will get a kick out of them, you're still allowed!

(And chances are, somebody else will be interested in reading your rambling thoughts and delighted to find them, actually.)

[endosexual]

Overview of key concepts for the study of culture? In a non-woke world the class would be overview of the key rpf-fics for the study of gary nevilles gayness

[rebel-sqrrl]

I like how, that one time, Lily overreacted to something because she was really stressed, got angry, and stabbed Taylor, which Sabah didn't like.

And then that other time, Lily overreacted to something because she was really stressed, got angry, and insulted Sabah's outfit, which Sabah didn't like.

And then that other time, Lily overreacted to something because she was really stressed, got angry, and killed May, which Sabah didn't like.

And then that other time, Lily overreacted to something because she was really stressed, got angry, and left Sabah to fight a Titan on her own, which Sabah didn't like.

She really does cause every single problem in the relationship, doesn't she? And always more or less the same way. She's stressed/scared/hurt(/high on painkillers probably for the May thing), overreacts to something, gets angry/possessive/horrified, and does something (often violence) that upsets Sabah. I think, perhaps, Lily is not good at relationships lol. Or handling her emotions.

[shortcakelils]

hello! i was wondering, what app did you use to animate that animation you did? (the one that went like okok lala)

hey hey! I used flipaclip and capcut, flipaclip to animate everything (with audio so it's synced when I put it into another app) then put the clip(s) into capcut and edited everything to how I wanted it

[lilydvoratrelundar]

lecturer started talking about how everyone has a favourite animal and people who don't are probably seen as weird and it's more common than having a favourite geographical feature and i was sat there like. you don't know me. i don't have a favourite animal but i DO have a favourite hill. fuck you aaron.

[umilily]

never have i ever not wanted to go to uni so badly.

[urielwiththegoodhair]

Thank you for helping Minnie. I know you can’t have material objects in Heaven, but you mentioned you liked lilies of the valley, so I got you these. As a thank you.

Thank you! I might try to find a way to weasel them in...

[storiesoflilies]

I CANT DO WELL WHEN I THINK YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE ME BUT I KNOW I TRY ARE YOU GONNA LEAVE ME NOW CANT YOU BE BELIEVING NOW 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[cruesuffix]

What if mick has figured out time travel i mean he’s an alien after all

if he has… i need to find him and beg him to let me time travel to go to a crue concert or something lmaooo. i wonder if he ever uses whatever time travel powers or time machine he has to watch over his younger self… its cute to think about, him trying to look out for his younger self and give him the advice he was never given. he’s an alien so i think he has that sort of power either way.

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?

c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation, use of daddy & dad, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2k

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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafe’s home later than usual— a fact she’s entirely too aware of since she’s been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye.  

Usually, she’d stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much he’s going to miss her during his meetings— sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until she’s a sobbing mess.   

However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadn’t received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that she’d never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts.  

When he came to pick her up after she’d borrowed her friend’s phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a “ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that. You know how fuckin’ worried I was?” and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because “daddy doesn’t feel like dealing with your shit tonight”, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.   

In the morning, she’d woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadn’t even left a note.   

Therefore, she’s not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.   

“Hi,” her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless. 

Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting.  

“Missed you,” she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.   

“Missed you too,” he murmurs into her hair. “Got you somethin’,” he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites.  

“What’s this for?” her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment.  

“Drove past a flower shop…guess they made me think of you,” he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end.  

“But I thought—” she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.   

“That I was mad at you?”   

She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes.  

He lets out a sigh.  

“Listen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you weren’t home and didn’t answer your phone until hours later. Thought somethin’ happened, you know?” he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.   

“I know, m’sorry. Won’t happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?”   

“You did,” he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. “Smells good, what’re you making?”   

“Oh, I made you dinner,” she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval.  

“You did? All by yourself?” his brows climb his forehead in surprise.   

She nods, a soft smile on her lips before he’s ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her. 

Usually, he’s the one cooking for them since she’s not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, she’d probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesn’t have to work late.   

“How was uni today?” he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table.  

“A lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, don’t know how I’m supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching and…I don’t think my brain works anymore,” she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.   

“Good thing you don’t need to worry that head of yours over anythin’ with me. Let dad do the thinking for you, yeah?” Rafe’s voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at him— something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.   

Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece she’s been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as she’s practically perched on a pedestal.   

Then, he’s picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.   

“Shit, this is amazin’,” he praises around the mouthful.   

She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought he’d still be mad, but then suddenly he’s not. In fact, he’s seemingly in a great mood.   

“Did you eat yet?”  

“No, was, um…waiting for you. Didn’t wanna eat alone,” her volume is nearly inaudible. 

He stops chewing.   

“Waitin’ for me, huh?” he rasps out before he’s lifting the fork closer to her mouth.   

She looks up at him, puzzled.   

“Open,” he orders and she has no choice but to obey— let him feed her because truthfully, whenever she’s around him she gets a little dumb; can’t really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.   

“Good, right?”  

She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.   

“Always so messy, huh?” he tuts disapprovingly, even if he’s the one holding the fork.   

However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.   

“There we go,” he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.   

She swallows.   

“Want some water?” he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words.  

Then, he’s tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides she’s had enough— withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.    

He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, he’s placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.    

She doesn’t think she wants to eat by herself ever again.  

Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closer— warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes.  

“You put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?” he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing what’s underneath since she’s forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever she’s merely loitering around their home.  

“Look so pretty in this,” his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact.  

“Ray…” she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing.  

“Hm? You feelin’ floaty already?” he asks with a gentle cadence. And she’s not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.   

“Yeah, missed you so much,” her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before he’s smearing his mouth on hers.   

There’s something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lips— causing a whimper to escape her throat in response.  

Then, all of a sudden, he’s lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.   

“Let daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?” he coaxes her before he’s prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him.  

“Missed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ’n slow last night but you never came home.”   

“M’sorry, daddy,” she can’t help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.   

“Yeah? You gon’ make it up to me? Let me eat you ’till I forgive you?”  

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want,” she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blowson her sensitive cunt.   

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, he’s wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface.  

“Need to come, can I? Please m’gonna— ” she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way he’s practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isn’t really helping.  

After he’s hummed his agreement, she’s not able to hold it in any longer— his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. She’s shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him.  

Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, she’s a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, he’s entirely too strong and she doesn’t stand a chance. 

“Ray, s’too much, need a break—” she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure.  

However, despite her protests, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers now— pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.    

“Nah, you’re good, dad wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?” he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her.  

“I don’t know if I can—”  

“Shh, jus’ wanna make you feel nice, you don’t want me to?” he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch.  

“No, I do, I do…”   

“Then quit whinin’ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,” he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic. 

[thecruellestmonth]

We can only assume Bat fans who quibble about⚡️murder⚡️—enthusiastically endorse everything else these fictional characters do, in real life. Block and stay safe. 👌

For y'all's info the reason I'm not reblogging that ongoing post about how you can want jason to kill joker without supporting irl murder isn't that I disagree with you, I stand by y'all on it and support you, it's just with the way the post is worded reblogging it would imply that I condemn murder and I actually condone murder so I didn't want any misunderstandings!