#notebook topics and notes

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Sorry for the fast writing, but when it comes to it, basically was trying to get through most of the main stuff from at least memory and study of a whole library ton of books, at least 17,000 books at most. Not all of them have what one may be looking for, but a library full is worth at least half a decade full of information that is worth knowing and worth reading as well as study the properties and proper parts of things almost long forgotten. Especially that which although is very much a small piece of the Magicks and Magical Realms, Sorcery it self is one of the arts that still holds at least 16,000 years worth of information and at least 15,000 members originally, however it now stands at 300 per year and roughly half a decade worth of books still intact, originals included . With that being said, very little as 12 per month study and succeed, but with that in mind the majority of which happen to find themselves stuck in their original paths for about a year or two, tend towards finding and focusing on larger areas of magic in which they’re definitely less familiar with but that eventually helps and them become Arcanum Level And Masters of The Grand Arcane Arts. Of which there happens to only every 18 years for at most 4 per year of members of magical study.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this so so unbearably in character for them I fear https://x.com/CharlesZwei/status/1868904193194590318?s=19

bro doesnt know hes bisexual yet ......

[sleepy-stitches]

i havent been posting about it much but for like the past week ive been going insane crazy over blue prince. going to be a really hard to beat contender for game of the year for me. im like 50-60 hours in (my steam hours are a little wonky because ive been travelling so idk exactly) and still discovering huge amounts of new things. im going to put this next bit under a cut for pretty mild lore spoilers but i gotta yap

i just keep thinking about it and like man imagine being fourteen almost fifteen years old and inheriting this weird fucked up house from your great uncle who you havent seen in seven years or so and then not only does it contain generations of family secrets but huge secrets about your entire country. would you not just go apeshit fucking crazy. would you not just lose your mind

[creatediana]

"Wow, bitch. Who tf are you?" - a free verse poem written 12/22/2023

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2023: CONVERSATIONS ON WRITING by Ursula K. Le Guin with David Naimon.

Currently dual wielding books, over here--I've never really been big on reading two different fiction books at once, but I can pair fiction with nonfiction just fine.

I haven't read as much nonfiction as I'd hoped to this year (overcorrecting from last year, apparently), so I'm excited to get back into some Writers Writing about Writing stuff while I cool off of my current project before I gear up for NaNo. This one starts with "In Memoriam," though, so I suspect it'll probably break my heart a little bit. This is Fine™.

[the-somwthing]

When should I start my watch of Scott’s Double Life movie where I pretend that I’m not just doing it to analyze any scott/joel interactions when in reality the second Joel appears or is mentioned I will be taking notes

[lachoco]

Cornell Notes Notebook

Are you looking for a notebook that will help you keep learning material in an organized way? Are you fed up with boring covers? If yes, this notebook will be perfect for you. It is designed according to the rules of the Cornell note-taking system. This system helps you organize your notes for future reviews. On each page, there is an elegant decoration to bring uniqueness to the notebook. The cover is stylized on an old book and will stand out among others. Regardless of your level of education, this notebook will be great for better preparation of study material.

[iloverobberyandfraud1]

me flocking to the office supplies every time I’m at Walmart like “this is a school expense. This is so that I will function better at school. this has an effect on my grades.” (it doesn’t, but it sure does have an effect on my sanity)

[soggypotatoes]

they always say that writing down comprehensive notes of the lecture slides nd what the lecturer is saying is bad practise and not effective study

well to that I say *blocks ears* lalalalala you can prise my collection of meticulously detailed and coded notebooks that I never look at again after the semester out of my cold dead hands

[icarus-suraki]

I don't like wading into Ao3 debates, but I want to give my professional opinion on Ao3 with regard to archives vs. libraries.

I am a professional librarian (MSLS) and I have worked in both archives and public libraries and a lot of the confusion and concern I see surrounding Ao3 is a fundamental misunderstanding of How Archives Work.

An archive is a collection related to a subject. That subject is often a person but sometimes a field or concept or project. And the purpose of an archive is to keep everything. And I mean everything. I was going to say "short of biohazards" but since I know there's a sealed R. Crumb Devil Gal chocolate bar in the UNC Chapel Hill archives, we really do mean everything.

When a collection of materials--which are usually unique and original and can be photos, manuscripts, letters, recordings (audio and/or visual), notes and notebooks, objects, published books, whatever--on and/or from the subject arrive at the archive, they are examined, preserved for longevity, accessioned and cataloged (added to the archive's records), and added to the archive. You measure collections in linear feet. As in, once it's all preserved and boxed and secure, you note how many feet of shelf space it takes up. And some of y'all on Ao3 have a lot of linear feet to your name (and I'm proud of you).

This is an archive: it is designed to preserve the original materials related to a subject. That is its purpose. Archives are how we have the original scroll manuscript of On the Road, for example, or the Lomax recordings of American folksongs, or Tijuana Bibles, or James Joyce's loveletters to Nora.

Now you, a member of the public, can access some archives. Some are easier to access than others. The one I worked in was open to the public; good luck getting into the British Archives without a good reason.

So now apply this to Ao3--which is an archive both in name and in purpose. It is intended to preserve fan-created content long term. And this means everything, whether you personally like the materials or not. It is a repository for as much as possible.

And the "whether you personally like the materials or not" is important, hence why I mentioned Jim's loveletters and Tijuana Bibles in particular. (RIP Jim, you would have loved pegging.)

If it's made by fans and it exists, we should keep it to document the history and progression of fandom. That is the point. We have lost enough materials related to the subject of fans of media and we don't need to lose any more.

