#IT‘S FUCKING PINK

[peonierose]

💖🌸💌💕🌺💞 Happy Birthday lovely!!! 💞🌺💕💌🌸💖

A little pink for you today 🥰 I hope you have a magical day today! Sending you love and hugs, and happy birthday wishes!

Ariiii 🩷🩷

LOOK AT THIS GIFT!!!!

It’s so pink and glittery (is that word? Ah hell I’ll just make it one 😅)

Thank you for thinking of me and making me this sweet and thoughtful gift I cannot thank you enough 🩷🩷🩷🩷 Thank you. Thank you!!!!!!

Here’s a little hug

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Imagine Damian with a sunshine reader but they sometimes turn into a whole new person with jay from the kubz scouts humor "I swear if this doesn't work I'll take off ___ headband wipe my ass with it put it back on bird box style and give myself pink eye" 😭

Anyway good night/morning

Don't forget to eat and drink well!!

Strange Kind of Humour

Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

wc: 1.2 K summary: you hate bugs (sorry for the people who love bugs) warnings: lots of bad words. a/n: thank you so much for the request and sorry for the late reply, but this is really funny and had to educate myself on that kubz scouts guy (i watch him regularly now) i couldn't really come up with such creative words, but this is the best i could do. enjoy! (divider)

75% of all animal species are insects, most of them have wings and can fly. However, only some of them look cute and are not some venomous, useless, shit-eating bastards who are trying to get into your stupid tent.

Someone came up with the perfect idea to go camping for two days, to finally relax from everything that‘s been going on. Bruce was very reluctant but eventually got blackmailed into joining, not having any possible way of working since you are all in the middle of the woods, trying to have fun.

Damian invited you to go with him, actually begged you, so he isn‘t alone with all these lunatics, and you‘ve never been more happy to join a trip. He knew you would be happy to join, just hoping the others won‘t make fun of him for being ‚soft‘ for you, or else this small family-trip will end up in a blood bath. So far, it‘s been actually pretty good so far, you had something warm to eat, having grilled together, had something vegetarian for Damian. You talked a lot with Dick and Tim, noticed the funny dynamic between Jason and Tim, befriended Cass, and made fun of Damian together with Duke as he failed to build the tent up three times.

Now, that everyone has tents and sleeping bags, you can all take a rest for the day and sleep. If it weren‘t for the bugs trying to fly in and annoy you both. Damian didn‘t seem to mind much, just curling himself up in his sleeping bag so no one can disturb him. But this is enough.

»I swear to god, if these little shits won‘t stop coming in, I will pull my fucking hairspray and a lighter out and burn this whole fucking forest.«

You mutter under your breath, but Damian caught wind of it. Of course he did, he is laying right beside you. His head shoots out of the sleeping bag, looking at you in the dark.

»How about we don‘t?«

Damian suggest quietly, slightly puzzled on how annoyed you are over such a thing. It‘s just bugs.

»I‘m sure they will leave us alone sooner or later. Just put your sleeping bag over your head.«

he tells you, hoping to soothe you down and hope that you won‘t be disturbed for the night. It‘s just one night, after all.

You huff out and do as told, shifting to put your sleeping bag over your head, curled up like him in his own bag.

zzzz

You want to punch that mosquito right then and there. Normally you would just brush it off and try to get it away, but this won‘t do anything since you are literally in a forest, camping. It only makes sense for bugs and insects to be there.

It‘s silent for a moment before the high-pitched buzzing starts again, already done with this.

»Look, I‘m gonna get this thing, track its whole family down and behead every single one-«

»Okay, how about we relax and open the tent for a moment so it can fly out, hm?«

He finally sits up and wraps his arm around your shoulder to keep you seated in your sleeping bag. No matter how many times you curse and say out-of-pockets things like that, it always surprises him when you do that. It usually happens whenever you are annoyed or upset, and right now he is pretty sure you are exasperated. Which doesn‘t make this any better.

Eventually, he managed to lay you back down to sleep after a few moments, having some annoying buzzing around, but it‘s nothing too bad. You both fell asleep after a while, getting woken up later in the morning by a scream. Damian immediately goes to check, peeking out of the tent and cursing himself for not bringing his katana to the trip.

Looking out, he sees Tim at the small camp fire, holding a stick out at a… racoon? What the hell is a racoon doing here? Don‘t they live somewhere else than.. oh, well.

Damian sighs out, getting out of the tent to help him out.

»Relax, Drake, they don‘t bite… usually.«

Tim looks to Damian briefly before staring back at the racoon wide-eyed, still pointing the stick at the innocent animal that was just curious on what these big people and tents are.

»What do you mean ‚usually‘?!«

Damian finally gets fully out of your tent, keeping his eyes on the racoon while approaching it slowly. He ignores the literal panic radiating off of Tim, gently shooing the animal away, but it just stays on its spot, not budging.

It‘s then, when you wake up, having caught some of the conversation between the brothers. You finally peek out of your tent as well, gasping as you see the racoon. The round, fluffy animal keeps its dark eyes on Damian, just sitting relaxed while your boyfriend is trying to shoo him away.

You didn‘t gaps out of disgust, but out of surprise and awe. There‘s not a lot of days you see a cute racoon, a stubborn at that as well. Sure, it‘s a wild animal, but why does it look so squishy then?

Coming out of the tent, you stand beside Damian, trying to get closer to the animal. Damian tries to get you behind him, but you have none of it.

»You need to step back, this is a wild animal— «

»No! Look how cute he is, I just want to pet him quickly!«

You protest, definitely blind by hthe cuteness of the racoon. Damian huffs out, turning to look at you.

»What are you? Snow white, or something? Just step back, let the poor thing run away.«

You whine in protest, really wanting to pet the racoon still. The small argument wakes the rest up as well, having thought it‘s nothing bad at first, but hearing that you both won‘t stop bickering, it made the others curious.

»What the hell is up with you guys?« Jason grumbles tiredly from his tent, still sitting in it but peeking out. Damian turns his attention to the voice, sighing out in defeat. Eventually, you take the opportunity to get closer to the racoon while Damian distracts himself with Jason, arguing with him now.

You get disappointed as the racoon runs away from you, not havnig been so brave after all. With a small huff, it all falls back to normal, the trip comes back to what they consider normal, eating some breakfast before playing frisbee all together. It turns into a competetive game, everyone including Bruce, trying to catch the frisbee and make the other drop or not even catch it in the first place. It‘s a bit chaotic, but it‘s never not chaotic with them. Not that you complain, you really like their dynamic overall and that they are all so sweet to you, although they do tease Damian a lot whenever he is affection with you.

A bright orange, plastic hits your side, yelping at the sudden collition. Of course someone had to accidently hit you with the frisbee. Duke gasps, immeditialy feeling guilty and really wants to sink into the ground at how embarrassing it is. Especially with how Damian glares at him, looking ready to kill.

»Damn, you trynna get me killed?!« You shout before this could escalate, throwing the frisbee back to him, landing at against his stomach with a grunt.

The tension melts away and you proceed to play the game until one finally wins, making the rest groan in defeat.

a/n: how you enjoyed it!!

[anantaru]

scaramouche + bondage (y/n is tied to the bed) = 🤤

cw. bondage, fem! reader

in the liminal moments in between, you can only wiggle your toes or move your head from left to right after scaramouche tied you to the bed— his calloused shoulders tense and his excited eyes growing large and ready, while his hands were leisurely drifting over your thighs before settling right in between.

surrounded within a flickering, small light, scaramouche leans close to kiss your lips, "you know your safeword?" he sighs into his chest and tickles your skin, glancing at you worriedly before watching you reply with a nod, feeling his own troubled heeds be gentled by your subtle affirmation.

you can feel the heat and the solid weight of him on top of you— and your eyes examine every flawless part of his face before he exposes his erected member oozing with clear pre. kuni breathes profound before smearing his cum over your hole.

his pale face is awash with a bright blush of pink when he plummets into you and catches your uneven noises against his ear straightaway— you cannot properly flinch nor move your limbs, a tension stringing through your restrained muscles, yet your tied down body jolts frantically when he bumps into you, both your hands locked on the headboard, holding you in a strong place as your hips snap viciously forward.

scaramouche's free hand tugs in between your thighs to play with your clit while changing the rhythm on your split cunt, his cock moving deeper now, but a step slower, yet it‘s delicious, just what you wanted and you know it when he rubs merciless circles on your warm flesh.

