#save us both the stress

[naomiknight-17]

Interacted with a blog via one of my side blogs then looked at their DNI and it was several paragraphs like

"If you ship ANYTHING, DNI. If you post NSFW/NSFT in any main tags, DNI. If I think you're problematic in any way DNI"

And they didn't elaborate on the last one

Honey. What does that mean

I'm a big fat loud queer with a history of making NSFW art including stuff some would deem problematic. I don't shy away from politics. How am I supposed to know what you think is problematic? Maybe you're fine with people like me and maybe you're not!?!?

But all you've seen of me is my cat blog so. My cats are not problematic (except when they get into the recycling bin or similar shenanigans) so I guess you're just gonna have to deal with me

[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[sugarpasteltmnt]

i'm literally not even exaggerating

(context lol)

[ganondoodle]

so with echoes of wisdom .. i havent watched any of the trailers beyond the very first one and the thumbnails/screenshots and what others have said about it-

but with the world inside the rift being called "Welt des Nichts" aka "world of nothing/void" in german ('still' in english, for some reason) and demises title in french being "avatar of nothing" ... yeah my anxiety is shooting through the roof again

(hopefully you can be a little more forgiving for me being anxious/weird about it bc demise is my blorbo)

i had similar worries with totk, that werent proven true thankfully, but the darn book is making it all worse again with all those weird lore things the game doesnt even so much as hint at AND potential retcons- im in for a really rough time huh, not just stress in real life (more in tags.. its alot) but now about my specific hyperfixation from two things even (AND artblock still..)

weird as it may sound, i dont want demise to get more lore, partly bc i dont believe theyd do anything with him that i would like (given their track record) but much more importantly- the fact that he has this little lore about him is precisely one of the reasons why i fell in love with him, i tend to like characters that are neglected by the narrative, and his story being both so flat and already done meant i can be very creative with what i come up with for him without necessarily contradicting anything in canon (which is ... or was a big point of how i wrote destiny's story and lore, working with canon in a way that reframes it all without straight up ignoring it ... but i suppose i urgently need to let go of that and accept i spend alot of time working things that will go to waste :( ) AND not having to worry that there will be more stuff with him that would massively change not only what im writing but also potentially how i feel about him since the game he was briefly in was the oldest chronologically and ended with his death- i didnt expect them to mess with anything that far back and thought theyd just go forward and leave the timeline behind and wouldnt mess with it again, given how botw seemed to be a sort of 'fresh start' that seemingly regarded the past as the past that needs to rest and that the timeline was finally no longer a discussion if everythings unified through botw and one thing going forward

but i suppose i was very wrong with that .__.

right now the only thing that motivates me still is the left over determination and spite to work on my zelda comic, since i have never gotten this far and really want to get something done for once, but i cant lie that im feeling like i should pause all work on it too to wait and see waht the book and the new game will do .. either to determine if i still have the will to keep working on it after those things are out (my love for tloz has been taking alot of hits lately ..) or if i have to change stuff (mostly bc of my lore problem trying to not ignore it ..)

[dayurno]

juggling two job offers and trying to negotiate for a bigger salary has me feeling like i need a kevin day on my shoulder telling me i should refuse to be paid anything less than what i’m worth. save me corporate weapon kevi day save me

[dutybcrne]

@strdstd replies to your post:

{Bruh Boothill would LOVE Mika and Noelle- Esp if he gets to be Kae’s right hand if he gets hus Captain job back, assuring Kae he’d look out for them, too.}

Hfhhfhfb Kae immediately emphasizing Mika also fights with crossbow to him ONCE and Boothill just as fast setting on giving the kid a few marksmen pointers and personally mentoring him a bit in combat styles he could potentially make more use of his crossbow in

[cherrygarden]

,

[oberon-king-of-the-cherries]

I think they should be allowed to put, idk, crack cocaine in cat medicine. Get them hooked so they want it stuffed down their throats.

