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[alexsoenomel]

Being two golden retrievers in love (Dean Winchester headcanons)

Note: I hate the whole black cat golden retriever theory and the whole "YOU NEED TO BE A BLACK CAT IN ORDER TO KEEP A MAN" like bitch I'm a romantic and a proud golden retriever you will never take that away from me. Anyways, enjoy this!

You kissing his nose whenever you can because you loved his nose and thought it was the most perfect nose in history of noses

"What is your obsession with my nose?"

"It's a work of art."

Dean always playing with your hand/kissing it whenever you ride shotgun

You two having movie nights

"TIME TO SLICE AND DICE!"

"DEAN, WE WATCHED ALL SAINTS' DAY TWO WEEKS AGO IT'S MY TURN NOW!"

Always arguing over what to watch next

"I want Batman!"

"Ugh fine!"

Junk food galore during movie nights

Always quoting someone

Always

Sam just rolling his eyes

"(Y/N), I am your father!"

"Well you are... sometimes."

"Oh..."

Sam just standing there feeling uncomfortable

Dean wasn't a reader but you got him hooked on smutty fantasy books

"What is it about?"

"Fae and fucking!

"Give it to me!"

Since you were both touch starved you couldn't get enough of each other

"Stop touching my ass! We're in public!"

"(Y/N), your ass is like a peach and I love peaches!"

You both loved cuddling and now you couldn't fall asleep without each other

Forehead kisses and nose kisses

Both having the same lame dad humour and always making lame jokes making Sam cringe

"Why did the rabbit skip school,Sammy?"

"Why, Dean?"

"It was having a bad hare day!"

"THAT IS GOOD!"

"I'm out!"

You loved buying Dean gifts whenever you see something you knew he would love. Dean was also the same with you. He would buy you junk food when you were on your period, "those books that make you wanna fuck my brains out" or something that would remind him of you

One time he got you a keychain with a small peach because: "Your ass is like a peach and I love peaches."

You would get him comic books, band shirts, food....

Cooking for each other

"I made pancakes for breakfast!"

"Will you marry me?"

Jamming on roundtrips in Baby

Dean letting you drive his beloved car and not panicking

Karaoke nights in the bunker

"Guys, you're making my ears bleed!"

Sam hating every minute of it

Sex sometimes being chaotic and clumsy

Especially when you're drunk

"Dean, you're not moving!"

"Wait, I think I see double!"

And sometimes being so passionate and intense making you cry

And Dean freaking out

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No I just love you so much."

He loved calling you his girl, sweetheart, babe, nerd

"Every time you call me sweetheart I wanna lick and bite every inch of you."

"Are you ovulating?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Horny jail!"

Always making each other laugh with stupid jokes

Rarely fighting

Well you fought sometimes on hunts

And afterwards you would fuck like rabbits

Having random burst of energy

"Dean I wanna do something stupid!"

"Like what?"

"I don't know but I feel like I'm on crack!"

"Calm down Skippy!"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"That's not doing something stupid that's doing God's work!"

"Shut up and take off your pants before I decide to go out and HIKE!"

"Not the hiking!"

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[gremlinmodetweeker]

(the rare) Ghost's Empire of Icks

I'm gonna be honest, I think a lot about Ghost, but I don't put much to paper. I think that it's because maybe I write so much König that I don't have much time for the big Brit. I do like him, but ya know, time. And energy too. However, today I woke up and I chose British. I must be true to my heritage.

Art from This Post

So! Ghost is rather different from the others because I suspect that every spark of joy in this man's heart is naught but a wee ember. He's genuinely such a massive killjoy it's insane.

There is no doubt in my mind that Ghost is the hardest person in the 141 to get along with. Not because he's mean, he's just... Flat.

See, the problem with Ghost is that he makes jokes all the time, it's just nobody but the 141 team picks up on them.

Ghost has the driest black British humour known to mankind. It's insanely hard to tell when he's joking about having beaten a man to death for a cup of coffee or if he actually did it. The problem is that there's a very good chance he isn't joking, but who's gonna tell the you that he's not? It's funny to watch you try and figure it out yourself.

Struggle, bitch.

That's essentially the T141 motto when it comes to figuring out Ghost's character. Gotta learn to earn, baby.

But the thing is, a pattern starts to form.

Whenever something goes wrong, Ghost will make the flattest joke you've ever heard.

*Car breaks down* Ghost: "Whelp, looks like we're walkin' boys. Cheer up, it's only a ten mile hike. We'll be there soon enough."

That's how subtle his humour is. You might genuinely mistake it for optimism if you didn't know him better. It's hard to follow sometimes, his jokes can be a wee bit cerebral, but he's a funny guy in all honesty. Not bad company after all.

Ghost might be the hardest person to really get in the 141, but if you crack the code he's absolutely hilarious. He genuinely is! It's just usually the most sarcastic one-liner you've ever heard.

If it's not hard to get Ghost's jokes, it's easy to understand how he feels about good ol' Great Britain.

He's a bloody patriot.

Patriotic to a fault.

That's not to say he can't take a joke, of course not. Hell, he's cracking them half the time. He is totally fine with laughing off how shitty his country is

But if you genuinely mean it? If you genuinely think Britain suck? Oh he has words. Maybe not out loud, but he's judging you hardcore.

You don't like the rain? Tough. Rain's what makes the Englishman a hardened man.

You don't like all their slang? Get used to it. If he can learn American slang to get your movies and use South African to go undercover, you can learn his. He's pretty petty about this too.

If you think Britain has a lot to answer for? He does agree, he's not going to advocate for colonialism and genocide, but also 'the past is the past so there's not much use dredging it back up'. He's a bit of a prick about this actually. I could have a lot to say to him, but he's too patriotic to really accept any faults.

He's also just really obnoxious about anything British. If it was invented by a Brit? He'll be sure to bring it up (notably will not bring up the fact that the inventor was actually Welsh/Scottish/Northern Irish)

Tying in with his patriotism, Ghost is a bit... Stubborn. He's a bit of a stick in the mud, if you will. Bullheaded to a fault. He'll refuse to admit to something going wrong in his life in any way shape of form. Unfortunately, this mostly shows up when his hearing bothers him.

"Once went to a concert in Stonehenge. Crackin' good concert, but I got a ringin' in my ears for weeks afterwards. Still got it, if I'm gonna be honest."

"Wasn't that when you enlisted in the military? You know, started doing firearms training?"

"Well yeah. Why?"

It will take ages to get Simon's attention. Not because he's not interested, but because he just can't hear too well. When it's quiet he can filter noise easily enough, but if you're trying to get his attention in a club it's next to impossible.

When he's in loud situations, he's learned to rely a fair bit on lip reading. He'll never admit it, of course. He can hear just fine, you know.

He is too stubborn to take a hearing test. You'll just have to suffer with yelling at him when he's just in the next room or having to go hunt him down in the house whenever you need to get his attention.

