#i am laughing very loudly rn

[beanghostprincess]

This title card was playing in Luffy's mind during the whole season

[thebirdandhersong]

layers of school and family and health issues and future planning and final exam stress aside, do you ever feel like there is a long ongoing scream inside of you that seems to have no end ha haaaa

[ssaalexblake]

tfw you did Not want to learn something via your activity feed but it’s also good you did before you have a ragefit in the magazine aisle at tesco 

[wonysugar]

you know the drill i fear.. BEFORE YOU GUYS YELL AT ME just know that i’m sorry and i’m trying incredibly hard to get all of my drafts done<//3 IT’S HARD WRITING WHEN NO INSPO HITS YOU OKAY… but for now, please accept some of these fresh drabbles, i’m sorryrjrnrnf

now… NOW…… mid 2023 sugar may or may not have possessed me on this fine morning because hellooo i miss short black bob chaewon BAD i need to eat her out and make her feel good desperately!

cw: waxplay, sensory play(??) i have no idea what to call it but she doesn’t let you touch herfkemf, vibrators, very light bondage

i’m so normal about these pictures omg the femme dom ever,,, the powerbottom to have ever powerbottom-ed this earth,,,, chaewon is the definition of cute girlfriend in the streets FREAKY HOE IN THE SHEETS CAUSEEEJFKS???

she has an obsession with your mouth she cannot help it! she just loves using it for her own pleasure i fear… feeling its moist surface on her wet swollen cunt whenever she’s needy for your touchcidkfk moaning at the slight contact :(( i am also a firm believer that she’d guide you to do it the way she likes it, BUT NOT USING WORDS; indeed, she’s perfectly content with forming a rough grip on your hair and pulling on it however she wants to and whenever she wants to. sometimes she even pulls you away from her pussy so just so she can see her wet slick on your stuck-out tongueckdkf looking at the string of mixed saliva and cum left between your muscle and her core…. giggling so hard rn guys

also SHE’D MOAN SO LOUDLY??:((( i know she sounds pretty i KNOW she does,, and so does she! she gets turned on by the sound of her own moaning, it’s only natural. the way your name rolls off her tongue so sweetly as she whines sounds like music to both your ears and hers. she’ll make sure you hear how good you’re making her feel, how good you’re being for herckdmfnd

now,, if we’re looking at the more RISQUÉ aspect of things.. oh she goes nuts i’m afraid.

OMG WHO SAID CANDLEWAX?? no but yeah on the days where she just feels like watching you squirm and struggle under her touch, she’ll just pull out the candlescisndn

NOW WALK WITH ME. she’s sitting in front of you, you’re laid down on the bed and your wrists are tied to the bed frame with her tie or smth because she’s an angry and frustrated office worker in my heart LEAVE ME ALONE. she knows how much you love touching her, and she knows how needy and whiny you get when you can’t. [devil emoji] SO NATURALLY! she has a vibrator nestled in between her legs and pressed onto her clit, barely even visible due to the oversized button up she has ongkemfm and she’s just pouring drops of candlewax on your naked stomach, the sight of you whining both at the delicious pain and the absence of her skin on you.

she’s moaning so loudly and staring at you with such lustfully hooded eyes, making it even harder for you not to wanna break free from the restraint of the tight tie and fuck her better than the vibrator ever will, like she rightfully deserves:((

also she totally degrades you in the process SORRY NOT SORRY!! she makes fun of you for the warm pool growing in between your legs, moaning how dirty and slutty you look getting wet by just watching her get off,, how you’re dripping for her even though she hasn’t even done anything expect burn you ahehehcjdkd calling you a ‘desperate fucking bitch’ and whatnot,,, laughing at you when you start crying and squirming whilst begging for her to untie you,,,,,, I’M UNWELL.

AND IF I SAY THAT SHE’D ALSO SET ASIDE THE VIBRATOR AT ONE POINT AND START SLOWLY FINGERING HERSELF IN FRONT OF YOU, TEASING YOU BY SPREADING HER WET FOLDS SO YOU CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE THING— [GUNSHOTS]

i fear she’d also describe to you how her fingers feel pumping in and out of her and moan your name in the process,, you’re just watching her throw her head back in pleasure as she fingerfucks herself?? oh girl at this point you’re just whimpering and sobbing like the pathetic whore she thinks you are, trying to subtly close your thighs and rub them together for any sort of friction:((

oh selfish chaewon save me…. save me selfish chaewon

[achromaticegoist]

THE BOOK OF BILL TINY RANT (SPOILERS)

STOP. I CAN'T DO THIS TUMBLR. okay okay, I GOT IT DELIVERED LIKE 3 HOURS AGO AND I COMPLETELY FINISHED IT 😭😭😭🙏

I ACTUALLY CAN'T DO THIS ANYYYMOREEE. I SWEAR TO GOD I WAS GIGGLING, KICKING, SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF THE ENTIRE TIME READING THIS STUPID THING.

Did ALEX LIKE, *SCROLL* through FANDOM while making this entire thing BECAUSE WHY DID SO MANY PEOPLE LOWKEY EAT WITH THEIR OLD HEADCANONS? SUPPOSED TO BE THE DEATH OF ALL OUR HEADCANONS RIGHT??? EVERYONE PREDICTED AT LEADT SOMETHING LMFAOOOOO.

AND IF ANY OF YALL FOLLOW GRAVITY FALLS : AMBER SKIES BY JOZLYN MOON, THE POST WEIRDMAGGEDON SCAR THING BEING A PREDICTION IS FUCKING *CRAAAZY*

AND THE FACT THAT THEY KEPT COMPATING HIM TO THE DEVIL AND SHIT, LUCIFER REFERENCES AND "FALLEN ANGLE?" MY GUYYYYY the actual BALLS it takes to write this because I GASPED SO LOUDLY AT SO MUCH SHIT.

AND I WAS SUPER DAMN EXCITED ABOUT THE HENCHMANIACS ONE

GUYS THEYRE SO FUCKING STUPID 😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏 WHY ARE THEY ALL SO STUPID 😭😭😭😭 IM DYING OF LAUGHTER

SO MANY PEOPLE LOWKEY GOT SOME KIND OF BEEF WITH PYRONICA?? WHY ARE THEY SO INVOLVED WITH HER??? THEY HAVE A GROUPCHAT OH MY GOD THEYRE SO BESTIE CODED

Again I'm STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT JHESELBRAUM THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I WILL SURVIVE ON THESE CRUMBS SO DAMN MUCH

TIME BABY IS A FUCKING COCOMELON ENJOYER 😭 HELPPPPPPPPP

GGGGGUYYYYS? WHAT? OH MY GOD?? WHAT THE FUCK?? IM SCREAMIGN. NO NONONO YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME THE ANGST.

AND NO. THE WAY BILL AND FORD HERE WERE FUCKKKK THATS SOME GOOD FUCKING TOXIC BILLFORD. DUDE NAH IM LIKE GASPING FOR AIR RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HOLY SHIT SOME OF THE STUFF HERE IS SICK BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT LIKE

AND THE

IM FREAKING

AAAA

FORD DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER THOSE PAGES MADE ME TEAR UP A LITTLE 😭😭😭🙏 NOOOOO

AND THOSE *SCRAPS* OF BILL'S BACKSTORY. GUYS CHAT NO I AM SCREAMING. SILLY STRAW CHILDHOOD TRAUMA LOWKEY WENT HARD AND HIS FAMILY AND THE *FUCKING SPECK OF HIS HOME DIMENSION*.

THAT ONE LITTLE TV SCREEN WITH THE EDWIN A ABBOT FLATLAND DIAGRAM IN THE BOOK THOUGH NAH CUZ FANDOM ATE WITH THAT ONE.

AA. AAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND WHAT THE FUCK 😭🙏🙏 DIPPERS HISTORY WAS SO FUNNY I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING BRO ALSO WENT THROUGH THE GREEN MNM STAGE

AND IM NOT EVEN GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE COLLEEN BALLINGER***** APOLOGY REFERENCE THAT SHIT WAS SO DAMN FUNNY.

ALSO THE ENDING??? WHAT THE--THERAPY? NO BRCUASE THIS IS ACTUALLY SOME MESSED UP THERAPY SHIT. That is NOT how you try and heal someone holy fucking hell. Guy is getting more and more broken

CHAT I AM SOBBING AND SHAKING AND CRYING AND READY TO IMMERSE MYSELF FULLY IN THE GRAVITY FALLS FANDOM RN, STILL VERY MUCH ACTIVE IN HAZBIN HOTEL BUT GOD MOTHERFUCKIN DAMMMMMMMMNNNN THIS IS SOMETHING TO UNPACK.

[ticklishfiend]

Figure Us Out (ATLA)

(lee!zuko /ler!aang and sokka)

A/N : i love atla rn. love zuko. if i encounter an awkward grumpy guy with a redemption arc in media, u bet ur ass i’m going to tickle him

Word Count : 3863

Summary : Zuko still feels like an outsider in their group. Aang and the others are gonna make sure he feels included!

hope u enjoy!!

