#short one tonight

[becca-e-barnes]

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS??

THE OPEN COLLAR

HIS BICEPS

HIS SMIRK

HIS FOREARMS

i'm absolutely feral rn 🥵

No because the greys in the beard too?? It makes me think of dad's best friend Steve and that's way too damn hot

Like the respectful, painfully handsome older man who spends his free time lounging on his couch with a book or out playing golf with your father.

The man who calls you "petal" when he picks you up from a night out at the college bar, takes your makeup off and sleeps on the couch while you sleep in his bed.

The man who pretends he isn't half hard when you try to tempt him, bending over his marble kitchen countertop, sucking on a popsicle and asking if he'd like a taste on a hot day.

"There are plenty of popsicles, petal. What makes you think I need to taste yours?" He's trying to stay polite, just testing the water to see if you're trying to take this in the direction he so desperately hopes it's going.

"Oh Stevie." You laugh, his breath catching in his throat as you lick the length of the frozen treat, catching a drip that was rolling down a little too quickly. You know it's the crudest way of getting his attention but damn, you've got it as you wrap your lips around the tip, flicking your tongue in the kind of way that has him hooked. "Mine tastes so sweet. It's addictive, Steve. Bet you wouldn't be able to stop once you've had a taste."

"Tell you what, petal. How about you finish the popsicle and I'll find something else to enjoy?" You have him right where you want him, on the verge of snapping. He's looking at you like he's ravenous and you're enjoying it just a little too much.

"Whatever you like, daddy." You smirk and God, that's it. His mouth is on yours, kissing your colder lips so frantically and the popsicle falls to the floor, totally forgotten.

"Didn't realise you were so good at that. Gonna have to fill that pretty mouth later. Let you suck on something a little bigger." He can't help how badly he needs this. It's so wrong and he knows it but at the end of the day, who's going to stop two very enthusiastically consenting adults?

He helps shimmy you out of your little shorts and his tongue massages yours, dropping your panties to the floor before he props you up on the cool marble. "Need a fuckin' taste, petal." He grunts, sinking to his knees and diving in with gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue.

You're so worked up already, it's nearly embarrassing but he doesn't comment. In fact, he doesn't say anything. Instead he just moans at the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, your hips grinding against his hungry mouth as he licks and slurps like a man starved.

"Just like that, daddy. Oh fuck!" You whine, your back arching and your head thrown back but you're so glad you look down in time to catch the sight of his greying beard, slick with your arousal as he takes a breath before going right back to licking and sucking between your legs.

[wiw3]

Obsessed with Talking

Evening, all. It’s a stressful night but it’s one of my own creation. I’m trying to take it back, with the clinging to dopamine-providers and enablers that allow me to ride this high for as long as I feasibly can.

After this, it’s back to discipline and hard work. It’s going to be a wonder to see if I can convince myself that the time to be a child is over, and that the time to work is now. Maybe I’ll become boring if I do that, maybe I’ll be interesting to a new crowd of people. It’s pretty easy to say that the reality of the situation will probably be much more lackluster than any sort of fantastical “and then everyone clapped”-scenario I could come up with in my head.

It’s better that I accept reality. Nobody’s cheering. Nobody’s even smiling. The world becomes a bleaker and bleaker place within which to reside, and domestically, it hasn’t gotten better for years. Let’s see what happens next. I’m excited for it.

I’m excited to see what efforts will be made to bring the decline to a screeching halt, if any, or if the chaos will be embraced, and people will jump in increasing numbers to the whims of their increasingly-demanding egos.

Is it possible to dig yourself out when you’re in the middle of it all? I feel like a lot of my life is going to revolve around the idea of redemption, and I just can’t help but ask why? Can I not just develop myself to not err in the first place? Or is the way to do that through making as many mistakes as possible?

Other people are no help. You get different answers depending on who you ask. Solipsism becomes increasingly-attractive, and yet I can’t help but need people. I want to meditate, for hours on end, and not think about anything beyond my narrow, sharpened focus for what happens around me.

I don’t want to get agitated from thinking, anymore. Maybe that’s why I’m so obsessed with the sound of my own voice. It’s an inferiority-complex that was ingrained in me, more than anything. I don’t know what resides in my head that allows me to create the pieces that I do, but simultaneously disallows me mental stability. Is that the artistic way that enthralls us so much as a culture? The idea that if you’re not suffering because of it, it’s not art?

I think the more you can hold up that veil, the less likely someone is to recognize the truth in the show, and the show must go on. You must keep dancing, you must keep up with everything, be dialed in, and in touch.

Every second counts, and I’m sitting here practicing no particular skills, but that’ll change tomorrow. I’ll get back on my regimen, and start developing, rather than stagnating for years at a time. It has to happen, I’m the only one that can make it happen.

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: What was wrong with the timing?!

Pac: You did it in the worst possible timing! Everything was–

Bagi: I think we ruined the kiss.

Everyone:

Pac: It– it wasn't the kiss, more– you know? It was– *mumbles*

Tubbo: IT WAS MORE?! IT WAS MORE?! ON THE FIRST DATE?!

