#and if you don't? mua ha. ha ha. ha.

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so im going to the grocery store because my mom really wants these fuckin kumquats or whatever (i think they taste like shit but like shes my mom ykyk) and this guy wearing full on motherfuckin wizard robes comes out and tell me i Hath Been Chosen for an Examination Performed By The Gods and im like ok magic man lay off the jingleberries but then my gay ass blacks the fuck out and i wake up and im in a completely dark room like my visions fucked the fuck up and this room spans for fucking EVER man and im really scared please help how do i leave

you pass the examination. duh 🙄

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[togament]

Hello ✨

How are you doing? It has been a while, since I've been so obsessed with an anime and an anime boy at that 😩 Could I ask for general romantic to naughty Headcanons for Hayato Suo with a female reader?

It would be absolutely lovely 💕 Thank you

hullo, anon! welcome welcome to the winbre fandom ✨ pull up a chair, relax and brainrot with us why wontcha?

suo is such an enigma — he’s so hard to read but he’s so… open at the same time? love him to bits tho. ok onto the romantic, sappy, filthy and sexy headcanons for our eye-patch having pretty boy.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : fem!reader, suo eaaaaats, suo's mean :c, READER BEGS, heavy on the teasing

NSFW under the cut later. so pls, MDNI ok? besitos mua.

S F W .

absolute gentleman. this man will open doors for you, hold your purse without any embarrassment, bring you 'just because' bouquets and celebratory bouquets, wine and dine you. you are absolutely a spoiled son of a gun with suo everybody around you is kinda jealous of it.

loves it when you smell him. LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HE SMELLS GREAT. I DARE YOU. DOUBLE DARE YOU. he rarely ever breaks a sweat in fights and on hot summer days it's weird. he finds it endearing when you lean close to him to smell his shirt or coat. (he sneaks in forehead kisses that way :)))))) ) ((he smells lightly of soap, heavy on the sandalwood incense, clove and patchouli and you can't tell me otherwise.))

has to have your hand in his at all times. no matter what. he likes teasing sakura and nirei whenever he catches them eyeing you both subtly (little shit). if you're averse to physical touch, don't fret. just having you close to him is enough.

is great at giving massages. LISTEN. have you seen his hands? HI??? your man gives you the best back rubs, can wring out the worst knots on your body like no big deal. it's almost like it comes naturally for him. soft pressure? he's got you. medium? sure. hard pressure? "are you certain, dove?" well... okay.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE. he is at your beck and call 24/7. a lover, personal chef, masseuse, help and a bodyguard rolled into one. he does anything and everything for you without questioning it. he's just happy you're happy.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

N S F W .

absolute gentleman has a mean streak. "you're gushing all over me, dove." he coos against your skin, a nasty smirk painted across his beautiful features. his fingers expertly prodding you. fuck. he knows your body better than you do. "give me another." he adds harshly, his tone a dark contrast from his previous softness. he's pulling another orgasm from your cunt. the naughty, wet squelching reverberating through your bedroom. he loves fucking you slow but god he loves it even more when you're a quivering, fucked out mess on his fingers. his little doll.

loves it when you smell him loves smelling you. ever notice your favorite panties disappearing from your laundry hamper only to have it materialize in your closet, neatly folded? you could have sworn you didn't wash and fold it-- blame your lover. he likes stealing your used panties, holding it to his nose as he takes a deep inhale. his other hand is on his pretty cock, pumping desperately, animalistic. it doesn't even seem like it's him at that moment. when he eats you out, first thing you feel touch your cunt isn't his tongue. it's always, always his nose.

has to have his hand in his at all times has to have his fingers stuffed inside you at all times. as soon as you both are alone, he's all over you. panties slid to the side, alternating between rubbing your clit and fucking you on his slender fingers. he needs you to get a quick nut out for him before the others return -- can you manage?

is great at giving massages--and loves teasing you while doing it. "s-suo.. please..." you whimper below him while he's massaging your thighs, brushing his fingers against your cunt but just missing it by a little bit. he chuckles, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "relax, dove. you're tensing up again." he says as he does it again, now fully rubbing your clit for a moment before pulling away abruptly. you curse under your breath. "don't tell me you want me to stop." he teases, an annoying lilt to his voice. he knows what he's doing to you.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE loves giving and giving and giving. this man. THIS MAN. he loves eating pussy. and I mean LOVES eating pussy. he could bust from eating you out alone -- he's not even jacking himself off. he's soiled a couple of his pants before. you wouldn't know. he loves listening to your breathing go from soft heaves to staggered. if you wanted to ask him to eat you out, he's already on his knees before you finish your sentence. make sure you're ready to cum more than 3 times.

a/n: ehe this was fun. suo's so fun to write. he's so filthyyyyyy UGHHHHHHHHH. i hope you liked it, bbs.

[jayteacups]

It's A Wrap!

Working on Attack on Titan as a makeup artist has irreversibly changed your life. As the end rapidly approaches, you find that letting go is harder than you’d thought. After years of harbouring feelings for Levi that you can’t divulge, his final day on set arrives. You know it’s time to say goodbye to him and part ways—but maybe you don’t have to. 

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader 

Tags & warnings: Actor!Levi, Makeup artist!Reader, fluff, confessions, friends/idiots to lovers, alcohol consumption, briefly implied sexual content, AOT finale spoilers

Word count: 6.9k words

A/N: I’m back, happy Levi month everyone! I wrote this over the last month to cope with the fact AOT was ending and also life stuff. This is incredibly self indulgent, also I would love to tell more stories and scenarios in this AU, so this probably won’t be the last one-shot I write for actor!Levi and MUA!Reader hehehe. Disclaimer that I don't work in film or TV or makeup, sorry if there are any inaccuracies. Also please forgive me for the uncreative title, lol. Hope you enjoy the fic!

Levi’s last day on set is bittersweet. 

For the final time, you lean against the wall and count down the seconds on your watch. The trailer door swings open to reveal the man of the hour. On par for the course, Levi arrives fifteen minutes on the dot before his scheduled arrival time. He’s holding his usual steaming flask of tea in one hand, with a nondescript rucksack (save for a Badtz-Maru keychain gifted to him from the Sanrio collaboration) slung over his shoulder. 

“Hey,” you greet him, pushing off from the wall, moving towards him like a moth to flame. He sets down his things in the sitting area and meets you halfway, letting you pull him into your arms. After years of working alongside each other, you’ve both grown accustomed to greeting each other like this in private, especially after the stress the two of you had put yourselves under during the Season 3 shoots. 

“How are you feeling? It’s your last day.” You ask him as the two of you part. To your dismay, you’re already missing the warmth of his embrace. 

“I’m fine. I’m not going to get all sappy about it.” His face is placid.

“That’s what Hange said when they filmed their death scene, and we saw how that ended,” you say lightheartedly. Hange had sworn to remain jovial and upbeat throughout their last day, but after seeing the several other actors cry at their phenomenal acting, they had promptly broken down. “And I bet you anything that Eren’s going to say that when he and Mikasa do the cabin scene next week, and we all know he’ll be the first to start crying and the last to stop.” 

Levi rolls his eyes before he enters the wardrobe area, but you know he’s not serious. “If you think I’m going to break down in tears like Hange and the kids did, you’re dead wrong,” he continues, out of sight. 

You smile. “Sure. It’s alright, you know, if you do end up crying. It’s an end of an era, we’re all going to get emotional.” 

A few moments later, Levi emerges in costume, sans the bandages. He sits down in front of the mirror at the vanity table. “Yes, but I’m satisfied with what I’ve done here, and I have no regrets,” he muses out loud, continuing on from before. “And it’s not like I’m done with the show. There’s the wrap party, then the press tour and all that. So don’t expect me to get all worked up today. I’m not saying goodbye to Attack on Titan just yet.” His voice softens towards the end. 

But it is goodbye for us, you wish to say. And I don’t want it to be. You haven’t been contracted for any of their press events. After you finish with Attack on Titan, you’ll have a handful of weeks before your upcoming contract for a new show begins. It’s a wonderful opportunity; the show is airing on a major streaming service and requires you to push your SFX skills to the limit. Sasha had been cast in one of the main roles and both Onyankopon and Nifa will make appearances too, so you’ll see some familiar faces on this new project. But selfishly, you aren’t ready to let go and move forward. Selfishly, you aren’t ready to part ways with Levi. 

Sure, the two of you will make an effort to talk every now and then. You know him far better than to assume he’ll stop talking to you the moment Attack on Titan is finished; despite him being standoffish at first, it’s clear Levi cares deeply about everybody he’s ever worked with, cast or crew alike. But the chances of your demanding schedules ever lining up again are close to zero, and sooner or later, your frequent messages will fizzle out into a conversation lost to the ages. You’ll drift, until the two of you are strangers once more. It’s inevitable; you’ve seen it happen before with your actor friends from old projects. No doubt it’ll happen again. 

You consider addressing the elephant in the room, wondering if it lingers on his mind, too. But instead, you hum in agreement and pass him a headband to hold his hair out of the way. He puts it on, clearly content to not bring it up just yet. 

Levi chews on the inside of his cheek as you sort out your equipment on the vanity table. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his lips, which are a little more chapped than usual. It’s clear there is something else that’s bothering him, but you decide to let it go for now. Sometimes Levi just needs to sit with his thoughts for a moment. You’ve learned that being pushed just makes him close himself off even more. A life in the limelight can be unforgiving. Kuchel Ackerman had been the brightest star of her generation, but behind the scenes, her personal life was far from glamorous. It doesn’t surprise you that her son keeps his heart and feelings well-guarded. 

As he sits and stews, you apply chapstick and some basic ‘barely-there’ makeup on his face, before creating the illusion of a hard-fought battle by adding a light layer of grime to his face. You’ll add more after the scar and bandages. As you work, Levi takes out a folder from his bag, which is embellished with a small cat sticker that Hange had stuck on years ago. From it, he takes his copy of the script, nary a crease in the sheets. Brow furrowed, he reads it over and over, mouthing his lines with the fervour of a prayer. 

Now, that is odd. 

“There is something on your mind, isn’t there?” You’ve also read the script for today’s scene. The director had decided to save Levi’s most poignant scene—where his character salutes the ghosts of his fallen comrades—for the very end of his shoot. (Levi’s epilogue scene had been shot a week prior.) This would be his most challenging scene yet, for it would be the first time he and his character will ever cry on screen. “You can tell me if you want. Anything you need to help you focus. There’s still time.” You give him a quick squeeze on his shoulder. 