Speaking of, finding Ghost is a whole issue in and of itself. He's a big man, about 6'5 (maybe a bit under but nobody would dare question him), and pretty broad. However, when he's moving about, he's entirely silent.

The problem with this is that Ghost likes to walk around quite a bit. If you leave to go do some shopping and ask him to wait outside the changing rooms, he'll bugger off and do his own thing.

You can't call his name, but you can try his phone. You just have to hope he has it on him. Or that it's charged, he's horrible for keeping it uncharged.

He's a bit of a menace with his sneaking off. Usually it's fine, but sometime you need him right now and he's off in the ether doing whatever

You'll get a phone call from the bank that he needs to take immediately and you'll spend the next fifteen minutes scurrying around the house trying to find him. You can't call his name, you just have to hope you find him as the person on the other end of the line steadily grows more irate with each passing minute.

It's a genuine nightmare scenario that you have to go through on a monthly basis

Once you find him, he's under his car in the garage fixing something and he's completely oblivious as to why you're so upset.

"If you needed me so badly, why didn't you just yell my name?"

You're going to kill him in his sleep one day.

Anyways, those are just some of my thoughts. I think he's a big gross man but I love him. He's just so grumpy all the time that it's fun. Grumpy, sarcastic, bitter. The perfect man.

Ghost Dump

Ghost Headcanons

[bekolxeram]

Idea/prompt by @jackmichaela, from this post. This is maybe not exactly what you're asking for, but I'm not good at rewriting scenes. I'm only good at filling in blanks so... I hope you like it.

Tommy usually hates hospital visits. They’re either heart-wrenching or tedious, no in between.

This time, it’s different. Since Hen delivered good news about Denny on the group chat, everyone seems so much more at ease: Evan is not scratching his face anymore, Eddie paces down his mission to destroy the whole bowl of Halloween candies, and sergeant Grant is talking to some teenagers at the reception desk. Tommy picks up a magazine next to him, USA Today, and starts flipping through it. Though he fails to focus on the celebrity interviews or the healthy diet tips in front of him, he is simply basking in the warm familial atmosphere around him.

Then everyone’s phone dings all at once again.

He looks up to find Eddie, struggling to contain his giggle.

“What’s happening this time?” Tommy asks. He scans around and see the rest of the 118 holding in a laugh, just like Eddie. They seem to be watching something on their phone with earbuds in, a smart and considerable choice in a hospital lobby, but Tommy has no clue about the origin of their amusement.

“Oh… oh, it’s nothing. Just a funny cat video.” Evan interjects, face turning red.

“Evan?” Tommy suspects.

“You can take mine. I was there anyway, I’ve seen it all.” Eddie hands Tommy his phone, with a devilish smirk on his face. Evan shoots him a death glare in return.

On Eddie’s phone screen, Tommy sees two clips sent to the 118 group chat, both of them prominently feature Evan’s face in the thumbnail.

“Please don’t do this. I was high on medications.” Evan pleads.

“It’s okay. I swear I won’t hold your intoxicated speeches against you. I just want to be part of the gang this time.” Tommy smiles softly at his boyfriend, then kisses him on a relatively unaffected patch of skin on his cheek.

Tommy presses play.

The first clip is a shaky video of Evan in an ambulance.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” Eddie asks in the background.

“Muu-- better.” Evan slurs. “Uh, let me tell you a secret… I have a crush on someone….”

“Oh, tell me about it.” Eddie says jovially.

“He uh… tall, and hot, and big…” Evan sighs dreamily. “He’s strong, he used to be in the Army.” He points a finger at the camera.

“Well, I’m flattered, but I don’t really swing that w…”

“No! Ewww! You’re like a brother to me.”

“Ew? That’s a little harsh. I mean, I’m not that bad looking, right?”

“Naaaaaaaa? You’re attractive too? You’re just not the man of my dream.”

“And… who’s that guy exactly?” Eddie asks with a guiding question?

“It’s Tah – Tah – ”

“Tah – ?”

“Tarzan!” Evan exclaims. “He’s got big hands, big biceps the size of my head, a big heart, and… those V-shaped lines leading from his super cut abs to his giant d…” Evan is almost drooling.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough for me.” Eddie stops him before he can get too explicit with his ode.

“You’re homophobic!”

“Wait, what? You said it, I’m your brother. I just don’t want to know too much about my brother’s sex life.”

“I just spent too much time not living my life to its fullest, because of ignorant people.” Evan laments.

“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know how hard it was for y…”

“Meeeeeeeeee! I was the ignorant people… I didn’t realize how hot men were… I didn’t know how much I wanted to suck Tah...” Evan drags out his vowels, while trying to point at something in the air with his hands.

The video suddenly turns into a blur. “Alright, stop moving before you hurt yourself more.” Then it ends abruptly.

“Tarzan, huh?” Tommy turns to look at Evan. “Is that what you think of me?” Evan’s boils are as red as tomatoes by now.

“Fine! You’ve all had your fun. Now can you spare me from further embarrassment?” Evan requests, trying to hide his blushing cheeks under the collar of his jacket.

“You know very well that as a firefighter,” Chimney cuts in, “drugged up ramblings are required to be public knowledge by law. For transparency’s sake and as entertainment for other first responders,” He laughs, gesturing for Tommy to play the next clip.

The second clip starts with Evan in the hospital room.

“Tell me more about your crush, Tarzan.” Eddie demands, again, in the background.

“What? Who’s Tarzan? I said Tommy.” Evan replies, with much less slurring in his speech this time.

Eddie seems to have clocked the sedation weaning off, “Um… You’re back with us, Buck? How’s the pain? Do you need me to call the nurse…”

“What? Are you out of your mind? It’s Tommy! Did Chili Oils wipe your memories too?” Evan furrows his brows, with a deeply confused expression. “Tommy! My husband!”

“Umm… when did you get married?” Eddie asks, just as confused.

“At Maddie’s wedding. No! Wait! We weren’t married yet. I only thought about it back then! When he came to me still in his turnouts and soot all over his face I just…” Evan says with an enamored smile. “Wait, where am I? Am I in the hospital? Why am I here?”

“I’m just gonna call the nurse…”

“I’m getting married here! Like Chimney! Eddie, you got me into some bachelor party shenanigans and I end up having to marry the love of my life here!”

“I didn’t…”

“Do I look good? No, wait, I’m naked! I need a suit!” Evan pats all over his own body with both hands.

“Stop! Don’t move your bad arm!” Eddie tries stopping him. Then the clip starts getting blurry again.

“I’m marrying Tommy with my birthday suit! Like the ancient Greek! Do I look good, Eddie? Are my pecs popping under this cover?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, now stop flailing around.” Eddie says before the video ends.

Evan puts his face into his hands, flustered and embarrassed. “You’re happy now?”

“Of course I am. That’s payback for making me listen to your graphic description of your love life under sedation.” Eddie frowns.

