#im gonna just call him t

[bassed11]

I bring you all clone tord in an entirely different context

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

On the night of Callum’s eighteenth birthday, the first one he's had with Rayla, she has some birthday kisses to make up for (sixty-six, to be exact).

Surprise! I didn't know this was gonna happen lol, it just did. Only a LITTLE bit late, like an hour past midnight, so... happy late birthday, Callum? It's fine, you get to make out with Rayla. Enjoy!

Rayla pressed her back against the door as she closed it, smiling at Callum now that they were finally alone. “Well. Happy eighteenth, Mister Mage. All grown up.”

“Yeah, now us being together isn't considered pedophilia,” Callum laughed, pulling her into him by the waist and kissing her sound. He was only partly joking about that; other human nobles still biased against Xadia raised a fuss about anything they could, and the fact that Rayla was eighteen and Callum only seventeen had been a prime weapon, going so far as to claim she was preying on him. (And if their pillows were always warm and socks always soggy, then, well, Callum and his Aunt Janai knew absolutely nothing about that)

Rayla gladly reciprocated, holding his upper arms as she melted into him. A beat later, just as Callum was about to dare to slip his tongue into her mouth, she whispered, “Hold on. Go to the bed.”

Flushing bright red at the words, at what was left unsaid, Callum brought a giggling Rayla with him by both her hips and lips, stumbling over his own feet in his excitement to plop them down on the bed.

Rayla grinned, gripping his forearm and leaning in close. “Calm down! I haven't even told you what your present is.”

She'd been elusive about it all night, tossing him overexaggerated winks, blowing kisses he always caught and returned, dipping her gaze into a wine glass as she smirked. “Tell me?” he whined.

Rayla settled herself between his legs, pushing his hair back as he looked down at her adoringly. She was his whole world, and now that she was sure of it, she could use it to get anything she wanted out of him.

She was merciful now, though, granting him a press of her lips to his forehead even as her eyes went half-lidded and sparkly. “Well, I have birthday kisses to make up for…”

Rayla ghosted her lips over his cheek, marking a trail from just below his ear to his jaw, nose tracing his jawline as Callum gasped and clutched at her waist. It wasn't like this was new; they'd had sex before, after all, but every moment with Rayla, intimate or not, sent him spiraling back to a fumbly fourteen-year-old, awestruck and enamored and caught up in wanting to do everything right by her because she was everything.

So of course Callum gulped even as the prospect admittedly thrilled him. Kisses were kisses, and kisses reigned supreme. Especially Rayla kisses.

He knew, of course, that she was teasing him about the “making up for” bit, but the way she said it wasn't exactly spectacular.

So Callum gripped her wrist as it drifted to cup his face, making eye contact with her startled, hazy ones. “Rayla, you don't owe me anything. Especially- especially not kisses, or anything like that. I- I just really love you, and you don't have to kiss me for me to know, and-”

Rayla sighed, pulling closer to his lap. Her eyes dropped to his lips, likely thinking of shutting him up that way, but restrained herself to tell him, “Callum, I love you, too. And I want to kiss you. Really bad. Okay? I wouldn't do something like that just because I thought I owed you.”

Callum let himself nod, knowing there were boundaries Rayla had set for herself that she'd never cross, no matter how frustrated with herself or how self-destructive she was. “Okay.”

“Do you believe me?” Rayla asked gently, cupping his face in her palm this time and finally, finally shifting onto his lap.

Despite the fog quickly swarming his consciousness, rational thought, Callum smiled through it and squeezed her thighs. “I believe you. And love you and trust you.”

Rayla's fingers splayed across his face, his ears between her index and middle finger, pushing him back against the headboard. “Good. Now, let’s see… Fifteen plus sixteen plus seventeen plus eighteen… What's that? Like, seventy?”

Callum ran the numbers through his head even as his mouth got dry. “Sixty-six.”

Sixty-six Rayla kisses. By the gods, he was going to explode.

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[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[tommygettingwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[forsty]

Whumptober 2022 - Sloppy Bandages - Self-done first aid (Kinda) TEXT VERSION

Honey you might wanna seek some medical attention for that

[todayisafridaynight]

Arakawa family brain rot: I just had the saddest thought about Masato returning from America, but from Masumi's perspective. He's prolly excited to see his son again despite the relationship tension. He's heard Masato has been doing great. His attitude has improved with his health. Maybe things will get better if he tries hard enough.

Maybe there's a chance to fix things.

And there isn't. Masato's just as vindictive and mean and manipulative as he ever was. And Arakawa finally has to mourn the son he never had. The son he told the world had died.

Do you think he ever regretted letting Masato get away with murder? Regretted that it wasn't Ichiban he still had in his life? I have a hard time with this because he loves Masato so much. I just wish he'd had the son who loved him out in the world with him y'know.

