#python join()

[lesbianbanana]

Hera's relationship with Apollo is something that should be studied, in this essay I-

[anthyies]

they need to make a database where you can pick character(s) and get a list of every comic they’re both/all in. someone listen to my vision

[crazypercheron]

unrelated Jen news, I just bought a pair of Chiaogoo red lace knitting needle for sock knitting and oh my goodness, these feel so nice and the join between the needle and cable is so smooth, why on earth did I not invest in these needles sooner?

[soc-learning]

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[oh-look-car-horns]

Wondering what boop count your 3 letter word corresponds to? I gotchu:

Using a python script I wrote, I booped myself 50,000 times, saving an image of my boop-o-meter every 500 boops. Before we get into the results, there are two important limitations to this study that I should mention:

Firstly, because I only recorded the boop-o-meter every 500 boops, if a message appeared for less than 500 boops it may not have been caught.

Secondly, every now and then my computer would lose a boop or two when a click wouldn't register. This is seen in the 500 and 1000 boop images below, which in reality read 498 and 994 respectively. Because of this, boop values are slightly lower than they appear.

With that out of the way, lets dig in.

0-999:

From boops 0-999, the boop-o-meter displays your boop count, and changes color as you boop

Boop count: 0 Boop count: 500 Boop count: 1000

Boop fact: the colors do not change after 1000

LOL:

Between boops 1000 and 1500, the boop-o-meter changed to display 'LOL'. This likely took place at 1000 boops, but maybe it said 'MAX' or sumn for awhile at first? Idk this is already the misinformation website so not my problem.

Boop count: 1500 (actually more like 1490 ish)

More results below the cut

OMG:

Between 1500 and 2000, the boop-o-meter changed to display 'OMG'. Again, this probably happened at 1500 but who knows. Maybe staff made it 1523 for the bit or something.

Boop count: ~2000

WOW:

The boop-o-meter remained at omg until the 3500 boop readpoint, when it switched to 'WOW', meaning this transition happens somewhere between ~2980 and ~3480.

Boop count: ~3500

Boop fact: 'WOW' is the second longest reigning message

*-*:

Between 5000 and 5500 the boop-o-meter switched to '*-*'. You get the idea at this point so I'll speed it up.

Boop count: ~5500

WHY:

The boop-o-meter changed to 'WHY' between 6000 and 6500 boops. For science. That's why.

Boop count: ~6500

PLZ:

Next was 'PLZ', switching between 7000 and 7500.

Boop count: ~7500

AAA:

I'm not sure what bloody urine has to do with anything, but for some reason staff felt is was important to display, switching between 7500 and 8000.

Boop count: ~8000

;_;:

Huh the colon makes that one look weird. 8000-8500.

Boop count: ~8500

Boop fact: That fucking cat haunts me in my dreams

0_0:

I realized after I set my pyautogui script running that my computer wouldn't turn off its screen because of the clicking, so there was a strobing blue light in my room all night. This encapsulated my expression while trying to sleep (8500-9000).

Boop count: ~9000

MAX:

After 9000 it displayed 'MAX'. This was cap. (9000-9500 switch).

Boop count: OVER 9000 (9500)

<33:

I miss my wife. 9500-10,000.

Boop count ~10,000

TUM BLR:

THE HOLY GRAIL. The boop-o-meter switched to displaying 'TUM BLR' between 10,000 and 10,500 boops. Because my actual boop count was slightly behind my theoretical, I'd guess that this change happened at 10,000 boops.

Boop count: ~10,500 (likely switched at 10,000)

Summary:

When charted the boop curve looks as follows:

Boop curve: 0 - 10,000 boops

My script continued to run until 53,000 boops, but no further changes were observed. Again, there were quite possibly more messages at lower boop values, but my ass is not checking. Maybe I should have scaled my sampling accordingly, but it is what it is. Thank you for joining me on this journey, and if you have any corrections or more information, please add it to this post.

Boop fact: Terfs DNI

[varsityheights]

ok nvm i might post sometimes actually. i forgot how fun tumblr is its been like 5 years

[lazyeli-art]

thought this was quite silly, love them.

anyway since its the year of the snake and all, i let my ball python, oro, join me in this doodle. please tell him that he's cute

[junkpuppet225]

warning: smut, you’re responsible for the content you consume

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It took nearly two weeks before you were alone with Daryl - by then he’d lost his nerve, keeping his head down around you once again. Carol was in the kitchen the night of your hangover offering water and ibuprofen then before long Rick showed up and pulled a reluctant Daryl away to discuss important information about the community. By the time Daryl started going out with Aaron to find more people whatever you thought may happen between the two of you was just a memory.

Until it wasn’t. The night Rick killed Pete changed everything. The night Daryl brought Morgan to Alexandria you sat staring into the bonfire while everyone gaped at the consequences of the doctors actions - the single deafening shot still ringing in your ears as Rick stands staring down the barrel of his colt python to Pete’s lifeless body. You were cold or possibly in shock, trying to push the horrid images from your mind as you focused on your shaking hands. Concerned voices were just murmurs around you as you closed your fingers into fists and tried to will the panic away, sending a single tear down your cheek as you blinked and Daryl’s handsome face came into view.

