#r.a.3. au

[nightowl1556]

R.a.3. Au Varian during his revenge arc:

[bahablastplz]

Resident Advisor: Changbin x Reader

Changbin is your R.A. and also your friend that you’ve been in the talking stage with for weeks. When he has to do room checks and he finds alcohol in your dorm, you tell him you’ll do anything for him not to snitch on you. 

content: smut, fluff, angst (reader is distressed) warnings: mention of bugs, college AU, kissing, oral (f! and m! receiving), alcohol, changbin has a huge coke can cock WC: 2700 A/N: happy birthday Changbin! I know it's a week late but I think he would find it in his heart to forgive me. also slightly ironic i was wine-drunk when i wrote this <3

Seo Changbin is beautiful. 

This, of course, has been an undeniable fact of life that you have been aware of since the first day of your sophomore year, your second year in college when you moved into your dorm room. 

The earth tilted on its axis when Changbin, your resident advisor, peeked his head into your room and introduced himself to you. He was a junior, a year above you, but as previously mentioned, a beautiful man with broad set shoulders and hair a color that fell between some shade of blue and purple. Your first thought when the R.A. had introduced himself to you was ‘damn, I need to spend more time with this man and get him to fall in love with me.’ But the glorious thing about him being your resident advisor was that he a.) lived in your dorm building on your floor, and b.) you had a free pass to bother him whenever you so pleased. 

And you did, shamelessly. Anytime you found any sort of reason to complain or bother Changbin, you could just knock on his door or even shoot him a text, as he had shared his number with every resident on your floor. And while anybody else might have been annoyed by the constant pestering, Changbin always seemed happy to help, no matter how small the issue. If there was a leak in your bathroom, you couldn’t remember the number to reach out to maintenance, or your neighbors were too loud, you were likely bothering him about it, to which he would greet you with a smile every time. 

One night in particular there was a cockroach in your room. The dorm building was a million years old and crustier than what was likely allowed by safety regulations, but you definitely had no qualms about bothering Changbin for this. 

“Queencard, I’m the top, I’m twerkin’ on the runway, I am a queencard you wanna be the queencard!” You heard from behind his closed doors the sounds of a fast and catchy girl group song, Changbin’s voice loud as he sang along with the lyrics. It made you pause a moment and giggle, knowing if he weren’t the R.A. he definitely would have received some noise complaints himself. 

Raising your hand you knocked on his door and the music came to a halt, Changbin opening the door while slightly out of breath. You realized that he must have been practicing the choreography or something, which made you grin a bit more before you remembered the situation at hand. 

“Y/N!” he smiled. “What can I help you with?”

“Changbin, hi,” you said to him, slightly teary-eyed. “Roach. There’s a roach in my room. I’m just– can you help?” 

He blinked at you for a moment, grabbing his keys and phone immediately before wordlessly ushering you out the door. He knew his way to your room already–as previously mentioned, this was not the first time you’ve bothered him–and he’s the one that bravely opened your door, grabbing one of your shoes from your shoe rack and holding it as if it were a weapon. 

Needless to say, that night ended in girly shrieks from the both of you, maniacal thumping and stomping that likely irritated your downstairs neighbors, and, thankfully, a dead roach. He was just as disturbed by the situation as you were, and you couldn’t help the fit of giggles once the bug was dead that escaped from your lips. He was just so dramatic and loud after the fact, recounting how gross and evil the creature was. You must have thanked him at least a million times, but that night you went to sleep with a smile. 

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You texted Changbin all the time now, about the most menial of things. At some point, you weren’t sure when the line had crossed from ‘R.A. down the hall’ to ‘someone you text about food hall chicken nuggets and professors that refused to round up your grades,’ but you weren’t complaining. Fast forward to now, soon to be fall break, when you (and you’re entire floor) get an email from Changbin about room checks. 

You recall disregarding the email since you weren’t going home for fall break anyway. You’re staying on campus to get caught up on your assignments after midterms, plus a professor specifically requested your help in their lab over break for extra credit. Who were you to say no to that? You had already filled out the break contract, letting the school know that you were to be staying in your dorm over your break, so you had nothing to even worry about. Or so you thought. 

It’s 6 p.m. on the first day of break. You’re being very studious, just as you had planned (scrolling through tiktok on your phone with your assignments pulled up on your laptop), when you hear a knock at your door. You only slightly jump out of your skin, not expecting anybody else to even be in your dorm hall at this time. You peek through the peephole and let out an excited gasp. 

“Hi, Changbin!” you say excitedly, cracking the door open enough to slide out and greet him in the hall. “What are you still doing here?” 

You should have made the assumption that he’s ‘on duty,’ but you clearly weren’t thinking. Here he stands, wearing a polo that says ‘Resident Advisor’ in your school colors, his name tag adorned on his right side. He also clearly wasn’t expecting to see you, however, eyebrows quirked and a playful expression gleaming in his features. 

“Y/N,” he smiles as he addresses you. “I’m doing room checks, don’t you remember?” 

“Oh, that’s right,” you say, mentally kicking yourself. Of course it was just room checks. Part of you wishes he was just here for you, to spend time over break, but you know that’s a silly notion. He has a job to do, after all. “Well, I’ll be here all break, so you don’t need to check my room. Good luck, though! Hope you don’t find anything too crazy.”

You go to turn and head back into your room when he starts to speak again. “Yah! Doesn’t anybody ever read my emails?” You glance at him sideways, unsure what he’s talking about. “Everyone needs to have their room checked, if they’re staying on campus or not!” 

“What? Seriously?” you stammer. You really should have read that email. “Shit okay, give me like, 10 minutes to clean, okay? I gotta make sure there’s no roaches or anything.” 

You attempt to crack a joke and he does smile, even lets out a little giggle at your words. But when he explains to you that he’s not supposed to give you time to organize your room, just in case you’re hiding anything you’re not supposed to, you blanche. You’re not even really sure what to say as Changbin opens your door and starts his room check, you standing awkwardly behind him. 

You notice your mistake before he does, the large gallon-sized container of vodka on your dresser that you’re definitely not supposed to have. You really can’t even defend yourself there. You subtly shuffle to stand in front of the opposing object, staring down at your phone to feign disinterest. 

“Y/N?” you hear Changbin call. 

“Mhmm?”

“What’s behind you?” Shit. He totally knows. 

“Um. Nothing?” He walks to stand closer to you, a wide but slightly sad smile splayed on his face. 

“Please, please, don’t make me be the bad guy here.” 

“Fine. Can’t you seriously just like, close your eyes for one second? I’ll hide it and you won’t have to do a ridiculously long report, and I won’t tell anybody, please,” you beg. 

“Move, let me see what we’re working with.” With a sigh, you step to the side, revealing the extra large bottle of straight-up hard liquor. 

He picks it up, giving you a side-eye with an exasperated sigh. “Seriously? Why?” he practically whines. “You’re really gonna make me get you in trouble?” 

Fuck. The tears that prick at your eyes threaten to drop out and your face heats up. There seriously can’t be a worse situation that your crush having to write you up and get you into disciplinary trouble, all because you couldn’t be bothered to read a fucking email. 

“Changbin, please, I’ll do anything,” you beg, dropping to your knees in front of him, your hands clasped together. You don’t even look him in the eye. “I can’t afford to get in trouble over this, you don’t understand. What if I lose my scholarship? Fuck, my parents will kill me. I’ll do anything, I really mean it. I’ll never drink again. I’ll pay for your laundry for the year. I’ll even suck your dick–” 

“Woah woah, Y/N, it’s okay, I was just kidding–wait, what?” he freezes, your words finally catching up to him. What he thought was an attempt at teasing you, who had finally started to become his friend, had obviously gone a step too far. 

“You were joking?” you ask, finally getting the courage to look at him. You swipe your arm over your face, using it to wipe away your tears. You look up at him with these innocent doe eyes that go straight to his cock, especially after what you just said to him. 

“Yes, babygirl, I was just kidding. I’m not going to tell on you,” he says, staring down at you, the picture of perfection on your knees beneath him. “About… about what you said, Did you just say that because you were trying not to get in trouble, or… do you actually like me?”

“About sucking your dick?” He almost chokes on the saliva in his mouth. He nods timidly. “I meant it,” you confess. “I’ve liked you for a long time.” 

He blushes, moving forward to run his fingers through your hair. You notice the bulge in his jeans quite literally staring you in the face and you almost can’t believe your luck. You’re really going to get the opportunity to get with Changbin just because of an (almost) accidental confession? 

“You’re sure?” he asks, pushing back his own beautiful, purple-hued hair as he looks at you with lips slightly parted. You nod at him, moving to help him unbutton his jeans and he hisses at the contact of your hands against his clothed cock. “Fuck, baby,” he groans as you push his pants down just past his thighs, mouthing at him through his boxers. “Will you at least let me take you out on a date after this? This is really not the way I thought this would go,” he sighs, but his head is thrown back in pleasure nonetheless. 

“Yes, Binnie, I would really like that.” You notice him grin at your use of the nickname, losing his resolve at your response as he pushes down his boxers and lets you get a good look at his hardened length. He’s huge–you can’t help but blink at him for a moment, his cock just so girthy that you have a hard time wrapping your hand around it fully. His length is definitely longer than average but nothing to blink an eye at once you’ve gotten used to just how much girth he’s got. You do take a moment to appreciate his large, toned thighs, running your hands up and down the muscles before you wrap your lips around his tip. 

You set an almost brutal pace, eager to please him with your mouth as you use your free hands to help you cover what you can’t reach. You think about how much you would kill to take the time to properly worship him, every inch of skin and muscle that he has been working on, but your carnal desire and need for the man standing above you heavily outweighs that. He’s properly enjoying it too, a hand woven through your hair and breathy pants and moans let out at your actions, even something along the lines of praise whenever you suck him just right, and that just fuels your desire to do even better for him. 