“Well, I think that’s very cute.” Tommy interrupts. “We’re in no hurry to get married but… I appreciate you blurting out your attraction to me, unlike our first date…”

“Shut up!” Evan hides his head on Tommy’s shoulder to avoid the inevitable teasing.

“Make me.” Tommy responds.

Evan simply looks his boyfriend deep in the eyes and kisses him, softly but deeply.

“Hi, thanks for being here. Denny’s awake, you can go see him now if you want to.” Hen comes out to update the 118 family. “Especially you, Tommy. The first thing Denny asked was for the cool pilot who’s good at painting to draw the most badass helicopter on his cast.” Hen asks Tommy, with the exhaustion and relief of a previously worrying mother in her eyes.

“Of course.” Tommy replies.

[spankedquail]

I think I read on your blog that you and your husband met in real life, the vanilla way? How did you get into DD? Who brought it up, what were those conversations like? I’m a single sub and I want to find my life partner by dating the normal way vs. through places like Fetlife but I’m worried it will be impossible to find someone who is interested in this lifestyle…

The Meetcute

Yeah, we met in real life. We were friends for a while, about a year, and both dating other people. We hung out a lot. He was often over at my apartment, with other friends, and my roommate (my bff) and never once went into my room before we started dating.

He broke up with his girlfriend of ~5 years, amicably. They just were going after different things in life and both recognized that things weren't working out between them as partners. He asked me out 4 months later.

I was dating my college boyfriend when my now-husband told me he liked me and wanted to date me. It was on one of our walks home together from work. He had just moved in a few streets down from me with a mutual friend after his break-up.

He said that he'd realized that he really liked me, more than a friend, and he couldn't live with the current status quo. Either we date, or he would have to draw some boundaries and stop hanging out with me so much. I asked him if I could take some time to think it over, and he said: "Sure, take a week to decide."

I broke up with my boyfriend after mulling things over for a week. I started dating my husband a few days after the breakup, right before his 26th birthday.

It's hard to believe now, but I don't think we had sex until 10 days or so after his birthday. I did give him a blowjob on his birthday, but he was happy to move slow. Looking back, that blowjob was probably horrible, because I hadn't encountered such a well endowed penis before, and I remember really struggling to get it in my mouth those first few times.

The next week, we spent a bunch of time together, and I remember a pivotal moment on my bed when we were lying next to each other, just talking, and I told him that I had some kinks, and he should know about them. I remember him tensing up beside me when I said that, and listening carefully. I told him that I liked submitting to dominant men.

After I said that, I remember his sigh of relief and chuckle. He'd been worried I'd say something completely incompatible with his desires. He told me he liked being dominant in bed, so this would work perfectly fine with him. I was elated. I felt understood.

A few days later, we had sex for the first time, and it wasn't this tentative exploratory kind of sex. I'm pretty sure he had me on my hands and knees right away, with a possessive hand in my hair. It was amazing, and it's been amazing ever since. We've tried new things in bed but the things that have stuck have tended to be things that reinforce my place beneath him and his authority over me. For example, one night, I called him Daddy while he was fucking me, and he loved it – that stuck. Eating pussy? Not really our thing. Didn't stick.

As for DD, that came up 3 or so years after we started dating. I think it was shortly before we got engaged. I was used to being slapped and spanked with sexual undertones, like if he wanted me to do a better job providing oral service.

I told him I always felt calmer and taken care of during those moments. I loved knowing that I just had to listen to him. I told him I was interested in trying out the dynamic outside of the bedroom. I appealed to what he got out of this arrangement, too -- he got a sweeter, more well behaved girlfriend, carte blanche on his desires, and regularly having a contrite, freshly beaten girl eagerly sucking his cock.

It started out experimental, and gradually became more serious, with both rules and beatings refined. Some rules felt like too much overhead for either party, or both, and were nixed. Or, he noticed another bad habit of mine that he wanted to eradicate. Or, it was a temporary rule for a more hands-on weekend with me.

Discipline was awkward at first, but we both settled into our roles after the first few times. Now, I get regularly disciplined via maintenance spanking every week, and punished whenever he feels like I need some correction. I'm usually pretty well behaved, so I dodge the most intense sting of his strap most of the time.

And it's been great. We've been more open with each other since all this started, and we haven't had any fights whatsoever. I feel so utterly loved and taken care of because of the effort he puts into all of this. There's no real opportunity for resentment to build up because he can take his annoyance out on my ass (and more), and we have all these built in moments for reflection and for me to honestly tell him how I feel about anything.

10/10 would recommend! I love serving him, pleasuring him, being relentlessly teased by him, obeying him, and just having fun together and fulfilling each other. He takes great care of me and he's helped me achieve more in life than I ever thought possible. He's handsome, generous, smart, and so sweet. I feel immensely lucky to love him and be loved by him.

Hope that answers your question. Happy to explain anything further!

[ashomodeus]

How the OM bros + Dateables react to walking in on M!Mc in just a towel after a shower.

Notes: Bad grammar, I haven't written in 2 years, I'm rusty. Though the Mc in obey me is gender neutral, or advertised as such, I just wanted to write about a M!Mc. Probably smut warning. Milking mentioned and other kinks as well, probably. Sorry it's all over the place I'm writing this with a killer migraine and whilst at work. Consider this an I'm backkkk. PLEASE SEND REQUEST IM SO UNORIGINAL. Or even send a request on a full story of one of these scenarios.

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I would like to thank Beyonce for everything...

Satan

● Satan always knocks, but he never waits for an answer.

● He walked in and stared at Mc’s hips. He tried to keep cool but couldn't help but to stare.

●"was there something you needed Satan..." Mc stood there not sure why Satan was frozen.

● "Clearly but now I'm distracted." Satan said honestly. He pulled Mc close to him rubbing his buldge against Mcs toweled ass.

●Clearly the towel didn't feel good so Satan yanked down the towel. Groaned as he rubbed himself against Mc. He could feel his pants feel a bit wet since Mc was still wet from the shower.

● Something about Mc being fully nude while He's fully clothed gets him going a lot more. Mc whimpers wanting more contact.

● Satan feels a rush as he grabs Mcs hard cock and rubs him.

● Let's just say... they didn't leave the room for HOURS.

● Satan now tries to barge in as much as possible to walk in on Mc again.

Asmo

● Asmo wanted to know if Mc wanted to do a spa day and he walked in, his eyes were blessed.

● He stares and he will make it known how hot Mc looks. He looks at every curve. He starts to imagine what's under the towel.

●Mc was confident at first but while Asmo stares more and more he gets a bit more shy.

●"Oh don't you worry doll, there's no need to be shy~" Asmo need to be in Mc or have Mc in himself.

●"Could I... see what's underneath that towel Mc?" Asmo looked at Mc seductively. Mc nodded shyly.

●He pulled down the towel and got on his knees. Asmo softly kissed Mc's hips before putting Mc's rock hard cock in his mouth and began to suck while massaging his balls.