He was knelt before you - blue eyed wide and unfamiliar. You’d never seen this emotion on his face before. Daryl was afraid and that sent another surge of adrenaline through you - allowing your limbs to join in on the shaking as you placed your palm to his arm, eyes widening when he doesn’t flinch away from your touch. “You alright?”

No. You just watched a man slice through another man’s larynx then take a bullet to the dome for his trouble. Deanna is going to banish you all - send Carl and Judith back into the horrors of the world. Just when you thought you could start something important here your group would be thrown back to the dead.

“Answer me.” Daryl’s words aren’t demanding, they’re soft and pleading as another tear betrays you. “Y-yeah. Im okay. Are you okay?” You’d seen Rick kill people before - that wasn’t anything new but this look on Daryl’s face, the disparity swimming in his ocean eyes makes it hard to breathe. “I am now.” He whispers offering his hand as he lifts you to your feet and holds you close to his side. Rick is trying to explain himself to Morgan and the others while the rest of the group share your worried glances that all of this will soon be taken away.

“Come with me?” You look up to Daryl’s soft words and nod without thinking. You would go anywhere with him, especially if it’s somewhere away from this nightmare. He slips his warm hand in yours, his palm searing against your icy fingers as he guides you silently to the house Deanna gifted your group weeks ago. Daryl doesn’t speak until you’re standing in the darkness of the kitchen, your hand still held tightly in his as the other comes up to cup your cheek - brushing his thumb against your jaw as he searches your eyes.

The raw emotion in his gaze tightens something in your chest, bringing your hand to his bicep as you try to steady yourself and make sense of what has him so upset. Daryl’s always been brave but standing here in the shadows he looks truly terrified.

“We almost died out there today.” The words come rushing from his lungs as he shakes the thought for the millionth time and lets his head hang, pulling you closer as he drops your hand to grasp your hip. “…if it wasn’t for Morgan…” Tears blur your vision at the thought of losing him, your breath catching in your throat as his words turn into soft whispers. “…never gettin’ to see you again - never… touchin’ you again.” Daryl sinks a hand into your soft hair and brings your face to his, bringing your foreheads together as his eyes close tightly. “…scares the shit outta me.”

Slowly you bring your hands to his neck before slipping them into the back of his hair as a low desperate groan escapes him and he lifts his eyes to yours - grasping at your hip as he pulls you flush against his chest and leans into your parted lips, kissing you slowly.

Everything but Daryl melts away. The worry of losing this place - of losing this, it slips into the deepest parts of your mind and there’s just him kissing you like his very life depends on it. His rough hand slipping into your shirt to grasp at your soft skin as his tongue moves against yours slowly, your quiet gasps stirring something deep inside of him.

His hand moves further up your shirt before he hesitates just below your breast as you whisper against his lips to please touch you. The growl that leaves him vibrates in your chest as his fingers brush against the rough texture of your bra before moving on to join his other hand in your hair.

The terror in Daryl’s eyes shift, still lingering in their depths but somehow shadowed by white-hot desire that takes your breath away. “Daryl?” His own breath hitch’s as your lips graze his. “Y-yeah?” The word is barely audible. “Do you want me?” You watch his eyes fall to your mouth with a grunt that sounds like a yes.

“Show me?”

Daryl lifts you to the counter with ease while your arms wrap around his shoulders and he pulls you to his chest - his kiss more desperate as you tighten your fingers in his hair. Your heart is hammering in your chest, fear that someone from your group is going to burst through the front door and demand Daryl’s attention pulls you away from him. “Take me upstairs?” You whisper as another growl escapes him and he pulls you closer to his chest - turning to the stairs as your legs wrap around him - his mouth finding yours as you rake your fingers into his hair and cling to him. He doesn’t stop until you’re lying on his bed and he’s looking down at you with that terror in his eyes again.

I can’t lose you too.

“Daryl…, it’s okay. I want this… want you.”

In a hundred years he’ll never understand what he did to deserve you - to deserve this but the thought of denying you anything sends a different kind of ache through his chest so he kisses you, sinking his body into yours as you grasp at his waist to push his shirt over his head - letting your hands fall to his back as he takes in a quick breath, his body going rigid from your touch.

Daryl lifts his head slowly as your fingers trace the raised lines across his back, your eyebrows pulling together in concern. “Daryl…?”

“It’s okay.” He whispers holding his breath as you return your fingers to his hair while his teeth graze your jugular. “…happened a long time ago.” That doesn’t ease the ache seeping into your bones from the thought of something hurting him but his tongue against your skin blurs the line of pain and pleasure.

“Daryl.” His name slips quietly from your lips bringing another low growl against your skin as he pushes your own shirt over your head before dipping his between the valley of your breasts - placing a line of kisses down your torso as a gasp escapes you. Daryl groans out your name, griping at your hips to tug your shorts down your thighs. You arch your back to him as his mouth finds yours - like he can’t stop kissing you but is desperate to be inside of you - his head hanging to watch you undo his belt. “A-are you sure?” He whispers, lifting his eyes to yours slowly.

