#and to answer the header- yes. all of the above

[sehtoast]

i will NEVER get over his choice of underoos

and the fact they're color coordinated with his suit?????? certified pookie behavior

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sharing is Caring » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Ari Levinson

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader, Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky shares you with Ari.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, blowjob, unprotected sex, threesome, Sergeant kink, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink, slight degradation, name calling (slut) (once), pet names

A/N: Thank you for the filthy request, nonnie🩵 also, my apologies for answering it like this. I don’t know why Tumblr won’t let me answer it with the ask attached.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

MINOR DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You brought up the idea of wanting to have a threesome to Bucky. Little did you know that Bucky already had something in mind for you. He called your friend Ari, asking him if he wants to join you two. Ari accepted the invitation to join you guys. Which is what you three are doing right now.

You’re currently laying on your back with your head hanging off the side of the bed. Bucky is fucking your pussy while Ari is fucking your mouth. You’re not sure how long you three have been going at it. All you know is that you’re loving what’s happening right now.

The air in the bedroom felt thick. The ceiling fan above you guys did nothing. The bedroom smelled like sex. The only sounds you heard were moans and squelching as Bucky thrusted his cock in and out of your pussy.

“You gotta let me feel her pussy, man.” Ari says to Bucky.

“I said you can use her throat as you please. Her pussy is mine.” Bucky says.

Both men look down at you, watching your breast bounce each time they thrusted into you. Your skin is wet with a sheen of sweat. The image they’re seeing right now is filthy and they fucking love it.

“Are you enjoying yourself, doll face?” Bucky asks.

You hummed in response around Ari’s cock.

“You can’t answer with a full mouth, can you, baby?” Ari coos down at you.

You whined around his cock in response. Ari smirks when he sees a bulge in your throat from his cock. He wraps his hand around your throat, not choking you. Only to feel the bulge in your throat. You absentmindedly reached a hand down to rub your clit, but Bucky swatted it away.

“What did I say earlier, doll?” Bucky asks.

Ari took his cock out of your mouth long enough for you to answer your boyfriend. You lifted your head to look at Bucky.

“Not to touch myself.” You say.

“Then be a good girl and don’t do that.” He says.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You replied submissively.

Ari put a hand on your forehead and pushed your head back down so it was hanging off the side of the bed again. He tapped his cock against your lips. You submissively opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

“Good girl.” Ari praises as he put his cock back in your mouth.

The cock bulge reappears in your throat as Ari thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth. Bucky, on the other hand, was breeding you real good. His cock fucked your cum filled pussy.

“Would you look at that.” Bucky says as he looks down at your pussy.

If you’re being honest, you didn’t know if Bucky was talking to you, Ari, or himself.

“You’re going to be so well bred, aren’t you, doll?” Bucky says.

Now you know he’s talking to you that time. You tried your best to nod as Ari fucked your mouth.

You could feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge once again. You lost count with how many times you came. What you do know is that you can feel how wet your inner thighs are from one orgasm ago.

“You gonna cum again, gorgeous?” Bucky asks. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock.” He says.

You moaned around Ari’s cock in response.

“You wanna cum, babydoll?” He coos.

You nodded your head the best you could.

“What do you think, Ari? Should we let her cum again?” Bucky asks Ari.

“Let her cum.” Ari says.

“You heard him, doll face. Cum for us.” Bucky says.

Bucky’s fingers rubbed your clit, bring you even closer to the edge till you finally came again, soaking your boyfriend’s cock, thighs, and lower abdomen.

“There you go. Good girl.” Bucky praises.

Now that you’ve came once again, Bucky and Ari used you for their pleasure so they can cum too. Bucky pressed his hand against your stomach, feeling the small bulge every time he thrusted into you while Ari grabs onto one of your breasts, holding onto it. Ari thrusted his cock more in your mouth, making you gag when it entered your throat. You knew both of them were about to cum from how sloppy their thrusts became. Then they came once again. Bucky coming in your pussy and Ari coming in your mouth. Both of them pulled out of you and looked down at you.

“You good, babydoll?” Bucky asks, patting the side of your thigh.

You gave your boyfriend a thumbs up as you caught your breath. Bucky and Ari exchanged looks, smirking at each other and nodded. They let you catch your breath for a moment before initiating anything.

“Are you up for another round, baby?” Ari asks.

“Yes I am.” You replied and nodded.

“Be a good girl and get on all fours for us.” Bucky orders softly.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You replied submissively.

You rolled over onto your stomach and got on your hands and knees. Your legs felt like jelly from how intense your orgasms were, but you mustered up enough strength to hold yourself up. Bucky repositioned himself behind you, trapping your legs between his legs. A shiver went through your body when Bucky rubbed his cum covered cock against your cum covered pussy. Ari put his hand under your chin, gently cupping your jaw tilted your head up enough for you to make eye contact with him. His thumb traced your bottom lip. You parted your lips enough for him to put his thumb in your mouth. You sucked on his thumb like you did with his cock a moment ago. You still had that same innocent look in your eyes from when the three of you started.

“God damn. You got yourself a little slut, Bucky.” Ari says.

“That’s what I’ve been telling you.” Bucky smirks. “Isn’t that right, babydoll?” He says, patting your ass cheek.

You hummed seductively in response. Ari took his thumb out of your mouth. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue without being told to, ready for him to put his cock back in your mouth.

“Good girl.” Ari praises softly.

At the same time, Bucky and Ari put their cocks back inside of you. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the feeling. Their thrusts weren’t exactly at the same rhythm, but it still felt good.

“Eyes on me, baby girl.” Ari orders softly.

Your eyes flickered up to look at him. Your eyes watered each time Ari’s cock fucked your throat and even the tip of his cock just grazing your throat. The bedroom was still filled with skin slapping, the sound of you gagging on Ari’s cock a little bit, and the squelching sound of Bucky’s cock fucking his cum deep in your pussy.

“You look so pretty like this, doll.” Bucky vibranium hand rubbed along your spine, stopping on the middle of your back. “You like being used for our pleasure, don’t you, gorgeous?” He says.

You tried your best to nod your head as Ari fucked your mouth. Drool seeped out of your mouth as Ari fucked your mouth. Saliva rolled down your chin and got on your chest and breasts.

Bucky reached his hand around to your front, blindly finding your clit with ease and started to play with it. He pinched your clit, making you squeak around Ari’s cock. Your pussy squeezed around Bucky’s cock when he did that.

“I can feel you squeezing my cock, doll. Does that feel good?” Bucky says.

You nodded again. Bucky continued to play with your clit. He mostly rubbed it in a circular motion and pinched it from time to time. He loves to play with your clit.

“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you, baby?” Ari says, cupping your jaw.

You looked up at him. The look in your eyes says it all. You had an innocent look in your eyes. Ari put his hand on the back of your head, holding it still as he fucked your mouth. Meanwhile, Bucky was making you fall apart just by him playing with your clit. He rubbed it in different motions, knowing how much you love it when he does that. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. Bucky could sense it too.

“Feels like she’s gonna cum again.” Bucky says.

You moaned in response like you were trying to tell him that you were about to cum once again.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” Ari asks.

You hummed around Ari’s cock as a yes.

“Then be a good girl and cum for us again, babydoll.” Bucky says.

Bucky rubbed your clit fast enough to make you cum once again. You’re pretty sure you came harder than you did the last time you came. Shortly after you came, Bucky and Ari used you for their pleasure and focused on their own orgasms, which you’re completely fine with.

“You’re such a good girl for us, babydoll.” Bucky praises, patting your ass cheek.

You moaned in response. Even though you came, Bucky continues to play with your clit. A low moan left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you. A low moan also left Ari’s lips as he came in your mouth. Both of them stopped thrusting, leaving their cocks inside of you for a few seconds before pulling out of you. Your sweaty and spent body fell against the bed. Bucky and Ari looked down at you, proud smirks plastered on their faces. Bucky laid down next to you while Ari got dressed.

“This was fun. We should do it again sometime.” Ari says.

“I’d love that.” You grinned.

Ari leaned over you and gave you a kiss on your lips before leaving.

“Did you enjoy yourself, doll?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You smiled at your boyfriend. “I love you, babe.” You say softly, kissing him softly.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He almost whispers, kissing you back.

-Bucky’s Doll

[kxsagi]

“𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫”

a/n: all those aki edits were driving me to a point and here we are (yes this was inspired by a c.ai bot LEAVE ME ALONEEE) 

i also wanted to write something that wasn’t a request because it’s been a while 😩

note: i do not condone smoking or littering. 

(header art credits go to ndsoda)

the sky is painted in deep, bleeding hues, indigo melting into navy, streaked with the last traces of violet from the sun’s slow departure. it’s blue hour. the city below is a sea of fractured light, neon signs and headlights flickering like stars scattered across the asphalt. 

the faint hum of traffic drifts up from the streets, muffled by distance. from aki’s apartment balcony, the world feels quiet. removed. like you’re watching it through frosted glass. 

it’s cold. the kind of winter cold that clings to your skin, slipping beneath the wool of your coat and biting softly at the tips of your fingers. your breath rises faintly in the air, turning to pale mist. 

aki leans against the balcony railing, sleeves slightly pushed up despite the chill. the fabric of his black coat brushes against your arm, the wool rough but warm. he’s still wearing his formal work clothes beneath it, dark slacks and a white button-up, faintly wrinkled from the day. his tie is loosened just slightly, the top button undone. 

he lifts a cigarette to his lips with one hand, shielding the flame with the other as he lights it. the tip glows amber, briefly illuminating the faint redness in his knuckles from the cold. 

he takes a slow drag, the embers crackling softly in the quiet. his fingers are trembling faintly when he exhales, but he doesn’t say anything about it. just hands you the cigarette, letting the material brush against your fingers. 

you take it without a word. the paper is slightly damp from his lips, still warm. you bring it to your mouth, inhaling slowly, the burn sharp against your lungs. 

neither of you speak. you simply stand there, side by side, coats brushing together softly in the wind, sharing a cigarette while the city quietly breathes beneath you. 

aki’s eyes are fixed on the skyline. the blue hour light casts a soft glow over his face – the sharp cut of his jaw, the faint crease between his brows. there’s a stillness to him tonight. not the usual calm he carries with him, but something heavier. more brittle. 

and then he speaks. 

