#IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

[shitpostingsterek]

[swiftmitsu]

Part 6.5

a little check in back at the castle~

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[the-witchy-owo]

Can You Draw Skye From Paw Patrol Pls ?

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IM SO SORRY THAT 1 TOOK SO LONG ><

1 hop u like it

[plusdanshii]

[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?

Outside of like. Normal dol encounters lol. When did they seriously emotionally cry?

~ @dol-dolly 💕

hmmmmmmm oohh this is so interesting… the last time care seriously cried was during early game when bailey had to pick her up from the hospital. whitneys bullying was particularly violently cruel to her that day, and he beat her up so badly leighton was called over and called an ambulance. bailey had chewed her out for being a pain in his ass and for being way too old for her to not know how to defend herself. this was probably the worst day of her adult life so far. she went home and sobbed as hard as her injuries would allow her too, and after that she started retaliating against whitneys bullying

for lair it was when she was coming home late from the brothel one time, someone grabbed her from behind and tied her wrists and legs together and put a bag over her head. so for like 3 hours she was walking naked, late at night, trying to find her way home while bound and blind while she kept getting molested and raped back to back. or when she fell in heels while dancing and she got gangraped by a crowd, she still fully blames herself for both of these incidents.

[noxxiepoo]

HELLO GANG ITS HERE SORRY SORRY SORRY

[originalcollectionartistry]

You ready, Princess?

I am so sorry my darlings! Things have been hectic in life for me. Between weddings, extra work, and personal stuff, my poor WIPs have been neglected. I promise to figure out time management better so I can grace your dashboards a bit more often.

This one might be a little shorter than previous posts but I did promise some people another fic but with our favourite sniper. This one can be read as a sequel to So Much for Love or it can be read as a standalone. Reader's choice!

CW: Fluff, PiV, rough fucking (we all know Crosshair can be rough when he wants to be), oral m receiving, pet names/degradation (princess, slut, whore), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 2559

Enjoy my darlings!

It took a long time before your heart started to mend itself. Your love for Tech had consumed you for so long you forgot what being single, truly single, was like. You missed the way he called you darling, mesh’la, cyare, all the pet names. You missed the way he tinkered with little projects when he was not on missions. It was his way of winding down and it was so cute to you. Once he ended your relationship, it was a shocker for you. You took a long-needed week off to collect yourself. You cried almost every night, wanting nothing more than to have Tech beside you with his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. You had no idea when your batch would be back next, but you wished you would be completely moved on by then.

And you were. 322 rotations later, you felt loads better about yourself. Tech was a soldier first and foremost. It wasn’t fair of you to put so much onto him concerning your relationship. So, you picked yourself up, dried your tears, and worked on yourself. You approached Dex about taking more responsibility for his place of business, finally having something taken off your plate. You started working out more, putting time aside for yourself, taking yourself out on dates. You frequented 79’s a lot, getting your rocks off to many different soldiers. You had a type, and it was clear to everyone around you. You had a few flings here and there, but no one had fulfilled you like Tech did. Your heart still ached sometimes in mourning. That was the thing about grief. It never fully went away.

There was one clone that kept you smiling and giggling. Crosshair often messaged you while they were off world, making sure you were still smiling. You had never thought Crosshair would have a soft spot for you. He was… harsh to those he kept at a distance, but you knew his humour didn’t translate a lot of the time. He was snarky, sarcastic. Crosshair never backed up any horrible thing he said as it was always some weird dark humour. It was a humour that made you die laughing at times. The deadpan delivery often getting you off guard and causing a laughing fit.

It was this type of joke that cause you to pause in the middle of a shift. The boys were back on leave for another few days and were eating more than their share of the food the diner had to offer. You had another customer leave you their number and a large tip. Rolling your eyes, you stuffed the credits in your apron before crumping the paper with the number and tossing it.

“Another suitor rejected?” Tech deadpanned.

You smirked, pouring more caf for him. “Oh yes. I don’t get why they think treating me poorly at work will make me want to go out with them! It’s insane.”