"more—" you whine, "please more!"

and the pressure builds up in your wet core, desperately trying to touch your breasts and play with your aching nipples but you find your hands still tied up again, remembering it— and scaramouche, well, he hides his face in your neck, slightly embarrassed by how your whines were enlarging his ego, nibbling around the thin skin before pulling himself off to face you, his cock almost completely drawn out, only the tip left sheathed.

scaramouche exhales in pleasure before fucking his tip in and out, "you want more?" he makes a pretence of innocence, getting greedy on the feeling of having his way with you, how you‘re not able to tease him back, how it‘s him who can use your pussy as he pleases— twist and rub your clit, fuck his leaking pre into you or cram you up to each and every last crevice of your insides before he has you spasm around his girth, your pussy fitting around him like a second skin, wet and messy.

quite lewd indeed and who knows how long he could keep himself from climaxing first.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[lemmetreatya]

Hi

Imagine:

CEO!character interviews you and you think it‘s not going well. but you really need that job

Inspired by your driving instructor!nanami (really loved that btw)

thank you sm for appreciating it!! hopefully this leads up to its expectations lol <33 ref: driving instructor!nanami

ceo!toji who doesn’t usually have any hand in the interviewing process for his off-the-ground start up tech company, but concerning his recruitment manager has been off sick for a while, had to intervene.

ceo!toji who almost bursts out in hubristic laughter once he sees your resume up next because no fucking way little ol’ heavily under-qualified you had the audacity to step foot into his business and apply for the very senior role of director.

but then maybe ceo!toji’ is proved wrong because when he sees you enter his office; shirt fastened from the third button down, trousers firmly hugging your waist and lip gloss sparkly pink, he thinks you may stand a fighting chance. there’s just something about the way you compose yourself that even made him entertain your interview. your confidence and spunk helping you act a part you were so determined you could play. if anything, ceo!toji is left excited at the new prospects you could offer not just him, but his child — his company.

“look, i see your passion — and it’s the type i want for someone who’s going to be the new visionary for my company — but passion alone s’just not gonna cut it, ya know?” you perceive that ceo!toji isnt mildly convinced by you in the slightest by the fixed look on his face.

as you imagine the worst, a flash of uncertainty runs through your chest and you panic for his verdict. you couldn’t let him rule you out over simple paperwork and you couldn’t take another dead end. you needed this job and you knew you had what it took to sustain it.

“i promise, my performance will make up for the lack of qualifications! you just need to give me a chance.”

“give you a chance, huh?”

the buzz word makes ceo!toji slightly perk up and you couldnt help see that opportunity as a sign of hope.

“yes! anything to prove myself!”

“you sure about that?” he carefully gauges and you can only nod desperately.

its no surprise then when you find yourself with the flush of your back glued against ceo!toji’s desk, your ankles dangling by his ears as he viciously fucks into you and your eyes rolling towards the back of your head.

“go on! prove yourself now, eh?!”

ceo!toji is merciless with how he surges himself pass every crevice of your opening, his hands not missing the perks of your chest as he twiddles and pinches at your nipples.

“talkin’ all that fuckin’ smack earlier and now look? can’t even take a lil dick.”

your moans are almost tearful, arm covering over your drool slicked mouth as you attempt to quieten your voice — but ceo!toji doesn’t let you! before moving your arm, he bends you in half enough so that he could curl over you and demand you open your mouth. once your lips are slack and pushing out easy thrusts, he spits a waddle of saliva into your mouth before easily instructing: “swallow” straight after.

honestly, fuck him because he didn’t even offer you the job in the end. but you do, however, receive a text through his company automative service that tells you that you have a follow-up interview with him the very next day.

[justporo]

Tavern Talk

I really wanted to write a little something about the companions enjoying a moment of banter at breakfast - so have them complaining about Astarion and Tav not being able to keep their… nightly activities subtle… Spoiler warning!

Pairing: Astarion / GN!Tav

Warning: Talk of sex

(Gif from here!)

The whole party was sitting together eating breakfast in the tavern they stayed in - except, Tav and Astarion sat a few tables away and none of them were really eating. While the vampire and the wood elf were sitting at their small cozy table in the corner being all cute, the rest of the party sat at the big table in the middle and openly stared at the couple - a spoonfull or two even forgotten halfway to its destination.

„I swear to all Gods that will listen that if I have to endure them going at it one more night, I‘m going to kill myself right here, Absolute be damned“, Gale moaned pressing the balls of his hands into his eyesockets. He did indeed look even more tired than usually. Seemingly, the fact that he had one of the two rooms next to the happy couple was to blame.

„I agree, maybe Tav should‘ve taught this wretched vampire to not moan so loudly - even the bard‘s yapping would have been less annoying“, Lae‘zel agreed - she had the other room next to them. She stabbed the fruit on her platter as if she tried to murder it and chewed it angrily. Karlach snorted a little at the githyanki‘s murderous mood while she took a bite of bread.

„Well, if it‘s in his nature to be this vocal than it‘s better to let it out than forcing it down“, Halsin chimed in, a somewhat dreamy look in his eyes while eating another big spoonful of his porridge. He was the only one that wasn‘t really staring at the two other elves.

The druid‘s comment made all heads turn to him for a hot second. „Eww“, Shadowheart made quietly and scrunched up her nose while she kept twirling her sole cup of tea in front of her around.

„Tchk, druid, if you don‘t mind sleeping next to what sounds like a dying owlbear then I‘ll happily swap rooms with you and maybe you can ask to join next time they‘re at it“, Lae‘zel spit towards the towering elven druid.

„That‘s absolutely not what a dying owlbear would sound like“, Halsin answered very matter-of-fact, staring down at the table now with furrowed brows. His pointy ears had turned a telltale shade of light pink.

„You‘re all just jealous“, Karlach entered the conversation. She sat relaxedly on the bench leaning back and crossed her arms over her chest: „Jealous, because they are getting some and we all don‘t.“ „Tss, getting some is not the problem. But you don‘t have to rub it into everyone‘s faces how much amazing sex you‘re having“, Shadowheart responded, nose still scrunched up in disgust.

„So, what I‘m hearing is that you might have a big orgy with an endless amount of lovers in your room every night and none of us would ever know and you would absolutely never sass us about it in your sarcastic little tone you have sometimes“, the wizard replied dryly to Shadowheart‘s remark while raising an eyebrow at the half-elf and gesturing towards her with one hand. „Well, I wouldn‘t tell you, for starters, Gale. Just because you can never keep your mouth shut doesn‘t mean the rest of us can‘t - stop projecting yourself on everybody else.“ That earned Shadowheart snorts and chuckles all around the table - and the wizard did not have a witty reply anymore.

Silence spread through the group. Lae‘zel kept murdering her breakfast, Halsin munched on his food as did Wyll. Karlach kept forgetting to put her bread in her mouth to actually eat it while still throwing glances over to where Tav and Astarion were now holding hands and leaning their heads together like the lovebirds they were. Shadowheart and Gale kept holding on to their hot beverages. Shadowheart usually skipped out on eating for breakfast - and Gale seemed to still fight with being deprived of his beauty sleep.

„But what‘s changed? We all know they fucked before“, Karlach finally broke the silence. The comment earning mumbled approval and more groans around the table („Don‘t remind me, tiefling“, Lae‘zel spat). „They smooch all the damn time in front of everyone and at the most inappropriate times. I mean, it‘s not like they‘re trying to hide anything“, Karlach continued and shrugged. „Yes, by the Gods, I‘d hope they would hide it“, Gale whispered under his breath and stared at the ceiling in desperation.

„I‘d assume what‘s changed is that they‘re both now truly free to choose the one they love and act upon it - without ulterior motives or fear behind it.“ This was the first time Wyll offered any insight on the topic. He had rather politely held his tongue on the matter, not wanting to judge and indulge the gossiping.

„Hmm“, the druid agreed with him and nodded solemnly, „I would think breaking out of your slavery of two hundred years and experiencing real love and genuine connection after that can quite positively turn your world around for the better.“ „Don‘t romanticise that they can‘t be more subtle!“, Shadowheart immediatly exclaimed and crossed her arms over her chest.

„Well, for what it‘s worth I think they deserve to enjoy their love in peace for a bit but if you‘re all so bothered about it, I can go and talk to them about it later“, Wyll offered, completely being the diplomat about the whole thing.