"wanna run away together?"

his voice is low, rough around the edges, barely louder than the wind that cuts through the narrow gap between the buildings. the words are so casual, so offhanded, that for a second you almost think you misheard him. 

you glance over at him, the cigarette dangling loosely from your fingers. "you getting sentimental on me, aki?" you tease softly, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. 

but he doesn’t look at you. doesn’t even blink. 

he exhales slowly through his nose, eyes still fixed on the skyline, cigarette trembling slightly between his fingers. 

"i mean it." 

his voice is quieter this time, barely above a whisper. 

your smile slips slightly. the smoke lingers faintly between you, curling in the cold air. when you glance at him again, you notice the tightness in his jaw. the way his throat bobs slightly when he swallows. 

"yeah?" you ask evenly, keeping your voice composed. your eyes stay steady, calm. "where to?" 

for a moment, he doesn’t answer. he brings the cigarette back to his lips, but his hand shakes just slightly when he takes another drag. 

"doesn’t matter, whether it’s france or switzerland," he mutters after a beat. his voice is hoarse, barely louder than the faint buzz of the city below. "just… somewhere far away. where no one knows us. where we can –" 

he stops himself, inhaling sharply through his nose. his fingers tighten slightly around the cigarette. 

"where we can what?" you ask softly. your voice is steady, but you keep it low, careful not to let it slip through the cracks in his. 

he exhales slowly, but the breath is shaky when it leaves him. 

"be something else," he murmurs at last, the words slipping out hoarse and brittle, barely louder than the wind. 

his grip around the cigarette weakens slightly, and when he passes it back to you, you can feel the faint tremor in his fingers. you take it without a word, bringing it to your lips. 

there’s a brief stretch of silence, just the two of you standing there, smoke curling softly between your faces, coats brushing faintly as the wind cuts through. 

then quietly, you say, "you know it won’t matter, right?" your voice is steady, but the weight behind it makes the words feel heavier than they should. 

he exhales sharply through his nose, the corner of his mouth tugging slightly into something that isn’t quite a smile. 

"i know." 

of course he knows. you both do. there’s no running away. not from this. not from the ticking clocks carved into your skin by devils with crooked smiles and indestructible contracts. 

your time is slipping through the cracks in your fingers, no matter how tightly you try to hold on. you can feel it every time you step outside, every time you come back with blood on your hands that isn’t yours. 

there’s no escaping it. just delayed endings. 

"but still," he adds softly, voice barely louder than a breath. "i think about it sometimes." 

his eyes are heavy when he glances at you, the cigarette smoldering faintly between your fingers. 

"you?" he asks, quieter this time. 

you meet his gaze calmly, unflinching. the smoke lingers faintly between you, but neither of you move away. 

"yeah," you murmur. your voice is steady, almost casual, as you take another drag from the cigarette. the paper crackles faintly, embers dimming slightly in the winter wind. "all the time." 

his lips twitch slightly at that, just barely. it’s not a smile. more like the ghost of one. faint. tired. 

without a word, you hold the cigarette out to him. he doesn’t take it right away. just watches the way your fingers shake faintly from the cold, from the weight of it all. then he leans in slightly, close enough that his lips brush against your knuckles as he takes the cigarette from you. 

he doesn’t lean back. not all the way. he stays close, his breath warm against your skin, his forehead nearly brushing yours. 

"stay," he murmurs softly. the word catches faintly in his throat, brittle and frayed at the edges. 

there’s no hesitation when you reach for him. your fingers brush against the back of his neck, warm against the cold skin there, and you gently tug him closer. 

"i’m right here, aki," you breathe softly. 

when he kisses you, it’s slow and quiet. not desperate, not rushed. just heavy. tired. his lips are chapped from the cold, tasting faintly of nicotine and something bitter, but the way he holds you makes your chest ache. 

his free hand finds your waist, clumsy and trembling slightly, fingers curling into the fabric of your coat. you feel the faint, uneven shiver of his breath when he exhales against your lips. 

when he pulls back, he doesn’t go far. his forehead stays pressed softly against yours, and his eyes, half-lidded and heavy, stay fixed on you. 

"let’s run away," he whispers, softer this time. it’s not a question anymore. it’s a quiet plea. 

you kiss him again, slow and steady. your hand tightens faintly around the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair, grounding him. 

"okay," you whisper softly, voice barely above the wind. "let’s go." 

and for the first time in a long time, aki hayakawa lets himself imagine the possibility of something else. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[radioisntdead]

This is my first time requesting anything from you so I hope this idea is okay but would you be willing to write something where the reader is Alastor's child (I live for Dad Alastor) and they meet Susan? Maybe they get really attached to her so every time they visit Cannibal Town Alastor has to reluctantly take his kid to see 'Grandma Susan' and be civil around her?

Only if you're up for it though! I love your blog so MUCH and I live for both the platonic Alastor and Susan content you do

-TheAmberFist ♡

Good evening my dear! I did headcanons I hope that's alright, I adore your blog's content as well! I reread your "leave it all on the dance floor" series often! I positively adore how you write Alastor's and the readers friendship! Also thank you so much for requesting this because that gives me an excuse to bring back this header!

Papa Alastor doesn't like Grandma Susan.

Alastor & child reader, Susan & adopted against Alastor's will grandchild reader.

Warnings: Cannibalism also reader is a fawn because deers.

HEADCANON TIMEEEEE

Much like my other Papa Alastor fics, he either picked you up off the streets, or you just straight up followed him home like a stray puppy.

He unwillingly became a father.

I imagine he was talking with your Auntie Rosie and You wandered off to explore Cannibal town!

Despite being in hell, it seems safe enough for children considering there were other children around.

Anywho you stumbled upon a cranky Susan and just immediately started going

"I like your dead rodent scarf!"

"It's a fox, what are you blind?"

Long story short she unwillingly became a grandmother that day because you would NOT LEAVE HER ALONE not that she minded

Alastor has to deal with you whining that you want to see Grandma Susan, dude does NOT want to call her your grandmother, in his eyes you only have one grandmother above that you will unfortunately never meet.

"I wanna see Grandma Susan!"

"She's not your grandmother, why in the devil's name would you want to see her?"

"Because she's my grandma,"

"No she's not."

"yes she is!"

"No."

"Yes!"

Que a repeat of no's and yes until he eventually relents because you are NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER.

I imagine Susan enjoys your company but also uses you to peeve off the embodiment of red-40 that is your parent.

Like Alastor leaves you with her for whatever reason and is just like

"Don't give them any candy, no more then two juice boxes anymore and they get rowdy."

Guess who got a little goodie bag of candies and had a whole box of CapriSuns?

Also I imagine you as a fawn, specifically one of these [no this totally isn't an excuse to show the deer pictures I have saved noooooo]

Susan puts either a bow or bow tie on you, I imagine she breaks into the hotel sometimes when Alastor is out and is just like "I'm taking my grandchild out, fuck off!"

Vaggie tried to stop her once and nearly lost an arm, so far the only ones that are successful in getting Susan to not kidnap you is Angel dust [aka your favorite babysitter] ,Rosie, Alastor himself, for everyone else they have to risk losing limbs, Charlie could probably coax you away from Susan.

They banned her from the hotel, set up security measures.

She keeps getting in they don't know how, they're terrified.

Nothing stops Susan.

Alastor keeps cordial with Susan because he can't do anything to Susan because of Rosie and also because much to his displeasure you are attached to the ornery old bitch.

Alastor wants to take you on a father-child day? Torturing sinners, getting cannibal ice cream, getting souls,

He can't BECAUSE Susan snuck into the hotel and snatched you up!

On the flip side, Susan wants to take you shopping because the modern [1920's-1930's] clothing Alastor dresses you in is horrendous, Her words not mine

But no Alastor literally just picked you up and teleported away, how rude! How dare he keep her from her grandchild?? Ungrateful brat who raised him? [She's lucky Alastor did NOT HEAR THAT, just because he's dead and his ma is in heaven does NOT MEAN HE'S NOT STILL A MAMA'S BOY the good version ]

I imagine as a consequence Susan starts acting like Alastor's parent, like threatening to ground him, telling him to go in the corner and think about what he's done, chastising him for his awful haircut, then grabbing a bowl and scissors.

Alastor hid behind Rosie while Susan and you looked for him because she was definitely planning on giving him a bowl cut.

Good evening folks! Oh how I've missed writing for Susan! I missed our grumpy grandma, I hope you enjoyed this! As per usual thank you for tuning in I hope to see you again soon!

[neopronouns]

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[fruitcoops]

A Princely Gift

Fic O'Ween Day 3: time period? what time period? Character credit goes to @lumosinlove, header is from @noots-fic-fests who is compiling all the fic o'ween submissions from all the fantastic writers! Always a delightful breakfast feed.