● "Oh my sweet love I'm going to milk you until you can't anymore" Asmo smiled.

Beel

●He wanted to show Mc a new snack he made. At first Beel didn't process Mc was in just a towel. He thought Mc was working out. Then he looked down.

●"sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you." Beel respectfully turned around. He didn't want Mc uncomfortable.

● Mc didn't mind. Mc told him to continue to talk because standing there was just more awkard. Beel did forget the food he was holding. He's hungry for something else. Gluttony isn't just over eating, It's over indulgence.

● His mind is now about Mc and Mc only. Beel unfortunately couldn't hide what he was packing as he turned around and it shocked Mc.

● "I brought you a snack... but I guess my body has other plans" He turned around to Mc.

● Let's just say Mc couldn't walk after that night.

Belphie

●Belphie was actually sleeping in Mc's room when he walked out with just a towel on. As Mc paces the room the towel got lower and lower.

●Belphie slowly woke up to see Mc in just a towel. He actually thinks he's dreaming so he grabs he cock and starts rubbing himself. He let out small whines as he stared at MC. Mc turns to see Belphie pleasuring himself to Mc's almost nude body.

● Belphie realizes he's not dreaming as Mc walks towards him slowly. Of course it's a little awkward at first but once Belphie starts something he's going to finish it. "Hnnn Mc I need you" He moaned out as he pumps harder.

● Belphie is trying to act as needy as possible so he can absolutely destroy Mc's throat.

● His embrassed feelings immediately dissappeared when he saw Mc was hard as well. That's when Mc came over and started to pump Belphie for him.

●There were so many positions that they wanted to try.

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 28 (10/28): Pregnancy starring Clayton Beresford

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Clay/sub s/o, pregnancy, mentions of breeding, fingering, brief lactation/breast kink, pet names/name calling (mama, my love, baby, beautiful), brief daddy/mommy kink, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: Clay knows pregnancy is hard, and he can sometimes feel bad that he is sort of (but not really) responsible for her pain; so, of course, like the good husband he is, he takes care of her in more ways than one... and sometimes involving pleasuring both of them.

-> note: I'M ACTUALLY SO SAD THAT KINKTOBER'S ALMOST DONE IT WAS SO MUCH FUN (and also a bit stressful lol) 😭 WRITER'S SLUMP + INCONSISTENCY HERE I COME 😭😭😭

WC: 522 words

"Clay, he's kicking," she whines, her head tilting back into the soft array of pillows behind her head. Clay had loved taking care of her so much, showering her in love and affection to the max (not that he didn't normally, but she wasn't so quick to deny him now she was carrying his child). He had neatly made the bed all nice and comfy for her, tucking her in and getting a bath ready for her to relax.

He smiles a bit, chuckling to himself as he was focused on doing something else in the room, before walking over to her and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Awh, I'm sorry, my love..." he coos, shimmying himself under the covers and his head popping up right at her very swollen belly.

She was about five months along, so it was getting pretty close to when she'll be giving birth. Though pregnancy is very different for every woman, one thing about hers that's been noticeable from early on is that it's painful. It started out just a bit worse than a period, but then she started getting absolutely miserable.

"He?" he questions, referring to when she had called their baby a he. They were keeping the gender (or genders) a surprise, so they really didn't know their actual gender.

"Motherly intuition," she replies, and he smiles.

He leans in, kissing her bump ever so gently, knowing it turned her on to see him do such a thing. He realized that she was secretly into him acting all lovey dovey, and he couldn't help but be full of pride at the fact. "C'mon, little bud," he speaks softly to the baby inside of her, moving his hand over her belly gently to let them know their father was there. "You gotta stop hurtin' mama. She's takin' care of you."

She couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight, wondering how she got so lucky to have a husband so adoring as Clay. She was definitely fortunate, that much was clear, but she never realized she was this fortunate.

And she felt even more grateful when his fingers were rapidly thrusting in and out of her greedy hole. "Oh my, baby," he chuckles lowly, curling his fingers just right to hit that spot so nicely, making her moan a bit louder. "So wet for me."

He reached up to tweak her aching nipple, making some droplets of milk seep out. He smirked and eagerly lapped it up, sucking on one like a man starved.

"You like gettin' fucked by me, huh, beautiful? Want me to breed you 'till you can't anymore? Want me to stuff you full and pump you with another baby?" All the added stimulation was too much for her to bear, and she came much quicker than usual.

She whimpers in response as she came down from her high, remembering what he had said. "Clay, the baby can hear you!"

He smirks, his blue-gray eyes locking on hers. "They won't remember. Besides, even if they do in some extremely slim way, then they'll just know Daddy loves Mommy very much."

[ssentimentals]

f1 pairings as famous love tropes: alex albon x logan sargeant

there was only one bed!AU

'and honey, don't you know that you and i were meant to be? sooner or later, in any universe, it's you and me'

'how are you dealing with this?'

oh, what a great question. alex glances around, checking if someone is out there. 'peachy, georgie. just peachy.'

'yeah? not freaking out?' george asks in a tone that implies he knows the answer already.

'of course not,' alex huffs. 'why would i be freaking out? yes, hotel is overbooked and apparently i don't have a room anymore because of some system lag, but my good friend logan kindly offered me to stay with him. what is there to freak out about?'

and if alex doesn't add a tiny detail about his raging crush on said good friend then it's only because george knows. and because george is a very caring individual, he asks the question alex fears the most: 'is there only one bed?'

usually alex is the one who makes fun of george and his love for dramatics, but he's not doing any better now. alex knows that he's making a big deal out of nothing - it's okay for mates to share one bed when circumstances call for it. and even when they don't - it's also fine. everything is fine, but alex can't convince his stupid heart that everything is strictly platonic so if not to count this fact then he's good. he tells george as much and receives a surpisingly serious: 'alex, just go to another hotel, really. if this is too much for you, please don't- do you want me to check availability of hotels nearby? send me the address.'

it's very sweet. george's care wraps around him like a blanket and alex breathes out, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. he takes few more deep breaths before replying: 'no, i- it's really nothing and i'm just freaking out for not reason. and it'd look weird if after agreeing i just leave to another hotel. besides, i slept in the same bed with you million times and it should be the same, right?'

'have you ever had a crush the size of great china's wall on me, albono?' george teases. 'anything you want to confess?'

'idiot. i'm fine,' alex repeats, chuckling. 'but thanks for the offer, mate. appreciate it.'

'of course.' george sighs, yawning. it's around two am in england and time difference really sucks because it's only nine pm in thailand but alex is already barely standing upright. 'you'll be fine, mate. maybe you'll even get lucky, who knows?'

alex highly doubts this prospect but doesn't voice it out loud. instead he says his goodbyes and goes back to the reception desk, where logan is signing some papers. alex has to pause because it's really unfair how good logan looks after seven hours flight and alex does not think so of his own bias: every single girl in the lobby agrees with him, eyeing his american friend up like he's some candy. well, alex supposes he is but-

'all done!' logan announces and looks up, sending brilliant smile alex's way. 'i've got the keys, let's go? or you wanna grab something from the bar first?'