Stormy eyes glance up at his reflection, than up at yours. He puts down the script and sighs, voice subdued. “I just want to do the Captain’s ending justice, and I don’t think I can.” 

“I think you can,” you murmur. You gesture for him to close his eyes, and pick up your finest brush. Willing your hand and heart into steadiness, you bring the brush up to his forehead, where the largest scar begins. You’ll never get used to how infuriatingly gorgeous he is. “No. I know you can. There is no doubting just how much you care about portraying him correctly.” 

He swallows. “Well, I’ve never cried on camera before.” He stops, giving you a moment to work. 

With the utmost care, you begin to draw the main line of the largest scar, the one that passes through his eye and lips. As the brush passes over his eyelid, it twitches ever so slightly, his long lashes tickling your hand. Smiling, you brush away a stray lash that had fallen onto his cheek. As you extend the line down his cheek, you try to reassure him. Levi’s usually so steadfast, but it makes sense that something like this would grow heavy on his mind. 

“You’ve been practicing it with your coach, though, right? I mean, I’ve had to cover up your swollen eyes a number of times this season.” 

“Yeah. Thanks for that, by the way.” 

“Don’t mention it.” 

The brush reaches his lips. He opens his eyes, looking up at you through lowered lashes. Your heart aflutter, you staunchly ignore any and all thoughts of kissing him. Doing so has become more and more difficult with every passing day. Especially when every now and then, you think you see him glancing down at your lips whenever you lean in close to examine a detail of your work. 

It’s more than likely that you’re imagining it, though. 

Finally, the brush reaches his chin, finishing the outline of the first scar. You lean back to admire your work. After many instances of painstakingly painting on the scars and agonising over continuity, you don’t have to look at your old reference pictures to know the exact shape and curve of them, down to the millimetre. But you do so anyway, and smile in satisfaction when you compare today’s line to the pictures from the first time you drew them on him for practice. A perfect match. 

“I know you’ve been working hard at it,” you continue assuring him, putting down the reference photos. “You’ve definitely come a long way.” 

“Yeah, but I’m shit at it, actually. All those times we joked about how Eren would take forever to conjure a single tear every time he needed to cry, and now here I am in the exact same position. He’s going to rub this in my face should he ever find out.” He chews the inside of his cheek again, looking down. “Damn it. Don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’m not… I don’t get nervous. I don’t show up to work feeling unprepared. That isn’t me. But today, it is.” 

It’s unsettling, to see him so unsure of himself. His nerves are understandable, as he came into the show with more of a stuntman background and little actual acting experience. But anybody who’s worked alongside him could easily tell you just how dedicated he is to improving his craft, and that nobody else could play the Captain with the same quiet subtleties that Levi brings to the screen. 

You hope your smile is somewhat reassuring to him. “And that’s okay. You know, crying on command really isn’t easy. I’ve worked with countless actors and many also find it difficult.” In your experience, most actors need a while to work themselves up to cry. The most obvious exception is Armin, who has the unnerving ability to turn it on and off like a light switch. “For you, all you need to do is make one tear out of one eye. You’ve managed to do that before, right?” 

He nods, but the firm clench of his jaw and the crease between his brows don’t fade.

“So, it’s nothing that you haven’t practiced. And on the off chance that you can’t do it today, that’s perfectly fine. I have eyedrops in my bag.” 

“Yeah, but…” He shakes his head in frustration. “This is going to sound dumb, but it… I don’t know, that feels like cheating. I know you’re thinking I’m being an idiot, and I probably am. I know eyedrops are common practice. It’s just… This is my character’s last moment before the epilogue, and I want it to be real. I don’t want to take the easy way out.” 

“No, it’s not stupid. There’s no shame in needing to use eyedrops if you end up not being able to cry today, but it’s really admirable that you want to do it as authentically as possible. I think that since this is your final scene, and so many people are returning this morning, it’ll be easier than usual to muster up those tears.” Reaching for a set of different brushes and paint, you instruct him, “here’s what we’re going to do. I need you to just listen whilst I do the rest of your scars. I don’t want you to get trapped in your head about this, okay? Overthinking will just make it harder to get into character. Isn’t that what you said to Mikasa all those years back? It worked wonders for her. I often forget that this show was her first ever gig, with how good she’s become.” 

He scoffs. “Really? You’re using my own words against me?”

“Well, what use is your own advice if you can’t follow it yourself?” 

After a moment of hesitation, Levi sighs in defeat and closes his eyes again. “Shit, you’re relentless. Fine, then. I’ll trust you.” 

You get to work, drawing the outlines of the second scar parallel to the first, then the smaller ones on his other cheek. As you add in the details, such as the texture of the stitches, you remind Levi of another story that he himself told you. He’d never worked with horses before being cast in this show, and yet was one of the quickest learners. Unsurprisingly so, since he’s incredibly kinaesthetically intelligent. To this day, the cast insists he looks the most at ease atop a horse, only second to Erwin, who actually used to ride in his childhood. You remind him that every single time, his hard work has more than paid off.

Somewhere down the line, you go off topic. Levi makes no move to stop you. In fact, he seems content just to listen to you talk about anything, everything. As the wounds take shape on his face, you reminisce on anecdotes from set, on the time the two of you spent together. With fondness, you recall your first meeting. Back then, you were an lowly assistant on the SFX team, transforming an unassuming man into the wounded soldier who, in his dying moments, listened to the Captain’s vow to eradicate the titans and bring meaning to his sacrifice. You talk about how the two of you grew closer during the filming of the second season, when Levi had a lot more free time to talk. How difficult the third season had been to film due to both of you being spread thin by additional responsibilities.

You skim over that time Levi mentioned you in an interview when asked about a favourite memory on set, and how warm it made you feel. You don’t talk about how you’d genuinely teared up after watching the final cut of the scene where Hange discovers a half-dead Levi by the riverbank, despite knowing that his ‘injuries’ were nothing more than your own handiwork.

And, with your heart clenching painfully, you certainly don’t dare to bring up the almost-kiss at last year’s cast and crew Halloween party.

——— 

“Cut! Perfect! Aaand that’s a wrap for Levi!” 

The set erupts into thunderous applause. You clap heartily alongside the rest of the cast and crew. A deafening symphony of whoops and cheers fills the air, and if not for the growing lump in your throat, you’d join in too. 

A standing ovation. Levi deserves it and more. Just as you expected, every angle the director wanted to capture had needed one take each, not a single one more. No eyedrops needed. 

From your position, you can see Levi still sitting by the rock. Strangely, he makes no move to get up. Curious as to why, you peer past some crew members that had moved in the way, but you’re greeted with a sight that pulls at your heartstrings. Your eyes sting with new tears. 

Curled up by the rock, Levi has his face buried in his hands, his shoulders heaving with quiet sobs. 

Something in your chest aches. You knew that he would get emotional at the end—there was no way he wouldn’t, especially considering that his character cried too—but you didn’t expect him to feel so overwhelmed. 

On instinct, your feet propel you towards him, but you’re promptly cut off by a few other crew members moving around. Through your rapidly blurring vision, you can only watch as several of the returning cast members rush forward from the smoke. Hange reaches him first, and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. Erwin is second, kneeling next to the duo and rubbing Levi’s back comfortingly. 

Sniffling, you quickly wipe away your tears, remembering suddenly that you still have something to do. Unnoticed, you slip away from set.

There is a tradition amongst the cast that whenever a character dies, the actor receives a bouquet of flowers from the cast and crew. (A size limit had to be enforced after a very emotional Gabi had presented Sasha with a bouquet so large it couldn’t fit through the trailer door.) For this final season, the tradition has expanded to gifting the actor a bouquet when they wrap, for the characters that survive all the way to the very end. 

The door to Connie’s trailer is unlocked when you arrive, just as he said it would be. Inside, you find a vase full of vibrantly coloured flowers on the kitchenette counter in the exact spot where you’d left it earlier this morning. Several weeks ago, the cast and crew had all nominated you to put in the order for the bouquet and present it to Levi on his final day, and Connie had offered to help you hide it from Levi until it was time. Careful to not drip water all over the floor, you pick up the flowers and jog back to set. 

The fog machines are being carried out by the time you return. You immediately scan the set for Levi, but it seems he has been completely buried under a massive group hug with the veterans cast, no doubt Hange’s doing. You can’t help but smile at the sight. Most of the crew members appear to be taking a break before clean-up, as it is the end of the day. The air is filled with chatter, but a hush descends upon the crowd as you approach. 

The actors peel away from the hug one by one. A smiling Petra helps Levi get to his feet. The bandages on his face are halfway unravelled. With one hand, he yanks them off, leaving both of his eyes to gaze at you unobstructed, ablaze with an intense emotion you can’t quite place. With his other hand, he quickly wipes away the half-dried tears on his cheeks. 

“On behalf of the cast and crew,” you say hoarsely, “I give you these.” You step forward and present him the bouquet. “It’s been an honour. Thank you for everything, Levi.” 

His fingers gently graze yours as he takes the flowers from you. Tenderly, he holds them close to his chest. 

“I was wondering where you went just now,” he says. Of course he’d noticed. “Should’ve known you’d be the one to give me this…” His voice wavers towards the end. He scoffs and wipes at his eyes. “And to think I was done blubbering like a baby. Damn it. You were right.” 

He pulls you into a hug without a second thought. 

——— 

Somehow, you’ve been roped into taking photos for everyone. Levi unwraps the bandages around his hand before he begins. He first takes a photo with the director and producer, who both thanking him dearly. They part with a handshake. Almost immediately after, the cast members of the Alliance, along with Eren and Zeke, all swarm forward for a big group photo. They’d all come to watch in support, even if several of them weren’t scheduled to come in today. Connie confesses that he’d helped hide the bouquet by letting you into his trailer. Levi makes a light-hearted remark that he should’ve figured that out too, considering Connie also helped hide Hange’s bouquet—which Levi himself had been responsible for ordering and retrieving. 

The veteran actors come forward next. Fitting them all into the camera frame was a challenge, but you manage to do it after one of your makeup assistants finds you a stool. Somehow, Erwin manages to persuade Levi into doing the Scout salute with the rest of them. (“I just did it in the scene, though… Fine, I’ll indulge in your corniness for today, you dorks.”) When he presses his fist to his chest one last time, the veterans erupt into cheers. 

