#i truly don't know

[hypewinter]

In the middle of a Justice League meeting, Batman feels a tug on his cape. He looks down to see a little boy who could easily pass as one of his.

"Erm," the boy starts. "I frew up."

[strangeswift]

No fr like the Duffers should just let Mike have curly hair. The fanfic writers are so right on this one. Nobody will complain about inconsistency. Right guys? 🔫 We won't even mention it? It's okay, Duffers. Go ahead give the people what they want.

[feluka]

the problem with not understanding tone is that every time i read something i'm like "is this bait? should i respond? is this bait? should i respond?"

[bookspls1815]

I’m in this weird dual-extremes place with Ted/Trent (Tedependent?  Is that what the kids are saying these days?) where like, obviously I would love it if they got together in the show.  I would find that downright delightful (and honestly also very surprising).

I would also be very very happy with a third season where Trent is queer (I mean... the Vibes Are There, but they haven’t technically confirmed it) and where hopefully Colin is also queer, and that’s touched on, but there’s nothing ever between Trent and Ted.  I would enjoy the hell out of that.  And, you know, that’s what myself and other fanfic writers are here for.

What I do not want and am extremely afraid of is the unrequited crush plotline.  Literally I would hate that so much.  It would cause me so much pain.  And it seems... not likely, but plausible? 

To be fair to the show, the theme of Ted Lasso in my life has been continual pleasant surprise.  Every time I thought they would do something awful and cringey that I (a deeply picky person) would hate, they didn’t, and they did something cool and great and nice instead.  So probably it will be fine!  I’m just stewing in anxiety in the meantime. 

[lowlights]

The Greenhouse

I don't know. This idea entered my head bc of this post and it rotted away in there. This is just for fun, and I had to get it out. This is a real write-it-and-yeet-it-out situation. Have fun.

The Greenhouse

Pairing: (wait for it) Victorian-era AU gardener!Din Djarin x female reader. WC: 1600ish

Warnings: Smut, PinV sex (unprotected), creampie, a good dose of Victorian shame, Din being a little chatty, a touch of praise. That might be it?

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The summer humidity is hot on your skin as you race through the wet grass, dress swishing as your legs carry you back to the greenhouse.

Back to him. 

You shouldn’t be here, you know this. What would your parents say if they knew? What if someone from the town found out? You shouldn’t risk even being here this time of the evening, long past any reasonable hour that you could explain that you were going for a short walk or getting some air. 

Especially because the air is far from fresh. It’s stale and muggy and oppressive. It clings to your dress, to your hair, to your soul. Your soul that has been laid bare and tortured these past weeks since the last time you could slip away from your family and find him. 

It seemed as though your family always knew your whereabouts, planning out every moment of every day, as they kept tabs on their one and only daughter who should have been married off already. If only they knew how little you cared for the potential husbands in the ugly suits that were paraded around, and instead you had been aching to catch a glimpse of the stoic, mysterious gardener who was more content to talk to little green plants instead of humans. 

You didn’t know that his eyes were always on you as well, but not to try to keep you in line like everyone else in your life. 

Quite the opposite. 

He was entranced by the graceful way you moved, the gentle curve of your neck, and the swell of your breasts above your corset. He imprinted every moment into his brain, recalling the stolen memories every night as he fucked his hand and spilled against his belly as he moaned your name. 

He thought he could never have you, but god he wanted you. More than he had ever wanted anything else before. 

Imagine his surprise when you ran into him before sunrise in the small side garden many months ago, where you stood in your sleep dress with your hair wild and free. Imagine his even greater surprise when you clumsily pressed your lips against his. Although nothing compared to what you felt when he kissed you back as though he would perish without you. 

That kiss led to another. And another. Until finally, one night in the greenhouse, he took you. 

It was the last time you had been alone with him, and you were desperate for more. It’s why you were sneaking across the large back garden where you could see the dim light of the greenhouse and the faint shadow of movement inside. 

He was there, waiting. Praying that you would come to find him. 

