#whatever. still true

[eydilily]

2 sore losers!

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[egophiliac]

did this as a quick scribble at like 1 AM last night and...immediately lost all motivation to ever clean it up. ( ᐛ ) but I had to draw my son being the fanciest little flower boy who ever threw petals down an aisle. oh my god.

[marciaillust]

I added some colours to her :)

[c-kiddo]

thinking abt this .. the panic :( the way he just holds onto himself :( just tells himself theres work to do : (

also look at the little beetle carapace belle left for him :(((((

[knxfesck]

for some reason I can never take those heartwarming diaspora industry speeches seriously. Like that star navigation metaphor was cool and all but I'm not getting how your mother escaping being killed by US bombs in vietnam and you working for nasa uh. reconcile with eachother.

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Don't mind me, just thinking about a character recovering from an illness or injury. The danger has passed, but they're still weak and exhaustion follows them like a heavy cloud. Comfort food is brought regularly. Soft clothes. Blankets. Fuzzy socks.

Particularly, the image of them sleeping on a squashy looking couch. Maybe they kicked off the blankets. Golden sunlight bathes them in warmth, and it's heavenly. Their hair is fluffed and messy.

And their companion stops themselves in the threshold of the door, not wanting to disturb this rare moment of bliss. They're carrying a tray of warm food, and the steam catches in the sun's rays just right.

They smile. Lunch can wait.

[mamawasatesttube]

people love to act like tim and kon were constantly at each other's throats in yj98, as if they didn't largely settle down within the first ten issues and as if the worst of ""kon"" antagonizing tim wasn't actually match. like, even after their big fight on apokolips, we literally see kon regretting that he didn't listen to robin (sb94 #92), wondering how to reach out to him and apologize even though he still is upset that tim hasn't shared his identity (yj98 #38), and instantly welcoming tim back to the team after "world without young justice" (yj98 #46), where they hold hands after kon's all like hehe i know your name now, TIM. hehe! and then tim stands there nodding while kon (age 1) tells poor ray (age 19) that he's a fossil and can leave now. like. be serious. tim and kon get along great. they're just menaces to the rest of the world, together.

[pact-in-progress]

Thirteen loves freedom. Her symbol is a butterfly which also represents freedom. She speaks her own mind, dresses her own style, lives on her own terms and rather spend time alone so others aren’t a problem.

MC in contrast who felt as if they’ve lost their freedom. Who felt burden ever since S2 (ironically Thirteen's first unnamed mention the lesson before the disaster) and since then were bound by duty to hone their sorcerer skills to protect the human/ 3 realms.

They'd caused damage to it. If they don't work hard to atone and protect the 3 realms they should have been the one stabbed instead

By S4 they were essentially blackmailed into joining the student council and since then worried about contributing with council duties, appearances, demons and their opinions on a human in power, nobles convincing Diavolo the human is a threat, RAD students protesting, Sorcerer’s Society who don’t trust them, all while still keeping up with Solomon's classes, continuing to improve their magic, keeping up with RAD classes and homework, and fitting in as the good human who brings everyone together, spending time with their— when was the last time they've spent time with their friends and loved ones? Once you think about their situation returning from the NB timeline it gets even worse. They still have to figure out what happened and who Nightbringer is, all while MC’s powers spiked up and were then tested by the ones they trusted and while there’s clearly tension between the 3 species & realms.

And then there’s Thirteen.

Thirteen exists outside it all. A reaper who isn’t bound to the Devildom, Celestial Realm, or Human World. She’s also said to be different from other reapers and operate her own way. She’ll only ever involve herself if it interests her —which mainly includes you— but otherwise she doesn’t care for the most part.

MC somehow makes enough time to spend with Thirteen at times in a cafe or walk around shopping helping her find new trap materials. Thirteen doesn’t ask anything from MC except their presence (and compliment her traps, of course). MC doesn’t feel like a threat, burden, or see expectations laid out for them. Even with all her chaos and unpredictability, it somehow brings a sense of comfort. Anyone else would question whether you’re right in the head for that. But with Thirteen MC feels something they don’t feel often anymore: Freedom. They admire her sense of freedom and relish in theirs when they have time to spare with Thirteen. It won’t break them free or entirely unbound, but it makes them feel less trapped. Less alone. They’re not alone.

[ddeerslayer]

Jokes aside, Bunny eats a lot quickly because of two reasons. One, he was a sibling, a younger sibling (the dinner table is a war zone people). Two, his parents sent him away to school without money (or without much of it), and he probably got used to filling his belly when he could, not knowing when the next time he’d be able to would come. ALSO why he’s so used to mooching off of friends and not feeling remorse, along with just not paying food bills (what he told Richard during their dinner).

