#ik it’s November now

[maggiecheungs]

favourite films watched in september 2022

[necrotic-nephilim]

do you use any site/spreadsheet/etc. to track your comic reading? i use locg right now but have been considering other options.

... yes. technically. but bc i'm an autistic bitch i just. have a google spreadsheet i'm gonna be honest. i log it all manually.

this is an example of what a random section looks like of my 2023 spreadsheet. in order it's: title, issue/volume number, page count, date i finished the comic, and my personal rating. blue and red is obviously DC and Marvel. pink means the numbering is counting single issues, yellow means it's counting volumes/trades. sometimes for the page count i guesstimate based on how long comics tend to be if i can't find an exact page count. the colors in the rating are just for fun so i can easily see what stuck out as 10/10 and what stuck out as 1/10.

then i take all of *that* data and condense it into monthly stats. all by hand bc idk how to like. properly use google sheets that well.

obviously i'm aware all of this is likely the most tedious way to do it and i'm probably making it harder for myself. however. i am just Like That. i do use the Comics Geeks app as well, which i think is a solid app? i just haven't fully logged everything i've read because i find that to be wildly tedious. but the stat breakdowns it gives about most read characters and writers and whatnot is nifty. though you can tell the app is more geared toward tracking comic collections rather than comics read.

so uh. i'm not the best person to ask about this probably lkjhghgjhkjjkjh i will always brute force my own way than just doing it the. smart way. but! i do keep track of it all and i find it very useful to do so, because i like seeing the trends of what i was reading when. also i enjoy the data of how i rated a comic when i read it vs how i feel about it now that it's sat with me. idk if this helps but!! i do like rambling about my spreadsheet!

[why-the-heck-not]

20.11.23, monday

I’m thinking about doing some sort of productivity log thing. I did that at the start of this autumn, but stopped bc I got bored of taking the same pic of my desk each day lol. So this is going to be mostly without pictures I think. I’ll post those separately whenever there’s actually something worth posting.

5.5h of coding (2.5h for a group project, 3h for a ruby on rails project)

grocery store

dealt with a washing machine malfunction (it did not drain the water, and now I’m scared to use it bc what if I’ll somehow flood my apartment? Yikes)

[moonlessbeast]

Jojo This Reference That. Whatever.

Marcoh’s a Butch ⬇️

[nightfallsystem]

i wish i had ice cream rn its so fuckking hot AND ITS NIGHT

[sea-jello]

Theyre in the same grade born in different years because anyone who turns 17 from august 1998 to like august 1999 would be a junior, its not just anyone in the same year in one grade. Like me and my cousin are both seniors, I was born in march 2005 and he was born november 2004. if that makes sense

yeah it does make sense! i actually had the same system when i was younger lmao but then i moved and it was everyone born in the same year in the same grade so idk how new jersey does it

[sparrowlucero]

ik you were joking but I would be genuinely interested to hear about the flux cowriting credits strife if you feel like going into detail on it

So I have a big conspiracy theory about season 13 of Doctor Who ("Flux"), namely that there's a lost episode was scripted and even possibly filmed in near entirety, but ended up being cut and cannibalized in post production due to behind the scenes issues, and the fandom has yet to pick up on it.

For anyone who doesn't watch the show: Flux is a miniseries of Doctor Who; a full season was not commissioned because it was produced during Covid. The most important stuff about it for the purposes of this post are:

It's 6 episodes long (¹). The episodes are all directly continuous and could not be shuffled around. (I should clarify here that, no, the showrunner can't simply choose on a whim to make 10 episodes, or only make 4; they had to stick to 6, as that was the amount they were picked up and scheduled for)

The showrunner, Chris Chibnall , wrote every episode apart from episode 4 (Village of the Angels) which he has a co-writing credit on.

(More subjectively but perhaps relevant) The season is largely considered to be kind of a structural mess and (less subjectively) there appears to some abnormal and consistent production issues (²)

So the first thing I need to evidence here is that Chris Chibnall, aforementioned showrunner and writer of the entire season, was late. Like, really late.

Word of mouth gossip had been circulating for a while that there was some sort of on-set problem involving filming having to be paused because he was still finishing scripts: (³)

This would later be confirmed at a Gallifrey One panel (⁴) with Matt Strevens, the executive producer, who suggests that filming stopped to allow Chris Chibnall to finish scripts; he further implies that large swathes of episode 5/Block 2 weren't written until Episode 4/Block 1 (in which Kevin McNally debuts) was filming:

So with that context, let's talk about that Episode 4, "Village of the Angels", the only episode not attributed solely to Chris Chibnall. Co written by Maxine Alderton.

The filming pics reveal an interesting bit of trivia for Village: namely, the clapperboards show that the story was actually filmed as episode 5, not 4:

As the above tweet suggests, this doesn't make much sense. The miniseries is, again, a single continuous plot. It's not like they flipped Village and the current episode 5, Survivors of the Flux; the latter explicitly takes place chronologically after it. And yet, Village having been intended as the penultimate episode 5 is further evidenced by the original trailer for it, in which a character states that the story takes place on the 28th of November. This line is dubbed over in the final episode and subsequent trailers to instead say the 21st:

Why is this line important enough to dub? Because that's meant to line up with the air date of the episode. Episode 4 aired on the 21st and 5 on the 28th. But something happened in post production, and now it's episode 4 on the 21st instead (⁵):

So if none of these episodes were moved around but it does seem like Village was meant to be episode 5, where and what is the original episode 4?

I have a theory.

Flux has a recurring subplot involving two side characters, a married couple (Bel and Vinder) who have been separated by the titular disaster and are traveling the universe to reunite with each other. This story is told through segments sprinkled throughout the episodes. These have a different writing style (including a diary-esque narration only present in these scenes) and an internally consistent visual style that looks somewhat different to the other parts of the season.

Village of the Angels, for instance, is a moody, dark episode set in a village in the 1960s:

However, Bel and Vinder's segments in the episode have a somewhat different look:

On top of this, they never intersect with the episode's A plot (literally or in any clear thematic way), and the majority of these segments piece together into one single scene that seems to have been cut up.