The fact of the matter is that Ao3 is only one facet of the OTW, which preserves other fan-related materials (convention booklets and zines, for example). Somehow Ao3, an archive on the subject of fanfiction, has been divorced from the rest of the project, mostly by way of "purity culture" and panic over "dangerous" fiction.

The fact that you can go through an archive and find interesting information is the other side of archives. No, they shouldn't be like the banker's box of old letters stuffed in my closet. Yes, they should be organized and as accessible as is appropriate for the state of the materials.

It's really, really cool to find stuff in an archive, I'm not even going to lie. I have done it before and I will do it again. And yet there are other items in an archive that I might not want or need or be interested in at all--but they're still there. That's the cataloging and accessioning: to keep up with what's there, to stay "on topic" with collecting, and to be able to find things in that archive. Bless the tag wranglers who are doing the cataloging at Ao3.

The pearl clutching seems to come from 1. the creation of "dangerous" fanworks and 2. public access to those "dangerous" fanworks. These are issues of "purity culture" and opinions on censorship and should not involve Ao3.

Ao3, under the umbrella of the OTW, is a documentation and preservation project first and foremost.

[mydearzero]

Bribes | Stiles Stilinski x Reader

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You get paired with Stiles to write a paper for Coach's class. But when had Stilinski grown into his awkward features? When had he grown out his buzzcut? Why was he suddenly so insanely fuckable?

Contents: NO Y/N, afab!Reader, smut, Stiles is a bit cocky lmao, fucking in the jeep, reader is related to Coach (wether adopted or not doesn't matter), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, clumsy sex, playful banter, oral sex (v receiving), casual sex, coming inside, mentions of birth control, making out if I missed any warnings please let me know!

3.5K words

Had to get Stiles out of (pls into plEASE) my system SOMEHOW, so here you go. This one is dedicated to @uglypastels for indulging my obsession and continuously sending me Dylan O'Brien thirst edits <3 <3

“Just so you’re aware, this paper is as high on my list of priorities as the Pope is in Amsterdam,” Stiles dropped his binder on the table, startling you out of your daydream. He was exactly 4 minutes late, not that you were counting. It was still impressive, seeing as he just came from practice. 

“Believe me, I, too, would rather be hanging around with Isaac Lahey, yet we’re both here. Let’s just get it over with.” Stiles snorted a laugh, but didn’t comment.

You didn’t not get along with Stilinski. You weren’t sure if you could be called friends, exactly. You’d known each other pretty much all your lives, just like the majority of your school. Beacon Hills wasn’t exactly a metropolis. 

You sighed and laid out your notes, Stiles following your example. You raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. “Those are your notes?” 

There were only doodles, random calculations and sporadic keywords scribbled on the loose piece of crumpled paper he straightened out next to your notebook. 

“I’m surprised, too. There’s actual words. I don’t usually get that far.” The smirk on his face could only be described as smug. You groaned. This was going to take forever. You divided the topics for the paper amongst yourselves and silently got to work. The ‘silently’ part didn't last long, however. It never did with Stiles.

“Are you still living with your uncle?” He questioned suddenly. You frowned at the question, confused, but nodded either way. 

“So can’t you just, I don’t know, cook him dinner and have him give us a good grade?” The gleam in his eyes nearly made you laugh. Nearly. Instead, you flicked him on the side of the head. He whined something about unnecessary violence, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“I’m not bribing my uncle just so you can slack off, Stiles. Besides, I’m never really sure if he even likes me,” you wondered out loud. 

“You and me, both…” Stiles grumbled. 

You glanced at Stiles as he scribbled furiously, seeming to finally get some of his research done. His knees wiggled excessively as he wrote about the economic effects of pandemics. You wrote down a few key parts of the paragraphs in your book before turning to your laptop and beginning the outline of the paper. Stiles hummed quietly as he read the entry he’d just written, tapping his pen furiously against the table. 

“Can you stop that?” You requested, his incessant movement distracting you more than his general being already did. He glanced up, an amused expression on his face. 

“What,” he tapped his pencil faster. “This?” You contained the urge to roll your eyes and stared at him blankly. He stopped the movement for perhaps one whole minute before picking it back up again. 

You only glanced up pointedly this time. He added a jiggle of his knees in challenge. You rose from your chair, leaned over and snatched the pen out of his hand, throwing it across the library. “Fetch.” 

Stiles gaped up at you in surprise. The timing of it was very unfortunate, but you’d never really noticed how Stilinski had grown into his awkward features. Something must’ve shown on your face, because Stiles now looked just as confused, perhaps intrigued, as you felt. While you’d been confident in throwing his pen across the room in annoyance, having him look up at you like that made it so you weren’t sure if you wanted him to get up. You cleared your throat and sat back in your chair. 

“Unbelievable…” Stiles muttered under his breath as he got up to get the pen. It gave you time to recompose. You didn’t look at him as he sat back down, but felt his eyes burn a hole through the side of your head. 

An unfamiliar tension hung in the air while you worked in silence. You snuck glances at Stiles, who was finally focussed on his writing once more. His hair was longer, still messy and unstyled from practice. The grey workout gear perfectly accentuated his broadened shoulders. He bit his lip after reading a complex entry, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like on your own, or on your neck while your hands tugged on his now perfectly tuggable locks. 

A few times his eyes met yours. You’d quickly dart them back to your notebook, pretending you hadn’t been looking, knowing damn well he’d seen.  

Oh my god. Get. it. together.

“Did you finish?” You dared ask after a while, having completed your own part. All you had to do was put your parts together, wrap it up and finish. 

“I’ll give it to you, but you have to give something to me first,” Stiles spoke in a challenging tone. For a split second back there you’d wondered how he was still single after all this time, but now you were reminded. He was insufferable. 

