#700 of you! that’s nuts!

[gardenofnoah]

“you’re going to hurt yourself like that, my love.”

you startle at the voice over you, having been nearly asleep.

“—uh?”

you turn your head to see Nanami looming over your side of the bed. if you were fully conscious, you would see the tiny look of mischief in his eyes as they roam your body, but you’re not, so you take it as his tendency to mother hen you.

and then he’s pushing you to the middle of the bed despite your whining, climbing in beside you. you try to settle in and find you’re still being moved—he’s on his back, shuffling himself down the bed and pulling one of your legs over his chest. you feel him turn his face into your belly in a move that feels suspiciously like nuzzling.

“what’re y’doin,” you slur, a little petulant at being woken up like this, despite it being well past the time you meant to rejoin the living and despite your own desire to seek out the warmth he’s emitting next to you.

“you’re going to hurt your hip, laying like that,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh and over your hip, and you sigh a little bit, comforted by the feeling of him.

“i don’t know how you sleep like that,” he continues, absentmindedly dragging his fingers over your skin, making you shiver every now and then.

“feels good,” you grumble, face shoved into the pillow. talking about your bizarre sleeping position and maybe also the way the rough pads of his fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake. you think you hear him chuckle softly, and you feel him press a kiss to the skin of your belly, right above the hem of your sleep shorts.

it’s soft, chaste—and then it’s not, and you suck in a breath when you feel him kiss you there again, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the skin that stretches over your hip bone.

and evidently he hears your sharp inhale, because you feel a strong arm sneak around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“was still sleeping, you know,” but it’s lost all of its bite and you’re a little breathless now, fixated on the way his free hand slides up the back of your thigh to brush over the sensitive spot just under the curve of your ass.

“go to sleep then,” he says into the soft of your belly, pressing another kiss, opening his mouth a little wider to catch the skin of it between his teeth. he’s turned into you now, and despite yourself, you drag your leg up from his chest so it’s over his shoulder.

he moves to rest his head against your thigh that’s trapped underneath him, and distantly you think that it is more comfortable like this— his head squeezed between your legs having alleviated some of the pressure against your hip from laying on your side. that thought quickly becomes muddled in your head when you feel him latch on to the skin of your inner thigh that rests against his face.

you whine, hips bucking weakly as you squirm under tongue and teeth—both leaning into and trying to get away from the sting of his bite.

“my sweet love,” he coos, running his tongue over the fresh bruise, placating you. you shiver, pressing your face further into the pillow to try to breathe—to ground yourself despite the heat that curls up your spine. he stops, then, and you peak down at him to find that he’s staring back up at you.

“hi,” you whisper, fighting another shudder at the way his lips pull at the corners into a smirk that looks absolutely sinful on him.

“good morning,” he drawls, deep and far too awake. he rests his chin in the space between your hips, pressing a quick kiss above your pubic bone. your hips buck toward him a tiny bit, and his smirk widens when he feels it.

you bring a hand down to run it through his hair, tangling in the blond strands and scratching at his scalp. he closes his eyes and hums, deep in his chest, nuzzling into your thigh. it makes you smile, and it makes you ache.

“want you, ken,” you murmur, squeezing him gently between your thighs and reveling in the groan he lets out.

“i know, sweetheart,” he coos, hands coming up again to grope whatever skin he can reach and pressing a tiny kiss through your shorts, “i can smell you.”

[onmykneesatherfeet]

I didn’t realize I have over 700 followers! This is so awesome thank you all so much! I don’t think 200 people even know me in real life haha. And I’m sure 98% of you are bots but for the real people thank you! That was an amazing feeling opening that up

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Tiny Shelby Feet - A John Shelby/Reader Short Story.

Just a fluffy lil' short that came to me this morning, besties. Hope you love it :)

Words - 700

Warnings - None. Fluff a' plenty!

“You alright, sweetheart?” 

No, you absolutely are not alright. And it’s all his fault.  

Being angry at him isn’t an option, though, because he’s always so good to you. Hell, it was him being very good to you that got you into this in the first place, your stomach swollen and rounded with the next Shelby offspring due to arrive into the family in the next couple of days.  

You toss and turn a little more, albeit slowly, heaving your bulk to lie on your back. “I can’t get comfortable.”  

“Bet ya can’t, bab. Can’t even imagine what it’s like,” he speaks softly, removing one of the pillows from beneath his head. “Lift up.” Pushing yourself up, he slides it beneath your lower back, the downy plumpness soothing against your aching back. “What is it like, though? Is there anything it’s similar to that I’d understand?” 

