pakapalooza

[needypuppyboi]

Okay but like, imagine being a prideful sub. And you don't bark.

At least that's what you said, right?

But now your Dom has been edging you for hours, and will only let you cum if you bark like the mutt you are.

Telling you "you're going to bark for me puppy, no matter how long this takes."

[lucidpillows]

firstprince au prompt

Alex Claremont-Diaz is the Olympic champion for beach volleyball and Prince Henry has been asked to present the medals for this year's ceremony.

As he goes to place the medal over Alex's head, Henry snags his watch on Alex's curls—he immediately gets flustered and stutters out an apology.

Alex, on the other hand, lets out a slow grin and hits Henry with a, "you can tug harder, sweetheart, I can take it."

[inmymagnetoera]

JAMES MCAVOY THE MAN WHO IN TWO THOUSAND FUCKING TWENTY FOUR SAYS FASSBENDER IS AN AMAZING PERSON AND A MOVIE STAR MY GOD I NEED A MOVIE WITH THESE TWO TOGETHER AGAIN.

[psychicbluebirdmiracle]

Ok but what if I wrote a fic of if odysseus had raised the infant?????

[half-bakedboy]

A quick thought about That Scene with Marisol.

I initially saw it as the “meet cute” it was framed as. But I can’t help but read into it a little more.

Eddie was staring in front of him, searching for what he needed. He couldn’t find it no matter how hard he looked. Then comes Marisol. Someone Eddie met at a call. Someone Eddie and Buck went above and beyond to help together.

What does Marisol do? She points out that what he needs is right in front of him. She reminds him that even though everything looks like it has the same purpose, there’s one that stands out from the rest��the one he truly needs.

Eddie sees those in front of him better than anyone. He knows how to care for his son, he knows how to care for his teammates, he knows how to care for his friends, his family, even each victim he meets. He has a predetermined idea of how to handle every situation in his life that pertains to those relationships.

So it’s been clouded for him. He sees Buck as all of the above. His teammate, his friend, his family, and most recently, a victim he has to save. He’s so focused on those aspects of Buck that he can’t see how Buck stands out from the rest of crowd. Everyone in his life sits comfortably in their little box, just the way Eddie likes it, but Buck?

Buck isn’t just another teammate, another friend, another member of his family. He’s everything. He’s exactly what Eddie has been looking for to fit in the romantic relationship box. And he’s been right in front of Eddie this whole time. It just took someone else pointing it out for him to see it.

[cassiebones]

Obsessed with the concept of The Coven going to Pride.

Alice makes everybody wear shirts that say "Free Mom Hugs" for all the baby queers at Pride who are estranged from their homophobic families. She made them herself in each of the Coven's signature colors.

Agatha being the first one to don hers, bright violet with white font, checking herself out in the mirror, making model faces at herself while the others roll their eyes.

"Don't hate me because I'm hot," she huffs, strutting toward the door.

Rio puts hers on, forest green with gold font, but singes the ends to give it an edgier look. She nods at herself in the mirror, grinning toothily, before following her wife to the door.

Lilia puts hers one (pale yellow with black font) and smiles happily in the mirror, a tear coming to her eyes. She grew up in medieval times, where even the concept of Pride was nothing more than a sin. Now she gets to give comfort to those who need it most, openly.

Jennifer's is pink. Her magic is blue because she's the Water/Potions witch, but Alice knows she prefers pink. She tucks the shirt up so that it's a bit cropped, going adorably with her glittery skirt.

Alice puts on her orange shirt last, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a smile. She shares a lot of physical similarities with her mom and, in that moment, can almost feel her arms around her again.

Jen pulls her out of her thoughts with a tug on her hand, pulling her outside where their coven waits for them.

Teen (they know his name, but he's just Teen to them still) meets them at Pride, with his boyfriend. They wear cute red shirts that say "Twink 1" and "Twink 2" and hold hands, a giant MLM flag draped over their shoulders.

Twink runs straight into Alice's arms, however, the second he sees her. She hugs him back so tightly despite her tiny stature. He doesn't want to ever let go.

But he has to so that he can hug all his other coven moms.

He hugs Rio and Agatha last, together. Agatha presses a kiss to his jaw (she's too short to reach his forehead) and strokes his cheek, looking up at him, proudly.

When he pulls back, he turns to look at all the people in the streets, all kinds of flags waving in the air. His chest swells and he looks back to the coven, his coven.