“What could you possibly want from me, Stiles? Just give me your damn part.” 

“A kiss.” 

“What? No!” You sputtered. Stiles’ tongue poked the inside of his cheek cockily as he raised an eyebrow, pointing to his lips. 

“Guess you’ll have some explaining to do to your uncle why you’re only handing in half an assignment, then.” 

“This is coercion, Stilinski! Should I call your dad?” You crossed your arms, refusing to look him in the eye. The librarian shushed you loudly. You could feel heat rush to your face, but didn’t relent. Asshole. 

Stiles leaned closer, running a finger over the side of your face. Your heartbeat increased what seemed about tenfold.

“It’s not coercion if you want me to.” His breath hit your neck as he spoke, sending goosebumps down your arms. “And I’m getting the feeling you really want me to.” 

You jerked away from his reach, coming to your senses. You gathered your things into your bag, mumbling something about your GPA being fine, anyway. You stomped away from the table, heart racing. You were mad, not because he was suggesting something you didn’t want, rather that he’d clocked exactly what you wanted so easily. 

Concerned Stiles would follow you out of the library, you hid behind a few bookshelves in a section nobody usually visited. You caught your breath, placing your palm on your chest. You dropped your bag on the floor, turning to peek around the bookshelf to see if Stiles was still stationed at the table. Relieved, you saw he’d indeed decided to follow you out of the library.

You turned back to grab your bag and head out, but were met with Stiles’ face mere inches from your own. You were startled, but he grabbed your waist before you could fall over. His hold was strong. Your hands instinctively went up to his chest, steadying yourself. Had he always been this tall? 

One of his hands wandered slightly lower, rubbing small circles on your lower back. Your eyes met his, which were just shining with mischief and an underlying sense of self-satisfaction. His tongue darted out, licking his lower lip. 

“Can I be frank? You’re incredibly annoying,” you stated, slinging your arms around his neck, finally giving in. 

“You can be whoever you want as long as I get to kiss you, Frank,” Stiles laughed. You groaned but pulled him close either way. 

“Shut up.” 

Stiles obliged and put his mouth to yours aggressively, tugging your body against his. One of his hands wandered up, cupping the back of your head to bring it closer. You tugged at the small locks at the back of his neck, eliciting a sighed moan from Stiles. 

“You’re so hot,” he confessed when you broke apart for a second. He turned you so you were pushed with your back against the bookcase, a few books falling to the floor. Neither of you cared as your kiss continued, deepening by the second. His hands held your hips as he started grinding against you, sweats low on his hips. His mouth made its way down your jaw, moving to suck hasty kisses on your neck. 

“Stiles…” you sighed blissfully. Heat gathered in your stomach at the soft, breathy noises coming from his lips combined with the sound of them against your skin. He put his knee between your thighs.

“Knew you wanted this as much as I did, fuck,” Stiles groaned. The pressure from his knee was delicious, but not enough. It was almost as if he could read your mind as he slid his hand into your bottoms, working your underwear out of the way somewhat clumsily. 

“God… so wet for me,” he moaned. You could only reply with breathy whimpers, trying to make as little noise as possible. Stiles shushed you, placing his unoccupied hand over your mouth as the other started rubbing small circles over your clit. You closed your eyes and let your head fall against the bookcase. Your knees went weak at the sensation, not much holding you up besides Stiles. 

He slipped his hand out of your underwear, bringing a finger up to his mouth. He casually licked it clean. He hooked his thumbs into your bottoms, seeking eye contact and asking for non-verbal permission to tug them down. You bit your lip and nodded enthusiastically. When your underwear hit the floor, so did Stiles’ knees. Your eyes darted around your environment, but the school was nearly empty at this time, especially the library. 

You had to slap your hand over your mouth when Stiles made contact with your clit, his tongue tentatively licking between your folds. Your breathing was laboured, chest heaving as Stiles took his time exploring. Your bottom lip found itself between your teeth, holding in your moans. Your hands shot to Stiles’ hair. Perfectly tuggable, indeed. 

He groaned when you gave an exceptionally sharp tug, taking the time to look you in the eyes. The vibrations of his lowered voice felt good. You had seemingly no control over your hands, fingers tightening their grip the closer you got to the edge. 

“Shit, baby… So good for me. Gotta stay quiet…” Stiles mumbled. A small, high pitched keen left your lips. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to keep the silence up. You looked down once more and saw Stiles palming himself over his sweats as he continued eating you out, rhythmically grinding his hips in time with his mouth. 

The sound of a bag zipper closing got your attention. You smacked Stiles’ shoulder to stop, wanting to whine in frustration at just how close you’d been. Stiles paid you no mind, lost in giving you pleasure. You put both your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, careful not to tip him over. It was only then Stiles noticed the noise of someone packing up to leave. He scrambled to stand up, trying to help you get redressed. 

“I got it, I got it,” you hissed quietly. 

“Who’s there? You can’t be here anymore! Library’s about to close!” It was the librarian who’d shushed you earlier. You grabbed your bag in a hurry. 

“Would you still rather be hanging out with Isaac?” Stiles asked jokingly, wiping his chin. You whacked his arm, storming past him to the doors. He followed quickly, arm wandering over your shoulders as you walked out of the now deserted school. You didn’t speak as Stiles led you over to the Jeep, insisting on driving you home, at least. 

You sat in the passenger seat as Stiles ran around to the drivers’ side. You wiped your hands on your thighs, huffing a frustrated breath. You hadn’t even finished the paper, and now you got cock-blocked on top of it. So not worth it. You turned to Stiles as he put the keys in the ignition. He’d never looked hotter than that very second, lips bruised, hair tousled and still pent up, besides maybe when he looked up at you with his face buried between your legs. Okay so maybe a little worth it. 

