#hm... dormancy.... weird...

[unsaidace]

You no longer stan oliver cos he said he wanted his character who bi to be actively bisexual (and not have that erased as many shows tend to do)

To instead stan Lou 'it good they got me a straight man instead of a gay actor so they can be more masculine gay guys on tv' Ferringo jr

Ok

Nah, see, this is what we’re not gonna fucking do.

You wanna talk about why I unstanned Oliver? Okay, let’s talk about it. I have two issues with him right now. My first issue isn’t with him wanting Buck to be “actively bisexual”, as you put it, though any bisexual is actively bisexual just by ✨existing✨. I’m bisexual myself, I promise we don’t go into some weird fucking sexuality dormancy just because we’re single, that’s not how that works. My issue is with HOW he said it. Saying he wants to see Buck “sleeping around Wedding Crashers style” and “we could go guy, guy, girl, girl, guy, guy” isn’t exactly filling me with faith in him and his prior promise of not falling into stereotypes. The phrasing makes it sound like he thinks Buck has to sleep around in order for his bisexuality to be “valid” or whatever, which is bullshit.

My second issue with OS; where was this energy in every other breakup? If he’d been saying “oh, Buck should sleep around a bit now and enjoy being single” after Ali, or Taylor, or Natalia, I’d be okay with it being said this time. Because at least it’d be consistent. But no. After Natalia, he said he wanted to get Buck “off the hamster wheel” of revolving door relationships and casual hook-ups. How in the fuck does this do any of that? Hm? You tell me.

As for Lou, I was unaware that he’d made a comment like that. If he has, that’s also abhorrent behaviour and I’ll be unstanning him too, once I’ve done my own research.

Don’t come into my inbox with this bitchy ass energy again, because you’ll just get a bitchy ass response in return.

[3ldrtchh0rr0rsys]

How I got Milo out of dormancy: A step by step guide 🩷

"hm... Y'know what? I'm done being insecure, I'm just going to stop doing that and live out my anime girl dreams!"

*distant screaming*

"Huh that's weird, anyways my life is falling apart and I feel like I'm dying so I'm going to sexualize myself for the greater good."

*pitter pattern of footsteps* "ALEX WHAT THE FUCK??"

"Oh hi (Milo's old name) good to see you again!"

Milo then had a two day straight panic attack, became host, and almost immediately got groomed. Don't worry, I'm still plotting the murder but I refuse to get impure blood on my hands :3

-Alexis

[spade-club]

Im overwhelmed and im coming to believe theres a lot of shit going on. I feel really overwhelmed. Just learned in this exact moment that we got drunk recently. Allegedly was not a good idea. Theres a person in our life that if I knew more about id be ripping my teeth out in pain and embarrassment, I can just feel it. Our social battery is so full lately its been fueling some wild decisions. I want to lay in bed forever and rot away. My head is killing me. Trauma has been flying around us. Theres no good news. Nothing to console me. Just listening to music and calmly freaking out over it all because I dont know anything thats going on. I feel like im being subdued. I dont feel upset but I also feel awful. I dont feel anything though. Its weird. This bed isnt as comfortable as my old one...

[8iceptual]

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[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟛: 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰-𝔪𝔞𝔰

A/N: Is the title horrible? yes, im sorry. also, I realize I'm hella late... I fell asleep last night and then while finishing it today, I may have gotten slightly carried away.... ._. anyways... here you go lol MERRY KISSMAS ❤️💚 -kuri

@yukihime-mikeys-girl [if youre interested... 😶]

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Sano Manjiro (Mikey) x F!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

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“Wake up.” A voice called while you laid in bed, still half asleep. Letting out only a muffled groan in response, you shifted positions to cuddle the figure next to you.

“Wake up,” he repeated once more, poking a finger at your cheek. Groaning again, this time you shook your head, unwilling to disrupt your comfy slumber.

“C’mon, it’s Christmas. Wake up,” he whined, gently patting the top of your head.

“Why does Christmas mean I have to wake up early?” you argued back groggily.

“To open presents.”

“Alright, fine,” you answered grudgingly, stretching your arms out and finally succumbing to his wishes, albeit very slowly. It took all your energy just to open your heavy eyes, vision still blurry and out of focus as your body slowly recuperated from your short lived, peaceful dormancy. Soon enough, as your vision cleared, you could make out a bushel of green dangling over your head, branches of little round leaves embellished with small white berries that were definitely unmistakable… mistletoe.

“What is this?” you asked, pointing up at the plant that had obviously been attached intentionally to the headboard of the bed.

“Hm… looks like mistletoe,” Mikey answered casually, acting as though there was nothing weird at all about the situation.

“Yes, I know it’s mistletoe. Thanks, Captain Obvious. Why is it here?”

