#READ ALL ABOUT IT

[dorkiborkii]

🌌 “We,” Lance corrects, wiggling around to get comfortable, which seems like an impossible endeavor on this hard marble surface, “are going stargazing.”

Keith glances around at the handful of people milling about. Raises a brow at Lance and wonders, “Here?” 🌠

⭐️ EEEEKKK another fanfic fanart!!!! so late to it but ‘Read All About It’ by starlightment on ao3 is so good! i’ve been obsessing over it so if you haven’t read it, go and do that!!!

(this took almost 9 hrs)

[breelynnxoxoxo]

SO MANY CHOICES! SO MANY ADVENTURES! 📓📓📓

[kubosai-central]

I feel like the messenger boy for all things Kubosai lmao

[wickedlyemma]

RED ALERT RED ALERT!

CAT'S CRADLE CHAPTER 11 IS OUT! YOU DO NOT WANT TO SKIP THIS ONE! I PINKIE PROMISE!

[nedison]

It's George's EXTRA Birthday! (Read all about it)

[twinkinspector]

how the second he sees you under him, he’s prince zuko again

this line gets me every single time

i love how timid he is until that point. and then he looks down at you whining and squirming and realizes he has more power than he thought and he’s drunk on it. and you can see it as his eyes narrow.

“do you need something from me?” he coos as you grind against him, trying to get friction. you whimper out a little “please” as you reach for his cock, standing hard and proud against your tummy.

it’s like he’s a totally different person — not the same man who couldn’t make eye contact as you undressed earlier. not the same man who kept asking, “are you sure?” as you went further and further, his hands tentatively exploring your skin.

“please what?” he presses, rubbing his leaking cock against your entrance, smearing pre all over your slit and making you writhe with anticipation.

“please, please, need your big, fat cock,” you breathe, looking up at him through your lashes, tears about to overflow.

you feel his length pulse against your skin as you beg. “need you, zuko,” you whine. “want to feel prince zuko fuck me.”

something in his eyes changes, the restraint you saw before completely gone. how could he deny a request like that? he pushes himself in all the way, your hips pressed together as he bottoms out and the tears do overflow.

he pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, a fresh wave of tears running down your face. “thought you wanted this,” he rasps down at you, feigning concern.

“i do, i do,” you plead. “please just keep going.” you feel him pulse inside you before he starts fucking into you hard, hips snapping against yours as he moves to rub circles on your clit.

your walls tighten around him as he brings you closer and closer to your release. “you wanna cum?” he asks, never slowing his pace.

“yes, please, yes- let me cum please,” you babble, unable to think about anything besides the tip of his cock hitting your cervix over and over.

“please what?” a devilish grin takes over his face. he slows down his fingers on your clit, willing you to say the one thing he wants to hear.

“please, let me cum, fire lord.”

[omg-snakes]

How do you get your info on snakes? I want to learn more about them:)

Hey friend!

I read. I read lots of sources: articles, websites, blogs, forums, IRL books, digital books, peer-reviewed scientific articles. I look up natural habitats and read about them independent of the specific context of the snakes who live there. I read about veterinary medicine, scientific research, conservation efforts, animal husbandry, and natural history. I read with skepticism; if something sounds too easy or a voice sounds too confident and they don't have sources, I take what they're saying with a grain of salt.

Unfortunately, here in America we are not taught how to learn until we get to college (if at all), and by that point some bad thinking habits like confirmation bias are already ingrained. We are encouraged to only read until we get an answer we like, and then stop looking for information. That's not actually learning, nor is it research. That's just "looking things up."

True learning, true research, means getting all of the information, good bad and boring, and making connections to form a bigger picture and then gaining understanding from multiple perspectives.

Learning takes time. It takes passion. It means having to revise your held beliefs in the face of new information. It means letting go of absolute certainty. It never, ever stops.

But it doesn't have to be a burden. If you read just 15-20 minutes per day, on average, from a variety of sources, you'll be able to build a vast wealth of knowledge within a few short years!