It’s sweet of him to even want to try and comprehend the feeling of being pregnant, at least. “Imagine if somebody gave you a gallon of Epsom salts and sewed your arsehole up.”  

His eyes bulge. “Jesus fuckin’ wept. That don’t sound like fun.” Those eyes continue to widen when he sees you beginning to wince through gritted teeth. “Ain’t coming, is he?”  

“No, no it’s a cramp in my thigh.” 

“Left or right?” 

“Left.” Your instruction has him reaching beneath the bedcovers, beginning to massage said thigh, the tightened muscles finally relenting within the grasp of his warm, skillful hands. Bloody John Shelby and his skillful hands. Again, it’s how you ended up like this in the first place. “Okay, that’s better now. Thanks, love.” 

He props himself up on an elbow, hand lovingly stroking your bump, smiling as he feels his unborn child wriggling beneath his palm. You still remember the day you felt those first kicks, running down to the betting shop and grabbing his hand so he could feel them, too. You’ll never forget how lit up he looked at the sensation of tiny feet nudging against his big hand. “Who do you think he’ll look like most, you or me?” 

You can’t help yourself. “Me, hopefully.” 

“Oi, you cheeky mare!” Desired effect achieved. “I suppose it’d be better. I know I’m handsome, but we don’t want two freckled ginger nuts in the house.” 

“I really hope she has your hair, and your freckles,” you speak, putting extra emphasis on the word she. ”You know I love your freckles." 

“Fuck off,” he mutters, batting your hand away from where your finger trails over his shoulder. 

“Oi, no violence! I’m carrying your daughter!” 

“Son!” he corrects with a pointed finger. “You’re carrying me son. No girls, they’re too much headache for my liking.”  

“Poor thing’ll likely never see the outside of the house until she’s eighteen,” you chuckle, stroking your bump lovingly. 

He snorts, curling his lip slightly. “And the fucking rest! Ain’t having no boys round her, oh no, none of that malarkey.” He then lifts his chin a little, nodding to your rounded belly. “That is if it’s even a girl in the first place, and I’m still saying it’s a boy.”  

You smile, your eyes growing tired, yawning right on cue. Finally comfortable, you’re able to settle, drifting off to the rhythmic stroke of John’s hand over your belly. He thinks you’ve nodded off, unaware that you can hear every word he whispers to your unborn child.  

“Don’t even matter to me, you know, what you are,” he speaks softly, leaning to lay a kiss just above your protruded belly button. “I’ll love you until the last beat of my heart. I will. Anything you want, it’s yours. You ain’t gonna grow up poor and scratching around to make ends meet like we all had to. I’m gonna be a proper dad to you, little’un.” 

You can feel a lump in your throat form thickly, smiling on the inside as you drift into slumber. It’s nothing compared to two days later, though, when you see John holding your newborn son in his arms for the first time, his eyes filled with happy tears. Or, when five minutes later, you birth the twin sister nobody knew you carried, too.  

[cryptotheism]

This flowchart is put at the beginning of Liber Null, presumably put together by the Illuminates of Thanateros (the IOT at the bottom)- would you call this a relatively accurate analysis?

Listen. I love the Liber Null. I love the chaotes. I love chaos magic, but graphs like this are why I'm writing a book.

This is a crock of horseshit. "Shamanism" in this context is a deeply ahistorical term. The idea that "witchcraft" and "sorcery" (what does this even refer to) are somehow separate from the rest of the historical lineage is wrote nonsense.

Hermeticism and Alchemy are not the same thing, they have a mutualistic relationship, but alchemy and hermeticism can both exist separately.

The Knights Templar did not predate hermeticism that is an insane thing to claim. Perfect Discourse alone predates them by 700 years. Sure Lazzarelli didn't translate Crater Hermetis until like 1550, but the Islamic world was going nuts with hermetic ideas all through the Golden age. Like where do you think Lazzarelli got the fucking manuscripts from.

The Rosicrucians were a splinter of the Freemasons.

The Bavarian Illuminati being on here makes sense but they're also a weird outlier. They were only pretending to be a magical organization and shouldn't really be considered one, but they're important to the OTO mythology.

I love the idea that the Golden Dawn is just Freemasonry + Illuminati. That's ridiculously reductive. The Dawn's whole thing is drawing from as many sources as possible with reckless abandon.