You move your hands to cup his balls, heavy and tense with the need to spill, and you can tell he isn’t going to last long. You barely notice his hips as they grind forward into your mouth, meeting you halfway with every movement of your head along his length. When you look up and blink at him through your lashes he explodes, finally spilling into your mouth with a loud groan. You help him through his high, making sure you get every last drop of him before you swallow, smiling sweetly at the man.

He helps you off of the floor then, hoisting you up and off of your knees. You didn’t even notice the pain radiating through them from their spot on the hardwood, far too focused on pleasing the man in front of you. He checks on you though, scanning your body for any insight that you might not be okay before pulling you into a tight hug. You smile against him a moment, pulling away to speak before he crashes his lips hard into yours. It takes you by surprise, not expecting him to still be so eager and filled with desire after you helped him get his release, but the kiss is both full of thanks and an unsaid desire from his part as well. 

“Changbin–” you finally say, pulling away from the kiss in an attempt to catch your breath. 

“You’re stunning,” he tells you, his hands falling onto your hips before gazing intensely, almost scrutinizingly at your body in a way that would make you self-conscious if it were any man besides Changbin. “I was really hoping you liked me too. I don’t text every girl on this floor, you know. Just you. I’ll only kill roaches for you, do it all for you. Can I? Make you feel good too?” He asks, still somehow out of breath and full of lust at the sight of you. 

“You want to?” The words are barely out of your mouth before Changbin lifts you up effortlessly. You want to be surprised by this fact but you feel like that would be an insult to him, to his biceps that flex and bulge at the action, his muscles that he’s been working on very hard for this exact moment. Your legs wrap around his waist and he lays you against your bed, grabbing a pillow so that he’s now on his knees at the edge of your bed. 

He wastes no time slipping your shorts and panties off in one swift motion, taking the time to properly admire your glistening core. You want to be shy but you can’t, not before he’s eagerly diving in and lapping at your pussy like it’s his final meal. You both let out a moan and some string of words that sounds like, ‘oh my god,’ and he’s taking care of you with the same vigor and innate desire that you showed him just moments ago. 

He works you up quite quickly, his hands roaming all over your body in appreciation as his tongue flicks against your clit. Your hands occasionally fist at his hair and he takes a moment to stare at you with dark and hazy eyes before continuing his ministrations. When you get close to your release and your hips start to buck up he holds you down so effortlessly that it’s hot. You barely realize the way that he stares at your face once you reach your release, cumming all over his face as he laps at your core. He pays attention to every expression, every furrowed brow and sound you make, and he knows just when to stop before the stimulation becomes painful. 

Sitting up in bed to stare at him, you watch as he licks his lips, savoring your taste. He pulls you in for one final kiss and you can even taste the way your flavors combine, moaning into his mouth at the sweet and simple action. He helps you to pull your pants back up and even crawls into your bed for a few moments, stroking your hair as you lay upon his chest. Neither of you speak for a moment, relishing in the post-orgasmic bliss. 

He laughs. “Really? Tito’s? Is that worth getting into trouble over?” 

You smack his chest playfully. Something along the lines of “Shush,” is all you can come up with. 

“So, about that date?” 

You might be in love with Seo Changbin. 

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[gemshroud]

Hello! This is an indie rp blog for ARTEMIS ENTRERI — a totally normal and not at all deeply unlikable little man — from the DND book series The Legend of Drizzt by R.A. Salvatore. Super open to OCs, crossovers, bg3 verse, general dnd verse, etc! Knowledge of the books isn't required. (Hopefully. I'll try my best!)

drop on by if you like: villains trying extremely hard not to have a redemption arc ● monologuing to your special locket of your arch nemesis ● middle school child's idea of what a cool assassin is ● vampire knives ● sadness ● a desperate yearning for a home you've never had ● the inherent homoeroticism of secret little thief squads ● the messiest gay people you will ever know ● pocket sand!!

CARRD (Rules & Bio)

TAGS: headcanons, appearance, aesthetic, memes (bonus: jarlaxle, drizzt, dahlia)

icon & header made by the fabulous @maestrojax

the edit on my carrd's bio page was made by the also fabulous @fleshcarverfugitive (friend gifts ;; <3)

SOME SILLIER SPECIALTY TAGS UNDER THE CUT:

#hatofficialdivorce : all the writing with @maestrojax 's Jarlaxle (+ related content)

#dadlaxle verse : AU where @astralfox0893 's Auraine/Deuce is Jarlaxle's kid

#heartshapednemesislocket : all the writing with @awsheets 's Drizzt (+ related content)

#brainworms : all the writing with @psionicmolotov 's Kimmuriel (+ related content)

#babsposting : beautiful shitposts with Babette from @bloodyarn

#evilwifeposting : beautiful shitposts, Esteri version (@sleetkissed)

#cheekyguys : my boyfriend and I generally causing mischief

[baconcolacan]

Hi sorry for bothering you but I have a question about regimen lol. Its also related to an OC i have if that’s alright-

I love your writing btw! Regimen really sparked my love for Eddsworld wtfuture fics tbh. Plus it’s one of my favorites :)

Anyway, just curious so you remember the asks about Tom having an adopted kid right?

Well what about it was R!Tord who had an adoptive kid then? Probably before R.A even existed?

How would that go? How would the kid be treated? :0

Love your work dude keep it up!!! :3

Hey you! Nah don’t worry you aren’t bothering me! I’d be happy to answer your questions ^^ also thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my works!

First off, the regimen timeline is probably the worst of all AUs I’ve created, where everything that could go wrong did. That includes character attitudes.

For me, RTord is the worst kind of guy that got sucked into manosphere bullshit. He may have just been slightly annoying in his youth, but he kept escalating it till we got who we have now.

So I’ll be honest, he would probably never take a kid in, it’d have to be biological and he’s forced to care for them. Could even be the reason he left, cause he’s embarrassed that he ended up with an accident.

You can probably guess the kid won’t be treated right. At most, they’d be neglected.

[postsofbabel]

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[christophe76460]

✍️ "Je suis jaloux à votre égard d’une jalousie de Dieu : oui, je vous ai fiancés à un seul mari, pour vous présenter au Christ comme une vierge chaste."

(2 Corinthiens 11. 2)

La jalousie de Dieu.

La jalousie de Dieu est mentionnée une première fois à l’occasion du don des tables de la Loi : “Je suis l’Éternel, ton Dieu, qui t’ai fait sortir du pays d’Égypte, de la maison de servitude” (Exode 20. 2). Il était leur Dieu et ils étaient son peuple sur la base de la rédemption. Par conséquent, ils ne devaient pas avoir d’autres dieux que lui, aucune idole. “Tu ne t’inclineras pas devant elles et tu ne les serviras pas ; car moi, l’Éternel, ton Dieu, je suis un Dieu jaloux” (v. 5).

La jalousie est une émotion puissante ; il existe des cas où un mari a agressé, ou même tué sa femme dans un élan de rage parce qu’elle lui avait été infidèle. Heureusement, la jalousie de Dieu n’est pas comme cela. Malgré notre infidélité, qui l’affecte profondément, il continue à nous aimer et désire notre amour en retour. Mais il ne va pas passer par-dessus nos péchés. Il va nous discipliner pour nous ramener à lui.

Les Corinthiens avaient été sauvés par les prédications de Paul, et sa jalousie pour eux était comme celle de Dieu. L’apôtre partageait le désir profond de Dieu, que les siens soient fidèlement occupés de Christ. Paul les avait fiancés à un seul mari, pour les présenter comme une vierge pure à Christ. Il y a également ensuite une allusion à la Genèse : Dieu a présenté Ève, entièrement pure, à Adam, mais le serpent est venu et a plongé le monde dans la tromperie (2 Corinthiens 11. 3).

De nombreux témoignages de l’infidélité de l’Église envers Christ sont donnés dans les Écritures. Malgré cette infidélité, le Seigneur travaille sans cesse pour la sanctifier afin de se la présenter à lui-même sans tache et sans défaut (voir Éphésiens 5. 26-27). L’éloignement de l’Église par rapport à Christ peut être comparé à la perte du “premier amour”, une situation dans laquelle le cœur a complètement été séduit par le monde, la chair et le diable. Il est toujours possible, même si c’est individuellement, de retourner à notre premier amour. “Que celui qui a des oreilles écoute” (Apocalypse 2. 4, 7).

R.A. Barnett

Le Seigneur est Proche

https://editeurbpc.com/calendriers/le-seigneur-est-proche

[walt-thisney]

Review @ Bad Alchemy Magazine ( Germany )

Fernando Cerqueira ist der rote Faden, der SPH als post-industriales Kassettenforum der Jahre 1990-94 verknüpft mit Thisco als 2001 zusammen mit Luis Van Seixas gegründetes Spielfeld der Sound Culture. Seit der 2015 begonnenen und 2021 explosiven Auf­erweckung von SPH führt er beides parallel. Wobei er sich selber aktiv eingemischt hat mit Croniamantal und Ras.Al.Ghul, als Rasal.Asad und Whalt Thisney. Atonal 3(SPH110, C-46) knüpft nun in Fortsetzung von „Atonal Vol 2 - Encyclopedia of Obscure Aural Won­ders – 80´s/90´s“ (SPH108, 2021) an „Atonal“ (SPH001, 1990) als dem einstigen Start­schuss an. Mit If, Bwana (Al Margolis), Pas Musique (Robert L. Pepper), Konstruktivists (Glenn Michael Wallis), Discmen (José António Moura), Geins't Naït (Laurent Petitgand & Thierry Mérigout) und Arcane Device (David Lee Myers). Dadurch, dass nur Kapotte Mu­zieks 'Various excerpts going at once from a concert at the Hörbar, Hamburg, 17 May 2012', 'Untitled (1980)' von Francisco Lopez und Manuel Motas 'Guitarra Electri-acústica 1996' zeitlich markiert sind, erschallt der Klang und Krach des elektrolurchigen Under­grounds als Kontinuum der vergangenen 4 ½ Jahrzehnte. Komprimiert sind die Turbinen und ratternden Züge der noch schweren Industriezeit und das Knistern, Bersten, Prasseln im elektrifizierten Nahbereich zum Hirnsausen und rabiaten Synapsenschliff, mit plunder­phonischen und ambienten Einsprengseln. Automatisch getaktet und sirrend als keuchen­de Hatz, als glissandierendes Surren und Jaulen, als 'sprechendes' und gabber-quickes Breakbeat-Zang-Tumb-Tumb. Mit bläschenfeinem Prickeln und Mikrodetonationen im rau­schenden Beinahenichts. Mit dumpf in sich kreisender, von verzerrter Stimme zerkratzter Melodik, stehendem Feedback oder, wieder mit verzerrter Computerstimme, einem noch­mal rotierenden Mahlwerk. Und einem steppenden, wummernden Ausklang. [BA 123 rbd]

