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very very humbly on my hands and knees for jake x male reader stuff… like anything to do with cuddles because a guy is touch starved and i cannot stop thinking about how good of hugs jake would give����🙏🙏🙏

Hi yes I have been thinking about this since I got the ask <3 he'd be the best, I just know he's a sweetheart deep down

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Shuddering out an angry breath through gritted teeth, you stormed into Jake's off-base apartment, not even bothering to pull your boots off or get changed before you fell face first into his bed. Jake had been sitting at his desk, filling out some leftover paperwork with headphones, somehow hearing the door slam shut through the acoustic rhythm of the country music playing in his ears. He knew you'd be the only person storming in here like you owned the place. You were over often enough that you practically lived here anyway. He spun around slowly in his chair to face you. You just knew he had that awfully fond look on his face, but it did nothing to quench the rage bubbling up inside you.

“Y’alright there, mister?” There was humour in Jake's voice and you ignored the way it made the butterflies writhe in your gut.

“No.” You grumbled into his pillow, breathing in his scent that was still clinging to the sheets.

“What happened?” Jake asked, you heard movement, then felt the bed dip as he sat down next to you.

“Don't wanna talk ‘bout it.” You pulled your arms up to cross them over above your head, hiding from further the world.

Then Jake's warm hand was on your middle back, smoothing down your flight suit in a painfully tender way. He ran his thumb down the center of your back, tracing the bumps in your spine through the fabric of your flight suit.

“Admirals are assholes…” you finally grumbled.

“Oh, believe me, I know. What did Admiral Dickhead do this time?” His hand moved up your back to the base of your neck, his fingernails scraping pleasantly up your scalp through your cropped hair.

You made yourself take three long, deep, measured breaths.

You rolled over onto your side, Jake's hand moved with you until he was gently cupping your cheek, palm brushing at the five o'clock shadow you needed to shave.

“Reprimanded me for somethin' that wasn't even my fault. Wouldn't hear me out about it and threatened to make it a permanent mark on my record if I kept ‘talking back’. Insubordination or something…”

“Yeah… that tracks unfortunately. He's a jerk.” Jake's hand smoothed down your neck and over your chest, finding purchase on your hip. “But you're home now. Day's over. You can try to relax a bit.”

There was something about Jake calling his place ‘home’ that struck something inside you. This… thing, between you and Jake was still relatively new. Unlabelled and fragile, you didn't want to risk losing him but coming on too fast, yet here he was, saying you were home.

You rolled onto your back as Jake shifted, lifting himself up to straddle you. His hands held onto you just above your hips on your waist. He smiled down at you, that cocky smirk you desperately wanted to kiss off of his face. You almost hesitantly let your hands come to rest on his hairy thighs, his sleep shorts riding up slightly, your hands on his skin.

“Weren't you doin’ paperwork?” You scoffed.

“I was, but then something much more interesting stormed through my door. Figured I'd rather give him my full attention for a while.” Jake grinned, but then it became something much more sincere, much more gentle, “Especially since he seems to be hurtin’ a bit.”

“I promise I'm fine. Just got pissed off a little. It happens.” You waved him off, but held tighter to his thighs, thumbs massaging the muscle.

Jake lowered himself, looping his arms around your neck and pressing his chest to yours until he was completely flush on top of you. His breath was hot against the side of your neck. He pressed his forehead against your temple. You ran a hand up his back and held onto the nape of his neck, keeping him there.

You just breathed for a while.

With a small sound to alert you gently, Jake pushed himself up.

“Shoe's off, soldier, I think we deserve a nap.” Jake pushed your hair back, just watching you for a moment as you blinked up at him, suddenly feeling quite sleepy.

Jake helped you peel your boots off, freeing your aching feet from the confines of your woolen socks. He watched as you opted to strip your flight suit off, staying in just your dark t-shirt and boxers before crawling back into his bed.

He pulled you into his arms, tucking you under his chin. His fingers danced soothingly in your hair and under your shirt, fingernails tracing nonsense into your back.

“Thank you, Jake…” you breathed out into him, breathing in to inhale his fresh scent.

“No problem, baby. I've gotchu.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, tangling your legs with his.

