#I am not right but I am right gotta keep your standards high

[ahalal-uralma]

tagged by @sunkissedfawn

continuation of a pick top 10 favorite films in gifs challenge. Here are my choices in Sci-fi:

I won’t be tagging anyone this time, but you can join if you want to. :)

[kithtaehyung]

seven days (m) (teaser) | jjk

POSTED HERE JULY 22ND, 2023!!  upcoming series: seven days (m)  pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; roommates to lovers au  summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven. warnings: cursing, alcohol/vape mentions, parties, he wears glasses sometimes😔👍, chains bc it’s tradition atp lmaooo, cocky!jk, feelings🤕, big big big jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, multiple explicit scenes🫠, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), full lists to be revealed each chapter! notes: …so this song called seven dropped and— notes 2: but really there was a fic that had been in the wips for a minute, and i just so happened to have a burst of energy to expand on it so here we are! making it a series to allow myself time to dedicate meaningful energy to each scene and not rush them💕 est. chapters: prologue | mon | tue | wed | thurs | fri | sat | sun | seven days est. running dates: july-september 2023 taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!) teaser: below the cut if you want a taste 🩵

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“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—” 

“No.”

“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.” 

“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.” 

“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”

“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like someone after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.” 

There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”

“You mean those days are only a trial run?” 

You do break into laughter this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!” 

“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”

You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity, 

“No.” 

He doesn’t say a word. 

“Not since my standards changed.” 

And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think this is a hell of a lot better than—

“I could do it.” 

“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?”

“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.” 

“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?” 

“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning. 

But you get stopped at the doorway, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,

“I am.”

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tbc. :))

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a/n: yeah idk what happened to me. one moment i was saying i wasn't gonna get bitten by the seven bug, and the next.. well. this happened lol. anyway! taglist is on a form so that i can easily keep track of who to tag. pls make sure to either tell me ur age in the survey or to have it on your blog bc i check all entries when tagging. prologue is already written and will be up soon! ++ ⇥ masterlist

[mysticmellowlove]

Thinking about a really tall (like 6’3-6’4) yandere who is like slender muscle and who gives off “Look at us the wrong way and I’ll snap your neck” vibes but in reality he is just a little thing for us. A big little thing. Like, he can lift almost anything and do anything but he just wants us to caress him and tell him what a pretty boy he is and how we love him. Sitting on his lap caressing his pretty face saying we’ll be together for eternity. He wants to be manhandled at the same time, spank him, tell him his mommy owns him and peg him. Use his thick long pretty pink cock however you please but just please touch and love him. Take him on walks and pet him and he should be ok.

note; the Aussie in me really comes out whenever i write mommy kink because i can't for the life of me type 'mummy' and not cringe, it's gotta be the American spelling lol

warnings; sub male, yandere male, reader is called mommy, no gender tho, mommy kink, small pet play,

The smell of freshly brewed coffee swarmed your senses as you took another sip from the cappuccino in front of you. At your side was your boyfriend of three months. The relationship was pretty new yet you had a feeling that he didn't share the same sentiment.

Ever since you had first gotten with him he was always a little too close, a little too clingy, a little too knowledgeable. You took it in stride though and made sure to enjoy the strangely attentive man.

"Hey, you're with Build Co?" Your head turned casually as you zoned back into the real world. Standing there was an older man accompanied by what looked to be the standard younger and way more attractive assistant.

"Sure am, shall we start?" You smiled at the two as you slowly pet the thigh of your boyfriend.

"You did so good today, I'm proud of you." You cooed as you languidly stroked his cock. The ministrations were repetitive, up and down like a pendulum. He sat with his legs draped over your lap, his hands holding him up as he pressed them into the bedsheets.

He was like a big puppy, sometimes he was naughty and like today sometimes he was good. You knew that taking him to one of your appointments would be a little shaky, there was something about other people that seemed to set him off. However, he didn't even glare at the gentleman you were designing a house for!

He deserved something good for his efforts.

"T-thank you mommy." He stuttered as he fought to keep his hips still, not wanting to take away his prize by being greedy. You knew all he wanted to do was thrust upwards into your hand, it seemed as if today he just wanted to be on his best behaviour. You cooed as you continued to jerk him, your other hand going to pinch at his sensitive nipples.

He stood tall and strong, muscular and intimidating and yet he had the most sensitive body. Flick his nipples and he was keening, brush over his underwear and he had tears in his eyes. Such a needy boy and yet it was only for you. That rush of dominance was like nothing else, that high of knowing he would only bend over for you. And bend over he did, he tried to tempt you all the time after all.

But now he was being a good boy and good boys deserve rewards. He already had his collar around his neck, the leather slightly biting into his skin just how he liked it and you knew that the butt plug inside him was pressing deliciously into his prostrate as he sat on his ass with his cock before you.

"Please, can I be inside you?" He whispered, his eyes directed down at his weeping cock instead of your eyes. So shy and pliant, always wanting what's best for you. A hum left your mouth as you pretended to think about it for a moment.

"Why not? You've been so good to me haven't you, it would be cruel to leave my little puppy high and dry right?" A snide grin rose to your lips as his eyes lit up, a light sheen of sweat made his skin glisten.

"Come on then, make sure to fuck me good puppy." You grinned as you gave his dick one more tug before shuffling his legs off of you. After a long day of work getting to spend the night with your overly needy boyfriend was like a dream come true. Even better if he had his cock deep inside you as tears streamed down his face.

"Of course mommy, I promise. Always."

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Perversion

@turbulentscrawl triple dog dared me so heres tht thing i wasnt gonna write bvfbfvbihv im so sorry if this ooc lol

Photographer pls why u gotta call him "little gray mouse" pls im not normal now

Rated Explicit | Warnings: none

You never asked for more than what is willingly being given, you are content– Happy with what you have for easily you can have nothing at all. Being with Aesop means not always having the ‘standard’ relationship. Often you are doing most of the work, putting all that you have into this, supportive of this. You usually feel bad thinking you are pressuring the man to stay with you, maybe he thinks he has to out of pity.

Though he will reassure you he never felt pressed to stay, he is willing, and he loves you.

Intimacy, Ada says, is a key part of keeping a relationship stable. Sex is healthy and given the situation of this place and the high stresses, she says sex often can strengthen a bond. You… You like cuddling but sex? It never crossed your mind. It took a while for Aesop to get used to your physical affection, even laying on the same bed as you was awkward at first.

Maybe Dr. Ada is right. Maybe you bring it up… How do you bring this up!? She sympathizes with you before explaining to bring it up naturally.

That is why currently you stand beside the Embalmer as he restocks his embalming supplies.

“Would you have sex with me?” So you suck at naturally bringing up things.

Aesop dropped his bottle.

“Aesop!” You quickly pick up the bottle, luckily it was only one of the makeup bottles, “Are you okay?” Not too much spilled out.

“Are you?” Trying to gather his thoughts, “Why would you ask that?” He thinks something is wrong.

“Yeah, I mean… Dr. Ada said “To strengthen a relationship, sex helps”.”

He blinks a few times, you rely on his eyes to read his expressions as he always wears a mask, “Oh.” He had faced you but he turned back to his supplies, “No.”