"You're going to be busy today," he tells them. "Thankfully, you're not the only ones." He motions to a couple of butches, both of whom wear "Mom Hugs" shirts under their vests.

"I'll give as many hugs as it takes," Lilia says, "to make somebody know that they are loved in this world. We didn't always have that, you know."

Teen nods. "I know," he says, tears in his eyes. He reaches back out for his boyfriend, kisses him, and then smiles at the coven. "We'll see you all later," he says. "Lunch?"

Agatha nods and gives him one last wave before turning back to her coven.

"Okay," she says. "So where do we head off to first?"

"I need some potion ingredients," Jen says. "And that looks like a farmer's market right there. Trust the gays to set up organic goodies at Pride. Bless."

"I'll go with you," Alice says, taking Jen's hand and blushing when the others throw her knowing smirks. "Shut up," she mutters, pulling a surprised Jen away.

"When did that happen?" Agatha murmurs to Rio and Lilia.

"Just now, I think," Lilia retorts, smirking.

"Excuse me?" a voice says behind her. Lilia turns to see a 20-something transgender girl, holding her partner's hand tightly in her own. There are tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but could I have a--"

Lilia doesn't even let her finish the sentence, reaching out and pulling the girl into her arms, holding her tightly. The young woman towers over Lilia, but she still looks so small in Lilia's arms as the older woman hugs her so fiercely.

"You are loved," Lilia says, reaching for her ear. "You are valid. You are good."

The woman's shoulders wrack with sobs, and Agatha finds herself reaching for Rio's hands, squeezing tightly as she remembers a time when that would have been her.

That was her. When her mother had found out that she'd been kissing other girls, non-witches, she had been furious. She had screamed and cursed, calling Agatha all kinds of names. Evil spilled from her lips so easily.

All because Agatha liked women.

Now here was somebody who became a woman - or who always was one, but never allowed to be one until now - with the transgender pride flag on her shirt, being hugged and loved on by an older generation (medieval old) and reveling in it.

Tears spilled from her eyes and she felt Rio reach out, wiping them from her cheeks. She canted into the touch, leaning in to place her forehead on Rio's. She could see the glint of tears in her wife's eyes, as well.

"How long have you two been together?" a voice asks, breaking them out of their little bubble.

Agatha blinks and looks away from Rio, toward a pair of teenage girls, no older than fifteen, smiling dreamily at them both. They have rainbow stickers littering their bodies, Pride flags sticking out of matching buns in their hair. They're both brunette, one a slightly darker skin color than the other. One of them has braces and deep dimples in her cheeks.

They're so young, Agatha thinks. So filled with joy and hope that Agatha never got to have at that age.

She looks at Rio and they share a smile.

"It's been decades," Agatha says, casually, squeezing Rio's hands.

"Centuries," Rio corrects, grinning. It sounds like a joke to the uninformed, but they know the truth.

"Aww, that's so cute!" the taller of the two girls, who's wearing a pink and orange checker-patterned shirt. "I hope that's us one day, Aggie."

Rio's eyes widen at that. "Aggie?" she asks. "What's that short for?"

Aggie rolls her eyes, wrinkling her nose. "Agnes," she huffs, crossing her arms. "My mom named me after her grandmother. It's so embarrassing."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Agnes," Agatha says, holding out her hand. "I'm Agatha."

Aggie's eyes widen at that. "Seriously? Another Aggie?!"

"I prefer my full name, actually," Agatha says. "And Agnes isn't a bad name, either."

"Of course you would say that," Rio snorts low enough that the girls can't hear her. Agatha elbows her, lightly, in the side. Rio snorts, then looks at the other girl. "What's your name?"

"River," the taller of the girl's says.

Agatha and Rio share a wide-eyed look.

"You're kidding," Agatha says, looking at River.

"Nope," River sighs. "My parents are kinda hippies. I have a brother name Moon and a Sister named Elm."

"Elm?" Rio asks. "That sounds more like the name of a green witch."

River's face blooms pink and her eyes widen. "What?" she says, looking around in a panic. "N-no! We're not...witches! That's ridiculous!"

Agatha and Rio share a look, then each raises their hands and allow a little of their magic to seep out in glowing purple and green clouds, making both girls' eyes widen.

"Witches!" Agnes gasps. "Seriously? That's...wow!"

"So, when you said that you've been together for centuries...?"