Where's Paracelsus? Where's Blavatsky? Where are the Spiritualists? Where are the Enlightenment Poet-Mystics? Where are the Christian Cabalists? This lists three different Freemason splinters but not a single mention of ancient Greek magic or Jewish mysticism. If Goetia gets an entry, Merkava/Hekhalot should get one, as should Kabbalah. If sufism gets an entry, so should Orphism and the neopythagoreans.

Where's Agrippa??? How're you gonna do a graph like this without Agrippa??

[hexhomos]

Sorry, I'm asking here because asks aren't on your doomreed account, but do you have any fic recs for them ? You and vinnies art have intrigued me 😭 they both seem like such wet cats in different ways, and I love that

help i didnt know asks were off fixed that now thank you... I have two fics i keep in my back pocket as like, exemplary distillations of their whole thing (one in college vs one of their usual superhero stuff,) these are;

Supersymmetry and Night Blooms

Rly good examples of their usual shenanigans, the second one is directly based on a canon comic issue that *feels* like fanfic by a prolific yaoi author, the first is set in a modern-time re-imagining of the fantastic four where they meet in a supergenius internship thinktank for gifted youngsters. There's other fics that are good but i think they might be super confusing without canon context! which leads me to my second point. After you read these fics...

A lot, and i mean A LOT of official doomreed stuff feels straight up like fanfic. Either because its so beautifully woven or insane in concept (doctor doom points a gun at the real life Jack Kirby and Stan Lee to get himself written back into reed's life in his 3rd ever classic appearance, in the 60's, THAT'S the bodyswap issue)

or because the literal authors themselves come out to say 'they're soulmates' or 'they're in love' and Im talking abt this:

(^joseph culp, the first ever doom actor from 1994)

(^fantastic four (2019))

I've got even more stuff under the cut!! AND recs!!! CLICK! v v v

(^jonathan hickman, author of arguably the best FF saga & Secret Wars (2015)!!!)

(^Cantwell, author of the Doctor Doom comic!!)

These are excerpts from the canon fantastic four book, DOOMGATE:

There's even an RPG INSTRUCTION MODULE based on the idea of an earth where Reed & Victor partner up in college, Reed dies a tragic death (via their lab experiments) and Victor assumes such a traumatized widow role in his honor that he grows up to be a golden hero and protector of earth LOL (still a bit nuts):

This is not even to touch on the breadth of all their comic issues and little moments together. Victor canonically delivers Reed's second child and he chooses her name! Shes treated like his child too and calls him uncle doom!!

...Victor even asks Reed out on candlelit dinner dates for a yearly Latverian holiday!

In fact, that's the great starter doom/reed issue i keep recommending: read [ My Dinner With Doom right here. ]

If you enjoy that, check out my [ broader post guide for doomreed reading. ]

Still on the fence? try out these single comic issues:

Doctor Doom:

*Fantastic Four (1961) annual 2 (Classic origin of Doom issue) *Some call it MAGIC (the introduction of Doom's struggle w/ the devil for his mother's soul)

Doomreed:

*Marvel Two-in-One (2017) annual 1 *Marvel Two-in-One (2017) #11 (2nd fic i linked is based on this!!!!!!!!!) *'Duel Intentions' short story *Doom 2099 (2019) *Fantastic Four #700 special *Shame Itself (noncanon satire mini)

Anyway I've had a lot of fun reading these series generally and their big, year-spanning arcs are incredible. People hype up Secret Wars for a reason, Hickman's fantastic four builds up a really compelling doom/reed epic of cosmic divorce proportions. And its about love! And Forgiveness!

[death-feeder]

No Nut November 23

If you could grow as fat as you want to be how fat would it be?

400 pounds?

500 pounds?

600 pounds?

Maybe even 700 or 800 but you think that's nothing right? You want 1000 or yes you want even more than this maybe 10 million pounds? Or even more?

[blazingstar29]

new Maverick headcanon that after the layton mission Iceman and Slider stay out on deployment whilst Maverick teaches at Top Gun. Without Goose, without friends he gets lonely so he starts going to church. Not because he's religious, not because he wants to repent his sins (though the guilt still weighs heavy) but because he wants to feel apart of a community. And he's straight up honest about it. When the old ladies start asking him about bible verses he just says 'I don't know any', and surprisingly they respect that. Maybe they see the dog tags and dark circles but someone will bring him frozen meals and some of the families invite him for dinner. He holds their hands and says Amen and that's enough for some reason. He's never had to do so little to be accepted.

Maybe six months down the line Ice gets shore leave long enough to come through Miramar. He arrives in town late on a saturday, with no way to find Maverick, no cell or address, he heads down to the base early on Sunday morning to find someone who knows.