It was nice joking around with Tech again. After so long of pretending to be okay with him around when you weren’t, it was a relief when you started being friends again. You both were happy with your separate lives, and it was fun to make fun of the guys who hit on you.

“Perhaps it has worked in the past. Insane people often go for other insane people.” Crosshair joined in.

“Oh, so I’m an insane person now?”

“Well, you went for Tech, so yeah.”

You saw that little smirk playing on his lips. You paused for a hot second, processing what he had said and started to laugh. Tech looked unimpressed at the jab, but you found it hilarious. You did have a thing with Tech and so it made you laugh even more, proving Crosshair’s theory that you were a little crazy. A crazy he didn’t mind being around.

“You have a point there Cross!” You said between giggles. “Maybe I’m more insane than I originally thought.”

They paid for their meals and went back to their barracks, but Crosshair stayed behind a bit longer. He seemed to have an air of confidence around him but a little nervousness creeping around too. He gave you a hug, thanking you for being you. Which caught you off guard. You hadn’t changed anything about yourself so for him to thank you for being you was… confusing to say the least.

He left a little piece of paper in your apron before leaving to join his brothers. You were surprised at how forward he was being. Crosshair was not one to be upfront about his feelings, so you were feeling a little confused at the change in him.

Unfolding the note, you saw instructions. Short and sweet:

Meet me outside 79’s. Tonight at 7. Don’t be late.

Huh... he wanted to meet. Interesting. You guessed this was just him being a friend, trying to get you laid and find a new partner.

You were about to be so wrong.

You showed up, on time as asked, meeting Crosshair in front of the bar. He immediately put an arm around your shoulders and led you away from the bar. Where did this behaviour come from? You liked it, you wouldn’t push him away, but it confused you.

Crosshair, on the other hand, was sweating bullets. Not literally but dear god was he nervous. He had been trying to gain the courage to ask you out for weeks. After you had confirmed you were fully over Tech, he saw his chance. A year later of you working on yourself after Tech had broken up with you, you finally felt back to your old self, and he could make a move. He could finally tell you how he had been harbouring feelings for so long.

He brought you to a small intimate restaurant, where you were seated and brought a bottle of wine. You had always clocked Crosshair as a whiskey or scotch man but if he wanted to drink wine with you, you weren’t gonna complain. You liked Crosshair and had been wondering if you had any attraction to him as of late. He was a good friend and a fantastic wingman as he helped set you up with his brother all that time ago but now that you had moved on… you found yourself picturing the sniper in your dreams and fantasies. When you closed your eyes when screwing a reg, Crosshair’s face illuminated in your mind’s eye. You were hoping this was a date as you did not want to screw your friendship up by asking him out so the fact that he asked you made your heart flutter. You just hoped this was a romantic dinner and not a platonic one.

Taking a sip from your glass you finally asked, “So where did all this come from? It’s not like you to be nervous.”

Cross swallowed a bit before answering. “Well, I wanted to make sure you were over my brother. Cause I have a proposition for you.” Swirling his glass, he waited for your prompt.

“Oh? What kind of proposition my dear? It’s not for a mission, is it?”

Crosshair chuckled a bit at that. You had never left Coruscant and desperately wanted to travel and explore the galaxy, but you weren’t too keen on entering war zones just yet. Crosshair assured you it wasn’t for a mission but for a more… personal nature. He explained his feelings to you bluntly and quickly, wanting to get any rejection over with. You surprised him however, smiling coyly and reaching for his hand.

“I was wondering when you’d ask me out. I just didn’t think tonight would be that night.” Smiling you leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Hiding his excitement, Crosshair teased you a bit more before your food arrived.

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You really did not expect things to move so quickly throughout the night. After dessert you and Crosshair just walked around, seeing what the venders had to offer. When you finally arrived home, you invited him in for a night cap. It had all started so very innocently! Eventually you ended up where you are now: on all fours with Crosshairs cock deep inside your dripping pussy.

“Is this what you were hoping for? Pounding into my wet little cunt?” you teased. Crosshair responded with a tug of your hair and a particularly harsh thrust.