“Yes.” He’s kissing you again, sinking his hands into your hair as you grip his sides while he pushes inside of you resting his forehead against yours with a whimper. “Y/N…, feels…” Your eyes meet - his gaze sobering as he whispers how good you feel around him with each thrust, his arm sliding under your back to bring you closer. The soft moans and quiet gasps that fill his head pushing him further, fucking into you harder as his own groans fill the room.

“…oh god, Daryl…” Your body is humming with pleasure, fingers gripping his shoulders as he pours years of need into fucking you, lifting his head slightly as his name falls from your desperate lips again as your body tightens around him. “…fuck…, that’s it… gonna make me…” You grip the back of Daryl’s hair, pulling hard as he groans against your throat - moving faster as stars dot your vision and you feel yourself come undone around him - leaning into his shoulder with a cry as his grunts turn to whimpers and he loses himself inside of you, gripping your hips so hard you know he’ll leave bruises in their wake. All you can hear is the pounding of your heart in your chest and his heavy breathing as he buries his face in the bend of your shoulder.

“W-was that okay? Did I hurt ya?”

Daryl lifts his head quickly - searching your cock drunk gaze as a lazy smile spreads across your beautiful face. “It was beautiful.” You assure him softly as his own rare grin lights up his ocean eyes. “You’re beautiful.” You watch his eyes go wide as the words slip from his lips quickly, a warmth spreading through you at the slight rush of pink that creeps up his neck and into his cheeks as you card your fingers through the back of his hair.

[cameronspecial]

Soft!Reader tying a bow to Rafe’s biceps 🤭🎀 (he acts all tough but he secretly loves it hehe)

Bow

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

Summary: Y/N has a new hobby that she loves to use to decorate everything.

Masterlist

Tying ribbon to everything has become Y/N’s new obsession. She spends hours going to different craft stores with Rafe in tow to look at every single option, leaving them with multiple rolls that have caught her eye. Rafe would go to sleep and wake up to every possible thing decorated with a bow, all because his girlfriend found a tutorial on how to make the perfect bow. Her purse. Her hairbrush. The fridge handle. The TV remote. His car keys. His backpack. They are all adorned in various styles of ribbons. He even finds one on the flip lid of his passenger seat’s mirror. Eventually, she runs out of places to add her ribbons and Rafe can tell it dampens her mood.

They are currently at Topper’s house. The boys are working out, while Y/N occupies her time by bow-ifying the workout equipment in Topper’s home gym. “Hey, Y/N/N. Is it really necessary to put it on everything?” Topper inquires, regretting it as soon as he sees her smile fall and Rafe’s glare. Her gaze falls with a frown, “No. It’s not. I’m sorry. I can take them down.” She picks up her scissors and uses them to remove her ribbons, making sure to preserve the bows. She is putting everything in her purse when the boys join her on the couches. Rafe throws a sweaty arm around her shoulders to bring her to his side. She shrieks and pulls away from her boyfriend’s hold. She turns towards him, catching a look at the way his thick biceps glisten because of the sweat and light. Her intrusive thoughts win and she wraps a pink sparkly ribbon around his arms. He freezes under the pressure with his eyebrows knitted together. “What are you doing?” he grumbles. She tugs the loops of the bow before moving on to his other arm, “All prizes have a ribbon to show that they are the winner. I’m giving your most prized possession what they need.” His hardened gaze doesn’t let up as he looks at the glitter now falling on his skin. “This is ridiculous, Baby,” he complains, taking his arm out of her hands.

Again, her eyes fall to the ground and he can feel her insecurity creeping in. “What I mean is the thought of my arms being my most prized possessions is ridiculous because that title belongs to you, Baby,” he clarifies, taking the ribbon out of her hands to give her a headband and kissing her forehead once he finishes. “Now, we are matching.” She gazes up at him with a smile. He isn’t going to lie to himself. He loves the ribbon wrapped around his bicep. It is giving him an ego boost that his girl thought they were nice enough to be decorated. “I love it. Thank you, Rafey,” she whispers. An objection can be heard coming from Topper, “Excuse me. I think I deserve a ribbon for my obviously superior pythons."

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[defmaybe]

Sprint

PURPLE KISS’ Na Goeun x Male Reader

2.6k words

A/N: Very messy lmfao, thanks for reading as always! Part of @mintwithchoco's prompt exercise!

—

“You’re arriving at the halfway point of our cycle. I’m still perplexed why they don’t let you come in after this sprint ends!” Goeun says, clearly annoyed by the fact that you were accepted into the department in the middle of this mess. Still, you have to be a professional and accept this hardship, no matter how difficult it will be.

“Don’t worry, Miss Na. I can work with that,” you answer, trying to sound firm as you walk along with her through the floor, passing countless tables and your soon-to-be co-workers. The scent of lavender wafts into your nose. It’s different from what you’ve expected the office to smell, especially a tech-related office. Sounds of clicking keyboards ring through the floor. These people are clearly working hard, and you have a lot to catch up to them.

Goeun chuckles, clearly amused by your enthusiasm. “Well, if you need anything, just tell me or the other guys, alright? We won’t bite.”

“Yes, Miss Na.”

