#hes sooo‼️

[ssongsboo]

Alr so Imagine beach sex with juhan BUT when the sun sets casting a soft glow over his pretty features and defining his body even more, making everything so beautiful, as you both are on cloud 9 and lose yourself in each other (yes this was inspired by the pictures LMAO)

the air is warm, carrying the faint scent of salt and the distant crashing of waves, the sun sinking slowly into the horizon and bathing the beach in hues of gold and amber. but none of it registers compared to the way juhan looks under the setting sun. the golden light paints his skin in soft, warm hues, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the curve of his lips. his hair catches the breeze, framing his face like a portrait too perfect to be real.

it’s just the two of you on the secluded beach, the world around fading into a blur as he presses you gently into the sand. the warmth of his body contrasts with the coolness of the grains beneath you, and the glow of the sunset creates a halo around him as he leans in closer, his lips capturing yours with a fervor that makes your heart race.

"do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless, the roughness of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands trail over your body, fingers tracing every curve as though committing you to memory, every touch deliberate and reverent.

the sun dips lower, casting long shadows and deepening the golden glow over his features. his body moves against yours, slow and intoxicating, every motion purposeful as he draws you deeper into the moment. his eyes meet yours, filled with an intensity that steals your breath away, and it's as if the rest of the world ceases to exist- just him, the fading light, and the way he makes you feel like you're floating.

"god, you're stunning," he murmurs against your skin, his voice deep and gravelly, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands follow the curve of your hips, his fingertips digging slightly into your skin as he positions you just the way he wants. there’s an undeniable hunger in his movements, but also an aching tenderness that makes every touch feel like a worshipful act.

when he presses into you, the initial stretch has your breath hitching, your fingers instinctively clutching at his shoulders. he stills, his forehead resting against yours as his warm breath fans across your face. "are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with need. you nod, whispering his name like a prayer, and it's all the encouragement he needs.

juhan starts to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling in a rhythm that matches the waves lapping at the shore. the friction is maddeningly perfect, each thrust dragging pleasure through your body and leaving you trembling beneath him. his hands roam your body, one gripping your thigh and pulling it higher around his waist, the other bracing himself above you, the muscles in his arm flexing with every motion.

the golden light of the sunset dances over his face, casting shadows that emphasize the furrow of his brows and the way his mouth falls open as he loses himself in you. his name slips from your lips like a mantra, and he responds with quiet groans that only fuel the fire pooling low in your belly.

as the sky turns to shades of pink and orange, his pace quickens, his breath mingling with yours as your bodies move in perfect harmony. as the pace intensifies, his control starts to fray. the softness in his movements gives way to a raw, unfiltered passion, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to send shockwaves through your entire body. the sound of skin meeting skin mingles with the distant crash of waves and the breathless cries spilling from both of you.

"look at me," he whispers, his voice softer now, almost pleading, as if he needs to see your expression just as much as you need to see his. his hands cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away the stray grains of sand as he gazes down at you. in this light, he's mesmerizing- his muscles taut, his features defined, and his lips swollen and parted as he loses himself in you.

your release comes like a wave cresting and breaking, crashing over you with a force that has your back arching and your fingers digging into his shoulders. he follows soon after, his body stiffening, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets out a deep, guttural groan that you'll never forget.

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. the sky has darkened to a soft lavender, the first stars beginning to twinkle above, but juhan’s glow hasn't faded.

he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your temple as his hand trails lazily up and down your side, pulling you close, his arm draped protectively around your waist as the ocean sings its quiet lullaby.

and in that moment, as the day melts into night, you know there's nowhere else you'd rather be than wrapped in his warmth, tangled together beneath the endless sky.

[gallusgalluss]

serenity 🌼💕

for an art trade with @sootnuki! gay gods be upon ye

[sheepthatgobaa]

Artblock hit me like a truck and in honor of defeating it here's a shitpost

[ghonorrhead]

gyjo omegaverse because IDGAF!!!