—

“You’re such a liar!” Katara playfully punched Sokka in the arm, drawing a laugh out of him.

“I am not! That’s exactly how it went down, you’re just embarrassed that–”

“I’m not embarrassed–”

“Yeah, and you’re totally not red in the face either.”

“Sokka!”

This was…this was weird. 

Before meeting Sokka and Katara, Zuko really thought “being angry at your sibling” was a concept he understood better than anyone. He and Azula fought constantly back at home, it was pretty much just how they communicated with each other. Arguments aplenty, yelling and bickering by the dozen. 

But after spending the past few weeks with his new team (the word ‘friends’ still makes him bite his tongue), he’s realized there’s actually two different types of a sibling fight, and one of those types he’s never personally encountered before.

He’s used to spitting insults, deep personal cuts made against your biggest insecurities. Lies and manipulation hidden under sweet smiles so no one around suspects a thing. Most fights were like dances, using careful words and holding back just enough information to make your opponent second-guess themselves. And, of course, an argument was rarely ever had without literal flames thrown around to really drive it home.

But this? This was playful bickering around a campfire just to get under each other’s skin. Lighthearted teasing that showed how well they knew each other. There was love under each jab.

It was sorta weirding Zuko out.

He wasn’t uncomfortable by it, in fact probably the opposite. It made him feel closer to the group that he was included in moments like these. He liked getting to witness how normal siblings are supposed to interact, even if he knows he’ll never truly get to experience something like that himself. Zuko’s accepted his distance with Azula, and honestly it’d probably feel weirder if they did interact like this after everything they’ve gone through.

Honestly, he’s not sure why he feels weird. Maybe it’s because he’s just not as close to them all as they are to each other. Right now, Zuko’s just an awkward outsider that’s sorta-kinda trying to fit in, and fitting in with normal people has never exactly been his strong suit. He’s awkward and stiff and he knows it. And yet, they’ve been so open to him already. Sure, he had to prove he was over his whole ‘capture the avatar to avenge my honor’ phase, but now that he’s over that hump they’ve been super cool to him.

Zuko’s weirdly enjoyed getting to know this group’s dynamics with each other. He’s not entirely sure how he fits in yet, but that’s not even his biggest concern right now. Actually, his biggest concern right now might be that weird look Katara’s got on her face.

“Lying is pretty unbecoming of a warrior, dontcha think Suki?” Katara grinned over at Sokka’s girlfriend, who chuckled into his shoulder,

“Do not get me involved in…whatever this is.”

“Yeah, don’t drag her into this! She wasn’t even there!” Sokka argued very loudly, his usual bickering style. He gripped onto Suki’s arm with a pout, fluttering his eyelashes. “You believe me, right?”

Suki glanced at Katara behind Sokka’s back, and could clearly see her plotting something. Katara grinned like a loon before holding a finger up to her lips. Suki giggled, “Of course I believe you. How couldn’t I believe this face?” She pinched his cheek and Sokka hummed happily. Zuko took another spoonful of soup as he watched quietly, catching on that something was about to happen. He just didn’t know what.

Then, when Katara shoved her hands under Sokka’s arms, Zuko nearly spit his soup into the fire at Sokka’s resounding shriek. Sokka quickly fell into a fit of loud laughter, toppling over his log with Katara following after. 

“Admit you’re a liar!” She practically yelled over Sokka’s obnoxiously loud cackling. “Admit it!”

“AH! Ahaha no! You–You’re crahazy!” He sputtered out, shoving at Katara’s hands to no avail. 

Zuko felt weird watching this. He’s not unfamiliar with the concept of tickling, but he’s not exactly accustomed to it either. Especially not with family. Sure, Uncle had been known to tweak his sides every once in a while when they were out on their own together, but never anything like this. Zuko took to awkwardly staring into his soup, hoping he’d fade into the background like he usually did at dinner time. 

Unfortunately for him, tonight he was sitting next to Aang. Zuko felt an elbow nudge his rib, glancing over to the smiling Avatar. 

“Y’know, Sokka’s pretty well-known for exaggerating his stories like, a lot. Katara’s told this story before and he didn’t say a thing then. He definitely deserves this.” 

Zuko swallowed some soup. “That seems likely,” he said stiffly. Zuko could feel Aang’s eyes on him at the same time he heard the scuffle quiet down. 

“That was…” Sokka panted, “so uncalled for. Did you have to do that in front of Suki? And the fire prince?!” Sokka whined, his hands thrown over his face. 

“Hey, if anyone deserves to know how much of a liar you are, it’s gonna be your girlfriend and the new guy,” Katara said proudly, standing up to grab another log for the fire. Sokka grumbled, crossing his arms as Suki wrapped him in a sympathetic hug. 

Zuko decided not to acknowledge his mentioning, not sure if he should get involved in this. Apparently Aang felt otherwise.

“Did you and your sister ever play like that?”

Oh. Okay. So that’s what Aang was thinking about. 

The crackling of the fire seemed so much louder now that everyone had gone noticeably silent. Zuko found himself staring into it.

Katara shifted uncomfortably. “Aang, maybe we shouldn’t–” 

“No no, it’s okay,” Zuko sat his bowl down next to his log. “I understand having questions.”

Aang continued looking at him with those big eyes of his, but Zuko kept staring into the fire. Talking about family wasn’t always the easiest, but felt necessary in gaining more of their trust. They deserved to know this stuff. 

“My sister and I have never really been close. We’ve had our…moments. But play was rarely on the table,” Zuko said. “Not when we both had so much on the line.”

Aang pinched his lips together in thought. “So I’m guessing tickle fights were never on the table either, huh?”

Zuko huffed in amusement, finally peeking over at Aang. “No, not really.”

“Wait, so…” Sokka spoke up, curiosity mixed with something else glinting in his eye, clearly excited about changing the subject. “Do you even know if you’re ticklish?” 

Toph barked a laugh from her rock stool. “You’re just asking cause you’re tired of being the most ticklish in the group!” 

“Hey!” Sokka exclaimed angrily before fixing his face. “Look, first of all, I’m not the most ticklish. We all know that title belongs to Aang,” Sokka nodded towards Aang, who just grinned. “And secondly, being the one that gets ganged up on all the time gets a little unfair when I’m surrounded by frickin' benders, okay?!”

Everyone but Zuko chuckled at that, which brought Sokka’s attention back towards him. “Seriously though, fire prince. Ticklish or no?”

“Um…” Zuko cringed. “I mean, yeah I guess so. Er–Uncle poked me sometimes when we were on the run together, if that counts.”

“Did you not just hear Sokka begging for his life two seconds ago?” said Toph with a chuckle. “That definitely doesn’t count.”

Zuko really wasn’t sure what to say. He’s smart enough to know where this conversation seemed to be heading, and was really unsure how to feel about that. In a poor attempt to evade whatever this was, he pulled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms over them, leaving a spot to rest his head.

While Zuko might’ve been smart enough to sense the direction these questions were heading, Aang was smart enough to sense he didn’t really feel comfortable with it. Not yet at least. 

“Sokka, can you tell that story about the saber-tooth moose lion? I don’t think Zuko’s heard that one yet.”

Sokka gasped in excitement, his train of thought successfully derailed. “Foo Foo Cuddlypoops!”

—

The next day, Zuko had forgotten all about the attention he got last night. Sure, he thought about it some when he was trying to go to sleep that night. And sure, maybe he clutched onto his midsection a little tighter than usual as he dozed off, thinking about the loud laughter drawn out of Sokka from playful hands. It didn’t…it wasn’t like he was actually thinking about it. Not in any real way. It was just something interesting to ponder on. A sensation relatively foreign to him that would probably make him laugh like he didn’t often get to do so freely. And thinking about the fact that the rest of the group seemed curious if it would work on him was definitely…it was totally nothing, really.

So like–he’s forgotten all about it now. It’s a new day, and Zuko’s got work to do. 

He and Aang had been training their fire all morning, and it was finally time for lunch. Sokka had gone fishing earlier, so they all kept to doing their own thing while he cooked over the fire (a fire Aang had lit himself, by the way. Zuko felt a weird sense of pride that Aang was seriously getting the hang of this, and using it in a way he knew would make Uncle proud).

Zuko decided on meditation while he waited. He sat on the ground shirtless, honoring his Uncle as he let the sun warm his skin and settle the fire inside him. Meditation like this seemed impossible to him just a couple years ago, his impatience once too thin and his temper too fraught. But now, it came so much easier. Zuko could feel the sun working wonders in his body, keeping his fire at a healthy state while also giving him time to clear his full mind. It was truly relaxing.

Well, it was relaxing, until he felt a set of hands scribbling at the base of his spine. “GAAHA–!” Zuko was quickly jolted out of his zone with a yelp, arching his back away with flailing arms. 

“What the–?!” Zuko whipped his head around to find Toph giggling behind him on the ground. “Toph, what the heck?! Can’t you see I’m meditating!”

