#IT WAS FORETOLD

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

LET'S SETTLE THI- Oh hang on. Hang on, Machine, um.

It's 8 PM I need to take my testosterone.

Sorry I'll just be a second. Uh wait here, alright?

Audio Source

[maglev-mushroom]

Content warning, blood and mentions of skinning in the first one

these songs are the same story from different perspectives if you're brainrotted enough about it

[miasanmia-fcb]

🥲

it really scares my how in about 10 years no one from the current german nt is still going to be the team

[bistec-musings]

They literally named him bj. They made the perfect man for him pygmalion style. What were they thinking

[etherealplans]

wheres that you will find love on a random tuesday post because its tuesday and i giggled at it this morning like yeah right then went into work and met a girl and got so carried away talking to her and now were going on a date

[vizrecon]

[nothazellevesque]

i am simply an Alive Bobby Nash Truther until the bitter end. they can have a live feed of the inside of that man’s coffin as his body decomposes in the corner of every single episode from here on out and i will continue to believe that he will rise from the grave and continue to live his best most chaotic life with his hot wife and his cringefail bisexual son assigned to him by the HR department at the LAFD and his beloved dear paramedic friends who come to him for life advice and his son in law/narrative parallel with extreme catholic guilt and a nobel prize for pioneering new batshit ways to repress emotions and discovering previously unknown stages of grief. it is what he deserves

[lovphobic]

the kitchen crimes we committed today: - too much mango - used too many cookie

[concernedbrownbread]

The best thing about writing is that you can foreshadow an entire plotpoint on a throwaway joke, and only the people who come to reread it will realise oh, what happened was always going to happen.

[authortobenamedlater]

It’s my policy to follow any Christian fangirl/fanboy blog

Inspired by Grace (not me) love and light of my life

[accursedvoid]

Warrior Cat CrowdStrike has dealt a blow to the Clan of Microsoft today.

[zoieru]

☁︎ Lazy ~

Slow, lazy sex with Jing Yuan ☁︎ cw: NSFW CONTENT, afab slightly sassy reader. Softtt, teasing, down bad Jing Yuan. Estab- relationship. One use of 'my love', use of 'pussy' and 'cunt'. Missionary, cum play(?). It's very natural and domestic. Jing Yuan focus (this is basically a 'wouldnt jing yuan fucking you slowly and sensually be so hot' post) not proofread

"mmh stop teasin'." A hum escaped your lips as your eyes drifted down his tan skin. Those chest and abs, smooth in the sunlight, all the way down to where his pretty cock was running back and forth achingly slowly over your folds which parted like petals either side of his reddened tip.

"I'm not teasing. I'm enjoying." He murmured. "I've been unable to spend time with you, properly, recently. Can't a man take his time feeling his love on him again?" His voice dripped, even more honeyed than usual, curling around you and sucking you into his dreamy like embrace. Jing Yuan was sat back a little on his haunches as he rolled his hips rather languidly, long eyelashes concealing the hints of gold of his eyes half lidded and watching the way his glossy tip parted you as if it was the most erotic sight in the world. To be honest it was quite the sight from here, so you could only imagine, with a touch of envy, how good it would be from up there.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, the only sounds in your bedroom the occasional wet squish of his ministrations, and the gentle huffs of breath and little moans you both let out as his tip caught on your clit. While it was driving you a little crazy, you also loved to watch him watch you, taking his time like this, observing himself doing this with that look on his face, the dusting of pink on his tanned cheeks, that little fucking smirk on those lips. That sight was worth the biting of your lip to stop asking him to hurry up. He loved you, loved pleasing you, that was enough to get off on alone.

After a few moments he looked up at you through his eyelashes, eyes gleaming golden in the soft warm sunlight streaming through the window. That damn smirk. "Mh, you're being rather patient. Haven't lost my touch, have I?"

"Jing Yua-an," your voice broke a touch as his cock caught gently on your clit again. "You wanted me to let you take your time, stop complaining and fuck me already," a pout touched your lips as you looked up at him, rather unconvincing in his opinion. But he loved that damn pout on you.

He leaned over you more, a warm sensual chuckle escaping his lips as he supported his weight with his arms either side of your head, leaving his cock resting teasingly across your mound and lower stomach. A tease, is what he was. And he'd get away with it too. One hand came up and poked your little pout, eyes crinkling with faint lusty mischief. "Ah. It seems I spoke too soon. I suppose I have been rather cruel to you hm? I'll make it up to you."