Finally reaching your destination, you quietly enter and latch the door behind you. It is even hotter inside the greenhouse, but the air doesn’t feel dead- it is alive. Vibrant. The air carries the smell of earth and leaves and flowers, and a current of electricity that is like a physical manifestation of your own desire. 

You call out to him softly. “Hello?” 

You hear a tool drop and the sound of boots stomping around a wall of caladiums. Finally, finally…you see him. 

“Din,” you say with a relieved sigh. You start to run towards him but he’s over to you in two large steps, crashing his lips against yours and wrapping his body around you. His shoulders are broad, sculpted by years of manual labor. You feel weightless as he practically lifts you to meet his mouth and every bit of oxygen escapes your body. 

He pulls away so that you both can catch your breath. “It’s been too long, sweetheart. Too long away from me,” he murmurs before diving back down to capture your mouth with his plush lips. He smells like sweat and cinnamon, and it makes you go insane. You run your hands up his arms and across his strong back, hanging on to this tree of a man as he picks you up and lifts you onto the nearby potting table.

You’re more at eye level with him here, so you can see the ravenous darkening of his eyes as you coax your skirt up to your knees so that he can press himself into the space between your legs. 

“Din, oh how I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?” you ask, toying with the hair on the back of his head. 

Din slowly tears his gaze away from your bare legs so that he can meet your stare. “Of course I’ve missed you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you or…that last time we were together.” He starts kissing your neck, not caring how sticky with sweat you both are. 

“Sweetheart…did you touch yourself? Since that night?” he asks quietly. 

You swallow hard and nod. 

He makes an approving sound. “Tell me about it.” 

You can feel your cheeks heat up with shame and you don’t know if you can utter the words out loud. You’ve never spoken about this to anyone. But he had shown you the last time what you could do and…oh. 

“I, um…I put one finger inside of me. Like you did. Then another. But, D-Din,” you stutter. “Din, it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel like…you. Oh god, it wasn’t enough.” The words tumble out of your mouth and when you look at Din with an embarrassed glance, you only see desire written plainly across his face. 

“That’s my good girl. I’m going to make you feel good again, I promise. Can I get you ready for me?” he asks as he nips across your collarbone. His mouth is even hotter than the air in the greenhouse, and you feel like it’s trailing fire across your skin. 

You shake your head no, and DIn looks at you with confusion. “I just want to feel you, please, please. I just want you inside me, I need you.” 

The strangled moan that Din makes is unlike anything you’ve heard before. He helps you down from the table before turning you around, pressing you against the wooden stand. 

“Sweetheart, how do you want it? Tell me exactly,” he instructs with a commanding whisper into your ear. He laves kisses against your shoulder, licking a broad stripe down the nape of your neck to where he has pulled the top of your chemise down. He groans against your salty skin. 

You gasp as you feel his hard length press against you, but you know exactly what you crave from him. “I want you to take me just like this. Make me see stars and ache for days. Like last time.” 

Din growls against your skin as he rucks your skirts up, nudging your legs apart. His breath catches when he realizes that you’re completely bare under your skirts, and as he runs his hand up the inside of your thigh he lets out a little ahhh sound as an idea dawns on him.  

“No wonder you don’t need my hand first, you’re soaking wet. Did you touch yourself before coming out here? Get that cunt nice and ready for me?” He goes weak as you frantically nod your head and he quickly starts shucking off his pants. 

With barely a word of warning, he’s pushing into you and his cock feels exquisite. Thick and stretching you beyond what your fingers could ever do. He goes slowly until you practically slam yourself back against him, desperate to have him as deep as possible. Now. 

Then he’s moving, bending you over against the table and laying his weight over you. Enveloping you as you take him into your warmth and cry out for more, more, please. His pace builds to a frenzy, slamming against you as empty pots tumble off the table and land by your feet. His grunts grow louder and louder with each thrust, but the sound doesn’t carry, drowned out and muffled by the plants that surround you and keep your secret. 