[auntiejohn]

he spoke to me soooo he literally wants me

[empanadaenthusiazt]

bumblebee is so me in this new movie i wanna put him in a blender

[t4tcecilos]

HE SHOULD BE AT THE CLUBBBB

[maxbytes]

not me imagining doof teaching max how to do different forms of physical intimacy bc he's a clueless alien from a repressed society so he's never been in a relationship and doesn't know how kissing works

[birdricks]

every member of the smith/sanchez family is autistic and queer. see my vision

[timothylawrence]

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : just the tip hihi

⟢ sex and red wine .ᐟ

hyungseok is between your legs, hands resting lazily on your thighs as he licks into you with no urgency, no real effort- just slow, teasing drags of his tongue that keep you on edge but never push you over. he’s warm, wet, maddeningly casual about it, like he has all the time in the world, like he’s just enjoying himself while you struggle beneath him.

you try to move, to roll your hips up for more, but his grip tightens, fingers digging in just enough to remind you who’s in control.

“patience, baby,” he murmurs against you, voice thick with amusement.

you let out a frustrated whimper, back arching off the bed. “hyungseok, please-”

he hums, like he’s considering it, but all he does is flick his tongue lazily over your clit again, making your thighs twitch. it’s not enough. not even close.

“please,” you whine again, fingers tangling in his hair, trying to guide him, but he doesn’t budge. he hums against you, the vibrations making your whole body shudder, but the way he’s taking his time is driving you insane.

“please what?” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your clit before flicking his tongue over it again, slow and teasing, before pulling back again.

you swallow, cheeks burning. “just—” you hesitate, embarrassed, but he just raises an eyebrow, waiting.

“more,” you beg, tugging at his hair, but he just smirks, chin glistening as he looks up at you.

“more?” he echoes, tilting his head like he doesn’t understand. “i am giving you more than enough- more than you deserve. you just don’t appreciate it.”

you let out a frustrated groan, hands tightening in his hair, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything except watch you with that smug little smile, fingers rubbing slow, featherlight circles over your thigh- everywhere except where you need him.

“hyungseok, please-”

you suck in a shaky breath, frustration burning in your stomach. “please just fuck me.”

his smirk widens. “oh? you’re begging an awful lot right now.” he leans in again, lips brushing against your inner thigh, voice thick with amusement. “what happened to all that attitude from earlier?”

you whimper, shaking your head, squirming beneath him. “i was just- i didn’t mean it.”

he clicks his tongue. “mhm. too bad. i kinda liked seeing you like that.” his fingers trail teasingly between your legs, barely dipping inside before pulling away again. “now you just sound desperate.”

you are. you are desperate, body aching, frustration knotting tighter and tighter until you can’t take it anymore.

“hyungseok,” you gasp, voice shaking. “just the tip. please. just- just the tip, that’s all, i swear-”

he stills, eyes darkening as he lets your words sink in. then, slowly, a smirk spreads across his face.

“just the tip?” he echoes, shifting up until he’s hovering over you, lips brushing against your ear. “that’s all you want?”

you nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close, trying to get anything from him. “yes, please, just the tip-”

he exhales sharply, pretending to consider it, then he shifts, pressing just the very tip inside, just enough to make you gasp, make your whole body tense in anticipation.

and then he stops again.

you let out a choked whimper, nails digging into his back, and he laughs, pressing a slow, mocking kiss to your cheek.

“you’re so cute when you beg,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. “but you’re even cuter when you don’t get what you want.”

hyungseok rolls his hips just enough to make you gasp, just enough to make your walls clench around him, but he pulls back before you can do anything about it, leaving you aching, empty, desperate for more.

“fuck,” he groans, voice low, strained, but his grip on your waist stays firm, refusing to let you take what you want. “so tight… you’d take me so well, wouldn’t you?”

you whimper, nails digging into his back, trying to push down, to get more, but he just laughs, lips brushing against your ear. “ah, but you insisted, didn’t you?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “just the tip.”

he rocks forward, pressing in so slowly, stretching you open by an inch, before pulling back once again, dragging his length against your entrance, teasing you with every slow, deliberate movement.