The hand from your lip made a path down your skin, large slightly rough hand drifting over your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his palm, your ribs and waist, eyes half lidded with affection and desire, fixed on yours as it moved. It left you only to let his fingers slip over the base of his cock, which was achingly hard from teasing himself just as much as you.

He did what he usually did, his lips meeting yours in a soft wet kiss as his tip poked and then dipped gently into your pussy, the warmth and subtle pressure making your breath hitch. He hummed deeply, contentedly, into your mouth as he let his hips roll forward and his cock slowly push into you. While cliche, it really did feel like coming home to a certain extent, the feeling of his cock filling you making you feel somewhat whole. A breathy moan escaped your pinkened lips into his own as he sank deeper, taking his time as he did with most things. He was a man in no rush, not with you, he took every single second he could to relish in your shared sensation, forcing you to do so along with him, something rather frustrating but more intoxicating.

He let out a soft low moan as he bottomed out, shifting his hips side to side just a little as if to get as deep as he could, finally parting from your lips and looking down at where he'd disappeared inside you, fluffy hair cascading over his shoulders and onto your breasts. You gasped, the wiggle letting him just kiss your cervix, and his eyes returned to you with a little smug chuckle. "Better?" He teased, voice low and sensual.

"Mph…better," you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him nestled so deep inside you, inside that you were convinced were probably shaped like him to be honest.

"I'll always take care of you, you know. Patience, they say, is a-"

"'S'cuse me, I'm here to fuck, not to receive a lecture, General. Get on with it," you interrupted, rather sassily, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes softened and he chuckled, smile stirring the butterflies in your stomach around his cock.

"Manners are also a virtue, by the way…" He teased, voice dripping with sensual teasing, just as you opened your mouth to make another snarky quip, he pulled his hips back, his thick cock sliding out of you until just the tip was left, and then pushed it steadily back in all the way to the hilt, making your voice halt in your throat. He smirked at your little glare, as you tried to still maintain some semblance of defiance as he fucked his cock into you just how he knew drove you crazy. He was so annoying, and you were so ridiculously in love.

His pace continued, not slow, but definitely not fast, steadily and sensually rolling his cock into your cunt, sinking into its cosy core with soft low little moans that always drove you crazy when he did them. Your own joined his, breathy little noises of pleasure, of affection, as he fucked you. His head leaned down again to capture your lips, body weight shifting as his left hand disappeared again and found itself between your thighs, his fingers first brushing over where your pussy stretched around his length, before settling onto your clit with his rough thumb. You let out a soft needy little mewl of surprise and pleasure as he worked small gorgeous little circles into the nub, making you wiggle and roll your hips as he continued to fuck into you, unravelling you and any defiance you had left that might have been wanting to make a sarcastic comment or two.

He hummed, with amused affection and lust, parting from your lips to open those golden eyes, flicking between yours half lidded with pleasure as he smiled. "You're so beautiful like this." He murmured, which just the thought of seemed to shift something, as then his little low sounds became more breathy, lifting in pitch, his eyes closing as he buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, cock pushing deep with each thrust that was a touch sharper than the next with his increasing pleasure.

Your hands came to his hair, his upper back, running along him as he fucked into you, almost soothing him through the pleasure, coaxing out his high. He groaned into the skin on your neck, breath warm and moist, as your nails ran gently over his skin, through his hair, and his hips began to stutter as they rocked into you, thrusts previously so measured and steady now stuttered with pleasure and overwhelm.

His hand on your clit shifted to your hip almost to steady himself, his neck bending slightly so he could look at him sinking into you beneath him. With the next kiss of your cervix, you felt his thick tip twitch, and his warm body shudder into yours with a deep honeyed moan as he came, warm spurts of his seed deeply pooling around his cock nestled inside you as he stilled, riding out his high. Your hands ran over his gently heaving back, a soft hum filling your lips as you relished in the feeling of him filling you slowly with his warmth.

His weight shifted into you more as he let his breathing slow again, his thumb running small circles just above your hip as he came down. He lifted his head a little after a few moments, a sleepy little satisfied expression on his gorgeous face, hair all mussed from the pleasure. "Mmh, I've missed that," he mumbled, planting little messy kisses over your jaw and cheekbone like a cat licking you.

