#marks recieved

[whoamiifnotexploited]

welcome to the library :)

here will be a collection of the librarians daily records of what they get done in their academic career and progess related to reading and mental health. their main blog is @runwiththerain

the librarian is nameless. they use he/ask pronouns and are 15 (year 10), from australia. they are neurodivergent and cannot be expected to post consistently as they frequently struggle with their mental health and motivation.

the librarian studies english, mathematics, science, geography, pdhpe (personal development, health and pe), music and german. they enjoy all areas of study immensely but intend to go into a sociology and humanities related profession.

the librarian is also especially passionate about music. primarily, they are a singer, attending three choirs a week as well as private lessons. they also play the viola, piano and guitar at a lesser skill level.

[fbfh]

Hi, how are you?? Currently can't get Logan's sexy ass surprising me with a Birkin out of my head, if you could write something with this that would be amazing!!! Love ya sm btw.

BABES ISTG WE ARE ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH. literally Logan is so hnnnng. you just wanna bite him. he wants to bite you. you're catching up between classes and he very casually goes "oh, I think this is for you, ace..." and hands you this bigass orange shopping bag. you look at him and he watches you fight a smile.

"go on, open it." he encourages, surprised at how excited he is to see what you think. You dig through the tissue paper and pull out a huge orange box wrapped in black ribbons, and within that is the most beautiful bag you've ever seen. you've drooled over them in fleeting moments, an ad here, a magazine there, but you never ever thought you would have one. at least not so soon. you're still in college, and now you're holding a crisp, fresh birkin that smells like new leather and cold department store air.

"oh... my god!" you exclaim. he starts to ask if you like it, even though he knows you do. before he can get the words out, you've thrown your arms around him hugging him more tightly than ever.

"oh my god I love it! thank you-" you exclaim, your voice muffled into his neck as you punctuate your gratitude with kisses. he laughs. he actually lets out a giggling, bubbling laugh. he can't remember the last time he laughed like that, felt like this. if you start to feel guilty, or like you couldn't possibly accept it, he'll stop you right there. "if you keep that up, I'll buy you one in every color." and it works because of course it does. it's Logan.

that almost immediately becomes your favorite bag. you use it every day for everything. Logan watches in loving admiration as it follows you on dates, on nights at his place, nights at yours. he watches fondly as the leather grows less stiff, as it gets little wrinkles and crinkles. he watches as you tie a ribbon onto the handle, and later when some stickers show up on the side. he loves ever sign of wear and tear, ever sticker and stain and keychain it collects, becuase each new mark means you've spent more and more time together.

normally time progressing spent with one person would freak him out. it would make him feel suffocated, get itchy feet. but not with you. not with your birkin. he starts looking forward. he's determined to make it to the day, to be the one to replace it for you when you decide it's finally on its last legs. he wonders if that's what marriage feels like, what it's like to start a family. to feel so nostalgic for how things were but so eager to how things will be, all while soaking up every moment of exactly how they are.

he thinks he could do that. he wants to do that. with you.

[scooterscoob]

omgg hii love your art!! can we get the SI5 in matching christmas sweaters for the holiday party please

KIDS COME GETCHO FOOD WERE HAVING SI-5 TONIGHT🗣🗣🗣

[brofisting]

i am over here imagining NCT covering Dorian Electra songs while Dorian Electra performs Baggy Jeans instead and NO ONE is seeing my vision. NCT could absolutely fuck up any Dorian Electra song they had the guts to cover. listen to this and tell me an NCT performance would not absolutely eat

[markthemannequin]

Bites bites bktes

OW OW YEOWCH!!!!

[skitskatdacat63]

17,82

War AU x Second Love

Lmao Sam this is literally the plot to the Nandopoleon AU this exists in my head 😭😭

So Fernando is Napoleon, right? And Napoleon had two wives, right? Mark is his first love(i.e. Josephine), older than him, and who he is deeply in love with but has to divorce because Mark can't really provide anything(i.e. no political advantages, infertile, etc.) So Fernando needs to make a political marriage. And who does he marry! The young son of one of the most prominent monarchies in Europe: Lance, Archduke of Austria.