„Chk, warlock, don‘t bother - I feel like these people don‘t want a solution, they‘d rather sit here every morning and gossip and bitch about it“, said Lae‘zel who had finished her food and was now just sitting between the others while brooding.

„I‘m all about handling this like adults“, Gale said and lifted his cup of tea halfway ,“but if they insist behaving like rabbits, we might as well-“

The group never found out what the wizard would have proposed, because he made a sudden jolt and splashed his tea all over himself. Gale squinted through the streams of liquid running down his face and turned around.

Astarion had snuck up on them and kneed Gale in the back, making him spill his drink. Murder twinkled in the vampire‘s red eyes. Karlach and Halsin had broke out into full, body-shaking laughter, even Wyll and Lae‘zel let out a chuckle while Shadowheart just shook her head in disappointment.

„If you keep talking about Tav and me in terms of critters, I will gut you like one, wizard. And that goes for all of you“, Astarion hissed after he had leaned down to Gale who was trying to soak up the spilled beverage with some napkins.

„Please do, if you two keep insisting on being godsdamned lovebirds. You‘d be doing me a favour“, Gale replied. Astarion hissed again - but now with a dirty smirk on his face: „Well, if that‘s the case you‘re also happy to come over and watch next time, bastard.“ „You should clear that with Tav first, Astarion“, Shadowheart added dryly. The round chuckled again and now seemingly relaxed. Astarion still looked ready to spill innards but the tension in his shoulders had loosened a little.

„Yo, Tav“, Karlach shouted over to the elf after she had calmed down a bit from all the laughter „keep your guarddog in check, would ya?“ Then she laughed again. Tav just flipped her off across the room and started laughing as well.

Halsin meanwhile had finished his meal and made to get up. He walked over to Astarion and patted the vampire on the back who winced at first but relaxed quickly again. „Maybe keep it down a little next time, so we can all keep being friends, eh?“, the druid offered in a friendly manner and smiled at the vampire.

Astarion made to protest: „I‘m not your…“ But then he stopped while his gaze wandered over this unlikely party of adventurers and back to Tav as well and realised the druid was right: they were, all of them, his friends.

[hllfireclb]

+18 mdni, sorry for all writing mistakes :)

"I can’t sleep" | e.m x fem!reader

It‘s in the middle of the night but you’re still lying in your bed, awake and unable to get a few minutes of piece and relaxation. A quick look of yours to the right and you’re able to see your clock, which is hanging on white wall of your bedroom.

3:47am.

"Fuck this shit“ you groan as you roll onto your side. It‘s been a good 2 hours, since you’ve tried to fall asleep, but in vain. Your eyes are heavy with sleep and you wish nothing more but to just finally doze away, but something inside you just won’t let that happen. Instinctively you grab the phone which is placed on the bedside table next to your bed.

A few taps on specific numbers and it starts ringing.

"C‘mon, please pick up" you mumble softly

It takes a while until you finally hear the sound, you‘ve been wanting to hear since the last minute. A deep, sleepy "Mhh?" can be heard from the other side of the phone, followed by a low "who‘s there?"

"Ed‘s, oh my, I’m so glad you picked up" a sigh of relief leaves your parted lips as they slowly turn into a soft smile. "Baby, are you okay? Why are you still up? Did something happen?" The voice of your boyfriend sounds different immediately. Confusion, concern and a slight rush of adrenaline are filling his voice now. Why would you be up that late? Of course it’s a Saturday night and you don’t have to get up for school tomorrow, but still. Staying up that late usually isn’t something you’d do on purpose.

"I‘m okay Ed‘s, don’t worry. I can’t sleep, I don’t know why. Can you stay on the phone with me for a while? Please?"

Oh, Eddie would never be able to say no to you. Especially not when you sound all tired and cute like this. You‘re probably pouting these adorable lips of yours right now. And oh how right he is. You are.

"Awee, sure Princess. What‘s the matter? You’re not tired?" He chuckles as he shifts on his bed, making himself lie down comfortable again. You shake your head, but obviously he can’t see your movements right now, so you add a soft "No" to tell him, his assumption isn’t right. "What is it then, mh?" His voice is low. Deep like the secrets of the ocean, soft like a feather against human skin. It causes goosebumps all over your body.

"I don‘t know" you softly sigh again, this time because of frustration. After a few seconds of comfortable silence pass, before Eddie speaks up again "Want me to help you, to get some relief from the frustration sweet thing?".

You don’t need to see his face, to know that his lips are curled into his smug Munson-Grin, how you like to call it. Your cheeks go all pink and hot, and you need some time to answer him "W-What do you mean?" You stutter.

"Oh you exactly know what I’m talking about Y/n“. The way he adds your name at the end of his sentence makes your heat immediately rush from your face, down to your core, causing your legs to press against each other softly. You don’t answer and Eddie knows what’s going on.

"C‘mon Sweetheart, it’s not like I don’t know what your moans sound like" another deep chuckle can be heard from the other end of the phone. "Take off your panties baby" Eddie’s voice is barely above a whisper now, almost like a deep growl. Of course you obey him. Your free Hand slowly starts roaming your own body until it stops right at your panties, before pulling them down slowly.

"That‘s a good girl. Now wait for me until I’m at yours" he chuckles again and before you’re able to answer, he‘s hung up. Leaving you there in his shirt only and a wet patch on the mattress.

"This Idiot better be driving fast"

masterlist

[instantcaramel]

A month ago I went to Amsterdam and visited all the filming locations for Ted Lasso‘s „Sunflowers“, so I figured I‘ll finally put something together here.

First of all, basically all the scenes involving the majority of the Richmond himbos were not shot on location - their epic discussion followed by pillow fight was filmed in an abandoned hotel in London. (Info per David Elsendoorn). The same would go for Ted & Beard‘s room. Scenes on the bus or outside it were also filmed in Richmond.

The only Greyhound who doesn‘t have his own larger plotline in the episode who was actually in Amsterdam was David Elsendoorn, because they did film the first scenes at Johan Cruijff (you know how to pronounce it now!) ArenA, the home of Ajax Amsterdam (which is also the one place I didn‘t have time to visit). They could have easily filmed that in London in a different stadium but I guess they didn‘t want to pass up the opportunity - and give David something to do on his home turf.

Edit: I visited 3 months later, so here‘s some pics from the ArenA, I couldn‘t find out which hallway they used/dressed up for the press interviews, but here‘s some shots from the stadium and the VIP lounge we see at the beginning.

So, first up is Roy & Jamie‘s adventure: Jamie takes him sightseeing against his will, and the first place they stop on is Magere Brug (Skinny Bridge). (They run up the street to that before.)

Edit thanks to @warriorhoneybee: Roy grabs Jamie’s wrist at Diamond Factory on Rokin and then tells him he can‘t ride a bike outside Lyppens Jeweler at Langebruugsteg.

They go around the corner to Oude Turfmarkt (which is what I took a picture of) for Jamie to teach him how. For Grandad!!!

The fucking windmill they see before they lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes is De Riekermolen at the Southern end of Amstelpark, where they also cycle. (It‘s actually realistic for them to do that, it would be about half an hour between those locations by bike).

Rebecca doesn‘t see the obvious bike lane (that doesn‘t actually exist there) and falls into the gracht at Raamgracht. Boaty McBoatface‘s houseboat is still there, they just had it dressed up a bit with plants and such when they filmed. (Unclear if anyone currently lives there). The interiors were shot in a studio.

Trent follows Colin to Prik night club (which was absolutely buzzing when I was there, I really want to go back).

And then they sit at the Homomonument, the Pink Triangle memorial at Westerkerk, having that tearjerker of a conversation, before returning to party. (It walked that distance at night, it‘s a beautiful stroll and less than 10 minutes). When I visited someone had left sunflowers. 🌻

Leslie & Will first go to Hotel Prins Hendrik in the Red Light district (and steps away from Amsterdam main station) where Chet Baker died. They then make their way to Jazz Café Alto, which is just down the road from where Boom Chicago used to be on Leidseplein. (It‘s about 30 mins on foot between those two locations so they could have walked or just taken the tram for a few stops. The interiors were done at a studio though).