Auf Thisco ertönt derweil Luis Van Seixas als Sci Fi Industries aus St. Petersburg in Flo­rida mit den digitalen Alben „Inherent Red Vice“ und „Evidence is Futile“, neben Industrial Psyche-Punk von the pop ritual oder, illustriert mit dem Tierkreiszeichen 'Ziegenfisch'= Steinbock, dem gitarrenrituellen „Stellium“ von Taj Chander, beide aus Memphis, Tennes­see. Cerqueira seinerseits präsentiert als WHALTHISNEY sich als „Hypnothist“ (auf 23 Stab Wounds Rec.) und „Othist“ (auf Brutalize Rec.) und mit dumpfer Pianomelancholie zu Dröhn- und Zitterwellen Polymathism (Thisco, C-46) als weiteren Ismus neben etwa „Psi­thurism“ [Blätter, die im Wind rascheln], „Lefthism“, „Automathism“, „Quiethism“ oder „Concrethism“. Ein Polymath war einst ein Universalgelehrter, ein Homo universalis, dem Cerqueira auf der Dark Side der Moderne gegenübersteht als nur noch postmoderner Eklektiker, der zwischen Paradise Motel und Sweet Hellfire von den Beständen zehrt – Exotica, Discreet Music, Musique d'Ameublement, Mood Music. Mit Schwitters („Merzbau­ten“), Baudrillard („Simulacra“), Debord („Dérive“, „Musica Psychogeographica“), Virilio („This Dromocracy“), R.A. Wilson („Discordia“, „Musica Eristica“), Thierry Hentsch („Mpire of Desire“), Thomas Frank („Commodify Your Dissent“), W. G. Sebald ('After Nature') als Stichwortgebern. Mit verneinten und dennoch angeeigneten Begriffen – ThisContinuum, Thisillusion, Thisquietude, Endotica, Thisowned, Etopia, Thiscordiana, Thisruption, This­equilibrium... Die Sexploitation geschwärzt. Aus Dis- (miss-, nicht-, zer-, un-) wird This, aus Eskapismus wird Fluchthilfe aus den Ketten der „Buyology“ und der 'Tyranny of the Mo­ment' ins 'Edgeland', in die 'Peripheria', die Einsamkeit, Thisneys „Mondo Lostalgico“. Who walks alone in the streets at night? The sad, the mad, the bad. The lost, the lonely. The sleepless, the homeless. All the city’s internal exiles. The night has always been the time for daylight’s dispossessed – the dissident, the different. Hier mit einer Sammlung ver­streuter Hauntologismen, die als 'Atmosphera', 'Temporality', 'Lamento', 'Surrender', 'Darkspace', 'Summer Nightfall', 'Disengage' schon ihr Spätgeborensein, ihre Leeseitigkeit andeuten. Und ausgießen in klimpernder Tristesse, dröhnendem Moll und manchmal dazu raunenden Stimmen, kaskadierend platzenden Bläschen oder müdem Kontrabasspizzi­cato. Aber: 'You decide the end of the story'. [BA 123 rbd]

[kesslersymbolic]

Ephemeris / PORT_LOGIN Mon Nov 20 14:05:28 2023 Pasadena, USA    / Horizons     

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Target body name: 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko       {source: JPL#K213/5}

Center body name: Earth (399)                     {source: DE441}

Center-site name: GEOCENTRIC

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Start time      : A.D. 2023-Nov-20 22:04:00.0000 UT       

Stop  time      : A.D. 2023-Nov-21 22:04:00.0000 UT       

Step-size       : 60 minutes

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Target pole/equ : undefined

Target radii    : 1.7 km                                                        

Center geodetic : 0.0, 0.0, -6378.137             {E-lon(deg),Lat(deg),Alt(km)}

Center cylindric: 0.0, 0.0, 0.0                   {E-lon(deg),Dxy(km),Dz(km)}

Center pole/equ : ITRF93                          {East-longitude positive}

Center radii    : 6378.137, 6378.137, 6356.752 km {Equator_a, b, pole_c}        

Target primary  : Sun

Vis. interferer : MOON (R_eq= 1737.400) km        {source: DE441}

Rel. light bend : Sun                             {source: DE441}

Rel. lght bnd GM: 1.3271E+11 km^3/s^2                                           

Small-body perts: Yes                             {source: SB441-N16}

Atmos refraction: NO (AIRLESS)

RA format       : HMS

Time format     : CAL  

Calendar mode   : Mixed Julian/Gregorian

EOP file        : eop.231117.p240208                                            

EOP coverage    : DATA-BASED 1962-JAN-20 TO 2023-NOV-17. PREDICTS-> 2024-FEB-07

Units conversion: 1 au= 149597870.700 km, c= 299792.458 km/s, 1 day= 86400.0 s  

Table cut-offs 1: Elevation (-90.0deg=NO ),Airmass (>38.000=NO), Daylight (NO )

Table cut-offs 2: Solar elongation (  0.0,180.0=NO ),Local Hour Angle( 0.0=NO )

Table cut-offs 3: RA/DEC angular rate (     0.0=NO )                            

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Initial IAU76/J2000 heliocentric ecliptic osculating elements (au, days, deg.):

 EPOCH=  2457305.5 ! 2015-Oct-10.0000000 (TDB)    RMSW= n.a.                   

  EC= .6409081297452731   QR= 1.243265644018087   TP= 2457247.5886578057       

  OM= 50.13557349079007   W= 12.79825003360463    IN= 7.040295031286642        

 Equivalent ICRF heliocentric cartesian coordinates (au, au/d):

  X=-5.017310666045313E-01  Y= 1.157300946607439E+00  Z= 6.681306083337214E-01

 VX=-1.804796775701762E-02 VY=-1.430719754555593E-03 VZ= 1.171342411347654E-03

Comet physical (GM= km^3/s^2; RAD= km):                                         

  GM= 6.622E-7            RAD= 1.7                                             

  M1=  12.9     M2=  n.a.     k1=  7.5    k2= n.a.     PHCOF= n.a.             

Comet non-gravitational force model (AMRAT=m^2/kg;A1-A3=au/d^2;DT=days;R0=au):  

  AMRAT=  0.                                      DT=  45.68554                

  A1= 1.042492166162E-9   A2= -6.739448290318E-11 A3= 2.957443520427E-10       

Standard model:                                                                

  ALN=  .1112620426   NK=  4.6142   NM=  2.15     NN=  5.093    R0=  2.808     

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Date__(UT)__HR:MN     R.A._____(ICRF)_____DEC

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2023-Nov-20 22:04     14 38 09.01 -15 35 21.8

2023-Nov-20 23:04     14 38 10.97 -15 35 31.4

2023-Nov-21 00:04     14 38 12.93 -15 35 41.0

2023-Nov-21 01:04     14 38 14.89 -15 35 50.6

2023-Nov-21 02:04     14 38 16.85 -15 36 00.2

2023-Nov-21 03:04     14 38 18.81 -15 36 09.8

2023-Nov-21 04:04     14 38 20.77 -15 36 19.4

2023-Nov-21 05:04     14 38 22.73 -15 36 29.1

2023-Nov-21 06:04     14 38 24.69 -15 36 38.7

2023-Nov-21 07:04     14 38 26.65 -15 36 48.3

2023-Nov-21 08:04     14 38 28.61 -15 36 57.9

2023-Nov-21 09:04     14 38 30.57 -15 37 07.5

2023-Nov-21 10:04     14 38 32.53 -15 37 17.1

i had to grind for this view

[the-other-art-blog]

Top 5 favorite Amy March fan fics!

Only 5!?

I really like the ones that offer a glimpse into their life while respecting the canon. Extra points for deepening a small scene or element in the book that deserves more exploration. And of course, AmyxLaurie cuteness.

They’re numbered but it’s not that strict. I really love them all.

1. It reminded me of you by lauraschiller

This one gets extra point for taking one of my favorite elements of Amy (and Laurie): faith. I found it absolutely lovely and telling that Laurie gave Amy an ebony cross after spending time with Estelle at Aunt March’s. And then she kept it for years! How dare people say that Amy and Laurie were not close?! Also, how does people just ignore the effect that faith had on Amy to become a better person?!

Anyway these are short but absolutely lovely scenes surrounding the ebony cross. Actually, lauraschiller has another story about John and Meg that is equally fantastic.

2. The art of parenthood by Beth Harker (Beth_Harker), Beth_Harker 

This fic gives us a glimpse into Bess first year or so, when she was very ill and they didn’t know if she was going to survive. I can’t imagine what it was like to know how high child mortality was then and face the possibility of losing your baby. So this is very sad bit hopeful. And one of the greatest thing is to read how the situation made Laurie and Amy be more gentle and it brought them even closer, which does not always happen. Also, it features Amy painting!

(The author has other canon-compliant stories for them and other couples, so check them out.)

3. Spring breaks loose, but so does fear by lovelacegsl 

This one is from my mutual and fellow Amy March defense squad member @lovelacegsl, and it was a lovely gift. And it’s a nice moment during their first years of marriage. It’s sweet, romantic and has steamy bits.

