ovulation being a hell of a drug that ends up getting steddie together like
eddie and queen bee stevie harrington who have a weird kind of friendship where they share like. Everything. not a single secret between them. like eddie's got stevie's cycle pretty much memorised and she knows about every inappropriately timed boner he's ever had. and they're talking one day, smoking, shooting the shit, and there's a second of silence before stevie's like. oh my god. im so horny im gonna die. and eddie's like huh what. and stevie goes like there's a stain on your wall that's kind of shaped like a sperm and that made me think about cum and now im all bricked up. my vaginas haunted. fucking sperm shaped stain.
and eddie's like. wait girls- ok you know what im saying this in my head and im realising this sounds dumb but like. i thought girls didn't like. Get Like That. like i thought random horniness at a stiff breeze was a guy thing
and stevie snorts like nope girls get it too we just get to hide it bc we don't get boners. swear to god there's like a week of every month where i get fucking possessed or some shit. robin says it's like a period thing
but you're not on your period?
and stevie's like no it's like. the opposite of a period. like your period is your uterus being like hey you fucked up you're not pregnant but Horny Week is your uterus being like okay im ready let's get a baby in there time to get pregnant you know what to do. it's called like. oval. something. oval something. im all fertile and my body's trying to trick me, the fuckn prick.
and eddie just kinda goes huh and then there's another second of silence where he tries very hard not to think about stevie being pregnant. and then stevie throws her arms up with a frustrated sigh like god DAMN it now im thinking about being pregnant and eddie's internally like well at least it's not just me
and anyway another joint later this obviously devolves into stevie shoving eddie's hand down her pants and telling him please it'll be so quick he doesn't even have to do anything and she just ruts against his hand while he stares at her bc he's so high and the girl he's basically in love with just told him how fertile she was and then started rubbing her incredibly wet pussy against his hand and he feels like he might pass out
they do this and more about once a month for like a year until stevie does actually get pregnant. her stupid uterus successfully tricked her 😔✊
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My first thought upon seeing this was he's so cute he looks so young, but then it hit me- He Is In Fact Only 18 Years Old.
I was so used to the idea of 36 year old Kim Rok Soo and 40 something Cale henituse souls that I completely forgot the current timeline Cale.
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Anyway I got back into starwars again and this fanfic^ by @jackdaw-kraai has been one of my faves. Vader redemption, found family, BAMF Luke, world building, & humor.
Here’s some illustrations & sketches
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One thing I always come back to thinking about in terms of Bingge v Bingmei is how they allow themselves vulnerability.
To put it plain and simple, Bingge does not. Who’s he going to open up to? Mobei-jun? His second in command, the guy who really always has to trust his authority, absolutely not. Definitely not any of his wives because I don’t think he sees them as real people. His own Shen Qingqiu is dead and also hated him. He’s got all these walls up, in the form of power and authority and seduction and wealth and cannot let those come down because in his experience it gets you hurt or worse
But our Binghe very much does. Sure, his tears and puppy dog eyes are 75% of the time a way to manipulate SQQ into letting him have his way, but 1. A lot of the time he’s manipulating SQQ into giving him hug and kissie or something like that and 2. Before you can start sniffling and crying as your one-hit-KO weapon you have to know that the person you’re sniffling and crying at isn’t going to think less of you for your tears, that they aren’t going to make fun of you, that they’re just going to sigh fondly and let you win. In the wedding extra, Binghe is very open about his anxieties over not being good enough and being rejected. Which, if you’ve ever told someone that you have a lot of anxiety over something involving them you’ll know, takes some guts. Overall, he’s a bit of a clingy needy loser and his husband (also a clingy needy loser) loves that about him
Imagine Bingge seeing this weak and pathetic version of himself, one that gets fussed over and allows it, one that cries and gets pouty like a child, and that’s the one that’s loved and happy. The version of him that directly contradicts everything he thinks about himself
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