Ted of course visits the studio-filmed fictional themed restaurant where he has a BBQ sauce induced, Corey Burton-narrated epiphany about triangles, but first he sees Vincent‘s „Sunflowers“ at Van Gogh Museum during Museumnacht (which btw would mean the episode is set first weekend of November). As you can tell they moved some things around, so at least currently the painting isn‘t hung on that beautiful blue wall anymore.

As a bonus, here is a picture of where Boom Chicago used to be when Jason Sudeikis, Brendan Hunt and Joe Kelly performed there - Brendan also used to live above the McDonald‘s on Leidseplein just steps away for a while. And the other picture is the current Boom Chicago on Rozengracht, definitely go enjoy a show there if you can.

Anyway thus concludeth my trip around Ted Lasso‘s Amsterdam. I visited for the Boom Chicago Comedy Festival and fell in love with the city, it was … magical / gezellig. I will never forget it, but then again, some people get Alzheimer’s.

[melonbellys]

„i didnt want to, but you made it sooo easy..“

Kai Anderson - without consent.

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This is my first post on here, it‘s just a drabble that rotted in my notes for a while, just for my own imagination.. lmao

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Warning: this is a piece of FICTION with just pure non consent, if this makes you uncomfortable i advise you to scroll.

non-consent, p in v, reader is female, LOTS of dirty talk, degrading, praising, age gap (reader is 20, he‘s 30.) , reader was a virgin, choking, daddy kink if you squint, kai on adderall, deepthroating, fingering (reader receiving) , yeah if i missed something pls comment..

word count: 1,709

kai n i met in a vinyl store, he caught my eye and i went up to him, saying how him buying a vinyl is „sooo lana-del-ray“, making fun of him. he didnt mind and he even laughed along me, i asked him if the coffee he had in his hand was good and now im here, stuck in this cult, kai kissing my neck and calling me ugly names.

„i bet you get wet even thinking about me.“ he said, full of confidence, touching my needy cunt through my panties.

„tell me how much you want me to destroy your tiny cunt“ he rubbed his fingers roughly over my clothed-clit, it hurt. a lot.

„p-please.. let me go.“ i say with tears in my eyes.

„if you didnt want this your panties wouldn’t be soaked, you dumb little slut.“ he was visibly hard, touching me, raping me.

„please, kai.“ tears keep streaming down my face as he undresses my lower half.

„if you gave in, it wouldnt hurt as much.“ he kept on talking, at this point i was saying nothing.

kai slapped my face, his deep, black eyes digging through my reddened eyes.

„c-can we do this… when im ready?“ i say again, crying as i was still a virgin, a 20 year old virgin, while he was 30.

„you want me to, i know that you want it. your wetness tells me otherwise.“ he keeps rubbing his thumb over my cunt, making me gasp and whine.

„i- kai please i dont want you to take my virginity!“ i yell out into his face, his hand holding my face, his thumb stuffed deep inside my mouth, playing with my tongue now.

„virgin? you‘re a virgin? god…. i want to rip your pretty pink pussy open with my cock…“ he rambles him taking off my panties immediately now.

„please no! kai please…“ i cry now.

„you crying makes it even better, you are such a good toy.“ he spits on my face and i felt myself get wetter from his touch, just a natural response and i hated it.

„you disgust me; you are just a hole for me to fuck, do you understand?“ his hand was still stuck in my mouth, fucking his fingers into my throat as i try to pull away.

„i bet your little mouth would feel soooo good around my dick baby. if only you‘d stop crying.“ he was so mad at me, he knew i was interested in him but not into him sexually.

„if only you would give in.“ he says before he bites my own lip, i try to kick him away but it only ends with him holding my legs.

„why wont you be a good girl, hm? always have to ruin everything.“ he chokes me so hard that i cant even think straight, my legs resting on his shoulder.

i cry out again but i lose myself in his touch, i couldnt fight him so i just went limp.

„thats it, i knew you wanted this.“ his finger enter my cunt roughly, fucking his digits into my core, moaning and crying as he does what he does.

„your tight little pussy had me hooked from the start, the moment i saw you i knew how good it‘d feel.“ tears keep running down, i was trying to pretend this was a nightmare, a movie.. some kind off horrible porn thatd only weird people would watch.

„i never care about girls, i only fuck them, usually they thank me. kai you made me cum so hard, thank you daddy.“ he mimics some other girl, which probably didnt happen and he just said for his own pleasure.

„im just making sure you think of me when someone else fucks you, slut.“

„IM A VIRGIN! IM NOT A SLUT.“ i yell at him as he stuffs my wet panties in my mouth.

„SHUT UP.“ he yells even louder than me.

„be happy im prepping you.“ he said as he rammed his fingers in continuously, not even making me feel good and hitting the spot that id liked, it hurt. so much.

„does that feel good? i bet it does.“ he spoke through gritted teeth as his whole arm moved now, i shook my head violently and he took out the panties and stuffed his fingers in my mouth instead.

„tell me, is that not your cunt? does it not taste like you? hm?“ his nails dig into me, it felt close to cutting me.

„if it didnt feel good you wouldnt be this wet.“ his eyes were emotionless, he was clearly on some sort of drug, as i saw him do it.

„god babygirl, you had such whore potential, if only you didnt wanna leave.“

he said, referencing a few minutes ago, where the moment i entered his house, he started kissing me, i gave in to the kisses but said no to sex. his kisses felt good for a second, before his hand moved to my skirt and i said that i cant and had to leave.

„you have to expect that to happen, you are worth nothing. absolutely NOTHING. only just a cunt to fuck.“

he pushed me on the bed and threw my panties to the side completely, his fingers loged so deeply in my throat that i would gag.

„i want you to gag on my cock so bad, but im nice to you.“ he smiles, kissing my nose.

he turned me around and spoke „get on all fours, i dont want to see you cry anymore.“ i protest and sit up, before he pushed me down again.

„nu-uhuh.“ his tongue clicked.

„baby… come on.“ he whispered.

„p-please… be careful.“

i cry out again and again, begging for him to NOT rip me apart.

„okay, i promise.“ he spoke in a soft tone, this was oddly reassuring. even if i was raped it didnt hurt as mu-

he didnt even bother to turn me around now, and aligned himself with my entrance. before saying anything his cock slammed so deep and hard into me that i only could scream, him quickly shutting me up with a blanket in my mouth which he held there.

„fuck baby, you‘re so fucking tight, god.“ he spoke through gritted teeth, raping my cunt as tears wont stop streaming, it hurt so bad.

it stung, his dick was so thick… and long i felt it hit my cervix and when i looked down, i looked at the bulge in my tummy.

„you… argh~ fuck, so good.“ he couldnt even say a coherent sentence, screaming into his hand that held the blanket there.

his cock felt so warm, the sensation was new… but it hurt… more physiologically than physically.

i started to give in now, loosening up a bit, knowing it would hurt less.

„now you‘re a good slut, you take my cock so well.“ he says as he takes me by my hair to face me.

„i wish i could hear your moans and curses, but all you do is cry.“ he says as he kept slamming himself into me.

i shake my head, pulling out the blanket before i speak.

„k-kai… let me speak.“ he kept pushing deeper.

he takes out the towel completely.

„cumming?“ he jumps to the conclusion quickly. i shake my head.

„kai… it hurts so much!“ i cry out again before he slows down.

„i‘ll be nice.“ he says before his fingers touch my clit again, making me gasp.

he goes slower, hitting my sweetspot now too, making me moan loudly, giving into the sensation.. i tried to pretend he wasnt raping me.

„it feels so good.“ i say, trying to satisfy him, maybe he would stop.

„i told you baby, hm? sex is sooo fucking nice.“ he says before he whispers into my ear again.

„are you gonna cum? tell me when you are close. i want you to cum in my mouth.“ this made me feel sick, i didnt want his mouth on me, especially not on my womanhood.

i had hoped he was done, but he wasnt.

„im gonna fuck your pretty mouth too, you‘ll like that right?“ i dont say anything and keep moaning, him hitting my cervix again.

i didnt want it. i wanted it to end. so bad.

„p-please stop.“ i cry out again and again.

„no… you‘re just starting to make me like you.“ he kisses me, his tongue deep into my mouth and i let out a hum.

„i didnt want to rape you, but you made it soooo easy.“ his words hurt, he was traumatizing me even more.

„k-kai… why are you doing this?“ i look him right into his eyes, for the first time that day.

„dont… look at me.“ he turns my head away.

„i dont want you to look at me.“ he says as he slaps me again, just hurting me even more.