Yesterday's Halloween movie: The Thing (1982). Feel free to guess today's if you catch it!

“It won’t last.”

“Shh.

Leo craned his neck up. The fabric of Finn’s trousers scratched pleasantly at his nape, but it was coarse sand compared to the drift of his fingers across Leo’s jaw. “I mean it,” Leo said. “It can’t.”

“You said won’t.”

“Can’t, won’t.” Leo looked back down to his hands. A blade of grass twirled between his index finger and thumb; he discarded it. “Same thing.”

“Not so.”

Leo’s lips pursed in silent disagreement, but Finn’s thumb soothed that, too. “Three days’ ride, if the weather permits. A handful of days here, if no crisis demands your presence.”

By myself, even if this goes through and I’m not tied to anyone else for eternity. Finn’s careful touches came to a halt. The full span of his palm came down to cup the side of Leo’s cheek, and despite the sun (and himself), a tremor rippled through him. “Leo.”

“Hmm?”

By the look on his face, Finn didn’t buy a moment of Leo’s faux innocence. Yet beneath it laid something less playful—too honest for that, too raw, too much spilling over in his curious brown eyes. “Do you want me to stay for the remainder?”

Answering was as easy as breathing. “Yes.”

“And when I go back, to visit when I can?”

“Always.”

“To love and cherish you ‘til—”

Leo hushed him with a hand over his mouth. A smile peered around his pinky finger; a kiss gave bird-wing pressure to the heel of his hand. Leo let himself linger there, the pad of his thumb running the shape of a fawn-colored freckle. “Wait for the altar.”

“Is it to do with your station?” Finn kissed his hand again. “A crown prince, marrying one entire step down. How unbecoming.”

“Hush.”

Pink lips settled on his wrist. “I’m sure we could work something out. Alex has only been courting that princess for…what, eight months? Hardly anything. I’ll overthrow him in a heartbeat, steal the crown. He’s severely neglecting his princely duties to go chasing after her and Lord Winterington-Whatever.”

“Winter.”

“Oh, you know him?” A mischievous grin had Leo biting back a smile. “Is that your preference? Blond and dashing? Shall I grow my hair out and bleach it pale?”

Leo rolled his eyes. “I’d have your head if you did.”

“Poison in my cup is much kinder.”

“Earn my kindness, then.”

“Oh, Leo,” Finn sighed, stretching out alongside him. His auburn head came to rest on Leo’s shoulder. They were too close for propriety. A scandal and an outrage, tenuous betrothal aside, and Leo adored him. He wove a loose lock around his finger. Finn smiled. “When have you ever made me earn it?”

The breeze ran past, fluttering the flags atop the castle and the laces of Leo’s tunic alike. Finn was in blue today. He loved Finn in blue. The sky above flickered with new clouds on every breath.

Leo sighed, long and longing. “I don’t want you to go.”

A pointed nose nudged forward in sympathy. “We have to. Just for a little while.”

“I’m lonely here.”

“It’s not forever.”

“I’ll miss you.” He shouldn’t be saying these things. His golden circlet demanded it; emotion was nothing in the face of a kingdom’s needs. He wanted to stay in this garden forever, where nobody could find them and nothing could hurt them. He didn’t care whether Finn was a prince or a duke or a serf or nothing at all. He wanted him here, he wanted him always, he wanted his knight to come back. “I don’t want to wake up.”

“I know.”

“I’m tired. What have you done to Logan?” The world was going syrup-slow and hazy, and Leo knew his smile looked the same. He felt lazy and warm and heavy on the silken grass.

“Nothing.” Finn’s eyes glittered. “Why, do you think I should?”

Leo tried to glance to the far edge of the garden, but his eyelids refused to budge open. “What was that noise?”

He needed no answer. It was steady footfalls and the clink of a baldric, just around the corner. A polished sword—silver in the light, like his armor—and green eyes, growing closer by the moment.

--

Leo’s lungs filled on a sharp inhale. He was hot and a little sweaty, but not so unbearable he needed to move beds. The castle…the castle? The house. Their bed, Finn’s arm over his waist. Logan shuffled closer with a sleepy noise and pinned Leo’s calf to the bed with one concrete ankle. Their pillow (now shared) dipped beneath new weight. His necklace was body-warm where it fell over Leo’s forearm.

He wanted the castle back. And his crown. Most of all, Finn in a flowy shirt. Leo closed his eyes and drifted away.

[radioimg]

good evening boss i don't know if you're okay with answering these kinds of questions (totally okay if not !!) but could you share how you clipped the floyd card into the gif in koebi's header? thank you so much if you do!❤

good afternoon! wa, sorry this is late you sent this while i was asleep </33 but yes, i love explaining things actually, im always happy to teach. this is pretty easy to do!

first things first, set up your canvas with whatever size youd like, and place the picture you want to "splash" through!

^ im just going to remake my header on koebi lol, so im using floyd!

next, open up the gif you would like to use. the one im using is the very last splash here! the splash needs to be on top of the image you want to show through!

*gifs in photopea come in folders, with each frame present and named '_a_0,50' or '_a_frm0,50' with the 0 being replaced by frame number, and 50 by the time that frame is shown. if they are not labeled like this, they wont animate. gifs work differently in photoshop!

because i wanted the outside to be black, and the splash to be white, i inversed the colors of the gif. to do this, you need to select all of the layers in the gif, it wont work by selecting the folder. you can select them all quickly but clicking on the top frame, holding CTRL, then clicking on the very last frame in the folder, then it should select them all. do CTRL + I or on the top bar, select image -> adjustments -> invert.

now the edges will be black! if you liked them white, skip this step! if youd like to change its color to something not black or white, you can use a gradient map! the left of the gradient map replaces dark colors/black and the right replaces light colors/white

so you can alter your colors to whatever you want! do keep in mind, however, if you make the blacks too light or the whites too dark, the contrast of the gif might not be as good and/or, the blending modes might not apply exactly like you want them to.

if you have an inverted gif, you can change the blending mode to darker color for the white to turn transparent and show your image underneath. the blending modes are the drop down options next to opacity and fill, above the layers panel.

if you want the black to disappear and white to stay, you can use the screen blending mode

then you would end with a gif like this:

if you are trying to overlay a gif with a gradient map coloring, you might need to play around with the blending mode options to find one that fits. a good rule of thumb is that if you want the lighter color to stay, use the lighten modes in blending modes. if you want the darker colors to stay, use the darken modes in blending modes.

^ here's a little chart of the blending modes and their general purposes. taken from this article, which does a decent job at going over them in a brief manner.

once you are satisfied, you can export just like that, or you can drop a psd/coloring of your choice for colors!

AS FOR CLIPPING IN GIFS! its the same way as you would a picture! this time, move your image on top of the gif, and then right click your image then select clipping mask. it should be noted that this only really works if your gif is transparent, like so:

then you would end with a gif like this:

this doesn't necessarily work on gifs that aren't transparent. however, if they are two, different, solid colors, you can use the magic wand tool to get rid of the color you don't want. just be wary that 1. you would have to go through every single frame, one by one, and delete the color in each individual one and also 2. the magic want tool isnt perfect and may leave a rough outline. and if the two colors are too similar or the shape is too abstract, it might not be able to grab very well. you can change the magic wands tolerance to adjust how much of a color it 'grabs'.

i hope all of this helps!! if something didn't make sense at all, let me know, i loove rambling about how to edit lmao.

[figureskatingfanblog]

hey! I am a new figure skating fan and I just need some help! Unlike all the other fans, I have no idea how to identify jumps because I do not skate so it's hard cause they jump really fast nor do I know half of the components cause I can't find any guide to it honestly.

It's also so hard to understand the scoring rules. And I don't know half the figure skaters that are usually being discussed. Can you help me get more information and stuff??

Thanksksksks

Hi, I am SOO sorry for not answering this. I was at work when you sent this, and... forgot. :( I am so sorry.

Identifying jumps takes time, honestly. It took me *years*, and I still have trouble sometimes when they're going so fast. Watching figure skating coverage with commentary helps because the commentators will at least tell you what they are.

Here's a link to a guide for them that I found - https://www.soyouwanttowatchfs.com/guides/jumps-singles

Yes, the scoring rules are complicated, unfortunately. This link by US Figure Skating actually sums it up fairly well, I believe - https://www.usfigureskating.org/sites/default/files/media-files/Scoring%20Cheat%20Sheet.pdf

As far as the skaters go, I think the best way is just to watch. You'll start learning who they are the more you watch. Again, watching with commentary (at least at first while you're learning), will help because they will tell you who the favorites are.

I would recommend @sywtwfs, because they are a great resource. I inked their website above, but it's also in the header of their blog.

They also just answered a similar ask, that has some good advice, so I'll link that, too.

If anyone has any other advice, feel free to drop it in the comments for this new fan!

Welcome to the sport!

[alpaca-clouds]

History vs Centuries of Propaganda

Talking about humanities this week also brings me to the big, big issue that we have with history: Propaganda and the reliability of our sources.

Everyone has already heard the saying: "History is written by the winners." And yes, this is some part of it. While we now know how brutal the colonial genocides were, for a long time the only narrative was: "We got there, then there were savages, who savagely attacked us, so we had to fight back. It was the right and Christian thing to do." And mind you, that stuff got taught in universities at times until the 80s. Hell, a lot of the colonial propaganda about stuff like Thanksgiving still get taught in schools today.