So, what I think is that the bel and vinder scenes across the middle of the season were originally a single full story, an episode 4 that took a breather from the main plot and characters to follow the lives of these two side characters; the differing visual and writing style is due to it originally having been filmed separately and with a somewhat different artistic intent. I believe Chris Chibnall's cowriting credit on Angels exists because these specific scenes are from a script he wrote, but that otherwise the Angel script can be credited solely to Maxine Alderton by normal cowriting standards.

"But wait," you might say, "I thought there were already 6 episodes that are all plot relevant? If no episodes existing right now can be cut, how could this 7th episode exist?"

Remember this tidbit:

The adventures in question comprise a large amount of the next episode (Episode 5: Survivors of the Flux), nearly 20 minutes of a 50ish minute runtime (and frankly, much of the rest of the episode is somewhat fluffy build up that feels like it's taking advantage of an extended runtime). A version without this added plot would, in my opinion, only warrant one final episode rather than two.

I think the showrunner, still scrambling to finish scripts as the episodes were being filmed, and making a snap decision to include a new major subplot (⁶), wrote a finale script so long and with so many plot threads that the only way to keep all this material of was to split it into two episodes, 5 and 6. And because they only could only make 6, he had to get rid of one of the previous 5 episodes - the already scripted and filmed ones - to make room for this new episode 5. A tough order when it's a plot-heavy miniseries... if not for episode 4 being a standalone divergence from the main plot about the lives of two side characters, one that could, in theory, be cut up and dispersed throughout the season without continuity issues for the main story.

(Some notes and clarifications under the cut)

(1) some sources initially reported the episode count as 8; this wasn't inaccurate - the 2022 new years/easter special were part of the episode order. Flux itself was always meant to be 6 episodes long. (2) A few of the production issues include: - episodes filming without a second draft:

- the fx team that had been on the show since 2005 abruptly leaving midseason (because they "didn't feel like part of the team anymore") and returning as soon as the creative team changed, including the head of the studio implying they weren't properly credited (mild vfx body horror warning in link):

- people working on additional projects such as books not receiving clear information on the characters they were assigned to write:

- and likely a director who was put on hold due to a script being rewritten:

Among other things I can't directly cite at the moment, including vfx artists having to do whole episodes solo in crunch time and writers not being told their work was massively overhauled until it aired due to major changes being extremely late in production.

While I don't wish to pontificate too much here and many of these things are pretty normal by themselves, I do think it could paint a picture of a production where an episode well into filming may genuinely be cut on a whim and without consideration for the crew, artists, etc. working on the show. (3) This reddit post comes from a leaker who was known to be consistently accurate. (4) Gallifrey One does not allow filming of panels. I know Kevin's livetweets of panels to be accurate. (5) It's very, very unlikely the entire season was moved back a week, as the premier is a Halloween special that was certainly always intended to air on Oct. 31st. (6) I don't wish to insinuate Chris Chibnall is, throughout his career, an inherently poor showrunner, but I do think that maybe his jump from police procedural - a genre that doesn't involve quite as much concept art, vfx work, marketing, convention panels, set building, episodic storytelling, and keeping in touch with expanded universe producers - to flagship science fiction adventure show may have contributed to some of these issues, especially when he was already in the mindset that things could be changed on a whim (perhaps not such a major issue when it's broadchurch and no new sets need be built)

(source) Basically I don't really think this is "the showrunner's fault" or anything; more that a perfect storm of a showrunner who was habitually late on scripts, used to writing lowkey cop dramas, covid, an entirely serialized season, etc. may have led to these issues

[helen-with-an-a]

Oh yay a new Oberdorf story this weekend!

Wait no more Obi fans - here is a smutty fic to keep you a little full until November hehe. And it's before the weekend (sort of). Ik i asked for reqs and to the Anon how sent in the jealousy idea - it's such a good idea and yes it will be written but I was about 2k into this before I saw it so I decided to finish this first.

First Time

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: It's R and Lena's first time doing anything sexual

Word count: 4.5k

TW: Smut, 18+, fingering (R receiving)

This was so not how you expected your night to go. It was supposed to be romantic and gentle – a night that you and Lena had been anticipating for weeks. Although, you supposed it was just not in the at you were expecting. Tonight marked your first official date as girlfriends, an event you’d been dreaming about ever since your friendship had blossomed into something more. From the moment you first met as kids, there had been an unspoken connection between you two. The years went by, and though you were close friends, it became clear that your feelings for each other had grown deeper over time. You had been pining for each other since adolescence, each of you harbouring a quiet hope that someday the other would feel the same way.

It had taken a month of playing on the same Club team for things to finally shift. The constant exchanges of longing stares and the shared, charged glances hadn’t gone unnoticed by your teammates. They’d grown weary of the unspoken tension and had taken matters into their own hands, staging an intervention that left both you and Lena flustered but undeniably grateful.

A month ago, Lena had taken the plunge and officially asked you out. It was a moment you’d both been waiting for, and since then, your relationship had deepened in ways you hadn’t imagined. You’d been on one date a week, each outing a new adventure and a chance to explore your blossoming romance. But it wasn’t just the dates that defined your connection; you were inseparable, spending nearly every evening at each other’s houses and sticking together like glue during training sessions.

It was as you stood in front of your door, your hand firmly in Lena’s, she had asked you those immortal words. Lena’s words and the earnest look in her eyes caught you off guard. With a mixture of nervousness and hope, she asked if she could be your girlfriend – officially, in the way that only a heartfelt question could make it feel.

You had, of course, said yes. Your heart was racing, pounding so fiercely it felt like it might burst from your chest. The excitement and joy coursing through you were overwhelming, making your breath catch and your head spin. A nervous bubble of anticipation settled in your stomach, causing a fluttery sensation that was both exhilarating and a little bit unnerving.

You could see the hope and vulnerability in Lena’s eyes, and it only made you want to reassure her with more than just a verbal affirmation. With a mixture of eagerness and tenderness, you leaned in. Your lips met hers in a kiss that was soft yet full of unspoken promises and deep affection. It was a kiss that conveyed all the feelings you had bottled up inside – your excitement, your love, and the sheer relief of finally being on the same page. The world around you seemed to dissolve, leaving just the two of you, connected in a way that felt both new and perfectly right.