4. Not in so many words by therealchancewriter

The first chapter, especially, is very influenced in the 2019 featuring Amy's insecurities about being second to Jo. BUT! the rest is a heartbreaking, yet hopeful and loving story about Amy and Laurie's journey until they got Bess. It's amazing and it's super long. Each chapter is a little less than 10,000 words! (there aren’t really long stories in this tag) And it's steamy! The love scenes are very well written, they're tasteful and hot.

And! It has lovely JoxFritz moments. I love that the author shows how close the couples are and that there is absolutely no drama between them. They’re friends and they support each other.

TW for depression, post-partum depression, miscarriages.

5. Countryside Dream by valkyriex 

This one is an AU but it’s absolutely beautiful. There’s not really many fics that give them a big family and this one gives them 5 children! It also has them living in Paris for a few years, which I loved. I know some people think that Amy should have remained a bit far because going back to Concord pulled her again to being “baby of the family” (she does goes back to sit on her mother’s lap the next day). So this is a nice compromise. And there’s a beautiful moment where her daughters discover her paintings.

Ok, there are my top 5, it wasn’t easy. There are many great stories, usually from the same authors, so I recommend checking their profiles.

Runner ups (but come on, I love them so much, all of them. And I read them constantly)

The other man by Tara R.A. Boomdiay

A lighthearted tiny shot of Amy and Laurie 20 years into their marriage. This is incredible, I love it so much

Visage through thine tears by Kamuela

Someone recommended this one to me, and Ican’t remember if it was you. But it’s another exploration of their difficulties having children.

Glory in the flower by frankie_bell

This would have been up there if it were finished. But alas, we haven’t had an update since 2020. So, if anyone wants, go ask for it, kindly. 

I want your midnights (you and me forevermore) by reciprocityfic 

This is the only modern AU that I have here by @reciprocityfic.

It’s a New Year’s fic so famous midnight kiss comes into play.

And, one of my favorite things: Jo totally shipping AmyxLaurie and basically putting them together and saying “kiss!” Like she basically did it in this fic.

Thank so much for the question, Niina!

Let me know if you read them.

[fang-wife]

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voyeur | m. izuku 

➳ tags ;; sub!izuku, dom!reader, watching hentai together?, reader is mean and nice </3, quirkless college au!izuku, corruption kink/religious guilt, unprotected sex/creampies, established relationship, afab reader

➳ wc ;; 2.1k

➳ a /n ;; @/sems-diarie made a post abt this a while ago n my brain wouldn’t let it be so. here we are </3 

➳ plot ;; izuku didn’t sneak you into your dorm to watch.. this with you. but he has a habit of letting you do what you like. 

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This is embarassing. 

He knows this is embarassing - more embarassing than he really cares to admit to. He should really know better by now then to let you do as you please. You’re always stringing him along with your schemes and plans and he loses sight of his morals. His standards. 

Then again, he doesn’t have any at this point. The point of him paying for this single dorm was so that he could have space to focus. It wasn’t to sneak you in when his R.A. wasnt looking. Even more then that, it wasn’t to do.. whatever this was. 

It’d be one thing if he was having sex. That’s a normal thing to do in college, to sneak your partner in and smash. But you’re you, and all you ever seem to have planned for him are hair-brained schemes. It’s what this feels like - when you sit on his twin size bed and pat the empty space next to you. The distrust in his expression makes you laugh.. He sighs and does what you’ve asked. 

“What’re you doing?” 

He sounds exasperated. You laugh - too pleasantly for him to be comfortable. You type something into the search bar. Green eyes widen, skin warm and blushing. 

“Wh-what’re you doing?” 

You laugh as you prop the computer on the bed. You grin at him, tucking yourself under his arm. The website mocks him, all black background and animated women with huge tits covering the screen edge to edge. 

“You know something, after you’re done using incognito mode - you’re supposed to switch out to regular search, you know,” you explain. Your hand rests on his thigh. Deku freezes. 

The sound of your voice has always been something of a vice. It gets a little raspy like this - sultry in a way that has him squirming. He doesn’t know what to do. He can feel the heat of your body. 

“Would you know my surprise when I borrow your phone to look up when the convience store closes,” you inch closer, press further “only to see..” 

He knows what you saw before you announce it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, tuning out whatever description you’ve been giving of what he chose to watch. 

Maybe it was the way he was raised - but he always had such a specific sort of guilt towards pornography. Always told himself he shouldn’t watch things like that, shouldn’t touch himself. Izuku had always been a good, well-behaved boy. Done the right thing even when it was hard. 

Meeting you had changed that, changed him. He found his body craving you when he couldn’t control it and he ended up here - watching porn and jerking off with his shirt in his mouth. It’s all come back to haunt him, really. 

“I’m not mad, y’know,” ― and your tone goes soft - it’s assuring enough that Izuku can whimper out an okay, but you’re not done ― “I’m just curious. Can’t we watch it together?,” 

“That’s ― !” 

You flutter your lashes him. 

“That’s?” 

He has a million words that he can say. That he should say. Bad, wrong, immoral. Words that belong at the end of the sentence to describe what he’s doing with you and what he’s considering. 

None of that comes out. 

“That’s.. too much” 

You grin at him. 

“Do you not want too?” 

“..I didn’t say that, it’s just -” 

Your hand squeezes his thigh until your stiletto's dig into them. Your mouth trails his jaw with hot, open mouth kisses until your turning his head to face you. A hand splayed on his face, tongue deep in his mouth. French kissing makes him pant - hands twitching eagerly to touch you. He watches, dazed - the spit trail of saliva that stretches between you two. 

He’s so easy, it’s cute. You press forward with a chaste kiss. 

“Show me what you were watching, Izuku,” 

His hand trembles as he leans forward. He remembers the title - doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Within seconds, it shows up and he clicks. You lean forward too, observing the tags with a small smile on your face. 

“Milf, NTR, Gangbang,” 

“S-stop reading them!” 

You giggle. 

Without warning - you press play. Izuku finds himself frantic. Worried about the sound, the time, all of it - but you don’t seem to care. The AD comes on and you skip that too. It’s on. A familiar arousal blooms in his chest, the memory of what he’d seen appearing. You settle between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You bring his hands around your waist.

“Let’s watch ~” 

Izuku face twists with displeasure. The plot nothing to ride home about - a lonely housewife goes out to a club and finds someone to take care of her needs. At first it’s just one stranger at the club - then two, then she’s surrounded and its too much. 

Izuku assumes you’re gonna find him disgusting, but when he looks at your face - you’re smiling, heart-beating in your chest. His eyes blow wide when you take his hand between your legs. You’re wet and you’re letting him touch you and he’s trying his hardest not to show how much he’s shaking. 

A little sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth when Izuku very carefully rubs your clit. It throbs under the pressure of big fingers - you hold his wrist and moan. He can hear the porn in the background but it doesn’t serve to distract him from you. 

“You want me to go n’ get fucked by a bunch of strangers, ‘zuku?” 

He shakes his head furiously. 

“Then you just like watching depraved shit, huh?” 

Unable to argue with you or with the the way his cock twitches and jumps in his jeans, he opts to whine. You can feel his it against your lower-back, the little wet-spot that presses to your thin tshirt. He’s too turned onto think properly - watching the way your body jerks and twitches. 

The woman on screen is stuffed to the brim with cock - it’s all over exaggerated he knows, but he thinks that’s why he likes it. Maybe he just likes the idea of fucking someone that stuffed fulled of cum, how it leaks and pours onto every surface and the way her cunt just seems to take it. And Izuku is such a good, well behaved boy - it’s never crossed his mind to think about doing it to you. 

And no, he doesn’t really want to see you get fucked by so many men but if there were more than one of him he’d be more than inclined to let you. His chest feels tight forgetting to breath. 

He thinks maybe you’re some kind of witch because you always seem to know what he wants before he does. The right way to push all of his buttons. 

“Oh, I see’ ― and he’s afraid of whatever words come out of your mouth next ― “you wanna fuck me full of your cum, Izuku? Wanna know how it feels raw?” 

He moans - loud and shameless and needy against your ear. A breathless laugh leaves your mouth because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to fuck you full of cum, just picturing how good it might feel. 

You sit up on your knees and bend over a little - pulling short-shorts beneath the curve of your ass and thickest parts of your thigh. Your panties are drenched, clinging to your folds. He inhales sharply, frozen till as you lean forward - pulling them to one side. 

“Take your cock out ‘n fuck me then, baby” ― you challenge, dark and dangerous. Everything about you is so sinful and too tempting for him to ignore. His cock aches ― “Do your best”  

His body moves before he has a proper chance to feel shame. Whatever devils been whispering in his ear (read: you) has won whatever leftover dignity he has left. Without a proper word, his cock stands to attention. His hands are fidgety but they mange to settle on your waist. He guides you down on his dick, bottom lipped pulled between his teeth hard enough to draw blood. 

“Oh, fuck” 

He’s going to cum right away if he doesn’t take a breather. This is the first time he’s feeling you, and it feels so much better than he could understand. The lingering thoughts of the dangerous act silence by how tight and how wet and how willing your pussy is for him. The way your walls twitch - ache shamelessly around his cock. He’s fucking sliding in and out of you - it feels like a special privilege he’s done nothing to earn.

He’s shivering, over and over. When he looks down, he’s not all the way in. He’s not sure if he’s praying to god for the right reason - for forgiveness. All he can think about is how good it feels to be inside and how he absolutely doesn’t want to do anything else. 

“How’s it feel, Izuku?” 

He groans at the sound of your voice, the way you clench down on him and stretch so tightly around his shaft. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of your cunt - like heaven and silk. 

“F-feels so, so good” 

Part of you thinks you should ride him, but another part of you is more interested in seeing how he fucks you. You snap the laptop closed and push it to the other side of the bed, before flipping around and laying on your back. His cock slips out and he snaps into reality - the way you have your legs in the air and your arms out. 