"We meant that literally," Rio confirms.

"With one teeny break of a few...decades," Agatha says, waving it off.

"But we're back together," Rio says, squeezing her hand, "and you'll never be rid of me again." She bats her eyes at Agatha, who gives the teens an unamused look, eye roll included.

The teens giggle, then they each hold up their own hands, sparks flying from them for a few brief seconds.

"Ooh," Rio says, "witchlings. Sweet."

"Orange and blue," Agatha points out. "Protection and Potions, respectively. You know, we have a couple of witches in our own coven that match that description."

"Seriously!?" Aggie gasps, shaking her girlfriend's hand. "Where are they? Are they here? Are they..." she flicks her wrist, which makes Rio snort.

"As far as we know," Agatha confirms. "They're also together, like, romantically." She nods in the direction of the farmer's market stalls, where Alice is being embraced by a group of young women, all with multiple piercings and dyed hair, while Jen is embracing another young woman with twists in her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You can't miss them," she says. "We're in uniform today."

The teens share a look before each embracing one of the witches. Agatha and Rio are both taken aback by the affection, before wrapping their arms around them in return.

"You are loved," Agatha whispers into Aggie's hair, holding her tightly. "You are valid."

"You are good," Rio says into River's hair.

The girls pull back and all four of them have tears in their eyes. Agatha wipes at hers, then shoos the teens away, sending them toward their coven mates. The girls immediately clasp hands, waving back at them over their shoulders.

"We could never have done that in our youth," Agatha murmurs, frowning slightly. "Just walked openly in the middle of all these people, holding hands, making it clear that we were gay. The world has changed so much."

"For the better, in this instance," Rio adds, squeezing Agatha's hand. Agatha nods, resting her head on Rio's shoulder. Rio places a kiss on her temple and they enjoy the moment of silence and solitude for a moment.

Then, "Where's Lilia?"

"Over there," Rio says, nodding to where a line of people have gathered, just to receive one of Lilia's hugs. There aren't only teenagers there, but people of all ages, some even looking older than Lilia herself (though it's improbable that any of them actually are). She hugs them tight, then whispers soothing words to them as they cry.

"She is really in her element," Agatha says, looking at her, wondering what her youth had been like if she'd had somebody like Lilia there to tell her that she was loved, that she was not evil, like her mother had said. Would Lilia have helped her escape Salem before the execution? Would she have consoled her, hugged her, told her that she was worthy of something more?

Rio had been the one to do that for Agatha, at the time, but it was after the death of her original coven, after the damage had already been done.

Agatha is just grateful that there's somebody for these kids now. That the world is changing, that they can be out in the open, that they have the language to express themselves like she'd never had.

"We should get married," Agatha says, suddenly, looking at Rio.

"What?" Rio asks, lifting a brow. "We're already ma--"

"Legally, too," Agatha says. "I mean, I know in witch law, we are married. But...we should get married again. Legally, by government standards."

"Why?" Rio asks.

"Because we can," Agatha retorts. "Because we couldn't the last time we were together. We couldn't even really be out in the open, not like this." She looks around at the other Pride attendees. "I want to stand in front of as many people as possible and tell everybody that I am gay and in love with you and that we'll be together for the rest of our existence." She takes a deep breath. "Do you want that, too?"

Rio grins down at her. "More than anything," she breathes, leaning in to kiss Agatha's lips, pulling her tightly against her own body.

When they pull back, Agatha has her hand clasped around something, smiling up at Rio as she gets down on one knee.

"Rio Vidal," she says, getting the attention of everybody within hearing distance, "will you spend all of eternity with me?" She hears several people gasp, including Lilia, but she doesn't turn to look at any of them. Her gaze is focused only on Rio.

Rio, swallowing thickly as tears fills her eyes, nods furiously, holding out her left hand. Agatha opens her fist, revealing a platinum ring with a bright, glittering amethyst embedded in it, sliding it onto Rio's fingers, then allowing herself to be lifted off the ground and into Rio's waiting arms, sharing a deep kiss with the love of her life as applause thunders around them.

This is something she had never imagined could happen when she was thirteen years old, sobbing as her mother called her evil for daring to touch her lips to those of another girl. It was a shame that was planted deep in her chest, blooming anytime her thoughts drifted toward another woman, no matter how innocently.

Rio was the one who had pulled that shame out of her, by the roots, making her feel proud and loved and unashamed of herself for the first time.