It is however not just the fact, that history is "written by the winners", but simply also the fact, that in many cases history was not written at all. Most history in the world got recorded orally, and only very recently did historians realize that in fact oral history can be fairly informative and at times record far back information better than actually written records, that often get at least partially destroyed. There is currently a project going on that analyses Navajo oral history and looks into what of the information can be confirmed through the archeological record.

It is an issue in many regards. For example: We barely have any good primary sources for how the Norse lived. While they had a writing system, they did not write down a whole lot. Everything we know about the Norse mythology, we know from one Christian monk, who wrote stuff down. But we do not know how much of his writing is actually reliable. There are a lot of hints that Loki as a god either never existed, or if he exited was not the trickster we know him as, but a god of the heath fire. We do not know why our dear monk has written Loki into the form we know him as. Maybe it was to have a Satan-equivalent figure in the mythology. Maybe he was just feeling creative.

A big example of the propaganda is also our idea of the "dark middle ages". This idea how miserable everything was in the middle ages. I have seen so many claims of where this idea came from. But the answer is a lot more stupid than a lot of those claims: In the Rennaissance the people started to idealize the Ancient times and basically had those ideas of how aweome those were, and then went: "Not like thos stupid medieval people, who lived in their own shit!" And even after the Rennaissance this idea was kept up by the folks after. The Victorians were pretty big in terms of shitting onto the middle ages.

I put in a picture from LesMis in the header above, because the French Revolution is another example of a historical event that we have a lot of misinformation that goes back centuries on. Mostly because of the "History is written by the winners" thing, but also because a lot of people tend to overemphasize the guillontine executions and similar forms of violence, while barely talking about the violence that originated with the royalists.

There are a lot of examples like this from history.

In some stuff that is from younger history, we at least do have alternative sources that show us, that there is another perspective. But with a lot of stuff, there just are not any alternative sources, because the "other side" has either not written down anything, or those sources have been destroyed. The further back you go, the harder it is to find a counter source, because less people had ways to write stuff down - and time had a lot more possibilities to destroy those sources, too.

This is why archeology is so important. While it does not always bring forth written sources, it can bring up other stuff that can tell us something about what has actually happened at any time.

[weegee-beta]

Just ask your crush out already, you cowardly bitch!

Yes, me! (And yes, you too if you're reading this and the header could apply to you but mostly I'm writing this as a pep talk for my own wussy ass.)

Hey, I know it's scary. The chance of rejection is always scary, and if you've got rejection sensitivity or some traumatic memories about being turned down in a humiliating or cruel way, doubly so. Having both of those, I got ya.

But I'm sorry, there's no other way around it and better do it now. If you keep waiting in order to find the perfect moment / observe them for signs they like you too... you'll wait an eternity. A perfect moment likely never comes and reading someone's behaviour or body language is often quite hit-and-miss, or you'll end up overanalyzing stuff and lose all your gathered-up courage for some minor change in atmosphere, not to mention body language expertise has no scientific base and the same gesture can be due to many different reasons: they may lean closer to you in conversation because they like you or they may do it because they're hard of hearing and want to hear what you say. The only way to get a definite answer to "Do you want to go out with me?" is, well, ask. Waiting any longer for some celestial signal is likely futile, so just do it now.

I don't know how they're gonna respond. What matters is that you'll get peace. Also, in my experience the fear of the worst-case scenario is very often worse than how things actually play out.

If they reject you politely? Good, now your brain power doesn't have to go on fantasizing about them anymore and you can return to your usual productive levels. And, if you wish to look for a relationship, you won't be stuck on someone who won't give you what you want.

If your worst fear comes true and they reject you while being mean about it? Same as above + good thing they revealed themself as an asshole now, you didn't want a person like that anyway! You will heal from the wound they caused. Remember: most people aren't like them.

If they say yes... Great! All those daydreams about cuddling with them, deep conversations, playful tickle fights, all that can actually happen now.

But it won't happen (or at least you won't get certainty of it never happening so you can stop pining for it) if you don't ask. Sorry.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

tagged (kinda) by @mingguangsword!

i lost my first draft of this post 😭 let's try again.

1. why did you choose your url? because i am weak for puns, and because i am actually su she. weepy yet defensive lestat de lioncourt at the end of s2 voice, i am him, he is me.

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them. a whole whack of them:

@dailyayao which is just daily screenshots and scans of jin guangyao from all versions of the mdzs canon

@yaozongzhupressoffice my neglected satire blog where i answer asks and reblog stuff in-character as yao-zongzhu. occasionally will make references to his entirely heterosexual feelings for his very good friend ouyang-zongzhu in the tags.

@itwasabeautifulwebbing my minthara baenre from baldur's gate 3 simping blog lol. it's also turning into a catch-all for various video game nonsense, tho i'm definitely not as active there as i am here.

@fakerashid same deal as above, just for armand from amc's interview with the vampire.

3. how long have you been on tumblr? i first joined back in 2011 with a different username back in the migration of the dragon age fandom from livejournal to tumblr, and have been kicking around in some form or another ever since.

4. do you have a queue tag? sure do! 'moling queue' because, as i said, i'm weak for puns.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? originally this blog had a different username, and i started it with the intention of cross-posting very serious horror fiction thinkpieces from a wordpress site. obviously i stopped doing that and have been enjoying myself a lot more here since i stopped taking myself so seriously lmao.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? i don't understand the question, that's literally me, su-zongzhu. (please god recognize this is a joke)

7. why did you choose your header? i just think jgy and sms look very powerful and dapper together in that scene. 😌

8. what’s your post with the most notes? some unfortunate ides of march shitpost that broke containment within an hour, i have it muted and hope to never think about it again.

9. how many mutuals do you have? no idea. lots? lots and lots?

10. how many followers do you have? 1271 as of this morning.

11. how many people do you follow? apparently 400 on the nose

12. have you ever made a shitpost? absolutely not, i don't have a sense of humour or believe in laughter.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? every time my attention wanders pretty much lmfao (despondent)

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? never!!!! 😬

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts? i ignore them.

16. do you like tag games? yes!

17. do you like ask games? "i love them, but i don't like chain asks" <- same hat

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? "probably ray" <- oh no oh dear 😬 i think if i qualify as tumblr famous (doubt.jpeg) then probably a bunch of my mutuals are, too.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? i am boring and married so no.

20. what is the last song you listened to? this performance of the famous "flowing water" composition for the guqin.

21. what are you currently watching? nirvana in fire, and it's consumed my soul. mei changsu 👀...... /clenches my fist

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy? "savory"! <- correct!!!

23. what is your current relationship status? "literally on my way to break up with someone T_T i'll be single in a few hours!!!" <- omg fennel!!??? um, as i said above, i'm married! no plans to divorce mr. sushesaid, he surprised me with flowers and takeout from my favourite indian restaurant yesterday because i was having a rough day.

24. what is your current obsession? jin guangyao. it's still jin guangyao. it's probably going to be jin guangyao this time next year too.

25. what are nine albums/ songs you've been listening to lately?

it's not an album, but basically all of the ensemble and solo performances by zi de guqin studio on youtube.

return to cookie mountain, tv on the radio

the wellermen's album of shanties and other arranged covers

the hades 2 videogame soundtrack

the baldur's gate 3 videogame soundtrack

the chain, fleetwood mac

all of the lyrical ballads from the kentucky route zero videogame soundtrack (are u noticing a pattern, because i am)

the haven videogame soundtrack

the assassin's creed valhalla videogame soundtrack

tagging: @ratheralark @holy--milk @carnivorous-horses-lover @sunriseverse @watertightvines @frodo-of-the-nine-fingers @confusion-and-more @occasionalinanity @varethinsilico @thepurplewombat @peacocksdance and anyone else who puts eyes on this thing and feels moved to complete it.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi Sweetheart!! So here's my idea. Bucky is home and You come home from work feeling stressed and ect so Bucky helps her unwind by letting her ride him and she has a choking kink (if your comfortable writing this)

Unwinding » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky helps you unwind after work.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, vibranium arm kink, choking, pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @cevansbaby-dove 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You sighed loudly after you closed the door to yours and Bucky’s apartment. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag on the floor by the door, not caring that it’s on the floor. You heard the TV in the living room. That tells you your boyfriend is home. You walked in the living room to see Bucky relaxing on the couch and watching a movie, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that hung low on his hips.

“Oh hi, doll!” Bucky greets you cheerfully.

You just laid across his lap and put your face against the couch pillow without saying a word.

“You ok, sweet girl?” He softly asks, rubbing your back with his right hand.

“Work sucked today.” You tell him, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“I know I have enhanced hearing, but I can’t hear you when you’re talking into the pillow, babydoll.” He says.

You sighed and sat up, sitting next to him.

“Work sucked today.” You repeated.

“Want to tell me about it?” He asks, putting a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“There’s this new girl at work and I was told to train her and she kept asking the world’s most stupidest questions that I didn’t know how to answer because of how stupid the questions sounded.” You tell him.

“You sound stressed, babydoll.” He says.

“I am stressed.” You confirmed.

“You know…” He starts. “I can help you unwind if you want.” He suggests.

“Yes please.” You said a little too fast and desperately.

Without hesitation, Bucky pulled you onto his lap and kissed you. The kiss was very much needed. You cupped his cheeks to intensify the kiss, the stubble of his beard poking your hands. You moved your hips against his. Bucky put his hands on your hips and pressed you against him. You moaned against his lips when his bulge rubbed against your clothed pussy.