You’re screaming and tightening around him and he quickly follows you over the edge into ecstasy until he collapses on top of you while you both come back to reality. As he softens, he slips out of you and you feel his spend slip down your leg, just another sticky reminder of tonight. You let your skirts fall back down while he gets himself in order and he spins you around, kissing you with an exhausted but consuming passion. 

He wants to feel bad for finishing inside of you, because he knows better. But is it so wrong that he wants to claim every bit of you? Make you his inside and out? Forget that he’s just a gardener and you will be the lady of this manor one day? 

He doesn’t think about how badly he wants to be yours. Especially when you’re looking at him, sweaty and freshly fucked, like you just might feel the same way about him too. 

“I need to get back, someone will come looking for me if I’m gone much longer. I…” you pause. “I wish I didn’t have to go.” You look away. 

Din captures your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your gaze back to him. “I wish for that too, sweetheart.” The words that he wishes he could say get stuck in his throat. 

“Maybe I’ll have some time away from my family soon?” you say, hopeful. Pleading. Begging. 

Din nods. “Maybe so, sweetheart.” 

He watches as you leave the greenhouse and cross back out into the night, the air hazy and heavy. He hopes that it’s true, and he’ll get another few stolen minutes with you again. 

[unanottexxx]

idk maybe fyodor can resurrect until he reaches his goal? or maybe it's a cycle? killing a certain amount of people is his crime and dying after it only to resurrect is his punishment?

i mean his ability is 'crime and punishment' which is something two sided and one thing leads to other thing so the act of 'killing' leads to his own 'death' and his resurrection, only to repeat again and again

wait- maybe he thinks he has to remove all abilities to break the cycle but in reality he has to acknowledge his crimes to do it? maybe the narrator (asagiri himself) is tricking us to think fyodor is some sort of 'jesus' who kills and dies for our sins but in fact he is committing those crimes mainly for his own goals. he thinks, similar to razumihin (c&p); someone has to do all these and that someone is above everyone, someone who sheds blood to cleanse us, someone who sacrifices their humanity for our sins, just like a savior, a god. he believes that and persuades us to believe it too.

[onboardsorasora]

since it's valentine's day, should i...

update 3 roses or post a different dewis one shot?

sound off in the comments if you care?

[iwonderwh0]

What would you think Emma think of an android like Alice if she happened to meet one?

What would you think Alice would think of meeting another girl like her, but human?

[mmm-yes-potato]

hElp

how do you accept compliments?

specifically back-to-back ones.

one-off compliments are easy. just say thank you and move on.

but what about a bunch of them?

right now I just keep repeating 'thank you' over and over and over so much that it gets to the point where it's noticeable and weird.

any suggestions???

[mcgiggly]

#1 biggest pet peeve: People degrading themselves. Ring'd Engage character: Alcryst HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

[karometeenk]

but karo, you may ask, wasn't this presentation supposed to be last week, and wasn't it only moved because the professor got sick, and didn't you only find out she was sick the evening before the presentation was due? well, fuck you

[luthienmpl]

Tommy: walks on screen wearing glasses and a blue shirt My SCOY-rotten brain: TOH???

🤡🤡🤡

[party-gilmore]

My take on that "To Feed Your Guests, Or Not To Feed Them" post is honestly like it's more complicated than just yes or no.

If i CAN then absolutely yes i will offer and offer and offer no matter how many times i get a "no no I'm good I'm not hungry/thirsty" and i am sorry to keep repeating myself after you've answered i just can't stop myself.

But if it's a tight week like this one and i literally can not spare food and did not plan for company I'm going to just say straight up "I'm sorry, i didn't expect this, i don't have enough to share" and anyone who actually gives a damn is going to be alright with that. Of course i have the benefit of being the only one in my house, so it's not like i have to deal with kids inviting their friends over when i can't... really feed them... so like...

[nozomimi01]

is the boop an actual thing or is the rest of tumblr in on some high joke mission for april 1st?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))