But we all know Masato ain't built for prison.

And I can't imagine like... Seeing Jo. Being relieved to see him again but immediately losing confidence because Jo looks so much more *tired* than he did. Ever together and composed but not really His Jo anymore. Not in the same way. It is never the same after he was gone so long.

I'm sure there are moments or even days where they fall into old patterns but I can't help but feel like (if Jo did in fact go to America w Masato) that that would be a defining shift in the relationship between Jo and Masumi.

Idk what this is really about but I got in my Arakawa feelings (I think be instared too long at the picture you posted). 🫰 Thanks for listening to me ramble byyyye~

EVERY DAY of my life i think of arakawa wondering if what they did regarding masato was 'the right choice'- like OF COURSE it was masato literally wouldnt have made it yet if it was the right choice why does it feel like such the wrong choice yeah...

[vanityangel]

Roman Reigns and The Usos have only themselves to blame for the Solo Sikoa that exists now. Before Solo even came up to The Bloodline he spoke of already feeling abandoned by his brothers and then when he did come up to join them Roman isolated him further from them. The Usos planted it in his head before The Bloodline Civil War at Money In The Bank that they had no desire to be the next Tribal Chief, but that Solo had both their vote to be. Then, Roman went and crowned him the Tribal Heir. They built this monster. Anyway, Solo Sikoa has never done anything wrong in his life and they should have saved him some of that mahi-mahi.

[jrueships]

looooool lololololol

[foxcassius]

host clubs are so weird tho rly. they made me pick a fave guy, and my actual fave was the fucking guy who ran the store i guess, so i refrained from choosing him. there was a 20 yr old underdog freshie type who was nice and easy to talk with so i picked him and he came back to talk with me a bit. then they tried to pressure me into buying a bottle of champagne for $50 (classic move). once established as my favorite guy he just kept saying thanks over and over i guess bc he hasnt been selected as fave by many customers yet. he also started like putting his hand on my back which sure you're a host but Youre Literally Twenty thats an infant. then he asked me if i had plans "later" (後) and i fucking hate that word what does it mean. then he was like "wellllll we do cleaning until 2 am but if you're willing to wait for me 🥺" nd i was like WHAT do you think i am gonna do w ur baby ass at 2 am. then he asked if he could contact me via line later and i was like okay and he was like "can i call?" AND I WAS LIKE NO ? THE FUCK hosts are SO bold these days. DO NOT CALL ME!!! also i think i told every single guy i talked to that i am just in japan for another week and have a boyfriend. i know hosts sleep with customers sometimes and more power to them but that is not the assumption of a host club the assumption of a host club is to go talk to some guys who are your platonic ideal of a man for a few hours and have some drinks. noah fence but i will not be cheating on my boyfriend and paying for it. WITH A 20 YR OLD... anyway they kicked me out after that bc i had been there for 3 1/2 hours. they kicked me out real politely but still. "free time" my ass.

[achilleslyre]

i’m on ep 72 of shippuden now and i at least like yamato/tenzo thus far. uhm also my confusion has been settled bc when i saw yamato show up i was like “oh cool i think thats tenzo from what i’ve seen :D” and then they called him yamato and i was like. ok 😐😐 ig i’m an idiot. then kakashi called him tenzo and i was like ohhh. they’re. they’re the same person. gotcha 👍👍. but anyways i at least like one new naruto character which i was stressed i somehow wouldn’t. i like the unhinged look in yamato’s eyes. it has sex appeal.

[boot-prints]

Made the mistake of scrolling down the Hogwarts Legacy tag for a while, gonna blacklist it now so I can't keep doing it because it's not a helpful or productive thing to do. It's all kinds of infuriating though.

[spiinsparks]

        ||. not to be that guy who talks endlessly about a previous game but honestly  forces timeline sonic is just so angry all the time i can’t handle it

[nat-20s]

good luck talking with your dad! I hope it goes well but if it doesn’t, at least you were brave enough to speak up and lay things out. You can be at peace with the fact that YOU tried. anons cheering you on (:

Thank you for your support :'). I don't know exactly when he'll be coming home so that's gonna be a fun little sword of damacles over my head but I really and genuinely hoping that it goes okay. And if it doesn't um. I don't know. The thing is I really WANT to have a good relationship with my dad I don't WANT to be on the path towards estrangement I WANT us to be able to like. hang out you know. And I'm not gonna present an ultimatum in this conversation but like. If tonight goes poorly I don't really know what to do except fully start to pull away. I can't really spend that much time being around someone who's worry can manifest as being shitty and kind of mean to me you know?

[nomaishuttle]

gn everybody. smiles widely

[unlimitedhorsepower]

i think i hauve Covid (not really just developing symptoms after thinking about ryan too hard)

[grapecaseschoices]