[sabo-torao]

tasting fire

[jemgirl86]

Bucky, Yelena, or any of the other Thunderbolts* could’ve exposed Val at that press conference, or at any other point during the next 14 months if they had really wanted to, and still could’ve continued to work together as a team afterward. It was not a “one or the other” situation. These people had choices.

[lsunstreakerl]

rico/max breeding kink :)

here is one of our straggling kink prompts!

this is a kink prompt fill so it's explicit. Rico POV, 1.5k words.

pairings: rico verhoeven/max verstappen

relevant heads up: omegaverse, breeding kink, knotting, maxussy, discussion of pups, traditional alpha rico (in a good way?), retired max, slight somnophilia at the beginning (established relationship), omega max, alpha rico

Rico runs his fingers gently over Max's hip, licking into him carefully. His omega is asleep still, all pliant limbs and the sweet scent of want.

Rico's been lapping at his slick for a few minutes, losing himself in the taste of it, sticky sweet and wet. Taking care of Max is important- he can't imagine anything that needs his attention more, not now.

His perfect mate has retired, six gleaming trophies on their walls, and now he wants pups, their pups- wants Rico to fuck him full of a litter, wants to build the perfect nursery nest.

Rico never would have pushed the decision at Max, but he's overjoyed that it's what Max decided he wanted, because Rico can't imagine anything more fulfilling.

Providing for his mate, their kids- there's no higher calling. Max is going to be a perfect dame, Rico knows it, and he's excited about their future- little pattering feet around the house, messy backpacks and tiny abandoned shoes by the door.

But that's for later. What Rico is happy about now is that Max is finally letting him take care of him. His omega is tolerant of it usually- always let Rico scent him excessively before drivers gatherings, stays put after knotting until Rico is sure everything's okay- but he's grumpy about it.

Now, Rico is getting away with everything. It's simple, really. He needs Max to be as unstressed and relaxed as possible, needs his body to understand that he's completely safe and protected, that Rico would never let anything happen to him- the most ideal circumstances possible for his mate to be successfully bred.

Max shifts underneath him, scent deepening as he starts to wake up. Rico licks into him again, working his tongue inside where Max is soaking wet, slick walls having tiny little contractions as he starts to squirm.

Rico presses his nose against Max's clit, relishing in the way Max's legs wrap around his head as his mate wakes up.

"Ah- Rico, I'm going to-"

Perfect, gorgeous omega. He always gets so shy about this kind of thing, when Rico's worked him up in his sleep, gotten him right to the edge so that the first thing he does when he wakes up is orgasm.

It's how an omega should be treated.

Rico grins, squeezing at Max's hip gently as he starts to grind against his face, small little circles in tune with his breathy gasps.

"Rico-"

"Go on baby, it's okay."

Max cries out, thighs squeezing around Rico's head as he comes, a fresh run of slick dripping out of him. His scent fills the room, deep notes of satisfied omega soaking into their sheets. Rico wishes he could wear it like a cologne.

He's still lapping at Max, tasting his mate as he works him through his orgasm, legs trembling as they relax from around his head.

"Alpha..."

Rico crawls up the bed, bracketing Max underneath him as he leans down to kiss him.

Max whines at the taste of his own slick, goes pliant underneath him even more than before. His head tilts back, exposing his throat and his mating bite- it's a perfect submissive presentation, and even though Max isn't always personally into that, he'd figured out a few years ago that Rico goes wild for it.

Rico rumbles, pressing them chest to chest as Max cants his hips underneath him, arching his head back further.

"Rico, alpha- wanna knot, please-"

His rumble tips into a growl, teeth nipping at their mating mark. Max never needs to beg for his knot- Rico gives it to him whenever he wants, all the time. It's Max's right, as an omega.

He slides one hand down, fingers pressing into where Max is slick and open. Max spreads his legs further, whining into Rico's hair as he easily slides three fingers inside of him.

"I need four, baby. Let me get to four and you can have it."

There's a thin desperate scent curling into Max's needy one, and Rico knows his omega is impatient, always, but he'll never skip the prep, wouldn't ever hurt his mate.

It takes a few minutes, during which Max starts to pant, and Rico can smell that he's cresting again, so he's on a time limit here- jacks himself off a few times before he fits the head of his cock against Max's entrance, puffy and wet.

Max moans, scent curling around him, desperate and thick- it's intoxicating, being surrounded by the scent of an omega so clearly needing to be bred, to be knotted.