„im fucking you cuz i want to, bitch.“ he goes even harder now, i was probably bleeding too now and as he got even more rough now, my eyes seemed to upset him.

„you‘re on birthcontrol, right?“ he speaks through his teeth as he seemingly was close

„n-no, please… kai dont, just use my mouth!“ i beg as i look into his eyes again, trying to awaken the guy thats inside of his shell.

„and now we are begging, i told you you wanted it.“ yea. sure wanted it. definitely not trying to avoid pregnancy.

he pulls out of me with a hiss, my heat was hurting, swollen and just pulsating.

his hands rest on it and he looks at me, i felt sore.

„my dick is coated with your fucking juice, clean it up like a good little girl.“ he said as he ripped open my mouth, his tip resting on my lips.

„you have such a pretty mouth, put it to good use.“

he pushes his cock deep inside, my tongue gliding against it.

„mhhm, thats what i meant baby.“ he bucks his hips in my mouth as he holds me by my hair, i kept gagging.

„too big, huh?“ no, too rough.

tears were streaming down my face, and my eyes roll back.

„my fucked out slut.“ he speaks inbetween animalistic grunts.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED !! pls comment n reblog maybe ! :3 i lov you

this is my first post, so again… pls dont be mean.

[autumnapricot]

2. your soft winds, turning tides (will o‘ the wisps sequel) I am an evil man asking for this but please please please

i know what you are! 🤣🫶🏼

but, here we go with a little *teaser* for your soft winds, turning tides — a little snippet from the second chapter that will cover max‘s first heat

„You‘re doing perfect,“ Charles murmurs, nosing at Max‘s cheek with a smile, his rumble deep and soothing like a quiet melody, helping Max relax and melt more against the Alpha.

Max‘s huff trembles a little and his lashes flutter looking back at the Alpha.

He sees nothing but careful attentiveness and love in those eyes looking back at him, nothing but genuineness in the dimples molding into Charles‘ face. Max hesitantly smiles back, reaching out to touch those perfect dimples that he loves so much.

„And I love your cheeks like this. They‘re all rosy.“ Charles hums, lips ghosting over Max‘s heated face and making the Omega flush further. „So pretty. So, so pretty, do you know that?“

Max whines in embarrassment, attempting to press his face further into the pillow to hide how it makes him heat up even more, how he must be turning red instead of pink by now and how it spreads down his neck and chest.

The Alphas he had to spend his heat with would always only ever comment on how slick he would get, how wet, how needy, despite it being his body‘s natural reaction that he couldn‘t fight. He didn‘t want to be in heat, he didn‘t want to be wet, he didn‘t want them to comment on it because they would make it sound like he wanted it. Him being wet and delirious from heat meant that he wanted them to fuck him.

He didn‘t.

Never.

But they would make it sound like it.

Therefore he is incredibly grateful that Charles doesn‘t comment on how wet even his thighs are now, because he is leaking so much that he wonders if it‘s pent up slick from all this time of not having a heat but—he knows it‘s Charles, and his deep rich scent clouding his mind further, it‘s his gentle touch that shivers down his spine, it‘s the way he now lightly drags his nails over the inside of Max‘s thigh and makes him gasp a little.

:))

thank you for your ask! 🥰

[nailgunstigmata]

happy new yuri everybody

this might be the sappiest thing ive ever written but idc the girlies deserve it. cheesy lovestruck joycetoria smoochies snippet to ring in the new year ok bye

The ground rises up to meet Victoria halfway, an embrace that still knocks the wind out of her. Someone somewhere laughs, and she isn‘t sure whether they‘re laughing with or at her, but when she goes to open her mouth to ask, she almost projectile-vomits all over the pavement instead. But only almost.

„Vicky,“ Joyce says, drunk enough, too, that it sounds more like a giggle than a word, and Victoria giggles too, carefree and high pitched like a teenager.

Vicky, she echoes under her breath, Vicky Vicky Vicky, only for her. Only for Joyce and her golden curls sticking in every direction, the lipstick smudged into her beard from the many times she‘s pressed her mouth to Victoria's skin already that evening. Lipstick on her teeth, too, and smeared all over Vicky‘s shoulders, pink like spring flowers. A mixture of cheese and alcohol and all those comforting Joyce smells that Victoria could drink.

Fuck, Vicky thinks, I love you so much, and she‘s drunk enough she doesn‘t notice that she‘s said it out loud until Joyce‘s strong freckled arms are dragging her up, saying I know. And she doesn‘t say it back, the love thing, but she doesn‘t have to—it‘s in the way she‘s holding Vicky and doesn‘t let go even when the risk of falling again has passed, the comforting squeeze of her shoulder, the way she‘s gently guiding her away from the crowd, a throng of people pouring out of Paddy‘s doors.

It seems like the New Year should still be hours away, and yet there’s so much anticipation in the air, it can’t be long now. When Victoria checks her watch, the numbers blur in front of her eyes, but before she can ask for the time, the crowd picks up the count and answers her question. 10 seconds to the new year, coming way too soon all of a sudden but somehow with less dread than she‘s used to.

9 seconds, 8, Joyce burying her face in the crook of Victoria‘s shoulder, where her jacket has almost slipped off. Still not letting go of her, and Victoria is glad for it, legs still wobbling in her highest pair of heels.

7, 6, 5, 4, the scratch of Joyce’s beard against Victoria‘s cheek, the earthy smell of dirt in her hair. This is what happiness feels like; the teeth of someone you love right on your jugular. Torn stockings and a scrape on her elbow and make up that must be melting off her face by now, and Victoria can‘t find it in herself to care.

3, 2, 1.

Victoria giggles as Joyce kisses her, once, square on the lips. Their teeth knock together as high above them the sky lights up in color, sparks shooting through the night. Behind them the crowd cheers, and even if Victoria knows it‘s not them they‘re cheering for, it still feels like it should be.

„Happy New Year,“ Joyce says, lips smudged with red, and Victoria‘s heart seems like it could burst into a million little pieces, explode like the fireworks soaring high over their heads.

„Happy New Year,“ she says, too, giving Joyce‘s small warm hand a squeeze. Barely a second in and she‘s already happier than she‘d ever dreamed she could be.

[catacamacat]

Finally some original character content

Okay…

I was not prepared for this shit.

I gotta tell ya something before showing my oc trash… sketchbooks idk

I just found my old sketchbooks in the dephs of my wardrobe to show some things… and I thought I remembered everything I drew in there, well long story short, I did not.

I’ll just say that I literally cried while looking through them, and equally because i thought it was cute and beautiful and the cringest thing I’ve ever seen yk? Maybe it has also just been the memories and flash backs that came back to me at once •.•

So this are a few of my ocs, I can’t show you all of them because of multiple reasons ^^ (they are fucking ugly and I don’t want to)

And some more infodump: (You don`t have to read it, but do it if you want to)

- There is a whole story build around them, but sadly I forgot much of it and have to fill the gaps and plot holes again in all the notebooks i have skribbled the story in. (After I found them)

- Fyi, they cuddle a LOT (platonically) I think I can still remember that I wanted to use them to give me the feeling that cuddles and showing affection are cute and should be allowed (I don’t know how to say it differently, I know it’s allowed yk) without a romantic relationship or something idk wtf —w— (my two friends strongly disagree)

- In these pictures are only two of my characters, but as far as I remember there are five „main“ characters and a lot of side and backround characters. Just for you to know. The blonde boy (he has a name) is only the fourth one I designed, but he is definitely one of my favorites ^^ (The grey- haired guy is the first one and the first picture is also the first page with him. So that‘s where I designed him and his birthday is also the day I created him, so september 8th) (then there’s the pink- haired dude… he’s the second one, I can’t tell ya more ^^)

- This is actually only the second „universe“ I created, theres another one that is more of a science fiction story with.. planets and space ships and all this bullshit (i love this bullshit just for you to know) if you know what I mean. Maybe you‘ll get to see it, but I don‘t really have good drawings of it. Also I‘m currently working on anoter „universe“ (sorry I don‘t know how else to call it) with vampires and stuff… so eventually you‘ll see more of that.

- If you’re interested in knowing more about them… idk then either let me know or wait until I post more in… years or so ;)

!!!Please keep in mind that these drawings are about 2 years old… idk why it‘s important but it feels like it and please keep it in mind!!!