"He'll be in Church," the gateman says. Ice's eyes nearly pop out of his head. Hesitantly he begins the drive to the only church in town, wondering what sort of religious nut Maverick's become. By the time he gets there the sermon must be over, but the guard was right. Maverick's there, sitting quietly with his hands shoved in his leather jacket to fight off the chill.

His boots echo painfully across the building's walls. He slides into the pew and watches the look of surprise spread across Maverick's face.

"Ice," he whispers.

"Hey Maverick. What are you doing here?"

Maverick gives him a look. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." He gives him a look, now your turn.

"I like it. It's nice to be apart of something."

He smiles gently. "Mav, your in the Navy. Your already apart of something."

"I know. I don't believe in it. Carol does, I know she believes that Goose is up there watching out for all of us. And I feel him when the sun hits the horizon and there's a glare on my canopy. I dunno. I they just accepted me. They were happy to have me. It doesn't feel like that in the Navy. They invite me round for dinner and stuff."

Ice watches him thoughtfully. "That's nice."

On their way out, a sign for donations catches Ice's eye and he digs for his wallet fumbling with the coin pocket. He wants a way to say thank you to these people for looking after his wingman when a plaque catches his eye.

Thank you for the generous donation of $700 from Lt. Pete Mitchell in memory of Lt. Nick Bradshaw.

He feeds a hand full of notes into the acrylic box.

[desert-fern]

Okay, so somehow there are over 700 of you crazy people following me. Thank you all so so much for being as incredible as you are, I wouldn’t be here without all your support, encouragement, and friendship. I love all of you and I wanted to give back just a little

So because the last time I did this, it went very well, I have decided to do more moodboards to celebrate!

(I would do blurbs if I had the motivation and skill to do many little things, spoiler alert, I do not 🤣)

Details:

You have until February 22 to request a moodboard from me!

Yes, you can ask for multiples! (In fact, I encourage it!)

In terms of what I am willing to make, go nuts, but I do need a character AND a theme from you! Details below the cut!

Characters: I am more than happy to do characters other than TG/TGM!

Fandoms that I will happily make boards for:

Star Wars

Marvel

LOTR

Themes/Colours examples (there are obviously a million different things you can request, these are just examples!)

- Vacations (ski hill, cabin, beach, camping, etc)

- Musical characters (I did a few Hamilton ones and a LesMiz one a while back)

- Characters with certain jobs (ex. EMT!Bradley)

- Actor boards (TGM only)

- I’ve done my Dagger!Avengers and Disney!Daggers series, if there is a character you wanted to see that I missed, send it in!

Get creative! If you are curious about past boards, they are all linked on my masterlist

Tagging a few people to get the ball rolling: @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @horseshoegirl @dakotakazansky @teacupsandtopgun @footprintsinthesxnd @cherrycola27 @auroralightsthesky @sylviebell @thedroneranger

[anantaru]

go back to -> main masterlist

— SAFE FOR WORK

how he kisses you (lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley)

does he like it when you're being clingy? (neuvillette, wriothesley)

cute things they do unintentionally (neuvillette, wriothesley)

he likes to buy you flowers (neuvillette)

you ask him "can i sit on your lap?" (wriothesley, lyney)

comforting you on a bad day (wriothesley)

likes stealing kisses (wriothesley)

— NOT SAFE FOR WORK

eating you out (neuvillette)

fingering + tit lover (neuvillette)

they need it bad (neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, clorinde)

wants you on his lap (neuvillette)

he knows what you like (wriothesley)

dry humping (wriothesley)

always two steps ahead (wriothesley)

nut in me november (neuvillette, wriothesley)

virgin (neuvillette)

pervert! (neuvillette)

"gimme a kiss" (wriothesley)

how long they last during nnn (neuvillette, wriothesley)

possessive (wriothesley)

he knows how it's done (neuvillette)

pervert fantasizing about you (wriothesley)

breeding + marking (wriothesley)

enemies to lovers (wriothesley)

you say he's small (wriothesley)

sweet, tasty, delicious (wriothesley)

horny overload (neuvillette)

where his hands are during it (wriothesley)

dirty talk + size kink (wriothesley)

finger sucking + thigh riding + bondage (neuvillette)

you say he's too small (wriothesley)

being intimate gone wrong (wriothesley)

he talks you through it (wriothesley)

— NOT SAFE FOR WORK

ex! husband headcanons (neuvillette)

ex! husband headcanons (wriothesley)

bodyguard headcanons (wriothesley)

ex! boyfriend headcanons (lyney)

— NOT SAFE FOR WORK

— THE IUDEX | NEUVILLETTE

the price in mysteries concealed (3.4k words)

who was the man you fell in love with? why did it seem like he was hiding his true self away from you, and why, at last, was he hesitant to deepen the connection in your new relationship?