“I’ll let you fuck me as many times as you want today,” ― your legs reach and wrap around his waist, easily forcing his cock back inside ― “go on,” 

Izuku is a mess, really. His pants are only half-way pulled down and he’s wearing a nerdy graphic t-shirt. He’s borderline in hysterics over how good your pussy feels and can’t do anything other than thank you repeatedly and fuck you with an animalistic need. It’s clumsy like you’d expect, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm. 

His cock is long and pretty - hits every spot you need it too. Izuku fucks you with shallow, sloppy thrusts - so needy and chasing his orgasm. Selfish and inexperienced. Every time he pushes forward, you can feel he’s throbbing. Aching to cum inside and unload. 

You reach a hand between the two of you to finish on your own time - planning on cumming before him. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“Ngh, ohh my god, feel’s’good” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum inside me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face for me” 

His stomach churns at the way you call him pretty. It sounds so sweet and adoring - but he knows that you’re a bully. He knows that about but fucks you with all his strength anyways - overly frustrated and fucked out of his mind by the feeling. Like a drug. He likes you so much he feels stupid over it. 

“Yeah, yeah ‘m gonna” 

Your own orgasm washes over you in a pleasant wave, squeezing his cock with force. He gasp and goes faster - all the thoughts washed away from his head. He needs to finish more than he needs anything. More than he needs to sleep for his 6am work-out and 8am class. More than he needs to be quiet because the walls of his dorm are paper thin. More than he needs to exercise self-control, he needs to cum so fuckin bad. 

“Look at me,” 

He follows your command, like always - and you look amused and fucked out just like he is. And Izuku has really never been this into anyone before so seeing you evokes feelings he can’t understand. 

“Oh, fuuck“ 

Briefly he understands that he really just came by looking at you, but nothing really makes sense to him. His eyes are heavy and he’s drooling onto your shoulder, spasming and clinging to your body with the most needy little whimpers. It’s so lewd, how he can feel his cum spurt out and coat your insides and his cock. It’s all so sinful but it feels so good, he can’t bring himself to care. 

“So,” ― you smile, full of mischief ― “if you want to be like that, we’ve got a few rounds to go” 

Izuku splutters at your comment and you laugh. He knows you’re not joking and he whines. You really are a bad influence on him. But with the way his cock is twitching to life again.. 

He might not be any better. 

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[nightowl1556]

Varian, Catra, and Zuko's friendship paralleling Quirin, Hector, and Adira's in my R.A.3. AU...

[anon-e-miss]

ok this is probably a weird ask but I just had this idea SLAM into my head while reading that au of yours where Tarantulas kidnaps Prowl and like...... I JUST GOTTA TELL YOU!!!! Ok so u know how, like, Tarantulas made himself into a Technorganic spider? What if he did the same thing to Prowl after he, like, kidnapped him? The Autobots are too late to save Prowl from getting turned into a Spider Bot so now HES LIKE THAT PERMINATELY. And he's gotta deal with all these new instincts and desires and abilities he's never had before and probably ends up curling up into a sad little ball of fur and legs in his room and dealing with tons of Body Dysmorphia, and harassment from his Ex (CHROMEDOME, our belothed) doesn't help at all. BUT he has Jazz there to help him! And thanks to Jazz, Prowl starts to love himself and his frame again! :3

And maybe there's spider babies or whatever later on. IDK! I just wanted to get that idea off my chest

So this appeals to me because R.A Salvatores Drizzt books were my first heart books until he fucked up the ending...

Anyway, I like me driders.

Gimme Drider Prowl.

[cyclone-rachel]

winndox college au

1. okay but winn is absolutely someone like me who would skip breakfasts to use his extra meal credits on like, coffee. or soda. anything to stay awake. also he is a trash human (affectionate) who brings food back from the dining hall, in his backpack. covered in napkins so that it doesn’t spill out everywhere. he takes fries and gets some of that cheap shredded cheese that I think is at the salad bar or something and puts it over the fries, then tears up a hamburger patty and puts that over the cheese. so the cheese doesn’t stick to the napkins. unless he can’t do that for dietary restriction reasons. although brainy might not be able to do that either. anyway I’m calling myself out here and I’m going to move on. also when he does eat breakfast he drinks mountain dew with it. I’m sorry.

2. brainy has a weighted blanket and winn has considered stealing it more than once. to be fair this would also happen in regular canon but whatever. winn wonders how brainy can lift it when his bed requires a small ladder to get up to.

3. they definitely go to the R.A. (basically the student in charge of their dorm floor, I feel like in this AU it would be James) separately and without each other knowing, about their room situation. because brainy only cleans his side when it’s time for inspection and winn forgets to clean his. or it’s the other way around. either way it is very difficult and brainy and winn eventually talk it out? they joke about doing a chore wheel but eventually decide on doing it seriously.

4. they both have nerd posters on their sides of the room, and winn probably brought video games that he tempts brainy into playing when brainy is trying to study.

5. they fall asleep on each other while studying for finals in the library, because from my experience it’s open until like 2 in the morning during finals week. kara has taken pictures, it’s adorable.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

number 5 for the Christmas fluff! the one about the fire alarm 😊

Just a little fluffy college AU

Sabrina has been so excited for college when she’d first made the brave decision to go out of state.  While U Conn was nearby and Greendale University even closer, she had always felt a pull to Boston College.  It was where her parents met and Boston, Mass was where she’d spent the first year of her life.  Her first steps were taken on the University lawn where her father had become a professor.  

They had died tragically though and Sabrina had spent the next seventeen years being raised by her eclectic aunties.  They were crazy in a good way, her aunt Hilda always fluttering around the kitchen in colorful dresses and Zelda sipping a martini with her breakfast of cigarettes.  She had gotten to grow up with her goofy cousin, Ambrose, who had lost his parents too.  They were the weirdos of Greendale, but they were her family.  

When Sabrina first stepped foot on the greens of Boston College she felt a sense of coming home.  She walked around where she first walked, and was grateful and glad she was there.

That was until a blaring noise went off in her dorm room at 3 AM, waking her from blissful dreams of summers at Sweetwater River.  She quickly realized the shrieking was the fire alarm and because they’d had a drill last week, this one was likely a real fire.  

So she shot out of bed, not bothering to put anything over her shorts and camisole set before slipping on her slippers and running out the door and down the stairs.  When she exited the building and the cold gust of night air tickled her skin, she remembered it was the middle of November.  Her annoying roommate, Prudence, kept their dorm room at a toasty 75 degrees, hence the more summer-like pajama set.  While it made sense for her warm room, the tiny outfit did not bode well for the middle of the night when winter was just around the corner. 

She considered running back in for a jacket, but there were buckets of people pouring out of the door and her R.A. was standing guard at the door to make sure no one made their way back inside the building.  Plus, she could hear the sirens of a firetruck in the distance and knew that it likely wasn’t safe.  Her next thought was walking towards Roz’s dorm and crashing in her room, but she had no cell phone, no ID, and she couldn’t get into that building without a key. 

She wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to get warm and closed her arms even tighter to try and cover herself when Prudence walked by and snickered at her outfit.   She really didn’t like her roommate sometimes.  Sabrina stood for a few moments wondering how bad it would actually be to go join wherever the fire was.  At least she wouldn’t be embarrassed and she’d be warm.  

A clearing of the throat broke her from her contemplative thoughts.  Nicholas Scratch had appeared out of nowhere, and he stood next to her wrapped in a warm blanket.  His hair was perfectly messy and he had those bedroom eyes, and she noticed how they darted up and down her body.  A mixture of lust and shock. 

“Spellman, what are you wearing?”  He asked her with a slight laugh poking through.  Sabrina crossed her arms even more and rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn’t help the warmth that filled her body simply because he was standing next to her.  

He was a sophomore and she had met him at the beginning of the year in one of her upper level english classes.  He had noticed her right away, her unmistakable beauty only outmatched by her quick wit and intelligence.  He knew right away when she fearlessly answered a question on the first day, the only freshman in the class, that he had to know her.  

His pursuit was direct and though she tried her best to shake him, she found she couldn’t, and that he was the only one who could hold a serious conversation with.  And no one could hold a candle to his looks or flirtatious smile.  She fell for him quickly and he helped soften the sting she once in a while still felt after Harvey dumped her at the beginning of the Summer.    

They weren’t dating, at least not yet, but she saw him almost every day either in class or in the library.  When they went out, she let him pull her on the dance floor and allowed his lips to travel to her neck more than once.  And more frequently lately, she’d allow him to bring her back to his dorm room, which she’d learned was a floor or two above her own, and let his lips explore more of her body.  Her hands that she buried in his hair acting as a steering wheel as she pushed him lower and lower.  And soon there was nothing between them, the dainty pjs she was wearing were his particular favorite to peel off of her when she’d shown up in his room unannounced just last week.  

“You know how hot Prudence keeps the room.”  Sabrina grumbled.  “In my sleepy-hazed state my brain didn’t think to grab a coat.  And since this is real, I’m probably gonna catch pneumonia and die.”  Nick laughed at her dramatics and bit his lip to keep from laughing further when she widened her beautiful brown eyes in his direction.  “You’ll have to find someone new to share your bed.”  He chuckled again, not noticing the girls around him who always seemed to be eyeing him.  She saw it though, and it filled her with insecurity and pride that she was the one he was choosing to spend his time with.  People stared at her too, and he saw it, the way her smile lit up the room and all heads turned in her direction.  

“You really think I’d let that happen?”  He teased her and bumped her hip with his own.  

“You seem pretty smug over there in your warm blanket.”

“You haven’t given me a chance to offer you to join me.”  She stared at him and raised her eyebrows as he paused with a smirk.  “So join me.”

“How do I know you’re not naked under there?”  She grumbled and turned away from him.

“You say that like it’d be a bad thing.”  He quipped and she couldn’t help but chuckle.  