I recommend starting with published books about your favorite species or about snakes in general, and then narrowing your focus from there. Check your local library for free resources!

Happy reading!

[i-am-an-ace-bundleofrage]

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttt’s BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!

[candlelitcorners]

It's 2024 and my town is posting bigfoot sightings in the paper.

I don't want it any other way.

[lauransoverthinking]

I resent any newsletter with the headline “Read All About It” for two reasons:

1 - This is a lazy header, think of something better.

2 - Anything loudly screaming “Read All About It” at me should be about to discuss the Canadian TV program which ran from 1979-1980 and was played weekly in my elementary school from 1998-1999 because I loved that show and would rather discuss it than your latest corporate imperative.

[kymbersmith90ff]

Read All About It: Chapter 3

Summary: Using Twitter to ask an actual princess on a date may not have been Killian’s best idea - until it was.

The credit for the wonderful banners for this story goes to @hollyethecurious​ and @itsfabianadocarmo​. Thank you both so much!

Killian spent the rest of his day traipsing around London with his parents and his brother, feigning interest in anything they deemed noteworthy while trying his hardest to covertly check his phone. So far, there had been no word from Princess Emma, but Killian wasn’t too worried. She probably had lots of stuff to do, what with her being an actual princess. Okay, maybe he was a little freaked out that his flirting was becoming too much for her and he would never hear from her again, but he tried not to let those insecurities ruin his day.

When his parents finally settled on a quaint little pub for lunch, and Killian was happily nursing a pint of Guinness, he told himself he would check his phone one last time. He should have been focusing on the limited amount of time he had left to spend with his family before he’d have to fly back out to Vancouver, but he simply couldn’t shake off thoughts of those Twitter exchanges with the princess.

This time, when he opened up the app, his heart leapt at the sight of two notifications from Princess Emma (along with one from Robin, congratulating him on being so forward!). Killian ignored Robin for the time being and instead focused on the princess’s tweets.  

@KillianJones1 As much as I would love to take you up on that (and trust me, I would. You’re very firm!), I have to work today. Rain check?

@KillianJones1 Is there any direction to your wandering, or are you just lost in the city? I know it can be daunting for you country folk.

Killian did his best to smother his smile, well aware that his brother’s eyes kept darting back his way, and instead tapped out a quick response.  

@PrincessEmma I shall hold you to that! Not lost, thank you, just touring with my family. You do know we have cities in Ireland, right?

He quickly closed out of the app and pocketed his phone. He’d reply to Robin’s message a little later. Instead, Killian focused his attention back on his parents and the steaming plates of food that had just been placed in front of them all.

It was as he was finishing his final bite that his mother got down to the issue she’d been bugging him about for the last five years.  

“So, tell me, dear, are you seeing anyone special at the moment?”  

Killian almost choked on his food. He should have known it was coming, and yet, somehow, his mother always managed to lull him into that false sense of security she was well known for.  

“No, mother,” he replied, deliberately using the term he knew she hated most.  

“Hmm…” She fell silent for a few seconds, allowing Killian to take another, larger-than-necessary gulp of his Guinness before she continued. “You know, Maeve’s daughter is single now too. She had a nasty split with her husband. I’m sure I could arrange for the two of you to meet up before you go back to Canada.”

Killian’s mind was too busy casting around for information on ‘Maeve’s Daughter’ to form a coherent reply. Thankfully, he was saved from the embarrassment of his mother taking his silence as some kind of acceptance by the approach of a teenage girl at their table.  

The young girl looked over at him somewhat shyly before she asked, “Killian Jones?”

“Aye, that’s me,” Killian told her, easily falling into his public persona.  

The young girl blushed a deep shade of scarlet before she asked, “Can I get a picture with you, please?”

Killian nodded his agreement, standing up to wrap his arm around the young girl’s shoulders. Her friend took a couple of pictures of the two of them together on her iPhone before Killian gently removed his arm.  

“Thank you so much,” the brave young woman told him. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your lunch.”  

Killian waved away her concerns with a “No worries” and was about to slide back into his chair when she threw him for a loop.  