You pulled away from his lips, leaving the both of you breathless to take off your work shirt and threw it somewhere in the living room. Bucky licked his lips and had a hungry look in his eyes when he seen your breasts threatening to spill from your bra. He watched closely as you reached your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your chest and exposing your breasts to him. Bucky licked his lips once more before attacking your breasts with kisses. His teeth nipped on your skin hard enough to mark you up.

“Ride me.” Bucky murmurs against your skin. “Ride me all you fucking want, babydoll.” He says.

You got off of his lap and stood up to take off your work pants and panties in one go. Bucky stood up as well and took off his shorts and boxers at the same time. He sat back down, pulling you down with him to make you sit on his lap. You gasped when his cock touched your pussy. You bit your bottom lip and moved your pussy against his cock, getting it wet. Bucky looked down and watched intently.

You lifted yourself up just enough so your pussy was just above his cock. You reached a hand down and stroked his cock in your hand a few times before lining it at your entrance. You slowly sunk down on his cock. A relieved moan left your lips. Bucky watched with lust clouded eyes as his cock disappeared in your pussy. When he was balls deep inside of you, you took a moment to enjoy the feeling of his cock in your pussy.

You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself when you lifted yourself upwards, only leaving his tip in your pussy and then slid back down. You rode him at a decent pace for a moment before speeding up a bit. Bucky’s hands found their way to your ass for something to hold onto, giving your ass cheeks a squeeze. He didn’t help you ride him like he normally does. He let you do your thing.

“Such a good girl.” Bucky praises. “Taking your stress out by riding my cock.” He says.

You whined at his dirty words. His dirty words always make you want more. His dirty words also urged you to quicken your movements. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex quickly filled the living room. You tilted your head back and your eyes fluttered shut. You lifted your head back up and looked at your boyfriend. You want more and Bucky knew it.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” He asks. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” He says huskily.

“I want you to choke me…” You bit your bottom lip seductively. “With your vibranium hand.” You tell him.

A low chuckle left Bucky’s lips. He knows how much you love his vibranium arm. Especially when his vibranium hand is wrapped around your throat while he’s fucking you.

His vibranium hand left your ass cheek and quickly made its way to your throat. He gave your throat a squeeze, not too hard. That made you moan. You put one of your hands on his vibranium wrist, keeping his hand there.

“You’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, doll face?” He says.

“Only for you, baby.” You say, sounding innocent.

The innocent sound in your voice made Bucky want you more. He wanted nothing more than to pin you against the couch or coffee table with his hand around your throat and fuck you senseless, but he’s not going to do that cause he knows how stressful your day was.

Bucky watched your eyes roll to the back of your head when his cock hit your sweet spot. You rolled your hips against his, wanting his cock to hit your sweet spot again, in which it did. Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the feeling. Bucky’s vibranium hand slightly tightened its grip on your throat. Your nails dug in his skin on his right shoulder, making red marks in his skin.

“Bucky!” You moaned his name loudly.

“I fucking love it when you moan my name.” Bucky practically growls. “Say my name again.” He says.

“Bucky!” You moaned again. “Oh yes, Bucky!” You moaned once more.

His cock twitched inside of you when you moaned his name. His free hand left your ass cheek and found its way to your clit, rubbing it in circles. He could feel some of your slick on your clit, which made him rub your clit faster.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, babydoll.” Bucky says, his voice sounding husky.

You pursued squeezed around his cock at the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit, making Bucky moan. He felt his orgasm beginning to build up. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your pussy was squeezing his cock and the way your warm and wet walls felt around his cock.

“I-I’m not gonna last much l-longer, doll.” Bucky moans and stutters.

Bucky tried his best to hold back. He wanted you to cum first. He always takes your pleasure seriously.

His fingers applied a little more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it. His vibranium hand also tightened around your throat. That’s one of the many things that makes you cum.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned in a whiny voice. “I’m going to cum.” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, doll face.” He said. “Make a fucking mess on my cock.” He says, almost growling.

His vibranium hand tightened around your throat once more. That sent you over the edge and you came hard on his cock, his name leaving your lips in a loud moan. Bucky gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm. He came inside of you shortly after you came. He came so much that a little bit of it leaked out of your pussy, making a white ring at the base of his cock.

Your movements came to a halt. Bucky’s vibranium hand left your throat. You collapsed against the front of his body. The two of you were sweaty and breathing heavily. You sat on his lap with his cock still inside of you till the two of you caught your breaths. After a moment you sat up and leaned forward, kissing him sweetly.

“Thank you, babe.” You say, leaning your forehead against his.

“You don’t have to thank me, doll. I’d do this for you anytime you want.” Bucky says softly.

“I love you.” You say with a smile, looking in his beautiful blue eyes.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He almost whispers, followed by a smile.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

[pseudowho]

Hihiii Haitch!

Okay, first of all, I would like to say that I’m absolutely in love with your writing. The way you write Nanami is just✨✨

And I was on the fence about watching jjk because of the numerous spoilers I had encountered. But all your fics and my lil (read major) crush on nanami finally made me come around to watch it, I’m on s1e6 rn (I’ll just blissfully ignore the teensy detail I know about what happens to nanami and my other fav characters while watching it…hehe😭)

So onwards to my questions :

1) How does writing come to you? Does it feel like that urgent spidey senses tingling moment and the next thing you know your fingers are flying across the keyboard like a woman possessed…or does it feel like this distant feeling, that slowly grows and you let it simmer fully before you formulate it into words?

2) what song or word do you think immaculately describes Mr haitch?

3) Do you derive your real feelings while writing? Like the feelings that you feel in that particular moment, does it affect it somehow? Have you ever written something that has made you feel very exposed in an emotional way?

4) lastly I’ll add a fun fact : Did you know that in India, marriages are taken so seriously and especially arranged marriages, that there is a very well developed legit business solely centered around finding perfect matches for you. So your family essentially contracts an agency that finds matches for you , based on your requirements and it has levels to it.

The families of the to be bride and groom, use the agency as a mediator to contact each other. The agency also runs background checks. You have to pay a yearly subscription fee for it. And if you want to marry your child outside your tax bracket (into a wealthier family to put it bluntly) you can join the premium membership, where you pay double, only to get a chance to get meetings with their high profile clients. (Yes I know how shallow this is…)

Hellooooo! I am so sorry for the pain you will soon endure. Please know that if I could hold your hand through it, I would.

I'm so glad they made a TV series about that weird JJK Bad Timeline AU. It was a great way to explore all of the things that could have happened to the characters we love, but didn't. Really creative. 10/10. So glad they got the Good Timeline in reality.

Both of those actually! My drabbles, especially my husband!Nanami and Papamin drabbles are very much the former. My longer fics that I header, gently form in my head over a number of days, maturing slowly.

Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz: Up on Melancholy Hill/ Sits a manatee/ Just looking out for the day/ When you're close to me/ When you're close to meWell you can't get what you want/ But you can get me/ So let's set out to sea, love/ 'Cause you are my medicine/ When you're close to me/ When you're close to me

AND... Absent by Sylosis:

I'm no saint I've no virtue I wish I could feel that you hurt too But it's so dark I can't tell god from the devil I'm just absent More than ever

I surrender I'm incomplete I've had all I can take So take me in pieces

3. I'm very good at making myself feel exactly how I need to feel, for the purpose of writing. I'm also very good at making other people feel how I need them to feel, good and bad. So I find it easy to recreate emotions in fics. It's freaky and I'm sorry. I also separate myself from that very well, sort of hovering above it as I write it. Nothing that makes me feel exposed would ever be written down on my blog, because that's purely for a couple of select people to witness.

4. I did know this! I've cared for lots of Indian couples having babies, and as such I'm rather well-versed in cultural traditions. I'm always fascinated by peoples' love and marriage stories, so listen with great interest when they share things like this. Thank you for also sharing the information. It sounds cut-throat!

Thank you so much for the wonderful Inbox. I really enjoyed answering it!

Love as always,

-- Haitch xxx

[iamprchung]

The Spider and the FBI: Part 6 "More Skinner than Skinner"

Still being tailed by a mob hitman, Scully, Skinner, and their prisoner finally reach a small Wyoming town that’s preparing for a huge 4th of July celebration. But an unexpected encounter throws Scully into a web of intrigue, raising questions about Skinner's past and the truth he may be hiding. This encounter casts a shadow over everything Scully thought she knew about her superior.

Preface/Notes:

The town of Elmo, Wyoming I did take some liberties with here, giving it more elements of another town further north, named Sheridan, which is in the area of the Battle of Little Big Horn. Anyway, I liked the name Elmo better, and the isolated area was just right, plus, at the time this was written, my cat was named Elmo.

Now, something vaguely important; if you haven’t read ‘Conversation Mints,’ go back and do that. There’s a reference from that story that plays out here. A trope? Did I employ a trope? Of course, and what fun and quirky awesomeness it’s turned out to be. Ah, and there’s definitely a clue in this story’s header graphic (on Tumblr and my blog). And yes, I really wanted to do individual graphics for each part, but dang, I would have never gotten this posted if I had.

At the time this was written, a millennia ago in the 20th century, 1999 to be exact, the closet FBI field office to Wyoming was Denver.

"More Skinner than Skinner"

Part VI of "The Spider and the FBI"

by PR Chung

The rumble of a vehicle engine approaching woke Scully from a restless sleep. Alerted by the sound, still far off, she sat up in the dark, immediately regretting the move. Half a whimper escaped her before she bit her lip when she hit her head on something above her.