“Down boy.”  She answered.  Her cheeks flushed again but a new round of goosebumps erupted on her body with another gust of wind.  It really was freezing.  Nick rolled his own eyes and tried to get her to stop her stubbornness.  

He looked at her intently and didn’t back down until she made eye contact with him.  

“Get over here, Spellman.”  He was so insistent, so warm in his delivery.  And she couldn't’ take it anymore. She really was cold, but the idea of Nick wrapping his arms around her sounded better than getting warm did. 

She closed the distance and allowed him to wrap the blanket around both of them, his arms hugging her tightly to his chest.  She felt better instantly, and the kiss he placed on top of her head surely helped.  She ran her hands up and down his back and realized he wasn’t naked, but was wearing a set of flannel pajamas.  

“You’re not naked, Scratch.  I’m proud.”  She spoke to his chest and the rumble of his laughter brought her comfort. 

“It’s a shame really.”  She lifted her head to look at his face, which was playful and mischievous.  “They say body heat is best transferred without any clothes.”

“Hmm.”  She laid her head back on his chest.  “Good to know.”  

About twenty minutes later the residence director called out the all clear.  Someone had just burned popcorn and there wasn’t an actual fire.  Everyone started filing back into the building, Nick and Sabrina following towards the back.  He had his arm around her waist and the shared blanket was wrapped around their shoulders.  

“Want some company?”  Sabrina suggested when they made it to her floor and he turned to her to say goodbye.  He thought she wanted to sleep next to him in his bed.  Nick rubbed his face and ran a hand through her hair.  

“Now that I’m awake, I don’t know that I’ll be able to get back to bed.   I won’t be very fun to sleep next to.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?”  She bit her lip as her brown eyes darkened.  Her smirk was wicked and he was sure he was in love with her then.  “I wanna test out your body heat theory.”  

He leaned down and kissed her firmly, right there in the busy hallway as his thumbs explored the exposed skin between her shorts and shirt.  When they pulled away they were both chilled and he decided they needed to get warm.

“Lead the way, Spellman.”

[cakesunflower]

Quiet Hours [College!Luke AU] Ch. 12

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

Chapter 12

BEING A RESIDENT advisor not only meant making sure all of the residents under their responsibility were following the building rules, but also coming up with events to keep them involved and have a good time. Events like movie nights, a few hours scheduled for baking, a gaming night and other types of fun things were planned for throughout the school year, and while Ophelia was looking forward to them, she wasn’t completely excited for what they had planned today.

Tonight was a scheduled event for the residents of her floor, planned by herself and the resident advisor from the other side, Clarke Taggart. It was a Battle of the Sexes game they planned, boys versus girls with rounds of multiple choice questions, fill in the blanks, and charades. When Ophelia got to the basement lounge of their apartment building, she was happy to see that everyone had shown up—it paid to be well-liked resident advisors. And while she was excited to have everyone participate, she was hoping to God that the girls would win.

Because if the girls lost, then the R.A. from the opposing side got to pie the losing one right in the face and the last thing Ophelia wanted was coconut cream pie going up her nose.

“I’m probably not going to get any question right,” Tanya said as she sat down on the floor in front of one of the couches on the right side, letting out a slow breath. Looking up at Ophelia, who stood in front of her, she added, “get ready to probably get pied in the face.”

The resident advisor’s eyes narrowed, crossing her arms over her chest as she wore her red and black R.A. fitted collared shirt. No way was she potentially getting pie on any of her regular shirts. “There’s lots of pies—if I get pied, so do you,” she threatened with a pointed look.

Some of the other girls sitting in hearing range snickered as Tanya huffed, and Ophelia offered her a sweet smile before turning and walking away. Music was playing through the lounge from one of the TVs mounted on the wall and as Ophelia talked with Clarke, the male R.A. playfully taunting her on how he couldn’t wait to shove pie in her face, she caught sight of a group of people entering the lounge from the elevators.

Her neighbors walked in and Ophelia’s eyes immediately went to Luke without her consent, watching as he laughed at something he and the boys were talking about while shoving Michael away from him with a shake of his head. The mere sight of his smile had Ophelia’s heart jumping into her throat and as he ran his fingers through his curly hair, Ophelia wanted to do the same, especially when he made the sounds he did when she did so.

Clarke was going on about the questions that he had made up for the girls to answer, and Ophelia really was trying to listen to what he was saying but her eyes remained on the blue eyed Australian. She was nodding along and smiling at whatever Clarke was saying and it was like her fixated gaze had burned a hole in Luke’s skin because suddenly he was glancing over in her direction, and the smile on his face melted into that boyish smirk that always knotted her insides rousingly.

She quickly looked away, forcing herself to focus on Clarke’s words of showing off how he had picked questions about cars and sports that only people avidly interested in the subjects would know. “You know girls can be interested in cars and sports too, right?” Ophelia pointed out, thinking of Penny O’Brian, who was one of her residents who knew everything about cars since she was obsessed with them.

Soon enough when everyone was gathered and the music had been lowered a little bit, Ophelia and Clarke gathered all the residents as they split into boys and girls seated on either side. Ophelia set her laptop up on a spare chair, connecting it to the TV to bring up the Google Slideshow she and Clarke had mutually created with the several questions for the residents to answer.

“Alright,” Ophelia smiled, standing next to Clarke as she clapped her hands together, getting everyone’s attention. She kept her gaze on anyone but Luke, whose eyes were fixated on her and she knew her knees would buckle if she looked at him, while she spoke. “So the first round’s multiple choice. We’re gonna go back and forth between the girls and guys while Clarke and I keep score. The second round’s fill in the blanks, and the last is charades.”

“By the end of the three rounds,” Clarke continued, gazes shifting over to him, “Ophelia and I’ll count up the scores and the winner will determine which R.A. gets pied in the face.”

That emitted excited cheers from everyone, people clapping as Ophelia shot a look to where all of the girls were sitting. “Don’t let me down, ladies,” she said, pointing at them warningly.

And so the game began, with the boys and girls answering a question at a time and Ophelia and Clarke keeping score, always making faces and mocking each other whenever their respective teams got a correct answer. By the end of it, the girls had ended up winning the round since a lot of the questions Ophelia had picked for the guys had to do with makeup, fashion designers, and the works. It was probably sexist, she knew, but it allowed them to win.

She cheered with the girls after delivering the scores, high fiving them before running back to stand next to a sulking Clarke. Ophelia was grinning as he prepared the Google Slides for the next round, her eyes involuntarily flickering over to Luke. He was sitting on one of the couches, right in between Ashton and Calum as he leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and hands linked together. His eyes, bright and blue, were on her as they had been for most of the night while he smirked at her. It was safe to say Luke was endearingly amused by Ophelia’s enthusiasm.

“I’m gonna be so pissed if I get pied in the face,” Ophelia muttered as the boys discussed the answer for their fill in the blank question. “I just washed my hair.”

“You’ll probably have to wash it again when the night’s over,” Clarke smugly said, arms crossed over his chest as he shot her a grin.

The rounds went on and by the time it was the last one, which consisted of charades, it had gotten quite loud as people were screaming out their answers towards the player trying to get them to guess what action they were performing.

By the end of it, Ophelia was glaring at Clarke with her arms crossed over her chest as the male resident advisor grinned triumphantly and cheered with the rest of the boys in the room, while the girls were sending apologetic looks to Ophelia. They had lost. “I hate my life,” she muttered as she took the hair tie on her wrist to gather her dark hair and tie it into a ponytail as Clarke pulled out one of the pies from its boxes.

She sat down on a chair in front of everyone gathered, looking utterly bemused and bothered as Clarke impishly grinned while everyone had their phones out to record. Ophelia mentally cursed her friends, who were also ready to film her getting pied in the face, as well as Luke and the boys who looked like they were enjoying this way too much.

“On the count of three!” Clarke called, standing to Ophelia’s right with the creamy pie in his hands. She braced herself, shoulders squaring and briefly wondering why the hell she agreed to this, as everyone began counting down. “One. . . Two. . . Three!”

Then came the pie.

Ophelia’s eyes immediately shut as the dessert came in contact with her face, the cream cold against her face and, like she had expected, some of it going up her nose as she heard the loud applause and cheering of everyone in the room.  Clarke was laughing right next to her, making sure to press the pie into her face briefly before pulling it away and allowing Ophelia to let out a gasp as to breathe again through her mouth.

She kept her eyes closed, mouth ajar because she definitely couldn’t breathe through her nose as the cheering continued and she reached her hands up to wipe the cream and coconut pie filling from her eyes. Ophelia licked her lips, tasting the admittedly delicious coconut taste before wearily blinking her eyes open, catching sight of everyone laughing in front of her and taking pictures and videos.

There was pie on her shirt, obviously, and some on her jeans as Clarke helpfully handed her a towel to wipe as much of it off as she could before washing it off. As she did so, she looked at the group in front of her and stated, “I hate all of you,” which only elicited more laughter.

She wiped most of the creamy pie off as everyone began getting slices of it for themselves, standing up to go to the bathroom to wash the rest off. As she departed from the group and entered the hallway leading to the bathroom, she continued wiping at the sides of her face with the towel when she heard, “you’re a good sport, R.A. Ophelia.”

Ophelia turned around and saw Luke walking towards her, an impressed smirk dancing on his lips. He took in her haphazard ponytail and how there was still coconut and whipped cream around her hairline, a bit on the corners of her lips, even some on her neck and along her jawline. Obviously she hadn’t done too well of a job wiping it off. She let out a light laugh, the towel in her hands as she said, “anything to keep my residents happy.”

Luke neared her, gaze flickering to her lips where he saw the whipped cream. He was now right in front of her, prompting Ophelia to tilt her head back to look up at him. Luke’s lower lip rolled into his mouth briefly before he asked, “how does the pie taste?”

The change in his face told Ophelia exactly what Luke was thinking, feeling the familiar flush on her cheeks as she returned, “pretty good. You should try a slice.”