“I really hope you get that rain check.”  

This time, it was Killian’s turn to flush bright red as his hand came up to scratch behind his right ear.  

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his face firmly fixed on the floor and definitely not anywhere near his brother.  

“You’d make a cute couple,” was the young girl’s parting gift to him, before she practically skipped back to the table her friend had already returned to.  

Killian tried so damned hard not to think about just how cute of a couple he and the princess would make as he willed the colour in his cheeks to fade away.  

He was so lost in his thoughts that it wasn’t until his father cleared his throat loudly that Killian found his eyes rising to meet his brother’s.

“Who are you hoping for a rain check from, Killy?” Liam asked, his chin propped on his hand and nonchalance oozing out of him in waves.  

“None of your damned business!” Killian snapped.  “And don’t call me Killy!”  

Killian’s eyes darted between his brother and his parents before he excused himself and fled to the bathroom. He knew it wouldn’t stop their curiosity from burning, but he hoped it would at least help to reduce it to something of a simmer.  

It was only when he was safely locked inside a cubicle that he risked checking his phone once more.  

@KillianJones1 Oh, I know. But I wouldn’t exactly call Drogheda a city now, would you? More like a small town. And please do :-D

Killian sighed, letting his head fall back against the locked door.  

There was a chance he was getting in way over his head. He was thirty-four years old - not a teenager - and yet, one simple message from Princess Emma had his stomach fluttering in a way that it hadn’t for years.

There was absolutely no way he’d be able to explain all of this to his family, so instead, he fired off a quick reply to the princess before washing his hands and heading back to the table.  

“Tower of London?” he asked, with a fake smile firmly fixed in place as he took his seat once again.

[miss-messybuns]

Oops I did it again 💕

[vercetti222]

Vol .1

[impernaway]

the queen is dead. god save us from the king.

[beaft]

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"

[twinkinspector]

New day New day New day Moooooreeee Zuko

The peasants (me) demands it!!!

i feel like he has phone sex all the time bc he’s always away doing prince shit and i cannnoooootttttt stop thinking ab it!!!

“hey, baby,” zuko rasps. you can hear the smile on his face and can practically see his eyes light up at the fact that you picked up.

“hey,” you smile, excited to hear from him — but even more excited for what’s about to happen. “what are you up to?” you murmur.

“i just got back to my room,” he says, collapsing onto the bed. “have you been thinking about me? i’ve been thinking about you nonstop,” he breathes.

“of course i have,” you respond, reclining in your own bed. “i’ve missed you so much,” you sigh, stroking your bare thighs just like he would.

“yeah?” you hear him shift his weight. “i missed you.” he palms his half-hard cock through his pants. “can you do something for me?”

“anything,” you breathe.

“that’s my girl,” he groans, pulling his cock out to find it leaking in anticipation. he uses his thumb to spread his oozing arousal down his shaft, stroking himself slowly.

“first, what are you wearing right now?” you giggle at such a cliché. “one of your shirts and some panties. your favorite red ones,” you purr.

“fuckkkkk. pull them to the side and run your fingers down your slit… but don’t push in,” he instructs, listening to make sure you’re following his directions.

you do exactly as he says, gathering up all the slick that’s pooled since you first heard his voice. “i’m already so wet for you.”

“yeah? god, i wish i was there to taste you.” he lets out a groan as he increases his pace, his tip still leaking.

“wish i could lick that pretty little clit, make you beg me to fuck you,” he breathes. “zuko,” you whimper.

“you sound so needy, baby.” his breathing is getting heavier, his voice breathier. “dip your fingers into that pretty pussy,” he says. “and let me hear it.”

you plunge two digits into your core, aching for his cock to stretch you out instead of your little fingers. “fuck,” you breathe.

“no, baby.” his tone is stern. “i want to hear how wet you are. put me on speaker and put the phone down between your legs. let me hear you fuck yourself.”

i rly rly rly think he’d love guiding you and i would probably just squirt hearing his voice telling me to do any of that 🫠