"Careful," Skinner’s voice, a mere murmur from the dark, startled her further.

"What time is it?" She wondered, as things were slowly coming back to her while she blindly felt around herself, finding the edges of the cramped bunk.

The night-glow feature of his watch cast an eerie indigo light below her, helping her find the edge of the upper bunk.

"Almost six," Skinner answered before releasing the button on his watch, leaving them in the dark again. “Need some help?” He asked hearing her shift around in the bunk to get out.

“Uh,” she hesitated, one leg over the side, and feeling for something to place her foot. This was proving annoying and embarrassing. “I need that light again, I can’t see…”

“Here, hold on,” he said without delay, and she felt him seize her around the waist, hauling her effortlessly down from the bunk.

In an instant she was firmly on the floor, his unexpected rescue leaving her very close to him, and reminding her they were both in dire need of a shower.

“Thanks,” she quietly said, taking a self-conscious step back.

They stood silently, listening to the sound of the vehicle that was closer now.

"What is it?" Bernstein muttered groggily from the front of the trailer where he had slept on the bench seat, cuffed to table leg. "Is that a car?"

"Sounds like a truck," Scully observed as she went to the window to look out.

The likelihood of soon having a meal, getting cleaned up and the joy of brushing her teeth all occurred to her at once when the headlights flashed across the trailer window, illuminating the inside. "It is a truck."

“Who is it?” The nervous sound of Bernstein’s voice mirrored Scully’s unease. An apprehension, Skinner acknowledged, “probably someone working this property, but we can’t count on that right now.”

“Who else could find us out here?” Bernstein whispered, sounding confused, and concerned.

Bernstein had just made the statement before they heard the truck doors open and shut, then voices, and from the sound of things it seemed apparent that whoever had just arrived had noticed the condition of the door in the glare of their headlights.

"What the hell?"

"Jesus..."

"Who the hell would do something like this...?"

Skinner unsnapped the strap on his gun holster, as the voices became progressively louder and agitated. He wasn't surprised, his single shot had left a noticeable hole where the door handle used to be.

"Shit, shut up." Someone outside called.

Everything went still.

"I don't think they're very happy..." Bernstein whispered and the door flew open. Blinding light spilled into the trailer from the headlights of the truck, and the distinctive sound of a pump action shotgun being primed sounded.

Skinner and Scully fell back a step from the doorway in anticipation of gunshots. Nothing happened and there was no one visible through the door.

"If you're still in there," a man shouted from outside, out of sight, "you better get your asses out here now."

"Federal agents," Skinner and Scully shouted.

There was a long beat, then, "I don't care who you are," the man called back.

"We're coming out with our identification," Skinner announced loud and clear, his voice booming through the narrow trailer.

"I lost my case," Scully told him in a hushed voice.

"I've got mine," he assured her and pulled the badge cast from his back pocket.

"Get out of here! Now!"

"We're coming out." Skinner called, starting for the open door, his ID case open and held out before him like a shield.

"What about me?" Bernstein demanded, yanking his cuffed wrist against the restraint of the table leg.

"We have a prisoner with us," Scully announced over Skinner's shoulder.

"Jezzus," the man outside declared and snatched Skinner's badge case as he started out. "What the hell is going on here?"

A sturdy built man with face withered by a life of outdoors labor was standing to the left of the trailer door, his companion, considerably younger man with wide open clean features stood to the right holding the shotgun they had heard primed. Two more men stood ready near the truck, silhouetted by headlights head lights.

The older man leaned against the trailer as he studied the identification and badge, looking back up as Skinner stepped down from the trailer. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again when he saw Scully emerge from the trailer, eyes turning round for a quick instant.

The man pried his eyes off Scully and looked at the badge and ID again. "Special Agent Walter S. Skinner..." the man read.

"We ran off the road yesterday," Skinner took the opportunity to try to explain their situation. "And were on foot, we needed a place to stay for the night when we came across the trailer."

"What road' you get off of?" The younger man with the shotgun questioned, sounding dubious.

"Route 34, near Chugwater."

"Chugwater! How the hell long you been walking?" The older man blurted frowning at the two of them. "Chugwater's over fifty miles from here."

"We..." Scully paused to let the embarrassment pass for what she was about to disclose. She knew they had traveled a good time and distance but had no idea it had been that far. "We were forced to pursue our prisoner... in the river. It must have carried us pretty far."

"I'd say. Shit," the man laughed, handing Skinner his badge case, and motioning for the younger man to lower the shotgun.

The man seemed to smile in spite of himself. "All right, now, tell me who’s paying for this damage? I think my boss will be holding me responsible for some answers when he finds out 'bout all this."

"You’ll be compensated," Skinner assured him all the while thinking how their efforts to clean the inside seemed more than enough payment for the lock and handle. "We need to get to a phone. Will you take us to one?"

"Well, hell, yeah," he said agreeably, "I'll take you into Elmo, plenty of phones there."

"I'll get Bernstein," Scully told Skinner turning back to climb the steps into the trailer again.

"Did you say Elmo?" Skinner questioned, glaring at the man as he looked Scully up and down before she disappeared back into the trailer.

"Uh, yeah, sure did," he turned back to face Skinner, "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Donnie Combs, that's Robby Bowman, and that's Doug and Danny Purdy." He gestured toward the two men standing in front of the truck.

Skinner nodded briefly to all; his attention divided. "Isn't there a place closer, other than Elmo, we can use a phone at?" he asked, sounding impatient.

"Well, no, not really, to be honest."

"What about this land, the house the people who own it live in, isn't it any closer?"

"No." Donnie let out a weak laugh, looking at him curiously. "Elmo's the closet, and it's probably forty-five minutes or more from here. The King's house, that's who owns this property, well their house isn't even on this land. They live in Washakie."

Skinner bucked his head. "Fine. No, problem."

Great, he left unsaid.

**********************************

Elmo, Wyoming

July 4th

Like something staged for a Roger and Hammerstein musical the town of Elmo, Wyoming was profusely adorned in red, white, and blue banners and streamers. Old Glory flapped in the breeze and there was laughter in the air while it seemed that every man, woman, and child hustled through the streets in preparation for what was undoubtedly going to be one doozy of a Fourth of July celebration.

Well, I'll be a cockeyed optimist Scully thought as she peered out the truck windows at the bustle of activity.

"It's gonna be one hell of a party tonight," Donnie remarked cheerfully from behind the wheel.

"How quaint." Bernstein sneered as he looked around.

Scully gave him a sour glance.

"What's the population here?" Scully wondered.

"Five or six hundred, maybe." He leaned a bit forward to look around Bernstein at her. "But lots of folks have come in from all around for the fireworks tonight. Rumor is they'll be the best for a thousand miles."

Scully found that hard to believe considering Laramie was so close. But for those people, or folks if one chose to use the local vernacular, who didn't venture much further than their own town or the next, this small town's show could very well seem like the greatest thing close enough to home.

Scully leaned forward to get a better look at the town square. It was a large park with huge trees and lush green grass. Four whitewashed gazebos sat in each corner of the park, framing a small open bandstand at the center, and all were steeped in patriotic color.

���End of the line," Donnie announced slowing his truck in front of the sheriff's station, "The Sheriff should be able to help you folks out from—" Before he could finish Skinner rapped his knuckles on the back window from where he'd been riding in the bed of the truck.

Donnie and Scully glanced back seeing him motion toward the restaurant up a head where a pay phone stood in front.

"He wants to go over there?" Donnie questioned, clearly puzzled. "Not here?"

Scully frowned seeing her superior vehemently pointing toward the restaurant.

"Uh, yeah. Not here." She told Donnie, suspicion seeping into her thoughts.

He just hadn't seemed like himself since before they started into town. She had begun to suspect something was wrong; his mannerisms were tight, ridged more Skinner than Skinner. From inside the trailer she had heard him questioning Donnie, an urgent apprehension underscoring his tone and even then she had known something wasn't sitting right with him and whatever it was involved this town...

She gave the Sheriff's station a thoughtful glance as Donnie pulled the truck back away from the curb and steered it toward the restaurant. Again, the truck came to a gradual halt; the struts squeaking as it rolled up to the curb.

Scully was hardly out of the truck before she noticed the increasingly curious glances. She knew she looked like she had been dragged through a hole backward, she didn't think she looked bad enough to catch this much attention.

Skinner came out of the truck bed with a single swift move that planted him firmly beside her as she got Bernstein out of the truck cab and thanked Donnie for the ride. Scully found herself and Bernstein standing alone no sooner than the truck had pulled away from the curb; without a word Skinner had gone to the pay phone and all but buried his face inside the enclosure as he dialed.

"Oh, now, this is just so..." Bernstein said, giving the immediate area a sweeping glance. "Mayberry. I..." he widened his eyes mocking surprise, "I think I can hear whistling. Do you hear it?"

"I think that's the wind blowing between your ears." Scully muttered as she guided him toward the pay phone.

From what she could hear from his end of the conversation, Skinner was on the phone to the Denver field office. "Well, when can we expect them to be here?"

That didn’t sound too promising, she thought and caught sight of yet more curious glances. Only now these inquisitive stares were accompanied by whispers, as well as a few double takes, and much to her surprise, Scully realized the attention wasn't on her, nor was it on Bernstein, or even the three of them as an out of place group of strangers in a small town.

Attention seemed to be directed solely on a man who just happened to be making a passionate effort to hide his face inside a phone booth.

"What's he doing…"

"I don't think that's him..."

"But-"

"Shhh."