“Well duh, Sparky, that’s why I did it,” She wiggled her fingers in the air teasingly with a grin. “You never even saw it coming!”

Zuko couldn’t will the flush from his face. He felt so embarrassed, getting played by a 12 year old girl like that. Zuko groaned into his palm, “Whatever, just don’t do it again. Let me finish before–”

“Lunch is ready!” Sokka yelled across camp, using Suki’s fan to waft the smell towards his friends. Zuko groaned again, scowling at the girl who couldn’t even see him doing it. 

“Time to eat, Jumpy,” Toph snickered, getting up and following the smell. Zuko rolled his eyes before throwing his shirt back on and following behind.

For the next 10 minutes the group sat around the smoky logs no longer lit by fire, eating their food and sharing how their days have gone so far.

“Guys, Zuko showed me this really cool firebending trick earlier! I’ll show you once my stomach’s settled,” Aang said excitedly, taking a bite of the berries Katara had scavenged for him. 

“It’s actually a pretty complicated move. I was surprised you picked it up so quick,” Zuko said, feeling a little shy. He was finally warming up enough to talk without being addressed first during these meal times, and silently hoped he wouldn’t get called out on it.

“Well, that’s Aang for you,” Katara smiled towards the Avatar. “Actually, it sorta frustrated me when I first started teaching him waterbending. It took me ages to master those skills, and yet it took him no time at all.” She crossed her arms at him, teasing as if it still bothered her after all this time.

“Yeah, I get that,” said Zuko. “I guess it doesn’t bother me as much since I’ve already seen all the crazy stuff he can do with the other elements. It’s not exactly new for me to see him be so…” Zuko waved his hand in the air trying to find the word, but once he did he got a little embarrassed and decided against it. “Well, you know.”

“Nooo, c’mon, what were you gonna say!” Aang grinned beside him, poking his arm. “You were totally gonna say ‘amazing’ right?”

Zuko sported a little grin of his own, peeking an eye towards Aang. “Actually, I was gonna say annoying,” Zuko lied, almost chuckling at Aang’s gasp.

“Ohoh snap!” Sokka giggled, stuffing his face with more fish. “You just gonna take that, Aang?”

Toph suddenly let her stool drop to the ground, the loud bang catching everyone’s attention. “I know how you can get him back.”

Zuko froze, staring nervously her way. Aang caught the look he was giving, and was immediately intrigued.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Aang asked, before Toph leaned in and whispered something in his ear that made them both snicker.

Aang stood up with crossed arms, unable to stop smiling. “You know, I just remembered a certain conversation we had last night about a certain weakness of yours.” Zuko’s eyes widened, his gaze darting around each person to gauge their reactions. They were all smiling, and Zuko felt a nervous twitch at the corner of his own lips.

“Cmon, seriously? I know what you told him, Toph, and that was not what you think it was. You just…surprised me while I was concentrating,” Zuko defended, trying really hard not to smile right now.

“Yeah, tell that to the giggle you let slip,” Toph snickered.

Sokka caught on quickly with a chuckle. “Oh, buddy, you are so in for it now,” he tossed his last bite of fish into his mouth. “Take it from me, it’s best to just let it happen instead of running. If you run now, everybody’s gonna come after you.”

Zuko froze, darting his eyes back to Aang towering over him. The Avatar wiggled his fingers in the air, and Zuko knew what he had to do.

With a groan, Zuko took a deep breath, puffing his cheeks with air, and tensed his entire body. He pulled his arms close to his chest and clenched his eyes closed. He was gonna take it like a champ. A very awkward champ.

But instead of the tickle attack he had expected, he heard everyone around start laughing. He peeked one eye open and saw Aang doubled over holding his stomach through his giggles.

Katara snickered behind her hand, “For a former prince, you really can be such a dork sometimes!” Zuko blushed, untensing his body.

“Sokka told me not to run so–!” Zuko waved his arms around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He sighed behind his hands, feeling warm in the face. “I really don’t get you people sometimes.”

Aang giggled, walking behind Zuko and plopping down. “It’s okay, you’ll figure us out eventually,” he said, before digging his fingers into the back of Zuko’s ribs. 

“AH! Ahaha–wait! Aang!” Zuko sputtered out a surprised giggle before pinching his lips closed, squirming and kicking his feet into the dirt. He giggled in his throat, trying hard not to let any sounds escape his lips. Somehow, this was even more embarrassing than Zuko thought it would be.

“Oh cmon, he’s trying to hold it in!” Toph complained, pointing at her ears, “I can’t exactly see your reactions, idiot, I’m gonna need to hear it.”

Zuko shook his head, but it was getting really hard to contain himself when Aang was doing that to his sides. He kept letting out little squeaks and growls, but he could feel his chest was filling with giggles and knew it would be no time before a real laugh leaked through.

“Get his armpits! That always kills you and Sokka,” Katara called out, getting an offended, “Hey, what’s this got to do with me?!” from Sokka.

Aang listened, tickling with so much concentration his tongue poked through his lips. He tried sticking his fingers under Zuko’s arms, but the prince kept them glued tight to his sides. Aang stopped with a chuckle, looking toward the siblings. “He won’t let me in there!”

“I can’t hehelp it!” Zuko complained, but didn’t move from his spot on the log. He panted, relieved for a break, but he could tell Aang wasn’t finished just yet.

“At least try to move your arms away. C’mon, I wanna hear you laugh!” Aang said, giving Zuko a poke to his lower back. When Zuko yelped and arched away, Aang snickered and tried again. And again. And again. Aang kept poking at his back like a typewriter, and Zuko let out the quickest set of giggles before standing up and backing away nervously.

“I–I cahan’t. I really–there’s no way–” Zuko shook his head, embarrassed but clearly having some fun himself. Everyone giggled at his reaction, amused by how ticklish and unable to take it he seemed to be.

“Wait, okay, now I want a turn,” Sokka stood up from his log and walked towards Zuko with wiggly fingers. Zuko shrinked away with a nervous chuckle, his arms wrapped around his midsection. 

“Noho way, this is ridiculous–”

“Oh cmoooon! I’ll let you get me back after!” Sokka locked his hands together to beg, “Pleeease Zuko?” He pouted and bat his eyelashes at the boy. Zuko just scoffed and rolled his eyes with a grin peeking at the corner of his lips.

“You are so stupid,” he grumbled. “That’s not gonna work on me. I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Maybe not, but I think I make a pretty good argument. I’m super fun to tickle, right guys?” Sokka looked around the room. Katara shrugged.

“Eh. You’re super loud. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Katara! Help me here!”

“Er–buuuut you do snort like a pig sometimes! That’s pretty funny,” she smiled toward Zuko, who just gave an incredulous look back. “I think you should do it. He’s pretty easy to fight back if you hate it.”

Zuko took a second to think it over. No one launched towards him, no one took him by surprise. Everyone just waited to see if he’d actually be okay with it.

Spirits. Sometimes it’s really annoying how nice this group can be. 

With a sigh, Zuko spread his arms out to the side, holding his head up high (but kept his eyes closed for good measure. It’s really embarrassing to look everyone in the eyes right now).

“Alright, yes!” Sokka clapped his hands together, making his way behind Zuko. “Okay, see how long you can keep your arms up for. Aang and I play this game all the time.”

Zuko expected the tickle to come right after, but…nothing happened. He waited a few seconds, and still, nothing. Finally he got frustrated, and peeked his eyes open to see Sokka’s hands floating just above his armpits. Seeing that freaked Zuko out way more than he expected, shooting his arms down with a yelp. Unfortunately for him, all that did was trap Sokka’s hands right where they wanted to be, and they immediately dug into his armpits like no tomorrow.

Zuko shrieked, curling up as much as he could while standing before crumbling into a fit of screechy cackles and giggles.

“Oh man, I wasn’t sure that trick would work on you!” Sokka giggled, his fingertips gently but efficiently digging into Zuko’s underarms with no plan on moving.

Zuko was in stitches. He wasn’t expecting this to be so unbearable, but spirits were his armpits ticklish. He could barely get a word out, pretty much babbling nonsense through his endless laughter.

“Ahaha! W-waahaha! It-It–-gggahaha nohoho!” Zuko cackled, squirming from side to side before crumbling to his knees in laughter. 

“Finally!” said Toph, punching Aang in the shoulder happily. “Took you softies long enough to get him actually laughing! If it was me tickling Sparky, he’d probably be in tears by now.”

“And that’s exactly why you aren’t allowed to tickle him,” Katara said, watching the scene with a smile. “Not yet at least. Clearly this is new to Zuko, we don’t wanna run him off when we just got him.”

“St-stahahaha! Ahaha guys!” Zuko rolled onto his back, his body overcome with giggles when Sokka started pinching lightly at his sides. 

“‘Guys?’ Don’t look at us, it’s Sokka you’ve gotta bargain with,” Toph teased, popping one of Aang’s berries into her mouth.