“Oh, okay.” You go back to watching him work.

“It is not because of you,” Wording this as best as possible, “I don't like… That.”

“That?”

Aesop is quiet for a second then tries to explain, “It is… Dirty.”

“Dirty as a sin or the process.”

“Yes, no, the process.”

You make an ‘oh’ sound before a laugh, “Okay, nothing wrong with that! I know skin-on-skin contact is hard for you. Heh, I got scared it was because— Huh!?” His gloved hands hold your face, “Aesop.” His mask touches your lips as he kisses you, and you return the kiss.

His forehead is on yours as he speaks gently, “You are beautiful.” His eyes are on your face.

You hum softly, closing your eyes, “Sorry.” Your hands on his shoulders squeezing it as he kisses you again, “May I hold you like this.” Whispering the request. You might have unintentionally had negative thoughts, Dr. Ada warned you a rejection can bring up underlying feelings.

“Of course.”

You do not know what shifted after that day.

Aesop is a sweet lover, he has needs that are different from yours, but he often puts you first. When you need intimate affection like cuddles that require the bed, he gives you that time. But lately, he is trying the skin-on-skin contact in little ways. Kissing more often as his lips rather than the mask, he uses his bare hand to touch your face (one glove on though), and he is one asking for those cuddle times.

“No,” Blocking his kiss with your fan, “Aesop, you don't have to make up for anything.” The single glove on was a sign that something was off. Masklessly kissing you on the lip does happen just not always, he has sensory issues and you respect that. Plus, kissing his mask is cute especially when your rogue marks it.

“I– I am not,” You close the fan with one hand revealing your little frown, “I wanted to touch you… Properly.”

“You can at any time you want, love. But don't force it.”

He leans back nodding as he adjusts his mask back to his face, “May kiss you again?”

You smile before jumping on him a bit to kiss him a dozen times.

Naturally, you expected things to go back to normal, the subject was not brought about sex until much later.

When Joseph became involved.

There is a word for this Joesph said while speaking with you, ‘A ménage à trois’. The word sounds so sweet and smooth like silk from his mouth. Something he says with a hint of something you now realize is seduction.

Maybe the Photographer gave Embalmer this idea for there is no way he came up with this himself. Hell, you never knew they were friends—Ish, they seem to tolerate each other more than others.

As Aesop undresses you, you feel Joseph touch the newly revealed skin as soon the only thing you have on is your underwear.

“Cold?” His voice is low as his finger traces around your shifting nipple. You nod, unable to trust your voice, Aesop's hands hold your waist as Joseph’s lips take the nipple into his mouth, the Photographer's other hand teasing the other. You are grateful to lean against your lover, his mask pressed against your cheek as you quiver. “You will warm up in a moment.” You never realize how pretty the Frenchman looks, most of the time he terrifies you but right now he looks so pretty.

The foreplay is overwhelming, two pairs of hands, one with medical gloves on and the other bare but cold, makes you dizzy.

When you finally are on the bed, writhing as you grip Joseph’s unbound hair as feasts on you between your legs, Aesop removes his mask to kiss you. With every moan stolen by him, you were surprised he wanted to taste you. He tastes like mint, and you taste like that wine Joseph offered prior to this event. Calm the nerves barely.

Something in French is said and you whine as Joseph pulls away. Not for long as slips his cock into your well-prepared heat.

“Look at me.” You fight to keep your eyes open as Aesop holds you, “You are doing so well.” Caressing your cheek.

“They are tighter than I expected.” Joseph says after cursing under his breath, “Relax.” You try but you feel so full. Aesop looks at the way you squirm, his hand moving to your body but unsure where to touch first. “Here, rub lightly.” Joseph guiding Aesop's hand between your legs.

He can't directly feel the sticky substance of your essence but he can feel the warmth, the moan you let out has his cheeks burning brighter than it already is. It is very strange, the texture thick and the substance cloudy.

“Feeling brave enough to taste it, little gray mouse?”

Aesop shakes his head and rather sticks with kissing you.

“Aseop…” You moan out, “Ah.” This is so much yet not enough all at once. “Joseph!” Confused as he grazes something inside of you that has you seeing stars, “There! Please, please!” One hand on Joseph’s arm and the other holding Aesop's hand.

All night you had Joseph inside of you, touching you. All night, Aesop is there exploring you when he feels comfortable and always kissing you. The arrangement is, well, you would not mind doing it again.

[fatal-furry-mark-of-the-tigers]

I don't know why, but I think about this a lot...

I go to a Girls' Night kind of tabletop gaming thing in the city every other weekend. The girl who runs it is cool as fuck, pretty chill about having the nonbinary/bisexual crowd welcomed.

But I swear, there was like...one off hand remark from someone else there that would've made my blood fucking boil if the timing had been worse.

One of us was bringing up old stories about an awkward old friendship with a high-key chaser cis dude who played Overwatch, and the second they mention that they fooled around with him sexually, some other absolute donkus just says "Eww!" and gets the appropriate paraphrased response from the storyteller of "Ok, what the fuck, I'm trying to tell a story, what the hell's your problem?"

Which got the unfortunately expected response of something stupid like "Nothing, it's just, I don't know why you'd want to have sex with an icky Overwatch-playing cis MAN..." or some bullshit.

And given one of my cis male (also bisexual and cool as fuck about polyamory) partners' history of playing Overwatch with his family, (cause y'know, who'd have thought you weren't an inherently evil person for being comfortable having a male-ID'd dick and playing a fucking video game with a funny gorilla with a gun? Crazy thought, right?)

I tried downplaying it and joking about how I'm more concerned about the chaser in question if they were still playing at Overwatch 2, but if that had hit with worse timing, I would have easily flown off the shits and gotten kicked out for throwing hands with the "Eww" girl in question who by the way, just DID NOT let up on this subject for like 20 minutes and kept interrupting the storytelling to interject about her low to mid-key vehement hatred of smelly cis men, it was so goddamn annoying.

Between the phrase "not all men" poisoning the well, people just...saying shit like "Some segregation is good, actually" (Actual fucking quote from some asshole regarding gendered bathrooms and locker rooms I saw in a public Discord server before, word for word in the quotes, I am not even fucking kidding), and all the "ugly, smelly, evil cis m-m-men" rhetoric fucking shit up for cis dudes who are just comfortable being dudes and sexually open enough to respect trans people just fine and putting an obnoxious stigma on trans people who just feel like consensually fucking whoever's up for it without people getting nosy about it.

I keep going out of my way to say "partner" and "they" in that gaming spot in reference to two of my partners who are blatantly cis men who happen to also be really extra cool about a bunch of weird sex shit I'm into. Maybe just let me say that in "lesbian safe" spaces without being a bitch about phrasing. Maybe just don't be weird about bi/pan/whateversexual people of fucked up ambiguous gender or anything else if they call someone their boyfriend who explicitly goes by he/him and isn't transgender.

Maybe acknowledge that you are not immune to propaganda, and any gender or sexuality differences from other people doesn't exempt you from being kind of a cunt.