I will redraw some of them ig, all my hyperfixation about these dudes came back to me today yk…

Anyway, enough talking, more is under the cut

[iamthecomet]

In Case you still take requests:

Could I get a little bit of Dew/Cirrus?

Pegging maybe? Dew is a brat to all of the boys, but not to her? When with Cirrus, he‘s a good boy. Follows orders, is pliant even? And she’s aware of it. Has seen him with Swiss or Aether or Rain or Mountain, or multiple of them at once. So she showers him in praise, let‘s him know how good he is being. Tells him how proud of him she is that he can let all of what a bitch to deal with he usually is slip away when with her. That he lets himself be vulnerable around her.

(I know it‘s well talked-through and this kind of thing has a LOT of fics centering around it, but it just won‘t leave my mind)

~owlish anon

No one else gets to see Dew like this. Cirrus doesn't take it for granted. She knows she's lucky, knows she is the only one who sees Dew drop to his knees without a fight. The only one who he nuzzles up against and asks, gently, if she has time for him. She knows he'll get here with the others. Fucked into submission. But she doesn't have to do anything to get him here for her. All she has to do is tell him what she wants him to do, and he does it. Without a word. Easy. Obedient. Pretty. Good. He goes so pink, flushed down his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. Eyes screwed up tight, his fingers clenching against his thighs. Usually, when she pegs one of the boys, she takes them face down, ass up. She is in control. They haven't earned the privilege to look at her while she uses them. But Dew? She always takes Dew on his back. One of his boney legs thrown over her hip. The other splayed open against the comforter. She looks down and watches as the blue silicone slides in and out of him. He mewls with each snap of her hips. "You're always so good for me," She says to him, smoothing one hand over his belly, up to thumb at a nipple ring until he digs his fangs into his lip and whines. He's a vision. Warm gray skin, tinged pink on full display. Sweat collecting in the hollow of his throat, his tail curled around her thigh for nothing more than contact. When he opens his eyes--a rarity at this point in the night--they're molten copper. His hair is spun gold in the fading fire light. He's pretty. Cirrus tells him so. He doesn't snap back at her the way he does with the boys. He just cracks his eyes open, he looks at her like he doesn't believe her. "You are," she insists. "and so good. You take me so well, Dewy, always. So easy." He whines. She changes the angle a little, a subtle shift until Dew is bowing off the bed and keening. Then she hones in on it, picking up the pace until his eyes roll back into his head. His neglected cock leaks precum into the hollow of his hip. She touches him, finally, and he almost sobs in relief. She could have made him beg. That's her usual move, but denial feels like a punishment he doesn't deserve. He has taken everything she's given him tonight with grace, with gratitude. When she shoved her fingers in his mouth so deep he gagged, he thanked her for it. "I know how hard it is for you," she coos, reaching up to brush some of the hair stuck to his forehead away. She tucks some behind a pink-tipped ear. "I'm so proud of you."

Dew blinks up at her, eyes glassy. "I like being good for you." "You do such a good job, sweet boy." She twists her hand up over the head of his cock, she watches the tears prick at the corner of his eyes. "I'll let you cum, but you have to make me a promise." Dew nods, he holds her gaze, forces himself to even though she can see the way he wants to snap his eyes closed, it's too much. His hips twitch up into her hand. "Words, Dewy." "Anything, whatever you want." He sounds so genuine, so reverent. He stares at her like she's hung the moon and the stars. His devotion sends a swoop of arousal through her stomach. "When you're done, you're going to go down on me. And you aren't coming back up until I say." He stares up at her, nodding sharply, eyes wide and desperate. "Please," he pants, "smother me." She grins, all teeth, "that's my good boy."

[heli0s-writes]

felt the fever, knew it was mine

a/n: i am,, , alive. reader/steve fluffy dopey kids who like each other!!! feat. a poor witch as the vehicle for this relationship. 1.7k words. warnings: language

moonchild masterlist

Steve gets cursed on a Tuesday afternoon.

Cursed as in, yeah, there’s a witch with long dark purple fingernails and glamrock eyeliner aiming her wand at him. She even chants a spell and everything.

For a second, before the lightning rod of slithering green collides with him, you think out of all the goddamn things that could kill him, that you can’t believe it’s going to be Sabrina the Teenage Witch.

He’s sent flying, crashing into an overturned car, flipping with the grace of someone flung off a catapult by a meteorite, and goes limp. 

You don’t realize you’ve moved until you come to in the middle of the street with Bucky’s forearm over your collarbones, his metal hand whirring at your ear as he curls his fingers around your head.

He’s pressed up close, tense, and he’s saying, “It’s over. She’s down. You’re going to cause a scene.” 

Landing a few feet away is Tony, helmet retracting over his face as he grimaces, “Consider it already caused.” Then, with some reverence, “Shit, what an arm.” 

Your dominant hand is clenched tightly and there’s a brief sensation of pain rushing up to your shoulder as you breathe yourself back to normal.

In the distance, Steve’s shield is lodged into the side of a van with a blaring car alarm-- a shocking amount of blood on it.

Not too far away is another limp body and then the rest of your teammates scuttling in front, keeping bystanders and your own horror at bay. 

Panic pushes itself through your already keyed up nerves. You did that? The ragdoll of a person, completely incapacitated to oblivion—you did. Holy fuck.

“Yep,” Bucky confirms, letting you go with a few sympathetic pats on the back.

“No,” you whisper, appalled.

“Yep.” Bucky laughs, then, because he’s a jackass.

Sam lands with Steve, laying him gently down to take stock of his injuries. Nothing looks terribly broken, but he’s unconscious, his body radiating heat, his face a vibrant pink.

“Aw,” Tony crows, “look at that, he’s blushing.”

Bucky crouches, listening for slight wheezing. Growing up with Steve pre-serum put a lot of responsibilities on Bucky’s plate—including, but not limited to, taking care of Steve when he’s sick as a dog.

So he knows best when he announces, “Nah. That’s not a blush; that’s a temperature.”

-

Labeling the way Steve feels as ill, or terrible, or even close to death is an understatement of biblical proportions.

He aches from the topmost layer of his skin all the way down to the marrow of his bones like each cell is being lovingly hand-breaded by glass. It‘s between his eyes, in the folds of his brain, random nerves in his belly and neck and even his knees.

He’s back in Brooklyn, shivering through rough winters on an empty stomach, coughing his puny little lungs out. And the craziest thing is that it’s even worse now since he can feel so much more with his heightened faculties— and that he’s been hit with angry, vengeful magic, which follows about zero conventions of logic. He doesn’t know where to start but the saline drip stabbed into a vein seems reasonable.

“Matilda did a number on you.”

He coughs, “Feels like,” to Sam. His lips are cracked and dry. His throat like cactuses are growing in it. He’s going to stick to one-word answers if possible, and maybe Morse code, when the time comes. “After?”

He’s crawling towards death one full-body shiver at a time and still wants the debrief. Old habits die fucking hard.

Sam makes an amused noise, “This and that.”

“Sam.” Steve can fit so much into one syllable.

Sam hems and haws for a while longer, but because he’s Sam, and because he’s talking to Steve—a brick wall on a good day and the barrel of a gun on a bad one—he relents.

“Alright, alright. You know how we’re all friends?” Sam looks at him like that’s a real, genuine question. Steve listens, unruffled. 

“And... you know how sometimes these things can get... friendly? And you know how sometimes, to the rest of the friends, the two other friends who get on each other’s nerves a lot but then turn around and co-pilot the jet, go jogging at the ass crack of dawn, pick up dinner--” Steve opens his mouth but suddenly launches into a coughing fit, which apparently is a signal to Sam to keep going. 

Sam’s eyes flutter as he interlocks his fingers, pressing his hands to his cheeks like a lovestruck cartoon. “—And man, do they make some serious heart eyes they think no one else can see-- like, it’s real--”

“Sam.” Steve’s wringing the poor syllable dry.

“Right,” Sam replies breezily, “Anyway, those two obviously needed a little push in the right direction.”

Steve grunts himself from beneath the sheets spitefully, easing the IV out and chucking it aside. If he’s embarrassed that Sam just laid bare his entire back and forth situation he’s got going on with you, he’s not going to admit it.

Sam laments, “Man, don’t do that. I’m supposed to tell you to get back into bed. Seriously, if it was one of us, you know, who aren’t—soup’ed up—” He gestures to Steve ambling painstakingly slow, but ambling nonetheless, despite getting blasted in the heart and finishes, “-- it’d be a coma, best case.” 