Hange and Erwin both stay back for a little longer. The trio pose for more photos, all grinning widely, though you decide to put a stop to the mini-photoshoot when Hange attempts to pick Levi up bridal-style and almost drops him. 

(“When I said ‘put me down’, I didn’t mean for you to drop me with no fucking warning!” 

“I didn’t mean to drop you. Besides, I caught you, didn’t I? You’re fine, see?”) 

After that fiasco, Levi asks to take one with the original Special Ops Squad, as it had been years since they’d managed to meet up. 

Zeke comes back for another photo, slipping one arm around Levi’s shoulders. As you meet the taller man’s eyes over the top of his phone, he winks mischievously, holding two fingers up in bunny ears above Levi’s unsuspecting head. Say nothing, he mouths to you. With a herculean effort, you suppress your laugh. Zeke has made it his personal mission to photobomb every main cast member from the finale. After months of shooting, Levi is the last one standing, and it’s incredibly entertaining how hard Zeke tries to finish his mission, even now. 

“Hand down, Zeke.” 

“Damn it, how did you know?” 

“You’re about as subtle as Reiner is when he pretends he hasn’t broken a prop.” 

Zeke laughs. “Nothing gets past you, Levi, does it?”

As the two continue to playfully bicker, more jokes than actual verbal barbs, you open the photo you’d managed to take split seconds before Levi called Zeke out. “Mission accomplished,” you say, and a delighted Zeke reaches over Levi’s head to high-five you. Looking mildly betrayed, Levi whips his head back around to face you. 

You grin sheepishly as you pass Zeke’s phone back to him, the photo on display. “Sorry. I had to help him.” 

“Why are you two like this?” Levi says, shaking his head, barely holding back a smile. He and Zeke part after a hug and a promise to get drinks soon.

Levi’s promptly joined by Falco and Gabi, and after their photo is taken, he ruffles their hair affectionately, which makes Gabi yelp. He really has stepped into the ‘cast dad’ role, a development that you find endlessly endearing. Soon after, their parents arrive to take them home— the kids have quite an early start tomorrow to film their scenes with Annie and Kiyomi on the boat. 

Jean and Connie take the chance to snatch a couple of selfies with him, before the latter asks if he could join them to film a TikTok for the show’s official account. To Levi’s utmost relief, it isn’t a dance challenge. Connie instead asks him a few questions about how he feels about the show ending, and what the show means to him—he’s putting together a montage of every cast member’s responses. 

On the sidelines, just out of view, you watch Levi give his answers. An ember of warmth kindles in your chest. 

Soon after, Levi’s approached by the stunt team, headed by an old friend of Levi’s from his stuntman days. She’d made a cameo in the third season as Kenny’s lieutenant. You happily take a group photo for them. 

After you hand Caven’s phone back to her, Hange taps you on the shoulder, having finished catching up with the other cast members. You smile as they hug you tight, swaying on the spot; today is the first time you’ve seen them since they filmed their death scene a few months back. 

“It’s so good to see you!” They say, linking arms with yours. “Sorry it took so long to come and find you.” 

“Don’t worry! It’s lovely having you back. How are you finding your return?” 

“It’s great! I’ve really been missing this, even though it hasn’t been that long.” They pout. 

“Oh, we’ve all missed you too, Hange,” you say, smiling. “Have you been up to much since you left?” 

“Well, I visited my dad for a bit, then I sent in an audition tape for this thriller movie that my agent thinks I’ll be a good pick for. I also got a few other offers, but I’m a little on the fence. I’ll consider those if I don’t get that thriller role, but who knows when I’ll hear back from them?” 

“I bet you’ll get it. Thrillers are right up your alley.” 

“You flatter me, dear,” They grin. “Anyways, I am here to say that you are the only one left who has not taken a picture with Levi. And that needs to change. The two of you need something to remember this day by!” You realise they’ve been guiding you towards the rock, where Levi, Mikasa, Armin and Eren are deep in conversation. The younger actors are laughing boisterously at something Levi had said, heads tilted back, sporting wide grins. Levi’s still cradling his bouquet carefully, a soft smile as he speaks, looking up at his younger cast mates with endearment. Your heart warms at the sight. 

The quartet look up as you approach. The younger actors wave goodbye, disappearing into the crowd. Hange quickly ushers you and Levi together, their phone already out of their pocket. “Alrighty, here we go!” They cheer. “Oi, look lively now, Levi. It’s the last photo!” 

“Was about time we did this,” you whisper to him as you come close. At first, you settle into your usual stance whenever you take a photo with a cast member, but Levi is not just any cast member. Not to you. Gnawing on your lip, you grapple with yourself for a fleeting moment. Your professional side barely puts up a resistance, and so you lean in to whisper a question. Briefly, you wonder what it would feel like to kiss the delicate shell of his ear. You banish the traitorous thought, best as you can. 

“Hey, can I put my arm around you for this?” As close as you and Levi have grown over the years, the two of you save your brief hugs for behind the scenes, in private. Physical affection is rare with him otherwise—whilst the cast tend to be very touchy with one another, Levi is usually seen on the sides, watching them with a quiet fondness in his eyes. That hug from earlier—it had to be a fluke, right? 

And yet, he sighs, and bridges the small gap between you. His free arm moves behind you, a warm, firm hand comes to rest at your back. “You don’t have to ask, you know,” he murmurs in return. “I hugged you earlier, didn't I? Quit worrying. Go ahead.” 

Warmth blooming inside you, you lean sideways towards him on impulse. You slide your own arm behind him, and Levi leans into your touch. “Just so you know,” he continues, “it was an honour working with you too.” 

Hange starts to count down from three. A wave of emotion hits you, almost sweeps you off your feet. This is it. Your last day of working with him.

Still so much left unsaid. 

Straining to keep your composure, you offer a wide, bright smile for the camera. 

——— 

The next few hours are spent tidying and cleaning up. Most of the actors have gone home, but Levi stays behind to help out the crew, as he always does without fail. With how emotionally taxing the day had been, it’s a wonder he didn’t go back to his trailer immediately to crash. As if you couldn’t admire him any more. 

Your eyelids are heavy by the time you finish up and arrive at Levi’s trailer. When you enter, he is slumped in a chair in front of the vanity mirror, already changed out of his costume. 

Neither of you say a single word as you carefully wipe away the scars and the grime. Your traitorous hands linger for a split second too long whenever they brush against his smooth skin. In his stormy eyes are that same intense look he’d given you when you first appeared with the bouquet. 

You wonder what it means. 

Sooner or later, one of you will have to break this fragile silence. Levi decides to take the matter into his own hands, catching you off guard. “I guess this is it.”

The sting in your eyes returns with a fierce vengeance. You turn away for a moment, rapidly blinking your oncoming tears away. An invisible vice clamps down, mercilessly clenching your chest. 

You choke on your words, but you get them out somehow. “I’ll miss you.” Not the three words you’ve been yearning to say for the last year, but it will have to do. “I’m going to miss you. So much. It’s been…” You wrack your brain, but there is no singular adjective you know of that could truly describe the past few years working on this show with him. “You know what I mean. Right?” 

“I know what you mean.” Levi stands, turning to face you properly. The troubled crease between his brows return. “Look, I… I have to tell you something. Hear me out?” 

Your heart thunders in your chest. You nod. “Yeah. Of course.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Remember this morning? I said I was satisfied with my work here. That I have no regrets.” 

Barely able to breathe, you can only manage to nod. 

“But that isn’t true. Not really. There is one thing I regret,” he says, slowly, cautiously. 

Voice barely a whisper, you ask. “What is it?” 

“That we never talked about what almost happened at Halloween last year.” 

The world comes to a halt. 

Dimmed lights. Bass reverberates through your bones. The aftertaste of a Bloody Mary lingers on your tongue. Levi is just centimetres away, his chest almost flush with yours. His eyes valiantly fight to stay focused on the intricate titan-shifter makeup on your cheeks, before he gives in and his line of sight drops to your lips. Unconsciously, he leans in slightly, seemingly gravitating towards you.

Devastating. That is the first word that comes to your mind. It is high time you realise that he will be the end of you; he could ask anything of you and you’d do it. Your heart beats for him. 

Caught in his orbit, your face tilts towards his.

A drunken crew member barges past, jostling your shoulder. You yelp, stumbling to the side, before Levi’s hands—warm, steady, safe—catch you. The spell broken, he lets go the moment you are upright, averting his eyes from yours. Levi takes a step backwards—a small one, because there is barely any space in the corner of the room the two of you are tucked into. But to you, he suddenly feels so distant, that he might as well be on the other side of the universe. 

“I need some air,” he says, stoic mask falling back into place. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, Levi turns on his heel and disappears into the crowd, taking all the warmth of the room with him. 

No. This is dangerous territory. Since that night, the two of you had constructed an unspoken agreement to pretend nothing had ever happened. Levi had never made any impression that it was anything other than a drunken lapse in professionalism. For a while, you wondered if he even remembered that moment, or if it had all been in your head, a result of you projecting your own desires onto him. 

Regardless, he had never brought it up. You’d been content to do the same. It was—and still is—impossible to fathom that Levi would ever want you. 

“Tell me,” he says hoarsely, “that I wasn’t imagining things that night, and every day since. Tell me I’m not imagining that you’ve been looking at me like…” 

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Like what?” 

“Like that!” He snaps. His hands tremble in a way you���ve never seen before as he gestures towards you, voice tinged with desperation. “Like how you’re looking at me right now. I-I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner. Because if I had… maybe I would’ve…” 

The staggering realisation of what he’s trying to say sinks in. 

Choking back a sob of relief, you reach out for his hands, and he offers them to you with no resistance. A light blush sweeps across his face as he stares at your interlocking fingers with something akin to wonder. 

Breathlessly, you dare to ask. “Do you mean it? That if you had known how I felt, you… you would’ve kissed me?”

“Yes. I would’ve. I wanted to, more than anything.” With that, Levi finally looks up from your joined hands. The burning look he’s been giving you all throughout today—you recognise it, now, plain and simple. 

His earlier words ring in your mind. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner. 

“Oh, Levi,” you whisper. 

He continues on. “And if I had known how you felt, I wouldn’t have upped and left you like that. I was being a shitty coward, for running away and pretending it never happened, and never giving you an explanation when you deserved one. I was scared, I think, of ruining what we already had. You didn’t imagine anything on my part, it happened, and you didn’t do anything wrong that night… I’m sorry.”