Bagi: WE DON'T NEED THE DETAILS!

Fit: That's not what he meant!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

context <3

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[snzluv3r]

hi! Can I request more talkie wavs? Even if it’s hard to achieve, love hearing you attempt to talk through!

thank you for the request, i tried so hard to talk through this fit but as i said at the end, it was so hard to get a word out between the tickle itself and the sneezes it was producing.

it was so hard to hold back against that classic desperate, allergic itch i’ve gotten used to—and stifling the sneezes that i couldn’t keep in just drove the tickle further up my nose—but this fit came at a late enough hour that everyone was sleeping and i didn’t want to risk being too loud and waking anybody up (or worse, getting caught recording myself sneezing and talking about how bad my allergies are…)

i’m not usually allergic to dogs and when i am it’s mild, but holding back, especially when it comes to my allergies, makes my nose 10x more dramatic than usual

[astriiformes]

Feeling a distinct "please clap" emotion after doing over 100 pages of reading today along with helping Scribe complete a thick packet of surprise disability paperwork, attending class earlier this morning, and renewing various prescriptions, all on maybe 4 or 5 hours of actual sleep and while only partially medicated.

(Also we still don't have a kitchen, but that's an ongoing crisis)

[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember - December 7: Star

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Star

main masterlist • dincember masterlist

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙

You woke in the middle of the night, knowing you would be alone as soon as the chrono designated a new day had begun. The adrenaline upon imagining what you would find kept your exhaustion from creeping in as you rose from the bed and layered yourself enough to maintain warmth in the dark Nevarro night.

There wasn't a single light illuminating the rest of the cabin as you stepped out of your bedroom. With a set jaw, you made your way outside, keeping your footsteps light so as to avoid startling him.

Din was laying on the top of the N-1's wing, leaving just enough room beside him for you to fit. You smiled at that despite what you knew was coming. As soon as you began to make your way up, Din sat up to help you, easing you into his side as the two of you laid back and looked at the stars above.

Din was the one who reached for one of your hands first. You gave his a squeeze and let him lead whatever conversation would follow.

"It's there tonight." Din's voice is quiet, yet stronger than you thought it would be.

You smiled and tilted your head up at him. "Yeah?"

Din nodded once. "Yeah." He lifted his free hand and pointed to the night sky. "See?"

You followed his finger and quickly found the star Din had been looking at. This wasn't the first time he had pointed it out to you, and it wouldn't be the last - and you were more than okay with that. "It's very bright tonight."

Din waited a moment before responding. "It is." His voice was strained.

You took his hand between both of yours and cuddled closer to his cowl. "They're proud of you, Din." You ran your thumb over his gloved hands, especially as you heard the quick inhale he intended to hide. "You have a new home and a new family, now. I'm sure that's all they've ever been wanting for you."

Din squeezed your hand the best he could, his cuirass rising and falling in a deep, steadying breath. "Thank you." This time, his voice was strained with meaning rather than emotion. "And thank you for joining me."

You shook your head and leaned even more into him. "You don't have to thank me. I like spending this time with the three of you."

Din's helmet finally looked over at you at that. "They would like it, too." He rested his beskar against your own head. "You're the only star brighter than them, you know."

You grinned and lifted his hand to your lips to kiss his gloved palm. "'And Grogu."

Din huffed at that. "Grogu is..." he shook his helmet aimlessly, "a sun."

You laughed and kept yourself as close to him as possible. "I couldn't agree more."

[gncrezan]

ATOC10 JUST DROPPED !!!! here’s a bunch of sketches from the past month or so cleaned up in celebration, until i get some more time to properly read it :)

[m1d-45]

sagau childe…

summary: minor brainrot abt childe in honor the wild pulls i had the other day. may or may not elaborate later.

word count: like 350

-> warnings: spoilers for childe story quest / general childe lore… minor violence? unedited

-> lowercase intended!

< masterlist >

ajax, who uses the memory of the creator to get through the abyss. ajax, who clutches at a rosary teucer made for him, reciting the prayers he’s memorized since he was young to get him through the darkness. ajax who refuses to give up, who believes that his god will save him.

ajax who believes.

childe who still wears that rosary into battle, understanding now that he was meant to be stronger to save himself. childe who picked his weakest weapon to continue to be stronger in all areas, to continue to try and make you proud. childe who realizes that he hasn’t been forgiven when an enemy gets a lucky hit and cuts the rosary string, the wooden beads falling to the dirt.

childe who turns two of the beads, of the precious few unstained by blood, into an earring.

tartaglia who dedicates himself to his god from the shadows after their first interaction. tartaglia who remembers their expression and wouldn’t dare to force himself into their presence. tartaglia who takes it as a sign that he’s fallen from his god when he can’t feel their presence. tartaglia who works in the background, forcing himself to his limits to find the imposter. tartaglia who hopes for forgiveness at the least, please, he’ll do his best, please just give him a chance?

tartaglia who knows that even if he were to catch them, he wouldn’t be worthy of forgiveness.

tartaglia who stands over the imposter, water blade cocked under your jaw. tartaglia who’s high on what he assumes is adrenaline, his heart racing in his chest. tartaglia who looks down at you, wondering why you feel so familiar. tartaglia who doesn’t stop you when you resist.

tartaglia who wonders why he let you go.

childe who’s one of the first to recognize the fake, because he’s acutely aware of the hole in his heart. childe who puts together that the familiarity of you isn’t just because you look like the creator. childe who sits on his floor, staring at the earring in his palm.

childe who realizes what he’s done.

ajax who cries.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I AGREE WITH THAT ANON- MOTH COAT!