“Yeah! What do I get in return for stopping, huh?” Sokka said, pinching upward toward his lower ribs. That got a real good shriek out of Zuko, and everyone around couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I-! Gahaha, I dohohon’t–fffaahaha knohohow!” Zuko threw his head back as Sokka tickled all over his ribs, finally grabbing onto Sokka’s wrists and pulling him off. Sokka pulled back with no fight, only giving him another poke in the belly to hear Zuko yelp before sitting back and letting the boy collect himself.

Zuko panted, a stray giggle escaping him as he breathed. He clutched his stomach and threw a hand over his warm face, covering his eyes. He wasn’t sure how he was gonna look everyone in the eyes after that display. Oh spirits, what was he thinking? That was such a bad idea letting them take him out so easily like that. They’ll never take him seriously again, he’s supposed to be Aang’s teacher for pete’s sake, shoot this might be really bad, this might—

“Ohoho man that was awesome Zuko! You lasted way longer than I thought you would!” Aang giggled from above Zuko’s head. Zuko peeked his eyes out and saw Aang holding up a hand for him to high five.

Zuko couldn’t help the little giggle that slipped out at that. The Avatar is so…silly. He groaned and swatted Aang’s hand away, making everyone laugh. 

“After you get Sokka back, it’s my turn to play!” Aang straightened his back quickly, making the T-stance with his arms that Zuko held just a minute prior. “I bet I can last longer than you!”

“Pfff-” Toph laughed, slapping a hand on Aang’s shoulder. “Twinkle-toes, your record is currently four seconds without begging. You should probably start thinking your bets through before making them.”

“You can go ahead and have your turn. I’ll get Sokka when he least expects it,” Zuko grinned, sitting up and shooting his attacker a mischievous look. Sokka gulped with a nervous giggle, darting towards Aang to tickle him and change the subject away from himself.

“Ahaha wait! I wahasn’t ready!” Aang cried, immediately crumbling to the floor in a fit of childish shrieks and giggles.

Zuko watched on with a smile he couldn’t wipe from his face. These people were good. They worked with him at his pace. They understood things take time for him, and they’re okay with that. 

Zuko can tell they already see him as their friend. He’s starting to think he can see them in the same light.

-

thanks for reading! consider reblogging if u enjoyed hehe <3

[pretty-blkgirl]

Channie Day

//gn!reader x bangchan//

Synopsis: A sweet moment between you and Chan on his birthday

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!