[fingertipsmp3]

What I really don’t get is job interviewers who make it clear that they don’t want you or don’t think you could do the job well, and when you try to defend yourself they come up with weird fucking contradictions. Like. Why the fuck are you even bothering to interview me at this point. Genuinely why waste your time. I know you’re getting paid to waste this half hour with me instead of doing your actual job, but still

[triggeringtommy]

my partner and i are starting to ride the bus 2 work, they transferred to a different Ross and start today. i have orientation 4 tj maxx tomorrow morning. they gotta ride the bus alone today and i gotta ride it alone tomorrow /: we rode the bus 2gether yesterday to the mall we finna work @ 2 get a feel for it, it’s not hard but i hav SO MUCH anxiety over every little thing that i just feel like ima fuck it up! so today im walkin them and waiting at their stop with them and they’re doing the same for me tomorrow…

[kalloway]

hello, please pray for me that I don't get a DS3 NPC killed because I'm trying to NOT use a walkthru or guide for once, thank u

[urbanfiltered]

/:

[ame-to-ame]

Rereading ayaka is in love with Hiroko senpai!!! Last time I read it I don't think it was finished/I didn't finish it but ack. Now I also want to be in love 😭😭😭

[courviknight]

classmate told me she’s so glad that i stayed and i fr might just piss my eyes 😭😭

[lunasilvis]

Why wait?

I got my dirty flirty 30s up first in a month bud

[bpmiranda]

Honey |l. howlett| nsfw

A/N: small town recluse!logan, dbf!logan, taboo themes, sunshine!reader, f!reader, cheating (kind of), fingering, intercourse, cum in mouth, daddy!logan, sub!reader, the convenience of a snow storm

The only time Logan had to interact with other people was when he visited the family owned store at the end of his road, which still sat about five miles from his cabin. Ideally, Logan would like to avoid going out in general, but he could make this one exception - for her.

Just seeing her made his aches and pains melt away. That sweet, bright smile beaming at him whenever he came in behind the sound of the door bell ringing. Her eyes lighting up at the sight of him as she called sweetly, “Dad, Mr. Logan’s here!” while giving him a tight hug which he was happy to return.

Logan had saved Y/N’s dad in a car accident, nothing major, but it meant the world to her and her father. They were probably the people he was closest to in his life right now. “How’re you doin’, honey?” Logan asked as she had begun to gather the staple items he usually came in for every two weeks.

“I’m okay,” She smiled, setting his items carefully in a brown paper bag and he looked at her curiously, noting a hint of worry. “I’m still waiting to hear back from college.” She admitted, folding her arms on the counter top and sighing. “I’m a little stressed out.”

“I’m sure it won’t be long now,” Logan smiled, leaning onto the counter, closer to her, the scent of honey and vanilla that he associated with her invigorating his senses. “You’re a smart girl, they’d be lucky to take you.”

Y/N blushed and then her dad came out from the stock room with a grin. “Isn’t she?” He agreed with a proud grin, shaking Logan’s hand and patting him on the shoulder. “How are you, dear friend?”

“I’m good, I’m good. Just picking up some supplies. You got anymore honey jars in?” Logan asked, tapping the counter lightly as he shot Y/N a wink before following her dad to the pantry aisle.

It felt incredibly inappropriate for Y/N to have this crush on an older man, but she couldn’t help the way he made her belly float with butterflies. The way he smiled at her always made her blush and she swore he felt something in return. She knew Logan to be a reserved type, keeping himself nestled in the mountains away from everyone, yet he’d always make the drive down when he knew they offered house calls. Maybe, possibly, he felt something too.

“Sweetheart, your friend Adam is outside.” Her dad said, drawing her out of her thoughts as he returned to the counter with Logan and more items to be checked out. “I’ll ring this up, go ahead.” He ushered and she nodded, smiling politely at Logan as she excused herself.

“The boyfriend?” Logan asked, watching from inside as the boy pulled her into a hug.

“If you wanna call it that, don’t know if they’ll last through college.” Her dad chuckled as he packed the remaining items into bags. “Y/N’s on the fence about him. He’s a good kid though, bright future ahead of them both.” Logan only nodded, his eyes glued on the young couple.

Y/N had tried to call it off between them because she knew they would be going to different colleges and she didn’t know how well a long distance relationship would work. Adam was quite insistent, however, that they could and should make it work. “Hi baby,” He greeted her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Just came by to check on you.” He smiled, sitting against the hood of his car as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Thanks,” She smiled, looking over into the store and spotting Logan’s eyes boring into her. “You heard back from anywhere yet?” She asked, trying to focus on their conversation.

“Not yet, it’s still early.” Adam cleared his throat and he reached out to take her by the hip and bring her into him. “There’s still time for us.”

Keeping her arms crossed as he tried to look her in the eyes, she sighed, “Adam, please.” Her ears caught the faint ring of the store door and she looked up to see Logan loading up his truck, a cigar in his mouth. His eyes met hers and he seemed to be watching her intently. “Not right now.” She told the heartbroken boy who was looking at her with pleading eyes.