“If you keep looking at me like that I’m gonna pull over and we’re gonna have sex in the back seat like right now,” Stiles joked. Or at least, you assumed it was a joke. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, threat or invitation?” 

“Option D? All of the above? I mean, D is definitely an option.”

“Pull over and we’ll see how much of an option it is.” 

Stiles didn’t need to be told twice, pulling over in a small clearing as soon as he saw the opportunity. He took off his seatbelt, scrambling to get out of the car. He opened the door for you, closing it and letting you in the back seat. You laid back across the seats and manoeuvred your top off, throwing it at Stiles. He caught it, quickly discarding it somewhere in the car. He shimmied his pants down his legs, not bothering to take off his shoes. You did the same, leaving you in your underwear. Stiles stopped to take a proper look. 

“You’re gonna kill me. You’ve already killed me and this is my pre-hell Heaven trailer of what could’ve been. God iwantyousobad.” You pulled him on top of you as you laughed. 

“Less talking, more fucking, yes?” 

“Yes, I agree. Wholeheartedly,” Stiles nodded furiously, tugging his shirt over his head with only one hand. Hot. He finally closed the car door behind him before he could forget. 

“I’m going to assume you don’t just casually keep condoms in your car?” You questioned. Stiles closed his eyes and tightened his lips in frustration, mentally scolding himself. He finally had you in his Jeep, half-naked, ready to fuck, and he didn’t have a freaking condom??? He finally shook his head no, sighing and pulling away from you slowly. 

You leaned up on your elbows and whispered in his ear. “Hmmm… Guess you’re just gonna have to come inside of me… Wouldn’t want to make a mess of the car…” 

Stiles pounced at that, kissing you like his life depended on it. He tugged your underwear back down your legs, now very familiar with your pelvic region. He struggled to undo your bra, cursing under his breath. You laughed and lended a hand, undoing it and slipping it off your shoulders. 

“Holy shit,” Stiles groaned. “Promise me to thank Coach for pairing us up.” 

“You did not just mention my uncle as a reaction to seeing me naked,” you complained. 

“I did. Not sorry. He did me a favour.” 

You ignored the comment and decided to kiss him to shut him back up. Him and his mouth… God his mouth. You were still pent up from the library, and if he didn’t fuck you soon you were pretty sure you’d go crazy. 

“Stiles, want you,” you whined impatiently. He was too busy paying attention to your nipples, taking one between his teeth as he made eye contact. “Shit,” you gasped.

Your hands wandered down his torso, stopping at the hem of his boxers. You tugged them down, setting his very hard cock free from its confinement. The tip was red, dribbling with pre-cum. He was obviously just as pent up as you felt. You gave him a few experimental tugs with your hand before lining him up with your entrance. 

Stiles took over, taking his time to slowly push inside you. You put your hands on his shoulders, holding your breath at the stretch. He was so much bigger than you’d expected. You both moaned when he bottomed out. You felt so full, it was insane. You dug your nails into his shoulders and gave him a nod, indicating he could move. 

He set a slow pace, testing the waters. He was enthralled by the jiggle of your tits with every movement. Typical. His hands moved up to hold them, almost as leverage, as he picked up his pace. 

“Fuck, so good,” Stiles moaned. You were about to move a hand down to touch yourself, but Stiles stopped you. 

“Let me make you feel good, let me make you come.” He put one hand on your shoulder to steady himself and brought the other down to where you were joined. He continued to thrust, putting his fingers on your clit. It took him a second, but he found a rhythm where he could thrust and stroke at the same time. 

“Oh my god, Stiles!” You moaned, the added sensation feeling amazing. The sound of his hips slapping against yours was filthy to say the least. You moved to hold onto something above your head as Stiles sped up. Your hands soon found the little ledge, and you gripped it to the best of your ability. 

Stiles bent down to kiss you, pace still unrelenting. The new angle of him bent forward sent his cock exactly where you needed it. 

“Shit, oh my god.” It was all the confirmation Stiles needed to keep it up. 

“So pretty, so tight around my cock. Such pretty tits. You feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips. 

The pace of his hips became more erratic, both of you nearing the edge. Your knuckles turned white with how tight you were gripping the car door. 

“Gonna come inside you,” Stiles moaned. “Fill you up so nice.” 

“Yes, Stiles, please!”  

“Fuck, so good, so good for me,” Stiles was becoming more talkative and less coherent as he lost himself in the pleasure. He was mouthing at your jawline, sucking another hickey where there were already plenty. 

“Fuck, Stiles, gonna come,” you whined. You could feel his smile against your neck. Smug idiot. He then started rubbing your clit exactly the way you liked it. Combined with him hitting that spot inside you over and over and over again, you were seeing stars. 

“Don’t stop, please,” another moan left your lips. 

“Come for me. Come on my cock. So pretty, so good,” Stiles blabbered. 

“Fuck! Stiles!” You keened, tightening around his dick as you came. He kissed you again as his hips stuttered, thrusting a few more times before painting your walls with his cum. His head fell on your chest as you both caught your breath.

When his breathing had slowed, he groaned before lifting himself off you, chuckling as he pecked both your nipples, then your lips before looking for something to clean you with. He settled on the shirt of his lacrosse uniform. 

“Ugh, gross,” you mumbled as he wiped you clean. Stiles shrugged. “It was going into the wash, anyway.” 

Stiles put his underwear and sweats back on, opening the door and getting out so you could have the space to redress yourself. When you reached under the seat for your bra, you pulled out a baseball bat. “Why do you have a baseball bat in your car?” 