A/N: It’s our Channie’s birthday 🥹🥹 Sometimes I lay awake at night and think about how much I love this man LMAOO. He’s on vacation rn, so I’m glad he’s resting for his birthday. This is very short and sweet, so I hope you enjoy ❤️

~~~~|~~~~

You startle awake at the sound of your front door slamming shut. Immediately, you look around the bed to see if your fiancé was there, and of course, he wasn’t.

You relax when you realize he has finally come home from the studio. The clock read 1:43 AM.

It had been his birthday for a little over an hour and a half. He promised he’d be back home way before midnight even struck.

As much as you wanted to be upset, you couldn’t be. You knew how much of a hard worker he was, so you only sighed loudly and sat up in bed.

He walked into the room a few seconds later, eyes drooping. He smiled when he saw you were awake, his dimples only making your annoyance subside even more.

“Happy birthday” You whisper as he walks to the bed and takes a seat.

“Thank you baby” He answers, taking you into his arms. You two hug silently for a while, just taking each other in as the minutes tick by.

He lets you go eventually and pulls his hoodie off. He hands it to you and you put it on, already feeling more comfortable.

“Whatchu wanna do for your birthday?” You ask when he changes into some basketball shorts and gets under the covers.

“I just wanna be with you, baby. Whatever you wanna do, we can do”

“No, we gotta do what you wanna do. It’s your birthday”

He chuckles a little but thinks for a while before his phone starts to ring.

You smile, already knowing who was calling.

He answers and is immediately met with 7 loud voices screaming Happy Birthday to him. He cringes while you laugh out loud, hearing his members purposely sing off-key.

“Boooooo” Chan jokes, making you laugh once more

The boys all start to give their birthday wishes, and you watch Chan listen with a fond smile on his face.

Seungmin is the last to go, and he finishes his wish quickly

“It’s late, and I want you to sleep, so I love you and happy birthday. Have fun! And enjoy being half 52-”

Chan quickly hangs up and playfully scowls at you once you start to laugh hysterically.

“Really babe? It’s funny?”

He fakes a pout, making you coo at him.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.”

You lean in to kiss him on the cheek but he turns his head and steals a proper kiss.

After a few more sweet kisses, you two cuddle up in the bed, both drifting into a deep sleep.

You dream of Chan, and he dreams of you.

In the morning, he wakes to black and white balloons all over the floor and breakfast waiting on his dresser.

He smiles, silently wishing for a million more birthdays with you.

[asherraccoon]

Sick- Radioapple- Sickfic, Hurt/comfort kinda?

(I'm sick rn so Luci gets to be sick too 😤😤😤)

Lucifer coughed rather loudly. He sniffled, which only resulted in him coughing again. He groaned, hiding his head under the blankets. Lucifer hated being sick. He reached for his phone and checked the time. It was only 11 am. He had been stuck in bed all day, feeling like shit. 

There was a knock on the door. Alastor entered the room holding a tray with food. “Hey,” he said quietly. He closed the door behind him and walked over to Lucifer. 

Lucifer watched as Alastor set the food on the table next to his bed. He coughed into his pillow. “Hi,” he muttered. 

“How are you holding up?” Alastor asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What do you think?” Lucifer retorted. He wasn't in a good mood. But then again, who was in a good mood when they got sick? 

Alastor's ears lowered. He rubbed his neck. “I brought you some soup. Figured it'd be easiest for you to stomach,” 

“I'll eat it when I get hungry,” Lucifer mumbled. He sniffled. “Hand me a tissue will ya?” 

Alastor obeyed the request and handed Lucifer a tissue. 

Lucifer sat up and wiped his nose with the tissue. “Hate being sick,” he murmured. 

Alastor laughed. “Yeah, not many enjoy it,” 

Lucifer threw the tissue in the trash can by his bed. He lay back down and pulled the blanket up over his shoulders.

“Anything I can do for you?” Alastor asked. 

Lucifer shook his head. “No. I just need to sleep more and try not to die,” he muttered. He coughed again. And then some more. 

Alastor gently patted Lucifer's back as he coughed. 

“Nooo, don't touch meeee,” Lucifer whined. “I don't want you to get sick,” he said, looking up at Alastor. 

“I don't care if I get sick, I just want you to feel better,” Alastor said, combing Lucifer's messy bangs back with his fingers. 

Lucifer sneezed, accidentally causing himself to shapeshift. He turned into a cat. Blonde fur with black legs and a white muzzle and belly. He blinked his eyes and looked at his paws. “Fuck,” he curled up under the blankets, hiding himself completely. 

“Is that normal?” Alastor asked. 

“No,” Lucifer mumbled. “When I'm sick my shapeshifting gets all wacky,” he whined. “I can't control what I turn into when I'm sick,” 

Alastor pulled the blanket off of Lucifer's cat form and picked him up, setting him in his lap. “Well, perhaps some rest will do you good,” he said, scratching Lucifer's ears. 

“Having me in your lap is a terrible idea,” Lucifer grumbled. “If I sneeze and turn into a horse, I'm going to crush you,” he purred at the scratching. 

“Worth it to me,” Alastor replied, smiling. “As long as you feel better,” 

Lucifer's cat form flicked his tail. He felt a tickle in his nose. He stood up and jumped off the bed so he could sneeze and shapeshift without worrying about hurting Alastor. He sneezed three times, shapeshifting each time. First a bear, then a wolf, then finally a snake. He sniffled and coughed. “Ugh…” 

Alastor's expression shifted to be one of sympathy. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Lucifer shook his head. He shifted back into his usual form. He rubbed his nose and coughed a couple of times into his arm. “I wish I could just poof my illness away,” he muttered. “Can't just wap bap boom alakazam and be fine, unfortunately,” he said. He coughed again. He lay on his back on the floor. 

“Why don't you try and eat?” Alastor suggested. 

Lucifer shook his head. “No, I'm not hungry,” he said, sighing. He sniffed. “Kill me please…” he muttered, putting his arms over his eyes. 

“Y'know, two years ago that would have sounded very appealing,” Alastor joked. 

“Two years…” Lucifer repeated. He looked at Alastor. “Has it really been that long since we first met?” 

Alastor nodded. “Indeed. I can hardly believe it myself,”

“Huh…” Lucifer stared up at the ceiling.

There was a moment of silence. 

Lucifer got up off the floor and went over to the bed. He lay down on the bed with his head in Alastor's lap. 

Alastor played with Lucifer's hair. “I don't think I've ever seen you sick before,” 

“I don't get sick often,” Lucifer muttered. He pressed his face against Alastor's stomach. “'m tired…” he mumbled. 

“Then go ahead and get some sleep,” Alastor said softly. 

“My nose is too fucked up,” Lucifer complained. 

Alastor sighed. “You should still try,” 

Lucifer huffed. He coughed again. “I wanna die…” he murmered. 

“And I don't want you to die,” Alastor said. He booped Lucifer's nose. “You'll feel better after getting some more rest,” 

“Stop tryna get me to sleep,” Lucifer pouted. 

“No,” Alastor replied. 

Lucifer grumbled. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into Alastor's stomach, his arms around the radio demon's waist. “Bambi?” 

“Hm?”

“Can you sing for me?” 

Alastor chuckled softly. “I don't see why not, mon ange,” he continued to mess with Lucifer's blonde hair. He began to sing as Lucifer asked of him. 

Lucifer listened. He enjoyed it when Alastor sang for him. It wasnt long before he finally fell asleep, his mouth slightly open, a soft snore emitting from him. 

Alastor noticed Lucifer fall asleep, but he didn't stop singing until the song was finished. Once he was done, he leaned his head back and sighed softly. “Get well soon, mon ange,” 

(They both ended up sick in the morning 😋) 

[d1ana-m0nd]

╭─► ❝The Servant: Umbrella Academy's Servant❞

Five Hargreeves × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd)

➢ Description : A Q&A video with Y/R/N and Aidan Ghallagher featuring a special guest that no one expected.

➢ Word Count : 2,390

➢ Links : Masterlist && Character Profile

➢ Note : Not gonna lie, I am uncomfortable about writing a real person 😭, well, real people in general. That's why in this fanfic, Mr. Gallagher may come off as OOC. So please don't be surprised that I focused more on the reader's chaotic energy to contrast with Mr. Gallagher's tame personality. For the record, Y/R/N means your real name.

Q&A with Aidan Gallagher and Y/R/N ft. Special Guest

Aidan Gallagher smiled, his dimples defining his cheeks, and smiled, “Hey guys! So today we will be having a Q&A again with Y/R/N.”

The actress beside Aidan wore a big smile, she raised her hands and her limbs while the stool she sat on was unbalanced which ended up with her falling on her back. “Ow! Ow!”

“I already warned you, so I’m not even gonna bother saying it.” The brunette chuckled lightly, as he assisted his fellow co-actor to stand up.

“Shut it, Gallagher.” Y/R/N rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the camera, “Anywho, the Q&A will be brief since there were only two questions sent to us.”

The actor noticed the co-actor wore a slightly disappointed look, prompting an amused look to settle on his face. “I thought you didn’t want to stay in the studio that long.”

“I mean, yeah, I don’t wanna stay that long,” She rolled her eyes along with the card she was reading, “But, why does my manager get a lot of questions!?”

“It's not my fault, I’m more interesting than you.” A voice behind the camera called in, prompting the actress to flip off the bird at her manager. Conveniently, the camera cuts off.

ㅤㅤㅤ❲ T H E ☕ S E R V A N T ❳

The brown-haired male read the question out loud, “So the first question is from @groovydazephantom - My question for both Aidan and Y/R/N is whether they have played any pranks on each other or have they played a prank together on an unsuspecting victim?”

“This doesn’t count as a prank. One time, my manager and I were making maruya, it is called ‘banana barbeque’ in English, and well, Aidan walked in on us making them. He asked what we were making. And at the time, I was not paying attention to the conversation because I was watching over the bananas, though my manager had a brain fart at the time. After all, she forgot what maruya was called in English so she just said ‘vegan barbeque’.” The girl recounted as she struggled to bite back a laugh.

“Imagine my surprise when I found out that the barbeque was very sweet.”

The actors laughed in unison, Y/RN was leaning her arm on Aidan’s shoulder as she was laughing as the boy covered the lower part of his face and used his free hand to settle on his thigh. Once they both calmed down, the actress retracted her arm from her friend’s shoulder.

Aidan answered, “Though to answer that question, we have never played any pranks on one another. Well, not intentionally, at least.”

The (your hair color) haired girl read it loudly. “Moving onto the second question, the second question is from @inkedeye2345 - I have a question for Y/R/N and Aidan, do you guys romantically like each other, or just in a friendly kind of way? Cause I kinda ship-”

With a confused expression on her face, the actress turned to the co-star. “Am I too affectionate on camera, enough for them to misinterpret it?”

“Well, I can see why they would misinterpret it but,” The actor grinned at his friend, “You're just physically affectionate. Behind the scenes, Y/R/N is very affectionate with the other actors and staff, she gives surprise hugs from behind or tackles them with hugs. That’s why most of the posts with Y/R/N are just her holding onto someone or hugging them.”

“Well, besides me being physically affectionate to my co-workers and my friends. Please remember that we are friends first, and coworkers second, who are working in the same show, so we would appreciate it if you did not ship us so our working environment isn’t affected. You can ship the characters we play as because, obviously, they are meant to be each other’s love interests but, please don’t let your shipping be overwhelming to the point that it affects our careers.”