Lance is very resistant to this at first of course. All grumpy like, "Dad, why do you want me to marry the guy who just defeated us in four separate wars. He's literally beaten us since practically my birth, and now I have to marry him? Yuck." Both him and Fernando come into the marriage with bad expectations, Lance despising Fernando for all he represents and Fernando viewing Lance as just a means to an end. But Lance fits in to the kingdom very well and Fernando comes to adore him and pamper him all the time. And suddenly Lance to his father is all like, "the Emperor is great actually 🥰 I was so wrong 🥰"

Meanwhile Mark is just forced to the side, and has to watch while Fernando's love for him diminishes, and his love for Lance grows. They still talk a lot and spend time together, but Mark is constantly sniping at Fernando about his new "wife."

I think Lance would stick by Fernando's side during his exile and subsequent return. He grows to be more loyal to Fernando than to his own family and original kingdom. And even though Fernando originally just views him as a means to an end, he eventually lets Lance fight alongside when they are eventually drawn back into war. Maybe in this AU, he actually wins 😔

[guideoftime]

♡ from Link

▴ — @luzofstars ;; Sheik & Sky. Thoughts of the Muse.

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

  In Sheik's entire life there was no one he has ever trusted the way that he trusts Sky. This includes his own mother, the Princess, his Goddess and the Hero of Time. He had never thought, either, that he could trust someone as much as he did the Hero of Time, a man that he had waited fourteen years for. A man that he had prayed would save him from the endless circling abusive and traumatic relationship he was stuck in with Ganondorf. Yet, the crazy man who fell from the sky proved over and over again that it was alright to let someone in. That he could open up that tightly woven shut door and let someone in to help him.

   And he doesn’t regret it at all. He will never regret the path he took with Sky even if it hurt initially, when he feared that he would lose him. 

   That fear, truthfully, is still there too. That worry he cheated the system somehow and Hylia will fix what happened. Right him in his place in the world and put him right back where he was meant to be without a single memory. Or that fear that Sky will be ripped away from him like he was supposed to be at the very beginning. And it does haunt his dreams or causes him to want to cling as tightly to Sky as he can. Perhaps, in his worry and in his opinion, a bit too tightly. To the point he might be suffocating Sky. 

  Sheik worries that maybe he clings too tightly, that he chases Sky around too much, that he wants so much of his attention that he suffocates him with how much he wants him. But he doesn’t know how to express that without also coming off clingy. If he grabs at him too hard without letting anyone else in, forming those connections as Sky had worded it at one point, would he start being overwhelmed by him eventually? 

   Despite some of his fears, Sheik loves Sky so very fiercely that there isn’t anything that could ever get in that way. He knows how much Sky loves him too, with the deep intertwining of their magic. He believes in the depth of their relationship and the bond that they share with each other. Their loyalty, their faith and their belief in both of each other is something that he really believes will never be taken away. Will never change when things get quite hard and difficult for each other. 

   Things will never be perfect, even if they fight and disagree, he knows that he can be difficult and he pushes back on things that he shouldn’t. He knows he can have a lot to deal with, and when things get bad he panics and runs (like with the memory loss situation). However, especially after that, Sheik does firmly believe that there isn’t anything the two of them can’t work through. That they can’t sit down and sort out so that the mistakes don’t end up repeating themselves. 

[daphnis-is-screaming]

@ Google hey asshole people reaching out to me for job interviews I actually applied for isn’t fucking spam kiss my ass

[a-rebellious-waffle]

You ever see something where you're very much on someone's side but also you hate how they're handling the argument

Yeah

That

[dezz111]

Of Man and Twitlet(s): The Twitter Diaries

(Another, slightly older writing assignment from bout two weeks ago)

To be a douche or not to be a douche, that is the question. 

It has to be exhausting being the second richest man in the world. Every second is dedicated to trying to regain your title after making a bad business deal and losing out to a fashion designer. There are no chances for a second thought when putting plans into action. And so we have the perfect breeding ground for a first-generation Twitlet, better known as an Elon Musk. 

Twitlet (as defined by Koneko Dez’s dictionary): a classless, second-place billionaire with Ameri-mania.

Ameri-mania: a warped but persistent sense of grandeur based upon complexion established biases within the United States of America.