You two advance through the floor until you arrive at an unoccupied table. The table is empty, like empty-empty. There’s nothing on it, only a plug socket on the right of the partition.

“Here’s your desk!” Goeun says, palming her hands towards the table with a small smile. “Again, if there’s any problem, just ask us!”

“Sure, Miss Na.”

“Just call me Goeun. No need for formalities, really.”

—

Two weeks go by quickly. You find yourself caught in the web of the ever-growing project your team is working on. The sprint is harsh on you, punishing in its sheer complexity and size, but you fight through it. You double your efforts on the works, so determined to earn acceptance from your co-workers. You stay for the overtime (the money’s great). You polish your work. You try to be nothing short of resolute.

And it works.

Your first sprint is a success, and your contribution finds its place in the project. The stakeholders give you a few praises during the meeting, and ecstasy couldn’t even begin to describe the emotion you feel after that.

You aced it.

—

“Well, it seems that your first sprint went well. Congratulations!” Goeun cheers, raising her bubble tea for a toast, to which you shyly reciprocate along with your other co-workers.

“You did great! Especially considering you came in during the middle of it,” Jiwoong adds, giving you a thumbs up.

“I couldn’t do half as good as you did when I joined here. Good job!” says Sumin.

“I’m here because of you guys, so–thank you!” you say, smiling. They sure have helped you a lot. You were afraid at some point that they’d be annoyed with how frequently you’ve asked them for help, but it’s apparent that these guys are genuinely kind. You’re falling in love with this company, well, at least the department.

“To the new guy!” and Goeun leads another toast.

—

The rest of the day goes by quickly as you get absorbed into the whirlwind of work. More Python, more Pandas, and without knowing, it’s starting to get dark outside.

“Hey.” Goeun greets, peeking out from the partition with a small smile. “We’re not paying more after six, remember?”

You look at the clock, suddenly reminded of how much time has passed since your last bathroom break at three. “Oh, fuck, shit,” you mumble, quickly scrambling through the tabs you’ve opened through the day on your overworked laptop. “Let me–uh–”

“I’ll wait in front of the building.”

“Sure.”

—

The chilly night air blows through your body. White puffs of air leave your lungs as you walk along the street with Goeun. Your hands occasionally rub against each other in an attempt to retain some heat. A car passes by.

“So–why did you decide to become a programmer?” Goeun asks. The sounds of dry leaves crunching under your feet can be heard. Another car passes by.

“Oh, my mom, she works in tech, and I kinda didn’t know what to do when I had to go to college, so–yeah.” You let out a huff, looking downwards as you take strides after strides along the asphalt road. Another car passes by. “How about you? Why did you become a programmer?”

“I was also like you—don’t know what to do, and I did well in Python, so I kinda just–roll with that.”

Another car passes by.

She muses, looking up at the stars, “You know, I did wanna be a singer once when I was young.”

An image of Goeun, lost in the symphony, pops up in your head. You find it cute. 

You chuckle softly, out of endearment more than anything. 

“But I was afraid that I’d fail, so I kinda just, well, stick to programming instead, more reliable.”

“You seem like you’d make a brilliant singer, though.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Just a hunch.”

You continue walking along the street. You take a glance at her to find her eyes, and you feel something. It’s short-lived, but it’s definitely something. You don’t consider it much more than just an eye contact, though.

“What?” Goeun asks. You aren’t going to deny that she looks good tonight. The pairing of a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt fit her like a glove. She looks much better than your average programmer.

“Nothing,” you reply, before breaking eye contact and continuing to walk into the nocturne.

After a short while, you reach her apartment, very likely one of the rooms inside this 40-floor tower (unless she’s otherworldly rich). You’ve walked past it quite a fair few times. It’s not so far from your apartment, after all.

“See you on Monday, I guess?” you say, smiling. It’s almost your bedtime now.

“Wanna have something from my room before you go? I have a few beers,” Goeun invites you, her thumb pointing towards the building.

Your eyebrows arch slightly, hands shifting inside your pockets. You’re uncertain.

“I mean, a bottle can make you go a bit drowsy and stuff,” she continues, cocking her head towards the tower. “Should help you sleep better.”

—

“Nice room,” you say as you take a look around her place.

Goeun’s room is neat, spine-chillingly neat. It’s a small studio room meant for single-living. Everything is kept in its place. No stray strands of hair on the floor, no clothes lying around. She’s good at this.

“Can’t live in a dirty room, you know?”

“I get it.”

You settle yourself on her couch nervously. It’s your first time at her place, after all, gotta be a good visitor.

“Kirin or Hoegaarden?”

“Kirin, please.”

Goeun picks up a Kirin from her fridge before walking towards you. Her legs look longer than usual from this angle.

“To our next sprint,” she says, handing you the beer can, smiling. You take it.

Cold.

“Thanks.” You open the beer can with a loud pop. A fizzling sound can be heard. You take a swig of beer. The familiar bitterness and a hint of malt runs down your throat, and you’re sure your face contorts a little as you put the can down.

Tastes good as always. Well, for a beer.

Goeun takes a seat beside you. She reaches forward to pick up the tv remote on the table, before turning it on.

“What do you wanna watch?”