And now, exactly one week later, the world had shifted in a way you hadn’t quite anticipated. Lena was lying on top of you, her body warm and soft against yours in a way that felt both exhilarating and comforting. Her mouth was pressed firmly against yours, a kiss that was both passionate and tender. One that felt so foreign, yet so familiar.

As you melted into the kiss, you could feel her hands exploring, tracing a path down your body with a deliberate and gentle touch. Each caress was both thrilling and reassuring, a tactile affirmation of the connection you were deepening together. Her fingers moved with a kind of reverence, exploring and savouring every inch of you.

The sensation of her hands on your skin was electrifying, making your heart race and your senses come alive. The way she seemed to be attuned to your every reaction, adjusting her touch based on your unspoken cues made your heart leap.

“Lena,” you sighed, the breath escaping your lips in a shuddering exhale as her mouth remained pressed firmly against your skin. The sensation was both electrifying and soothing, and as she moved to suck a delicate bruise into your neck, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursed through you. Each gentle pull of her lips sent ripples of warmth down your spine, making your pulse quicken.

Your hands, almost on their own accord, slipped away from her hips and travelled upward, threading themselves into her soft, tousled hair. The strands of her hair felt silky and alive between your fingers as you pressed further her into your skin.

As her mouth continued its exploration, Lena’s hand ventured toward your chest, hovering just above your breast with a hesitant but tender touch. The pause was filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, as if she was waiting for your approval or perhaps gauging your reaction.

“Is this ok?” she asked softly, her voice a gentle murmur that contrasted with the heated intensity of the moment. Her eyes, filled with a mix of affection and concern, met yours as she awaited your response.

“More than,” you gasped out, the words escaping in a breathless rush. The moment her hand made contact, your body responded with an involuntary shiver of delight. Her touch was a perfect blend of softness and warmth, and as she gently squeezed, a low, instinctive moan escaped your lips, a sound that was a melody to Lena’s ears. She smiled, leaning back to kiss you with a renewed sense of purpose – wanting to draw those sounds out of you again, and again, and again.

“Can I take it off?” Lena’s voice was a soft murmur, barely audible over the sound of your shared breaths. The question was wrapped in a mixture of tenderness and desire, as if she was seeking both permission and reassurance. Her lips lingered on yours for a few more seconds, brushing against them in a delicate dance that sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel your chest rising and falling with each breath, the anticipation of her touch making your heart race. With a nod, you responded affirmatively, your voice barely above a whisper. “Uh huh,” you managed to say, your eyes meeting hers with an intensity that mirrored the fluttering in your chest.

“Words, baby,” Lena replied, her words laced with a promise of more to come. Her hands were poised at the hem of your shirt, their warmth radiating through the fabric and creating a tantalising contrast with the cool air. Despite her gentle touch, she didn’t move her hands, waiting for your final confirmation.

The moment seemed to stretch out, filled with a mix of longing and anticipation. “Yes, Lena. Take it off,” you whined, the urgency in your voice betraying your eagerness.

Lena’s response was immediate, her fingers finally moving with a deliberate and tender touch, as if savouring every second of the moment. The anticipation was almost palpable, and as she began to lift your shirt, the sensation of her fingers against your skin heightened by the cool air.

“So gorgeous,” Lena hummed appreciatively, her eyes roaming over your body with a mixture of admiration and desire. Her gaze was filled with warmth and appreciation, making you feel both cherished and exposed in the most intimate way.

As the moment stretched on, you found yourself hesitating, caught between the exhilaration of the present and the vulnerability of the situation. “C-can I take yours off too? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s just – ” Your words stumbled out, the nervousness evident in your voice. The last thing you wanted was to impose or make her uncomfortable.

Before you could finish your thought, Lena interrupted you with a gentle, reassuring kiss. Her lips were soft and soothing against yours, and the warmth of the kiss was a balm to your frayed nerves. “Stop overthinking, it’s just me,” she murmured softly, her breath warm and calming against your lips.

Despite her soothing words, your anxiety spilled over. “That’s the problem,” you blurted out before you could catch yourself. The confession was raw and unfiltered, a moment of vulnerability that you hadn’t intended to share.

Lena’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her features. “What?” she asked, her voice sharp with worry. The shift in her demeanour made your heart sink further, amplifying your embarrassment.

“No, no, that’s not – fuck, so stupid. That’s not what I meant at all. Not in that way. God, I’m such an idiot,” you stammered, your cheeks burning with a deep flush of mortification. The words spilled out in a flurry, your mind racing to correct the misunderstanding. “I … I meant, that I am bound to overthink this because it’s you. I’ve had sex before, Lena. But none of them have been you – ” The confession was raw and heartfelt, exposing the depth of your feelings. “I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen. I’ve waited so long for this. I just … I just want to be perfect for you.”

Lena’s expression softened immediately, her concern melting into a look of profound understanding and affection. She pulled you closer, her voice dropping to a soothing coo. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, her tone filled with tenderness. She pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “It is already perfect. You are perfect. It’s perfect because it’s you.”

“What if I mess up?” you asked, your voice tinged with worry as you searched Lena’s face for reassurance. The thought of making a mistake or not living up to the moment was a heavy weight on your shoulders, and you struggled to push past the anxiety swirling in your mind.

“You won’t,” Lena countered firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. The confidence in her voice was meant to be a comfort, but your nerves were still on edge, making it hard to fully absorb her reassurance.

“But what if I – ” you started again, unable to shake the nagging fear that you might fall short of what you wanted this moment to be.

“Baby,” Lena said gently, her voice softening as she reached out to hold your face in her hands. She waited until your eyes met hers, her gaze steady and full of warmth. “You won’t mess up. Just let yourself feel good and I’ll do all the work.”

She began to run her hand up and down your sides in a soothing motion, her touch calming and grounding. “Focus on my hands,” she instructed, her fingers caressing your skin with a tenderness that made it impossible not to relax into her touch.