4 rules to survive a divorce (gone wrong) (7.8k words)

deciding to end your marriage with neuvillette might've been the hardest decision you've ever had to make in your life, although now, navigating through the divorce was becoming even more difficult, especially when you suddenly fail to stick to four simple rules you have both set between each other.

— THE MAGICIAN | LYNEY

"i love you!" - "stop saying that!" (800 words)

sometimes lyney forgets he's not supposed to fall in love with you. (friends with benefits)

— THE DUKE | WRIOTHESLEY

oh baby! please be my baby daddy (2.1k words)

the very moment wriothesley first saw you, he had already dreamt about starting a family with you, and now at present, when you were celebrating your two year anniversary, it appeared like he couldn't stop himself from showing you just how much he craved it.

sweet and soft (700 words)

you know wriothesley won't let you get out of bed, he was insatiable and couldn't take his eyes off you.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[wanton-votaress]

In honor of spooky season I’ve devised a awful idea for fanfic authors and readers, I call it: Trick or Treat (original ik)

Anyway authors will write a one shot that will either be a trick or a treat. A trick being an incomplete one shot that ends abruptly, whether it just stops or meteor comes in and murders everyone is up to you. A treat being a complete story that you put far too much effort into and is very well crafted, like sell your soul good. (No pressure)

The rules are:

You can write about anything, smut, fluff, angst- go nuts! Properly tag it though. (Not properly tagged fics are the real tricks)

To make it harder to tell what a trick and what’s a treat all fics have a word count minimum of 700

Use the tag: Trick or Treat 2023 to participate

[thestalkerbunny]

I just had the thought; like I know we all love seeing fancy wizards/scholars with pet cats and dogs-but like consider. Consider.

An Elf's lifespan is 700 to INDEFINATE. (Elves only die when they LET death take them and NOT before.)

A Dwarf's Lifespan is 350, give or take (we'll exclude any kind of black lung from working in mines or liver failure from drinking.)

A Gnome lives to be around 300-500 years. The range is probably them falling in holes and getting lost.

You don't think these races would just get really invested in LONG LIVED pets?

Excluding some very specific deep sea creatures, there are quite a few long lived creatures.

Dwarven Sailors whose boats are followed by pods of long lived whales; as far as the whales are concerned the boat is just where their land whale friends live. (Whales: 200 Years, estimated)

Gnomes with massive parrots on their shoulders, sharing nuts and treats with a creature nearly as big as them. (Parrots: roughly 50 years give or take)

You visit a wealthy elven lord, you go to meet him in the garden where the servants inform you he is playing with his pets. Instead of seeing some kind of fantastical creature, he's playing 'Fetch' with a very enthusiastic tortoise. This game of Fetch can take up to a solid 50 minutes if permitted even terrian. (Galapagos Tortoises: 190 years, possibly more.)

Bonus:

Druid: And this is my pet Tardigrade -holds up little biome in a necklace with a happy floating tardigrade and some moss.- (Tardigrades: Again, Death is probably afraid to take them. Tardigrades are FOREVER.)

[lokisgoodgirl]

Got another idea for your Fluff-Drabble Marathon... 😁 Thor (or someone of the other Avengers) tries to convince Loki to do a stag party, but he's totally annoyed and confused, like: A what? Why should I do that? That's stupid. 😂

Fluff Drabble Marathon II A link to my Fluff Library is HERE Warnings: Some mild language. Some naughty references. (w/c 700) A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE [18+]

Loki's Bachelor Party

Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Brother, I’m not sure I understand…” he murmured warily, watching Thor’s excited eyes widen. “Oh Loki” he chided, “as I told you before, we will be celebrating your last night of freedom...Midgard style.” “What’s wrong with Asgard style?” the dark-haired god said questioningly, tilting his head. “A lute, some fine wine and nuts is all the celebration I require for my last night of ‘freedom’, brother...thank you.”

Loki re-centred his gaze to the book in his lap, hoping that would be the end of it. The volume was rudely swiped from his grasp, waved in the air by Thor like a childish prize. “I think not, brother.” he boomed, “I will be planning you a bachelor party the likes of which this realm has never seen. We cannot allow the infamous god of mischief to be wed without due homage to his many, many conquests and shenanigans, now can we?” he winked, as Loki rolled his eyes.