And now Rio is the one she will spend the rest of her life loving, free of shame.

When they pull away from their kiss, Rio is grinning madly at her, holding something up. When Agatha sees what it is, she rolls her eyes. It's a gold ring with an emerald setting, looking kind of black at the edges, in the shape of a heart.

"You're very cheesy for the embodiment of Death," Agatha murmurs even as she allows Rio to slide the ring onto her finger.

"You love it," Rio whispers back, pressing another kiss to her lips. "Admit it: it makes you go weak at the knees."

"At least I have you to hold me upright."

"Who's the cheesy one now, huh?"

"YOU GUYS ARE ENGAGED?!"

Without warning, Teen wraps his arms around them both, hoisting them up about a foot in the air and spinning with them a few feet before he runs out of steam. Still, he embraces them, hugging so, so tightly.

Then the rest of the coven joins in - Lilia and Alice and even Jen - and Agatha would usually feel suffocated by so many people around her, but now she just feels...loved.

[griffin-stone]

Healing Light

Lemme just... just fix this here. Acolyte spoilers below the cut.

Yeah, so it took me all of ten minutes to go, "nah, they didn't really die" and start writing it. It's messy but have a lil balm for ep. 5.

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  Breathe.

   Just breathe.

   Easier said than done. Breathing shouldn’t have been so difficult, but… but her lungs wouldn’t obey her. Nothing obeyed her orders, not her lungs or her closed eyes or…

   She felt only one thing. Her heart thudding dully in her chest. Slowing and slowing…

   She heard voices over her. Loud and angry, pounding upon her ears with the icy darkness pressing upon her aching chest.

   Then, silence.

   Silence and ice and nothingness and…

   “Breathe.”

   Her lungs spasmed, then dusty air touched her tongue and throat. She wanted to cough, but her weak lungs only took in more of the filthy, cold air.

   Air slid from her lungs, then back in. Each slow breath came easier, charged by the silent command she felt rather than heard.

   “Breathe.”

   Her eyes didn’t obey her, but she realized they were open and the darkness was above her. Not in her. The ice receded with each slow breath.

   “Breathe.”

   Finally, Jecki blinked. Her vision cleared somewhat, so the dark shadows became branches and trees and leaves. And a face.

   “Breathe.”

   Jecki blinked again, and she could see the dust and mud and tears streaking the face over hers. She seemed to have control of her lungs for the first time, as her exhale was a sigh and her eyes fell so they were only halfway open.

   “Yord.”

   Yord offered an exhausted smile, then slid to the side. Jecki heard him thump to the ground beside her. 

   Turning her head, Jecki saw Yord’s ignited lightsaber. That explained why she’d been able to see again. 

   For several moments, padawan and knight laid silently side-by-side, just breathing. 

   Yord was the first to move again, sitting slowly up. He looked back down at Jecki.

   “Still here, padawan?” Yord asked slowly, his voice rasping.

   Jecki blinked slowly. “You’re supposed… to be on… the ship.”

   “Osha came back.”

   Jecki snorted, a little impressed with Osha.

   “He was going to kill you.”

   Jecki hummed. “I kind of... thought he did.”

   “Yeah. Same here.”

   The two of them didn’t move for a moment longer. Then something clicked in Jecki’s mind, and she sat up enough to look down.

   Three holes were burned into her padawan robes, as well as on her chest. But when she touched the wounds, she found rough scars. She looked at Yord.

   “What happened?” Jecki asked.

   Yord shrugged, apparently too tired to be his usual knowing self. “I don’t know. We were fighting, I think, then… then it was dark and cold…”

   Jecki nodded slowly. “It was the same for me.”

   There was another long silence, then both of them looked sharply at the other and yelled in unison.

   “Master Sol!”

   Jecki scrambled to stand up, but her legs gave out and she fell. She cried out when the impact sent a blaze of pain across her chest, and quickly rolled over to relieve the pressure on her chest.

   “Slowly,” Yord said from where he still sat. “I think you just came back from the dead.”

   “People don’t come back from the dead,” Jecki said. 

   Yord shrugged. “You just did.”

   Jecki looked skeptically at Yord. But with the location of her wounds… how did she survive?

   “What happened to you?” Jecki asked after a moment.

   Yord’s gaze became distant. “I’m not sure.”

   “You? Not sure?”

   “Are you wanting to relive that fight?” Yord asked.