“Maybe Santa put it there last night because I wrote in my letter that my girlfriend hasn’t been giving me enough kisses lately.”

“What do you mean I don’t give you enough kisses? I kiss you every day when you leave in the morning and then again when you come home.”

“Not enough.”

Closing his eyes and puckering his lips, he waited patiently for you to follow through with the renowned mistletoe tradition. You groaned at his childish neediness, but at the same time, could you really say no to kissing the love of your life? Squishing his cheeks together you pulled his face into yours, smushing your lips against his into a messy kiss.

“Is that enough for you?” you teased, still holding his face as you pulled away.

“No. I want more,” he insisted. Closing his eyes and puckering his lips once more, he anticipated the feeling of your soft lips on his, but you had another idea up your sleeve. In his vulnerable state, you took the opportunity to grab him by the wrists and climb on top of him, pinning him down to the bed and leaving him laying wide-eyed beneath you. His startled expression however, quickly softened into a suggestive smirk, taking your advance as a sign that things would be taking a steamy turn on this chilly Christmas morning… and right he was.

Crashing your lips against his, you slid your tongue into his mouth and he happily welcomed it with a lustful moan. As your slick muscles waltzed together in the warm cavern sealed between your lips, you released your grip around Mikey’s wrists to instead, cup his soft cheeks in your hands as your heated make-out session grew increasingly fervent. Upon being freed, his hands went immediately to your ass, giving it a light smack before carelessly roaming the rest of your body.

Your lips soon began to wander as well, trailing from his lips to his ear, along his jaw and down his neck, all the while eliciting the sweetest sounds from him. His hard cock throbbed beneath you as you continued to work your way down his bare torso from his collarbones, all the way down his chest and his abs to his hips and chiselled v-cut. Now sitting between his legs, your face hovered right over his crotch, the strained erection in his dark briefs begging for relief.

“I bet you want more kisses down here too, huh?” you asked in your “seductive voice” as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down just enough for his manhood to spring free.

“Yes, I definitely don’t get enough kisses down there,” he answered eagerly, watching your every move like a hawk in anticipation of the amazing pleasure that only you could bestow upon him.

Wrapping your fingers around his firm shaft, you pumped him a few times before leaning in to plant a big, wet kiss right at the tip before travelling down the rest length.

“How’s that?” you asked upon reaching the base.

“Amazing…” he answered in a state of bliss, “But I still want more.”

“So greedy on Christmas,” you scoffed as you slowly stroked him, forcing pre-cum to ooze out and drop down the underside of his member.

“Your kisses are too good, I can never get enough.”

Your lips curved up into a small grin at his needy, but pure words. You’d never realized until now how fond he was of your kisses. Initially, you’d gotten defensive when he said you didn’t kiss him enough, but now you were starting to think maybe he was right. You could definitely get used to having more moments like these.

Kissing your way back up to the tip, you lapped up the copious pre-cum that had accumulated there, and at the feeling of your soft tongue grazing his sensitive cock, he let out a throaty groan followed by a string of praises, letting you know how damn good you made him feel. You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation in your hand as you slowly took him into your mouth, lips encompassing his thick girth. He watched intently as you hollowed your cheeks, your tongue flush against his underside as you slid as far down his length as your throat would allow.

“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers entangling your smooth locks, “Go faster, baby.”

You didn’t hesitate at all to comply, immediately changing your slow drawn out pace to bobbing your head instead. From such a small change, you could tell you’d gotten him substantially closer to climaxing from the expression on his face and the way his body has become more tense. He was doing his best to fight it, wanting to bask for as long as he could on cloud nine, but with how well you took his cock, he knew that in due time he’d have no choice.

He groaned as you withdrew from him with a pop, temporarily pumping him to keep him stimulated as you spoke. “I guess, we really don’t do these things enough, huh? You look like you’re about to cum already.”

“Yeah, it feels like I’m a virgin again,” he joked breathily, still trying to maintain his composure amidst the casual talk.

“Nah, the first time I sucked you off, you hardly lasted two seconds,” you teased back with a playful giggle.

“Shut up…” he chuckled nervously, “I lasted for at least a good minute, alright?”

“Such amazing stamina Mr. Mighty Gang-Leader sir!”

“Are you asking to be annihilated?” he sat up aggressively, grabbing you by the jaw, but still, the two of you continued to laugh in the process.

“Yes sir!” you replied without a second thought.

“Alright then, hands and knees. Now.”

Quickly removing your panties, you flung them onto the floor and got into position just like he’d asked.

“You’re not gonna last long,” you mocked, hoping to rile him up so he’d be rougher with you.

“Yeah? Well neither are you because I’m not cumming until you do,” he shoots back just as he slams his cock into you.