I saw the tags on that post and now wanna see FL reacting to us wearing Tartar’s coat. It’s only our head poking out and we’d be swallowed up in it if we tucked our head in. They look like tripping hazards too not gonna lie-

AND we could flutter the coat + shake the fluff on the collar and make it look like we’re mimicking his wings and neck floof! He’d be SO happy if he saw us trying to copy him! We are honorary moth to him :’3

MOTH COAT MOTH COAT MOTH COAT!!!!!!

alright alright consider: you wearing Childe's Harbinger coat, and then Foul Legacy wrapping his wings around us- you're going to be SO toasty and warm!! because he's taller than you even in human form you look very much like a puffball when you're wearing his coat, your head poking out amongst the soft fur collar, a cheeky grin on your face. Foul Legacy practically warbles when he sees you all bundled up, excitedly poking the coat here and there and snuggling his face against your cheek- you're like him now, all fluffy and cozy!!! he pulls you closer, claws sinking into the fabric of the coat, and wraps both his arms and wings around you, essentially caging you in a comfy moth embrace with a happy, rumbling purr

the most adorable thing ever is seeing you and Legacy stand next to each other, one wrapped in a pair of glittery wings and the other in a thick winter coat. sometimes you look up at Foul Legacy and shake the sides of the cloak to mimic how his wings flitter and twitch, drawing a delighted chirp from your beloved Abyssal moth as he flutters his sparkling wings in return. when he's bored he also bats at the dangling ornaments hanging from the coat, fascinated by how the light reflects off the metal and gems; or he snuggles into the collar, burying his face in the soft fluff the same way you nuzzle into his after a long day

you're debating if you should ask Childe for two more copies of his Harbinger cloak, one smaller and one larger

[coughloop]

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[kr-yoongi]

Stargate SG-1 S03E02ㅣSeth

[eijiroukiriot]

it's been a sec since i've done a translation! but i think this comic is really sweet so translation under the cut!! the title on the comic is "kiribaku and tododeku who aren't public about their relationship (having mild heart attacks)", and the caption on the tweet is "i wanna read 10000 stories about people finding out about kiribaku and tododeku's relationships"

Hero Radio OFFTiME! On our program, you can hear top heroes spill a little bit about their private lives. Today's hosts are Deku and Red Riot! What kinds of things will they talk about? Let's see!

Midoriya: Man, you must be tired! You came here straight after a night shift, right? Are you feeling alright?

Kirishima: All good! Besides, you've been working ten days in a row, right? Good on you!

(word bubbles - Very, Very Tired)

M: Alright then, our first letter of the night...this one comes to us from BlueMackerel-san, who asks, "How did you spend your last day off?"

K: Uhh...oh yeah! Hiked 'n camped! And ate a ton of campfire food!

M: Oh, with Kacchan?

K: Yep!

M: He sure does like hiking.

Flashback Kirishima: WHOOPIE!!

Flashback Bakugou: Just eat it

M: What'd you two eat?

K: The works! Spare ribs, and homemade sausage, and meat, and more meat! Bakugou always packs a ton of meat to barbecue, it's crazy good! What about you?

M: Mmm...I slept in until around noon...and I think that day, Todoroki's family invited me over for dinner. His sister is a great cook!

Flashback Fuyumi: Welcome, welcome!

K: Coooool. So we both ended up just spending the day with our boyfriends, huh-

M: UH- um-

K: Huh? OH-! Cut! Cut!! Can you guys pretend you didn't hear that last...

M: Ohhhh my goddddddd

Narration: Our next letter comes to us from DieYouScum-san, who writes, "I'm killing you when you get home"

[another-clive-blog]

This CANNOT be real. And with the hat included too ??

[reegis]

is it ask answering time and can i know about the frankenstein ai design and only her thank

IM SO ON THE FENCE WITH HOW I WANT TO GO ABT HER DESIGN… bc tbh a few things make a lot of sense to me, conceptually, and idk which im leaning towards most…

she lacks a sense of identity, lacks a Name, feels incomplete & i feel theres a few ways you could take that?

a blank, faceless humanoid form, as she feels incomplete, nameless

some sort of poor, glitchy facsimile of frankenstein herself, as frankenstein is her Creator and most constant (unwilling) companion (and ngl frank has a prettyyy big ego)

or a shifting canvas of perfect, ai-created human forms (think uncanny valley) meant to appeal to her creators humanity and empathy