People seem like they forget the original literal definition of queer on a disturbingly regular basis.

queer

/kwir/

adjective

adjective: queer; comparative adjective: queerer; superlative adjective: queerest

1. strange; odd."she had a queer feeling that they were being watched"

Any later sex or gender connotations aside, it literally just means "fucking weird", and that's cool and all, but you really gotta accept how much that actually means there's no universal standards for that word. It's meant to be strange, odd, and infinitely versatile.

Just stop with trying to rewrite it into having some clearly defined rule set.

It doesn't.

It's just 'weird'.

[disasterbiwriter]

You already know I want to read about what happens the first time Jess gets sick and how Luke handles it 😅

As he has every morning since he brought Jess home six weeks ago, Luke wakes up at 3 AM.

It's not terribly far off from his standard 4 AM wake-up-and-meet-the-bread-guy schedule, but given that he hasn't been falling asleep until midnight most of those nights, a victim of sky-high anxiety and a mental to-do list that feels as long as his leg, it feels a little insulting that his body won't permit him to at least sleep until his alarm goes off.

He tries to focus on his breathing in hopes that he'll ease himself back to sleep for another blessed twenty minutes, but the minute his eyes close again, he becomes aware of the barest pressure on the edge of his blanket.

Luke cracks open one eye to see his three-year-old nephew standing next to him, all bedhead and solemn dark eyes.

"Hey Jessy," he croaks. He pushes up on an elbow. "What's up, bud?"

Jess shrugs and doesn't say anything. Not unusual - he's still shy around Luke, warming up by degrees day after day.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Luke tries.

Jess shakes his head.

Luke hesitates, not sure what to do next, then finally tries, "Do you want to come up here and try to go back to sleep?"

That's all it takes. Jess scrambles up the side of the bed and wedges himself firmly against Luke's ribcage. Luke is instantly on the verge of tears.

It's the first time Jess has ever reached out to touch him first.

Luke thinks he's in for it now, an hour of wiggles and kicking, but Jess drops back to sleep immediately. It's impressive, his ability to konk out like that. Luke envies it. Jess's little mouth drops open and the tight fist he has clutched up under his chin relaxes.

Moving centimeters at a time, Luke lowers himself back down on the mattress and gently reaches down to stroke Jess's hair. He breathes in the little boy's sleepy, sweaty scent, which has become so familiar to him he wonders how he ever did without it before. Luke frowns, then dips his head closer and takes another deep breath.

Jess smells... wrong. His normal, sweet, little-boy smell is still there, but he also smells mildly of something vaguely sour and phlegmy. Luke frowns and gently presses the back of his hand to Jess's forehead. A little sticky, maybe, and warm, but not unduly so.

Hm.

"He... smells sick?"

Luke tries to keep his voice level, but Jess's preschool teacher, Ms. Marian, sounds like she thinks he's nuts, and frankly Luke's temper is its own beast even when people aren't treating him like he's crazy.

He counts backwards from ten, then says, "I just figure keeping him home today is the right way to go. If he's better tomorrow, he'll be back then."

Luke stays on high alert for the rest of the day, taking Jess's temperature every hour or so, chasing the little boy down as he wanders through the diner. It's normal all day, and Jess is himself: tactile, curious, still quiet but getting bolder the longer he lives with Luke. Luke, on the other hand, is exhausted from trying to keep up with regular business and making sure that Jess doesn't climb into a bag of flour.

"But imagine how you'd feel if you'd sent him to school and he was sick," Lorelai says that afternoon when he admits that he feels like a mother hen. She's moving through the diner in this balletic way, delivering meals, bussing tables, plucking up one of Jess's crayons to add eyebrows to the monster they are drawing piece by alternating piece. It's starting to look uncomfortably like Taylor Doose, and Luke is certain this is not a coincidence.

"I guess," he grumbles.

"You gotta go with your gut. But guts can be famously hard to interpret." She rubs one hand over her stomach, stretching her face comically and bringing a giggle out of Jess. "Sometimes I think my gut is telling me one thing, but really it's just saying it needs one of Luke's brownies."

"Brownies?" Jess asks hopefully.

Luke shakes his head and checks the register one last time - plenty of singles, quarters, and dimes. "After dinner," he tells Jess. He comes out from behind the counter and angles his nephew towards the stairs. "Tomorrow?" he asks Lorelai.

"It's only a dayyyyy awayyyyy!" she carols after him.

They eat dinner and Jess happily scarfs down the promised brownie. Luke gives him a bath and sniffs his head again (still a little sour), so he washes his hair twice. They read I Am a Bunny once and The Monster at the End of this Book one and a half times (Luke's Grover voice was apparently unsatisfactory in the first attempt) and by the time Jess is asleep, Luke is halfway there himself. He strips and showers and collapses into bed and is asleep before The Arsenio Hall Show.

So when he jolts awake in the middle of the night, fully alert, he assumes it's because he went to bed so blessed early. He glances at the clock: half past twelve. So then what...

The sharp bark that rings out through the apartment pulls him immediately out from under his quilt and to his feet. A seal, he is convinced there is a seal in the apartment. What the hell kind of dream...?

The seal calls again, but this time Luke registers it for what it is. Not a seal, a cough.

He turns on his bedside lamp and squints across the room. There's Jess, sitting up in bed, curled over like an apostrophe. His back is turned towards Luke, and the sharp, barking coughs shake his little frame.

"Oh buddy," Luke murmurs. He palms the thermometer and crosses over to Jess, dropping into a crouch in front of his nephew.

He instinctively touches his wrist to Jess's forehead and hisses in a breath. "Hey Jessy," he says softly, trying for calm, "open up your mouth and let's take your temperature, huh?"

Jess coughs again - it sounds so deeply uncomfortable that it makes Luke want to cough in response. "No, Unca Luke," he whispers - or Luke thinks he's whispering. He realizes a split second later Jess is so hoarse his voice can't get any louder. "My neck hurts," he says now. "Inside." He swipes at his nose, smearing snot across his little cheeks. It's a testament to his two months as a parent that Luke doesn't gag.

"Ahh. Sore throat, huh? Okay then." Luke settles for wedging the thermometer under Jess's armpit, feeling like the lowest dog in the dirt when Jess whimpers that it's cold. They sit for a few moments until Luke pulls out the thermometer and reads it.

101.3.

"Shit," Luke whispers. "Shit."

"Unca Luke, it's too cold." And like a flipped switch, Jess starts shivering so hard it makes his pearly little teeth chatter.

Luke's head swims. "Well, we can do something about that," he lies. He takes Jess's comforter and wraps the little boy up in it, scooping him up into his arms and bundling him against his chest.

In between spikes of panic, Luke manages to get Jess to take a dose of Junior Tylenol, all the while running through the list of options.

Call the pediatrician and leave a message with his service - no idea when he'll call back. Take Jess to the emergency room in Hartford - Luke hates the idea of Jess shivering and crying in the backseat for that long. Call someone - Cesar? Lorelai? - to drive them to the emergency room so he can sit with Jess. He's pretty sure nobody signed up to play ambulance service for their boss and his nephew when he hired them.

All the while Jess is still shivering against Luke's chest, no energy to do anything except cough and wheeze, while Luke spirals closer and closer to a full meltdown.