“No… Particular reason. Safety. Lots of dangerous animals… out there.” 

“So you settled on a bat?” You wondered, holding the object. Stiles nodded, not meeting your eyes, his locked on your still naked chest. You threw the bat at him and laughed, reaching under the seat again and this time pulling out your bra. 

When you were finally dressed, you got back in the passenger seat so Stiles could drive you home. It wasn’t a long drive, as you’d already been halfway there before pulling over. He drove up the driveway, and you cringed on the inside, hoping your uncle wouldn’t see who dropped you off. You took your bag and got out of the car, walking around to the drivers’ side where Stiles was already leaning out the window. 

You looked at him and gave him a small smile. You leaned forward to give him a kiss goodbye. “You better email me your part of the paper tonight, Stilinski.” 

“You bet, babe,” he winked and gave you a salute, watching as you laughed and turned to walk inside the house. 

You closed the door and took off your shoes, hanging your coat and leaving your bag by the door. “I’m home!” 

Coach took one look at your appearance and frowned. Right… maybe you should’ve straightened yourself out before walking into the living room. Disheveled hair, hickeys on your neck, it wasn’t exactly rocket science as to why you were home later than usual. 

“If you’re gonna be having boys over, do it when I’m not around, please? I have enough of them to deal with at practice and in class. And at least have the decency to tell an uncle who he’s dealing with.” 

You cringed as the Jeep’s headlights very obviously flashed through the window at that very second, Stiles driving home. It was anything but unrecognizable. 

“Stilinski!? You’re sleeping with STILINSKI?! God, kill me now. If I’m now expected to have him over for Christmas dinner you better throw me off a bridge. And you BETTER use protection because I’m NOT gonna have Mini-linski’s running around.” 

[tbaluver]

"Where Do Babies Come From?" - The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader genre: fluff fluff + silly + scenario summary: your child(ren) ask you and your lover where babies come from requested: anonnie ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა a/n: hihi lovelies ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)♡ posting this before the livestream that's in a couple hours ! i hope you all enjoy reading and i hope to have a couple more posts out this week ! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

“Papa, where do babies come frwom?” The question was simple yet it struck him like a lightning bolt. His son’s innocent eyes stared up at him, waiting for an answer but he was left frozen at his spot, his mind completely blank. How could he possibly explain this? He was never prepared for this question, it was never in the parenting books he’s read when you were pregnant.

In your shared bedroom, you sat on the bed, scrolling through your phone when Xavier and your son walked in, hand in hand. Xavier held a small notebook in the other but your son darting towards you with open arms distracts you. “Mommy!” He squeals as you scoop him up and plant a sweet kiss at the top of his head.

“Mommy, me and daddy want to know where babies come from!” You blink, glancing at Xavier who sits at the edge of the bed, nodding along to his son as he opens up the notebook, ready to take notes

“You and daddy?” You ask, darting your gaze at your son and back to Xavier. “Well..when mommy and daddy love each other very much..” You trail off, choosing your words carefully. You wanted to keep it as innocent and simple as possible and it seems that your son believed you as he nodded along.

When your son ran off the play, you sighed in relief, glad to know that the topic didn’t go any more awkward than that. “So Xavier...why did you need to know?” You quirk a brow at him, as if he wasn’t also the reason you both have a son who you both love very much.

“So next time, when we have another child I’ll know what to say.”

Zayne:

Small footsteps padded across the floor making their way towards Zayne’s home office. He sat at his desk, reviewing the slides for his upcoming conference, absorbing all the details. Zayne usually lets her play around in his office if she wants to, but if there is anything bothering her, he can always ask her.

“Daddy?” She peeks at the side of his desk, stretching up on her tippy toes so she can see him. Zayne’s attention shifts, the sound of his office chair turning so she knows his focus was fully on her. He reached out, scooping her up and settled her comfortably in his lap.

“What’s wrong dear?” He asks softly.

She tilts her, “Since you’re a doctor where do babies come from?” The question caught him off guard for a moment but it quickly softened into a smile. It’s impossible for him not to find her adorable to be so curious at this age. It reminded him of his own childhood where he would always ask his parents questions.

He clears his throat, “They come from their mother’s stomach.” A simple answer his own mother had given him when he was around her age. It was enough for him even if he hadn’t fully understood it at the time.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she processed the information, her finger tapping her lip as she thought. “But..how did the baby get there?”

Zayne chuckles softly, his heart melting at the sight of her little mind trying to piece things together. Gently, he pinches her cheek. “I promise I’ll explain it to you when you’re older, alright ?After I’m finished with this, we can go play”” He kisses the top of her head before setting her down, hoping she’ll forget about it for now.

Rafayel:

Small feets padded their way toward their father who sat at the couch, balancing a pencil between the bridge of his nose as he concentrated on a sketch. The moment he heard their playful shrieks come closer to him, his attention shifts as he sets the sketchbook down. With arms opened wide, the children dove into his embrace, their tiny bodies crashing into him playfully.

“Daddy daddy!” One of your sons bounce up and down in excitement, his voice bubbling with curiosity.

He chuckles softly, pulling them away. “Yes my little glub glubs?” He asks as all the children snuggle closer to him. They exchange glances, deciding on who would speak first. Rafayel raises a brow, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches his children in curiosity

“Where do babies come from?” One of them suddenly asks, the other two nodded in unison, their eyes wide as they wait for their lemurian father to speak. He froze in his spot, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“Oh!” He stammered, scratching the back of his hair, smiling sheepishly. “How about you ask mommy? Y'know she’s very experienced with that.” Yes, yes he’s a genius. He dodged the question for now.