Now, Mr. Musk has built himself a nice empire through the back-breaking work of inheriting an emerald mine. Such hardships have created a veil between his eyes and the rest of society. For common decency is for the common folk. I understand that all this pomp may seem like me padding this essay, but I do have a point. I am merely taking this moment to give my own impersonation of Mr. Musk and his roundabout manner of sense. But now that I have taken a second to gather myself, let us begin.

Elon Musk has decided to prove once again why I will always take the opportunity to check his ego and privilege. Ableism. Don't you love it when a rich man who has o idea what he’s doing fires you for a disability? Because that's essentially what happened when Haraldur Thorleifsson was (with an extended term of uncertainty) laid off for apparently not doing any work in the first place. More specifically, “The reality is that this guy (who is independently wealthy) did no actual work, claimed as his excuse that he had a disability that prevented him from typing, yet was simultaneously tweeting up a storm.”(Musk). Now, I’m young, and I may sometimes be dumb but I am nowhere near as socially inept as this Tweet. Or any Tweet that Elon sent during this entire conversation. (Or in general.) And props to Thorleifsson for keeping his composure and keeping it classy. But I would expect nothing less from someone who has become a practical saint through his efforts to make his country more accessible as well as aiding victims of sexual abuse (Pomrenke).   

It may be an “Alpha male” thing but, the seems to be some sort of disconnect from reality. Elon needs to pick a struggle. You cant be a douche, lose money, and still be the disowned “King of Nerds”. Even if you can’t be a genuinely good person, try and fake it for the sake of being the businessman you claim to be. Do it for the poor stockholders, Elon. Because being a tone-deaf white man with an ego is just begging to be on the Daily Show.

Or the subject of one of my essays.

Works Cited

Clayton, James. “Worker Asks Elon Musk on Twitter: Have I Been Fired?” BBC News, BBC, 7 Mar. 2023, https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-64871183.

Gay, Roxane. “The Audacious Roundup.” The Audacious Roundup - by Roxane Gay, The 

Audacity.,11Mar.2023, ttps://audacity.substack.com/p/the-audacious-roundup-9e2.

Pomrenke, Erik. “Haraldur Þorleifsson Sweeps Person of the Year Awards.” Iceland Review,8Mar.2023,https://www.icelandreview.com/news/haraldur-thorleifsson-sweeps-

person-of-the-year-awards/.

Musk, Elon (@elonmusk). “The reality is that this guy (who is independently wealthy) did no 

actual work, claimed as his excuse that he had a disability that prevented him from typing, yet was simultaneously tweeting up a storm.” Mar. 7, 2023. 2:47 AM

Serrano, Jody. “Elon Musk Laughs at Twitter Worker Who Asked If He Still Had a Job.” 

Gizmodo,Gizmodo,7Mar.2023,https://gizmodo.com/elon-musk-laughs-twitter-haraldur-thorleifsson-layoff-1850196254?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email. 

[hyuckmov]

part 3 being a threesome with mark BAM!

nah just kidding UNLESS 🤨😳👀

CUT THE CAMERAS....this idea is so fascinating because i feel like the haechan i wrote would really really hate sharing, but him & reader maybe wouldn't mind mark watching because they trust him so much. i actually would really love to explore mark as a character 🧍‍♀️

[crowisinthetrash]

pov: i am gay and did the kiss mark thing but with my lip /lip colour so my kisses on my f/os

[boombox-fuckboy]

Hey, hope you’re having a fab day! Have you heard about the crowdfund for the final season of the sheridan tapes? They need to get to 80% in the next 5 days to be greenlit, and it’ll be such a shame if they don’t reach it and can’t finish telling the story they’ve put so much into

Yeah they've sent me like 7 emails about it.

I hope they make it though, I'm always down to hear more of Sam, and they have some pretty neat perks. I actually have the mirror house episode on cassette tape from last season's crowdfunder, which is very cool.

[tentachicken]

day 3 of having drift stuck in my head as a coping mechanism.

ill be fine, indeed indeed. carried by the waves

[illogicallyx]

just played with a kid who had the personality of an orange cat. god damn

[pearlymel]

"Do i look like i can work right now?"