The brunette looked at the actress mildly surprised though he seemed proud but, instead took advantage of the situation to tease her. “Oh wow, I didn’t think you had a brain in there-” The girl got off her stool and was ready to wrestle him then, the cameras cut.

ㅤㅤㅤ❲ T H E ☕ S E R V A N T ❳

A girl with a light blue pixie bob cut comes into the frame and sits on the stool. She straightened herself and fixed her bangs a bit even though it still covered her eyes. Several hair accessories decorated her hair as she wore a black long-sleeved shirt underneath, layered with a graphic t-shirt and a pair of green cargo pants.

She shyly waves at the camera and then speaks, “Hi! I’m Diana, Y/R/N’s manager and today I’m here to answer the questions that were sent to me.”

“For this special chapter- And yes, I am breaking the fourth wall because, at the moment I am drained from writing the fifth chapter.” Diana ‘looks’ away with a strained expression as she covers the lower half of her face, “I don’t think my brain and back can handle another writing session. That’s pretty much why this chapter is very scuffed.”

“Besides, I wanted to spoil you guys for my eight-month absence so I went out of my way to write a long chapter and a bonus chapter for you guys. So here you go! And just for clarification, I would have done a Q&A between Aidan and Y/R/N for this chapter special but I didn’t receive enough questions from the last chapter so I decided to just make a chapter special focused on (what I believe to be) questions the readers have in mind.”

QUESTIONS ABOUT WRITING:

Q1: What’s your writing process?

This is rather complicated since I have two writing processes. However, I took the time to make two flowcharts just to show the process with a brief explanation included. By the way, the flow chart templates used in this post do not belong to me, I used the free templates that were available in Canva.

If you want an in-depth explanation regarding the process, just ask me in the comments or send an ask regarding it because I’m willing to delve further into the process. I’m not going to go into detail here because I don’t think some people are interested in that but, I am allowing you guys to reach out to me if you want writing advice or want to learn more about writing.

Q2: Why do you take so long to publish a chapter?

Firstly, I have ADHD. For the record, I am not using it as an excuse, just dropping it off because you guys need context. Due to my late discovery of the disability, I started with a messy life with me struggling with school, my hobbies, and my mental health. Thus, led me to keep pushing off my passion projects, like this writing blog.

Secondly, I had a boyfriend at one point, and now he’s my ex-boyfriend. Before I discovered my ADHD, I made an unwise decision to confess to that jerk, then, later on, dedicate my 6 months to that jackass, only to realize how it was one-sided, only to find out that he accepted my confession out of pity then, and then found out from him that he cheated on me. Besides that unwise decision, at the time, I thought I would dedicate more of my time to him if I stopped my hobbies to spend more time with him.

And lastly, I am in college, like everyone else I was cursed with growing up, and I am taking a lot of time to adjust to this new environment. It doesn’t help either that I am still trying to organize my life with the help of professionals and a lot of research on my end. At the moment, I want to focus on adjusting to this environment before I integrate my hobby.

In conclusion, external factors like my disability and my new environment are the reasons why I take so long to publish. We do not talk about thy ‘boyfriend ’ since he doesn’t exist in Ba Sing Se.

Q3: What do you use for your writing?

Applications:

Google Document / Notes - auto-save, on the phone you can write offline

Google Translate - read the text(s) out loud to analyze if it sounds natural

Tumblr / Pinterest - prompts, dialogues, ideas

Extensions:

Grammarly - edit

Wordtune / Quillbot - paraphrase

Power Thesaurus - gives definition and synonyms

Q4: Do you plan on making another fanfic series in the future?

I plan to make two more fanfic series for ‘One Piece’ and ‘Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse’.

If you have any questions regarding making fanfic or writing in general, feel free to drop them in my ask box or the comments in this post! I’ll answer them to the best of my ability but, I cannot promise I will respond on time though. So I apologize in advance for the late response.

QUESTIONS ABOUT FANFICTION:

Q1: Why did you discontinue ‘The Servant’ fanfic series? Do you plan to pick it up and finish it in the future?

If you missed the announcement, here's the post. And I responded to the second question in this ask. If I do change my mind in the near future, I will make an announcement regarding it.

Q2: What are the things you wanted to add in the fanfic but never got to?

➢ In season 2, I was debating whether Y/N would be a bartender or a pole dancer. I couldn’t really decide so I planned to make a poll once I finished writing season 1.

➢ In season 2, I was thinking of giving Y/N a scythe. However, I dismissed the idea since I was not sure how the fight scene with Lila worked, the final battle I mean.

➢ In season 3, Y/N is a bellgirl assisting around the hotel, and a girl tries to flirt with her but the girl is awkward about it and ends up asking her friend (in their native language) what she should do. Y/N understands their conversation and misinterprets it as the girl being unable to speak English so she speaks to them in their native tongue. You can imagine how that ends lol.

➢ In season 3, when Victor comes out, Y/N is supportive but is awkward and unsure about what to do. Kinda acts like those parents who try too hard to be supportive.

Q3: Who is Y/N Rosseweisse based on?

The Servant is based on Rita Rosseweisse (HI3), Noelle (GI), and Baam 25th (TOG).

I don’t recall why I based Y/N on Rita Rosseweisse but, I think my decision was influenced by the fact that I was playing HI3 at the time. I liked how elegant and graceful she was, and how she held herself. As for Noelle and Baam 25th (S1), most of their personality influenced her character, the same can be applied to Baam 25th (S2) and Rita but it will only become more apparent in the TUA S2 though.

Here are the traits that Y/N got from the mentioned characters: humble, polite, obedient, will do any means to attain the goal (in S2), commendable work ethic, eager to learn, hard worker, empathetic, calculating (in S2), put the academy’s needs first before her’s (more will be revealed on S1 Chapter 8 or 9), naive, socially awkward, inexperienced, perfectionist, detached from society, distant.

Baam 25th’s ability to master things at first glance / Technique Replication / Instant Learn is one of the powers I gave her. In season 1, I don’t get to focus on this but, in season 2 when she gains more experience in the real world and learns new things, she will start to use it more often though it’s more treated like something she can’t control, since she was never trained properly by Reginald Hargreeves.

Q4: What is your biggest struggles when writing the series?

You guys won’t believe this but my biggest struggle is actually writing a chapter. It’s a common struggle for writers but, I think this is a common struggle for any creative individual. It sounds so bloody ridiculous but, I can’t bring myself to sit my ass down and pull out my google docs. I always end up getting distracted with things that aren’t related to the task at hand. One minute I’m researching adrenaline, then the next thing I know I’m looking up ‘Which side of the body hurts the most when stabbed? ’ If you're curious, the answer is front because that’s where most of the organs and pain receptors are, you can still survive if stabbed from the back though your lungs and spine will be the main target, and there is a slim chance of you surviving if your spine got bye-bye.

If you have any questions regarding the fanfic, feel free to drop them in my ask box or the comments in this post! I’ll answer them to the best of my ability but, I cannot promise I will respond on time though. So I apologize in advance for the late response.

BONUS (ALTERNATIVE ANSWER):

The (your hair color) haired girl read it loudly. “Moving onto the second question, the second question is from @inkedeye2345 - I have a question for Y/R/N and Aidan, do you guys romantically like each other, or just in a friendly kind of way? Cause I kinda ship-”

Y/R/N looks at Aidan excitedly, to which the boy nods. “Well, I and Aidan weren't sure when to share this but, we are seeing each other. At the moment, we are still in the courting stage.”

The brunette grabs her hand and begins drawing circles on the back of her hand, “I'll be honest, I didn't think she was old-fashioned.”

His girlfriend puffed out her cheeks at him then blew a raspberry as she averted her gaze, and covered the lower half of her face as she spoke in a muffled tone. “I'm an old-fashioned romantic, you're lucky I didn't force you to sing something cheesy.”

“Why are you covering your face? You know I'd willingly do that.” He laughed.

“CUT THE CAMS BEFORE YOU START FEELING EVEN MORE SINGLE!” Diana screamed from behind the camera.

( Note : This bonus scene isn't real or canon in the behind-the-scenes AU, I just made it for fun so please don't take it seriously. )

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[pinkpogiclub]

if you're up for it i would LOVE to hear a full account of your day yesterday, your videos were so great !!

Hi!! <3

I’m always really happy to yap about cycling so this isn’t a hardship at all! I hope you don’t mind me using your ask as a way to do just that! Thank you @tourmalet ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

First of all! Let me preface this by saying that im really really lucky because my family has always been very into cycling (my grandpa used to cycle back in the forties and the fifties when Coppi and Bartali were racing and he passed his passion onto my dad, his son): they’re the literal best and the reason why im the way I am right now.

That being said, we never managed to be spectators for the Tour because it wasn’t as easy to reach as the Giro, always too far away: which is why we decided to go as soon as we learnt that the first stage of the tour would be starting here, it really was a no-brainer.

So we made a plan and yesterday morning we packed our backpacks and took my uncle’s car to one the final climbs of the stage, operating on stress levels that could have powered a jet engine. Anyways. Now, I’ve been to numerous Giros, but BOY was the atmosphere different yesterday: SO SO many people from different countries (a couple near us came all the way from the Czech Republic just to cheer on Jan Hirt, which he probably needed after what happened yesterday) and generally you could just tell something big was happening. We also spoke a bit with Alfio Vandi (now 69 years old) who was, back in 1976, the first rider to ever wear the white jersey during the Giro d’Italia: definitely trippy to think about him riding alongside Merckx, I’ll admit I was kind of starstruck lmao!

We then hiked a bit (like a couple of km’s, nothing major luckily) to get to the spot my father had in mind, the same one he always passes by whenever he rides that climb like every Sunday (love u dad). We waited there from 11am to 4:30pm-ish and, while the company was great (group of 70 year olds watching motogp and formula one on their phones, very loudly bitching and moaning about ferrari) the weather was just shit from start to finish. SO humid it felt like breathing in mist and also very very warm: just this fact alone made me genuinely wonder how the HELL the riders could bear it for more than 100 kms while I was almost dying just staying still and laying around 😭

And THEN. When riders started coming it was as if everyone there suddenly reverted back to their kids selves: people cheering and clapping and laughing, literal seventy year olds jumping up and down at the sight of jonas and tadej passing by them!!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!! I had promised myself not to be TOO biased but I started screaming WOUT!!!! as soon as I saw him (he kind of made a face at me? I think? Idk im choosing to believe he did) which also means I didn’t even see G, Remco, Egan and basically every other GC contender until I watched my videos back. Lmao, talk about tunnel vision. This also goes for Mathieu, who probably saw me cheering like a little kid, waving and all. Sorry pal💀