“Mommy told us to ask you!”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Another chimes in.

“She said you’re the reason we’re here!” They nodded eagerly, waiting for him to provide an answer.

“Does that make you our mommy then daddy?” The youngest asks, innocence in their eyes as well as confusion. However, the question hit him like a brick, leaving him frozen in his spot again. They completely misunderstood what you said and now his children are looking at him as if he was a male seahorse.

He blinks, “No, no I’m still daddy,” He clarifies, chuckling nervously. “What mommy means is...when me and her kiss.. in the sea, we make a seagull come and deliver you to us one by one! It’s a realllyyyy long process.”

You’re definitely going to pay him back after this.

Sylus:

You and Sylus were nestled in the living room couch, your hand resting gently on your baby bump. While you watched a show/ movie, Sylus sat beside you, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he flipped through pages. Your little girl sat at the coffee table, creating little scenarios in her world of dolls and toys, the tiny figurines making soft clicking noises as she moved them across the table.

With a curious expression, she picked up the two dolls in each hand, one she often associated them as ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’, studying both of them. Her crimson eyes flicked between the two figures and then over to their small family of children she had arranged in the playset. Her gaze shifts to your grown belly, curiosity of hers growing.

“Mommy, Daddy?” she asks, her cute little voice gaining both of your attention. She walks over to you both, her white hair tied up slightly bouncing with each step.

“What is it sweetie?” Sylus asks, lowering the papers, his crimson eyes meeting hers. She hesitates for a moment, still holding the dolls before shifting her gaze back between you both.

“Where do babies come from?” She asks innocently. The question hung in the air for a moment, catching you both off guard. It wasn’t just the question itself, but it just felt so sudden. Sylus knew that this would eventually come but he didn’t expect it to be quite so soon. Maybe he shouldn’t have bought her a room full of dolls.

“Well sweetie they come from your mother’s v-”

“AHEM.”

Looks like you’ll handle this for now and Sylus gets to sit this one out

[lastflowerofyourhouse]

things tamsyn muir can give us in 2025 and it'll be FINE i'll be HAPPY i will CONTENT MYSELF.

short story about the contingent of illegal guerilla archeologists who discovered cradle creatures

book of harrow's original sermons

valentin the ninth

a flipbook of passive aggressive notes the original lyctors sent to one another

a sample of camilla hect's erotic poetry homework

the full text of the necromancer's marriage season, and/or palamedes's fix-it fanfiction of the same

100+ pages of nothing but pyrrha and wake fucking nasty

the secret diary of admiral sarpaedon

a 5-paragraph persuasive essay written by jeannemary chatur, on any topic

ianthe tridentarius's preteen journal

the full text of the noniad

protesilaus the seventh's minimalist poetry about cloud formations

more samples of the correspondence between palamedes and dulcinea

a short story where nothing happens except a like 13 year old abigail pent goes to the tridentarii's christening, takes one look at baby ianthe, and is like "hmmm. bad vibes."

pyrrha dve's notebook of comebacks she thinks of for the other lyctors but can't say them because she's pretending to be g1deon

a cover reveal for alecto? maybe? if you can? when you can?

[tsukeilvr]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. t.kei x fem!reader

fluff . oneshot (?) yearning series

note: i hope this isnt ooc glup

Tsukishima Kei, who swears up and down that he isn’t a romantic.

He rolls his eyes when Tadashi puts on a rom-com at their weekend movie nights, when he overhears their managers talking about the latest celebrity couple — even trivial matters, like when Tanaka & Nishinoya make heart-eyes at Kiyoko. “You’re such a killjoy, Tsukishima!” Hinata would say after practice, in response to his disinterested shrug when they asked him about his stance on love, a discussion that soon turned into an argument over which superhero they could take in a fight; oddly enough, they all said Spiderman. Admittedly, he was more interested in stating his input on that topic.

And yet, Kei, who groans in annoyance when his father sweet-talks his mother and practically sprints at the first sight of affection, somehow gravitates toward you. He only knew you as a mutual friend of Tadashi’s at first. Then, you two started talking. And, almost subconsciously, he starts doing the things he swore he’d never catch himself doing in the first place.

It started with a simple “Hey.” You called his attention mid-class, your voice a hushed whisper as not to catch the eye of your teacher. He didn’t even spare you a glance, continuing to write down notes as if you weren’t there.

You frown, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. How rude, you think. “Heey,” you repeat, this time reaching across the gap between your tables to nudge his side lightly—watching as he jolts subtly in shock. Annoyed, he finally turns to you with a frown. “What?”

Instead of calling each other out on both your rather rude—disruptive—approaches, you simply offered him a small, sheepish smile. “You look smart,” you point out the obvious, being that the both of you were in a college-prep class. “You have any notes?”

Kei stares at you as if you just asked if oranges were pink, and for a second, it looks like he’s about to ignore you once more. But, upon seeing the empty page in your notebook lacking the latest lessons, he sighs—a bit of empathy coursing through his veins. He takes out a few pages from his binder, passing it to you without a word.

And that’s where it all started; he’d send and pass you his notes when he noticed your lack of attention during lessons, and at some point, he doesn’t remember when, you started handing him small, strawberry-flavored sweets in return.

“What’s this?” he asked, tilting the small chocolate dessert in his hand. You glance up at him with furrowed brows, then back at your notebooks, switching between his bland notes and your colorful pages. “Chocolate, duh. Take it as my thanks,” you reply. “Tadashi said you like strawberry shortcake, but I didn’t have much time to make that.”

He pauses as he chews the strawberry-flavored chocolate, the sugar hitting his taste buds all at once — it’s fresh, sweet, and all new to him; most of all, it’s… homemade. You bake. You baked for him.