God, if things weren't already bad enough, Jess's cough is getting so sharp and acute that Luke is starting to get properly scared. Every cough makes his pulse rocket, every whistle from Jess's little lungs is enough to make him choke down tears. His whole body aches to do something, anything to help the little boy.

Suddenly, he finds himself remembering a night not unlike this one: waking up in the wee hours in his childhood home on Peach to the sound of a sharp cough and his mother's soothing voice. He followed the sounds to the bathroom he and Lizzy shared to find her sitting on their mother's lap, the hot water running in the shower, the room tropically steamy.

"Lizzy's got a touch of the croup, is all," his mother explained. "We'll sit here in the steam and she'll be good as new. Go on back to bed, hon. I've got her."

He doesn't believe in messages from beyond the veil or anything hokey like that - that was always Liz's deal - but that doesn't stop Luke from whispering a thank you to his mother as he bundles Jess into the bathroom.

Luke turns the water as hot as it will go and turns on the shower. The residue from Jess's apple-scented shampoo is still on the tub, so for a moment the room smells pleasantly like a pie. Luke settles down on top of the toilet seat lid, tucks Jess up under his chin, and sort of awkwardly rocks them both from side to side.

"Okay, Jessy. Let's just hang out in here for a little bit, okay? The nice warm air is going to help your cough. You're gonna feel better in no time, okay?"

"I want to sleep," Jess moans. He coughs again, rough this time. "I want my ducky pillow."

Luke curses himself. Of course he should have grabbed the ducky pillow! "I know, Jessy," he says aloud. "You're tired. It's late and you're ready to sleep, I hear you. Let's get this cough taken care of and then we'll get some shut eye. I'll stay home tomorrow and we can rest and watch whatever you want on TV."

"Babar," Jess says meekly.

"Babar," Luke agrees.

"Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Sure, bud. Once your cough gets a little better you can snuggle up in my bed. We'll get ducky pillow and you and I, we'll have a sleepover. But for now why don't you just try to sleep on me, okay? I'm not as good as a ducky pillow but Uncle Luke is pretty soft too."

Jess whimpers a little. "It's too bright."

"It sure is, kid." Luke rises into a half stand and manages to use one elbow to knock off the lights. He settles back down onto the toilet lid and gently rubs Jess's back. He watches the steam swirl around them in the glow of the nightlight.

Eventually they both fall asleep. Luke wakes up at eight to the water in the shower running ice cold. Jess wakes up when he feels Luke shift and demands french toast. He's sweaty and cheerful, bright eyed as he smears syrup all over his face.

Thirty-five years later, it's the middle of the night when Luke gets the call.

"I don't know what to do," Jess says raggedly.

"Hey, it'll be okay. Let me listen to her."

There's a pause. Then, "Hi Pops" echoes weakly over the line, followed by an old familiar bark of a cough.

"Hi honey-girl. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. Let me talk to your daddy again."

There's a shuffle, and then, "Well? Should we go to the ER?"

"It's the croup, Jess. She's got the croup. Go ahead and take her into the bathroom and let the shower run, sit in the steam. She'll be okay. You've got her."

[stvharrngton]

okay u gotta hear me out on this one, cus I have no idea how to put it into words properly BUT

know how in a lot of fanfic and shit theres always the trope of reader being super loud with moans or that kinda thing? well.. well.

Steve/Eddie with maybe a best friend or s/o who's noises during sex are like, the breathy, high-pitched breaths out kinda thing? like sorta whines and full on whines and the whole "wow that moans gonna be so loud but I dont wanna breathy-whine-moan louder than I already am so im gonna have to breathe this moan in and swallow it until it comes out as a closed mouth whimper" like embarrassed that theyre actually being loud (so many ppl have to get off as silent as they can and I can just imagine reader being used to having to be quiet in sexual moments cus who wants to get caught touching themselves lmaoo like idk its just a very untouched, real trope)

like the breathy moan-whines that make ur eyebrows knit up together like ur almost in pain?? like so breathy idk how to get this across bro I hope u get me, like reader being so into it still

idk I have a feeling that it'd be different to what theyre use to and the first time they hear it theyre like.. all blood just rushes south no thoughts.

im a sucker for the Not In A Relationship Yet trope cus the pining is good but they somehow hear u like that ^^^^^ and its like the straw that broke the camels back - they gotta make you make those sounds asap

bonus points for when they try and give you so much that you actually end up letting a standard-regular moan out instead of ur whimpery- breathy - sweet - overwhelmed noises

i totally get you babe dw

i feel like either with eddie or steve maybe you’re best friends so obvs they know where you keep the spare key under that plant pot outside your house and yeah you were expecting them to drop by later but not until later and you’re feeling a little frustrated a little pent up and you’re home alone so why not take it into your own hands right? but you’re so into it and making yourself feel so good that you don’t even register the sound of the door going or the sound of someone climbing the stairs and then they hear it. that sweet moan you let out as you edge closer to your orgasm and they all but stop in their tracks, cheeks flustered and mouth hanging agape as they keep listening cause they can’t possibly stop listening to you moan as you get yourself off from the other side of the door

i feel like when you and steve finally get together and you start getting intimate you maybe hold your moans back a little still, cause you know you can get loud but you don’t wanna embarrass yourself and get all flustered in front of steve but this time he’s fucking you so good, so deep, your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock all up in your guts and it’s just too much. so you moan. and you moan loud and it catches you off guard a little as your skin heats up and your eyes bug out of your head but like. it just riles steve up even more, makes him even more cocky and confident than he is around you. chucking at the sound he smirks at you, cupping your face as he says to you ‘oh, was that good, baby? you like that?’ and ‘such a good girl, where’ve you been hiding that all this time, huh?’ and ‘moan so sweet, angel, could listen to you all fuckin day’

but eddie is a little different i think. maybe he’s fucking you from behind, body bent as he presses your chest down into the mattress, but keeps your hips raised enough for him to fuck into them. your loud moans thankfully being muffled by the pillow but eddie’s had enough, so he wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls you up towards his chest, his fingers loosely wrapping around your throat as his hips snap against yours still and he’s all like ‘come on, sweetheart, i wanna hear it, know you can’ and then when you finally do moan all high pitched and loud he’s all ‘oh, fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s what i like to hear’ and ‘y’sound so pretty, now was that so hard? gonna make you scream’

😵‍💫

[lucius-morningstar]

Magic Happens? (Part 2)