Rico is more than willing to provide.

He sinks in slowly, carefully watching for any discomfort, the same way he does every time, even though it drives Max up the wall.

True to form, Max tries to buck his hips, take even more of Rico's cock than he's ready for, nails digging into Rico's back below his shoulders.

Rico loves having claw marks down his back- it's a sign that he's a good alpha. He brings one hand down to hold Max's waist in place, because as hot as the impatience is, Rico hasn't and never will let him indulge in it.

He thinks, and then carefully grabs on of Max's hands, setting it between Max's hips, underneath his own hand.

The noise that comes out of Max when he realizes is filthy, accompanied by a rush of slick around Rico's cock.

"Alpha- so big, please,"

Rico pulls out and shallowly fucks back in, and he knows Max can feel it inside of him, the slight bulge under his skin.

Max writhes, wet and desperate- feeling it like that always makes him wild, eyes rolling back as he exposes his neck, trying to look as enticing as possible.

Rico rumbles, and then he's pressing all the way in, his hips bumping against Max's.

The moan from his omega is slurred this time, hormones hitting Max in full force. Rico loves when he gets like this, needs Rico to do everything for him, too focused on getting knotted and bred.

It means he'll have a very tolerant version of Max when he's done, one that he can get away with trying to spoil.

He pulls back out, the wet slide of skin and slick loud in the room, before he's setting a steady pace, knot starting to swell.

Max's hands are back between Rico's shoulders, nails leaving stinging lines down his back as he keeps a steady pace, his mate falling apart underneath him.

"So pretty Max, you're such a beautiful omega, going to be the prettiest dame- you'll take such good care of the pups, and I'll take such good care of you-"

He's not even sure what he's saying, just whatever comes to mind. The scents are starting to get to him, a heady mixture of his and Max's, and it's harder to think beyond knot-mate-breed running through his head.

His knot bumps against Max, and he picks up his pace slightly, Max writhing underneath him, as Rico presses in again and again, closer to the edge each time.

When Rico finally snaps his hips in, knot popping inside of Max as he cums, his omega leaves deep lines down his back, orgasm hitting him as Rico has him locked down.

"Rico!"

He drops his head down, teeth fitting over Max's mating mark, biting down just enough for Max's scent to gush around him, dizzying with its intensity.

His mate, his omega- Max is perfect underneath him, taking every last drop Rico has to give him. He's boneless, and he smells deeply satisfied, the scent of happy-bred-mate permeating the room.

Rico turns them carefully, lying on their sides as he keeps Max close to his chest. It'll take some time for his knot to go down, and then he'll want Max to stay in one spot anyways, keeping his hips elevated.

Not that Rico has any objections to constantly knotting Max raw- but they want it to take, which means Max has to put up with Rico and his "overbearing" habits.

Max purrs into his neck, hair brushing against his nose.

Rico keeps one arm carefully wrapped around his waist, burying his face into Max's hair as he lets Max adjust.

He needs to get more of the nursery furniture ordered, and follow up on some emails with his management team. He also needs to get back with some of Max's friends who have reached out, wanting to visit but not wanting to overstep any territorial boundaries.

Max will appreciate seeing them.

He rumbles, feels Max relax even further against him.

Two pups would be good. He knows a litter size can vary wildly, and he'll be overjoyed with any pups they have, but-

Two would nice. Rico has an older sister, and Max has Victoria, who's younger, but they'd discussed wanting their pups to have siblings.

Max is going to be an incredible parent, even if he isn't sure himself. They've had couples therapy before, and they should probably start up again while they're trying- Rico doesn't want to accidentally miss an insecurity, and Max likes to let things fester.

Still- he noses at his mates hair, letting the purring against his chest settle him.

There's nothing else he wants more than this. Him and Max, and whatever life throws at them.

[finalgirlminamurray]

the substance... sunset boulevard musical revival... death becomes her musical premiering... we've really been getting a lot of interest in horror/thriller media about women's fears of aging and the effect it has on their careers in the entertainment industry. which is interesting. anyway substance stage musical when

[mamawasatesttube]

ive decided to mentally rewrite adventure comics (2009) in my head in order to make the plot palatable. kon is still trying to be like "maybe there's good in him??" about lex luthor, but it's no longer because he sees himself as a clex venn diagram, because that retcon is stupid and means nothing to me.

why, then, is kon invested in trying to see if lex has any redeeming qualities?

simple. it's what luke skywalker would do.

[crxzytogether]

when they havent known what personal space(with each other) is since the beginning