Jasper arrived later, almost alone, and I was the only one cheering for him for some reason? Beloved war criminal in criminal team ❤️ And how was I repaid for my love and affection? This bitch spat on my backpack!!!! DISMANTLE ALPECIN RN!!!!!!!!

While we were waiting for Mark (Cavendish) to get there the silence was SURREAL; there weren’t that many people there and so the only noises you could really hear were the bikes and some of the scattered riders talking amongst themselves. It was kind of insane, in the sense that I’ve always associated the tour with loud cheering and large crowds, but right then it was a very tangible and human experience, I don’t even know how to explain it. Very real, very raw.

Eventually Mark (and Fabio!) arrived and you could tell they were both exhausted beyond reason but were still, somehow, pushing on through. Mark used to be my absolute fave when I was a child so BET I cheered him on like there was no tomorrow. FORZA MARK FOREVER!!!!!!! (he also has a really cool bike and I was kind of giggling at him sporting a big ass 300k sponsor watch while clawing his way up that climb. Suffering in style I guess, slay)

Overall, the day was extremely tiring but SO worth it: I would do it again another hundred times and I genuinely think everyone should experience the tour at least once in their lifetime. I feel like it’s one of the very few instances where you can actually realise how INSANELY talented the pros are compared to “regular” people (just to put it into perspective: my father is by no means a pro cyclist, but they rode the same climb as him in a THIRD of the time. CRAZY). They withstand scorching heat, gruelling climbs and every sort of injury for three weeks straight, experiencing a level of fatigue i don’t think I could even imagine lmao (the way jonas and pogi were climbing was actually scary: literally riding like they were on a Sunday outing with their friends. Managed to shock my dad. 10/10).

So yeah, all of this to say: I had a lot of fun and I absolutely love this sport to bits. I really wish all of y’all moots could have been there with me, truly😮‍💨❤️‍🩹

NOW. I’m wrapping all of this up with a few bonuses:

- a guy from total energies, whose name I can’t figure out for the life of me, giving me his bottle for no apparent reason other than the fact that I was yelling at him to push cause the hardest part was done (love you king)

- gifted polka dot jersey tee thrown by sponsor bus

- a sunburn from hell I will probably feel for a week

- American woman sporting a GC Kuss shirt: QUEEN

- a beer and food truck near the summit: you wouldn’t believe the amount of people day-drinking themselves silly in 30+ degrees heat

- VAI PACEJ (which I guess is a combination of Pogačar and Tadej?)

- BINI!!!!!!!

- the view from where I was <3

Thank you all for listening, if you managed to stay up until here im giving you a big kiss on the forehead🫶🏻

[cowboyemeritus]

Picture Perfect (Mary Goore/Reader)

Mary's on the road again. You give him a little something to remember you by. (18+)

Read on AO3

i'm projecting here because i, too, am working on a term paper rn. if anyone wants to listen to me rant about the Royal Cemetery of Ur, hmu.

“Fuck, the things I’m gonna do to you when I get back.” Mary’s voice is slightly fried through the phone, but you can tell he’s riled up. You smile.

“I see you found my gift.” The jingling of a belt buckle sounds through the speaker and you bite your lip. Briefly, you consider ditching the computer and making your way over to the bedroom. This will, in all likelihood, be a quick affair, a way for Mary to blow off some steam after a long day on the road. You know, however, that once you get up, you’re not going to want to touch that paper again for the rest of the night. You certainly miss Mary, but thirty percent of your grade is on the line.

“Do you like it?” You find yourself asking. Mary grunts in response, and you hear the telltale sound of fabric sliding down their legs.

“It’s wonderful, babe. Very thoughtful of you.” He groans and you can tell he’s stroking himself already. “You know I love how you look in black.”

You sigh wistfully, recalling how difficult posing for the photo had been. Your arm is still sore from holding up the camera for so long. In retrospect, you suppose you could have just texted him a picture. It would have been a lot easier, now that camera phones are all the rage. However, there’s just something about a polaroid, about having it physically in your hand, that feels more meaningful. It’s the permanence of it, you suppose.

“Glad you like it,” you purr, squeezing your thighs together. “Figured needed a little something to keep you occupied.” On the other end of the line, you hear Mary snicker.

“You just wanted to make sure I didn’t forget about you, didn’t you?”

“No!” You cry indignantly. Mary laughs out loud this time.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, baby.” They grunt, and you start to hear a wet sound as they presumably coat their length with pre.

“Of course I’m not!” You huff. “It’s just… Some of the people who come to your shows can get a little… bold.”

“What, you don’t trust me?” His tone is playful — this is just fun and games and the both of you know it. You smile, knowing that what you’re going to say next will make Mary’s brain melt.

“I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.” As predicted, he moans loudly through the receiver.

“Fuck,” they sigh. The wet noise is louder and, well, wetter now, and Mary’s breaths come deeper and quicker. “Course I remember. You think a bunch of tweaked out groupies have got a thing on you? Don’t make me laugh.” You’re glad Mary can’t see you blush, or the way your nails are digging into your thigh as you fight the urge to blow off your work entirely and rub one out.

“Wish you were here,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I know, baby. I miss you so much.” You can feel the wetness gathering in your panties and let out a heavy breath at the thought of what Mary must look like right now. The image of them, flushed cock in hand, flashes in your mind’s eye, and the plastic of your flimsy little flip phone creaks as your knuckles turn white. Mary gives you another small moan, and then chuckles softly.

“You wanna know why this is a particularly great gift?” There’s a pause; his strokes get slower and his breath begins to even out. They must be getting close. “Now I can take you with me wherever I go. The next time the guys ask about you, I can just whip this out and show them exactly how well you’re doing.” The thought of Mary showing his bandmates, who you only vaguely know, such an explicit photo of you makes your breath hitch.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” A fresh wave of arousal hits you, and you have to cross your legs to give yourself just a little pressure. Mary huffs out a laugh when a quiet moan erupts from deep in your chest.

“Wanna get my hands all over you,” he grumbles.

“You sure that’s the only thing you wanna get all over me?” Mary groans, and the tempo of the slick sound builds once again.

“Shit, baby.”

“Give it to me, Mare. C’mon.”

It doesn’t take long before Mary reaches his climax. They come down whining, breathing hard and heavy into the receiver. You can’t help but wonder if he’s biting his lip like he usually does. Immediately, you have to banish the thought as your blood begins to quicken. Once their breath settles, they let out a contented sigh.

“You must be exhausted,” you say, moving the mouse around to wake up the computer. Mary hums in agreement.

“Yeah,” they yawn. “You’re a total knockout, babe.” Though you roll your eyes, you can’t help but let out a little laugh through your nose.

“Get some rest, then. You’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

“What about you? Gonna get off for me?” Your shoulders slump as your paper reappears on the screen. Already, the light makes something behind your eyes ache. 

“Wish I could.”

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Thoughts on Rebelcaptain & Velcinta: Jyn and Cinta would definitely be best buddies who look at people with their murderous eyes but are big softies with the ones they love. Cinta would tell Jyn the Cassian’s embarrassing stories like girl I can’t believe you’re in love with him and Jyn is like hahah girl me neither- WAIT NO NO NO I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! (the denial era) Meanwhile Vel and Cassian are the ones who try to look responsible and professional but have lots of private jokes between them (and of course Vel loves to tease him with the way he acts around Jyn like hey Cassian can you stop acting like a teenager in love for 1 minute and focus on the job please)

First off anon I am SO HAPPY you came to me with all of these thoughts. People reblogging my post with vigorous head-nodding about Rebelcaptain and VelCinta interactions has been the best. They all live and are happy because we said so, your honor. It’s making me think about the possibilities even more. (If I didn’t have writer’s block for the past year, I’d be writing fic about it, I know it!!!)

My favorite part of comparing these relationships is that they’re similar dynamics but different people.

Like yes Jyn and Cinta are the more obviously violent ones BUT they do it differently! Jyn has never met an explosion she doesn’t like to watch and also start. She CAN be quiet and lethal but that’s not always typical for a Rogue One mission lmao. Meanwhile, Cinta definitely learned the quickest, quietest ways to kill. (Even when those events have definitely impacted her psyche over the years, like the kill she makes in the season finale.)

Jyn will obnoxiously and loudly say I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH CASSIAN SHUT UP to cover her feelings while Cinta is just plainly like “Vel is the love of my life.” and then moves on like YES they’re bonding they’re dishing they’re braiding each other’s hair while discussing blaster models, it’s beautiful!!

Similarly what I cut out of that original post idea because I couldn’t phrase it in a simple way was that I think it would be very fun if, because of how Cassian barged into her life and mission, Vel is competitive as hell with him.

She spent YEARS flitting in and out of the Coruscant world of fake laughs and weird champagne and dealing with her dumbass cousin-in-law’s comments for this Rebellion and Cassian just WALTZES IN and not only helps the mission succeed but instantly kills Skeen for trying to take the loot and leave them for dead. And after spending months trying to find his stupid ass…he willingly joins Intelligence as is an incredibly useful contributor and eventually takes part in an integral mission to the Rebellion’s success. And also he’s kind of great to have as a partner on a mission but it will take her literal years to admit that to anyone willingly.

(This is also a rant she tells to Cinta at some point in the confines of their bunk.)

And from Cassian’s POV he’s constantly trying to prove himself to Vel because of that! She’s been in this fight longer, technically, (Let’s not get into the fanon vs. canon backstory stuff rn for the sake of me keeping this weird fangirl rant straight) and he’s like Hell Yes teach me your spy tricks and also I will never stab you in the back again EVER.

For some reason the scene has come into my head of Vel teaching Cassian some kind of fancy Waltz or whatever for a mission and she’s like If You Step On My Toes Again I Will Stab You but also they’re kind of having fun and getting along because spy-ing is what they both do best and creating a cover and all that comes with it is probably their mutual catnip. They’re like…vitriolic buds.

But also…she fell hard for Cinta. Like she wasn’t prepared to find love in the middle of this war and you can see how much she struggles with balancing that and the mission in-series. So I agree, she would probably be like: Cassian. You don’t know how long you have. If you like her just fucking SAY IT. I promise that it’s worth the risk in the end.

And it’s probably the most emotionally honest and personal with him that she’s ever been in their friendship-of-sorts-thing that they have, so he takes it to heart. But also he’s like “You two have been together as long as I’ve known you and you STILL look at Cinta like that, what’s your excuse?” and Vel immediately starts talking about how she she wishes she’d dropped his ass into the dirt when they met, he’s SUCH a pain. 🙄