“On my lips,” she whispered next, her breath warm against your skin as she planted a series of gentle kisses along your cheek and jawline. Each kiss was a soft reminder of her affection and commitment to making this moment special for both of you.

“On the way you feel,” she continued, her hands sliding back to your breast. She gave it a tender squeeze, her fingers brushing against your nipple in a light pinch that made you gasp softly. The combination of her touch and the intimacy of her words helped to melt away your apprehensions, focusing your attention on the sensations she was creating.

Slowly, Lena allowed her hands to wander over your body once more, her touch gentle but exploratory. As her fingertips skimmed your skin, a satisfied smirk tugged at her lips against yours. She noticed the way your eyes fluttered shut, your face relaxing into a look of pure pleasure, and it only seemed to fuel her desire to make this moment as perfect as possible.

“Pretty baby,” she murmured softly, her voice a soothing whisper as she nipped playfully at your earlobe. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of pleasure and anticipation building with each tender bite.

You felt her hand drift lower, her fingers teasingly playing with the waistband of your shorts. The touch was light, almost playful, yet filled with an undercurrent of desire that made your heart race. The anticipation of what was to come had you yearning for more, and you could barely contain the excitement bubbling within you.

“Can I take these off?” she asked, her voice a soft, seductive murmur. The question was more of an invitation than a demand, her eyes locked onto yours with a look of sincere affection and eagerness.

“Please,” you moaned in response, the word escaping your lips in a breathy, pleading tone. The desperation in your voice was matched by the way you lifted your hips, giving her the space she needed to slide your shorts down. The gesture was both eager and vulnerable, showing just how much you wanted to be closer to her.

As Lena tugged the shorts down, she used the momentary distance between your bodies to quickly and efficiently remove her own shirt and shorts. The swift motion was both practical and electrifying, her actions carrying an air of confidence and intimacy that left you breathless.

You watched with bated breath as she moved, each motion deliberate and graceful, a display of power and control. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, a testament to years of dedication and discipline, as she reached up and casually pulled her shirt over her head. The fabric slid away, revealing the sculpted curves of her shoulders and the defined lines of her abdomen. You couldn’t help but gulp, feeling your pulse quicken as your eyes hungrily traced the contours of her muscular figure, every inch of her exuding strength and confidence.

She caught your gaze, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, clearly aware of the effect she had on you. The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. “And you say I’m pretty,” you scoffed, though the words came out softer than intended, almost a whisper, betraying the awe you felt in her presence. The corners of her mouth lifted into a grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement, as if to say she knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“Stop,” Lena laughed, her voice light and melodic, the sound of her amusement filling the space between you. She looked at you with eyes that sparkled with a mix of affection and mischief, the kind of look that made your heart skip a beat. There was something in her gaze that went beyond humor, a depth of admiration that made you feel both warm and self-conscious under her steady stare.

“What?” you teased, raising an eyebrow at her, your lips curving into a playful grin. The challenge in your tone was clear, daring her to say what was on her mind.

“You know what,” she retorted, her voice carrying a hint of mock sternness as she pointed a finger at you. Her smile never faded, though, and without another word, she began to clamber back over you, moving with an effortless grace that made your breath catch.

As she settled down, her body pressing against yours, the familiar charge of electricity crackled back to life between you. It was as if the very air around you hummed with energy, every point of contact between your bodies sending sparks through your skin. Her warmth seeped into you, making you hyper-aware of every inch of her, the closeness of her breath, the rhythm of her heartbeat, the way her hair brushed against your cheek.

You lifted a hand, your fingers trembling slightly as they found their way to the back of her neck. The warmth of her skin against your palm sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn't hesitate. With a gentle tug, you pulled her closer, guiding her towards you with an irresistible need that had been simmering just beneath the surface. The space between you disappeared in an instant, and your lips met hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

You arched into her, your body instinctively seeking more of her warmth, more of her touch. The kiss was fierce, filled with a raw intensity that left you both breathless. It was a clash of desire, both of you giving as good as you got, lips and tongues moving in a heated dance that demanded everything and gave even more. The world around you seemed to blur, fading into nothingness as the only thing that mattered was the taste of her, the feel of her pressed against you, and the intoxicating way she responded to your every move.

You gasped, the sound escaping your lips before you could hold it back, as her thigh slid between yours with an effortless precision. The sensation was immediate, a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending. Her muscles flexed against you, firm and powerful, and the friction was enough to make your breath hitch. It felt like electricity was dancing through your veins, each spark traveling directly to the core of your being, making your skin tingle with a fiery intensity.

A moan spilled from your lips, unabashed and raw, the sound of your desire filling the space between you. It was a sound you couldn't suppress even if you tried, a wanton expression of how deeply you craved her touch, how desperately you needed more“So sexy,” Lena breathed against your skin, her voice low and filled with a husky reverence that sent a thrill through your entire body. Her words were a caress in themselves, making you shiver as they lingered in the air between you. You could feel her breath, warm and teasing, ghosting over the sensitive spots of your neck, each exhale stirring the hairs there as her lips brushed against your skin. Her fingers, light and tantalising, began their descent once more, trailing down your body with a deliberate slowness that made you ache with anticipation.

Her touch was both gentle and electrifying, setting your nerves alight as she traced invisible patterns along your skin. The tension built with every inch she traveled, your body responding to her in ways you couldn’t control. You could feel the heat pooling deep within you, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat.

“Can I?” Lena’s voice was barely more than a whisper, the question hanging between you, heavy with promise. But you didn’t need to think, didn’t need to hesitate. You were nodding before she even finished her sentence, your need for her overwhelming any semblance of restraint.

“Yes, yes, please. Lena, please,” you begged, the words tumbling out of you in a rush, raw and unfiltered. Your voice was thick with desperation, each syllable laced with the fervour of your desire. You wanted her, needed her, more than anything, and you weren’t afraid to let her know. The way you said her name was almost a plea, your eyes locking onto hers, silently urging her to continue, to take you where you so desperately wanted to go.