“Mikey!” you yelped, fisting at the bed for leverage. It’d been a while since the last time the two of you had been intimate but still, he knew exactly how you liked it and hit all the right spots without even trying. Despite being reluctant to admit it, Mikey really was a man of his word given he had you on the brink of orgasm in a record time and he was still seemingly going strong.

“M-Mikey, I’m so close,” you struggled to say whilst he continued to ram his hips into yours erratically.

“Well don’t hold back,” he nearly growled, picking up his pace even further. At that point, you knew he had the upper hand and you wouldn’t be lasting much longer now.

“I’m gonna—” you started, body quivering, tension building as you anticipated your climax.

“Fuck, me too,” Mikey interrupted, his grip on your hips bruising as he rode out his high, releasing his warm juices into you. You came only moments after, your tight walls clenching around him enhancing his orgasm enough to evoke one last throaty groan from him before the two of you collapsed into the soft duvet.

“You came first,” you commented, rubbing salt in the wound just as the two of you got comfortable.

“Yeah, yeah, I would’ve lasted longer without the foreplay…” he pouted, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“That was a great Christmas gift by the way,” you added to lighten the mood, “I’d be happy getting that every year.”

“What about the rest of the year?”

“Oh? I thought you only wanted more kisses?”

“You’re being such a bully on Christmas…” Mikey whined pulling you closer to him, “It should all be included in the same package.”

“Alright, alright,” you chuckled, combing your fingers through his long silky tresses, “Merry Christmas, babe. I promise more kisses… plus the whole package next year, okay?”

He only hummed to acknowledge your promise for the new year before he responded, “Merry Christmas. I love you.”

[heylinfanclub]

Okay deep breaths I remembered my reasoning. For a season Normal Math wasn’t working. So much of gloreal time is based in their own cultural biases and assumptions fhhfhf. They really enjoy the concept of being ‘outside of time’, they celebrate seasonal holidays ‘off the month’. They recognize the transitional period as being outside the year. Etc.

But I’m still going absolutely. FERAL INSANE MAD. that I don’t immediately understand my own fucking ideas. I just want SHIT TO MAKE ffUCKING COHERENT SENSE. But would I yell at an alien for not understanding them? 🥺 breathe

It’s something about the axial tilt…. When the MOON PULLS THE PLANET. IT PULLS ON THE TILT IN A PATTERNED WAY. THIS MEANS WHEN IT PULLS IT TOO AND FROM ITS NEARNESS TO THE SUN, ITS SWAPPING THE TILT FASTER THAN THE PLANET WOULD SPIN TO THAT POSITION NATURALLY.

(L swap) When going from WINTER to YANKED TOWARD THE SUN, planet rapidly heats up, gets really moist, lots of flooding. —- they call the beginning of the next year summer, and weather patterns tend to follow reasonable tracks. The start the year hotter than usual, it’s so fUCKIN HUMID for the first two months, but then plants start shriveling up and acting weird (dormancy and aestivation states abound), icy winters and barely-notable springs. But the summer and autumn bring the HEAT.

(R swap) When it goes from Spring to Lead Away From the Sun, it’s actually generally a more gentle swap, and with the northern hemispheres current direction towards sun prolonged due to slowing of the spin from the pull. —- During this time the planet has an extra long spring, a tepid summer, a drier winter (how plants prefer it) and then eases back into bountiful springs.

— being further from the sun make the planet drier and colder, being closer makes it warmer and wetter. When the planet is cold/dry, life is naturally adapted for managing their levels of moisture and heat. When the planet is hot/humid, plants take the cue to sort of put any of their most thermoregulatory actions to rest, but that can usually mean All Actions (movement make warm, digesting make warm,,,,). Except mating. Some even take the time to Mate then Die during the L. Which allows the next cycle to sprout new life, that life to find a place to hunker down before the floods of the cycle that follows—- (matedeath >cycle> born/hide >cycles> root/grow >cycles> GROW GROW GROW >cycle> matedeath!)

- thoughts to have I suppose; the concept of the moon approaching from the side with light (pulling them into L seasons), or approaching away from the sun (pulling them into R seasons). It’s basically like they both spin around the sun, occasionally (every four years) meeting and switching spots. It’s like. A dance. Hm. But with one dancer always being either in the light or dark and unable to see the other, with the dark being sooo much more soothing honestly.

- yeah the moon isn’t super close when it’s not transitional seasons but I wonder how well you can see it compared to like. A comet or mars or Venus like how close is it when it’s flying around the planet CLOSE ENOUGH TO TUG ON YOUR ORBIT WHEN IT PASSES YOU, can you see it if you look in a telescope and it’s not yet behind the sun HmMmNnnnggg???