#first woo hoo

[pyurin4]

this meme but metamy !!

i'm always late to these trends so i hope i don't flop </3

[alunimoon]

This little crow and other ceramic pieces will be available on my shop tomorrow (2/9) at 11am PST 🐦‍⬛🖤

[makorragal-312]

I can see it now...

Now that Chris is gone and his relationships with Marisol and Kim are over, Eddie is struggling to keep himself together and decides to stop dating while also trying to figure himself out after everything that happened.

All the while, Buck constantly checks in on him to make sure he's alright and even goes as far as to stay over at his place so that he doesn't wake up by himself. And now that Gerrard is captain and is making their shifts miserable, that becomes a common occurrence. And around the same time, Buck and Tommy are going through a rough patch because of him cancelling plans to check on Eddie and how Tommy wants Buck to act around Gerrard, which ultimately leads to them breaking up.

Then down the line, Eddie and Buck start to become closer than ever and Eddie comes to the conclusion that his relationships never worked out because he was trying to make a family with the wrong person when the whole time, he already had a family with the right person, which was Buck. At the same time, Buck starts to catch feelings for Eddie but is afraid to act on them partly out of fear and mainly because he doesn't want to take advantage of him when he's still missing Chris.

But eventually, Eddie just goes "fuck it" and finally kisses Buck, who has no qualms about kissing him back...

...and then, Chris walks through the door.

[raayllum]

Anyway borrowing from the Rayllum relevant sections of my "arc 2 is about the pursuit of knowledge / knowledge as a burden" meta for s4 and s5 (minimized/condensed text is from previous meta) let's talk about S6

Season four in a lot of ways was the journey of

Mutual Love as Self Actualization: Part 1 — Uncertainty to Certainty (S4)

As previously noted, Callum starts out S4 at both a loss with the mirror, and still coping with the uncertainty and stagnation of his loss of Rayla. When Ezran reaffirms that Callum still loves her, all Callum can helplessly rely that he doesn’t “even know if she’s alive.” Things don’t really improve once Rayla shows up, either, even if we see the persistent thread of not knowing vs knowing being knit throughout their arc with one another.

When Ezran is trying to get Callum and Rayla to work together, he doesn’t tell them to set everything aside, or even harkens back to their good old days. He asserts their identities and says, “Don’t you remember who you are?” because to him — and evidently to Callum and Rayla, because it works — working together and helping each other has become a fundamental, core part of who they are as individuals. They are that interwoven with each other, and Rayla reflects that in 4x07 with, “Callum, you’re the 'destiny is a book you write yourself’ guy. No one can control you or make your choices for you” as well as what Callum offers up to her in 4x09 where we see the turning point in their prior uncertainty. Although they’ve both changed, they are fundamentally still the same people they were when they fell in love, and there is both comfort, sadness, and acceptance in that realization, where Callum says:

Mutual Love as Self Actualization: Part 2 — Certainty and Discovery (S5)

Upon reconciling once Callum has said what we knew all along — “I’m so glad you come back” — Callum and Rayla return to the castle, and their searches for knowledge become arguably more explicitly stated by the text. Their first scene together in 5x01 establishes that Callum wants to know the Ocean arcanum (“I thought it would be about controlling the tides or fighting the currents” thereby exerting control, which he desperately wants over himself post-S4) as well as Aaravos, whereas Rayla is seeking answers about her family: “If I can figure out how he put you into the cursed coins, maybe I can find a way to get you out.”

This is, of course, something we know she doesn’t trust Callum with yet, not wanting to burden him with her problems especially before she’s reached her own conclusion of what to do about it (to delay it for the good of the world) and we see that the certainty and forgiveness Callum found in 4x09 has more than carried over.

Opeli: Don’t you want to know what she was up to? Why she did all this?

And although very uncertain about opening up, Rayla still expresses certainty that she knows Callum could and can be there for her, if he wants to be — if he’s ready to be.

This is, after all, with both Amaya’s encouragement and Callum’s reassurance that 1) “You can tell me when you’re ready” and that 2) he does want to know from 5x01. Then, we see both their arcs in this way largely — or at least they would, in a perfect world — be resolved in many ways by their interaction later in 5x04:

Previously, we’ve mostly talked about knowledge, especially within the text of the show, as a positive thing. It is the foundational rock of a strong relationship, it can lead to positive self actualization, and it helps the heroes keep Aaravos from being unleashed. When you do not have enough knowledge or perceived understanding of someone (Claudia assumes Soren could never understand her, and Viren and Harrow’s relationship breakdown), your relationship accordingly deteriorates. When you share knowledge, and share experiences (Rayla to Callum about the coins, Soren to Elmer about abusive cycles), you can become stronger together.