Slowly, almost agonisingly so, she let her fingers glide over your skin, parting your flesh with a deliberate, teasing touch. The pace was torturously slow, every second stretched out as she took her time, savouring each moment, each reaction she drew from you. The anticipation built with every heartbeat, your body humming with the intensity of the moment, straining toward her with a desperate need for more.

When her fingers finally reached their destination, she paused, and you could hear the sharp intake of her breath, a gasp of surprise mingled with desire. The wetness she found there was undeniable, a testament to how much you wanted her, how much you had been aching for this touch. The sound of her gasp sent a shiver through you, a silent acknowledgment of the effect you were having on her.

Her fingers began to move, exploring you with a careful, attentive curiosity, as though she was mapping out every inch of your most intimate places. Each stroke, each delicate brush of her fingers, was like a spark igniting a fire within you, making your body respond instinctively to her touch. The way she moved was almost reverent, as though she was discovering something precious, and the slow, deliberate pace only heightened your arousal, making every moment feel like an eternity.

You couldn't quite pinpoint the exact reason for the overwhelming sensations that coursed through your body, but it was undeniable that everything was intensifying far faster than you could have anticipated. Was it the way your body had already been wound so tightly with anticipation, each touch from Lena pushing you closer and closer to the edge? Or perhaps it was how intimately Lena knew you, her familiarity with your every curve, your every weakness, allowing her to play you like a finely tuned instrument, hitting all the right notes with unerring precision.

But deep down, you knew it was more than that. It was Lena – the fact that it was her doing this to you, her hands, her lips, her voice coaxing you into a state of complete surrender. The sheer intensity of it all – the way Lena seemed to understand exactly what you needed without you having to say a word – only amplified the pleasure that was rapidly building inside you.

Embarrassingly quickly, you felt it start to happen, that familiar but almost overwhelming sensation beginning to gather within you. It was like a bubble, fragile yet unstoppable, growing larger and larger with each passing second, threatening to burst at any moment. The pressure mounted, your breath hitching in your throat as your body tightened in response, every nerve ending alive with sensation. You could hardly believe how quickly you were unravelling, how fast Lena was driving you to the brink, but there was no stopping it now – the bubble was on the verge of bursting, and all you could do was give in to the inevitability of it.

You groaned, a deep, primal sound that resonated from the very core of your being, as she finally sunk her fingers inside you. The sensation was immediate and intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. The stretch was a delicious sting, one that made your muscles tense and your breath hitch, a reminder of just how desperately you had been craving this connection.

The feeling of Lena’s fingers sliding deeper, filling you completely, was almost too much to bear. Your back arched off the bed, your body instinctively seeking more of that exquisite pressure, your hips lifting to meet her touch. It was as though your body had a mind of its own, responding to her every movement with a raw, uncontrollable need. The tension coiled tighter within you, a fire igniting in your belly that spread outward, consuming every thought, every sensation, until all that existed was her touch and the intoxicating pleasure that came with it.

Each thrust, each subtle twist of her fingers, sent waves of ecstasy crashing through you, your senses heightened to the point where every detail became magnified – the way her skin brushed against yours, the sound of your mingled breaths, the warmth of her body hovering above you. The delicious sting of the stretch only amplified the pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge, making you cling to her as though she was the only thing anchoring you to reality.

“Are you close, baby?” Lena's voice was soft yet filled with an unmistakable urgency, her words dripping with both tenderness and desire. Her breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine, but you were too far gone to respond coherently. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending on high alert, and all you could manage was a ragged gasp as your eyes screwed shut, your breath coming in short, desperate pants. You were teetering on the edge, your mind clouded with the overwhelming intensity of the sensations crashing over you.

“D-don’t… don’t stop,” you finally managed to stammer, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and desperation. The words were barely coherent, slipping past your lips in a breathless plea, as if they were the only thing you could cling to in this storm of sensation.

Lena’s response was immediate, her voice a soothing anchor in the maelstrom of pleasure. “I won’t, I’ve got you, baby,” she murmured, her tone steady and reassuring, but laced with an undercurrent of passion that made your pulse race even faster. “You look so good, sound so sexy too. I can feel how tight you are, how hard you’re squeezing me.” Each word was like a spark, igniting the fire that was already blazing within you, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

Her voice was a tantalising mix of praise and promise, and every syllable seemed to resonate deep inside you, amplifying the pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm you. “I bet you’re so beautiful when you cum,” she added, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you.

Each word she spoke brought you closer to the edge, the tension in your body winding tighter and tighter, until it felt as though you might shatter from the sheer intensity of it all. The bubble within you swelled to its breaking point, ready to burst at any moment, as Lena continued to work her hand in and out of you with a steady, relentless rhythm. The way her fingers moved, the way she knew exactly how to push you to your limits, was driving you wild, and all you could do was hold on, every fibre of your being focused on the inevitable, earth-shattering release that was just within reach.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head, the intense pleasure making it impossible to keep them open. The world seemed to tilt and blur as your senses were consumed by the overwhelming tidal wave of ecstasy. Your body arched involuntarily, a visceral response to the intense sensations coursing through you. It was as if every muscle in your body was trying to stretch, to reach out and embrace the intense pleasure that was building to a crescendo.

A guttural groan escaped your lips, raw and primal, as the first wave of your orgasm hit you. The sound was a reflection of the sheer intensity of what you were experiencing, a vocalisation of the bliss that was beyond words. The pleasure surged through you like lightning, an electrifying current that seemed to pulse through every nerve ending, igniting each one with a blinding brilliance. The sensation was so powerful it felt almost like an out-of-body experience, as though you were floating above yourself, completely enveloped in a storm of bliss.

The waves of ecstasy crashed over you in rapid succession, each one more intense than the last, washing away any remnants of coherence and leaving only the pure, unadulterated sensation. Your body shook with the force of the release, the contractions deep within you melding into a rhythm that seemed both endless and exquisite. The lightning of pleasure danced through your veins, making your skin tingle and your breath come in ragged gasps.

As the waves of your climax slowly began to ebb, you were left in a state of blissful exhaustion, your body still arching slightly as the aftershocks of your orgasm lingered. The intensity began to fade, but the lingering warmth and the residual pulse of pleasure left you feeling both spent and satisfied, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping your lips as you slowly came back to yourself.