Steve winces as he pivots, catching himself on a countertop, realizing he’s ass out down the back in a hospital gown, and turns enough to hide.

Sam, who is neither disturbed nor impressed, pouts. “No point in me telling you again, is there?”

“If it makes you feel better, be my guest.”

Sam heaves an offended sigh before staring at the ceiling like it could collapse and put him out of his misery. 

“Alright, whatever, when you get your ass nailed to the wall, don’t come running to old Sam. Old Sam just tryin’ to look out for you, but no sir, no one listens to Sam. Hell.”

Steve grins, mouths thank you, forgets that he asked Sam to debrief him without actually receiving an answer, and hobbles toward the restroom just to get out of sight.

-

He slips and falls, so what?

He knocks his head on the tile, watches the room shatter into stars, comes to with someone yelling half at him, half down the hall, and when he closes his eyes again, he’s out. So what?

He fucks up, is what. He wakes up even worse off, getting a cup of warm soup shoved into his hand, and a set of hard, angry eyes glaring at his ashen face.

“You.”

Steve flinches, blood concentrating and pounding on the welt from his drop. If he could cram an essay into one syllable of Sam’s name, then you’ve got him beat with an entire goddamn dissertation in a single pronoun and a look. 

Getting his ass nailed to the wall is both more and less painful than he predicted. On the upside, it’s not literal, but that’s just how idioms work Steve, you meatball. On the downside, you look like you could peel his face off layer by layer and feed it to him-- and you haven’t even started yet.

“S’ry,” he mutters and wonders if he can swing the Morse code thing or not. You point to the cup in his hand, your mouth slipping into an angry, thin line, and Steve takes a long, showy slurp.

“Mm,” he attempts, “’s good. What is it?”

“Just eat.” Your tone is severe. He puts the option of flattery away.

Steve lowers his head and places the spoon back in his mouth. The broth is silken and tart, bursting with buttery chicken and orzo and a sprinkle of dill with a slight eggy finish. He knows he’s not instantly cured, but when he looks up and your flint-edged expression softens just a little, he thinks he feels it.

“Hey,” he croaks out, for no damn reason other than he wants to. Kinda hurts, though.

You give him an impressive look somewhere between are you stupid and my god, you’re stupid.

Granted, this is par for the course, and he expects a lot more yelling, name-calling, maybe a bit of theatre since you really love re-enacting any of Steve’s poorer life choices just to drive the point home.

When you don’t do any of that, only glaring at your own hands pressed together tightly, he kind of puts it together.

“What,” he pauses, “um, happened?”

An equally awkward few seconds follow before you announce with a tone that kindly suggests Steve to shut the fuck up, “You fell down.”

He’s never been any good at taking hints. “No,” he tries again, “before that.”

“You were supposed to stay in bed.”

“I meant—”

“You got your shit rocked by Hocus Pocus.” You rub your temple before it comes out in a crash of words. “I threw your shield, very hard, in a fit of rage.”

“Oh.”

“Aim… was good.”

“Yeah?” He grins before he can stop himself.

“Don’t look so proud.”

“Can’t help it. Kinda am.”

You poke him in the chest, right in the middle of a bruise, ouch.

“It was embarrassing, Rogers. I showed my whole ass out there, splitting that stupid witch in half with your shield no less, like—"“

You look away, and his face isn’t any better, burning hot with excitement and a small bit of fear because it might just be his stupid brain that’s making something out of nothing. That’s been making up the way your eyes go soft at the edges for him sometimes.

But they’re soft again, now, as you dart them back, chewing on your lip. “Like I was declaring it for the whole world to see.”

He’s grinning now, feeling less hurt by the second as his heart beats fast and ridiculous.

“Oh, Jesus.” You look away the longer he waits like an excited dog for a treat. “Do I have to say it?”

He reaches for your hands, prying them free of each other before you tear all your own fingernails off. Then, he squeezes with a bashful smile. “Me too.”

“Cool…” you blow an invisible lock of hair out of your eyes.

“… Cool?”

“Yeah, don’t smother me, Rogers,” you grunt, sticking out your chin. “We’re not going steady or nothin’, capiche?”

He thinks it’s really cute how, when embarrassed, you start yammering with a slight Brooklyn inflection. Must be how often you’re around him—or Bucky. Steve pales for a second, because there’s much worse you could pick up from Bucky than just a slight twang.

“You showed your whole ass, too,” you shrug, derailing his train of thought. “When you fell in the restroom. The gown.” You make a separating motion like drawing apart curtain, “I found you.”

“Oh my gosh.” Steve flares up red, mortified. “Oh my gosh.” He’s ready to pass back out. Go back into the coma again.

You laugh, and he’d do anything to hear it forever. “Consider us even.”

He buries his face in soup and agrees.

[girlwtdragontattoo]

so lmao i was trying to make reference photos for drawing elliott singing in the bathroom to which witch by florence & the machine

and i was holding the hairbrush as you do when you‘re feeling it, if you know you know….

the image looks so suggestive i can‘t fucking post it dkdkdkdkd but it‘s so funny to me

didn‘t help that my brush is pink fleshtoned

[lunavagans]

In celebration of my upcoming graduation I‘ve been replaying A Link between Worlds as the first loz title I ever finished, and like. Y‘all this game is really good. Some things I‘ve noticed, now that I‘m playing it as someone who has been to school and learnt about characters, story analysis, and as someone who just wants to rant about it (naturally, spoilers abound below, though I can‘t imagine anyone not knowing about the gist? It‘s an old game, after all):

In Zelda‘s office, there are hearts in the corners of the room. In Hilda‘s, there aren‘t. However, once you reach Zelda‘s office, there‘s not really an urgent need for you to heal up anymore, especially since you can get hearts out of pots shortly before. As such, they most likely hold metaphorical value (aka the developers ship Zelink).

Perhaps a bit obvious, but maybe one of the most jarring things to notice as a first-time player is the contrast between the symbol of the triforce on the pink carpet in Zelda‘s office and the upside down triforce on Hilda‘s purple one. I still think that‘s an awesome choice storytelling-wise.

Immediately outside of Hilda‘s office, there are torches with the same kind of colorful fire that Yuga‘s staff has in his second boss fight.

Speaking of his second boss fight, why the fuck are the two walls that go down/up with his defeat so colorful? Just why? It looks like lego.

The first time when the little witch‘s broom gets me without her and it just goes „…“ still hurts just as much. I love Irene.

DAMN, Impa has a big nose in her portrait.

Wow, that little bit with fatphobia and Oreen really went over my head as a child.

Ganny doesn‘t even get to say one word in his first scene, huh? Goes to show who‘s really the boss.

Love how we see Link being woken up twice and both times have to do with the forge.

That place where we find Gully‘s bag has birds and squirrels and the place with the master sword also does… foreshadowing? Probably.

The wife of Lorule‘s blacksmith can talk all she wants about hating children, but she did pick me up from the road and lay me on the table instead of the ground.

Why does Hilda get to be Queen and Zelda doesn‘t? The latter part of the question is only I pose everyday about every game.

That bit where Yuga says he dislikes Zelda‘s haircolor but still finds the portrait beautiful shows how he really doesn‘t care about the actual looks of the people he hunts down, only who they are and if he needs them/if they pose a threat or annoyance to him. This is also why he finds Link himself ugly; Yuga attributes beauty to character as he subjectively perceives it. (I really don’t know if that sentence works?? English isn’t my first language; but I’m also not gonna look up the words). HOWEVER,Yuga also compliments Zelda‘s facial features. As we‘ve established, he doesn‘t care about the looks themselves, so maybe there‘s a correlation with Zelda and Hilda being counterparts. Yuga knows Hilda and might think of her positively, which is why he finds the superficial features they share beautiful.

From Ravio‘s identity reveal, we learn that he somewhat knows how to do the Basic Human Interaction Thing. So why‘s he so obnoxious when he‘s literally asking to live in my house because he‘s a fugitive back home or something??? Is he trying to be quirky? To seem like a non-scammer so I‘ll take his items? Those items are the only thin in Hyrule that‘ll get me through the dungeons, why does he think he has to kiss my feet to endear himself to me??