Luke hummed, smirk widening. “Or. . .” he trailed off, leaning down and capturing her lips with his. Honestly, both of them knew Ophelia didn’t have enough remnants of the pie on her lips so Luke could have a proper taste, but neither of them cared as their lips moved together. Though, Luke could taste the sweetness in her mouth as his tongue slid against hers.

Ophelia’s heart was doing the familiar enthusiastic leaps as Luke kissed her, having not done so since the party three days ago. It was slow, unrushed and made her inhale sharply through her nose. They pulled away moments later and before Ophelia could open her eyes, Luke had tilted his head to his right and connected his lips to her jawline, kissing his way along the structure and licking up the sweet coconut and whipped cream left there.

The hazel eyed girl’s lips parted at the feel of Luke’s light sucking kisses and exploring tongue as his fingers hooked into her jeans belt loops to pull her closer. “Yeah,” Luke murmured against her skin, licking off the last of the pie and leaning back, hooded gaze meeting Ophelia’s mildly dazed one. “Pie tastes great.”

Ophelia tried to gather her wits quickly, swallowing as she blinked up at him and practically croaked, “you’re ridiculous.”

Luke’s grin widened, obviously satisfied with himself as he kept his fingers in the loops of her jeans while his thumbs stroked the skin right above the waistband. The subtle action sent an electrifying jolt right between Ophelia’s legs and she knew she had to step away from Luke as soon as possible before she decided to jump on him right then and there. “And you’re delicious,” he returned smoothly in that deep voice.

She let out a breathless laugh before pressing her hands against his chest and pushing him back, poking him in the chest as she did so. “I’m gonna go clean up,” Ophelia said as she began backing away, hands going to Luke’s wrists to pull his hands away from her jeans.

He watched her, not too keen on letting his hands leave Ophelia as he tilted his head back and unabashedly inquired, “can I help?”

His words prompted an amused laugh to escape Ophelia, finally managing to lose his grasp as she took a step back, a fond look crossing over her face at the endearing pout that settled on Luke’s lips as she said, “I can handle it myself.”

Luke’s eyes remained on her as she walked backwards into the hall that had the bathrooms, biting in the inside of his lower lip as she shot him one last grin before disappearing into the ladies’ room. Instead of heading back to where everyone else was in the lounge, Luke leaned against the wall to wait for Ophelia, shoving his hands in the front shared pocket of his hoodie as the back of his head came in contact with the wall and he stared up at the ceiling.

Honestly, Luke had no idea what he was doing—with Ophelia, specifically. They’ve slept together more than once and Luke more than enjoyed being with her so intimately. If Luke was being completely truthful—sex with anyone else didn’t feel as amazing and heavenly as it did with Ophelia. He was obsessed with the feel of her lips, the smoothness of her skin as his fingers ran over it, especially when he traced the stretchmarks on her sides that he thought made her body all the more enticing, and the taste of her he couldn’t get enough of.

Sex with other girls paled in comparison; Luke had tried hooking up with other girls twice after being with Ophelia the first time, but it just hadn’t felt right. Both times, all he could think of was pouty lips and hazel eyes that belonged to the pretty girl who lived right next door to him. And so as he leaned against the wall, staring up with his lower lip pulled into his mouth, Luke knew that being with any other girl in any type of capacity would not feel the same as it does when he’s with Ophelia. He wanted her, he knew that, yet he still found himself fighting the fact. Never had being with someone felt so right and natural.

And he wasn’t sure if he was prepared for that.

                                                        *****

Something was up with Luke, and Ophelia wasn’t sure if she should be worried or not—hell, she didn’t know if it was her place to be concerned. But then she thought about how he was making it blatantly obvious that he was avoiding her by sending back bland responses to her texts or not at all replying to her Snapchats. Even if they happened to run into each other in the hallway, Luke would give a quick smile before disappearing into his apartment, leaving Ophelia feeling confused and, frankly, a little bit insulted.

It was getting to be mid-October, and Luke’s been acting distant for the past couple of days—ever since they participated in the Battle of the Sexes. They weren’t in a relationship, they weren’t together save for those couple of nights, so Ophelia really had no right to invade his privacy and prod him as to what the hell was going on. Luke was confusing to Ophelia, especially since she didn’t really go around kissing the boys that she had occasional hook-ups with. The same couldn’t be said in regards to her and Luke.

“Don’t stress about it,” Isabelle suggested after hearing Ophelia’s somewhat worried words about Luke as they drove back from the local Wal-Mart in their college town. It was their turn for grocery shopping this week, so the trunk of Ophelia’s car was full of bags. “Boys are flaky and weird, he’ll be fine eventually.”

Ophelia snorted as she slowed the car down to a stop at a red light. “Easy for you to say; you don’t have to deal with men’s bullshit.”

“I know,” Isabelle responded, shooting her best friend a smug, wide grin. “Not being straight is amazing.” Ophelia rolled her eyes as she began driving once more, shaking her head. “But, I mean, come on. Why’re you concerning yourself with this? You guys slept together a couple of times, right? Isn’t he just someone you fuck on occasion?”

Ophelia ignored Isabelle’s somewhat vulgar words as she let out a sigh, eyes on the road as she drove. “Yeah, but,” she paused, pursing her lips momentarily, “it wouldn’t be a big deal if I could go ahead and have sex with someone else without thinking about Luke.”

Isabelle’s dark eyes widened slightly, not expecting that as she demanded, “what? What do you mean?”

“Like,” Ophelia huffed, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. “It’s so weird and annoying but the thought of hooking up with some other guy is so. . . Blah.”

“Oh, God,” Isabelle let out a groan, throwing her head back against the headrest as she stared up at the roof of the car in agonizing thought before looking back at her best friend. “You didn’t catch feelings for him, did you?”

Ophelia’s heart thudded in her chest. “What? No!” she denied quickly—a little too quickly, because Isabelle’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as Ophelia swallowed inaudibly and kept her gaze on the road. She didn’t dare look her friend’s way. “He’s just. . . I don’t know. Different.”

She tried her best not to cringe at that because Ophelia knew how cliche and cheesy that sounded. Isabelle, however, didn’t even attempt at hiding her distaste as her face scrunched up in displeasure and looked at her friend as if she lost her mind. Shifting in her seat, Isabelle sat with her back against the door as she blinked in disbelief. “You didn’t just say that, Lia,” she scoffed with a slight shake of her head. “College boys don’t want relationships—they want the whole friends with benefits deal. Sometimes even without the friends part!”

“I know, I know!” Ophelia practically whined, leaning forward on the steering wheel briefly in distress as she pulled her car onto campus. She knew Isabelle had a point, that developing feelings for Luke was a bad idea because, really, he didn’t look like the type of guy to want to be in a relationship. Ophelia liked them; she liked being with someone exclusively, and she knew that was probably not what Luke wanted when the two of them first fell into bed together. But she hadn’t really been thinking about that—she was lost in the moment, lost in Luke, with no regard for what she may emotionally fall into later. “But the sex—oh, my God, it’s unbelievable with him, Iz. And he’s just so hot and so pretty. I didn’t think a guy could be pretty until I met Luke.”

Isabelle snorted dismissively. “Have you seen Chadwick Boseman?” Ophelia let out a laugh although she had to agree. “But seriously, Lia—I can’t believe you fell for that giraffe.”

Confusion flickered across Ophelia’s features as she drove into her parking spot by their apartment building, raising an eyebrow at Isabelle. “Giraffe?” she questioned bemusedly.

“Luke’s a giant. He reminds me of a giraffe.”

 Ophelia couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, shaking her head in amusement as they got out of the car and walked to the back to get their shopping bags out of the trunk. They carried two bags each up to their apartment, depositing them on the kitchen counter as Isabelle said she’d come back downstairs after going to the bathroom. Ophelia went back down, using her keys to unlock the trunk because she honestly didn’t trust anyone to not steal their groceries if she left the trunk open.

There were still a couple of bags in there, but her eyes went directly to the sixteen pack of toilet paper that she knew Isabelle would absolutely refuse to bring up. So heaving a breath, Ophelia bent down and put her hands under the pack and lifted it, letting out a quiet groan at the weight of it. Why the fuck does toilet paper have to be so heavy? She ran her tongue over her upper teeth when she realized she’d have to put the pack on the ground to close her trunk and when she did so, she couldn’t help but just glare at the package now sitting on the ground.

“Okay, I can do this,” Ophelia muttered to herself, crouching to her knees and shoving her fingers under the pack once more, flinching slightly as the back of her fingers scraped against the ground before standing up with the package in her arms. “Shit,” she grumbled at the weight once she stood to her full height and turned to walk towards the building entrance.

“Do you need help?”

Ophelia stopped immediately at the familiar voice, looking to her right and seeing Luke slowly approaching her, dressed in his usual skinny jeans, a red shirt with his leather jacket on top and sunglasses covering his eyes. She could still see how he raised his eyebrow as he neared her, hearing the jingling of keys as he shoved them in the back pocket of his jeans. “Oh, uh—”

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence, or form a proper thought when Luke came right up to her and took the toilet paper package from her grasp, effortlessly holding it in his arms without strain. A sigh of relief automatically escaped her at the lack of weight, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear as she smiled up at him, squinting against the sun. “Thanks,” she said, pulling out her keys to open the trunk to carry some of the bags.

Ophelia pressed her lips together as she picked up the bags holding new air fresheners, Clorox wipes, and other bathroom cleaning supplies they were running low on. There were a couple of bags left which Isabelle could pick up when she came down, so she shut the trunk and walked towards the building with Luke, who walked easily despite the pack that she had struggled even lifting out of the car.

They were silent, almost uncomfortably so as they used their key cards to swipe in at the front desk before getting into the elevator to go up. Ophelia found it ridiculous how the elevator ride to the fourth floor seemed to drag on, her eyes on the digital numbers the higher they got, trying her hardest not to glance over at the tall Australian next to her. His familiar piney scent was dancing in her nose enticingly, and she couldn’t help but wonder once more what the hell was going on with Luke.