“I was right,” Lena said softly, her voice a soothing murmur as she leaned in to press a gentle, tender kiss to your forehead. The touch of her lips was warm and affectionate, a delicate counterpoint to the intensity of the moments that had just passed. Her kiss was a silent affirmation of her feelings, a gentle reminder of the connection you shared, and it left you feeling both cherished and vulnerable.

“Huh?” you asked, your voice a mixture of confusion and lingering pleasure. Your mind was still hazy, struggling to catch up with the present moment as you tried to make sense of her words. The clarity of your thoughts was just beginning to return, and you were still enveloped in the afterglow of your recent release.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” Lena explained, her tone tender yet imbued with a sincerity that made her words all the more impactful. There was a softness in her gaze, a deep admiration that shone through her eyes, making it clear that her compliment was heartfelt and genuine. She seemed to be drinking in the sight of you, her eyes tracing the flushed contours of your face, the way your hair was slightly tousled, and the lingering traces of bliss that still adorned your features.

“Shut up,” you muttered, a blush creeping up your cheeks despite the lingering warmth of her touch. The compliment was unexpected and flattering, but it also made you feel a bit self-conscious. The heat rising in your cheeks was a testament to how deeply her words affected you, leaving you both embarrassed and pleased. You couldn’t help but hide your face a little, your shyness contrasting sharply with the intimacy of the moment.

Lena’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and amusement. She didn’t push further, allowing you the space to recover from the intense emotions, but her presence was comforting, her touch a constant reminder that this was real. “Never. I will never stop praising you, baby.”

[thosefookinavacados]

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Christmas is an exciting time until it reminds me very quickly that I’m genuinely broke

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[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Manipulative

pairing: coriolanus snow x f!reader, past oc x f!reader.

summary: he’s fallen way too deep, and he knows that.

a/n: i am in no way romanticizing nor defending his actions, he sucks as a person, this is for funsies, keep that in mind. remember he’s literally responsible for mass murders of children. also this idea is cliche ik ik. but, if you want more I will do more with original ideas.

reader has somewhat long hair, BUT no other descriptions of the reader. and I don’t usually do that. just for this post:)

warnings: yandere themes, toxicity, manipulative behavior(manipulation) obsession, possessiveness, no fluff, implied/referenced murder, slight blood, narcissistic tendencies, delusion, unhealed trauma, implied stalking, mild violence.

The meadow was where you’d often go. Ever since the games, it was a stress reliever, humming some songs or even just listening to the birds chirp.

After Coriolanus was sent to be a peacekeeper, You were sent home. District 12 was your home. You sat down on the cold rock. You were more of an creative artist than musician. Sometimes you wrote songs, and sometimes you wrote poems or just stories.

But you didn’t feel like doing anything today, just admiring the breeze in front of you. You were fairly zoned out when you hear a twig snap, and turn around.

You sigh of relief.”Sorry. Still have those instincts from the games.” You rushed over, not doing much. Still in disbelief he really was there.

You didn’t expect him to be here. But here he was. “It leaves quite the impression, He chuckled. It was a long embrace, and you say,”You found me. Quite surprised.”

“You figured I would, He teased. “Not this fast, and really it was hope, You tease right back, lips on his, it was passionate and sweet, ideal for a reunion.

“The sun’s hot, come in the shade, You offer. He had some ice, now melted and offered it.”Here. For you.” “Thank you, You reply.

You were very thirsty. The moment the water hit your tongue you were in heaven. “This must be the only cold thing in November, he joked.

You laugh in response.”So, Coriolanus Snow, What are you doing in the Meadow?” You were half joking. You never were fully serious. At least until it came to your feelings for him.

“Spending some time with my girl, He replies. The word My, a possessive tone, You notice. But brush it off.

“It’s unbelievable, You admit.”Truly. But I was surprised they brought me back. I swore It was all me.” “But it wasn’t, he points out. You look at him.”Clearly they didn’t believe me.”

His lips were on yours again, long and passionate. You two hadn’t seen each other since the games ended.

“Well, It was hard to believe for me too, He admits.”Tell me what happened after.” It was difficult to recall everything. The games were a nightmare. Especially the Arena. And Mayfair.

As the two of you share the water, You couldn’t help but wonder as he told stories, exchanging them, if something was wrong.

“Poor Jessup, You say sympathetically.”He didn’t deserve that. It was you, though, wasn’t it? The one who killed Bobbin?”

“I had to, Coriolanus replied.”He tried to kill me.” “I’m not saying what you did was wrong, but I suppose killing is for survival in the Arena, You reply. Snow only nodded.

“I heard the others brag, You say.”So I know. I thought the worst happened. You know, that you were dead.”

Heading back up beside him, You still couldn’t believe he was here. Whatever relationship you had, seemed to grow.

“What have you been up to? He asks, curiously.”It’s been a while.” “It has, you laugh.”And truly, not much. A few performances here and then. At the Hob, Maude Ivory’s an amazing singer like Lucy Gray.”

For a mere moment, You were in complete bliss. And that night was a normal evening for the Covey. Your parents were killed, well, your adoptive parents. They took you in, then Maude Ivory came along, your younger sister.

You became a part of the Covey. Until of course, their murders. But you had her, at least. “You want one? A peacekeeper asks, referring to liquor.”You might need it for your performance.”

“Sure, You grin, taking a swig, not making a reaction to the bitterness of it.”You’re right. I might need it.” Lucy Gray was a beautiful singer, but tonight, let you perform.

“Are you sure? I’m not the songbird, You tease. “I’m sure, and Maude Ivory wanted you to, She sweetly says. Your cousin was always the songbird.

“Besides, I think he’d like to hear you sing, Lucy Gray smirked. You knew who she was referring to. Truly the one who knew of your relationship, but by accident.

You wore a yellow dress, not too short but not too long either, and sunflowers in your hair. You wanted to have a good impression.

You tease her,”I think he’d like to hear you.” But you went up there, guitar in hand. A talent that you and Lucy Gray both had. It was the genes, you swore.