“Why not?” Adam asked, holding her cheek in his hand and Y/N shook her head, pushing his arms away from her and taking a step back. Adam sighed and nodded, scratching the back of his head and standing up straight. “Okay, I get it. I’m pushing you too much.”

“You’re not.” Y/N felt bad that she was so distracted, more focused on the way Logan loaded up the chopped wood into the bed of his truck than the pleas of the boy asking for her to take him back. “I just think we had a really good two years, but we’re not on the same page anymore.”

“I love you.” Adam frowned.

Y/N gave him a pitiful look and she shook her head. “You don’t. You’re just comfortable with me. We’re still young, and chances are we aren’t going to get married anyway.”

“How can you be sure?” He asked.

“I wouldn’t be wanting a break up if I were in love, Adam.” Y/N said with an apologetic look. The young boy went to counter her argument, but jumped slightly at the sound of Logan’s tailgate slamming shut. They both looked over at him and Logan waved at Y/N. “See you, Mr. Logan!” She called with a smile as they watched him start his truck and drive off into the mountains.

“That guy is odd.” Adam commented and she gave him a pointed look.

“That guy saved my dad’s life.” She said with an eye roll. “I think we’ve caught up now, Adam. Please take some time and consider a break. I think it’d be good for us.” She told him before heading back into the warmth of her dad’s store, greeted with a sympathetic smile. “Next time, I’m sending you out to talk to him.” She joked, making her dad laugh.

“No, thanks, sweetheart.”

The day she got her acceptance letter from college was the best day of her life for two reasons: first, she was officially a college student and second, that was the day her dad sent her to Logan’s cabin to drop off an order he had called in - honey jars and cigars. “Don’t forget your coat!” Her dad called after her as she was leaving. “It’s supposed to start snowing tonight.”

Fortunately, it wasn’t an awfully long drive to Logan’s cabin. Unfortunately, it was much more inclined than she had expected, deeper into the woods than she realized. When his cabin came into view and it began snowing, she was relieved to have at least made it there safely.

At the sound of the old truck pulling into his property, Logan greeted her at the door and invited her in out of the cold, pulling the door shut behind her against the heavy winds. “Didn’t think you’d be coming up.” He commented as he took the bag from her and set it on the kitchen table.

“The store was pretty busy,” She said with a smile as she looked around the cabin while shaking her coat off. Logan hung it on the coat rack and then gazed at her brown overall dress under which she was wearing a white long-sleeve. “You know, with the storm coming everyone wants to be prepared tonight.”

“I can imagine.” Logan said, watching her take it upon herself to look around his little home. Her body was shivering slightly, skirt of her dress swaying above her knees with every step, her legs covered in thin, dark tights running into her brown, lace up boots. Her hair was cascading over her shoulders and it flipped as she turned to him with a bright smile. “I like this,” She said, pointing at a wooden werewolf figurine sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. “He’s cute.”

“Sure is.” Logan teased, focusing on unpacking the jars of honey and cigars. Y/N walked back over to him and watched him set the various jars in the cupboards.

“You like honey.” She commented, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as he turned around and leaned against his cabinets to stare at her. “You buy a lot of it.”

After Logan had miraculously saved her dad from that car accident in these very mountains, they thanked him with a basket of goodies and invited him to have dinner with them. Y/N was a big sweet tooth back then which Logan noticed and she had offered him a spoonful of honey for his coffee. Before she had time to react, Logan had slowly reached over and wiped a dribble of honey from her bottom lip, brought his thumb into his mouth, and kept his eyes locked on hers as he licked it clean. “It is good,” He had said, using his wet thumb to wipe off the remaining smudge of honey on her lips. “Thanks, honey.” It had become a consistent item in his pantry from that moment.

“I like your honey.” He clarified, though it wasn’t necessary as she knew he didn’t shop anywhere else but her father’s store.

Y/N forced down the lump in her throat and she pointed to the cigars. “Are those essential for a snowstorm?” She asked, walking closer to him with that kind smile that filled him with reason.

Logan rubbed his jaw pensively, the scent of her growing heavy the longer she stood in his cabin. Honey, coffee, that vanilla hand lotion she carried in her bag. She was warmth, and there was a storm coming. “Not much to do up here by myself.”

“Why are you by yourself?” She asked, sitting on the kitchen table across from where he stood, her legs swinging ever so slightly as she laid her hands flat on the tabletop on either side of her.

“Why do you want to break up with your boyfriend?” He dodged her question, watching her with a predatory stare as she sat so calmly in his home, alone with him, miles from everyone else.