“aww, look at you,” he hums, trailing kisses down your neck, enjoying the way your breath hitches every time he almost gives in. “you’re shaking. you want it that bad?”

“yes,” you gasp, hands fisting in the sheets. “hyungseok, please, i-” he smirks, kissing the corner of your lips as he thrusts in just a fraction deeper, making your whole body jolt.

hyungseok lets out a low chuckle, rolling his hips just enough to make you gasp, just enough to let you feel just how thick and warm he is inside you, before pulling back again, keeping only the very tip buried in your heat.

your whole body tenses, frustration bubbling over as you try to rock your hips down, but his grip on your waist tightens, holding you still.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs, breath hot against your ear. then, his voice drops lower, teasing, cruel.

“that’s what you could’ve gotten if you didn’t act like a brat all day.”

your breath catches, a desperate whimper slipping from your lips as he drags himself out, teasing your entrance with slow, lazy strokes before pressing just the tip back in.

“you’re so wet,” he muses, voice thick with amusement. “and for what? this little bit?” he rocks forward again, barely an inch, watching the way your lashes flutter, the way your mouth parts on a choked gasp.

“so pathetic,” he hums, nipping at your jaw. “you were all mouth earlier, and now look at you. completely at my mercy.”

you whimper, eyes glassy, hands fisting in the sheets. “hyungseok, please-”

he tilts his head, pretending to think. “please what? use your words, baby.”

“more,” you beg, voice shaking. “i need more, please-”

he groans, his restraint wavering for just a second before he smirks, dragging his lips down your throat. “hmm. i could…” he trails off, teasing your entrance again, dragging his tip along your slick folds, making you shudder.

then he leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice nothing but a breathy whisper, “but do you deserve it?”

[compacflt]

If you want, and only if you want to, could you explain about making Logistics a big part of Ice's career path? Not only did fit so well with your Ice's characterization, it was just so neat I've made it my HC for Ice's career path.

yes!

I got REALLy deep into the defense policy weeds in this post so I’m putting a cut to save people’s dashboards

1. when i was rewriting chapters 8 &9 last winter i did literally the bare minimum of research about the current set of high-level officers. the commander of the pacific fleet at the time had previously been the director of pacific fleet logistics ordnance & supply. So that was easy to yoink. a proven chain of succession.

2. but also: it fit ice’s (or his alter ego admiral Kazansky’s) neat, orderly, effective, collected, strategic characterization. And as professional tactics go, there would be no better promotion for a high-level officer looking to take over the fleet than DFLOS. understand the fleet by the numbers, you comprehensively understand the fleet.

3. In terms of secret-keeping logistics, ice is supposed to be kind of the best. like, because of his logistical thinking, he & maverick get away with it. Or that’s how I would’ve written it if I were a little smarter. Obviously in practice a bunch of people find out so it’s not great. but the navy AS A WHOLE doesn’t find out.

4. The field of military logistics is rigorously bureaucratic, boring, soulsucking, selfdefeating, notoriously corrupt, and yet entirely necessary for the military to succeed at any level (in the very first draft of WWGATTAI i included a famous US marine corps maxim that most people have heard at some point: “amateurs talk tactics. professionals talk logistics.” but that was literally the only good thing about the original chapter 6 which got entirely rewritten a month after i published it). So logistics as a field of specialization fit in perfectly with my secondary character thesis that rising through the boring bureaucratic ranks of the Navy sucked all the humanity & will to live out of ice one day at a time.

a couple related interesting things that I’ve never talked about on this blog & might never get the chance to again:

a) ice canonically joins the navy as a fighter pilot & ends his career as a glorified bureaucrat. that sucks. obviously the struggle to rise in the ranks is a notoriously cutthroat, political, sleazy business (you do not get to the top of the United States Navy by being nice to people), but i would also not be the first person to say that—for exemplary officers—leadership is an EXPECTATION that can counterbalance someone’s natural drive to excel, if that makes sense. You get promoted because you’re good at something (flying), but you get promoted away from the thing you were good at. There is an extent to which you have to fight for a promotion—but there is also an extent to which commanders above you pick you for the job, suck you up along the pipeline. Loss of agency—a major major component of joining the military—does still apply to upper-level officers.