But you amazed the crowd as you sang. You were no Songbird. But you had some talent. And the whole time your eyes were on him.

It made him feel more special, in a way. Like the only person could make you feel this happy was him. Him. You were his, at least in his eyes.

But you did a wonderful performance. You mostly did instruments and stood in the background. You didn’t sing much.

Even though you were aware he was there, you went on, even with butterflies in your stomach. It was later that evening that things went downhill.

You said goodbye, even to Coriolanus, saying,”I shouldn’t be out so late anyway. But I promise, straight tomorrow. I’m sure you have peacekeeper things to do, anyway.”

He smiles.”It’s alright. You must be tired from that performance.” You laugh, then nod, quickly kissing him, then moving along.

You didn’t notice that he followed you. He was quite literally, obsessed. Especially after hearing your sweet voice. Since finding your home in the Seam, it wasn’t hard to follow you, and pretend he was there for something else.

Sometimes, he’d meet you there. Other times, didn’t even know he was there watching. He’d call it protectiveness. But it was really a sense of possessiveness over you.

That’s what it really was.

He heard your voice in your room, you sang to yourself. You sang a love song. That wasn’t hard to understand.

He had a sense of jealousy. It was clear the lyrics wasn’t about him. A past one, maybe. It wasn’t Billy Taupe. He had Lucy Gray. So who could you mentioned?

He was bloodthirsty. Or at least, had a taste for violence. He’d never say it or admit it. It was like he was a rebel. And he hated rebels.

But that didn’t stop him from feeling this way. As you danced and sang a little. Coriolanus defended his behavior, he was being protective of you. That nobody would hurt you.

He had fallen way too deep. And he was aware. You might feel the same about him, just as equally obsessed as he was. But that night, he wasn’t looking for trouble. Not much, anyway.

Someone stood beside him, admiring your singing. “Peacekeeper, huh? The male laughed. Coriolanus turns.”Yeah. Punishment. Not a choice.”

“She’s always been a singer, the male explained.”didn’t have much faith.” He wanted to know how the male knew that.

“How do you know? Coriolanus asked, curiously. “She wrote that song about me, the male bragged and seemed proud.”One of these days she’ll get back together with me.”

You never mentioned your ex lover much. Only that he hurt you, and that he was still infatuated. You were right about that.

“She isn’t interested, Coriolanus says, coldly. His fists clenched, along with his jaw, both from the rage he was feeling.

Maybe it was his narcissistic tendencies that were showing. A feeling of shame. A feeling that, he was superior than the male standing in front of him. He’d do so much better.

And with that, he swung. He could’ve shot him. But it was the easy way. And he didn’t deserve the easy way. His blood thirst took over a little, and like Bobbin, didn’t know how far his strength would go.

He stands back, his knuckles bleeding and blood on his uniform he’d have to explain later. Maybe it was a mistake coming to visit you. Your singing had stopped.

He pants. What had he done? Standing over the body, Coriolanus realized what he truly had done. And what could he do? He didn’t want a career as a peacekeeper; but his future would be damaged even further. He had to do something.

The Lake.

It brought him good memories. Swimming alongside you and the covey. But he’d have to hide the body somewhere.

It took a lot of his strength; but didn’t wear him out to drag him to the lake. It wouldn’t be too hard hiding evidence. His body would eventually disappear and Coriolanus doubted anybody cared about him. You didn’t anymore.

And he just watched. After the blood washed off, He walked away. He left the Seam. He'd come back. But You'd be aware of it.

Morning came, and peacekeepers came knocking at your door. The whole morning was a mess. When you did eventually meet up with Coriolanus, you decided on telling him about it.

“Did you know? She asked.”I’m assuming every peacekeeper knew. The guy I used to go out with was murdered. Found in the lake.”

“We were informed today, but I wasn’t the one who found it, He lies. He did not like lying, but he had to. He held a tight grip on you.

And he wasn’t letting you go.

[dollyyss]

The main four failing NNN

No Nut November. Just because it’s November and I think it would be funny :3

Established relationship. All characters are 18+

Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman.

Kyle Broflovski:

-He doesn’t actually have a hard time, in some way he participates and in some ways he doesn’t? He just doesn’t act on his urges as often as most would? Basically he knows to control himself.

-He finds it a bit amusing that you’re so “concerned” about it, honestly it’s not that big of a deal it’s just some stupid challenge.

-he curses himself for calling it stupid because now he’s sat on his bed with you between his legs staring up at him so prettily.

“Curse you y/n” Kyle groans. It’s not that this challenge was hard it’s the fact that you’re his girlfriend.. and he obviously has needs. He loves you for you obviously but the hormones of a teenage boy can be wild. “We’re supposed to be watching Ike..” you sigh softly and rub his thighs “he’s asleep it’s fine, ky if you don’t want to do this just tell me, if you really don’t want to fail.” You smirked gently and looked up at him, he gave you a sassy look. “Fail? I’m.. it’s a stupid challenge anyway, just.. just do it.” He stuttered gently and ran his hands through his curls before setting his hands to prop him up properly. Your fingers were quick to dance around the hem of his boxers, looking up at the ginger as you took out his length. Your eyes widened, you shouldn’t be in shock as you and Kyle have done things before, but they aren’t wrong about what they say about tall skinny nerdy boys.. they’re big. He looked to the side before side eyeing you and clearing his throat. “You stare a lot.” You quickly look up at him blushing “S-sorry sometimes it still shocks me..” he groaned and placed his hand on the back of your neck gently, rubbing his thumb on your skin “shut up” his hand found its way to your cheek, holding the side of your face to bend down to place a kiss to your lips, his member twitching in your hands. He was always so gentle.

Stan marsh:

-.. he’s trying so desperately to not fail. He wants to show you he can go without that stuff. But god does he fail so quickly. Stan never wants you to think he only wants you for sex, never. But he can’t help himself when you look so cute sitting on his lap while he plays games. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs on either side of his waist while your head snuggles into the crook of his neck.

-he holds it out for so long but it all comes crashing down on him when you’re wiggling in his lap, nibbling on his ear while he try’s to keep quiet and focus on his game with Kyle.