'no, fuck, i'm absolutely knackered, let's go.'

it's not a spacious suite. which is not to say that it's bad, but the bed is certainly not a king size one and bathroom doesn't look like it'll fit two grown men brushing their teeth together there. alex hovers unsurely, not feeling very comfortable with taking not his space, but logan washes away his worries with: 'hey, this is your room too, okay? you're not intruding, i promise.'

and it's so earnest and sincere that alex lets himself unpack more confidently, even going as far as be the one to shower first. (which is the choice he made because he wanted to shower first, not because the thought of being in the shower that smells like logan's favorite citrusy shampoo is unbearing for him). he changes into his pj and takes left side of the bed, trying to figure out how both of them can fit here without touching. (and it's not like touching is bad per se, logan is okay with physical contact but touching is bad for alex's heart, which still refuses to see this all as a purely platonic thing).

'we are like two fifty years old men, going to bed at ten pm,' logan says, coming out of the bathroom. his citrusy scent carries on with him, invades the room and alex grips the sheets pathetically in response. god, where is the book on getting over unrequited crush on a friend? that'd be a great night time reading. 'but i think we can use jetlag as an excuse.'

alex tries not to stare. it's not like he's never seen logan's naked upper body but right now he kind of has nowhere to go and his eyes find toned muscles on their own. logan is stupidly fit. he looks like fashion magazine slapped him on the face, like he can do modeling as a solid job. he has shiny smile, sparkling eyes and unfortunately for alex, extremely kind and likable personality. alex thinks he was doomed from the start, to be honest.

'are you a blanket hogger? i think they have another one,' logan muses out loud, drying his hair with a towel in haphazard motions that send water drops flying everywhere. 'air-con on or off?'

'on.' alex replies, twisting uncomfortably and forcing himself to lay still. 'what about you?'

'hm?' logan turns and pauses, staring at alex on the bed. his eyes widen a little and alex is not sure but it looks like he's blushing even in the poor lightning. it takes few awkward seconds for logan to unfreeze and he stumbles away from his suitcase, almost tripping in the process. 'i'm fine! yeah, i'm fine with everything!'

alex blinks. he's not sure whether to comment on logan's high-pitched voice at the end or not; his friend steps closer and his face is as red as a tomato, so alex mercifully decides to say nothing. something twists in his gut, something akin to hope and it's dangerous, he can't afford it; even a silver of hope will make his heart grow bigger and if alex can't fit it in his chest already, what he'll do then?

'i can go,' alex blurts out suddenly. he catches logan's surprised inhale and adds: 'it's really no bother, i can just go to another hotel-'

'you're not comfortable?' logan interrupts, voice small and hesitant. when alex turns to look at him, his whole expression screams of a kicked puppy and that tugs at alex's heartstrings horrifically. 'with me?'

how does alex voice out his feelings? that he is afraid of how too comfortable he is with this whole ordeal? how this feels too domestic, which does unspeakable things to his heart and he's too damn young to have a heartstroke. how can he politely tell logan that he has to protect his heart from breaking and therefore the most logical solution is for him to leave? how can he tell him that when logan looks at him with those big grey-green eyes, clutching at the towel in his hands with the most miserable expression ever? answer is he can't and alex has never been logical when it comes to logan, so what he ends up saying is: 'of course i'm comfortable with you, mate.'

logan breathes out then, tension sips away from his posture and his bright smile is on: 'ah, you're still worried about like intruding and such? i told you to forget it, alex. i'm all good!'

that you are, alex thinks miserably, watching logan practically skip to the other side of the bed. you are very good. and usually it's never silent with logan, they share banter easily, conversations flows naturally but right now alex can't seem to focus on anything because logan apparently sleeps only with boxers on. american dream climbs into the bed with him and it becomes painfully clear how this is not a king size - fuck, not even a queen size - but is just a bit wider version of a simple single bed. alex is pretty sure if he or logan were on a bigger side then it would've been impossible to fit; now they fit just barely, arms and legs touching due to zero space. alex is hyperaware of logan's hairless leg pressing up to his - he has to will himself not to flinch at the contact.

'wanna watch something?' logan asks, evidently being the only normal one out of them two now. 'or you gonna sleep?'

tiredness practically weighs alex down, but logan is next to him, smelling good and looking happy for having alex with him and he clearly has some videos he wants to show, so alex indulges him with a nod. logan perks up at this - puppy, he's like a puppy - and shuffles close, closer, until his head is pillowed comfortably on alex's shoulder and his hair is right up alex's nose. 'so okay, i have few videos i wanted to show you.'

alex's arm is in the way. it's very obvious and yet alex hesitates, unsure if he can do what he desperately wants to - free his arm and wrap it around logan, pull him even closer until their joined body heat won't make him start sweating. it's for comfort, alex repeats like a mantra in his mind, when he moves his arm as casually as possible. logan is all on board with this, he instantly lifts up his head to give alex more room and shimmies closer with a contented sigh like he waited for this and- what alex can do with this information? how can he not read too much into this? logan presses play and giggles at the very start, saying something that alex doesn't catch. alex, in fact, doesn't catch anything what's happening, too focused on logan, who has no idea of turmoil happening in his friend's mind. george always says that alex can get too into his head but he thinks he has valid reasons to, especially now. logan's wet hair, logan's warm body, logan's scent, logan's laugh - he can't be blamed for what he does next, he'll blame it on tiredness and jetlag if anyone asks. alex leans in and places small kiss on logan's wet head as his hand moves from where it was wrapped around logan's shoulder to much, much lower, until it wraps comfortably around logan's middle, fingers touching the hem of his boxers. logan freezes at first - stops midsentence, doesn't move for few seconds. alex holds his breath, wondering if this is it, if he crossed the line; apology is on his lips, when logan suddenly shits and practically melts into him. he starts talking again and does unthinkable - grabs alex's waist and pulls it closer, silently asking alex to wrap his arm around him tighter. this is - crazy. alex can't hear anything apart from loud beating of his heart, he can't fucking breathe, when logan starts playing with his fingers, all while explaining some video to him.

'logan,' he calls out, voice raspy and tense.

'hm?' logan doesn't look up at first but when alex doesn't say anything, he raises his head a little, turning to the side to see alex's face better. 'yes?'

say something. alex just stares for a while. really drinks in logan's handsome features that he learned to love over the time they know each other. stares and stares and maybe he's delirious with want and his desire for it to be real, but he thinks he sees his own feelings reflected back at him in logan's stormy eyes. alex lets go of logan's hand and moves lower in a bold move, squeezing his hip. run away, he thinks, run away or i won't stop. logan, apparently, also has his logical mind turned off when it comes to alex, because he doesn't move. no, what he does is angle his hips just slightly so in an inviting manner and oh. oh.