Smiling, you squeeze his hands; warm, steady, safe. “You aren’t imagining things on my end either. I’m in love with you, and have been for a while now.” You don’t need him to say those precious words back for now—Levi’s endearingly clumsy attempt at confessing means more to you than he’ll ever know. “And I forgive you for running out on me that night. We both thought it didn’t mean anything to the other person. For so long, I thought that even if you did, things would never work out, that today would be goodbye, because I have a new contract on the other side of the country, and you’ll be going back to stunt work, a-and…” Your voice trembles, so you force yourself to stop, and breathe. 

“It will work. I swear it, I’m not saying goodbye to you. I don’t care what’s coming next, we can make it work.” He seems to muster his resolve, tugging you closer. “No more dancing around this like idiots. We have enough lost time to make up for.” 

Smiling so widely your cheeks ache, you playfully poke his cheek. “Well, you can always begin with the kiss you owe me, yeah?” 

“You smart-arse.” Levi chuckles, before gently cupping the back of your head with his hand. In a swift movement, he leans in and captures your lips with his.

It’s nothing short of divine. 

Levi kisses you with years worth of yearning behind it. His other hand moves to cradle your face, thumb brushing against the curve of your cheek, wiping away a stray tear of happiness. 

Eyes fluttering shut, you deepen the kiss. Tongues move in tandem, and it isn’t long before hands begin to roam, exploring the terrains of each other’s bodies with an almost innocent curiosity. Heat simmers underneath your skin, a carnal flame yearning to be stoked, to devour. 

For now, though, you’ll have to temper it. 

Coming up for air, you close your eyes, resting your forehead against his. As much as you desperately want him, you don’t want your first time having sex with Levi to be in a trailer on set, with multiple crew members still milling around outside and packing up for the day. You tell him as such, and he murmurs his agreement after kissing you once more. 

“Glad we’re on the same page about that, so…” Realising what you’re about to say next, you choke back a grin at your own cheesiness. “You wanna go back to your place or mine?” 

Levi rests his forehead on your shoulder and chokes back a laugh. “Fuck, that’s such a cliché line.” 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, but the question still stands.” 

He looks up at you, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Yours, then.” 

The time spent packing up and driving back to your home crawls by agonisingly slowly. The moment the two of you cross the threshold onto your home, he’s closing the gap between the two of you, kissing you breathless, thoughtless, until only your longing for him remains. So much so that you almost forget to stop and get a condom out from your drawer—in fact, Levi has to remind you. 

The rare few times you had allowed yourself to think about it, you’d pictured Levi as a tender lover, gentle despite his coarseness. He is all this and more. At his fingertips, you come alive. As he makes love to you, laughs and sweet nothings fill the air between the deep kisses you share. You should’ve expected just how generous he can be in bed, but it still takes you by surprise, the way he worships your body with a deep-rooted reverence, determined to pleasure you over and over. In turn, you reciprocate eagerly, honoured that Levi trusts you to take care of him in return, that he is so readily vulnerable with you. 

Once the two of you are finally, utterly spent, Levi nudges you awake before you can fully slip into a deep doze, cosy and comfortable in his embrace. “Hey. Gotta clean ourselves up, sleepyhead.” 

You chuckle drowsily, and miraculously muster up the strength to crawl out of his arms, out of the warm sheets. “The bathroom is just down the hall,” you yawn, trudging towards a cupboard not the other side of your room. “You can shower first whilst I change the sheets and find you a towel and some spare clothes, ‘kay?” 

“Or,” Levi says, voice hoarse with the same kind of contented exhaustion that makes you yearn to curl up beneath the sheets in his arms, “you could come with me.” He pulls you back in, peppering gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder, which tickle slightly. 

Euphoric, you close your eyes and laugh. “Okay.” 

Showering together is an incredibly sweet, domestic affair. Long after you’ve rinsed off all the lather, you’re both hesitant to leave the warmth of the running water, content to cling onto each other and relish in the feeling of skin against skin. 

After the two of you dry off and change the sheets, you climb into bed. Half awake and basking in each other’s presence, you pull him close, nestling your head on his chest. When was the last time you had felt so cherished, so happy? 

Sleep claims you swiftly, but not before Levi kisses the top of your head and tells you what you already know: 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

——— 

Several weeks later

The wrap party is well underway by the time you and Levi arrive. 

The lights are dim, and the music reverberates through your bones. Levi’s hand finds a home in the curve of your waist as he guides you through the crowd of drunken cast and crew members. His touch anchors you, and you find yourself smiling giddily. 

After helping yourself to a cocktail, the hours fly by. Apparently, the entire cast plus half of the crew (including all of the makeup assistants under your command) had been rooting for you and Levi to get together. Tonight when you finally revealed you were in a relationship with him to your juniors, you were subjected to an intense barrage of questions. This, however, paled in comparison to Hange’s reaction when Levi held your hand in front of their very eyes—they’d launched an interrogation so brutal you wonder why they didn’t enter law enforcement instead.

Soon after escaping Hange’s interrogation, you two both get another drink. “Everybody seems far too invested in this development than they should be,” you sigh, still frazzled. “How long do you reckon they’ve been shipping us?” 

A look of exasperation flits across Levi’s face. “I don’t know, and I hate that I even know what ‘shipping’ means in this context. Also, I saw Zeke give Erwin money when Hange was drilling us. Fuckers had some kind of bet running on us. Don’t even wanna know how long that had gone on for.”

You tip your head back and laugh. “Colour me unsurprised. That sounds very on-brand for Zeke and Erwin. You know, I think I saw Armin and Connie do the same. Guess Armin’s not as angelic as he looks.” 

“That’s been known, sweetheart. The kid’s a menace in disguise.” He kisses your cheek. “Just like you, actually, now that I think about it.”

Playfully, you swat him away. “Hey, who are you calling a menace?” 

Eventually, the two of you find yourselves catching some air outside, needing a moment to sober up and recalibrate after a whirlwind of social interaction. Levi’s hand returns to your waist and tugs you closer to him, seeking out your warmth. Melting into his touch, you do you best to commit the feeling of his embrace to memory. Soon, you’ll move away for a few months for your next contract, but you no longer fear it. Levi had sworn to you that this would work out, and there is nobody’s word you trust more than his.

Your love for each other has endured for years in the past. A handful more months is nothing.

Levi shifts slightly to get a better look at you, and cups your cheek. Meeting his gaze, your heart stops; his eyes are a breathtaking silver in the moonlight. Easily the most expressive feature he has, you could get lost in them for hours. 

Caught in his orbit, your face tilts towards his. 

This time, Levi meets you halfway.

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Masterlist

[tarzelladraws]

Hi!! My name is Jenna! I just saw your amazing art and edits! Thanks for sharing your talent! I was very curious after seeing your AU artwork if you have any fanfiction written or a fic rec list you could share?

Aw thank you, i'm so happy you like my art! Sorry for the delayed response, I was on vacation. Here’s a list of some of my favorites in no particular order, just my oldest bookmarks to more recent. My all time favs are marked with **

Links are attached in the titles and i hope you like them! I have so many more!

** Mitan, Midi by animal rated E (Rey inherits a home in France, angst)

**Code of Honor by c_ike rated E (my favorite Rey background)

Forbidden by koderenn rated E (Jedi Rey x Senator Ben)

we could plant a house, we could build a tree by Like_A_Dove rated E (Ben and Rey grow up together, heavy angst)

** All Our Days by voicedimplosivesrated E (cannonverse Persuasion AU)

** Good Day, Professor by faequeentitania rated E (College student Rey x professor Ben)

A Royal Mistake by reyofdarkness (mitslits) rated E (Mechanic Rey x Prince Ben)

Compatible by AttackoftheDarkCurses rated E (friends to lovers, sexy vacation)

give you my wild (give you a child) by lizzysbennett rated E (babysitter rey x single dad Ben)

Mistranslations by MissCoppelia rated E (BDSM, Japanese mafia)

** stuck in colder weather by redbelles rated E (More college student Rey x professor Ben)

Ruby Woo Red by HeartSabers rated E (Celebrity Ben x MUA Rey)

set me on fire by no_loose_wire_jokes Rated E (roommates, rey is turned on by him swearing lol)

Good Fences by quamquam20 rated E (Witch Rey x Vampire Ben neighbors)

And Your Kingdom Too by vuas rated E (fantasy royalty au, arranged marriage, single chapter)

Olive and an Arrow by sadboykylo rated E (bodyguard Ben x president's daughter Rey)

Sunshine After a Storm by enloeddmedia rated E (modern cowboy au)

**A Royal Mix-Up by AttackoftheDarkCurses rated E (Ben x rey have a one night stand, he forgets to tell her he's a prince)

Awards Season by gracediamondsfear rated E (actor Ben x personal chef Rey)

**It's Just Us Now by KyloZen rated E (cannon divergent Kylo and Rey are stuck on Hoth together)

**Lifeblood by ebongawk (makeshiftcandy) rated E (modern au vampire ben)

**rumor has it by dachenabritta rated E (spoiled rich girl rey asks ben to sleep with her)

He's got them bad boy blues by Blueyedgurl rated E (high school au)

Three by JenfysNest rated E (an ode to three finger fingering)

**Soup from my Mouth by v_for_verona rated E (HEA TROS, food as a love language, this one speaks to the food insecurity i had growing up)

**D Major by star_pilots rated E (Ben fingers rey on a school bus lol)

**Show Me Your Teeth (i'll show you mine) by KnightFalling rated E (gentle vampire Ben x Rey who has vampire related trauma)

Shadow Song by SageMcMae rated E (ben is in a coma/also a shadow being protecting foster kid rey)

**Diet Coke by Pacificwanderer (CNichole) rated E (Ben is a hot construction worker that rey watches from her office window)

Dog Day Open Hydrant by LinearA rated E (firefighter ben is called to shut off a hydrant that Rey opened)

**Leave It All, Lock to the Tide by alantieislander rated E (Rey lives on a remote island, soldier Ben washes up on the shore)

**Don't Feed It (It Will Come Back) by Aaveena rated E (Rey works at a diner for the supernatural, Ben is a newly turned vampire)

you're the tall kingdom I surround (think I better follow you around) by havingaheavy rated E (Rey stalks Ben, Ben is obsessed with Rey)

To Have and to Hold by bunilicious rated E (historical AU, arranged marriage)

[redbreastedbird]

hello oh my goodness you're on tumblr 😭😭😭I don't really know how to convey how HAPPY your books make me feel. I re-read mmu books one through five for christmas and I intend to re-read the rest before mua three is out!

arkjdmsb I don't even know what to say except a huge big massive THANK YOU for creating this amazing universe where anyone and everyone can be gay and solve crimes. nuala holds a special place in my heart as we're both bespectacled autisic irish people. every time she speaks irish I gain like three years of life expectancy. I love hazel to pieces as well. when I was younger, she felt like a friend to me, like I had just accidentally picked up her casebooks and solving crimes alongside her and daisy (and of course the junior pinkertons!)