“I’d say it was you who was hoping for this princess. You were so eager to please when we started,” he mocked back.

It was true… Both of you moved in for the first kiss but every time Crosshair would try something: touching your breast, nibbling your ear, sucking your neck; you melted into his arms and became more and more submissive to him. You were utterly his, and you kicked yourself for not realising it for a year. As much as you had loved Tech, you never had as much raw sexual desire as you do now with Crosshair. You clearly were a better match with the sniper and were loving it!

Your thought process was interrupted by Crosshair running his fingers through your hair and pulling you up to his chest.

“I said,” he growled in your ear, “It was you who hoped for this, wasn’t it?”

You whimpered, nodding your head frantically. Babbling incoherently, you affirmed it was you who wanted this to happen. Cross groaned in satisfaction, giving you a particularly hard thrust as reward.

Eventually, Crosshair got tired of not seeing your face and flipped you over onto your back. It was a surprise you welcomed as he immediately pressed his lips to yours, smothering you in his taste. He slipped his hand down to your clit, playing with it in a way that had your legs turning to jelly. You were not going to be able to walk anytime soon.

Your high was approaching fast and you had little to no control of your moans. You were practically screaming in pleasure, begging for just a little bit more. Just enough to get you to tip over the edge!

“Come on, princess! Cum for me!” Cross hissed in your ear.

That was enough and you saw stars. Your legs seized around his waist, keeping him inside you as your whole body convulsed in pleasure. Tears pricked at your eyes as euphoria washed over you. You then felt something poking your cheek and an emptiness from your cunt. Crosshair had slid out and now wanted you to suck him off.

You happily obliged, teasing the red tip, licking your juices off him. Opening your mouth wider, you took him further, tapping his thigh to let him know he could use you. Cross didn’t hesitate, fucking your mouth with such fervor you didn’t think you could stop him, even if you wanted to! You relaxed your throat, allowing him to go further into your mouth. He suddenly pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up by your hair.

“Oh, did I stop before my whore was done?” he taunted. Kissing you fervently, he pushed you back down onto your hands and knees. Gripping your hair, he asked if you were ready.

“Cross, I’ll indicate if I ever am not ready or want to stop! Just fucking fuck my mouth already!”

Letting out a low chuckle, he caressed your cheek before pushing his cock back into your throat. “That’s my good little slut. You want me to cum in your mouth? You want me to fill your throat with my seed?”

You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations down. He shuddered, loving the feeling of your mouth. Now he knew why Tech was always brain dead after a night with you. You were a force damned goddess!

Deep throating, you gagged lightly around his length, wanting him to fill your mouth. You could feel his thrusts becoming stuttered and halted, meaning he was getting close, and you were loving the feeling. The little power trip of making Crosshair fall apart with just your mouth, it boosted your ego far more than it should’ve.

Grunting, Crosshair gripped your hair into a makeshift pony. “Gods, princess! I’m so close! In your throat?”

You sent him a thumbs up as you pushed yourself farther on his cock. No way you were pulling off to give him a verbal affirmation. Plus, it seemed to be enough for Crosshair.

“You ready, Princess?”

He timed it so he came as you were deep on his cock, shooting his cum as far down your throat as he could. He was obviously saving up as you felt overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin. You pulled off and wiped your mouth off, licking what was on your fingers up.

“Hmm,” you grinned. “You taste good Cross! Been saving up for me?”

Pulling you up and curling you into his side in bed, he chuckled. “In your dreams, princess. That’s what you can expect every time I cum in you.”

You laughed a little more before resting in the calm of the afterglow. Your breaths evened out before you closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Cross.”

“For what?”

You tilted your head so you could gaze into his eyes. “For showing me what I’ve been missing out on. I’m willing for this to be a regular thing if you are.”

Smirking, Crosshair popped a toothpick into his mouth. “Don’t you worry doll. I’m not letting you go anytime soon. You’re mine now.”

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4 months later

“Holy Kriff! Cross really did a number on your neck mesh’la!” Wrecker exclaimed.