B) to that end, i am reminded of one quote from Todd Schmidt’s 2023 book “Silent Coup of the Guardians: US Military Elite Influence on National Security.” This is an Army training & doctrine commander speaking: “the military has a lot of two- and three-star senior leaders that were confident, charismatic commanders at the O-6 level. But that’s the end of the story. One in fifty, maybe one in a hundred, truly have what it takes to operate successfully at the strategic level and make a real difference for their service. The problem is that they all tend to think that, since they have stars on their shoulders, they’re the one.” —I’ve been writing ice as “The Chosen One,” the officer unicorn, for two reasons: one, it provides him cover for his illegal relationship (and also asks an interesting chicken-egg question: does he get away with his rlnship because he’s so good, or is he so good JUST to get away with his relationship?); and two, he’s “the chosen one” in canon, i.e. he already has four stars in canon: canonically he is not a mediocre officer. But most officers (cough cough maverick) are not cut out for high-level leadership.

C.) in Thomas E. Ricks’ book “The Generals,” Ricks argues that (at least in the Army) mediocrity in the general/flag officer ranks is unfortunately by design. In WWII, if you were a mediocre officer, you got relieved! You got fired! It’s part of why we won: merciless culling of the general officer ranks! But between WWII and Korea, officer relief began to be associated with shame & wasted resources. Mediocre officers got promoted anyways. The military elite pipeline sucks mediocrity up the chain of command. Ricks blames this issue for (at least the Army’s) shit leadership in every post-WWII war, including but most especially Iraq and Afghanistan. There’s no penalty for mediocrity. That in turn reflects on military strategy (mediocre strategists at the helm) & the outcome of every military foray (mediocre outcomes).

D) additionally. There’s a whole neverending debate in the field of civil-military relations (an extremely interesting field of study btw) about the corporatization of the military—lots of high-level talk over the years of “running the military like a business.” If you get kinda into defense policy like me (am i still antimilitary? Idk! but i CAN easily tell you i am against the navy’s littoral combat ship program! It sucks!) then you will know that the navy is struggling right now on a lot of different fronts (procurement [shipbuilding esp. is a disaster—ford-class carriers are under budget though 👍🏽], recruitment, theatre prioritization, general preparedness, readiness against major adversaries [China in particular]). Simply, the navy is pretty mediocre at the minute. I talk a big game about ice being COMPACFLT & SECNAV, but if those are true, & if he “exists” in our current timeline, or even canon timeline (COMPACFLT in 2020), then he’s complicit in a lot of why the navy is sucking ass right now. He didn’t do his job very well. LOL. So, because I love (especially my version of) ice too much to see his legacy suffer, I am stating for the record that my timeline is a different timeline where ice saves the navy from itself and fixes all its issues & solves all its problems & makes it the pride of the armed forces & the tip of the spear of American defense :) because I said so

E.) unrelated but important. It sounds obvious but it must be said. Ice dies on the job in TGM canon. To the extent that in earlier drafts of the script, not-his-sister-Sarah even points out to maverick that ice is still active duty, in the same breath as she tells him ice is sick again. (A wise move to remove that line.) ice does not resign his commission. Ice does not retire to spend time with his family at the end of his life. Ice dies as commander of the pacific fleet. He dies on the job; he dies FOR the job, bureaucratic as it is. If you were wondering why I wrote ice so dormantly suicidal, it’s because canon (i argue) has made it clear that—since the second ice signed up to be a fighter pilot during the Cold War to the second he died active duty—ice has ALWAYS been ready and willing to die for his honorable Navy career.

[adhdtsukasa]

why won't the big tsukasa eat the little tsukasa

[lemongogo]

[chesapeakebane]

some people think “you have no idea of her strength” was pointless narrative dickriding re: lestat but i think it was absolutely fucking perfect. praising his daughter’s virtues while memorizing the big speech he will give to defame her in front of a jeering crowd and condemn her to death

[loverboybrightsideghost]

zolf is soooooo op <3333