—

You forget what time it is, but after Crazy, Stupid, Love ends, the last Merseyside Derby at Goodison Park starts, and you two are glued to the screen.

“I’m going to miss this stadium a lot, been there once, and it was fucking awesome,” Goeun says, taking a sip of beer. There’s a pool of aluminium cans sitting on the table in front of you now. You’re feeling a little woozy as you open your fourth beer tonight.

“Lucky.”

The word brings out a chuckle out of Goeun. You can see from the corner of your eyes that she moves in closer towards you, but that’s the least of your concern right now.

She takes a glance at you. You can see in the corner of your eyes, and this time, you give her a reply, shooting a look back at her. She laughs softly. The soft glow of the television casts onto her face. It’s mostly dark blue from Everton’s kit. You can feel the effect of the alcohol dawning on you—dizzy, disoriented—and you realize that she looks good under any light. You look into her gorgeous eyes, and there’s something in them.

Want.

Need.

Lust.

You kiss her.

You get a taste of her lipstick flavor—intense, fruity. Your body shudders as she has her hand wander around your body, feeling every curve and contour of your body—touching, sliding down your frame with haste—and she stops right on your belt.

“Can I?”

“Sure.”

Your hands aren’t doing any better in straying away from this filth, pulling her towards you by her ass. She gasps into your mouth. It’s affecting her, and you go a little further, giving her butt a light squeeze. “God,” she gasps again. Her lips softly quiver against yours. Her tongue trembles. She’s nervous.

The tug on your belt pulls you closer into her tremored body. “Shit.” Her hands begin to undo the leather belt around your pants. It makes a slight scuffle with her, but it comes off, eventually.

“Lie down,” you say. Goeun’s flushing, all red, all anxious. She grabs onto the back of your head with her hand, pulling you down with her as she falls onto the couch, and you’re on top of her.

You draw your hands forward to her jeans' button, undoing it with haste. It makes a slight scuffle with you, but it comes off, eventually. You’re so, so close to her heat right now, and you couldn’t have asked for more for tonight.

“Fuck,” Goeun utters, writhing under you as your hand run along the hem of her panties. Her hips buck up to you—so wanton, so full of need. “Stop with the teasing already.”

You chuckle before pulling her garments down in a single swoop. Her glistening pussy is sitting just right there—below you, waiting to be filled with your throbbing cock inside your boxers. “Already wet?”

“I’m horny, that’s normal,” Goeun says, giggling. “You’re hard too, you know?”

“Thanks.”

With no more words, Goeun pulls your boxer down your legs. Your cock springs free from its fabric cage. You lower yourself closer to her wanton cunt, making a slight touch as you run your cockhead along her wet slit.

“Fuck,” she says, breathy. “What did I say about teasing, huh?”

You chortle before you push yourself into her pussy. Her breath comes out in a stuttering rhythm. Her eyes roll up in pleasure. She’s loving this.

“Fuck, goddamn,” Goeun rasps as you push yourself into her wet cunt. Her fingers dig into the back of your head, forcefully pulling you into a sloppy, drunken kiss.

Your hands slide under her white t-shirt for her chest as you thrust into her pussy while kissing her vigorously. You give her bra-clad tits a squeeze, eliciting a soft moan out of her lips.

“Fuck, this feels good,” Goeun huffs between the kisses, hand moving with your hips to push you into her warmth. Your bodies move in sync as if it’s a habit between the two of you. She feels so good. Her pussy feels so good.

The sound of kissing rings inside your ear as you try to take in how her body feels. You drag your lips down her jaw. She smells like spring. Her skin is so smooth, so soft. The notes she makes are chaotic, but you find it angelic. Her body writhes and spasms under you as you fuck her brains out. God, she’s perfect.

You double your efforts, pushing in deeper and faster with each stroke. She cries. She whimpers. She moans. Her body responds to you so well, pussy gripping your cock like a goddamn vice.

“Ugh–fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Goeun rasps, her face flushing with red as your hand wanders under her white tee, giving her firm breasts squeezes after squeezes. “You cock, god!”

You reply to Goeun with harsher thrusts; her notes grow higher and higher as you hit the sensitive spot deep inside her cunt. She’s lighting your synapses aflame, making you see stars around her gorgeous face. Your moans and hers are filling up the bluish room.

Goeun’s breathing grows shorter and shorter. Her moans climb higher and higher as she’s at the brink of her orgasm. “Shit, shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Goeun rasps, and you thrust into her with even more intensity. Your cock vigorously pumps into her wet cunt, so determined to bring her to her peak.

And she breaks. 

Her body spasms under you as the wave crashes into her. Goeun mewls, moans, cries under the sheer force of her orgasm. Her hips buck. Her eyes roll up. And suddenly, she grabs you by the collar again, pulling you into a deep kiss as you keep ravaging her spent cunt. The sound of flesh smacking echoes through the room, along with her filthy cries.

She slowly comes down from her orgasm as you keep fucking her through her peak. Goeun’s chest heaves up and down as she tries to recollect herself back up again.

Pulling back, she utters, “Fuck.”

“I know.”

And you are, again, dragged back by the collar to kiss her pouty lips.