“Alright, tell me more about this...homage.” Loki murmured, leaning back against the sofa cautiously as Thor beamed above him. The blonde took a seat beside his brother on the sofa, getting a little to close for comfort as he geared up to reveal his daring plans. “I have been doing much research on the concept and it seems there are several key ingredients which must be adhered to in order for the adequate amount of mischief to be met…” he began, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Right…?” Loki drawled; his interest piqued. “Firstly, ostentatious garments.” Thor declared. “It is necessary to dress in a themed fashion which is both degrading and hilarious in equal measure. For instance, brightly coloured ill-fitting shirts adorned with startled cats...or as babes, diapers and all.” Loki stared at Thor’s expectant face, brimming with enthusiasm. “Absolutely not” he said vacantly, wondering how on earth he would survive the rest of this conversation. “Ok, ok…” Thor mumbled, “we can circle back to that...but you’ll love this one. Alcohol, brother...and lots of it. Ideally in a venue which caters to large crowds of rowdy men. With loud music. Many of them. A ‘bar crawl’ as it is so aptly named.” “Can I bring my own wine?” Loki said warily, watching his brother’s eyes narrow in frustration. “Brother, no” he sighed. “You will be positively bombarded with beverages of all flavours and strengths. Apple sours. Vodka. Tequila. And of course...my personal favourite, Jaegerbombs. The first round of those is on me.” he winked. Loki shuffled awkwardly on the sofa. He could tell that a concession was required in order to placate his brother, who was becoming more excited with each passing moment of his grand reveal. “Perhaps, yes. That would be fine. I do enjoy dancing with Y/N on occasion at those establishments so I am certain she will be a welcome distraction from the taste of midgardian alcohol.” Loki smiled, pleased at his diplomacy. His brow creased as he saw Thor’s eyes flicker to the side.

“Brother,” he whispered, “Y/N will not be in attendance. The most sanctified rule of a bachelor party is...as the name suggests, a covenant between men close to the groom. Men only.” he paused, thoughtfully “and maybe Romanoff.” Loki rolled his eyes, cursing the idiotic traditions of this realm of yours. “Which brings me on to the final aspect of this night to end all nights on the revel-o-meter…” Thor said coyly. There may as well have been a roll of drums, a flourish of trumpets to match the gravitas of his oafish sibling’s tone, Loki thought. “Strippers.” he announced smugly, waiting for Loki’s reaction. “Strippers?” Loki mumbled questioningly, “is that another hideous beverage I know not of?” It was Thor’s turn to roll his eyes. “Ravishing women removing their clothes seductively to music, brother. They parade themselves willingly in front of our merry band, and...special attention is always paid to the groom himself” he murmured knowingly, throwing another wink to Loki as he recoiled in disgust. “Why would I wish a strange woman’s unclothed body within my vicinity when I have true perfection in my own bed?” he questioned solemnly, as Thor’s enthusiastic smile fell. “Well?” Loki doubled down, his eyebrows raised judgementally as his brother squirmed. “It is...expected, Loki. It’s part of the midgardian trad-” “Oh to hell with midgardian tradition and it’s superfluous ridiculousness” Loki huffed, standing and swiping his book from Thor’s hand. “Where did you get all this boarish information from anyway?” “Stark…” Thor mumbled, staring at the ground and playing with the fabric of his trousers. “Right. Well you can tell Stark that my last night of freedom will be spent with our attendees enjoying some invigorating lute music, asgardian wine and the finest, succulent nuts from Vanaheim. There may be naked women only if Romanoff has too much wine and removes her clothes again, but that is not my concern. Understood?” Thor nodded regretfully, his eyes lighting with a final flourish of enthusiasm. “Brother, may we wear the shirts...with the startled cats?” Loki sighed. “Yes, brother...we may wear the shirts with the startled cats.”

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[spurious]

once again, mcshep fic recs

(I don't remember which "even more" we're on and am too lazy to check)

I've been doing a lot of rereading stuff from my bookmarks lately, but here are some I've collected in the past month and a half or so!

1)

Cool Hand Luke by fiercelydreamed | ~1.5k, rated E

Excerpt from an IM conversation earlier today: fiercelydreamed: this is the weirdest shit i have ever googled for a pwp fiercelydreamed: only in sga fandom fiercelydreamed: would you ever google "tens unit voltage," "prosthesis," "chemical composition of semen," and "factorial function" all for a fic under 2000 words

Basically: John loses a hand. Rodney builds him a better one. It works for both of them. Ohhhh this is just good. It's hot, yeah, but it's also just so perfectly right in that shivery way that a good idea can be, where you just know that this is how it would go?