From that day on, he started listening to you more—specifically, caring more. He complained less when you’d talk his ears off over call while he studied, when you’d join him and Tadashi on the way home, even when you ended up worming your way into their movie nights—even when he started to inherit your taste in movies, which he claimed were ‘stupid’ and ‘lame.’

It was a Friday night, light rain pattering on the windows as cold air settled in the room. As per usual, you and Tadashi sat on Kei’s living room couch as the distant humming of the microwave echoed off the walls of the kitchen, while you skimmed through the movie options for the night. Kei waits patiently for the popcorn to be ready, his head leaned to the side as he listens in on the conversation.

Ever since you became a part of their duo—now trio—he’s become less standoffish towards you; truthfully, he never meant to appear that way; he just liked getting a kick out of you, ragebaiting, if you may. But now? Now, he’d never admit it, but he’s started to be fond of your presence. He sometimes finds himself listening to songs you mentioned liking once, writing down short explanations of equations and topics he knows you struggle with, and at some point, he started to offer his notes even if you didn’t ask.

And the truth is? You stopped needing them after a while, his presence somehow influencing you to pay more attention in class — but you always accepted when he’d hand them to you without a word.

“I just think that Dear Daniel is totally disregarded when people make those, like…” You flailed the remote around in the air, like your hands could illustrate your words. “Batman and Hello Kitty things. Like, uhhh, no? Kitty has Daniel.”

Tadashi is about to retort when the smell of buttered popcorn fills his senses, his gaze drifting to the source of the smell, watching as Kei sits down in between them, a large bowl of popcorn in his hands. He sinks into the cushions with a sigh, quirking a brow at the familiar, cheesy romance movie playing on the television screen. “This again?” he mumbles.

You frown and throw a tiny piece of popcorn in his direction. “Shut up, it’s my favorite! Tadashi said he hasn’t seen it either, so deal with it.”

Kei feigns annoyance, groaning as the movie starts—though he isn’t as bothered as he appears. He occasionally mumbles “Boring,” to grab your attention and annoy you, but it’s hard to miss how he not-so-subtly whispers in sync with the lines he’s heard over a thousand times. It’s hard to miss how he’d laugh a little when a silly moment comes on screen, and especially when he smiles upon catching the glint in your eyes when the characters finally confess their feelings — he wonders if he’d catch you looking at him with that same glint if he played his cards right.

He wonders how you, with no effort whatsoever, managed to make him feel like the hopeless romantic he never thought he’d become.

[yasministration]

ripped tights in tight cupboards - sirius black

summary: sirius can't resist the sight of you in tights... what a shame he has to ruin them for you. wc: 1.7k+ cw: semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving)

Sirius had not stopped looking at you for the past twenty minutes. You’d been standing in the courtyard with the rest of your friend group, tugging your jumper tighter around your body to try warming you up, Hogwarts’s unrelenting autumn weather slapping you from every direction. You stood next to Lily, arm linked with hers as everyone leaned in close to you, listening to all the questions and answers you revealed would be on Professor McGonagall’s end of unit assessment.

James groaned in the middle of your rant, ruffling through his rucksack to pull out a notebook and pencil, jotting notes down as he repeated the question topics you had divulged.

However, of the entire group, the one person you wanted to do best on the test was not listening to a single word you were saying. Sirius’s gaze was relentless, staring at you with lustful eyes as the words you spoke flew over his head. His eyes dropped to your exposed legs, tongue shooting out to wet his lips as he smirked at the small rip in your warm tights.

“And, uh, there was an eight marker asking to outline and evaluate animal transfiguring spells. So I spoke about the one we did with mice, but then the underwater ones like full animal transfiguration or half, so the one to transfigure people into merpeople.”

Sirius chuckled, causing Remus to glance at him, but everyone else was too busy talking about how screwed they were for the exam. “Wait, we’re supposed to talk about the differences between half and full transfigurations?” Cried James, his eyes widening. Lily immediately jumped to explain the difference to her boyfriend, clarifying how to use it in an essay structure.

“Okay is that good?” But before you were able to get a response from your friends, Sirius broke into the middle of the group’s little huddle, crossing the circle to wrap an arm over your shoulders, the other hand reaching up to caress your arm closest to him.

“Good luck!” Sirius called out, dragging you alongside him. Marlene yelled a question to you, but Sirius pressed a kiss to your forehead, and her words were instantly melting away into the background.

The second you entered the castle, much warmer than the freezing outdoors, Sirius’s pace was increasing. His arm fell from around your shoulders, sliding down to intertwine your fingers with his as he rushed down the halls, using his steady grip to drag you alongside him easier.

Gasping, you wrapped your free hand around your boyfriend’s bicep as he made a triumphant noise, ramming his shoulder into the door of a broom cupboard. He yanked you into the small storage room with him and you gasped loudly, squealing as Sirius slammed his lips against yours, his hands immediately wandering under your skirt.

“Sirius!” You gasped against his lips as he momentarily pulled away, his fingers fighting against your tights. “Fuck, you look so hot.” Sirius groaned, digging his face into the crook of your neck. “Love these tights on you. Too bad I’m gonna have to-” You cried out, tightening your grip on Sirius’s shoulders as his unforgiving fingers dug into the crotch area of your tights, his nails digging into the stretchy fabric.

The fabric tore with a loud ripping sound, echoing in the enclosed space.

“Sirius!”

“I’ll buy you new ones, I swear!” He murmured in between kisses, sucking softly on your skin as his fingers slid into the new hole in your tights. His fingers curled into the bottom of your underwear, pushing the fabric to the side as his fingers explored your cunt.