Y/N shook her head with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I asked first.”

Logan chuckled as he pushed off the cabinets and took two steps towards her, closing the space between them, looking down at her intriguingly. “For safety.” He said with his hands aching at his sides.

“Yours?” She smirked, unable to imagine a man like him capable of being harmed by anyone else. His smirk told her she was right in assuming so.

“Yours.” Y/N shivered, not from the cold, but from the look he gave her as he leaned down and his nose nuzzled against hers. “Do you want to leave him for me?” He asked, his voice low as if he were promising not to tell anyone if it was true and she found herself nodding up at him with big eyes. His musk was intoxicating, her feet stopped swinging as he had stepped between them, and his hands laid flat on the table behind her. Her hands shakily smoothed up his toned abdomen, feeling every muscle through his flannel as she drew in a slow breath through parted lips. Their eyes were locked and she bit her lip anxiously. “You don’t want me, honey.”

“I do.” She whispered, begged.

Logan moistened his lips and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, confirming that she did in fact want him. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Logan,” She groaned softly, brows furrowed in frustration, not wanting to talk about anyone else, anything else that might deter him from this. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

An eyebrow raised in amusement and his nose lightly dragged across her cheek and her jaw, his lips pressed a small kiss to the pulse on her neck. “Does he know that?”

Y/N sighed, exasperated as her small fingers began working the buttons on his flannel to reveal his white t-shirt underneath. “He’s bad at taking hints,” She said, smiling as he chuckled into her neck. “Which is one of the reasons I’m breaking up with him.” She said pointedly and he laughed as he pulled away from her to see that sweet smile of hers.

“I hear you, baby.” Logan smirked, bringing his index finger underneath her chin and staring intensely into her eyes. “You know what you’re asking?” She nodded quickly, pushing his flannel off his shoulders and he shook it off before grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her hard. Y/N moaned against his lips, holding fistfuls of his t-shirt as they made out on his kitchen table. Logan groaned at the taste of her lips, the taste of her tongue as she let him invade her mouth, her moans wanton with urgency.

And right on cue, the phone rang.

“Who the hell?” Logan growled in frustration and Y/N pouted, wiping her lip as he pulled away to answer the call. “Yeah?” Logan’s eyes met hers and he nodded. “Yeah, she made it, she’s here.” Y/N’s mouth dropped slightly as she realized she had completely forgotten about her dad. Logan glanced outside through the kitchen window. “It’s coming down pretty rough. Want her to wait it out? I can make sure she gets down the mountain all right.” Logan was watching her as she sat breathless in his kitchen and he smirked. “Not at all, pal. It’s the least I could do.” He walked over to her and pointed to the phone. “Yep, she’s right here.”

Y/N took the phone and looked at Logan as she sweetly said, “Hi daddy!” He chuckled quietly and she almost moaned as his large hands smoothed down her thighs.

“Hey, sweetheart, I want you to wait the storm out with Logan, okay? It’s just nasty out here and I don’t want to risk you being in an accident.” Her dad said over the phone.

“Sure, dad! I don’t mind.” Y/N said with a smile as she felt Logan’s hard cock press into her knee while they held eye contact.

“Alright, dear, give me a call when it’s clear enough to head back.”

“Will do! Love you, dad!” She said, tilting her head to the side as Logan peppered kisses along her shoulder and neck.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

The moment the call ended, Logan snatched the phone from her and slammed it down on the table, wrapped his arms around her, tangled his fingers in her hair, and kissed her roughly. “All alone now.” He murmured, making her breathless with want as she untucked his t-shirt from his jeans and slid her hands up his abdomen.

“Logan,” She pleaded, tugging on his shirt and he let her pull it off, tossing it somewhere on the floor just before he knelt down between her knees and looked at her for final reassurance before he lifted the skirt of her dress. “Yes, please.” She choked out and he smirked while tearing a hole into her tights, moving her panties aside and touching her gently. “Oh, fuck.” She trembled as his fingers moved through her folds, traced her opening slowly, collecting her arousal on his fingers to lick it off.

“Mm,” Logan moaned, watching her bite her lip at the sight. “Like honey.” He said before kissing her thighs and focusing his attention on her pulsing cunt. His tongue moved through her, drooling against her as he tasted her and felt her drip for him. Y/N let her head hang back in pleasure, her fingernails scratching his scalp as she fisted tufts of his thick hair, using him to balance herself on the edge of the table.