Scully turned quickly in the direction she'd heard this disjointed conversation only to see two women turn hurriedly away down the sidewalk.

"You would think we had antlers," Bernstein commented.

"Yeah, at least one of us..." Scully said, her voice drifting with distraction as she noticed a Sheriff's department vehicle coming down the main street, and according to the writing on the white and tan two tone Cherokee's door it was the Sheriff.

She strained to see the driver but couldn't make anything out past the tint and mid-morning sun glaring off the windshield.

"We needed backup two days ago," Scully heard Skinner growling into the phone behind her as she watched the Cherokee slowing on the far side of the street, almost as though the driver wasn't quite sure if they wanted to stop or not. "Who is the special agent in charge?" Skinner continued to question the person on the other end of the line.

"Hello," Bernstein said and gave a curious local a brittle smile, raising his hands up to wriggle his fingers in a wave, deliberately showing off his handcuffs.

The woman's jaw dropped shortly before she began shuffling away, looking back as she went.

"Bernstein, please." Scully jerked his hands down, a move that drew more attention.

The Sheriff's jeep stopped abruptly, the driver's side door swinging open, and a khaki leg dropped out. Hmm, the thought unconsciously struck Scully at the sight of the rather large leg attached to a generously sized hiking boot.

"Oh great, this should be fun, I'm sure." Bernstein sarcastically said.

"You just never know..." Scully murmured, preoccupied.

"Tomorrow?" Skinner barked into the phone and Scully was vaguely aware of his tone dipping yet another notch.

Scully’s mouth slowly went slack as she watched the man whose leg she had been admiring emerge from the Cherokee. From out of the cab, he straightened to what she gauged at six two, adjusted his ball cap that was casting a short shadow over a pug nose and solid jaw, his eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, his mouth a grim slash with the slightest hint of an affable curl in the corners.

"Is it just me," Bernstein quietly said to Scully, "or does he remind you of someone?"

"Uh," she faltered, reaching for Skinner without looking back, without taking her eyes off the barrel-chested doppelganger walking their way. "Uh, sir... Sir…"

"I need support in no less than six hours..." Skinner was demanding of the poor soul on the other end of his phone conversation.

"Sir," Scully continued, contacting his arm. Not quite sure she believed what she was seeing she tugged twice never looking, even when he jerked his arm from her grasp and continued to bark orders into the phone.

The Sheriff stepped up onto the curb and into the shade of the restaurant awning. He was only a foot or two from them, standing quite solidly in place, his expression a mask of sober caution and curiosity.

"Hello," Bernstein said in the same false tone that he'd used to greet the passerby.

The Sheriff nodded and gave a long sweeping scan of first Bernstein, then Scully and finally Skinner, whose back was turned to him. His attention lingered on the Assistant Director a moment before he turned to Scully.

"Morning," he said finally and smiled broadly as he took the sunglasses off.

Brown eyes. It was the only thought that occurred to Scully for a long moment before she realized she was staring with her mouth agape. "Uh,” she started lamely.

Bernstein glanced at her, puzzled, and then smirked. “Your words, use them,” he whispered.

“Good morning," she finally spat out, realizing she was ogling a uniform shirt perfectly filled by great shoulders and tapered torso— "Uh, Sheriff..?"

"Durokoff," he introduced himself with a nod, his eyes drifting toward Skinner again. "Larry Durokoff."

Scully hesitated, the name rolling around her mind. Genetically engineered alien clone? Well, Mulder would have been proud that she even marginally considered it, but she didn't believe that was the case here either. They definitely looked alike, with the same eyes and chiseled features, the same build, built like... well, built like- Holy shit. It didn't matter, they looked alike, but they weren't exactly twins.

"Special Agent Dana Scully." She finally introduced herself.

"FBI?"

"Yes."

"I'm a prisoner," Bernstein mocked pride in the fact.

"I can see that," Durokoff said, and pulled a pair of cuffs off the back of his belt. "You don't mind do you?" he asked Scully as he moved to replace the cuffs Bernstein was wearing with his own.

"I'm sure Federal handcuffs are just as strong as yours."

Scully almost jumped at the sound of Skinner's voice. She hadn't even noticed him end his call let alone seen him step up beside her.

Durokoff looked up, his eyes dancing with something close to what Scully wanted to call mischief. He snapped his cuffs closed on Bernstein and straightened, grinning at Skinner.

"I can only assume this isn't a personal visit, Walter." He said handing Skinner the cuffs he'd just removed from Bernstein.

"No, it's not."

Scully watched in awe as the man nodded and perfectly executed an atypical thoughtful Skinner as he glanced around the immediate area. "What's it been, ten, fifteen...?"

"Eighteen." Skinner answered.

Durokoff laughed. "Not long enough, huh?" he said and repositioned his cap, lifting it just enough to expose a hint of scalp as bare as Skinners.

"Uh," Scully started, then stopped and had to start over, looking between the two of them and feeling as though she was in the middle of an uncomfortable reunion. " I can't help but..."

"Agent Scully," Skinner interrupted her, motioning toward Durokoff, "my cousin, Sheriff Lawrence Durokoff." Somehow, Skinner managed to make eye contact with no one as he made introductions.

An excruciatingly long beat followed the introductions. People passed and people stared, and the four of them shifted their weight from foot to foot and looked around at one another until Bernstein began to whistle the Andy Griffith show theme.

Scully captured his arm tightly, pinching his skin through his shirt. Like someone flipped a switch the whistling stopped and was replaced by a small whimpering noise.

So, this is why he didn't want to go to the Sheriff's station, or even this town. Scully mused taking a stealthy glance at first Skinner then his cousin.

"It doesn't look like you're operating on full resources here," Durokoff’s tone purposely professional. "There was word that federal agents were missing in the area, but I never thought you would be involved. I had heard from Aunt Anne you had ended up on the eraser end of a desk a few years ago, Walter."

Skinner gnashed his teeth, giving Scully a quick nervous glance before he addressed his cousin. "I made assistant director eight years ago."

Durokoff arched his brows and smiled. "Well, congratulations."

Skinner nodded. "This really isn't the time for playing catch up," he changed the subject and took control of Bernstein from Scully. "This man needs to be out of sight and under what protection you can provide until a team of agents arrive here."

"When will they be here?" Scully wondered.

Skinner ground his teeth, looking decidedly irritated. "Possibly tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Resources were already spread thin between the holiday and the activities in Casper, then Mulder got involved in the search for us, demanding agents to assist in the search. The Denver office is trying to contact them right now and re-direct them here."

"Mulder?"

"Mulder?" Durokoff's curiosity seemed piqued by the shear agitation produced in his cousin's voice when he mentioned this name.

"FBI Poster boy." Bernstein helpfully informed the Sheriff.

Durokoff gave him a glare of singular intent. "No one was talking to you."

The power of his voice startled Scully. He could also sound just like Skinner.

Durokoff reached out and took Bernstein by the other arm, hauling him out of Skinner's grasp. Skinner resisted, pulling Bernstein back, “We’re in charge of this prisoner.”

“My town, my rules,” Durokoff insisted, pulling on Bernstein.

"All right, already..." Bernstein protested yet another rough changing of the guards. “Make up your minds, I’m not a chew toy.”

"Come on, smart guy," Durokoff said, and started for the jeep with Bernstein in tow. "I've got a real nice little room waiting for you right down the street."

Bernstein looked back at Scully, quickly telling her, “Take notes, you’re next in this tug of war—"

Durokoff gave Bernstein a brisk tug nearly causing the man to stumble as he led him toward the SUV. Scully was transfixed for a time, watching the man walk away, his narrow hips giving the slightest sway with his powerful stride, shoulders bristling and separating the yoke pleats of his shirt, his arms flexing and tensing with every swing.

Scully realized she was chewing on her lip about the same moment she noticed Skinner's eyes boring into her. She looked at him fully, her mouth fully open to speak but nothing came out.

"You coming?" Durokoff called to them over the top of the four-wheeler.

"He's the Arthur Murray cousin?" Scully finally succeeded in asking Skinner, throwing him off guard enough to forget her unabashed ogling of his cousin.

She had remembered, finally, the small anecdote from his childhood that he had shared with her months ago. "...my cousin and I were enrolled at Arthur Murray, tuition paid, and the day before our first lesson... The day before our first lesson my cousin, Lawrence, fell out of a tree and broke both his legs."

"Yeah... that’s the one," Skinner replied with a decidedly defeated tone.

***********************************

Kim Cook checked her watch again, blowing her breath out. She yanked the curtains back and glared at the bare street in front of her condo. "What's happened?" She asked herself. There couldn't have been a mistake, could there?

She knew she'd sounded awful last night when he'd called her at the office. Six-thirty and she was still there, struggling to juggle calls between the Director and Attorney General, then there were the non-stop calls from Agent Mulder. What was it with that guy? She couldn't believe sometimes that he hadn't been tossed out of the bureau on his ear for some of the crap she'd seen him do. What did he have over Skinner? He had to have something on him, although she couldn't imagine what. AD Skinner was one of most professional and scrupulous men she had ever worked for.

She shook her head. It didn't matter, she thought and checked her watch again, then the street- still no sign of Jess. What was it with the men in her life disappearing? First her boss and now Jess.

He was supposed to have been there over a half hour ago. He'd never been this late without calling. He would have surely called today if he were going to be late, all the careful planning for the most perfect day together. It would be their first real holiday to share together. The first holiday together with someone was just... just so fantastic and exciting. All those new things created out of the old and ordinary...