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How Many by cathalin | ~700, rated T

Rodney actually does know how many times John's almost died.

I don't generally think to rec fics of this length, but this had me wanting to SCREAM with how perfect it was. The amount of FEELINGS that are packed into this small amount of words, just, holy shit. I'm a sucker for stuff about the way their experiences have changed them, hurt them, made them frightened and desperate and clinging to each other, and this does that so wonderfully and satisfyingly, I loved it.

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Top of the List by Helenish | ~2.6k, rated E

Rodney tries hard.

"So I like it a little rough," Sheppard said. "Sometimes."

There's, I think, a nice little sub-genre of McShep which is "Rodney Finds Out Something About John" (my own butterfly tattoo fic being a personal entry into that canon) which I think is just wonderful because of who Rodney is, as a character. He's stubborn and obsessive and analytical, and pretty much canonically fascinated by John, so of course Finding Something Out About John will make him spin his mental gears till he goes nuts with it in wonderful, tension-breaking ways. Along with that, the idea of John liking it rough, wanting to be thrown around or smacked around is, like super hot in that way that I think only fanfic can be hot, where the sexiness comes from the verisimilitude; with the accuracy of the characterization layered on top of these appealing textual descriptions of sex acts. Anyway!!! This is just very good.

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Entanglements by Barb G | not rated but I’d give it an M, ~8k

John falls down, and gets rescued. One is worse than the other.

This is very untagged, I actually only found it due to clicking into a remix of it (which was also good), but anyway! Let me just state plainly here that I have a real thing for fics about John and Rodney having to survive torture and/or imprisonment together. Call me a romantic! I love beautiful descriptions of suffering and the unspoken comfort that they can give to each other just by being there, just because of that immense amount of trust that they share. I love John surrendering his body to abuse because he secretly thinks he deserves it, and doing it without a second thought because he thinks it will keep Rodney safe.

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Ride Into the Sun by Cesare | ~14k, rated E

John's fantasies do a lot for him: they restore his sense of control, express his defiance, celebrate his victories, and connect him with feelings he can't access other ways. He never thought they'd get him what he wants.

God this is just fucking brilliant, masterful characterization for John. The inner voice is absolutely perfect, and the explanation for his fantasies, the way he’s conceptualized his own desires, his own submission, in a way that gives him back control over the horrible things that happen to him is just…oh it’s amazing, I love it so so much. And the resolution with Rodney is so good, so incredibly satisfying after what has gone on before in the story!! Just amazing. I’ve read this many many times before but every time I reread it I’m floored by how good it is.

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Saw the post that mentioned samhain and wanted to toss in some info (if you ever wanted more info about it, because I don't do discourse on tumblr) from a recent info thing I put together recently, because this misconception with the samhain debate drives me nuts

Samhain was a harvest festival that marked the start of the dark half of the year. Along with its springtime counterpart Beltane (which marked the growing season/light half of the year), it was announced based on the weather and was facilitated by and only by the Druids, a blood-identity pagan religion of upper class priests.

Samhain would be announced whenever the weather got cold enough. It was sometimes in early October or late September. It was sometimes in early November.

October 31st was never a thing for Samhain because the date always varied, and because the Druids, being Celts and existing before the Roman occupation of their lands, didn't use the Roman calendar nor did they use our modern Julian calendar.

You'll also hear how the Celts had a celebration on the last day of October unrelated to Samhain. This is true; on the last day of almost every month they had a minor celebration. Again, keep in mind too that the date was particular to the way their own culture counted months, not how Rome did it back then nor how we do it now.

it's true that the idea of "baptizing" traditions and holidays isn't unheard of when people and cultures convert from one religion to another. What's good to note is that this is not a forced thing, the baptizing of traditions; it's a practice that embraces older traditions and doesn't eradicate them. Conquerers would just eradicate them.

Technically, it is possible that the original date of All Saints got its chosen date, May 13th, via baptism of Lemuralia, a Roman holiday where spooky stuff happened regarding spirits and the dead. Christians instead chose to celebrate the joy of the Saints in heaven, because Jesus defeated death and the gates of hell won't prevail, etc, then the pope made stuff official calendar-wise.

However, when it comes to the Samhain debate, it's a myth that the Church picked that date to overtake it.  Pope Gregory III switched up the date of All Saints in the 700s to commemorate a new oratory (special chapel) at the Old St. Peter's Basilica that was built to honor the saints and martyrs.