'logan,' alex whispers and this name sounds like a prayer from his mouth. with other hand he reaches out to take a gentle hold of his chin. 'do not indulge me if that's now what you want.'

logan leans into the touch like a kitten, watching alex with a mix of awe and excitement. he pushes his leg in between, gets even closer to alex and stretches his neck uncomfortably all to grin at him widely: 'why don't you ask me, hm?'

alex swallows. 'that's not a game for me,' he says because he needs to say it, he needs to look out after his own heart.

logan's grin fades, gets replaced with a serious frown. 'i'm not playing.'

and- can alex dream? can he have this? can he be bold and selfish and just take-

'ask me,' logan asks, no, demands. 'because if you ask me then i'll be able to tell everything.'

'what you'd tell?' alex asks, getting lost in his eyes.

logan smiles softly, taking his own hand to gently cup side of alex's face, caressing his cheekbone. 'i'd tell you that i liked you from the second you smiled at me. i'd tell you that being your friend is the biggest honor, but i'd also add that just being your friend would've never been enough. i'd tell how happy you make me, how proud of you i am, how i want you around, always.' logan leans in, brushing their noses together. 'i'd tell how much i want you.'

'how much?' alex speaks into his mouth, not breathing.

'so much, alex,' logan shivers, plastering himself all over thai guy. 'you have no idea.'

alex's hand moves, cupping his neck. 'i think i do, actually.'

the kiss is everything. it's slow and deep, it's exploring each other's mouths with tongues like devouring one another is a good option, it's exhilirating and murderous. alex thinks he won't ever be able to kiss anyone else again. he leans back, pushes their foreheads together and smiles at the way logan's pale hands try to touch him everywhere they can reach. 'i was going crazy,' he whispers, making logan stop. 'with how much i want you. how much i want to be more than friends.'

logan giggles, blushes adorably and hides his face in alex's neck. 'we are idiots. we could've been doing this for- wait, how long have you been pining for me?'

'long enough,' alex mutters, not even correcting the 'pining' thing. it's true, anyways. 'how long you have been pining for me?'

'oh no mister, that's not how it works!' logan laughs and gets on top of him easily. 'you don't get to turn this around!'

alex grabs a hold of his hips and looks at him with a smile. he's not even ashamed of the fact that he basically is pulling out full on heart eyes on logan because logan looks exactly the same way at him and it's - amazing. brilliant. perfect. logan is perfect.

'i did get lucky in the end, huh,' alex mutters to himself, thinking about call with george.

'what?' logan asks, leaning down. he finds alex's lips and yeah, alex can get used to this so, so easily.

'nothing, babe,' he says, smiling at logan's blush at the petname. 'nothing.'

a/n: if you think that this looks unfinished then it's because i can't stop and will get carried away writing it, so i had to pull a stop somewhere. hopefully this was good, let me know! - nini

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[javier-pena]

back in july, i started a little monthly fic rec project and then immediately life got in the way of me reading fics and i had to skip august and september. so this list isn't just fics i read in october but also fics i read during the other two months.

that being said, i sure read some absolutely life-changing stories these past few months and i'm so so excited for more people to discover these fics! please check the warnings on the stories before reading them and please please let the authors know that you loved their work!!

i’m also always looking for fic recommendations, so feel free to send me your favorites!

billy butcher (the boys)

fucking diabolical by @macfrog

you move in across the street. butcher notices.

logan howlett/wolverine (x2)

all's fair in love and viscera... by @sceletaflores

logan wants to spar...

oberyn martell + dave york (game of thrones/the equalizer 2)

gold rush by @guiltyasdave

“you like him, princess?” oberyn asks, a grin obvious in his tone. you nod silently, your eyes still trained on the man behind the boat’s steering wheel. “so do I.” 

joel miller (the last of us)

a helping hand by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Living in your best friends house while yours is getting renovated leaves you getting to know her husband Joel better. After finding out your husband is cheating on you, and learning Joel is about to serve his wife with the divorce papers, a drunk midnight phone sex call from your husband leaves you and Joel to finally give in to your growing feelings for each other.

a minute from home by @agentmarcuspike

a mysterious man with a motorcycle saves you from a terrible date.

bad habit by @strang3lov3

After Joel catches you smoking, he gives you something else to put between your lips.

brat! by @shellshocklove

joel is having a brat summer.

decode by @tonysopranosrobe

joel really loves doing favours for you. like hiring you as a babysitter and teaching you how to suck dick.

do your worst, little dove by @mountainsandmayhem

joel lets you take charge for once.

heavenly bound by @ozarkthedog

the world crumbled before you could experience the touch of another. Joel does his best to keep you innocent for as long as he can.

inhale, exhale by @sp00kymulderr

this world is not made for intimacy and both of you know it.

my kink is karma by @alltheirdamn

your boyfriend breaks up with you, so you decide to get revenge ...

shhh...just a little bit more, part three by @mountainsandmayhem

joel miller caught you working where you shouldn’t be after you promised to quit. now he’s taking matters into his own hands.

frankie morales (triple frontier)

sit back, baby by @almostfoxglove

you’ve got a crush on your neighbor across the hall and finally get the chance to show him you care.

take you to the hilltop, and tell you you're pretty by @jolapeno

you book a guided hike tour for one when on your trip, not at all expecting your guide to be so damn hot.

frankie morales + santiago garcia + benny miller (triple frontier)

in the woods by @tonysopranosrobe

a camping trip with your boyfriend frankie and his friends takes a turn when you stumble upon a mysterious substance in the woods.

javier peña (narcos)

like a fever by @pedgito

there’s sweaty javi p and office sex, that’s all you need to know.

the man who has returned home by @jolapeno

this week’s sex diary - the man who has returned home

unscripted desire by @gothcsz

you’re a camerawoman that shoots pornos. javier peña is the pornstar you can’t stand. why is it that you’re always so affected by him?

dave york (the equalizer 2)

a long time coming by @guiltyasdave

you were supposed to go to a concert with your best friend. you end up going with her dad instead.

my own fic from october :)

three's a crowd (frankie morales + joel miller)

you’re in love with frankie and he is in love with you, but you both have no idea how to act on it. until joel miller comes along.

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

HELLO!! How are you? I hope you are doing alright!Firstly,I LOVED the way you wrote angel dust.Would you be Okay writing sub angel dust? Like he is all horny and needy he touches himself but it doesnt works and made him more desperate for release so he literally begs to the reader(reader and him are dating) to suck him off till he is a whimpering mess pleasee(if you are ok with it of course)?? If you are not comfortable with it thats Okay just have a GREAT day and dont forget to show the world your pretty smile <33

Sweet release - Angel Dust x reader

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI!

Hello! Thanks for the request!! I hope you like it!! ❤️

Words: ~1000 TW: oral (male receiving), masturbation

Angel's eyes darted between the dark ceiling, the clock and, well... you.