“Cum in me,” Goeun says into the kiss, breathy, tired. “I want to feel that cock twitching inside my pussy. I want to feel your cum hitting my womb.”

The ever-so-used-to feeling is boiling inside your loins as your cock finds its rhythm in and out of Goeun’s cunt. Your hand is still playing with her bra-clad tits. Your fingers slide under the garment for her stiff nipple. She moans, struggling to keep up with the pleasure coursing through her body. It’s getting difficult for her to kiss you now.

“Gonna cum,” you whine, your tongue interlocking with hers messily. Her hand grabs onto the back of your head harsher, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The sound of it is obscene, but you’re too happy to care right now. The burning feeling is so strong right now. You need a release. You need a release.

“Do it, baby. Cum in my pussy.”

And you break.

Your cock shoots ropes and ropes of cum into Goeun’s wanting cunt. Your entire body shakes and spasms above her. You moan, whine, whimper, and cry into the kiss. Her pussy wraps your cock so fucking well, and you just fail to find any word to describe the feeling you’re feeling right now.

Fuck.

You connect your lips with her messily again. Your fingers latch onto her face as your tongues are busy exploring each other’s mouth. She finds a good grip on your ass and pulls your hips closer to hers, pushing your softening cock deeper into her cunt.

You pull back. Her bangs are a mess.

“We can’t tell anybody about this,” Goeun huffs, her chest still heaving from the sheer force of her orgasm. Her whole body flushes with red, but most importantly, she’s beaming, so full of joy.

“Sure, sure, Miss Na.”

Goeun chuckles, getting up from the couch as you get off her flushed body. “We should get cleaned up.”

“Round two in the shower?”

She shoots you a smile, before saying, “Definitely, maybe.”

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[revelboo]

>.> if we can share non-cats-and-dogs then i must present my son

hes almost 5 now and honestly very small because when he came into the shelter i worked at we didnt think he was going to make it because he wouldnt eat. I hand [assist] fed this dude as a baby and he didnt always keep it down so hes small for his age (i had to learn about snakes on the fly), he hung out with me while i did college and now he likes to come hang out when i watch youtube <3 i have 3 other snakes now too, but who are not nearly as friendly and i love using him to show people snakes arent scary because hes super friendly and isnt scared of kids because he grew up in a house full of them.

(Hes a Bee morph Ball Python. It is NOT an ethical breed; i do NOT condone breeding any variation of Spider morph [which a Bee is one]. i ONLY got him because i wouldnt let them put him up for adoption to be bred and make more.

Awww! He’s just a little guy

Affection

TFP Wheeljack

• “Hey, doll,” he growls, spark aching when you look up at him, but don’t greet him. Giving him the silent treatment, not that it’s anything new. You never say hi. Never smile. Hates this obsession with you, that he can’t let you go. That he’s hurting both of you because you don’t want to be here and a part of him resents his fixation. “Oh, yeah,” he mutters, pretending you’d answered him, asked him about his day like a real mate. “I kicked some Decepticon aft today. Found something for you, too.”

• Why? Why does he have to act out this charade? You never play along, but he won’t stop just like he won’t let you go. Unresisting as he joins you on the berth, pulling a plush blanket from subspace and draping it in your lap. And your eyes close when he brushes his servo against your hair. So tired of fighting him all the time, of refusing to talk to him. “Thank you,” you mutter, fingers fisting in the blanket. Because maybe honey might work better.

• Freezing, he stares at you. Because you never thank him for anything. Just stare at him and his spark hums, as he warms. “You like it then?” And you smile at him. Reaching, his hand stops short of touching you. Asking for permission. Servos trembling faintly when you lean forward, letting him cup your cheek. Finally giving him a chance.

• He’s shockingly gentle as his servos brush along the bridge of your nose, trace an eyebrow, run along your bottom lip. Like he’s memorizing you. “It’s soft,” you whisper, unsure what to make of this Wheeljack. That he’s not strung tight with frustration and barely leashed anger right now. That he’s not so intimidating.

• “Can I hold you? Nothing else,” he adds when you hesitate and lean away. Those eyes looking up at him uncertainly and his door wings drop. Shouldn’t have pushed for more. You’re going to say no, close off from him again. But then you stand and come to him and he doesn’t know what shifted between you, but he’s so thankful as he opens his arms for you. And you feel so right as you cautiously settle against him, fitting against him like ours where you were always meant to be.

[khaire-traveler]

Random Greek Deity Facts

- Artemis has been associated with horses in the past.

- Ares has associations with owls.

- There are ancient gravestones with reliefs on them that historians still cannot tell if the art is of Dionysus or Jesus.

- It is common for historians to struggle identifying if a statue is of Artemis or Apollo because they often look so much alike.

- Hephaestus is a god of fire.

- Maia, the Mother of Hermes, was thought to assist in raising both Dionysus and Hephaestus.

- Hypnos is said to live in a massive cave, sleeping with thousands of his sons.

- Rather than blood, Greek gods are said to have something called Ichor running through their veins; no one is quite sure what "Ichor" actually is.

- Both Apollo and Artemis are deities of light; it is not just Apollo. Along with this, it is believed Leto may also be a goddess of light.