Awkward conversations and Panic. ------- Lucius: Okay so what did you want to talk about? Charlie: I'm about to ask a question that's going to be very uncomfortable for us, so I need you to answer me honestly and quickly so it doesn't get anymore awkward then it needs to be. Lucius: Okay. Charlie: Who of you in this hotel had sex in the past couple weeks. Lucius: Charlie the fuck. Angel: I don't kiss n' tell dollface. Husk: The fuck you talking about, that's all you do. Angel: Well way to make it less fun. Cherri: Yeah I fucked, I can't recall when or with who. Mostly out of it Charlie: Okay thank you Cherri for being the only one to give me a straight answer. Angel: I mean you know me babe, I'm always fucking with someone. So yeah more then likely. Husk: Probably but I don't have the best record of it so apart from last night, no. Charlie: Lucius please don't make me ask again. Lucius: I am not answering that because I love you too much to admit I've had sex. Angel: I can answer that. He snuck off the Carmine place last night. Vaggie: How the fuck do you know? Angel: He texted me, let's see he said "If Charlie asks, tell her I am fucking Compound Pussy." Then it autocorrected to which he kept trying to write Clara's name but it came weird before he said "Fuck it, you know what I mean, just say I'm smashing ass n' that my phone will be off until tomorrow." Lucius: Ugh.. Bees fuckin honey, stuff makes me share too much Angel: Husk fucked me last night. Husk: Angel the fuck?! Angel: She wanted honesty, don't have a lot of details but I have the claw marks on my back to prove it. Charlie: I don't need visuals, just a confirmation. Husk: *Sighs* Can I ask why? Charlie: Uh.. Well so I was letting dad know the baby news, he asked how? Husk: Please don't give us a play by play. Charlie: No, just anyway I explained that I tried the creation spell and it overloaded and kinda blew all sorts of fuses in the hotel. He asked me if anyone was in the hotel aside from ya know me and Vaggie. Lucius: Weird question to ask. Charlie: I thought so too, so I asked him why and he said and I quote "Nephilim magic is new, stronger and unstable in new hands so the effects could be far bigger and far more.. Uh. Wild in the hands of someone whose still learning." Lucius: What'd he mean by that. Charlie: That I have to keep an eye on everyone for the next couple weeks. Lucius: Why. Charlie: Nothing serious- Lucius: Charlie please just spit it out! Charlie: There's a risk the creation spell might have worked on everyone in the hotel.. Whose been intimate in the past couple weeks. Lucius: What the fuck does that mean! Vaggie: It means that there's a risk that if you've had sex, unprotected especially, that there is a huge chance your fertility odds have doubled.. and tripled in some cases. Cherri: I thought we couldn't have kids in hell. Charlie: In normal standards yes but.. my magic may have reversed it on accident. Cherri: Please tell me this is some kinda sick joke. Angel: Yes please tell us it's a sick joke. Husk: Why are you panicking, you're a guy. Angel: No-No reason. Charlie: Gender is irrelevant, the chances are high regardless. Lucius: Fuck! Charlie: It might not work on you Lucius. You're a Nephilim too, it's possible the spell didn't even effect you. Lucius: Well I fucking hope so Charlie. I just got with Clara and Carmilla will kill me if in the first two weeks one of her daughters ends up knocked up. There's only one place and person she'll be looking for and that's me! Vaggie: Well it's too late to complain now. Charlie: Lucius it might not even mean anything. It could be completely false and nothing could happen. Lucius: R-Right.. Charlie: But.. Yo-You still gotta tell Clara. Just in case. Lucius: I-I can't. I can't fuck this up more when we're actually in a good place. Vaggie: You think she'll like you if she finds out on her own and finds out you knew and said nothing. Lucius: ..I fucking hate you so much.

[thezombieprostitute]

Sparks Fly - Part 4

Summary: After working as an engineer for Wilford & Gilliam Trust for several years you find evidence of seedy dealings and burned books. After turning in the evidence you find yourself in danger and seek help. You're taken into the protection of a mob family where you run into your high school best friend, Mace.

Word Count: ~1200

Warnings: Implied violence and attempted murder. Please let me know if I missed any.

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“DC,” Mace whispers between kisses. “DC, we gotta stop.”

“What? Why,” you whine as he gently pushes you away.

“You’ve had a roller coaster of a week,” he explains. “Your emotions have been, understandably, all over the place. I want to make sure you’re in the right state of mind, that I’m not taking advantage of you.”

You can see the pain in his face as he says this. It’s clear he wants to keep going but he’s putting your emotional needs first and it makes you want him more. But you know he’s right. You hug him tight and ask, “can we still cuddle on the couch? Make out some more?”

“Absolutely,” he breathes, making you giggle. “Want to do that now,” he asks.

“Gotta finish the fries first,” you tell him, moving back to your seat. He chuckles and nods, “okay. I submit to french fry superiority.” You giggle and he continues, “we probably should use this time to talk about what’s going to happen during and after your testimony.” You sigh but nod in agreement. “I’m currently waiting to hear back if I can be with you at the courthouse but I’m hopeful. Between GBH, Barton and maybe Fowler we’ll have at least one person outside the courtroom and one inside. The third would most likely be outside the courthouse."

“And you trust them,” you say more than ask. 

He nods in affirmation, “absolutely. They’re really good at keeping people alive.” You pause your eating and he thinks, “there’s probably a better way I could’ve worded that. Sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I know what you’re trying to say.” You resume eating your meal so he continues. 

“As for after your testimony, I know from previous experiences that you’ll have a few options. One of them is your standard Witness Protection. We’ve got some connections with the Federal Marshalls and we can get you to them. New name, new city, and some protection. The other version of that is we set you up with a new name and enough money to start a new life in a new city. One of the primary differences being we could get you set up in another country all together.”

“What if I don’t want to leave?” 

“What?”

“I worked so hard to get where I am, I don’t want to just drop everything and leave.”

“DC, these people are trying to kill you. What’s the point of holding onto everything if it just leaves you dead?”

“I’m going to die eventually, regardless of whichever option I choose. I might as well choose the option that makes me happy. What makes me happy is living here, being with you again.”

“I…I don’t know,” Mace admits. “I’m not sure how much protection we can actually offer if you’re not working for us. You’re doing everyone a huge favor by testifying, of course, but…”

“Will you at least look into it as an option, AC?”

He thinks for a minute, eyes never leaving yours. “Let me call Teach,” he finally says. “If there’s a way, she can find it.”

“Thank you, Mace. I really appreciate it.”

“Mace,” Teach says over the phone, “I’m gonna need you to put me on speaker for this.”

He quickly pulls the phone away from his ear and puts it on speaker so you can hear as well. “Done,” he tells her.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can you hear me?” Teach’s tone is very serious. 

“Yes, Ma’am,” you’re quick to reply. 

“I’m going to ask you some questions and I need you to be completely honest with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you nod, even though she can’t see you.

“What is your primary reason for wanting to risk your life by staying in this city?”

You pause. She’s not beating around the bush at all. “My life is going to be at risk in any of the scenarios I was presented with. It’s just a matter of to what degree. The relocation options would certainly make it difficult for me to be found, especially the international one. However, the people who might occasionally check in on my safety have no investment to do so other than pay obligations. Additionally, I’d never know if I could actually trust anyone. I wouldn’t be living beyond going through the motions. I’d spend my life looking over my shoulder with minimal support.”

Looking at Mace, you continue, “whereas if I stay here, I have people I can trust. People who are invested in my safety."

“Will you accept one of the other options if we are unable to provide you the protection and means to stay?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“One last question,” Teach says. “Is your primary interest in staying because of Mace?”

You hold Mace’s free hand, fingers interlacing with his, “I’ll admit he is a major factor. But, as he pointed out recently, we’ve only been back in each other’s lives for a couple of days. I have a life here that I’m not willing to just give up without a fight. Or at least exploring all of the options. I understand your organization may not be able to offer more than this one time protection and one clean slate and I accept that. But I have to try.”