You were immediately gasping quietly at Sirius’s touch, however messy or careless it may be. “There we go.” He spoke, more so to himself as his fingers connected with your clit. You bit your lip as a moan immediately surfaced, your boyfriend’s expert fingers immediately working miracles on you.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked teasingly, eyes widening as Sirius dropped to his knees in front of you. Your boyfriend looked up at you through his lashes, a wide grin on his face.

“Just can’t resist you.” You smiled at his words, snaking your fingers through his hair.

Sirius’s grin disappeared under your skirt, and you let him guide one of your legs up onto his shoulder, lips leaving a trail of kisses from your knee to your inner thigh.

Another rip sounded through the cupboard and you shrieked, scolding your boyfriend again. Sirius fit his fingers into the now much larger rip in your tights, holding your panties to the side so he could press his mouth to your cunt. Parting your lips with his fingers, Sirius wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking softly. Laughing softly at the immediate reaction you had, Sirius brought his fingers down to your entrance, pushing softly into you.

Leaning your head back against the wall, lips parted in a moan, you suddenly whimpered as Sirius’s lips left your body. Reaching in his pocket for his wand, Sirius muttered “Colloportus, muffliato” Before returning his attention to you.

Wand clattering to the floor, Sirius brought his now free hand up to your thigh, caressing your skin softly. “Relax for me, baby, yeah? Take a deep breath.” Following his instructions, you inhaled deeply before released air through your mouth. Sirius praised you, sliding his fingers deeper inside you.

Lips returning to your cunt, he flattened his tongue against your clit, adding pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Sirius began thrusting his fingers into you quickly, sucking on your clit harshly and you thrusted your hips into Sirius’s face, pulling a moan out of him.

Whining, Sirius’s free hand clutched your ass, driving your body further onto his face. You tugged at Sirius’s hair, moving your hips with the movement of his face as he curled his fingers deeper into you.

Pulling your skirt up to look at Sirius, you gasped loudly, staring at the filthy sight underneath you. Sirius glanced up, and your jaw went slack, whimpering quietly. The rip in your tights dragged on all the way down your thigh, and your juices shined on your inner thighs, coating Sirius’s face. His fingers looked uncomfortably squished into your tights, but with the expertise he moved them inside you, you knew he couldn’t be too uncomfortable.

Keening loudly, you bit your bottom lip, banging your head on the wall behind you as you threw your head back in pleasure. “Oh my god!” You cried, feeling your thighs begin to shake as Sirius’s tongue flicked your clit.

Sirius hummed against you, mumbling “You close?” But he already knew the answer. As though he’s been playing with you this entire time, he curled his fingers just right, which immediately had you moaning out his name as you reached your orgasm, grinding your hips down on his face as your entire body shook in an onslaught of white-hot pleasure. Sirius moaned into your cunt as your juices flooded his face, licking up into you to clean you up and ease you out of your orgasm.

Reaching down to wrap your fingers around Sirius’s wrist, you halted his attack on your cunt, panting heavily as you recovered. Sirius slowly slid his fingers out of you, standing up and easing your leg to the ground.

Sirius cupped your face with his free hand, pulling you into a soft kiss before he was pulling away to lick all your juices off his hand. You cringed at the sight of his tongue sticking out between his fingers, bringing both your hands up away to pull his hand away from his face.

Sirius grinned, mumbling “What, you want a taste?” You shook your head frantically as Sirius stuck his hand closer to you, but before you knew it he was pushing you up against the wall again and forcing his tongue into your mouth with a passionate kiss.

You melted against Sirius, coiling your fingers into his curly hair again as you kissed him, the juices on his face smudging onto yours. When Sirius pulled away, still smiling, he looked proud of the mess he made of you.

“Everyone’s going to know what happened if you walk out with your hair like that.” You stated, leaning back against the wall, pulling out your wand and muttering a quiet spell. You held your wand towards Sirius, which now had a single tissue coming out of its tip, and he took it, wiping his hands and face off. You mimicked his movements, drying yourself off.

“Yeah, well if you walk out with these tights, everyone’s going to know what happened.” You glanced down, patting your skirt down, and gasped loudly at the realisation that the matching rips on your inner thighs went all the way down to your knees, way below the hemline of your skirt. “Sirius!”

“I told you I would get you knew ones!”

“But it’s cold today!”

“We’ll stop by your dorm to change them before your next class!”

“And you promise you won’t touch them!?”

Sirius was silent, clasping his arms in front of him. You huffed, glaring at him as you slid your flats off, reaching under your skirt to begin taking the tights off.

Sirius’s eyes followed the movement and he bit his lip, swallowing thickly. “Baby…” Your head snapped up towards Sirius, shaking your head disappointedly as you snatched the tights off the ends of your feet. Your boyfriend busied himself by patting his hair down, though he didn't try too hard to make himself look presentable, wanting to flaunt your actions to the student body of Hogwarts. Besides, everyone knew you were the only person allowed to touch his hair.

Sliding your feet back into your shoes, you tossed the ruined tights in the trash can in the corner of the tight cupboard. Sirius took a couple of steps towards you, and he ducked his head down to press some teasing kisses to your jaw and neck.

“Should we go up to my dorm?” You raised your eyebrows at Sirius’s question, trailing your eyes down his body to land on his cock, straining in his trousers. With a giggle, you opened the door to the broom cupboard, walking into the hallway. Sirius ran up to you, catching up to your footsteps with a worried look on his face.

“We are going, right!?” You turned your head to look at Sirius, offering a hand for him to hold.

“Yeah, if you can make it all the way up there.”

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[lachoco]

Cornell Notes Notebook

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