I will never forget reading the last chapter of the body in the blitz and coming to the realisation that like. almost everyone in this room is queer. and this is a kids book in an era of draconian book-banning legislation, and there are just queer characters right there. just being people, really really good people, existing almost a hundred years ago. neurodivergent, poc, disabled, queer and trans characters. yes!

I am just rambling oh my god 🤦love you lots and keep up the incredible, ground-breaking, joyous work <3

This is so nice?! Thank you so so much. And yes, this is everything I wanted to do with my books.

Sarah Waters has a line about how she writes historical novels about queer women because she wants to show her readers that queer women have always existed, and I really internalised that. It matters so much to be able to show that none of this is new - that humans have always been every identity they are today, it’s just that mainstream culture never wanted to admit it. I’m trying to put the reality back into history - honestly, I’ve probably underestimated the diversity, if anything.

I know I have said this a lot, but I grew up under section 28 in the UK, in a time when you basically could not show queer characters in a children’s book (the only queer characters I remember seeing were the angels in His Dark Materials), and so it took me a long time to really trust that I was allowed to put queer characters in my own books. Making Daisy on the page queer was one of the scariest things I had ever done, and I still sort of cannot believe I did it. But it means so much to me to just be able to put on the page now that oh, George has a boyfriend now, and for it to be a basically unremarkable thing. And also to create a trans character with Anna, who transitioned before the novel and is now just living her life!

I really hope that there’s a generation of authors coming up now who have grown up with books like mine and who will do this kind of thing even more readily than I have been able to. The world is such a scary place for people who don’t fit into the norm, but there are so many of us, just out there living our lives, and books help us see that.

Long story short: be gay solve crimes. ❤️

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

"You're Brandy, right? I'm Lark, the new transfer in from Fiore".

The young man (sort of) who has approached Brandy is in his mid-to-late twenties. His eyes are a bright, goatlike yellow, though perfectly human in shape. His hair is dark brown, except for a loose tuft in the front that's a minty pastel green. A fairly ordinary-looking mud-brown rockruff sits politely by his side. The ranger is wearing a Fiore-style uniform: black-and-white underlayer with a bright red short-sleeved jacket. The only addition is a he/they pronoun pin at the collar. He's got a capture styler on his belt near easy reach of his right hand, and a set of six ultra-balls for the off-hand on his left.

Lark saluted. He tried to make the gesture a little more casual. But being in a new region surrounded by new people and pokemon on a serious mission had ramped up his tendency to fall back on rules and order, so the gesture ended up at about 90% crisp, textbook formality.

"I've read all the paperwork the union sent over, and some Paldean ranger guides, but as the person on the ground I figure you have the best idea of where I'll be most useful."

Brandy blinked, taking a moment to take in the ranger before her. She had stopped in to check in on some reports of the most recent paradox escapees, and been informed that one of the contract hires had arrived and was waiting to check in. She knew they were coming from Fiore. She was expecting the new face. What she was not expecting was the classic, textbook Ranger From a Ranger Region walking stereotype to greet her. She'd have found it a little funny if she weren't so dog tired.

"Hey. Nice to meet ya, Lark. You super don't need to do that. I'm not much one for formalities." And true to her word, Brandy did not look the slightest bit like a professional. She was wearing her red Union-issued jacket and styler, but that was about it for the official uniform. Under the jacket she wore plain black athletic wear and some well worn boots. Her black hair was pulled back into less of a messy bun and more of a sloppy bun, the kind of which would make any MUA girly feel faint.

She pushed off the counter that she had been leaning against to talk to the operator behind it. At her feet a small, slightly fat poochyena looked up at her expectantly.

"This is Macaroon, by the way. Not my partner, just a part of my little pack. She hangs out at the base when I'm out on missions." Macaroon wagged her tail a little at the mention. A keen observer would notice a distinct lack of protruding fangs and overbite that the species was known for.

"Welcome to Paldea. And hey, thanks for offering to help out. We do really need it. C'mon, let's take a walk around outside. We got a couple pokemon out in our pastures that you'll want to meet."

[youremyheaven]

Dramatic Essence & Makeup

Over the years, I have come to realise that those who have Dramatic essence kind of need to wear makeup to highlight or emphasize it. They look a bit plain or washed out when they don't try to emphasize their Dramatic essence. People who have Natural essence need to downplay their makeup so that their features aren't overpowered by it.

Angelina Jolie is an interesting example. I believe she has both Natural & Dramatic essences. A lot of people think Natural= plain, average looking or boring and Dramatic= exotic striking beauty but this isn't true

If you look at these pictures its obvious that Angelina looks best with minimal makeup as wearing bold makeup seems to exaggerate her already exaggerated features further. Natural essence manifests in many ways and this is one example.

Karina from aespa has Romantic, Dramatic, Ethereal essence and when she does not wear makeup to emphasize it (eyeliner, lipstick etc) she looks plain and washed out

this is one of my fav pictures of her. look at her striking her features are. compare them to pictures of her where she's wearing no makeup or little makeup. again im not implying that she's wearing "heavy makeup" here or that people with Dramatic essence need to. its not about heavy or light but about enhancing your features and making them stand out.

Karina's MUA probably only does these plain makeup looks on her to prevent her from standing out too much or stealing the spotlight from the other members. Jennie's MUA also did this.

just compare these lewks and see how differently her features come across

people with a Dramatic essence (and without any Natural essence especially) can come across as bold and intimidating which is probably why their MUAs try to downplay it with minimal makeup but this also means their striking features are hidden in plainsight (pun intended lmao)

the Dramatic challenge is choosing between being perceived as a cold intimidating person or looking kind of dull and washed out :/

[kindafooey]

Käärijä (feat. Vinttikoira) - Aikuinen, translated to English by meee :3

Hey yall! I've been hoping for an excuse to do full translations of Käärijä's lyrics, and I saw a couple of songs requested by @verminetroglodyte in the tags of that one post, soooo here's the first one! Prolly gonna follow up with Menestynyt yksilö tomorrow night :D I've taken some minor artistic liberties here in order to match the vibes of the original lyrics as closely as possible, so I'm open to any feedback and questions you might have in mind. Oh and do request more song translations if there are any you'd like to see! I love doing this, haha.

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Korkeakouluttamattomuudesta huolimatta mä oon hyväntuulinen / Despite my lack of higher education I'm a cheerful type

Joku vois kysyy, että oonko mä hullu / Someone may ask if I'm a fool

Voin vastata, että oon hullunkurinen / To that I can say I'm all about tomfoolery

Onks ohjeit antaa miten elää tai vastuun kantaa / Got any advice on how to live my life or do my duty?

Sillä mun tieto ei niin vankka oo sijottamisen suhteen eikä paljon pakkaa oo (ei oo) / Cause my investments ain't intelligent and I ain't got no stacks (no stacks)

Mua raastaa, kuulen kuinka muut nappaa paikan oikiksest (oh no) / Still it grates me, when others tell me they scored a spot in law school (oh no)

Eikä koskaan natsannu omalla kohalla ja se varmistu postitse (voi ei) / While all I ever got was a rejection letter in my mailbox (oh no)

Mä oon kondiksessa / But I'm alright

Sama se vaikka ne mua koettavat hiillostaa / Don't care if they try to roast me

Mä oon aikuinen eli päätän siitä mikä vittu mua kiinnostaa / I'm a grown-up and I get to decide what strikes my own fuckin' fancy

Chorus (by Vinttikoira):

Miks sä otat riskei / Why you taking risks

Noilla sun peliliikkeil / With those player maneuvers

Sä oot valmis lyömää ohi sun swingei / You're ready to miss all your swings

Vaikka sul vois olla jotain fiksuuki kehitteil / Even though you could have good things cookin'

Joten oisko nyt viimein aika kasvaa aikuiseks / So don't you think it's time to finally grow up

Ja pistää pelit seis / And grind the games to a halt

Oon aikuinen / I'm a grown-up

Vaikka toisinaa en tiiä et mitä oon / Even if sometimes I don't know what I am

Ilman CV:tä paikkoi täytän eikä ne mun älyy hyötykäytä vaikka sitä on / I'm doing entry-level jobs without a resume and they don't make use of my wits though there's plenty in me

Käärijän vartaloo pitkin valuu hikikarpalo / A bead of sweat rolls down Käärijä's body

Kun ne väittää еtten kartal oo / When they tell me I'm all over the place

Jos ei pihas oo avoautoa tai kartanoo / When there's no convertible parked in my yard and I've got no mansion

Ja se pеrhana raastaa meit / And it grates us to goddamn shreds

Kuulla ettei olla mitää ilman merittei / To hear we're nothing without merits

Korkeesta koulusta ei tavikset saa niiden touhusta kredittei (voi ei) / Normies ain't getting no college credits from their hustle (oh no)

Nyt mä päätin sen / Now I've made up my mind

Sama se vaikka ne mua koettavat hiillostaa (ai) / Don't care if they try to roast me (ow)

Mä oon aikuinen eli päätän siitä mikä vittu mua kiinnostaa / I'm a grown-up and I get to decide what strikes my own fuckin' fancy

[Chorus]

Mä oon aikuinen mutta omal tyylillä / I'm a grown-up but in my own style (x2) (hah!)