Teach is quiet for a moment, “okay. I’m gonna need a copy of your resume. Mace will know how to get it to me. In the meantime, please make sure to take care of yourself. You’ve got your testimony in just a couple of days. Which reminds me, Mace?”

“Yeah, Teach?” Mace moves closer to the phone.

“You’ve gotten approval to be in the courtroom but you are not allowed to actually be in proximity. Huffman needs to make sure none of our people are seen too close to her or the Defendant might be able to claim witness tampering.” 

“Okay,” Mace nods. “That makes sense. Just so long as someone tells me what room to be in and when I can go in on my own.”

“And Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Yes, Teach?”

“You’ll have to be careful to not make too much eye contact with Mace. I understand you want some emotional support for this, but we have to be careful to make sure your testimony isn’t dismissed.”

“I understand, Ma’am.”

Teach hangs up and you curl up against Mace. You work with him to get a copy of your resume to her quickly.

“Do you think she’ll be able to find something,” you ask Mace after he sends the file.

“If anyone can, it’s her,” he assures you. “She’s quite the fighter, especially when she thinks it’s for something that’s right.”

“I hope she finds something,” you whisper.

Mace nods, “in the meantime, we should make sure to get you ready for your testimony. Like she said, I won’t be able to be with you but you’ll see me. I promise.”

“Thanks, AC. I’m gonna need all the help I can get.”

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[subskz]

i come back like the moon!!! i love the moon, thank you so much

seungmin really just.... he causes so much chaos, unintentionally. much of chaos is intentional but also. me wanting to push him against a wall and ravish him? nah that's just me. like i just keep seeing concert clips and i just KNOW that he would be so cute and pliant coming back to you after. like he's tired and hyped up at the same time but incredibly clingy all the same. my sweet boy 🥰 pressing himself against you as much as possible, reducing you to just grinding your hips on him, holding your hands and interlocking all your fingers to make sure you can't leave. like you would ever leave, but he's gotta be sure hehe. and INFINITY MARKS. ofc they gotta be below the neck, but it don't matter to me. i will mark his cute tummy and thighs all day long baby! also a better removable mark for his neck, that's right, a collar. having one with puppy, or your name, or your title, all very good ideas to me

standard ideas, standard ask, but i just am in a soft, loving seungmin mood. i can make him cry for me later. and i will 😉👉👉 -🦊

hehe of course you’re so welcome! i love the moon very much too it felt like a fitting comparison 🥰

that’s the best way to put it lmaoo seungmo can be both the accidental chaos starter or the intentional chaos enabler and it’s so cute to see when that side of him comes out <3 the concert clips esp of him have had me so endeared…like a few days ago where he was a bit too excited and you can see hyunjin and bin both motioning for him to calm down 😭 i think it plays right into this scenario w him feeling exhausted after a performance but still in such high, giddy spirits!

pressing himself urgently against you to let you know how needy he’s feeling without even having to say a word…that always gets me ❤️‍🩹 and leaving infinity marks in intimate spots that only he can see is such a sweet idea too…esp if you murmured smth sappy abt how even when they fade into his skin he’s still forever yours i think it’d make his lil cancer moon melt~ a collar is a perfect compromise! he might even wish he could get away w wearing it as an accessory in his daily life 😽 i love the thought of its tag having your name instead of his it just scratches that possessive itch so well

please they’re ideas i don’t mind coming back to one bit hehe but you know i’ll anything that involves pretty boy tears is more than welcome ♡

[glitter-lisp]

Au game but I’m making you au your fandom into mine — give me a tangled dragon rider au (doesn’t have to Napoleonic wars related bc I’m a nice person)

jaylia this is so funny because literally in the last chapter of multiverse i sent them to a dragon rider world specifically with you in mind omg okay so this is less of a 5 fun facts and more of 1 setting and 4 character sketches ok SO

think typical high fantasy there are Kingdoms and the the Kingdoms have Magic and also some of the Kingdoms have Dragons and and the Dragons have Dragonriders and when a newborn Dragon picks a human to be their Dragonrider they are shipped off to a multination Dragon School Up In The Mountains To Learn How To Do It also worth noting for this world im stealing the eragon thing that dragons can choose their riders from inside the egg so if you touch a dragon egg sometimes that bitch will hatch on the spot for you and oops now you gotta deal with that. so anyways our cast of character in the ya novel i am dubbing the dragon thief:

hugo. the eponymous dragon thief. part of a thieves guild, stole a dragon egg in transport to sell to the highest bidder because that shit is EXPENSIVE if the sale went through he'd be set for life, except oh holy shit what the fuck it fucking HATCHED, and since dragon bonds are considered sacred across all nations (dragons are too Wise to choose random shitheels obviously) he's immediately pardoned of all crimes and shipped off to dragon school with his hatchling, but being pardoned of your crimes doesn't mean your fellow trainees have forgotten them and everyone at the school knows you once tried to kidnap and sell the baby dragon that is now bonded to you for life, and they treat you accordingly

nuru, a young princess who's descended from a long line of both nobility and dragonriders, but always like, yknow. the eldest daughters. the only-kind-of-joking family motto is "first on the throne, second in the saddle" and nuru is the fourth child so the best she could hope for was a decent dowry and a husband who let her keep studying astronomy, but then at her family's hatching ceremony the hatchling stumbled out of its egg and trotted right past all of nurus sisters and into her arms, so now her family is furious even though she really, really, really didn't mean to buck tradition and steal her sister's dragon, and all of her sister's friends who expected her there after the egg hatched are instead stuck with her pesky baby sister instead

yong. tiny baby child whose parents are trainers at the school, and was therefore raised on the property, and was therefore raised as much by dragons as people. is accidentally EXTREMELY magical by virtue of growing up around so much magical energy. his parents keep him the fuck away from any eggs because of that, for fear of him accidentally pulling an unhatched dragon into a bond because of his power instead of the dragon actually wanting to bond with him as a person. yong somehow manages to find, befriend, and bond with a young wild dragon ("young" by dragon standards at least) instead, leaving him half a decade younger than his mostly teenage and young adult classmates, and his dragon close to a century older than their hatchlings

varian. the first dragonrider trainee from his kingdom invited to study at the school. At least, the first in close to 30 years, since his uncle the king and his dragon were both defeated in battle a few years ago after waging war on the rest of the world for a quarter of a century. edmund is gone and his son eugene, varians older cousin, is doing what he can to fix the wreck of his own kingdom, make amends with their neighboring kingdoms, and restart the dragonrider corps in the dark kingdom, since edmund demanded all other dragons and riders be banished a few decades ago. varian never had anything to do with the war, never fought in it and barely knew his uncle or his dragon, but that doesn't stop people from treating him and his dragon like they're also going to go insane and start murdering people any second

soooooo yeah that's all i got band of misfits at magic school sticking together because everyone else hates them so they might as well

[strawberrystepmom]

Kendy I love all your sensitive emotional placements, sometimes you just gotta be soft and cry things out and it’s okay 😤 (sailor moon coded 💞)

If I can offer you my big three: Virgo sun, Libra moon, Scorpio rising 🤭 (and… virgo venus 😔)

usagi 🤝 me

napping, eating, crying

THANK U BABEYYYYY I am proud of my sensitivity even if ive had to grow into it. It hasn’t always been a positive thing for me in my life.