At a time when there were pagan religions and holidays all over the place, to try and outdo one harvest festival of one religious cult in the far north of the known world thousands upon thousands of miles away from Rome and Constantinople simply wasn't a reason to change an established date of a major, international, intercontinental religious celebration. 

Most of these myths, along with a romanticizing of pagan religions much like modern-day's romanticizing of Norse religions and wiccan stuff, arose in England and Western Europe during the 1600 - 1700s by anti-Catholics and misinformed historians/the wealthy.

Anon I just want you to know that I am your biggest fan

Also, how did I not know it was called baptizing traditions/holidays??? That’s so awesome and I love it???

Thank you so much, this is so well put together and honestly kind of better than my post lmao

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Week 2 Challenge tasks

Way to knock week 1 out of the park. Ready for Week 2? Well, here we go!!!!

120 Flights of stairs

500 Flutter Kicks (1 rep for both legs)

400 Russian Twists

700 High Knees (1 rep per leg)

500 Lunges (1 rep per leg)

40 min Wall Sits

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 "Nidaime-sama, I thank you for this lesson," Shisui said. "I have one more question, even though it doesn't really have anything to do with this. But I've been wondering for a while now why everyone always insists I'm a boy. But I'm not, I'm Shisui."

 Tobirama did not answer immediately and pondered this question for quite a while. He didn't feel he was the best person to ask about it.

 It was Kakashi who spoke first. "Because people always like to put everything in boxes. People are just like that, they always want to squeeze everything neatly into boxes without paying attention to whether it really fits. So they look at you and judge that you're a boy, and with me they claim I'm a woman without even asking us what we think in the first place."

 "But why do they do that?" continued Shisui.

 Yes, why did they do that? It occurred to Tobirama that he had never asked that question.

 Kakashi shrugged his shoulders. "Education, socialisation, something in our brains that always wants to put everything into categories. I don't know that exactly either. Some even claim that gender is a biological fact, but that's nonsense. They don't even ask other people how they see themselves, but impose an identity on them that they are not. You can safely throw people like that out of your life, nobody needs them."

 Itachi tilted his head and thought about it. One of the ravens had found him again and sat cawing on a branch in a nearby tree. Casually, the boy tossed a nut to the animal. It had barely hit the ground before the raven had snatched its morsel.

 "But if gender is not a biological fact, what makes me a boy and Shisui not?" asked Itachi then.

 "You'll have to ask Shisui that, not me," Kakashi said. "I cannot define for Shisui what makes Shisui's identity. But in general, it can be said that gender is primarily a social construct. Women are treated differently from men and non-binary identities are still ridiculed and dismissed as imaginary by far too many people. Women are expected to dress a certain way and men a different way, and when someone breaks out of that, most people react with irritation. That's the social aspect and none of it has anything remotely to do with sexual organs."

 Itachi let these words sink in for a moment. "Then what makes me a boy?"

 "No one dictates that to you," Kakashi said. "You can decide that for yourself. If it feels right, then it fits, and if it doesn't, then find something that fits better."

 What actually made Tobirama a man? Another question he had never asked. It was what his parents had ascribed to him when he was born, and he had never questioned it. Maybe he should.

 "I just want to be Shisui," Shisui said. "It's weird that women are supposed to cook and men are supposed to work and that they're supposed to dress a certain way instead of the way they like best."

 "Yes, I also think that the construct of gender as a whole should be abolished. But we as a society are still a long way off." Kakashi dug his hands into his pockets.

 "What would we have to do to abolish it?" asked Shisui.

 Kakashi shrugged his shoulders. "A revolution."

 Ōkami rubbed her head against him. "One step at a time. Everyone should be allowed to be who they want to be, and if someone dislikes you for it, send them to me and I'll eat the person."

 This made Shisui and Itachi giggle.

 "You laugh, but she means exactly that," Kakashi said deadpan.

 As if to confirm his words, she nibbled his hair.

A little excerpt of Underneath the Silence for those who haven’t read my TobiMina timetravel story yet.

And for those who had: I had nothing else to read on my weekend and read my own fanfic, ahem 😅 And while I did so I noticed that at some point and for whatever reason the last paragraphs of chapter 1 got lost. No idea why or how, but I fixed it now.

I plan to continue the story once my lectures are over in two weeks and the stress is a bit less for me. You know what would be cool by then? 200 public bookmarks (currently 197) and 700 kudos (currently 698). Can we manage that? ❤