He knew you were tired. After all, you've been helping around the hotel so much in the past two weeks that you barely even slept anymore. This, combined with Valentino making him work more and more, you barely had time to spend with each other.

But this night he finally found you asleep back in your bed, probably relieved that you had finished most of your duties. It was already late when he returned, so deciding not to wake you up seemed like the right thing to do.

The only problem was that he missed you - a lot. Yes, he might have sex every day at work, but it never compared to the tender moments he spent with you. And besides, you were hot all the time, so he couldn't help it.

Angel sighed, glancing over at your sleeping form. As much as he put on the act, work had been draining. Every moan and groan he coaxed out of clients meant nothing, not compared to this — to you. Here, it wasn’t just a job. Here, it was real.

His cock was painfully hard underneath the blanket and the way you moved your butt against him surely didn't help either. Normally, you never opposed being woken up to sex, but he felt too guilty to disturb your sleeping after so many sleepless nights.

He tried everything - trying to fall asleep, thinking about less arousing stuff... Nothing helped. Irritated, he got up, making his way to the bathroom. Slowly, he got into the shower, the warm water making him return to his senses.

Desperately, he gripped the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down its length. A soft moan filled the bathroom at the relieving sensation. His mind was full of you, his eyes closed, allowing all of his fantasies to flood in.

His pace quickened, his cock twitching with every pump. Your name rolled out on his tongue just right, as his hips thrusted into his fist. It wasn't as good as it was when you helped him, but it was enough given the situation.

He ran his fingers over his tip, feeling his orgasm approaching fast. But just when he was about to feel the sweet release, the door to the bathroom opened.

His eyes met yours, a slight surprise on your face, though not something so out of the ordinary.

"Angie?" you asked, looking him up and down.

Angel's cock twitched in his hand, his eyes darting to you as you stepped into the bathroom. "Caught me at a bad time, babe," he teased, but there was a flicker of hesitation in his voice. You took a step closer, a sly smile playing on your lips. "Bad time? Looks like I'm right on time to me," you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his skin just enough to make him shiver. "Need some help?"

"I... Yeah... Please?"

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you got rid of your clothes, joining him in the bathroom.

"Didn't wanna bother ya... Thought ya needed your beauty sleep... Ya worked pretty hard after all." Angel said while leaning against the shower wall, his eyes on you with a rather needy expression on his face. He gently motioned you closer with one of his arms.

Your fingers slowly ran over his erect cock, earning a gasp from him, even though the sensation was not enough to satisfy him. "Aw, my sweet boy... I think you deserve something good after I neglected you for so long, hmm?" you teased, running your hand on his length a bit faster.

Angel whimpered, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. His eyes drifted from your hand to your face with a small smile. "Y-Yeah, p-pretty thing... Y-mm...you've been so busy, m-missing your touch."

"Yeah? And what would you want me to do, mm?"

His breath quickened as he leaned towards you, bucking his lips into your hand. "Oh, please..." your hand stopped, winning a whimper from him.

"What do you want me to do, pretty boy?"

His cheeks were all flustered, desperation gnawing at him. "Please, (Y/n)... Please suck me off... Do anything, really... I need ya..." He watched as you lowered yourself, the sight alone threatening to send him over the edge.

"Such a good boy..." you praised. Your lips wrapped around his tip, and Angel let out a shaky breath. His thighs trembled, and his hand slid down your neck, fingers curling slightly. Every stroke of your tongue sent sparks through his veins, and the way your lips moved down his length made him dizzy. He let out a desperate moan, barely able to keep his balance as you quickened your pace.

"Mm... yes... m'feels so good, ahh~"

Your hand wrapped around his base, trying to cover the rest of his length that wouldn't fit in your mouth. The soft insides of your mouth and the way your tongue moved against him were driving him crazy.

His fingers tangled into your hair, begging you to go faster. "Ah, please... Please baby, Ahh~~ I love yo- AH... Fuck~!"

You quickened your pace, his hips bucking into your mouth as he slightly gripped your hair. His moans filled the bathroom, his release threatening to get closer.

Angel’s breath hitched, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to ground himself. “Fuck, babe… Y-You’re really gonna ruin me, huh?” he gasped, his hand tightening in your hair. His hips bucked instinctively, every inch of him shaking as your mouth worked faster. “Ah—Fuck, yes!” His voice was rough, but underneath the moans, you could hear something raw, almost fragile. The sound of his name leaving your lips drove him mad. He let out a low whine, barely holding back. “I—shit, I love ya… gonna—ahhh fuck, I’m gonna—!”

With a loud moan, he pushed your head farther on his length, spilling his cum down your throat. Quickly, you cleared everything out, swallowing every drop of it.

"Fuck... Fuck, toots, you..." he tried to say in between breaths, the intensity of the orgasm still sending shivers through his body. "You're great...."

You got up, softly placing a kiss on his lips. "How about we take a shower and then return to bed?"

"Sounds great, babe..." he smirked at you, wrapping his arms around his body.

"But I might not be done with ya for the night, y'know?"

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@ustulia

[lemotmo]

I'm sighing at how annoying everything is. But this is all probably pretty accurate.

Q. I don't know if you've seen the old tweets and their vile language but I won't be able to do it if he stays around. I love this show and it would hurt terribly to have to walk away but I cannot and will not tolerate him.

A. I will admit that I try to avoid Twitter as much as possible because it's just an awful space to occupy, but I did receive the texts from a mutual and I am not surprised by their tone. But I'm going to be very honest with you here. Tim doesn't care. And Lou definitely doesn't care. They don't care, anon. Lou only cares about the attention you all are feeding him, and you all are feeding him constant attention. And 911 as a show has a history of problematic actors. Their vetting system is non-existent. I love Michael Grant, but Rockmond Dunbar is a garbage can of a human being. Something the show was well aware of long before his exit. Edy Ganem, who played Marisol, was blatantly and gleefully homophobic and transphobic for her entire run on the show. Meagan West, who played Taylor, I don't recall being openly hateful or discriminatory until the beginning of her exit, but from that point on she was vile, and openly hated on several members of the cast. This is not a new issue from 911 actors. But the only thing Tim cares about is that people are talking about his show. Lou will stay until Tim decides otherwise (I personally think he's already filmed his exit but I digress).

Like you I love this show, but from day one I have been an Evan Buckley girl. If this piece of shit ends up being Evan Buckley's endgame I will also not be sticking around. Many, many people will not be sticking around. But he's not going to be Buck's endgame. However, nothing we say or retweet or post about will speed up his exit. I know it's hard to ignore how truly repulsive he appears to be as a human being, but the show isn't interested in that. He's racist, ableist, homophobic (don't @ me a person can play gay for pay and still be homophobic, see Rockmond Dunbar for proof) and in not all shocking news we also now know he's sexist. The complete picture of maga grossness. But he genuinely enjoys how much we hate him. Please stop tweeting him. He's enjoying the fact that you hate him. He likes it. He likes every bit of the attention good and bad. And so do his fans. Talking about him and @ him constantly is only feeding into his desire to engage more with it. STOP DOING IT. It's not hard. I have never tweeted him or tagged a post with their ship name. It's not hard guys. Find a different way to tag your stuff and tell your followers if they don't want to see it they need to filter the new tag you have come up with. Putting the word anti in front of it doesn't matter. Don't use the ship name. If everyone else collectively decided to just stop @ him or tagging their ship name most of the attention would erode quickly. Because there are more antis than not but we're constantly contributing to the attention. And he's loving it. Stop doing it if for no other reason than the fact that it will piss him off if people stop coming for him. He's not worth the energy.