But knowledge is not exclusively a good thing. It can also be harmful, or unwanted, or unwanted precisely because it’s harmful. It can bind you to deals or bonds you don’t really want, and once you know something, you cannot un-know it, whether about yourself or about others. And we see this most plainly in the story Archmage Akiyu shares about the prison ("I knew too much").

So if S4 is about beginning to navigate both in spite of and within uncertainty, S5 is about having the safety of that uncertainty stripped away, both in creating more of it, and in removing some of it. Namely, the Ocean arcanum.

He chased the Ocean arcanum because he thought, if Sky granted him potential and freedom, then Ocean would grant him control, but the truth was more complicated than that. While it did grant him control (the ability to break free from Finnegrin’s spell), it also granted him a rather hard truth he’d rather not know.

The first time he cites his poem about true tides and untold depths, he is talking about his faith and trust in Rayla — the way he views her: “If she didn’t tell me, she has a good reason. […] I trust her. Unconditionally.”

The second time he recites the poem, it is about himself. The untold depths are within himself, are parts he is still trying to understand in full because they are uncomfortable truths. In many ways, Callum unlocking the Ocean arcanum is his version of Ezran’s 4x03 speech (see how we looped all the way back? 'Totally’ intentional I swear), that multiple things can be, and sort of have to be, true in order to gain new ground, even if there’s a part of you that wishes it could be simple.

Season six develops this theme, too, but it takes it and calls it Truth, and we see this reflected most notably in 6x06.

Mutual Love as Self Actualization: Part 3 — Certainty and Salvation (S6)

In season six, we see Callum build upon this certainty with Rayla by the way he remains emotionally open with her about his hopes and fears. After his 6x01 nightmare freaks him out, he runs right to her to receive support; when the guilt and fear gnaws at him in 6x03, he tells her the truth of what he did on Finnegrin's ship.

While the obvious facet of knowledge (truth) and salvation here is in 6x06, I also like to think it starts an episode earlier in 6x05. Callum wants to go along with the mission because he knows the quasar diamonds will be what they get in exchange whereas Rayla goes along with it because he's pushing for it (and well, helping people is always nice).

However, where Callum believes that the icy beast they seemingly have to slay is a monster, Rayla believes differently and hedges her bets on what she knows.

This is a great mini turning point in season six for a few reasons. For one, it merges the idea of truth and knowledge into one ("I know it's true") as well as emphasizing the concept of knowing something in your heart, which 6x06 will build on of "dark magic tears a hole in your spirit/heart that light can fill". It also clearly ties back to something that Callum knows he knows, which is that he trusts Rayla unconditionally (5x01). So he goes with it.

When Rayla does reach out to the behemoth, it's with more facets of knowledge: "I know you're in pain. I don't want to hurt you...", knowing the creature's name and the stories ("I know who you are"), and even in her lullaby:

(We'll come back to the lullaby for 6x06's relevancy as well). Once Rayla's kindness and compassion gets through, of her knowledge and seeing the truth of Esmeray's pain much like Ezran saw Zubeia's ("and the truth of you seeing that made it feel like less, like healing"), we return to how well Callum knows her and his knowledge about the trial ("You knew this was the reward"):

If I'd told you, you would've refused to go, because you never do anything for yourself.

To love someone is to know them, and to know them is (in these cases) to develop love for them. The same way that Rayla brings Runaan out of his grief and guilt induced darkness in 6x09 ("I'm your daughter and I love you") and recognizes the grief and guilt plaguing Esmeray, likewise, she represents and is Love to Callum.

He's gone from being uncertain about her survival, about expressing his love, all the way to looking to her for support and direction about the trials set before him:

Kosmo: Dark magic left a hole in you, but the Star-truth ritual can fill the darkness with light. [...] You must search your mind and heart for your one deep truth, the star within you. Then you must let that truth shine and fill the darkness. Callum: One deep truth, huh? Kosmo: Your deepest truth. [...] You must find the star within you, the one deep truth so bright it can fill the darkness.

As know, Callum's trial is still a struggle for him at first. But luckily Rayla's lullaby also foreshadowed the principle of looking inward rather than outward, too, and precisely what kind of answer and truth Callum is going to find.

Callum: I found my one truth.

His truth, his knowledge, his constant, his light... is love, his love, for Rayla and from Rayla. At the end of 6x06 in many ways, Callum is at his most self-actualized, freed from the taint of dark magic and paranoia about Aaravos' control... saved and allowed to become the best version of himself, a bright shining light. A star in his own right. Which is likewise why he expresses his truth before the episode is done. He did dark magic for her, but she's so much more than just darkness or desperation or sadness for him; she's light and hope and Love, too. She's his Constant, Deepest Truth. She's everything.

It's taken two and a half seasons, but he's ready to do more than just know it. He's ready to say it.

So he does.