“Baby, you’re moving too much..” he mutes his mic for a moment before going back to his game, while one hand was on his keyboard walking around the game he was playing His other hand rubbed your back. Your eyes peered up at him, smiling softly “sorry” you whispered. You laid your head back down on his shoulder, thighs softly squeezing either side of legs, your arms wrapped around his neck and played with the back of his hair. It wasn’t long before you moved again your clothed heat against his crotch making him clear his throat. It was when you whispered that he knew you wanted something. “..I’m trying not to fail..” you let out a soft huff and poured visibly “you wouldn’t even fail for me?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes causing him to lean back in his chair a bit “baby c’mon don’t say that.. you’re gonna make me feel bad..” you let out a soft laugh at his comment and watch him go back to focusing on his match. You thought for a moment.. “we don’t have to do anything I just wanna, feel you.” His eyes immediately snapped back to you, staring at each other until he was lifting you up so you slightly hovered over him, his hands quickly unzipping his pants and pulling them down as well as his boxers so his member was freely revealed, you were quick to push your pj shorts and panties to the side to sink down on him. Stan lets out a low groan, his two hands gripping onto your waist “relax baby” his lips find the corner of yours before reaching back for his keyboard and mouse and letting you bounce on him.

Kenny McCormick:

-fails without FAILURE MF IS FAILING THE MINUTE HE GETS A HOLD OF YOU OR EVEN HEARS YOU SPEAK. HE’S DONE FOR.

-everyone laughs at him because they can’t understand how someone can be so fucking horny, but they know Kenny would never participate and if he did he’d be failing the minute it his 12 am November 1st. That’s not what exactly happened but it did happy two days after. You had him staying over at your place and when your ass rubbed against him whilst you both laid down in your bed.. he was immediately taking your pants off, lips latched to your neck and thrusting into you like he was so desperate for it.

“Kennyyy” Kenny’s smile grew wider as he watched you tiredly walk over to him your arms open, eyes half closed and standing in his black slightly ripped tshirt. He smiled wide to show his missing tooth further in. His arms opened wider, letting you fall into his chest and move enough so your back was against him, ass comfortably sat against his crotch. He was quick to pause for a moment, looking at your bedroom door and looking back at the back of your head. His elbow propped him up so his eyes stared down at half your face. “What cha doing” kenny spoke in a soft playful tone. You cocked a brow slowly moving your head enough to look at him fully “laying down? What are you doing?” Not much of a verbal answer was needed when you could feel his member growing against you. “Kenny. You’re not even four days in and you’re gonna fail?” You question giving him a jokingly disappointed look. He looked shocked, but played along with you “how dare you think I Kenny McCormick would participate in such a challenge, that’s just not me” he looked at you again, chuckling. “Besides.. I can’t help myself when you’re pressed against me.” His hand slid between your legs pulling you much closer, fingers sliding under your pj pants and panties. “Mmm.. feeling up for it babe” you only shook your head playfully and lifted your bottom half a bit so he had room to pull down your clothing, revealing your puffy heat. He was quick to do the same quickly pushing himself inside and biting your shoulder. “Think it would be funny if you told the guys I was able to last through the challenge.” “Oh my god shut up and start moving”

Eric Cartman:

-surprisingly he does fairly well. Like actually super well out of all of them, he’s the one the can last most likely to the very end. It may be just be to spite Kyle, or to show him he can do things better then him.. but still he holds off for quite a while.

-if I’m being honest I don’t think he fails at all. Though he’ll beg you to show him things just to settle him, though you always refuse because he’d still be failing by looking at your naked.

“Just one peak” you sigh and look up at him, the movie in the background now paused “Eric if you ask me one more fucking time, you are seeing my boobs and that’s final” he looks back relatively shocked but rolls his eyes “jeez, someone’s got a stick up their ass. It’s not a fail if I just see them” “ERIC” he puts his hands in the air in defence and leans back into the couch “alright alright god damn, chill out woman” you cross your arms and look back to the movie to unpause it, you’re now about half way through when Cartman puts his arm around your waist, fingers dancing under it and on your skin “so like I don’t get to see like at all? Not even for a second?” “ERIC FUCKING CARTMAN NO”

[zvaigzdelasas]

[BBC is UK State Media]

The BBC is the first British media to visit the USS Dwight D Eisenhower since it began this mission in November.

"This is deadly stuff," says Captain Dave Wroe, who commands the four US Navy destroyers which provide the extra protection for the carrier.

It arrived soon after Yemen's Houthi's began to target merchant vessels - they say in response to Israel's assault on Gaza.

Captain Wroe lists the threats they've been facing over the past four months: anti-ship ballistic missiles, cruise missiles, unmanned aerial vehicles, unmanned surface vessels, and now unmanned underwater vessels, or UUVs, all loaded with explosives.

UUVs are the latest threat. He says the F-18 jets on board the carrier have recently destroyed UUVs, before they could be launched.

Captain Wroe says the Houthis have posed the greatest challenge to the US Navy in recent history.

"This is the most since World War Two," he says [sic]. That was the last time the US operated in an area where they could be fired upon every day.

The tempo of operations on the aircraft carrier itself has also been unrelenting - with dozens of sorties being flown round the clock.[...]

Up in the carrier's flight control tower, Commander George Zintac, known as the Air Boss, is having to choreograph their movements - with a jet either launching or landing in just over a minute.

He's been in the US Navy for more than 30 years, but says "this is probably the most flying I've done on a deployment - everyday we're flying a tonne".[...]

Unlike the Houthis, they're away from home with few creature comforts. Every meal on board is literally feeding the five thousand. The food bill on the carrier alone is $2m (£1.6m) a month.

Captain Chris Hill, the commanding officer of Ike, says "people need breaks, they need to go home".

But he says they don't yet have dates for when that'll happen. So one of his tasks is to maintain the crews morale and resilience.[...]

Captain Hill says: "It's difficult to define winning and losing in this kind of conflict."

18 Mar 24

[clemswinecorner-socials]

august to november - wroetoshaw

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