Ei mitää perinteist / Nothin' traditional

Mä menin eri teit (ha) / I took a different path (hah)

Joita kuljen kunnes vislaan pelit seis / That I'll keep walking until I whistle my games to a halt

(Vinttikoira:)

Joo, joo / Yeah, yeah

Päällä asuntolaina / Got a mortgage on your back

Ja alla pankin auto eikä oravanpyörästä vartin taukoo / Your ride is owned by the bank, no break from the grind

Ja himassa päätään vaimo aukoo / Got a wife at home running her mouth

Pitää laskut maksaa ku vastuu kasvaa / Gotta pay the bills as responsibilities pile up

Mutta mulla on jatkumassa mun lapsuus vasta / Meanwhile I'm just extending my childhood

Ei mun sulle tarvii olla vakuuttamassa / No need to go out of my way to convince you

Eikä raksalla nakuttamassa (naks, naks, naks, naks, naks) / Or to bang away at a construction site (tap, tap, tap, tap, tap)

Ja sehän sukulaisii takuulla rassaa / and I bet it vexes my relatives

Ku mun laiffi on tabula rasa / when my life is a tabula rasa

Ja elämäntapa (mikä) / and my lifestyle (what)

Hakuna matata

Teini-ikänen mutanttininja Vinttikoira / Teenage mutant ninja Vinttikoira

Ei inttipoika eikä sivarijätkä / not an army boy nor a civilian service bro

Enkä eti mitää rivarinpätkää / not looking for my own piece of a rowhouse

Voit ne pois mun listaltani jättää / you can leave those off my list

[Chorus]

Mä oon aikuinen mutta omal tyylillä / I'm a grown-up but in my own style (x2) (Hah!)

Ei mitää perinteist / Nothin' traditional

Mä menin eri teit (ha) / I took a different path (hah!)

Joita kuljen kunnes vislaan pelit seis (pelit seis) / That I'll keep walking until I whistle the games to a halt (games to a halt)

(x2)

Oon aikuinen / I'm a grown-up

Oon aikuinen omal tyylil / I'm a grown-up in my own style

Mitä mitä / What what (x2)

Oon aikuinen / I'm an adult

Omal tyylil / In my own style

[sleepanonymous]

Do you know what's the best way to get a letter or something of the sort to the guys? Try to hand it to someone during one of their concerts or is there some other (better) way?

Hello Anon, ty for the ask 🖤 I do know of a couple ways to get a letter or item to Sleep Token, yeah. Letter-wise, this might be your best bet. It's a fanmade compilation of letters to Vessel specifically, that a couple of really awesome fans are creating. The link to that post has an FAQ about what is allowed and how to submit to the project, and you can also follow the #thelovevesselneedsbook tag here on Tumblr.

Another option, especially if it's a letter for one of the other band members or a gift, would be to seek out one of the tour crew. If you're going to one of the Australian or UK rituals, then you can try handing the item off to the band's photographer Adamross. He's been fairly chatty with fans in the past and I'm sure he's been asked to give the band notes and gifts before. His Instagram handle is @adamrosssi (but I think he's more active on his TikTok).

If you'll be attending the Teeth of God tour this May, you're in luck because the band's touring MUA, Shevy Marie, has been vocal about wanting to meet fans as well as offering to accept and hand off gifts and letters to the band. Aside from stage costumes and makeup, she helps run the merchandise booths, so you can find her there. Her Instagram handle is @shevyymariee if you want to give her a follow. She's typically vocal while on your and posts to her stories, but you might also be able to chat with her on one of her lives and ask her directly about handing off a letter or gift.

If you don't happen to run into either Adam or Shevy, you can still try to give the letter/item to whoever is working the merch booth for Sleep Token, just be aware that they are working and there's most likely going to be a long and impatient line behind you.

The last way that you might be able to get a letter or more specifically a gift, to Sleep Token would be by handing it to them directly while they're on stage. Obviously, this will only work if you're on the barricade or trust the crowd around you enough to pass whatever you're gifting up to the front. I can also almost guarantee that the security/bouncers between the barricade and stage will not accept and hand off gifts from fans unless specifically asked by the band or crew. I don't recommend this option, since it would be such a high-variable situation, but this is how fans have gotten things such as notes/letters/signs, stuffed animals, silly hats, and jewelry to the guys (but also, for the love of god, please do not throw things on stage, especially directly at one of the band members or their crew).

One last thing (and I know this wasn't part of the question at all but I'm seizing the opportunity to go off on this tangent): Whatever you give to the band, remember that they have to travel home with it. They're essentially living out of a tour bus and hotel rooms while on tour, and already have limited luggage space. On top of that, they'd have to pack the gift and get whatever it is through customs when they get back home to the UK.

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KYLE CROUSE: And our next question! "Sonic’s dead. Nope, that’s it. He’s just dead. No, Eggman didn’t defeat him. No, there wasn’t some tragic accident or ultimate sacrifice. He died in his sleep. Why? Beats me. Maybe it was cardiac arrest from having one too many chili dogs at Chocola’s birthday bash. Who knows? Regardless, he is dead. What is the reaction from Sonic’s friends, foes, and most importantly Eggman to the blue hedgehog’s sudden and underwhelming demise?"

IAN FLYNN: Well, his friends are devastated, obviously. They're torn out of the frame. This is... not something they would have foreseen, or wanted, or were prepared for. Uh, most of the rivals? They're rather upset too, like... Jet's gonna be pissed that he doesn't get a chance to show up Sonic one last time, establish himself as the true Speediest There Is. It's gonna bother him a lot! Shadow? Uh, you know how emotive he is, but he's extra quiet and broody for a little bit. KYLE: Mhm. IAN: Eggman, I imagine, would seize upon the opportunity to launch a full-scale attack, because who's going to stand in his way now, mua ha ha ha! His friends are- Sonic's friends are rallied to action because they're gonna fight in his memory, and things go on for a little bit as they do, and then Eggman's chutzpah behind the whole thing just kinda peters out. It's just not the same. There's no Sonic, and it's- it's not like the War, y'know, he won that. He beat Sonic -- or at least, his minions did. The point is, it was his victory, he could claim it! KYLE: Mhm. IAN: Now there's no Sonic, there- and he's not coming back. There's no surprise last-minute confrontation, it's just him and the Fuzzy Buddies. KYLE: Yay. IAN: And eventually, I think would just kinda, like, peter out. He's not even showing up to fight anymore. He's just kinda sittin' there going, "Now what? I mean, I wanna do it, but I just- I don't have the drive to do it anymore." So he starts, like, targeting each of the friends, trying to get them to rise up to Sonic's caliber. He needs that challenge! He doesn't have the drive anymore! "Tails, get up here! Prove yourself! ...No? Still too early? Ugh, hurry it up." KYLE: [chuckling] I'm getting very much a Megamind sort of deal here. Eventually he becomes the hero! [laughs] IAN: [laughs] KYLE: I feel like this was a Boom episode. Like, we didn't- it's not a new Boom episode, it's one that already happened. IAN: [chuckles] KYLE: But, y'know... [chuckles]

----- TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It's just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don't like an answer, you don't have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It's all just for fun! ----- Everyone thank @pedanticat for reminding me of this question! Do you want a specific question transcribed and posted? Send the question and the episode date to my ask box! Or if you just want questions about a certain character, send me their name and I will see what I can do!

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

💄 Anomalous: Chapter Fourteen

Anomalous: You are attending a make-up artist convention in London, England for your work as a MUA yourself. Little do you expect to meet a handsome stranger at a bar, proceed to ditch your friends with him, have a one-night stand, and then flee because you are late for a convention event. Unbeknownst to you, that will not be the last time you see that handsome stranger, and now that you think about it… you really should have gotten his number. 

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, You Get to Have Sex w/ Tom Dressed as Dream, Unprotected Sex (Reader is on the Shot).

To Note: Tom Sturridge x MUAFem!Reader, Respect The Actor! (This is Fiction), Reader has long hair for reasons, You can thank @pinksirensong for this lovely mini series.

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You stand just off-set, arms crossed, watching Tom in the final scenes of "The Sandman" season two. The soundstage buzzes with the usual controlled chaos of a film set, but your attention remains fixed on him. He's dressed as Dream, his ethereal costume capturing the studio lights in a way that makes him seem otherworldly. You can see the intensity in his eyes as he delivers his lines, the depth of emotion that has made his portrayal so compelling.

As he moves through the scene, you feel a pang of sadness tugging at your heart. This job, this experience—it's been more than just work for you. It's been a whirlwind of creativity and connection, laughter and late nights, all of it intertwined with your growing relationship with Tom.

You glance around at the crew, familiar faces you've come to know and care about over these past months. They bustle about with their own tasks, some unaware that this is your last day on set. You draw a deep breath, trying to keep the wave of emotions at bay.

"Alright, everyone," Neil's voice cuts through the noise, signaling the end of another take. "Let's reset for one more."

Tom steps away from his mark, his gaze searching the room until it lands on you. He offers a small smile, one that carries a mixture of triumph and something softer—something meant just for you. You return it with a nod, feeling your chest tighten with emotion.

"Hey," comes a voice beside you. You turn to see Mason approaching, their makeup still fresh from your earlier touch-ups.

"Hey," you reply, managing a smile.

"You doing okay?" they ask, concern evident in their eyes.

You shrug lightly. "Yeah, just... it's weird knowing this is my last day."

Mason nods in understanding. "You'll be missed around here," they say genuinely. "But hey, you've made quite an impression."

You chuckle softly. "Thanks."

The call for silence goes out as the scene resets. You focus back on Tom as he resumes his place under the lights. His dedication is mesmerizing; every gesture and word is delivered with such conviction that it's hard not to get lost in his performance.

"Hey, we need you over here," one of the PAs calls, pulling you out of your reverie.

You glance back at Tom one last time before making your way over to where Agnes and Simoné are huddled with the rest of the makeup and costume crew. The air hums with a mix of excitement and nostalgia as everyone discusses their plans for after the show wraps.

Agnes spots you first. "There she is! We were just talking about you."

Simoné grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, we were wondering if you'd finally made up your mind about... you know."

You nod, your heart pounding a little faster. This decision has been weighing on you for weeks, and now it feels like the right moment to share it. You glance over your shoulder toward Tom, who's deep in conversation with Neil. His laughter rings out across the set, a sound you've come to cherish.

"Yes," you say firmly, turning back to face Agnes and Simoné. "I've made my decision."

Agnes raises an eyebrow, clearly curious but respectful enough not to press further in this public setting. Simoné nudges her with a playful grin. "Well, don't keep us in suspense forever."

"I submitted the paperwork," you tell them earning yourself a bunch of soft squeals. "Don't squeal yet, I don't know what will happen. In the mean time, I will see you later. I need to clear my mind. " They give you pouts, but nod in understanding.