[kupakaa]

A Stupid-Ass Dream

A drabble/retelling based on a lucid-dream I had. Vi x... uh, me, I guess. Or masc/butch reader, if you're fine with first person. Only specific things mentioned is having a happy trail + pubes.

So because I’m suffering from pathetic yearning I’ve been having a few dreams about Vi. Thankfully, I have a really good memory when it comes to dreams (unless they're lame ones.) Had a funny one about two nights ago where I was laying in my bed and staring at the wall when all of a sudden she just burst into my room, holding my phone in her hand with the screen toward me. I sat up. I could see the layout of my Ao3 bookmarks tab.

“What is this?” she asked me, scrolling through quickly, stopping frequently to land and point at the Cait/Vi fics I had saved. 

For some reason I didn’t become lucid, so I was genuinely confused about why she was angry (though I still somewhat acknowledged that she was a fictional character.) I just told her that they were stories that I was reading. She tossed the phone by my side and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Jesus, well, can’t you just do something else?” she said. 

I asked her what else. Her face softened. There was a look in her half-lidded eyes. She walked toward me, kneeling down before holding my chin in calloused fingers and kissing me deeply. She slowly pushed me back until I was splayed out on the bed with her on top. 

She pulled back to let me breathe. A smirk pulled at her scarred lips. Her hands continued to trace my face, reaching up to ruffle my hair and scratch gently at my scalp. She spoke to me so sweetly, teasing me as her hands trailed down the back of my neck and curved up to my jaw. She gently scritched my chin and neck with her short nails. My head leaned back to give her more room. I don’t know why it turned me on so much to be scratched and pet like this. My thighs squeezed together to ease the tension in my hardening clit and loosening walls. I know she would have laughed if she saw how wet I was getting just from this. 

Something told me she could feel my growing impatience as she ran down my chest. She pulled up my tank top, gently squeezing my exposed breasts while rubbing my nipples with a rough thumb. She looked down to see me bucking my hips beneath her in an attempt to rub my clit against my boxers. 

She scoffed and shook her head. “Thought you wanted this slow,” she taunted. She pressed her weight against me, keeping my pelvis down on the mattress. A pathetic whimper came from my throat, which I tried and failed to turn into a frustrated growl. I gave a half-hearted push against her wrists, trying to make her move down from my tits. She raised a brow at my boldness. The glance she shot me made my heart flutter. 

“Oh,” she gasped. “Shit, sorry. You want me here, yeah?” Her fingers ran across my nipples one last time, making me shudder before coming down to my stomach. She stopped on the upper curve of pudge and continued her light scratches. I bit my lip, keeping in my laughter while pushing harder against her wrists.

She lifted her hands and shrugged. “What?”

“Quit teasing me,” I said.

Vi sighed. “Fine,” she huffed. And so she went down… Only to stop at my happy trail.

I couldn’t hold in my laughter anymore. I nearly yelled; “Dude, holy shit.” I reached out to grab her wrists and lead her hands for her. Instead, the tables were turned with her rough, bandaged hands wrapping around and holding my wrists together. My breath hitched. My chest tightened at the sight of her staring into my eyes. She wouldn’t free me from the tundra that was her glare. I could’ve pushed back. I could’ve tried to buck her off my body. But I was at the point that I wouldn't dare try to resist. I needed her to ease this ache, no matter how she made me submit.

After what felt like a year of eye contact, she tossed my hands to the side. Her eyes trailed down my body until it stopped at the hem of my sweatpants. Her fingers hooked into them. I could feel them curl into my boxers. She looked up at me. My cheeks were so warm. I almost broke the skin with how hard I was biting my lip. 

“So this is what you want,” Vi said. She got off my pelvis, grabbing my ass to lift my hips. She pulled down my pants and boxers; the room temperature hit my cunt like howling winds. My hand went over my mouth, my excited breathing tickling my fingers. Vi let my trousers rest at my ankles as she looked at my crotch, running her fingers through the trimmed hairs and seeing how my clit and entrance was slick with arousal.

“Fuck,” she hissed. Her thumb stroked my clit. I groaned as it throbbed beneath her. The wet rubbing of fluid against flesh tingled in my sensitive ears. “You could’ve told me you were this fucking desperate.”

“You couldn’t tell?” I teased. Another weak whimper escaped me as she pressed harder against my bud. I could hardly speak. I wasn’t much of a moaner but my god I was whining like a sad dog. My nails hooked into the bed sheets as she switched from her thumb to her middle and index fingertips. She stroked down my clitoral hood, lightly squeezing as she pumped slowly. She ran her digits down my vulva, spreading my wetness and teasing my entrance while understanding that I didn’t want to be penetrated. A haze fogged over my mind, making her speech nearly incomprehensible.