The way I don’t think the actual series will do this for them and I just pulled all of this out of my butt but I love the idea of it…yeah. That’s a nice little dynamic thing we’ve got going here. It’s so much fun to think about. I love it. 🥹

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it’s me for the 83939th time 😭 anyway can you do an enid x reader where they have sex and they were loud (like VERY loud) the whole house heard them and they were jokingly bullying them by copying their moans, telling them they were loud, and more 😭 thank you so much and i hope you have a good day!! 🫶🏽

oh my god this is so 😭😭 this was so fun to write i hope you enjoy!! have a good day as well 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: SMUT. strap-on use (im rlly liking the strap-on posts rn🤭) MINORS DNI.

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a moan was pulled from your mouth each time Enid pounded into you. with every thrust, it seemed like you only got louder.

Enid had no mercy on you, holding your wrists down as she mercilessly thrusted her silicone cock into you. the toy pressed against her clit every time she pushed back in, drawing moans out from her as well.

she let go of your wrists and took hold of your thighs, holding them up, which allowed her to thrust even faster than before. a scream left your lips at the new angle, your back arching off the bed completely.

Enid smirked, loving how fucked out you looked underneath her. she looked down, watching her cock slide in and out of you with ease. the sight alone made her moan.

“Enid!” you moaned. she smirked, “how are you feeling, lovely? am i making you feel good?”

another moan was released from you, loving the way she talked to you. she knew she was making you feel good, she just wanted to hear you say it. “so good,” you moaned.

she continued to pound into you, absolutely taking in all of your moans. they went straight to her core, she was feeding off of them. each moan you let out made her thrust harder and faster, and the pressure against her clit became more intense.

you hadn’t stopped moaning in minutes, she was completely demolishing your body in the best way possible.

Enid felt you tense, but her movements didn’t falter. “close, baby?” you nodded, not being able to form a coherent word or thought.

she felt her orgasm approaching as well, so she continued the same pace, bringing you both to the edge. “mhm- Enid!” you yelled, your body tensing hard as you came. Enid followed suit, moaning loudly as one final thrust brought her to her orgasm.

you both laid flat on the bed, trying to catch your breaths. Enid pulled you into her arms, rubbing small and light shapes into your skin to soothe you.

“how was that? too much?” Enid questioned. you shook your head, “it was perfect, Enid. absolutely perfect.” you said breathlessly.

she pressed a kiss to your nose, “you did so good, baby. lets go get cleaned up, yeah?” you nodded and the both of you sat up, putting on the clothes that were previously thrown across the room. you grabbed clean clothes from the dresser.

Enid took your hand and you made your way downstairs. as you walked down the stairs, you could hear others talking, thought it wasn’t really audible.

when you made it down, Tara, Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Rosita and Daryl all stared at you two, knowing smirks on their faces.

“well, look who finally came down.” Michonne said. you chuckled nervously. “we fell asleep for a few hours.”

Rosita snorted, “right. because you totally scream ‘oh, Enid! Enid faster!” in your sleep, right?” Rosita said, copying the exact words you screamed not even half an hour ago with a mimic voice.

you stood frozen for a second, and so did Enid. then Michonne spoke up again, “yeah! and Enid totally says “you’re so good for me, Y/N. taking me so well.”

Enid covered her face in horror , not being able to face them as they all started to laugh out loud.

“okay, but seriously guys.” Maggie said, a laugh escaping her lips but she quickly stopped it. “you do realize that… all of us live here… right? like we can hear everything. and i mean… everything.”

“well we realized that now,” you retorted. “now can we go shower in peace?”

“yeah, yeah. go ahead.”

as the two of you walked down the hall, Rosita made sure to fit in at least 3 more dramatized moans, and the entire house started to blare with laughter again.

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mickeyyyyy!!!!

19, 21, and 27 for the ask game hehehe <3

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19: a fact about your personality

I'M VERY CURIOUS!!!!!!!!!!! i can definitely see why the saying "curiosity killed the cat" is a thing lmao in another ask i talked abt how i have a bit of a yolo mindset and so i think these two walk hand in hand but whether that's a good or a bad thing i do not know yet.. i really do think i'd say yes if somebody offered to tase me i'd say yes................ very curious abt a lot of things that others aren't so i just come off as a bit weird at times lmao but oh well . i am here to Live alright sorry i like to have fun omfgg..

21: what I love most about myself

FUNNYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think . lmao loooook idk how funny i seem on here but irl i am a fucking comedian okay this is my job. court jester evenn yk me and my coworkers once got scolded bc we were laughing so hard😒 whatever. but yeahh i think making ppl laugh is kind of an love language for me!!!!!!!!!1

27: a description of the girl/boy I like

mm i don't have a crush on anybody or smth but i can tell you abt the LATESTT crush i had.. i mean.. she's still very mmmmmmmm.. gulp.. pretty. BUT SHE'S VERY BOLDD!!!!!! not shy at all which i like a lot. and she really is soo so so pretty omfgg yk she's the girl who made me realize i liked girls in the first place lmao it was years ago but i did see her again like a few weeks ago and i was still weak in the knees ok she's something else alright.. she's veery very friendly too and laughs very loudly which are also like mickey killer traits idk every time i saw her i felt like i was being tortured (affectionate)

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“Thanks for coming with me.” You said with a smile. Derek glanced at you and nodded saying it was no problem. You were missing out on Lydia’s holiday extravaganza. But you wanted to go to the party your newer friends were throwing. 

You were pretty sure that you had a great gift for the secret Santa. When you arrived everyone was very interested in Derek. Asking who he was and how he knew you. After a few trips to the buffet table and an hour or so of circling the room, chatting with different people everyone was circled around for the secret Santa gifts. Yours was the second to be opened. It was a handmade ornament that you found, it was in the style that your friend had been talking about. However when the present was unwrapped the entire group started to laugh and joke. Calling it ugly or saying they wanted to or wouldn’t swap.

"Can you walk me home? I’m kind of over this whole Christmas party." You said to Derek after they went on for over half an hour. Derek nodded.

“I’m sorry I have to get going.” Derek said loudly enough that everyone around you heard. The two of you headed off and, having driven past Lydia’s to get to yours and saw that all of the lights turned off for the night, you headed inside feeling rather disappointed and as if you’d wasted an evening that you could have spent with your friends. 

Derek sat outside, talking on the phone with someone until he was sure that you had gotten in safely. You went to bed, getting ready slowly as your mood plummeted. When you woke the next morning it was cold. So cold that you considered closing your eyes and going back to sleep. However, when you closed your eyes you heard something downstairs which made you sit up. With a sigh you heaved yourself up and out of bed, finding your slippers before shuffling off.

“SURPRISE!” Was yelled as you reached the bottom step. Looking around you realised that everyone had come over. The house was decorated and you could smell food being cooked. 

“Sorry!” Derek said with a chuckle as he pushed past Malia and Liam who had thrown tinsel strands in the air as they yelled. “I just know how much you missed Lydia’s party. So I figured we’d arrange the one that you could go to.”

“Oh.” You said with surprise. They hurried you through into the living room and you spotted a pile of secret Santa gifts, a stack of holiday films and snacks on your side table. Everyone crowded in the living room as Scott and Melissa finished making breakfast, which was just the first of the indulgent meals that day.

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Created this blog specifically so I could post about my dream last night

I had a dream that I was in a meeting with Overwatch ig? Idk if I was a new member or if I was just there but I remember immediately being super nervous bc Genji was there and I had a huge crush on him

There were a few empty seats next to him and it seemed like everyone wanted to sit with him but he motioned for me to come over to where he was and said I could sit next to him since it’s my first meeting and he can help me keep up with what’s going on so obv I’m like😳

Then I’m sitting next to him kind of zoning out, catching glimpses of him from the corner of my eye and I really want to look at him but I can’t because that would be weird

About halfway through there’s like a hissing metallic sound as he takes part of his mask off and it kinda makes me jump so he glances over at me with a smile like he’s trying not to laugh

He says “sorry, was feeling kind of stuffy” and for a moment I’m in a trance bc this is the first time I’m seeing him without a mask (I was unsure if it was even a mask to begin with) and he places 2 fingers on my neck as if he’s checking my pulse and is like “ur feeling a bit hot, want to step out?” And I was like “uhhhhahahshgghhdfd”

So I followed him outside and a couple of ppl were looking at me like they wanted to kill me so I just kept my eyes forward

I guess he had some kind of cooling mechanism within his armor so he cooled his hands off and was like “is it ok if I touch your face?” And I physically could not speak so I just nodded and he put his hands on my cheeks

Then in a WILD and completely unnecessary turn of dream events I for some reason realized I was purring?? Like a fucking cat?? And he was like “are you ok? Your breathing sounds strange” and I immediately was like “I’m fucking purring at Genji I think it’s time for this dream to be over this is so embarassing” and right after I had that thought of course he noticed and was like “you can purr? Like a cat?” And I was like “I’m so sorry I can’t control it I didn’t even know I could do this until rn” and he kinda laughed but he didn’t take his hands off he just moved them to my neck to try and cool me off more but it made me start purring even more loudly and I thought I was going to pass away right there

I assured him I was alright and he grabbed my hand and led me back into the meeting room, where the previously mentioned angry people immediately looked at our hands and I thought a war was about to start on sight

We sat down and he picked up his notebook that he had been scribbling in for the first part of the meeting and when I glanced down at it I saw that there was a little half-done sketch of my face in the corner of the page

I bumped him with my shoulder a little and he gave me a confused look for a second but when he saw me glance down he quickly covered it with his hand and apologized like he did something wrong

I told him I thought it was really good and that we should hang out and work on some art together sometime since I’m also an artist

He agreed and I was starting to purr again against my will which was even more embarrassing now that I was in front of the whole group

Kiriko laughed and called me out in a mocking way (she was one of said people who were angry that I was interacting with Genji) and he said something to her in Japanese which made her kind of huff and slump back in her seat

Winston told them to stop bickering and asked if he could continue the meeting and Genji apologized and gave me a little nudge back

It was a very strange and out of nowhere dream but I am not complaining bc Genji is my love