   “Okay, okay…” Jecki sighed and laid back. Then she took a determined breath and made herself sit up. “We’ve got to go. I don’t know what happened to Master Sol or Osha or…”

   “The guy from the apothocary,” Yord muttered. “How? What was he?”

   “He had a lightsaber.” Jecki tested her arms’ strength, finding them still too shaky. “A Jedi?”

   “He didn’t fight like a Jedi… or anything I’ve ever encountered,” Yord said.

   The two were silent again. The forest was dark and foggy, and they seemed to be the only things living in the whole forest.

   Yord’s lightsaber deactivated, throwing them into darkness. Jecki inhaled sharply before she could stop herself.

   “Those moth things,” Yord’s voice came out of the darkness. “If they come back…”

   Jecki made herself breathe out slowly. Everything was so dark that she didn’t realize right away that her eyes were closed. She tried to open them, but didn’t have the strength for even that.

   Everything was so dark… so cold… and the two of them were laying there defenseless. The forest was dark and dangerous, and they couldn’t move.

   Jecki let out another slow breath, trying to center her thoughts. She reached for calm, remembering the lessons from Sol. Trust in the Force.

   An unexpected peace came to Jecki. She forgot about her missing master and the stranger with the blood-red blade. It was just her and Yord, and the little pool of light and calm.

   “Jecki.”

   Jecki slid from the calm with a slight groan of protest. She could feel things again, and there was nothing but more pain than she could bear.

   “Jecki, wake up.”

   Jecki opened her eyes to find the forest bathed in light. She was confused briefly, then realized it was morning. The air was cool and clean, and the trees didn’t seem so sinister anymore.

   And Yord was still alive beside her. She could live with that.

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I might keep going, and get a cleaned up version that goes on a bit further and includes Osha to post on A03, but for now, this'll do.

[puckinghischier]

can someone please just send me lil thoughts n blurbs about comforting/soft/domestic hockey boys

all of this hughes content and nico movement in the past week has absolutely thrown me into a spiral and today was rough and i’ve been chronically tired since my semester started and i just need a pick me up and to shed a few tears to some of the softest scenarios known to man about my favorite men

i just need to be bombarded with content of my boys 🥺

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I want Victor's bonus story in this event SO BADLY but I don't know if I'll be able to get enough points 😭😭😭😭

[lilbreed1ngdoll]

okay so jumping off of my previous post, im gonna try getting back into my 2020 diet + exercise routine. it'll be hard having a teething baby who takes very few & short naps, but your girl is gonna try lol

[aerowolf]

Sobbing we're watching some of the DCEU crossover episodes and. They all got swapped in different ways and now Oliver and Barry are stuck in the bodies of random criminals. And. Cisco. Villain Cisco. My dad was all like "ohohoho villain Cisco. I like this" and I leaned straight forward on the couch and put my hands together with my pointers up and just. grinned. oh my stars i grinned and he pointed at me and went "STOOOOP" SORRY I CAN'T. VILLAIN CISCO???? SORRY???????

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Ok, but just imagine Rhett playing Peek-a-Boo with his baby.

(Photo from @up-thereinthesky)

[wanderingwriter87]

having an absolutely horrid time but the good news is i have a job where i can call in sick and it doesn't matter at all. peace and love on planet earth

[estethell]

I want to restart to write fics on The Hobbit

[masonmtxo]

Just thinking about sitting next to Mason in the stands for the game, you spending more time watching him than the match as you love to so him getting animated about something hes so passionate about. He keeps one hand on your thigh, squeezing every now and then, other hand raised to his mouth as he nervously chews his nails. At one point he hears you fidgeting and breaks his eyes off the match for a second, seeing you rubbing your hands together to keep them warm; despite being bundled in a coat, you had left your gloves at home. Without words he reaches for one hand rubbing it between his much warmer hands, holding it up to his mouth so he could blow on it before rubbing it softly, eyes now back intently watching the match play out in front of you. He takes your now warmer hand and guides it up under his coat and jumper, letting you place it against the warm skin of his stomach. Taking your other hand and repeating the same actions, he finally leans back in his seat, pulling your body into his and allowing you get comfortable. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, you leant into his chest, manoeuvring yourself so both hands where safety tucked under his puffer. The duration of the match would be spend in that position, you tracing small circles against the bare skin of his stomach, Mason pressing small kisses to your hair line every time the game lulled.