“You were bucking over fucking chin rubbing, how could I not tell?” Vi said. She gave my cunt a light pat, pushing down on my lips and pressing her middle finger against my clit. “But you being this wet? This fucking hard? I mean, not that I wouldn’t have teased you as much, but, y’know. Might’ve sped up a little.”

Vi shifted, moving my hips and backing up so her head could be between my legs. She sighed, her warm breath making my nerves flutter as she bathed in the scent of my arousal. She tapped my thigh, signalling me to look down at her. 

“How about this,” she said. “You keep still, keep your voice down, and I’ll let you cum. No edging, none of that. Got it?”

“Vi…” I whimpered. Her thumb went back to rubbing circles on my clit. My head fell back as a wave of pleasure went up my belly. “Got it,” I said with a flustered giggle.

She laughed softly. I felt her wet lips kiss just above my cunt. “Good.”

(I never got to cum, because I lost focus and the dream turned into an adventure through the woods and into Ikea. Also I turned into a manticore and ate popcorn.)

[starrystevie]

make you burn | written by rogersharringtons on ao3

eddie’s kneeling in the corner, naked, his bare heels digging into his ass as his hands flex against his back. the sun is shining through the big bay window, painting the expanses of his pale skin in beautiful rays of gold and shining off the brown leather of steve’s belt tied tightly around his wrists. from steve's vantage point on the couch, eddie looks like the perfect picture of obedience, his head resting slightly against the wall, frizzy curls tumbling over his back, muscles flexing as he tries to discreetly adjust himself into a more comfortable position. steve told him to stay still and quiet so he could read his book and he is, he’s being good, except- “goddamnit, steve, please…” -he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.

explicit | 7k

tags: modern au, firefighter steve harrington, dom steve, sub eddie, rough oral sex, kneeling, begging, boot humping/licking, spit kink, come eating, puppy play, face slapping, under-negotiated kink, implied consent

written for @subeddieweek !

[fabdante]

The Party Animal and the Goth

Duncan tried to tell her before they showed up that this would be different. She should give it a try. It’d been years since the last party she went to with him (she’d been dating Trent at the time to, something Duncan further blamed for her bad time). Maybe she’d like it now. And Duncan wouldn’t leave her alone, he swore. No awkward hanging out by herself and the dog should they have one. And if Trent was there, Duncan would punch him just for her. Blah blah. All sorts of promises. Well. She wasn’t into it. Like she said she wouldn’t be. Duncan fucked off somewhere else. Like she thought he would. And she saw her ex Trent floating around and she was doing everything in her power to avoid any awkward small talk that would ensue the second he saw her again. Like she feared.  Of course the party was going to be that predictable. She should have put money on it. And there wasn't even a dog. Around midnight she’d gotten sick of the whole thing. But Duncan was off doing something (hopefully not someone) and Geoff found her. They talked. She mentioned maybe looking for DJ and leaving. But Geoff lit up like she’d just told him he won a prize and her night got a little weird. Instead of just saying bye or helping her find DJ or literally anything else, Geoff was instantly offering to talk her back to her dorm. So that got her where she was now, walking with Geoff away from his party.  What the fuck.

Summery: A classic 'Geoff walks Gwen home' story set in the year of 2013/2014, in which Gwen has decided to leave a party early and Geoff has decided he'll walk her home. (College AU, no camp.)

Words: 4,274

Rating: Teen (swearing)

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[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Thoughts about the Minecraft movie trailer?

Imagine if it had all been filmed inside of minecraft, SMP style. It would be so funny to see the most intense scene and on screen its just 🧍‍♀️🧍🏽‍♂️

The trailer is...... something. Not something good, but it definitely exists. What a timeline we live in.

Does anyone know what the like to dislike ratio looks like right now?

[4suitedplayingcard]

this was supossed to be a doodle but i think my brain got possesed or smth ._.

[nathgraphicart]

Love is not that great :/

instagram l tiktok l bluesky l twitter

[sunflower-chai]

can’t find a gifset to rb so this is me announcing i just watched enola holmes

[auriidae]

quick doodles because i watched dungeon meshi ep 17 today and absolutely adore falin's chimera design + wanted to draw it but didn't feel confident in my ability to do her yet... so ethubs it is :) also alternate dragon bdubs design (ft art improvement !!)

[bigtreefest]

Let the games begin

[rkn001]

you gotta keep what's precious, and hold onto it tight baby!

[waitmyturtles]

There's no other gif that describes how I feel right now:

27 episodes of a Thai lakorn will age ya! 27 episodes. Through the holidays, weather and family emergencies, work, and fandom drama, I did it. I can finally start WRITING again for my Old GMMTV Challenge and start watching my next show. GAAAAAAHHHH.

[ritzcrackee]

"everything alright kristen?"