Summery : he's needy for you and he's not afraid to show it <3

wc : 2k

Warnings : NSFW, fem!reader, ōral (f! recieving), bit of dry humping, making out, protected sex. Petnames used (honey, love, sweetheart.) No plot.

He was so done for.

Zayne exhaled shakily against your neck, his hands squeezing firmly at the dip of your waist for stability. He sounded needy, he looked needy, it's taking everything in him to not rip your nightgown off.

"You should be resting, but you occupy my every thought." He uttered in a hushed tone, but made no real effort to take you off his lap, instead pulling you even closer using his knee and burying his face on your chest.

"You're practically latched on me, Zayne." The words just rolled off your tongue it was almost infuriating.

Zayne wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap as the chair kept rocking back and forth with your combined weight. His other hand traveled up your back, up to your shoulder and neck, pulling you further down so he could nip at your collarbone with a sharp canine.

"You're one to talk, sweetheart. You're not being very cooperative with being treated properly, always gambling your life away—" he sounded frustrated, the last few words coming out in a low grumble.

You ignore his words, instead bringing your hand to playfully pinch at his earlobe before whispering, "is this how you usually treat your patients, doctor?"

"This is..." Unprofessional, he almost said, he knew well there wasn't anything professional about how he was acting with you at the moment. "...An exception."

He then continued to litter your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his hand trailing up to find your nape, tangling his fingers into your hair, playing with the textured strands.

"Is it because I'm that special someone?"

You really have no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Zayne's teeth grazed against your pulse point lightly, his tongue darting out for a brief taste of your skin. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't very affected by you.

"My special someone," he murmured, and can't help the low gasp that escapes his throat when you start rolling your hips against his, feeling himself going dizzy.

"M-my love," he protested weakly, a visible growing tent forming in his bathrobe, making it harder for him to stop himself from pulling you harder against his lap.

He grabbed you by the thighs and leaned back into the backrest, giving you less space to move but a better angle to straddle him instead. "Don't stop," you whisper next to his ear while you try to continue pushing yourself further into him that he had to suppress a moan.

Zayne was sensitive man, being pent up most of the time, so touch straved. "You're a terrible patient, you know that? Insatiable." He managed to get out.

"I'm a different kind of patient," you hum, trailing your fingertips along his visible bare skin of his chest.

He was going to combust if you didn't stop touching him like that.

"You're dangerous." he almost whimpered, his hands moving back to grip your hips, as if to steady them on his lap, but it took every ounce of his willpower not to grind them against his crotch.

God was he done, Zayne finally wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you back down for a crushing kiss. It was less of a kiss and more of a possessive mark, hungry and rough.

He wanted you, needed you, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue delved into your mouth with a greedy swipe, tasting you, as if he was drowning in you and the only thing keeping him alive was your kiss alone.

His breathing grew erratic as his hands slid down from your hips, grabbing the backs of your thighs and squeezing at the flesh, pressing you more firmly against his lap so his obvious hardened cock was rubbing between your legs.

Your sounds were unforgettable, Zayne could never forget them, the gasps and small whimpers of pleasure. He was already gone.

"Goddamn it..." he cursed hoarsely against your mouth, his hands clenching tighter under your thighs, guiding your motions on his lap before bucking up roughly, letting out a quiet groan of his own in the process.

"such a foul mouth, doctor,"

"Don't push it," he grumbled, lifting you up to his waist, "Push it?" You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you to his room, and upon the realization, tap on his shoulder, "wasn't i supposed to rest—"

"That doesn't mean you can't rest after, does it?" he responded, moving over to the edge of the bed before slowly lowering you down onto the sheets, his body caging you in between his arms and legs, his form hovering over you.

He wasted no time sliding his hand underneath your silky nightgown to feel your skin, pulling the fabric above your head, guiding your arms up.

Zayne was a weak, weak man. Weak for seeing you like this, glossy eyes, lips slightly swollen from his kiss and the way your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Just being able to see you like this alone was a privilege.

He let his hands roam over the curve of your stomach, "so pretty," he muttered, his eyes raking over your form.

He leaned down to graze your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his lips lingering and nipping the skin, he then slowly traveled down your collarbone and to the valley of your chest, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra the entire time.

"Lift your hips." he commanded quietly, sending a shiver down your spine and heat pooling down as you obliged to his words.