love Virgos I’ve gone on and on about it today but Virgo sun to me is a beautiful placement because your mission is “I will make the lives of those around me more simplified and easy” and I worry a lot about Virgos bc this same courtesy doesn’t always extend to themselves depending on where their other placements are at. they can be deeply self critical despite doing far better than almost everyone else most of the time, their standards are just so high and are almost always turned inward. My most beloved Virgos struggle with a lot of anxiety and self doubt and that could be an issue you’ve had in your life too but looking at the rest of your chart I think it has probably been something you’ve been able to manage as you’ve grown into your personality

Moon deals with internal emotions and one of the struggles of Libra can be the ability to make a decision and stick with it. I will say though that when a Libra sticks with a decision it’s a good one almost always and they made the right choice. Libra is soft and fluffy, a cloud or angels wings, and is probably the perfect way to deal with the occasional self flagellation of Virgo. Virgo will make you scold yourself, Libra will provide you a soft place to land and nurture yourself until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Scorpio rising elite rising placement and having seen your pretty face you even embody the physical traits. Beautiful, magnetic eyes, pretty hair. You may come off to others as someone who isn’t necessarily buttoned up but you keep your cards close to your chest and they can tell but they’re intrigued by your energy and talk to you because they can tell there’s more than meets the eye. Scorpios are deep deep deep people.

[teddybeartoji]

hihi mikeyyy, just an answer to your answer to the ask i sent 😚

first of all thank you for all the suggestions i'm going to check them out right now!! i remember sending hayakawalove an ask when they posted something about if anyone would like to read something about geto being called mommy as a name - not one of my proudest moments i admit but you gotta put pride aside for such important matters - and i begged them on anon to actually make a post about it because even if no one else cared me personally i needed it (didn't regret it at all!! i love their suguru so much)

also when you included "ik u like femsuguru" into your answer 🥹🥹 i wanna show some gratitude aaaaa i swear i need a suguru irl, esp since nowadays all my friends are finding love and then there's my lonely soul with high standards just standing here cuz lets be honest where do you even find people like suguru... anyways

also you answered an ask about whiny toji AND !! YOUR TAGS LMAO

"show some enthusiasm or die" I ACTUALLY LAUGHED OUT LOUD

so yeah thankful for that as well cuz i am in desperate need of good feelings nowadays

also wanted to conclude on my sleep problem (thank you for wanting to help you're so sweet really), i still have trouble and i have tested asmr (a 7h long history thing if i remember correctly) and the waiting time to be tired was the same as when i'm on my screen or not occupied and just waiting for sleep so? idk what's up with me, but it's fine anyways cuz with school approaching it'll allow me to study more.. but i should try exercising ngl, maybe it'll tire me out faster

thank you for being so kind to me and everyone, happy birthday to your blog (? i think i saw posts about that right? i am forgetful pardon me, but your achievement is incredible and i hope you're very proud of yourself) and never forget to take care of yourselffff 😚

~ ☀️

SUNNYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAYAKAWALOVE MENTIOONNN YEAHHH!! HEHEHEHE I LOVE REMM!!!!!!!!!!!!! and omfg i have been thinking abt this mommy and suguru thing more lately too it's so fucking hot...... mmm yeah i do get the part abt everybody around you finding love and the impossible task of finding an irl suguru and to that i can just say that. suguru isn't perfect either!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yk considering all the murdering and all that... there is somebody out there for everybody,, i do believe in soulmates afterall hehehehe

"show some enthusiasm or die" NO BC THESE ARE THE WORD TO LIVE BYYY OKAY I MEAN THATT!!!!!!!! smhhh keeping his moans all to himself alright mr greed damnn😒😒😒😒

WAHHHH maybe school will tire you out too yeah?? i hope so bc you do deserve some good sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i also hope that you're remembering to eat and all that too i can't have you slacking off here!!!!!!!! this is very serious business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was in fact teddybeartoji's first ever bday hehehehe i am very very fucking glad to be able to be here with you and everybody else it's quite literally been a life-changer ngl... ANYWAYY I LOVE YOUUU!!!!!!!!!! SENDING YOU KISSES AND HUGS AND KISSES AND HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!

[touloserrrr]

Since I am totally very normal about Six… I have decided to overanalyse all the lyrics: No Way

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

Aragon refused to give up her place as the king’s wife and queen, and refused to accept Henry as the supreme head of the Church of England.

You must agree that, baby, in all the time I been by your side

Out of all the queens, Aragon has been married to Henry for the longest; approximately 24 years. Also, she chooses to refer to him as ‘baby’, further implying the fact she is refusing the annulment and acting like they remain married.

I've never lost control, no matter how many times I knew you lied

During his marriage to Aragon, Henry had 3 historically confirmed affairs, and potentially more. Despite this, she remained rather calm, which made her favoured by the public in contrast to Anne Boleyn, Henry’s next wife.

Have my golden rule

She was highly Catholic, so this is in reference to the Biblical golden rule “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. Additionally, the word ‘golden’ could be about her outfit, which is gold in order to represent royalty.

Gotta keep my cool, yeah, baby (you know she's gotta keep it cool)

And even though you've had your fun

Running around with some pretty young thing

This is in reference to the confirmed affairs - possibly specifically Anne Boleyn, as she was around 10 years younger than Henry.

And even though you've had one son

With someone who don't own a wedding ring

Although there was no heir from Aragon, Henry did have an illegitimate son with Elizabeth Blount; Henry Fitzroy.

No matter what I heard, I didn't say a word

No, baby (you know she never said a word)

I've put up with your sh- like every single day (whoa, whoa)

While the other queens often are censored by the rest of the queens, Aragon stops herself from cursing on her own. This could be because she is the most mature in character and holds high standards for herself, as she still sees herself as a queen.

But now it's time to shh, and listen when I say

Women were expected to be the ones having to listen during the Tudor times, so this shows Aragon’s confidence and how her character may break the patriarchal stereotype of a woman.

You must think that I'm crazy

You wanna replace me, baby there's

This is likely about Anne Boleyn, who took Aragon’s place as Henry’s wife and queen after her.

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

If you think for a moment

I'd grant you annulment, just hold up, there's

Throughout the entire song Aragon is trying to discover a legitimate reason why she should be divorced from Henry (mainly near the end), but as there isn’t a clear answer other than his own selfish desires, she refuses to grant annulment.

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way

No way

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way

No way

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

So you read a bible verse that I'm cursed

'Cause I was your brother's wife

You say it's a pity 'cause quoting Leviticus

"I'll end up kidiless all my life"

When Henry did state a reason, the main one was based on a passage in Leviticus - and she was married to Henry’s brother, Arthur, before he passed away and she was sent to marry once more.

Well, daddy weren't you there, when I gave birth to Mary? (Oh, hi baby)

(Daughters are so easy to forget)

Aragon had 5 confirmed miscarriages, therefore the only child of hers that survived was Mary. However, Henry demanded a male heir to the throne, so the birth of a daughter was not important to him.