Your hand went to your throat where Crosshair had recently reignited his previous love bites. You smiled, shrugging it off.

“Yeah, apparently some shiny was checking me out at 79’s last night. Wanted to send a message,” you laughed.

Tech looked up from his data pad, looking over your neck. “It’s normal behaviour for Crosshair to be possessive of what’s his. Although, I’ve never seen love bites look that dark on anyone’s neck. I never left any that dark.” He took a moment to think about your past dalliance with him. Smiling, he added, “Then again, I’m not as possessive nor was I around enough to mark you. But based on your reaction and pride in the marks, maybe I should’ve.”

Crosshair came up behind you, giving your temple a kiss, a shock every time he did it. He never came across as one for public displays of affection but after last night, you’d happily get used to it.

“Getting jealous, Tech? Missing what we had?” you teased, pouring more caf for him.

He shook his head, smiling. “Not at all my dear. It’s quite clear you and Crosshair are a better match than we ever were. I like what we have now. A close friendship based on mutual respect.”

Hunter took a sip of his caf before chirping, “I don’t get why you didn’t cover them. Doesn’t Dex have a decency rule?”

You shrugged a shoulder, taking his empty plate. “In writing he does, not he never has us adhere to it. Plus, I ran out of concealer.”

Crosshair had hidden your concealer. He didn’t want you covering your marks at all. He wanted the world to know you were his and only his.

You were his Princess, and he’d made sure to let the world know at every opportunity.

[maxcuntstappen]

hi! i was wondering, why are some cars faster than others? what makes red bull different from other teams when they're all subject to the same reg changes? is it just due to their resources or a lack thereof?

hello! i will try to answer this the best that i can with my limited tech knowledge and vocabulary <3

tldr; basically, yes, there is a difference between the teams' performance cause by the variation in the amounts of money, sponsors and overall resources. but as certain teams have showed time n time again (eh-em scuderia ferrari), it's not just about having money but what you do with it; largely when it comes to aero development and the wiggle room the regs give

first things first, while the regs are same for all teams, the way the regs are interpreted by the teams differ largely. everything from the floor to the wings to the nuts and bolts can be customised by the teams. Some choices work in their favour, others not so much.

something to remember is that, while building a f1 car, you're always choosing to sacrifice one thing or another. for example, during the merc domination era, their cars were rarely ever following another due to always qualifying in the top 2. that's how they designed their car then; to lead, not to follow. which means that when they did have to follow another their car, their aerodynamics struggled and the car got much harder to drive. but that's a risk they chose to take because they knew that their car had good qualifying pace.

the teams try to build a car that suits to all tracks; ones with mostly slow speed corners or fast speed corners or mid. long straights or not. all that jazz. the ideal car is one that can do well or at least relatively well in all of these tracks. but as last year showed, even the best developed cars (rip rb19 u will always be famous) will struggle on some tracks (singapore; marina bay circuit; heartbreaker). it is extremely hard to be able to build a car that's always in the top 2, and often, it requires other teams massively fucking up their interpretation of the regs and the parts and features they believe makes for a fast f1 car.

a BIG part of setting up and building a car is having drivers that can give you feedback on how the cars act and react on the track. the simulators are great and helpful but they cannot be compared to the feeling of being in the actual car, going 300 miles an hour and feeling it in your bones. time and time again, it's been seen that teams who have ignored their drivers' suggestions on what to change about the car (lewis @ merc since the last two years) have suffered a decline in the quality of their machines.

all of this comes down to the development of the car and the people involved in developing said car. of course the resources matter but the development philosophy (especially when it comes to what they do with their aero package) often plays the biggest part.

but to come to the resources part,

sponsorships, the finishing position in the wcc; the price money that comes along with it, and whether the team is backed by an engine manufacturer/major brand does give that monetary boost that leads to massive differences in lap time on track. for one, it influences the people you can hire; right from the drivers to the strategists and aerodynamicists. talent comes with a massive price tag in f1.