I choose to believe that, since no other person even shows knowledge of the existence of Ravio‘s items save for Osfala, that they do not exist anywhere else. So where did he acquire them? In the diary in his house, he mentions having magic, and magic runs in the items as well, in form of the meter that runs out to the side. Maybe he invented them. He does mention not being brave, but being smart in the ending when he reveals himself.

That stinky armband. What‘s the trigger for its use? In the game, Link gets put into time-out (the wall). Is the trigger just being put in there by someone else?

I love how some characters just tend to break the fourth wall. Gully and his dad with the saving, Ravio with the quick switch for the items, Mother Maiamai (her name‘s Mama Maimai in german, btw, thus she will be henceforth referred to as Mama) with the maimai map… also the old man introducing you to streetpass. The latter is also referenced by the rumor guy in the woods as extremely dangerous and keen on keeping his secrets.

Skulls sure are a choice of decoration for Ravio‘s little yard. Makes me wonder if he maybe used those as intimidation tactic, or maybe, judging by just how many there are in Lorule, they‘re just plants that evolved to look that way for the exact same purpose. (There’s probably some parallels between Ravio and the plants with mimicry here.) But then again, why would so many be in the dungeons?

Irene and Mama know each other?? Over her grandmother maybe?

The merchant at Lake Hylia proves that Lorule has more than one language, which is more than Hyrule can say of itself. But like, if Lorule is supposedly a mirrored image of Hyrule, then this means that that is only in the landscape and some characteristics of the people born there, p.e. Ravio and Link being similar in terms of looks, but not in character. They do not have a similar development in (I would bet on) anything else, also as proven by Boris‘ counterpart, or rather his death decades before the hyrulean version‘s.

Thee are speaking animals in Lorule. There are giant speaking turtles in Lorule. Nobody questions this. Speaking animals are normal. The only speaking animal in Hyrule is Mama, and she is hidden away in a cave. What the fuck?

(They also have tiny dragons as ravens. This is so important, personally.)

Why is the hylian shield in a Lorule dungeon?

The great fairies look like they could have been Kokiri once upon a time. At least now we know what happened to them in this time line.

Are those dragon statues on the outside of the palace of darkness??? (Okay, maybe that‘s just because these guys worship monsters, but dragons are cool as hell in every situation. At the very least, they‘ve got taste.(They kinda look like Toothless-))

Once you free the fourth sage, you get a cutscene with Hilda telling you about a Hero of Lorule long ago. I get that Ravio is supposed to be the present Hero of Lorule, but like……… I wanna know about that former hero. New game with that hero?? Pls?

Okay, the priest in Lorule‘s church basically tells us the silver triforce was destroyed three years ago. What happened between then and before Ravio‘s appearance at our doorstep??

Where do the monster cult members go after the dark palace???

I LOVE THE BOMB FLOWER MERCHANT!!! Also, does he call Link Thunder Flower Kid/Bomb Flower Kid in the english version, too? I probably won‘t bother to google that.

You know that cellar you need to go through the enter the church for the first time? Yeah, in the lorulean version, there are bats whose body consists of only a giant eyeball. I can‘t help but wonder if perhaps Vaati somehow caught a glimpse of them before he stole the minish cap… But for that to be possible, it has to exist in that same timeline, so idk.

THERE ARE LITTLE CUTE GHOSTS ON THE MAP AT LORULE‘S GRAVEYARD. OH MY GOD.

The fortune teller and the witch should‘ve had a happy ending. I don‘t care about Zelda, let me play matchmaker, Nintendo.

Mama has one hundred children. The fact that her species seems to thrive on the principle of „get many children, be happy if only a few survive“ tells us that barely any of them will live much longer. On that account, where are the other Parent Maimais? I propose that she has eaten her mate like praying mantises (what‘s the plural?) do.

I really like the floor pattern of the skull wood dungeon.

Going by the sound those eyeballs make when you throw them, they‘ve got to have a jelly consistency. I think they‘d be tasty, like those sour halloween eyeballs. Do they have those outside of Germany? I don‘t know, I never hear about them anywhere else.

When I played through the skull wood dungeon, my cat was laying on the bed with me, and the mattress vibrated from his purring. Very important info.

Wait wait wait. There are not lorulean counterparts for any of the sages, except for Zelda (Hilda). Why?? Did Yuga get rid of them all for some reason and nobody tells us? If they existed at all, then it would somewhat explain why Hilda vaguely knows the sages themselves? (I know I‘m contradicting that one point from earlier that there‘s no correlation between counterparts except for sheer existence, but eh.)

If I could be bothered to, this would be a ALbW hinox hate account, okay? But get this… the hinoxen on the ice mountain wear sweaters to not freeze.

The signs up to the ice dungeon sure are a mood. It feels like I‘m in a movie, together with the music that slaps unreasonably hard.

I hate the ice dungeon.

Okay, in the North American French localization, it‘s implied that Ravio made up his name when he met Link and like??? Why?? Did he also make up Sheerow‘s name??

Who the hell even is Yuga? Why can he go 2d?

Okay, so Lorule‘s triforce was destroyed in a civil war to avoid constant conflict. Cool. The fact that they even had a triforce means that they were visited by the goddesses, so some form of their counterparts. After the triforce - evidence of those godesses‘ favor - was destroyed, the kingdom fell into ruin. That‘s so much pettier than greek tragedies where only a bloodline is cursed at most.

[moon0fairy]

Ted Lasso 3x07 commentary:

•Jamie in pink and dragging (?) Roy on a bike omg that‘s amazing

• Nate you‘re so awkward and Jade smiling

• Keeley in pink too

• They‘re so cute🥹

• Uhhh is Sam‘s das coming??

• My mom would disagree about the spoons. She gets mad when the tableware doesn‘t match

• I was right !!!🤩🤩

• Trent Crimm hiii hehe

• „ Which coincidentally, coach dreamed up in a barbecue-sauce-related hallucination last week“ and Roy‘s face

• awww Jamie smiling at the joke Coach beard made

• damn that‘s a uh hat

• Trent Smile !!!

• Coach Beard I think you‘re getting carried away

• Oh no is Keeley getting insecure about their dynamic now? :(

• Nate got a sister👀

• when Ted decides to do something out of pocket (like inviting the trio to practice) and Beard just stares wide eyed into the void

• „Hey, Trent“

„Hello, Ted“

and I go feral because we got an interaction !!!!!! Roy looking back hehe

• Awww Keeley getting nervous and Jack being “filthy rich“ we love it

• Dan😭

• Look I don‘t know a lot about sport in general but I don‘t think you‘re players should vomit

• Keeley and Rebecca friendship🥹

• so Nate‘s sister is a lawyer, actually thought she might be

• Nate just openly asking his mom and sisters for advice is so cute

• Nate is so real for that overthinking

• The map is really cute and definitely shows another side of Nate‘s father

• uh oh Sam is tweeting👀

• Hiii Trent hehe

• Are there suddenly more fans???

• This is gonna be fun roleplay

• noo the Coach Beard interpretation was spot on, Will😭

• Trent smiling hehe

• nawww Jamie wanted to be someone else

• no more boxes

• Oh no poor Higgins

• Oh boy Sam got beef with a politician now

• Ted and Trent interaction *screams*

• Jade looking for Nate

• yeah those are a lot of flowers… too many flowers

• The fans are getting more and more😭

• new Trent blazer??

• I have so many questions about the red strings but also don‘t want to ask any

• now this is hilarious, like I laugh a lot during those episodes but damn

• Nate crafting something for Jade noooo🥺

• Damn Keeley that‘s uhh… a hat (she makes it work tho)

• Go Nate!!

• oh no this is horrible :(

• omg we saw Trent‘s handwriting for the first time?

• Roy😭😭😭

• This is the thirs time Trent called Ted and I‘m not okay

• oh

• not Sam‘s father using the same words Ted uses

• oh no how much has Sam told him about Rebecca

• Trent in a denim jacket!!!

• Roy adapting to their mannerisms and hating it

• not Trent with the middle finger too omg😭

• Jamie let‘s gooo

• Whooooo🥳

• Trent!!! Looking all happy giddy I can‘t do this anymore I‘m quitting

• „What a fucking dork“

„Yeah. But he‘s out dork.“ crying and more crying

• Damn Jade👀

• Not Keeley and Jack at Nate‘s table

• awww the team cleaning up the restaurant as a surprise 🥺🥺

• Oh it‘s his father’s name I should have expected that