You slip away from the group, your heart still heavy with the weight of your decision. The familiar path to Tom's dressing room feels almost surreal today, every step echoing louder than usual in the quiet corridors. You push open the door and step inside, the scent of his cologne instantly enveloping you. It's a comforting presence, one that momentarily eases the knot in your chest.

The room is a mess—scattered scripts, makeup supplies, and costume pieces strewn about. It'd been a scramble to stay on schedule. You set to work, picking up items and putting them back in their places. It's a mindless task, but it gives you something to focus on other than the looming end of this chapter.

You start with the scripts, stacking them neatly on the table. Then you move on to the makeup supplies, carefully organizing brushes and palettes into their proper containers. As you work, your thoughts drift back to all the moments you've shared with Tom in this very room—the laughter, the quiet conversations, the stolen kisses.

The sound of footsteps approaching snaps you out of your reverie. You look up just as Tom enters, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you fussing over his things.

"Hey," he says softly, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing?"

You straighten up, feeling a little self-conscious. "Just... tidying up," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. Tom blinks at you, not believing that you were 'just tidying up'. He knew you, he knew what you were thinking.

You wipe your hands on your jeans, offering Tom a small smile. "I needed something to do," you confess, the weight of your decision pressing down on you once again.

Tom crosses the room in a few strides, his presence filling the space between you. "Talk to me," he urges, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice to convey the jumble of emotions currently warring within you. You didn't know the results of your paper work yet, and you refused to give yourself false hope. Instead, you reach for the edge of his cloak, your fingers brushing against the fabric as you attempt to pick away nonexistent lint.

"Leave it," Tom commands gently, his hand capturing yours. He brings your knuckles to his lips, the warmth of his breath seeping into your skin.

You look up at him, your eyes locking with his. There's a storm brewing in those blue depths—a mixture of desire and concern that mirrors your own feelings.

"Tom..." you start, but he silences you with a soft kiss. It's a sweet, fleeting touch that leaves you yearning for more.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs against your lips, his hands sliding down your arms to grip your waist.

Before you can protest, he's lifting you onto the edge of the dressing table, his body pressing between your legs. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging gently until your head tilts back, exposing the column of your throat. He trails kisses along your jawline, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he sucks it into his mouth. A soft moan escapes you as you feel the pull all the way down to your cunt.

"Tom," you moan, shivering from the touch of his lips. "We are in your dressing room!"

His lips curve into a mischievous smile against your skin. "I know," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it?" Your back stiffens the moment his natural voice shifts into the rich timbre of Dream of the Endless.

Tom's lips never cease their exploration of your skin, each kiss a brand that sears through your reservations. You can feel the vibrations of his voice as he whispers to you in that otherworldly tone, a voice that belongs to a realm far beyond the confines of this dressing room. It's a voice that promises wonders and wickedness in equal measure, and it sends shivers cascading down your spine.

His fingers deftly undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing the expanse of your chest. He pauses to appreciate the view, a hungry look in his eyes that makes you feel worshiped and wanton all at once. His touch is reverent as he traces the contours of your body, fingers skimming over your breasts, teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

The sound of your zipper being lowered fills the room, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. Tom's hand slips beneath the waistband of your jeans, delving into the heat between your legs. You press your hand over your lips to muffle the moan that you releases the moment Tom's fingers brush against your folds. His fingers find your center, slick and ready, and he lets out a low growl of approval that rumbles through you.

As he begins to stroke you with deliberate, maddening slowness, his voice continues its soft assault on your senses. The words he speaks are laced with the power and timbre of Dream, each syllable a caress that seems to echo in the very marrow of your bones. You can't help but arch into his touch, seeking more of the delicious friction he provides.

"Tom," you breathe through your parted fingers covering your mouth, feeling pleasure trickle down your thighs all the way to your toes. The biting smirk at the edges of his mouth indicate that he was basking in your twitches.

His fingers curl inside you, pressing against that sweet spot that sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body. You grip the edge of the dressing table, your knuckles turning white as you struggle to keep your moans from escaping into the corridor outside. But Tom is relentless, his touch skillful and unyielding, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The combination of his voice and his touch is intoxicating, a mix that blurs the line between reality and fantasy. You find yourself teetering on the precipice, every nerve in your body screaming for release. And just when you think you can't take any more, Tom's teeth graze your throat, and he sucks hard, marking you as his own.

The sensation sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave as you bite down on your lip. Your vision whites out, and all you can hear is the roaring of blood in your ears and Tom's voice, a constant presence guiding you through the hurricane of pleasure.

As the aftershocks subside, you sag against the table, your body boneless and sated. Tom withdraws his hand from your underwear, but not before giving you one last, lingering stroke that makes you shudder with delight. He presses a gentle kiss to the mark he's left on your neck, pleased by the mark already forming.

You're still trying to catch your breath when you feel Tom's fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. You lift your hips just enough to allow him to tug them down, the fabric catching on your thighs as he exposes you to the cool air of the dressing room. His movements are swift, sure—no hesitation in the way he reveals the most intimate part of you to his hungry gaze.

Your eyes drift shut as you feel the heat of his body withdraw for a moment, only to return as he frees his own cock from the confines of his jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering is a harsh, metallic rasp in the otherwise quiet room, a stark contrast to the soft, wet sounds that still echo from your recent climax.

Tom's hand wraps around his length, stroking himself as he looks down at you. His cock is hard and thick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight, your body instinctively preparing itself for what's to come. This is such a bad idea but you didn't want to stop.

He steps closer, the head of his cock nudging against your throbbing. You're still so sensitive from your orgasm that the contact alone makes you gasp and eyes flutter. Tom's other hand grips your hip, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place.

With one swift thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a slight pleasurable sting as your body stretches to accommodate him. You cling to him, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as he sets a rhythm that is both punishing and perfect. Each stroke of his cock hits just the right spot, sending jolts of electricity through your body. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by your ragged breathing and the occasional moan that you're unable to suppress.

Tom's lips crash against yours in a fierce, demanding kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue delves into your mouth, mirroring the thrusts of his hips as he claims you in every possible way. You can feel another orgasm building within you, your muscles clenching around him as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. You're teetering on the brink, every nerve in your body screaming for release.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Tom's hand slips between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, your inner walls convulsing around his cock. The sensation is too much for Tom to resist, and with a final, powerful thrust, he follows you into bliss, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his seed. You gasp at the warmth filling you and your eyelashes flutter.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you trace a path up Tom's neck, his skin warm and flushed beneath your touch. You cradle his face, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. His eyes flutter closed at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as you pull him down for another kiss.

His lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, each brush of his mouth a silent promise of what's to come. You lose yourself in the sensation, in the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against yours.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless. Tom gazes down at you, his blue eyes filled with an affection that takes your breath away. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a gentleness that melts your heart.

Tom's thumb traces the line of your jaw, his touch gentle but insistent. He looks at you with those intense blue eyes that always seem to see right through you.

"I don't want you to go," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion.

You swallow hard, your heart aching at the sincerity in his words. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the desperation that mirrors your own feelings. For a moment, you struggle to find the right words, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"I..." You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "I applied for an extended visa."

Tom's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of hope igniting in their depths. His grip on your waist tightens slightly as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

"An extended visa?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Does that mean...?"

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yes. It means I can stay longer—much longer. If it goes through that is…"

The relief on Tom's face is palpable. He pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, matching your own. Not to mention his seed seeping from your cunt. You'd take care of that later…

"Thank God," he murmurs against your skin. "I didn't want to lose you again."

You hold him close, savoring the warmth and comfort of his embrace. The decision to apply for the extended visa hadn't been easy, but standing here with Tom, it feels like the right one. He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes again. There's a mixture of relief and joy on his face that makes your heart swell.

"When did you apply?" he asks softly.

"A few weeks ago," you admit. "I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure, but… we'll get to that when we get to that."

Tom's arms remain wrapped around you, the warmth of his body lulling you into a state of utter bliss. You savor the feeling, your heart racing with a mix of relief and excitement. You rest your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you take in the reality of your decision.

"I wanted to surprise you," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Tom's smile widens, his eyes lighting up with joy. "Well, you certainly did," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I can't believe you're staying."

You chuckle softly, the sound easing some of the tension that had built up inside you. "Neither can I," you admit. "But it feels right, being here with you."

Tom's fingers trail down your back, sending shivers along your spine. He gazes at you with such intensity that it makes your knees weak. "I'm so glad you made this choice," he says earnestly. "We have so much to look forward to."

"Yes I think we do," You agree before your smile widens, "But first, you need to help clean me up," you shift your hips against his while raising your eyebrows. The evidence of said mess smearing against your thighs.

"Do I?" Tom speaks as his eyes darken with mischief at your request, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I suppose that's the least I can do," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans. "A delicious treat to end the shooting season."

It is then that you realized that he intended to clean you up with his mouth.

Tom's fingers trail down your thighs, his touch leaving a path of fire in its wake. You can't help but whimper when his cock slides free of your cunt, and even gasp as fingers further tug on your jeans and underwear. He kneels before you, eyes dark with hunger and intent. You brace yourself against the dressing table, your breath hitching as he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. The warmth of his breath sends shivers cascading through you, and you feel your legs quiver.

His hands gently part your thighs wider, and he leans in closer. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, moving higher with each kiss. The anticipation builds inside you and makes it nearly impossible to think straight.

When his mouth finally reaches your cunt a gasp escapes your lips. His tongue darts out to taste you, and the sensation is electric. You can feel every stroke of his tongue as he cleans you up with meticulous care. It's both tender and erotic, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Tom," you moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. Your hips move involuntarily against his mouth, seeking more of the delicious friction he's providing.

He hums against you, the vibration adding an extra layer of sensation that makes you shudder. His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he continues his sweet torture. Each lick and suckle is deliberate, designed to drive you wild with need.

Your breathing becomes ragged as he works you over with his mouth, the pressure building once again within you. You can feel another orgasm approaching, this one more intense than the last. The room seems to fade away as you're consumed by the sensations he's eliciting from your body.

"Tom," you gasp again, your voice trembling with need. "Please…"

He looks up at you through hooded eyes, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he continues to pleasure you. His tongue flicks over your clit with precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

The pressure builds to an unbearable peak, and with one final flick of his tongue, you're sent spiraling over the edge once more. Your body convulses with pleasure as another orgasm rips through you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Tom doesn't stop until he's sure you've ridden out every last wave of pleasure. Only then does he pull back slightly, his lips glistening with evidence of his handiwork. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh before standing up and pulling you into his arms.