with teams with lesser sponsors (for eg, haas), there also comes the limitation of not being able to afford extra, spare engines or front/rear wings which can then limit and lead to a drop in the car's performance. while rbr can afford to switch out their PU if it's not giving them peek performance, williams or haas cannot do that simply because of not having enough money to be able to buy another engine from the manufacturer.

f1 is trying to decrease the difference between the teams' performance based on access to resources with adding a cost cap and giving more aero development time to the teams that finish lower in the constructors championship. but so far, it doesn't seem to have made too much of a difference to the finishing order. although, the gaps between the teams in terms of lap times has come down significantly.

i have to mention (thank u @epylonia for reminding me of this) that merc has definitely struggled since the cost cap was put in place. do with that what u will <3

also, i cannot write an essay without bringing up adrian newey. there have been talks of him retiring since 2016 but rbr has kept a deathgrip on him and paid a good amount (10 milli dollars/year) to do so. that man is a genius and rbr is fucking lucky to be able to have him/afford him.

[sae-mian]

happy ffxivswap, @floweramongstthecold!

(maybe i fell in love with nekaia a little bit, but you can't prove it)

[ccelebrian]

"Amme! You're needed at the Docks!" Elladan came around the corner, almost skidding to a stop. his excitement spilling over.

It had been many years since Celebrian had sailed to Valinor. Her old scars had faded, now only a silver mark running from her cheekbone to her chest remained. As the scars faded, her light and joy had returned. Which is why, when Elladan came running around the corner, she had only laughed at him.

"You'll break something," she chided, more out of habit than any real annoyance. She was unconcerned with the urgency in Elladan's voice, comfortably relaxed in her position beneath a large window in her sitting room. Celebrian threaded her needle with sparkling green thread. She planned to embroider green vines onto the neckline of a blue dress, and would put the same pattern onto the cuffs of matching tunics she had made for Elladan and Elrond. Her life had settled into a comfortable routine now that Elrond and Elladan were in Valinor. Celebrian mourned for the loss of Arwen, and the uncertain nature of Elrohirs fate, but she had made peace with it. She only ever wanted happiness for her children, whatever that might look like.

Which was why Elladan found her so nonplussed with his excitement about the docks. She did not expect anymore of her family to come to Valinor.

"If Uncle Finrod is debating King Olwe again, I assure you, I want no part of it." What other reason could he have for his excitement about the docks?

@amid-ice-and-snow

[fallensxvior]

@blitzbuckz followed you!

Hell was many things- but small was never one of them. Always something new to see, somewhere new to go. He'd been here for a moment now and yet it always felt like he had only just arrived.

But he wanted to know this place, and its people. This was his brother's home after all- to know it, was to know him.

Something he found himself doing frequently was checking out the bar scene. He wasn't much of a partier, but Yeshua had always had a fondness for good food and better drink. It was easier here- if nerves started to get to him, a glass of wine or a few beers could smooth him over.

To that point, he raised a hand for another drink, smiling softly at the bartender- trying to get some nerve together. Maybe something good could happen today. He hoped.

[huntedhauntedhunter]

SUPER BELATED BDAY GIFT FOR a good friend!

[controld3vil]

Hi!Can you one with reader and Austin in an interview??

Loved your Dune imagine a lot of<3333

oh YOU GOT IT. enjoy !! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

[kentoavenue]

KUROO THUNDERSTORMS PREQUEL TONIGHT YAYAYAYAYAY

[jester-jam]

Finally finished Roadkill!!

Thank you for letting me draw your skrunkle @aoblunt !!

[lafleshlumpeater]

What are your rules

after many many months, anon will finally get their answer

[hum-suffer]

Hi!

Fic prompt: Jaime and his mother for the phrase “held hands”

Jaime doesn't miss his right hand as much as he's afraid for his left now. He didn't care for the right as much.

His mother never held his right hand when she sobbed, hunched over, while Father yelled at some servant for adding a sculpture of a dragon in the Lion's Den.

His right hand had scars, but not fingernail shaped crescents that never faded because he pried his skin apart every time they healed completely.

His right hand was the legacy of a Lannister, but his left hand is the legacy of a son.