The doors slid open, Ophelia blinking in surprise at Isabelle standing on the other side, her dark eyes flickering over to Luke in confusion. She then looked back at Ophelia, who cleared her throat as she and Luke walked out of the elevator and she said to the dark skinned girl, “there’s only a couple of bags left. Can you lock the car?”

She handed Isabelle the keys, who took them and nodded before throwing her a quizzical look and nodding towards Luke. Ophelia merely shook her head before turning and following Luke down the hallway towards her apartment, offering the smallest of smiles as she stopped to unlock the door and let them in. Luke’s feet lightly thudded on the linoleum floor as he walked in behind her into the empty residence, and Ophelia dropped the bags on the kitchen counter where the rest of them were before turning to Luke.

“You can just leave that by the coffee table,” she said, gesturing to the toilet paper.

Luke nodded, bending down and dropping the pack before standing up straight and rubbing his hands on his jean clad thighs. His sunglasses rested atop his head as his eyes wandered around the room, as if this was his first time in Ophelia’s apartment. He felt out of place and Ophelia hated that she could so easily tell how he was feeling, and why he would feel like that in the first place. Why was he being so weird?

“Do you, uh, want anything to drink?” Ophelia found herself asking as she slowly walked out of the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Luke who looked at her, blue eyes meeting green for the first time in a while.

“Uh, no, I’m good,” Luke shook his head, backing his way towards the door and Ophelia tried not to let the disappointment on her face show as he nodded behind him. “I should go, I’ve got a lot of, uh, homework to do.”

He was lying. Ophelia could easily tell with the way his Adam’s apple was bobbing rapidly in his throat and the way he was cracking his fingers even after no more sounds could be made. Luke gave a single wave before turning and opening the door, but before he could step out, Ophelia stepped forward and hastily asked, “Luke, are you—are you okay?”

The blonde paused and Ophelia noticed the way his broad shoulders tensed at her words, her fingers twiddling together as she watched Luke’s right hand brace himself on the doorframe while his other hand gripped the door handle. For a moment, she thought that he would turn around and tell her what’s been going on with him for the past few days; why his texts have been blunt and his eye contact brief and, for the love of God, why he stopped sending those charming smirks her way that made her knees buckle.

But Luke did none of that. No, he just glanced at her over the shoulder, yet another fleeting smile on his lips as he gruffly said, “everything’s good,” before walking right out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him and missing the way Ophelia’s expression melted into one of utter confusion and disappointment. It was just the other day where Luke left her feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush—Ophelia would much rather prefer that than the sudden emptiness eating her up inside.

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For the ask game: Any book/tv shows/movie/song recommendations Top five albums or TV shows

I’m so sorry Rowan, I don’t know when you sent this!! I’m sorry I didn’t see this until now!!

Side note: everyone go follow Rowan (@ex--libris) please!!

Here you go though:

Top Five Albums:

Ummmm okay

1. Danger Days - The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys by My Chemical Romance

2. Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance

3. ¡Viva la Cobra! by Cobra Starship (yes I’m gay)

4. Stomacheaches by Frank Iero and the Cellabration

5. Dookie by Green Day

Bonus - Heartwork by The Used.

(That’ll probably all change in about 2 hours though, I’m highly indecisive.)

Top Five TV Shows:

1. Hilda

2. The Umbrella Academy

3. BBC Sherlock (it makes me happy, okay)

4. Doctor Who

5. Stranger Things

(Again, I’m indecisive.)

Book Recommendations:

OKAY SO

- The Raven Cycle (Maggie Stiefvater) - a bunch of teenagers search for a dead Welsh king. There are gays, there are ghosts who like glitter, there are living trees, there are magic sentient forests, everything you could need. If you read nothing else on this list, this is the one.

- Skulduggery Pleasant (Derek Landy) - my favourite books since I was a kid. In terms of representation, in the later books we’ve got bi people, lesbians, trans women, and A GENDERFLUID CHARACTER WHO IS NOT A SHAPESHIFTER!!

- Beowulf (unknown) - I personally prefer the John Earle translation but you will need to google every fifth word, so probably go with a different version.

- Percy Jackson/Riordanverse (Rick Riordan) - bro just do it all the gays do.

- The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald) - one of my favourite books of all time just abjdkjledwm,ndscjhsdka.

- A Semi-Conservative List of Worst Nightmares (Krystal Sutherland) - massive trigger warning but tbh life changing.

- Friday Barnes (R.A. Spratt) - imagine Sherlock Holmes but funny and with an autistic teenage girl and excellent supporting characters. Also written by an Australian author so check it out.

- The Medoran Chronicles (Lynette Noni) - another one of my favourite series and another Australian one. Funny, heartbreaking, heartwarming, a sentient library, I may be in love with Kaiden.

- The Wife Drought (Annabel Crabb) - a must read. Nonfiction but also really entertaining. Feminist themes.

- Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte) - she’s queer, change my mind.

- Acting: The First Six Lessons (Richard Boleslavsky) - even if you’re not a theatre student, check this one out.

- Theatre and Sexuality, Theatre and Politics, Theatre and Gender, Theatre and Protest - a bunch of different essays published as books about the place of theatre in our current society.

- Simon versus the Homo Sapien Agenda (Becky Albertalli) - please it’s gay.

Movie Recommendations:

- Love, Simon

- Small Foot

- Aladdin

- Paper Planes

- Spiderman - Into the Spiderverse

- The Lego Movie 2 (don’t @ me)

- The Little Prince

- Bohemian Rhapsody

- Popstar Never Stop Never Stopping (massive content warning/profanity)

- Labyrinth

TV Show Recommendations:

- High School Musical the Musical the Series (guys they have the best gays I swear to god I would die for them)

- Doctor Who

- Steven Universe (view it critically)

- Adventure Time

- She-Ra

- Hilda

- BBC Sherlock

- The Umbrella Academy

- Stranger Things

- Yuri on Ice (I like figure skating OKAY)

Music Recommendations:

- Transgender Dysphoria Blues (album) (Against Me!)

- I Said Hi (song) (Amy Shark)

- Panic Room (song) (Au/Ra)

- Warriors (album) Bad Cop, Bad Cop

- Prom Queen (song) (Beach Bunny)

- Sports (song) (Beach Bunny)

- I Want To Feel Chaotic (EP) (Bears in Trees [@bearsintreesofficial])

- The 411 (song) (Bears in Trees [@bearsintreesofficial])

- When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? (album) (Billie Eilish)

- Come Out and Play (song) (Billie Eilish)

- HouseFyre (song) (Briggs and Tim Minchin)

- Naughty List (song) (Callux)

- Two Shoes (album) (The Cat Empire)

- Sleepyhead (album) (Cavetown)

- Boys Will Be Bugs (song) (Cavetown)

- Night Shades (album) (Cobra Starship)

- Beetlejuice (Original Broadway Cast Recording)

- American Beauty/American Psycho (album) (Fall Out Boy)

- Folie à Deux (album) (Fall Out Boy)

- Barriers (album) (Frank Iero and the Future Violents)

- Stomachaches (album) (Frank Iero and the Cellabration)

- American Idiot (album) (Green Day)

- Dookie (album) (Green Day)

- Nimrod (album) (Green Day)

- Revolution Radio (album) (Green Day)

- Father of All... (album) (Green Day)

- i’m so tired... (song) (Lauv and Troye Sivan)

- Songs of Revelation (album) (Lewin Grimley)

- Neutron Star Collision (song) (Muse)

- prom dress (song) (mxmtoon)

- The Black parade (album) (MCR)

- Conventional Weapons (series of EPs) (MCR)

- Danger Days (album) (MCR)

- Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge (album) (MCR)

- I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love (album) (MCR)

- Life on the Murder Scene (album) (MCR)

- Pipe Dreams (EP) (Nevergenders [@nevergenders])

- Hadestown (original broadway cast recording)

- The Bastards (album) (Palaye Royale)

- Remember the Laughter (album) (Ray Toro)

- The Sufferer & The Witness (album) (Rise Against)

- 35MM: A Musical Exhibition (Original Cast Recording)

- Six: The Musical (Studio Cast Recording)

- Maybe Trapped Mostly Troubled (album) (Tessa Violet)

- Halloway (EP) (Tessa Violet)

- Seasons of Love (Thomas Sanders version)

- Tom Rosenthal (artist)

- Troye Sivan (artist)

- Heartwork (album) (The Used)

- Equation (from the Little Prince motion picture soundtrack)

- Astro Zombies (song) (MCR)

- Every Snowflake’s Different Just Like You (song) (MCR)

- Don’t Make Me (song) (MALINDA)

- Desolation Row (song) (MCR)

- Kill All Your Friends (song) (MCR)

- All the Angels (song) (MCR)

- Heaven Help Us (song) (MCR)

- MANIA (album) (Fall Out Boy)

- Nancy Boy (song) (Placebo)

- Black Holes (Solid Ground) (song) (The Blue Stones)

- Gender is Boring (song) (She/Her/hers)

- Greek Tragedy (song) (The Wombats)

- Hesitant Alien (album) (Gerard Way)

- Bullet with Butterfly Wings (song) (The Smashing Pumpkins)

- Devil Town (song) (Cavetown)

- Oxford Comma (song) (Vampire Weekend)

- Check Yes, Juliet (song) (We the Kings)

- Remembering Sunday (song) (All Time Low)

- Dear Maria, Count Me In (song) (All Time Low)

- The Bird and the Worm (song) (The Used)

- Help Let Me Go (song) (Danny Gonzalez)

- S.O.S. (Sawed Off Shotgun) (song) (The Glorious Sons)

- I Think We’re Alone Now (Billie Joe Armstrong)

I’m so sorry, that’s a lot, but I HAVE A LOT OF OPINIONS!!

Thank you for the ask Rowan, sorry it took so long <3333