“Fuck, Logan!” She gasped as he sucked on her clit and tongued his way into her core, groaning and mumbling into her about how good she tasted and how much he needed this. His hands held one thigh open and the other over his shoulder, caressing it softly as the chunky heel of her boot dug into his back in a way that he thoroughly enjoyed. The vibrations of his voice and groans sent her over the edge. “Oh, my God!” Her body tensed as the feeling of pleasure overcame her and she let out a high-pitched whine, hunching over slightly as she came quicker than ever before.

“You taste so damn good.” Logan said as he kissed her, giving her a taste of herself, making her moan as his fingers continued petting at her sensitive clit. “So needy,” He chuckled as she grabbed a hold of his wrist and rolled her clit into his palm. “Barely letting me do anything.” Her cheeks burned from embarrassment, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to feel him. Her lips pressed to his neck, nipping lightly at his skin which made him hum in approval, his free hand tense on the table as he held himself up while letting her use his palm to seek her second release.

“Oh, oh!” She cried as she came again, shaking and clenching her thighs tightly around his hand while he managed to slip two fingers into her and overstimulate her. “Ah, fuck, Logan!” She cried out, one hand pushing on his chest and the other trying to get his hand out from between her legs. Logan pressed his free hand into the small of her back, holding her close to him as he dragged out her orgasm and she fell limp against him.

“Is that all you can take, honey?” Logan chuckled with a dark look in his eyes. Y/N bit her lip and she shook her head. His lips captured hers in a kiss, his hands palming over the fat of her hips and ass as he moved her further onto the edge of the table.

“Give me more, daddy.” She breathed out as they had pulled apart, running her hands over his warm, toned chest and stopping at his belt buckle. “Please.”

Logan kissed her forehead and he undid his belt, lowered his jeans enough to pull his hard cock out, and she let out a throaty moan at the sight of him so heavy and thick. “Since you asked so nicely.” He teased, collecting her arousal for lubricant with the head of his cock. Y/N shuddered at the feeling, his swollen head prodding into her, bullying his way through her narrow walls with a low growl emitting from his throat. As she braced herself with her hands pressed firmly into his broad back, he wrapped one arm around her waist, and held the table down with his other hand to keep it from toppling over as he pounded into her.

Y/N cried out for him, called his name, barely able to string a full sentence together as he fucked her hard and slow. “Oh, daddy! It - ah - can’t ta - ugh - fuck!” Her body molded into his, let him fuck into her without protest, he loved how responsive she was to him.

“Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?” Logan asked cockily as he watched her eyes roll back into her head and she shook it with a shudder, her orgasm already slowly gushing out of her as he repeatedly pounded into that spot. “Can’t even talk, can you, honey?” He chuckled, kissing her neck and her jaw as he chased his own release.

His back muscles spasmed underneath her palms as his cock throbbed warningly inside her and he picked up his pace to have her cry out until he could feel her walls contracting with the force of a final orgasm and he pulled out. Y/N was suddenly brought down onto her knees and Logan squeezed her cheeks together as he fed his cock to her. “Mm,” She moaned around his dick, letting him slide as deep as possible down her throat and his load shot out in thick spurts. Logan swore and groaned, throwing his head back as he held onto her head with both hands, keeping himself stuffed in her gullet until he was drained and she had swallowed all of him. “Fuck.” She gasped as he slid out of her and let her go.

Logan was breathless as he adjusted his pants and grabbed her a glass of water. She chugged it down gratefully and he helped her onto her feet, sitting her down at the table with a serious look on his face. “You alright?”

“Yes.” She smiled at him, still trembling, but that trademark bright smile of hers unwavering. Logan scoffed and grinned, shaking his head before kissing her forehead and pulling on his t-shirt.

They made some coffee and talked about her starting college, his plans of apparently taking a trip to the United States soon. They were getting to know each other more intimately on his couch as they waited for the storm to pass and when it did, she found herself disappointed. “Mm,” She moaned in protest as he pulled his lips away from hers, his tongue leaving her mouth empty. “Not yet.”

With a smile, Logan patted her thigh and gently moved her legs off his lap as he stood up, disappointed himself. “Time to get you back to your dad.” Logan said as he pulled on his coat and handed Y/N hers.

“Will you still be here when I come back from college?” She asked as he walked her out to her truck.

Logan smiled down at her, noticed her nose quickly becoming red from the cold, her body shivering again, and he remembered the rip he made in her tights. “I sure plan to be,” He said as he kissed her softly and she beamed up at him when they pulled away. “Let’s get you home, honey.”

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A moment of silence for Adam🫢

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