I hate it. I hate that he will forever have been Buck's first. I get it. I hate it. And I am someone who genuinely thought the coming out episode was lovely and well executed. But it's forever tainted and I get it ( and I will never forgive the prick for taking that episode, and that moment away from us). I want better for Buck and I want better for Oliver. And better is coming. I know the waiting sucks and that everyone is exhausted by the entire experience. And it's scary to have to put your faith in Tim because Tim doesn't always make the best decisions, but this is where we are. We are 5 episodes into an 18 episode season. And Tim will take however long he wants to take to play things out. But for your own sanity stop giving that man the attention he's desperately begging for. I know it sucks, anon. And I wish I could say something that would make the waiting easier, and I do think he's filmed his last scene even if it's not in episode 6. His willingness to engage in posts that openly take shots at Oliver and Ryan seem to indicate he's done filming. We just have to wait and see what episode that turns out to be. 💗

Yeah, pretty much this.

I never use any of the shipname tags nor the anti tags. I just made up a set of tags that worked for me and have no connection to the full shipname. I never mention the shipname in my posts either, unless they're in an ask someone dropped in my inbox.

Block whomever you need to block to get some peace on your dash and just move on. I have done exactly that and it has made such an immense difference. You should really try it.

None of this is worth any of our time or energy.

I know we're all tired. Believe me, I fully understand. I feel like it's been years and in reality it was only a mere few months. But the end is near now. It's in sight.

We know better things are coming up for Buck, so let's focus on that. And let's not forget to give Eddie some love as well. As Buck is Ali's favourite character on 911, mine is Eddie. I'm a proud Eddie girl. I recognise myself so much in him. I want him to finally be happy with Christopher and Buck by his side.

Soon.

IMPORTANT! Please don't repost this ask and/or a link that leads straight to my Tumblr account on Twitter or any other social media. Thank you!

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[kaiasky]

ok so here is my best understanding of weed from someone who has never smoked it, except for that one time i smoked it.

weed is apparently a flower not a leaf. the other bits have thc but people are wusses and don't smonk them. EXTREMELY silly since the cannabis leaf shape is so iconic. (the only parallel that even comes close is that the aminita muscaria is the icon of psychedelics despite not being a psyllocybin mushroom.)

i think like only one sex of plant has flowers that are worth smonking and it's a big thing to ensure all your seeds are female.

for some reason chewing it raw doesn't get you high you need to heat it up? (which i learned because i was worried that if i could smell unburnt weed in storage i was getting a contact high)

in general i feel that weed fans are maybe a bit of pussies like idk, simply smoke 3x the weed if it has 3x lower concentration, idgi? skissue.

People have strong opinions on how to get their weed but it seems like generally: in illegal places you talk to the most annoying person you know, and in legal places you go into an app store and place an order on an iPad and if you go to the front desk they say they can't help you, place an order on the ipad. or you order it online with various promises about how fast it'll get there and how little you need to interact with another human being.

there is an item known as a grinder which seems terribly designed and intended to spill as much cannabis on the ground as possible. why does this item look like a petri dish and not have an inbuilt funnel or something? i do not know.

the grinders job is to turn weed, which started life as loose ground up buds and was compacted into brussel sprouts of slightly more compressed ground up buds, into loose ground up buds, so it can be recompacted into slightly more compressed ground up buds in a weed cigarette bunt

the airflow of a joint is a mystery to me because my mental model of it is just you take the rolling paper and roll it up, lick it to seal it shut, and then twist the ends shut like a tootsie roll. which would block you from being able to suck the air in, no? my best guess is it's not entirely airtight and you just draw breath through the paper.

similarly, once you light it i don't understand what prevents the weed from spilling out the open end. if you blew on a joint would it spray everyone with smouldering weed?

i think most joints are unfiltered because idk. in general ig my perception is that cigarette users prize the aesthetics of a manufactured and standardized product while weed users prize the aesthetics of handrolling as a craft.

theres some substance called resin that makes it more thc-y. presumably it's just you blend up the rest of the plant and distill it?

blunts are either cigars with weed in them (do they still have a tobacco leaf as the wrap??) or just a big joint I'm not sure.

you can also, if you're normal, use a pipe or a bubbler or bong. this is very sensible and i understand how these work.

i don't understand why the weed pipe is that particular form and not like a tobacco pipe. or like why are the tobacco pipe, crack pipe, and weed pipe all different??

If you're a wuss, you can eat a gummy, either the thc kind that does something or the cbd kind that does nothing. you eat this and "nothing happens" and you have 4 more and then you explode, and apparently this happens to everybody. skissue.

the primary effect of weed is that you feel uncomfortable and want to eat food except ur mouth feels bad when it eats food. secondarily time goes slower (which, by the time-flies principle, implies you're not having fun?)

theres sativa which is if you want to have a fun joyous intriguing time, and indica which is boring. People make a lot of this difference and it's always like "there's two types of cowstuff, prime rib and literal cowpies"

if you smoke weed you get a tolerance and if you stop smoking you get less tolerance. so theres a ritual of taking a break to reset the tolerance. i find this oddly charming.

[deoidesign]

Someone killed my boss last night and he sent me this I'm so fired

god I can't wait to make this comic.

[manasurge]

Just a bit of lore relevant vent art (with terrible proportions bc apparently I mess that up horribly when I'm tired ugh. Watch me regret posting this tomorrow. The head size is already driving me mad bc it's too big, and I can feel myself wanting to abort this mission already) of Mourynn just, lying down on top of one of those large elevated Pale Tree roots far above the Grove (and far away from everyone else), and during the time between the early years and before the Personal story. Caithe is gone (Destiny's Edge), Wynne is gone (bc well, y'know...), even Faolain is gone (bc of Caithe in DE), and she's just feeling miserable, lost, and alone. (Her hair is in between her sapling hair and the Zhaitan hair, so it's grown out a bit bc she's depressed, and she's meant to be in the new outfit she designed, but I'm in the process of redesigning it a bit, so I've made a few tentative changes for now. Her collar is now just an extension of her clavicle leaves which can be put up like a collar, or can be draped down over her shoulders or back)

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[softerhaze]

idk if it was the venus retrograde or what, but july 2023 was quite literally the worst month i've ever experienced in my life like.....every single day? awful? worse than the last? it's more likely than u think