You sag against him, completely spent but utterly content. Tom holds you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he murmurs soothing words against your skin.

"We should get cleaned up for real this time," he says softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You nod weakly but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "Yeah… we really should."

Date Published: 9/8/24

Last Edit: 9/8/24

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[vieraslaji]

Hello fellow Finnish learners!

I've been meaning to put this post together for weeks and I kept thinking it wasn't ready, but now I've decided to just keep updating it after I post so here it is, in its unfinished form:

While I do enjoy Käärijä's music and I think it's a great way to learn vocabulary, I have difficulty with auditory processing and sometimes I can't understand rap even in my native language. Also, as someone living very far away from Finland, listening and speaking are the hardest things for me to practice.

So! Here's some random assorted Finnish media that I think are nice listening practice and also (most importantly) not Peppa Pig. I cannot professionally vouch for any of these as a learning tool; all I can say is that I've watched/listened to/read them and I feel like maybe I learned something.

MUSIC

Katri Ylander (check out Pandat, Älä kysy miks, Sano mulle jotain kaunista, Kyselen) - she has a pretty low vocal range, which is great for understanding, and she has a lot of repetitive choruses

Ollie (check out Ainakin mä rakastin, Aavikolla, Älä riko mua enää) - we've got kind of a downtempo sadboy thing going on here, which is excellent for our learning purposes

Mikko Harju (check out Meidän puolella, Oon nähnyt unta, Mä olen tässä, Sinä riittää) - there tend to be clear breaks between words in his songs and he uses less puhekieli than a lot of artists

Younghearted (check out Kuljetaan, Tässä ja nyt, Sun numero) - literally I just like them idk

Antti Tuisku - Koti - I wouldn't put Antti Tuisku as an artist in general on this list, but Koti basically feels like an Ollie song

YOUTUBE

KatChats - great educational content for all learner levels, speaks very slowly and uses very little puhekieli. I also think she has a facebook and/or discord community?

Nedde - mostly a Sims and Sims-esque gaming channel, which is great for vocab building and comprehension because she narrates what she's doing onscreen

T I N K E - lots of life vlogs and sims videos; I think she speaks really clearly and understandably

Herbalisti - he speaks a lot faster and more colloquially, but his minecraft and random-pelit videos are good for the same reasons as Sims videos. also he has a really cute cat

Aleksi Rantamaa - specifically his TLDR LIVE videos are easiest to understand because he's talking to chat so he repeats himself a lot and takes a lot of pauses between his sentences

PODCASTS

Opi Suomea! - hasn't been updated in a long time but it's great listening and vocab practice about everyday topics

Soturikissat Kastepilven kanssa - I am about to make another post about this whole phenomenon but just trust me on this one

Miksei kukaan kertonut? - the host speaks very understandably and, way more importantly, her guests always have decent microphones

NETFLIX (it's what I have sorry)

Julie and the Phantoms - it's honestly very well done for a teen drama and the music is stupidly catchy

Zero Chill - another netflix teen drama; I liked it less than julie and the phantoms but it's fine

Heartstopper - don't lie to me, you're on tumblr. you've heard of heartstopper.

Carmen Sandiego - genuinely super engaging as far as kid's shows go; it reminds me of the educational cartoons I watched as a kid

The Dragon Prince - literally by the creators of ATLA, you don't need my elevator pitch for it

[slashingdisneypasta]

I’m going crazy about the last Jafar story. When you think about his staff he basically has full control about anybody! Like with that amount of gaslighting he can just easily insert himself into your life and you wouldn’t be any the wiser.

And in the worst way too. Jafar can just be like „we’ve always shared a bed“ or „we always bathe together“ and more awful stuff like that and you just can’t prove him wrong at all. Your gut is telling you NO and you’re just not sure why? Because you can’t remember Jafar ever doing you wrong because he’s messed up your head so very bad

EXACTLY. And he absolutely would.

Ahhhh, anon you're really making me wanna write some darkkkk stuff for Jafar now XD The possibilities here... mua ha ha

Warnings for; non con, gas lighting, virginity and hypnosis mentions.

My dear we've been planning this wedding for months, now!

Oh? That charlatan? Don't worry about that man, he's not your betrothed, you know I am~ Now, I'll go deal with him for you. I promise, you'll never see him again, I'll take care of it~~

Trust me pussycat, you love it when I do this with my fingers~... Hold still~

We always kiss goodnight, dear.

You always tell me that you love me so much~

Oh don't worry dear, go ahead and get changed right there, I've never peaked before and I wont start now. I swear~

Tell me again my dear~ How wonderful I am~

No. You do not leave the palace on your own. You always take me with you and I, do not want to go. Maybe another time. (Or never)

No, you do not speak to other men.

You love these clothes! You chose them yourself, and I was gracious enough to buy them for you~ You wouldn't want to appear ungrateful, would you?

No my dear, we have done this before. Don't you remember?? You're not a virgin. This shouldn't be an issue~ I promise, it wont hurt one bit.

[angelsaxis]

Women didn't fight for the right to just ~do what they want~, they fought for the right to work and they fought for independence from men and they fought for political, social, and economic liberation. I don't think any woman "wanted" to work for 12 hours in a shitty factory for pennies a day any more than people today "want" to get a high-risk surgery with a grueling recovery process, or any more than I "want" to make all the phone calls I need to schedule doctors appointments and then pay for them with my shitty insurance.

But both people (and myself) see that the end goal is not the means by which we attain the liberation, it's what the means can do for us. Women who worked shit jobs might still have been able to leave a terrible husband or escape a marriage or not succumb to forced heterosexual lifestyles. They wouldn't have been dependent on a man. People who fight for the risky surgery want to live. I go through the mind numbing and annoying process of scheduling appointments and dealing with insurance because I want to be healthy, and if I'm healthy I can do more than if I'm sick.

Something happened at some point where choice feminism won out (is winning out? Idk at this point) and now so-called feminists look back at our history and truly believe that women fought to work in the Triangle Waist Factory bc they wanted to work in a place like that, and they fought to work in grueling conditions, and they Fought to make their lives worse for themselves, and not that they fought for independence through the most obvious and likely means of attaining it. Basically if liberation could be achieved through training dogs and fish in a Doggy Fish Circus you'd see a wave of women fighting to get their own labradors and mackerels.

And those women who worked in the terrible conditions at the factories were still fighting for liberation from the intersection of capitalism and misogyny (worse pay, worse treatment and less options, sexual assault and harassment from bosses and male coworkers). Getting the job was not enough, it has to be a good job.

Which is why choice feminism is stupid. It's treating the means as an ends. The super feminine hypergamy tradwife women don't want to just be SAHMs with husbands that pay for everything for them. They want to uphold cisheteropatriarchy, and they believe they will be rewarded handsomely for it if they do. The plastic surgeons and MUAs and influencers convincing young women and girls to do such and such procedure or buy whatever product aren't just telling them to do that for its own sake. Under the guide of feminism, they're saying this is your choice, and because it's your choice it's automatically feminist (liberatory). What they're really doing is upholding cisheteropatriarchy. Theyre making patriarchy comfortable so you're less likely to tear the system down. They do not want patriarchy torn apart. That would require fundamental, material changes to the system they support and hope to benefit from.

Someone who's smarter than me can probably phrase this better but this is how all choice feminism and a lot of misogyny in general works. Why change the system when you can "reform" it and fundamentally change nothing at all?

[v171]

I've been watching episodes of the 3 body problem on Netflix, and I can't get over their casting decision for Auggie. Now don't come for me, obviously smart people can be and are beautiful, but that actress has such an instagram tailored face, it's just so obvious that she is a celebrity. I simply cannot suspend my disbelief that she's a renowned physics PhD. Every other person in her friendship cohort (all equally renowned physicists) have such standard casting, they look like totally normal people but this woman (Eiza González) with her high cheekbones, razor sharp jawline, stylish french bob, and perfectly plump lips. I can't see her as anything other than an influencer. And again let me be clear, I'm not saying that she can't reasonably portray a scientist because she's beautiful or that she's a bad actress, but rather that her specific aesthetic of beauty is so intensely tied to the modern day. She looks exactly like the dozens of nameless tiktok MUA influencers that you see pop up from time to time. And I don't even know that this is really about her looks more than it is decisions in the makeup/clothing/design teams for the show. They could have made her look like an every day academic like they did the others in the show, but they for some reason just leaned into this totally snatched, flawless styling for this one character, I find it so strange.

It reminds me of the discussion that came out around that time that photo of that actress from The Boys was circulating about how it is becoming harder to make period piece movies because actors all have "smartphone face". But the fact that in 3 body problem every other casting/styling decision seems completely consistent aside from this one character, it pulls me out of the show every time she comes on screen. I mean look at some of these characters:

And now look at Auggie.

[destinyc1020]

Confession Sunday

I am disappointed in Z's hair during this presstour, It feels like they don't know what to do with it. Since she cut her hair, it is no longer a wow factor.

I miss her long curls. Hopefully the last premiere will wow us!

Hey Anon, thanks for your confession 🥰

Wow... you haven't liked Z's hair at ALL during this press tour?

Hmm.... While I wasn't a fan of the gelled slick willy look at the Paris premiere (with the worm dress lol), I very much liked her hair in the Paris photo call, the London premiere, and the S Korea photo call! 😊

Let's just say, I've liked her hair more often than NOT lol.

I hate to say it, but sometimes, woc in the industry will tell you that it's a little more challenging to find ppl who actually know how to style African American (or biracial) hair. Thankfully, Z has a great team of black stylist's and MUA in her circle so she's able to work with talented Black artists.

I just assume that everything Z wears is smthg that she (at least, at the TIME) personally liked, and wanted to wear and look like. She's very hands on, so I doubt she'd be wearing anything or having her hair styled in a way that she personally didn't like. When you DON'T like the way you look, your confidence can go down, especially if you need to be on a red carpet in front of millions of ppl taking hundreds of photos.

So, while some fans might not always like her looks (dress, hair, or otherwise), at this point, I just assume that she personally likes it! 😊 I'm sure her ppl wouldn't have her out there in smthg she personally didn't like.

While I love Z's long hair, I've been loving her short bob also! It gives her a more sophisticated look, and I REALLY loved this look in Korea! 😁👇🏾

Even this was nice imo....