She had waited long enough, she believed and turned to the phone.

"The number you have dialed is not in service or has been disconnected," Kim frowned when the message began to play. "Please check your number and-"

She dialed Jess' number again, carefully pressing each number.

"The number you have dialed is not in service..."

She dialed again, deliberately, and precisely pressing the buttons on the keypad. Again, the message burned over the line. One more time, she thought, her hand beginning to tremble a little as she started to dial his number again.

"The number you have..."

Kim lowered the phone from her ear, her chin trembling.

*************************************

Yellow.

It was yellow and streaking past his nose and out of his sight into frantic oblivion. Too close, his mind screamed at him to pull back before his skin was thrashed and ripped away. Surrounded by black, the yellow rectangle zipped past his eyes. The wind was in his eyes, his hair, whipping at the lapels of his studded white jacket and matching bell-bottoms. He could not pull back, his head was already pressed against the metal, the skeleton of the monster machine his arms and legs were lashed to.

The engine roared, gears chewing each other up with manic delight above his head.

There was music and singing in the monster engine roar, pistons and rods harmoniously chanting his name over and over again...

"Agent Mulder?"

The voice seemed far away, separate from the deep shadows and harsh light and noise that filled his dreams. Knowledge of his whereabouts came to him slowly as Mulder opened his eyes that were still heavy with sleep. It was daylight, he slowly noted as he straightened in the passenger seat of the cruiser and looked around. He was drenched in sweat and not surprised, the temperature inside the car had to be over ninety degrees despite the open windows.

"Agent Mulder?"

Mulder blinked hard, turning in the direction of the voice. "Any news?" He asked Sheriff Boyd who was leaning in the open driver's side window.

"I just got word from your FBI office in Denver that Assistant Director Skinner checked in a bit ago."

Mulder straightened in the seat. "What about Scully- my partner? Are they all right?"

"They're in a little place called Elmo and I suppose they're just fine; I didn't hear no different."

"Elmo? How far from here is..."

"It's a ways east of here," he said handing his cell phone through the window to Mulder. "You should be able to reach your partner at the Sheriff's department there. Got the number programmed in for you."

"How long a drive is it?" Mulder questioned as he took the phone, blinking against the effects of the dream still lingering around the edges of his mind.

"Don't worry 'bout driving, Agent Mulder," the Sheriff smiled. "I've arranged an all-expenses paid ride with Albany County airlines."

"Huh?" Mulder didn't catch on at first, but when he did his heart seized up with genuine fear. "You mean ride in that helicopter again?"

*************************************

"Damn, that's good." Lawrence Martin Gryzwac declared and tilted his head back to wipe a buttermilk mustache from his lip with the back of his hand.

There was nothing like cold buttermilk on a hot day, he thought feeling undeniably content despite the lack of news. His head hurt a little from listening to the hayseeds prattling over the scanner for the last twenty-four hours, but there was nothing much that could be done about that.

He found some shade, parked the caddy and was enjoying a most refreshing beverage. He wasn't going worry just cause he didn't know where these feds had taken the Spider... Hell, nobody knew where the hell they were from the sound of it.

All damn night the local yokels were chattering back and forth, all excited when they found the car. Then they yakked some more when they thought they'd found him.

Gryzwac laughed out loud.

"That was good." He said to himself, pleased with the delight of knowing some poor, dumb bastard halfway across the state had been mistaken for him and hassled most of the night. Shit, that gave him time to get some rest.

He stretched his legs out along the length of the caddy front seat and took another long draw on the carton of buttermilk.

"Stewart, are you there?" A voice burst over the scanner.

"Ouu, Sheryl, baby, talk to me," Gryzwac sighed hearing the Albany County dispatcher's voice. He'd become familiar with the dispatcher’s voices, even knew some by name after the last couple of days. This one, Sheryl, had become a personal favorite. A little breathy, not shrill like most of the other. No, not at all. She had the soap opera voice... That "H" sound coming across the speaker sent shivers down his spine and had started giving him a world-class hard-on.

"Damn it, Stewart, turn down the music..."

"I'm here," the hayseed pilot returned. "You just don't sound real happy, Sheryl, honey."

"Why should I be, working on the Fourth 'cause of all this crap?"

"I'm working, too."

"That's a good thing cause Sheriff Boyd needs you to fly that fed over to Elmo. Where are you anyway?"

Gryzwac swept his legs off the seat, sitting up to take careful note of the relay of information as he grabbed a tattered map from the dashboard.

"Alger," the pilot replied. "I've been waiting on a fuel hose. Had a little leak."

"How long you think you're gonna be?" the dispatcher questioned as Gryzwac ran his thick index finger across the map, silently searching.

"I can't say. I was lucky I got someone to agree to bring me one."

"Aren't you supposed to keep spare hoses around, Stewart?"

Gryzwac poked the map hard, the tip of his finger smacking a tiny dot called Elmo. "Got’cha."

*************************

Continue in part 7

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tag game 🫧

tagged by @icouldhyperfixatehim - thanks for thinking of me <3

1. why did you choose your url?

i don't even remember what my url was before this honestly wow. umm so about 4 years ago i was introduced to the untamed by a close friend and we binged all 50 episodes in a week and then i proceeded to be obsessed with it for like. a year and a half after. i chose THIS url b/c [untamed spoilers incoming] jgy = jin guangyao, who is by all accounts a little meow meow who has done nothing wrong ever *wink* and who i will protect against the haters at all costs. jgyapologist didn't have the same ring to it, and i have MULTIPLE apologisms for him so. jgyapologism was born

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

i used to have a fandom one but deleted it in a fit of rage back in 2012. no i will not divulge which fandom it belonged to.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

this blog specifically since 2016 i think, but i've been on tumblr since 2010.

4. do you have a queue tag?

honestly i've never much gotten into queuing. i should. i should do that

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i mean. because tumblr

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

ah yes. my current hyperfixation is bnha and he (bakugou katsuki) is one of my favorite characters.

7. why did you choose your header?

cherry blossoms!! it's a shot from bnha again. and cherry blossoms signify new beginnings in japan. i think it's sweet.

8. what is your post with the most notes?

i am tumblr illiterate, despite how long i've been on here. i don't really make posts, and i don't often check how popular they are. so, idk. i'm just here for the posts man.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

no idea. room for more?

10. how many followers do you have?

i am but a meager blog. a tiny ant in the sea of crumbs searching for its place. (198)

11. how many people do you follow?

219. so my follow/follower ratio is actually pretty level.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

idk probably. who hasn't?

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

how often do i pick my nails? how often do i yawn? how often do i walk into a room in my house and forget wtf i went in there for? <<< keeping this b/c it's too perfect of an answer

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

hahahahha on a side blog once yeah. all the time. i've been here for over a decade. have you truly experienced tumblr if you haven't been in a blog war?

15. how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

i've done it. you've done it. we've all done it. you do you, man.

16. do you like tag games?

i do!!! they're fun and i like that people think of me when they're tagging people to play them. it makes me warm and gooey inside.

17. do you like ask games?

same as above! i feel honored that anyone would want to grace my ask box

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ummm i know of one that's pretty well known but idk their follower count so how can i truly know whether anyone is tumblr famous?

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

all of you ;)

20. tags?

you get a tag! you get a tag! you all get a tag! otherwise @muqingapologist @original-robin @autisticbokutoenthusiast @jimmysea @burnsuncomet @khaostache

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Google penalties are real. The best SEO company in Kerala never uses shady tactics. Instead, they focus on long-term gains using ethical, white-hat SEO techniques.

Full-Service SEO: What You Actually Get

Here’s what a full-service approach includes when you work with a top-tier SEO company in Trivandrum:

Technical SEO Audit: Fix crawling, indexing, Core Web Vitals, and mobile usability issues.

Keyword Strategy: Rank for high-intent local and niche keywords relevant to your business.

On-Page SEO: Optimize meta titles, descriptions, headers, and internal links.

Content Marketing: Build topical authority with blogs, landing pages, and FAQs that matter.

Off-Page SEO: Acquire quality backlinks from relevant, high-authority domains.

Local SEO Optimization: Optimize Google Business Profile, citations, and local directories.

Performance Tracking: Transparent monthly reporting and analytics to track growth.

Why Businesses Across Kerala Trust Trivandrum-Based SEO Experts

Whether it’s a local café in Kazhakuttom or an IT firm in Technopark, businesses in Kerala are realizing the power of organic reach. The best SEO company in Kerala isn’t just about rankings—it’s about helping brands build trust online, connect with their audience, and stay ahead of their competitors.

From retail to healthcare, real estate to education—SEO is driving growth stories across sectors, and Trivandrum is becoming a hub for results-driven SEO services.

How to Choose the Right SEO Partner in Trivandrum

It’s easy to get lost in a sea of agencies. But a few simple checks can help you choose the right one:

Do they offer a free SEO audit or consultation?

Can they show proof of past success?

Do they understand your niche and your audience?

Are they transparent about tools, timelines, and tactics?

Do they offer a full-service digital growth plan beyond just SEO?

When the answer is yes to all of the above, you’re likely dealing with one of the best SEO companies in Trivandrum.

Final Thoughts

SEO isn’t a one-time activity—it’s an ongoing process. And in a region as competitive as Kerala, you need more than just an agency; you need a partner committed to your growth. With a full-service approach, expert strategy, and local insight, the best SEO company in Trivandrum can help your business climb the SERPs and stay there.

Your growth story starts with visibility. Let SEO lead the way.