The last thing on you, and Zayne was pulling the fabric out from underneath you, throwing the bra somewhere on the floor, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over your soft mounds, "I'm never getting tired of this view." he whispered breathlessly, Upon holding your wrists down and claiming your lips again, it was impossible to not be sent into the next cardiac arrest.

Well good think your doctor is always here to tend to you.

"I've.. missed you,"

How was he supposed to hold back when you sounded like that? Your voice coming out in a low, needy whisper that drove him over the edge.

"You need me." he groaned, releasing your wrists so both his hands could run down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before giving the fabric a tug. He reached over, grabbing one of your legs and hooking your knee over his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, He continued to make a trail kisses up your thigh until he reached right infront of your wet folds.

Zayne looked up when your hand came in contact with his hair while letting out a shuddering breath and a whisper of his name, your gazes heated as he moved his head further down to your core, using one hand to keep your thigh pinned over his shoulder before his eyes fixated on your clit, leaning down to kiss it.

You gasp. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, before he began to suck on your clit, his fingers trailing up to play with your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them gently with his thumb and forefinger. He hummed when you start squirming, his tongue skillfully flicking and rolling around the bundle of nerves, Zayne didn't stop at just your clit, though.

He trailed his tongue lower, teasing your entrance, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, hips coming to slowly grind against his face. "Stay still, you're doing well," he praised, his voice low and soft, you best know he's trying so hard not to rut against the mattress from how achy he felt. His tongue sliding in and out, coating it with your arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building up inside you.

And you think you might pass out when he starts sucking down. It was hard to stay still when you're so close to orgasm, that it was making your head blank, eyes half-lidded and heavy breaths coming out of your lips as you arch your back when you taste the sweet pleasure of your release.

Zayne lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips appreciatively and giving your stomach a few fluttering kisses. "You okay there, honey?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he watched how your eyes were still half lidded, and how your draped your arm over your face.

You only nod in return, letting out a low "Mhm,"

He couldn't wait until he was on his knees positioned between your legs, throwing his bathrobe off from his body before reaching down to his painfully hard cock, stroking once, twice, and he had to stop himself because he could most definitely jerk off just by looking at your face, especially when you're naked like this.

Zayne swallowed thickly, shaking his head to himself from any other thoughts before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, tearing it between his teeth then rolling it on himself, making sure it was on securely before moving between your legs.

He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, staring into your eyes, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. You nodded, your eyes still heavy with need, and he slowly pushed into you, his cock filling you up inch by inch.

Your jaw hanged, your body adjusting to him, your walls gripping his shaft. He continued to thrust in slowly, "you're the only thing..." He panted breathlessly into your neck, "the only thing i need in my life—" and he continued to rock against you with his thrusts slow and deep.

Zayne was taking his time now, slowly and with intent, he wanted to show you how much this moment means to him, how much you mean to him, how everytime you both have sex, it would feel like the first time every single time.

He lifted his head so that he could look at your face more clearly, his hands running over your sides, tracing the curves and the softness of your body, his fingers touching your skin as if to burn the feel of you into his memory.

His hand then trailed to your left wrist, taking your hand into his to interlace your fingers together, while his thumb brushed over the empty spot on your ring finger.

He internally cursed at himself for not getting you that ring he saw when he was on the way to the hospital. The beautiful gem resting on the window display, calling for him even.

Why didn't he just get it so he could make sure no one would ever look your way when they get the hint of the shiny ring sitting at your left ring finger?

Zayne then picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your voice growing louder, accompanied by his frustrated grunts.

He could feel himself getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Come on, my love," he urged you desperately, "a-ah, Zayne—!" With a loud moan, you came, your body shaking and your legs convulsing around his waist.

He followed right after, slamming deep into you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with his hot seed. He held you close, both of your breathings heavy, taking a moment to hold you both close before slowly pulling out to dispose of the condom.

"Still have enough energy for cuddles?"

"Mm, I'd want nothing more than cuddles right now."

A smile formed on his face at your words, gently shifting himself back on the bed so that he was beside you, pulling you into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you, and he let out a content sigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his head in the crook of your neck again, inhaling the scent of you, and he realized that he could stay like this forever. "Just a bit more before i clean both of us up.."