You're just so full of sh-, must think that I'm naive (whoa, whoa)

I won't back down won't shh, and no, I'll never leave

Even after her annulment, Aragon stated she was the rightful queen, therefore refusing to leave her title.

You must think that I'm crazy

You wanna replace me, baby, there's

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

If you thought it'd be funny, to send me to a nunnery, honey, there's

During the divorce procedures, it was suggested she can go to a nunnery. This is viewed as a bad thing throughout the entire show until the very end, when it is revealed that this could’ve helped the character of Aragon with a career in singing.

No way

No way

No way

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way

No way (no way)

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

Hey

Let's go

Here we go

You got me down on my knees

Please tell me what you think I've done wrong

Been humble, been loyal, I've tried to swallow my pride all along

During the Legatine Court, Aragon knelt in front of Henry to explain to him why she was a good wife. The most notable words she used were ‘humble’ and ‘loyal’.

If you can just explain a single thing

I've done to cause you pain, I'll go

No?

You've got nothing to say?

There is no evidence of Aragon doing anything wrong in her relationship (as nowadays we have better understanding that the miscarriages were not her own fault).

I'm not going away

There's no way

You must think that I'm crazy

You wanna replace me? Baby, there's

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

You made me a wife, so I'll be queen 'til the end of my life

Even at her final moments, she still refused to give up her title as queen, even submitting a letter to Henry where she states to be his wife and queen.

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way (no way)

No way

N-n-n-nup-na-nup-na-nup-na

No way

No way

There's

N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

[howdyfriend]

Celeste LORE?? PREHAPS?? ANYA ?? A N DY ?? FUVKINB- EXPLODES

i am free from the road once more so i will answer ur ask now :)

Im going to talk about Anya and Celeste’s world itself first though so i can get into more character specific stuff.

Since they are super cool supervillains, they gotta have powers right? In this world, magic mostly genetic. There are alternative magics, think like potions and shit, but its weaker and more finicky. The most worthwhile magic is passed down from parent to child. It works like regular genetics, some powers are more dominant than others, generations can be skipped, etc. Anya got her powers from some distant aunt, and most of her close family does not have magic, save her cousin. Celeste’s family have had very strong, dominant magic, so she and her siblings all have their fathers magic. Magic is influenced by where and how your ancestors lived, Anya’s ancestors lived near water, so she has water magic. Celeste’s ancestors were the ones who would keep night watch, and as such has darkness and shadowy related powers. Not everyone has powers, and over time the number and diversity of people who can use magic has gone down.

Anyways Character Time Yay

Celeste grew up super rich. Like uber mega crazy rich. Not Jeff bezos kinda rich but really fucking rich. Eldest of four children, she grew up expected to bear the family name, business, and riches when her father dies. As such, a lot of pressure was put on to her. Everything was chosen for her. Every extracurricular, every class, even her outfits were planned ahead. She was allowed no individuality. She was the heir, designed to be a carbon copy of her father.

You could imagine how terrified she was when she realized she was trans.

She knew she couldn’t come out. While she didn’t like how she lived, it was better than the streets. So, for years, she sat on this revelation, growing more and more uncomfortable and angry at everything. She would reach out for support and be dismissed, restrictions for her behaviour were getting tighter, and the dysphoria was becoming overwhelming. That is until she saw the perfect chance to end all of this.

Her father had just wrote his will. One day, she went into his office to ask a question and saw it lying out on his desk. He had named her both sole heir and power of attorney to his estate, and knew that this was her chance to get out of all of this. Despite her increasing restrictions on her movement, she was able to secure enough cash from around the house to hire a hitman. No paper trail was left behind. Everyone in that house died that day, and she inherited huge money.

Anya grew up in a standard, suburban home. White picket fences, oak trees with tire swings, garages with suvs and minivans. Her childhood was ordinary at best. Despite a lack of expertise in the area, her parents managed her magic well and her abilities developed nicely. It wasn’t until middle school until things went wrong. She had been pestered by a small pack of bullies for a while, but had recently started escalating their behaviour. So she fought back. Small things at first, directing tap water back at their faces, causing clouds to pour rain down onto them, innocuous things like that. Over the course of middle school and high school she was starting to get fed up with the increasingly agressive attacks from her bullies, when it all came to a head on the night of her graduation when they tried to drop the stage lights onto her. She was a theatre kid though, and was able to get out of the way fast enough to not get crushed. In a fit of rage for ruining her moment in the spotlight (which they just tried to kill her with) she lost control over her powers, sucking every ounce of water out of their bodies. Feeling the adrenaline rush, she let herself go completely, savouring the power she felt. Eventually though, she stopped, and realizing the damage she caused, ran away.

She wasnt going to let up on that feeling of power though. Not a chance. After honing her newfound power on the local wildlife, she packed her bags and started life anew in a different country, becoming a hit man. One night she was approached by a young man seeking to inherit his fathers wealth. He knew he would be caught if he was the killer, so saught out her instead. He asked to frame it as a home invasion, as not only would he pay her in cash but in whatever valueables she wanted from his home. She took the deal, and got to work. After everything was said and done, they parted ways, Anya using her extra wealth to fund a far more lavish lifestyle. This lifestyle lead her to a house party, where she would meet an awfully familiar face.

Anyways they get together and decide “fuck it lets just cause problems on purpose” and become supervillains the end.

and for andy i have something planned for him ;) its fun dont worry :)

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I am curious about your opinion for checo's words about george... imo it's unnecessary, but at the same time i feel like some rbr fans (or just max fans) are being so mean to checo. bro just wants to keep a job like all of us

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it's unecessary, yes i agree with you anon. like why'd he have to throw my boy gr into this

but i've got some feelings abt checo that im gonna put under a read more bc i know everyone won't agree with me. nvm the read more function is buggy as hell LMFAO

i agree though. i think a lot of people are being mean to checo and i think some of it can be chalked up to the fact he's just not performing as strongly as let's say the beginning of the year. like suzuka was fucking bonkers and none of the shit he did can be defended you know? he's been in this sport for more than a decade now unlike george....like obviously people are going to be more critical of him because of that experience.... he's clearly choking and rb should probably be trying to iron out whatever is going on whether its a mental hangup or car issue.....

BUT i DO agree with checo saying that the media + everyone else is judging him harshly because of his nationality + race. it's kind of wild,,,,even on f1blr, a space i would probably perceive as being """more progressive""" than other sports spaces that a lot of drivers of colour are either treated like an afterthought, a prop for whiteys, or hypercriticized. people will say "oh it's sports!!! of course im going to have biases" which is true. but how about when the media is doing the same thing? as a poc it does raise a lot of red flags when i see people dismissing the achievements of drivers of colours over and over and over again! the fact that poc have to perform a such a high standard anyways or else they get scrutinized and their identity becomes a fucking weapon to demean them more. like god forbid checo just....not perform right? nah helmut marko gotta say its bc he's fucking brown thats the reason why LOL. the fact that a lot of people INCLUDING THE MEDIA are saying its fucking over for him.......but they wouldn't say that about other white drivers who have similar trajectories says it all for me. as you said he's trying to keep his fucking job and i really don't think everyone is making it better.

tl;dr - gr made a mistake and checo is flopping a little but they're being racist to my mans.