Despite the tumultuous rage you had felt entering the room, you now felt safe and calm and happy. Jake had a funny habit of making you feel like that. You pushed your hands up under his shirt and enjoyed the feeling of his warm sun kissed skin under your palms as you let the exhaustion and drowsiness from the day finally weigh down on you.

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I don't do x reader stuff as often as I used to and I kinda missed it (and there's never enough male!reader content for us mlm guys) so send me some dagger/male!reader (or transmale!reader) prompts and I might drabble for it if it speaks to me <3

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Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol 

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Reblog for a larger sample size!

No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.

I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

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for @dammmithardison

“It’s only a crime if you get caught, really,” General Kenobi nodded.

“We did get caught, Sir.”

“Semantics, my dear Commander, semantics.”

“This is the best day of my life,” Fox sniffled, holding up the camera again. “General, give us a smile!”

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More poetry

Something something that feeling of restlessness, that feeling of wanting to do so much but not knowing where/how to start, that feeling of wanting to get up and run until your legs give out but theres a barrier stopping you

[Wip, no concrit please]

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I am once again dabbling in poetry. I've been thinking about strays and wolves/wolfdogs and fear aggression and relapsing and trying to let yourself be loved and hoping for a kind life that seems so alien to the one you used to live, unsure how to trust when you've only ever been faced with hate and pain. Exploring fear and vulnerability and wanting to change one's nature to soften those sharp edges and 'become' more loveable etc etc

I'm feeling a lot right now

[I am not looking for concrit, I have not written poetry in a very long time so I know it's rusty and janky, I am simply wanting to share]

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People worrying if their fic is too self indulgent like....... that is the point of fanfiction. You are supposed to indulge . Every fic is self indulgent

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What do you mean Billy died? He’s in California rocking his scars watching his boyfriend try to surf.

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New anti-AI tool from the team developing Glaze that looks to poison prompts and ruin data sets entirely.

The tool can go so far as to trick AI into generating things it didn't ask for. 50 "poisoned" images of dogs into a data set yield typical errors companies have been working to get rid of: weird proportions, extra limbs, etc. When they added 300 samples, it was drastic enough to make a data set that was trained to generate "dogs" into "cats" making the tool basically useless.

It's not out yet, but they're adding it to Glaze and they intend on making it open source.

Welcome to the age of the AI arms race.

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I know sometimes it makes folks nervous, so…

I promise we love and appreciate you and your enthusiasm and it’s not weird or creepy at all 😭😭😭💕💕💕

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Baby 'soka and her dad!!!!

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New identity: ETHAN HUNT

Icemav, Mission: Impossible AU

Summary:

Pronounced dead by the United States Navy back in 1986 after a supposedly fatal crash, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell assumed the identity of one, Ethan Hunt, after he was forcefully recruited by the Impossible Mission Force (IMF).

Ethan had left that life behind. He had left the Navy, the flying and "Pete Mitchell" behind. The last thing Ethan expected was for his old life to find him amidst the chaos in the line of duty as an agent and send his whole world spiralling.

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New identity: ETHAN HUNT

Icemav, Mission: Impossible AU

Summary:

Pronounced dead by the United States Navy back in 1986 after a supposedly fatal crash, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell assumed the identity of one, Ethan Hunt, after he was forcefully recruited by the Impossible Mission Force (IMF).

Ethan had left that life behind. He had left the Navy, the flying and "Pete Mitchell" behind. The last thing Ethan expected was for his old life to find him amidst the chaos in the line of duty as an agent and send his whole world spiralling.

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THIS

i can't imagine consuming media made by machines. when i watch, read or listen to something i can't help but think about the people behind it. their thoughts and their process, their feelings, how and why things they make come to be. who they are as people

big corporations seem to expect the audience would just blindly swallow whatever rubbish they throw at them without even thinking if it's AI or not. and maybe they're not wrong. i wanna believe they are. but looking at the huge following AI accounts have it's clear that the audience wants CONTENT. just endless superficially shiny content. and that scares me. i love music and movies and books and art in all its many shapes and forms. we can't let it go extinct. if we do, our humanity goes extinct with it

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