- It is commonly believed that the hyacinth flower is not actually the flower Hyacinthus was infamously transformed into; most sources seem to agree that it was likely either an iris or a larkspur.

- At one point in the Dionysiaca, Dionysus wages a war against India. The goddess Rhea is said to have gathered troops for him, and Zeus was said to have been the one to task Dionysus with going to war in order to allow him to join the gods on Mount Olympus.

- Demeter's chariot is pulled by two giant winged serpents; she has literal dragons pulling her around, and no one is talking about it.

- The Python was a child of Gaia, and before Apollo took up the Oracle in Delphi, there was actually an Oracle with Gaia in that location.

- The twins Castor and Pollux, who made up the Gemini constellation, were commonly worshipped throughout ancient Greece under the title of the "Dioscuri" or "Dioskouroi".

- Also regarding the Dioskouroi, the name "Castor" ("Kastor") may translate to "Beaver".

- The famous epithet "Paean" of Apollo was also listed on an ancient Mycenaean tablet that listed the names of separate deities. It is, therefore, possible that Paean was once a separate god who later became associated/merged with both Apollo and his son Ascelpius.

- Besides being an epithet, a Paean was also a type of devotional chant/song that was sung in honor of Apollo. Some ancient sources claim that the event of singing a Paean could actually be quite loud, involving clouds of stomping/banging and movement.

- The masculine version of Hekate's name, "Hekatos", was an epithet for the god Apollo; both names can be translated to "worker from afar".

- The first record of the more "traditional" view of a werewolf comes from the Greek myth about King Lycaon, when Zeus transformed into a wolf for ten years as punishment for tricking the gods into consuming human flesh (yes, you read that right).

- In the myths, Zeus and Hermes have a lovely Father-Son bonding trip of destroying an entire village (except for one home) for not showing either of the disguised gods hospitality as poor travellers.

- Both Apollo and Zeus were seen as gods who purified "blood-guilt" - a condition which was caused by the killing of another person and required immense purification.

- Cerberus is described as a fully sentient being who can communicate as other immensely powerful children of Gaia could, meaning he is akin to the gods in terms of intelligence rather than being like an overgrown dog.

- Hermes is said to be the inventor of offerings, specifically animal sacrifices.

- One origin of the Pegasus was Poseidon and Medusa doing the devil's tango.

- There is a tale that claims Hermes to be the one who granted Aesop his knowledge of fables.

- According to some ancient sources, Cerberus has as many as fifty heads, a mane of snakes, the claws of a lion, and a snake tail.

- Iris was not only the goddess of rainbows but was also the personal messenger of Hera and was prominently featured in The Iliad delivering many messages on behalf of the Olympian gods.

- Eros has been depicted as the child of Aphrodite and Ares, the child of Ouranos and Aphrodite, the child of solely Aphrodite, the child of Poros and Penia, the child of Ouranos and Gaia, the child of Zephyrus and Iris, and a primordial being who simply came into being. So, where did Eros actually come from? Your guess is as good as any.

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That's all for now! Let me know if y'all enjoyed these and would like more. 🧡

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|| Sources ||

- Theoi.com (of course)

- The Iliad by Homer

- Theogony by Hesiod

- The Dionysiaca by Nonnus

- Information from various museum trips in Athens and Delphi, Greece (sorry, I don't remember the exact sources 💀)

[intoanotherworld23]

Worth A Thousand Words

Summary: you want to see what Joel’s point of view looks like, and he takes some pictures for you

Warnings: mdni 18+, explicit sexual content, picture taking, mention of making sex tape, unprotected sex, minor spanking, implied sex tape

A/N: reblogs and comments help your support your writers so please it’s highly encouraged to share fics to others! Pedro pascal tag list is always open so don’t hesitate to join! Thanks! XOXO

Hall of Hunks

"Wish you could see yourself right now." Joel whispered just enough for you to hear. Thick hands running up and down your sides as you bent over the kitchen table. Resting your cheek against the wood cooling your skin.

"Take a picture then." Your reply definitely surprised him a little bit, and turned him on at the same time. A hand coming down swiftly on your behind the smack echoing around the room as the impact stung your skin. It hurt for a second but with Joel deep inside you it brought extreme pleasure.

"Yeah? You wanna see my cock inside you." Cursing under his breath as he spread your cheeks apart to get a better glimpse of his cock disappearing inside you. It was the sexiest thing he's ever watched in his whole life even better than porn.

"Yes so fucking bad." You choke out as he dips his hips to get a deeper angle inside of you. Feeling your knees buckling as the intensity of his thrusts grew.

His cock feels like it's bulging inside of you. If you could move even just the tiniest bit you would've looked down to see it for yourself. He pushes his hips harder moving your body forward your breasts rubbing against the table. Walls clenching around him tightly as a moan escapes your lips.

"Looks so fucking good." He growls as hands grip your flesh squeezing the fat in the palm of his hands like some type of toy. Joel loved the feeling of your skin just right under his fingertips. It was the most intoxicating thing.

Next thing you knew his cock slipped from your cunt leaving you feeling empty and hallow. Whining as you craned your neck to see what he was doing. Watching as he grabbed his phone off the counter his erect bouncing as he stomped back over to you.  Your insides were doing somersaults realizing what he was about to do.