You felt a giggle rise to your lips and raised an eyebrow slightly, face looking satisfied and quite fucked out yourself, still relishing in the comfort of his cock still deep inside you. "What, shutting me up with pleasure?" You teased, voice soft and sleepy too.

He laughed warmly, raising his own eyebrow and cocking his head slightly, his hair over his shoulder tickling your cheek. "That, too, of course. But I was mostly talking about you, in general, my love. And making love to you." He hummed, eyes softening as they flitted over your expression.

After finishing his sleepy kiss attack by planting one on the tip of your nose, making it scrunch cutely, he pulled back on his haunches again, golden eyes falling onto where your bodies were connected once more. Now the sight was…decidedly more erotic.

"That's so…" He murmured, before rocking his hips back a little and then pushing his cock, softened only a touch, back in, making the gorgeous mixture of your essences ooze out of you around his shaft. His eyes darkened as he did it, a soft smirk playing at his lips as his gaze found yours once more. "That is a sight, one I never tire of," he said, voice a touch rougher with the reignited arousal.

For a few moments he fucked his cum into you gently, watching as it coated his glistening cock and the edges of your cunt, white and thick, gathering around the tip as he pushed it in and out of you languidly. You shifted a little with soft noises with the slight overstimulation, but adored him watching him fuck his own release into you like it was the prettiest thing.

"You're so gorgeous when you do that," you muttered, a sleepy sort of smile playing at your lips to match the heady mix of affection and lust you felt in this moment. He chuckled once more, almost cheeky, before shifting forward again, bottoming out, and settling his body into yours comfortably on the bed.

"We are staying here a while," he stated, muffled by his face nuzzled into both your neck and a pillow. Which resulted in a little laugh from you. Your arms wrapped around him gently, stroking little patterns on his upper back.

"Of course," you murmured, planting a little kiss on the side of his head.

masterlist ~

[playertwotails]

Hear me out with this head-cannon

Sonic isn't "The Chosen One".....Tails is.

Sonic is the mentor figure.

Think about it. Sonic is the cool mentor figure that seems like they can do anything and are at top of their class peek fighting form. And like most mentor figures in stories we have little to no info about their childhood (well early childhood at least). He's someone super important to Tails in his formative years that is taking care of/teaching him everything he knows. Just like most mentor figures.

Meanwhile Tails is the student/mentee/younger sibling/family member of Sonic that Sonic took in when Tails was at young age and raised after he was abandoned. We also have a lot more info on Tails early life and back story than Sonic's. Plus, Tails is not only learning everything he knows about fighting from Sonic to a point he is almost equal to him, he is also knowledgeable in other areas that Sonic never taught him. And take into account Tails is much younger than Sonic and able to keep up with him (especially if we stick with the Tails is 8 and Sonic 15/16) that's a hell of an age gap for Tails to be able to keep up with Sonic in a fight. Hence Tails is "The Chosen One" because of how quickly he's able to just learn and grow even with him being so young.

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

To Hold an Angel

A little drabble for the bestest and cutest and prettiest and kindest birthday boy in the whole world 🥺💕

You swear you could count his lashes, fluttering against his flushed cheeks. Gently, your fingers carded through his heavy locks, drawing sighs of content from him. Soft puffs left his lips, pink and parted and glossy from when you had kissed him and left traces of your lipgloss on them. He looked so pretty like this. 

You pouted as you watched him, a thumb brushing over his cheek. However, the moment you did, a whine escaped him and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Hm?” you asked him when he glared at you with lidded eyes. His stare only intensified.

“What?” you laughed. With a groan, he sat up and - not without cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips - grabbed your hand to place it back into his hair.

You snorted at the petulant look he gave you.

“Really, Tenko?”

“You're-” your kiss interrupted him “- not-” another kiss “-supposed to-” kiss “stop.”

You giggled when he looked at you, cheeks flushed a deep red and his lips starting to bruise. 

“Don't do that,” he murmured, but he leaned back into you regardless, mouth parted and a sweet groan leaving him already at the mere thought of kissing you more.

[metamorphesque]

― Gabriel García Márquez, Chronicle of a Death Foretold (translated by Gregory Rabassa)

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

what do you MEAN @strange-aeons is revving up dashcon 2 in my OWN FUCKING CITY

I finished an 8 hour shift at work only to see that a groupchat I'm in is SCREAMING that I need to attend since Im already in toronto