Pushing his cock back inside you cruelly pounding your raw hole without any mercy. One hand gripping your hip while the other held the phone turning on the camera. Positioning it just right to get the best picture. Taking several hoping to capture the perfect photo. One that he can print out and tuck in his wallet so always have with him.

“Pretty little cunt.” He growled in awe as his cock glistened with your juices. Continuing to take pictures knowing his phones storage was gonna be full just from this. He couldn’t care less though cause it would be worth it to him.

“You’re so unbelievably tight baby girl.” He coos a hint of praise behind his voice as he drives his hips deeper in yours.

“Joel please I wanna see.” Whining pathetically as you crane your neck to try and watch his cock disappear inside of you. It amazed you every time how you were able to take him like you did always making you feel stuffed to the brim.

Putting his phone in front of your face so see the vulgar image. His thick cock halfway in your drenched and swollen cunt swallowing every inch of him. Juices leaking out dripping down the insides of your thighs. The picture was kind of blurry but you could still make out exactly what it was. It was the hottest thing to look at while Joel was relentlessly fucking you against the table.

“I know you liked that can feel that cunt squeezing my cock.” He called you out just as your walls gripped him tightly like a python. Joel was gonna keep this photo safe so he could always look at it whenever he missed you and needed you when you aren’t there.

“Now let’s take a video.”

[starwrittenresources]

✨— 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ✨

quotes from the 1975 Monty Python and the Holy Grail film. feel free to switch around pronouns, diction, and the like to make them more suitable for your muse.

❝ Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. ❞

❝ Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. ❞

❝ What… is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow? ❞

��� What makes you think she's a witch? ❞

❝ 'Tis but a scratch! ❞

❝ I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! ❞

❝ Oh, stop bitching and let’s go have tea. ❞

❝ Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale! ❞

❝ You stay in the room and make sure he doesn’t leave. ❞

❝ You’re not going to do a song while I’m here. ❞

❝ What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! ❞

❝ Guards, make sure the prince doesn't leave this room until I come and get him.❞

❝ Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can. ❞

❝ We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril. ❞

❝ It's just a flesh wound. ❞

❝ Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? ❞

❝ In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right? ❞

❝ Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?❞

❝ Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed! ❞

❝ Well, that's no ordinary rabbit. ❞

❝ Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer! ❞

❝ We are now no longer the Knights who say Ni. ❞

❝ It's only a model! ❞

❝ Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. ❞

❝ Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he will be very keen. Uh, he's already got one, you see. ❞

❝ On second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. ❞

❝ Bring out yer dead. ❞

❝ I'm not dead. I'm getting better. ❞

❝ You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do? ❞

❝ Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you. ❞

❝ You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest… WITH… A HERRING! ❞

❝ Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. ❞

❝ What manner of man are you that can summon up fire without flint or tinder?❞

❝ I seek the bravest and the finest knights in the land who will join me in my court at Camelot. ❞

❝ You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? ❞

❝ I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight. But I must cross this bridge. ❞

❝ Now, stand aside, worthy adversary! ❞

❝ Is there someone else up there we can talk to? ❞

❝ No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time! ❞

❝ Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valor! For the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel, that no man yet has fought with it… and lived! BONES of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair! So! Brave knights! If you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth… ❞

❝ Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't have bothered to carve 'Aaaauuuggghhhh'. He'd just say it. ❞

❝ I seek the Grail! I have seen it, here in this castle! ❞

❝ Get on with it! ❞

❝ Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who. ❞

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

Why do you think that John seemed so affected by George's new bonds? George never stopped talking good about him anyway. They didn't fight like George and Paul.

First of all, John had many issues, especially abandonment issues. A lot has been talked about John's problems so I want to focus on George for a bit.

We know that George had many obsessions during his lifetime and there are always jokes about his hyper fixations in the fandom, but it is important to notice that George managed to charm every single object of his affections into a lifetime friendship. Some examples are:

He went from wanting to learn sitar to becoming part of Ravi's family.

Bob Dylan wrote with him, became his friend and even accepted to join a band with George.

George liked Monty Python and Eric Idle was there when he passed away.

George liked F1 races, and many pilots ended up becoming very close friends.

How did George manage to create these bonds with people he was so obsessed over? Without context, George sounds like a stalker in most cases (he video taped Dylan constantly, Eric Idle didn't want to talk to him at first, he offered Ravi money for his first sitar lessons, etc...) but people let him in because all agree that George was sweet, genuinely interested and humble about what he liked. His personality and dedication won over many talented people who appreciated his attention, support and love.

For many years, most of that attention was focused on John but I think that John took it for granted until eventually George's love was also directed to too many places for his taste and the book was probably the definitive proof that George didn't love him like he used to. John went from George following around to communicate mainly through occasional postcards. Now, if we add John's abandonment issues and him over sharing with the press, we get that unfortunate playboy interview that ended up being John's final message to George.

It's not like John lost George's admiration or respect, but he wasn't good at reciprocating it and isolated himself. George then went with people who wanted to be with him and didn't chase after John anymore. George could never have guessed the effect that "omitting" John from his book caused.