#so really no idea how i'm gonna work this out :')

[surfingthroughtheseaandskies]

Finger lesson

MDNI ALLLLL OF THIS IS SMUT

warnings ⚠️‼️!: fingering, cursing, reader being whiny, heavy making out, jj teaching reader how to touch herself, softidom jj, pet names, I think that's all?¿?¿

An: I just saw this gif on Pinterest and his hand motions just inspired me and gave me the idea ? Also give credits to @loveu-always because she helped me with a lot of it. Not proof read btw sorry for any mistakes

you were pouting in bed. The wetness between your legs starting to bug you now. JJ was just outside working on his bike so you just thought it didn't really matter that much if you texted him.

so you did. And about 6 minutes later you heard the door close and jj sigh kicking his boots coming into your shared bedroom. He was wearing that red cutoff which definitely did things to you since his arms looked so big in that tank top and you just wanted him to treat you like a slut.

"Got your text mama" he says wiping grease on his shirt taking it off so he didn't get grease on the bed and so that he was only in his worn cargo shorts now.

"What's the matter huh" he props his chin in your tummy rubbing your cheek as you still pouted "why ya poutin'baby?"

"I'm feeling horny" you whine rubbing your thoughts together again, and jj chuckles "aww my poor girl is feelin' needy huh?" He teases nibbling on your ear. You whine rubbing your thighs together “jj c’mon I wan’ your fingers” your complain starting to get impatient so you grab his hand trying to put it where you need most but he pulls away

“Hey now, don’t get sassy with me. You’re the one who wants something. So I suggest you try to be a little more patient alright?” You pout but nod your head listening to him “now how about I show you how to make yourself feel good so next your feeling hormonal you can take care of it when I’m not here, k?”

“Ok” you nodded your head while jj spreads your thighs already tugging your shorts down “lift your hips for me mama” you comply lifting your hips while your bottom lip was still sticking out giving you that pouty look. “JJ can you just do it for me and you can teach me later” you whine

“nope. I’m teaching you today and if your good I’ll give ya a little something extra” you whine a little more but this time your being more dramatic about it and jj gives you a look “you keep whining like that I ain’t gonna give you shit, alright? So quite throwing a hissy fit”

You pout still crossing your arms this time and he looks at you giving you a warning “is that understood?” You clench you jaw and uncross your arms “yes”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir” you give him a moody tone

“Good girl” he nibbles on your neck tugging your panties down while sucking a hickey into your sweet spot. You moan softly your hands going to his hair “jj” you whine tugging on his hair “jj please”

jj stops his movements and moves you so your sitting against his chest and he’s behind you. He take your hand and guides it down to your soaked cunt “now I’m gonna start slow baby, gonna make you feel real good alright”

you nod your head letting out a soft moan as he guides your fingers to start rubbing soft circles around your clit. JJ peppers kisses along your neck smirking while he kept guiding your fingers in small tight circles “mmm feels good” you moaned and jj smirked moving your fingers slightly faster “oh I bet it does” he chuckles nipping your neck

your moans started to fill the room and you felt the tight knot in your stomach form. JJ pulls his hand away and takes your shirt off his hands going to touch your tits. “Why don’t you put a finger in for daddy” he tells you start to play with your nipples. You shuddered against him pushing a finger inside of you moaning your eyes fluttering shut when your curl it to hit your sweet spot. “O-oh fuck”

JJ sucked on your neck his teeth grazing your skin. You kept fingering yourself letting out moans and whimpers your thumb doing little fast circles on your clit making your legs shake a little every other minute. “Add another finger” jj growled in your ear, so you did and your thighs almost closed around your wrist. JJ turned your head to face his and crashed his lips against yours shoving his tongue in your mouth making you whimper.

“JJ” you whine in his mouth the knot in your stomach getting closer to breaking “I’m so close” you whined moving your fingers faster getting you closer to the edge. “Cum baby, I know you want too. Be a good girl and cum for daddy”

You feel yourself convulse around your fingers and you let out a load moan your head falling back against jj as you reach your climax. You took your fingers out giving yourself and break and jj took your hand putting your fingers in his mouth with your juices all over them, licking your fingers clean. “Taste so good baby” he groans taking your fingers out “taste like fucking heaven mama”

your mouth waters just looking at him and you feel the heat between your legs come back “you know…” you say putting your fingers in to you lips pretending to think “I think you might have to teach me how to touch myself again Jayj” he smirks and chuckles kissing your cheek “oh really now?” “Yep” you giggle biting your lip

An: I didn’t know how to finish that so I left it there. Hope you guys like it!

[gatheringbones]

[“Ozzy: Since we're talking about academia, I just was curious if there's anything you feel like you've learned from your students, or just younger trans people, that has changed how you think about your own gender?

Susan: I have to say I'm really intrigued by the relatively recent emergence of nonbinary frames of reference and nonbinary identities. And it's not new in and of itself, right? Because for me back in the early ‘90s, it's what “transgender” meant; it actually meant more like “not a binary trans transsexual who just wants to disappear into the woodwork.” “Transgender” was [Susan makes explosion sound effect] – boom. And then it's come to mean something else. But I look back into the ‘60s, and I see things about “genderfuck,” or whatever. There's plenty of quote unquote “nonbinary” ways of expressing gender. It's not a new thing.

But what I think is new is that, as I read it, a lot of younger people who are embracing a nonbinary identity or they/them pronouns…it's not so much even that people are necessarily saying “I think of myself as androgynous,” or “I’m blending or mixing and matching,” but what I really hear is this deeper awareness of saying that ��society treats gender as if it is nonconsensual, and I'm just gonna call bullshit on all of that.” It’s just like “I don't agree with that perspective, I am orienting myself away from that,” or thinking about all the complexities of how cis and trans relate to each other.

The way that I think of it is “well, if cis means ‘on the same side’ and trans means ‘across,’ aren’t we all kind of different combinations of things we stay on the same side of, versus things that we cross over?” So for me the question is always: how are you being cis and trans – in what ways and what combinations? I think there's a really interesting conversation happening there about: when do you need to name specifically a trans difference? When do you need to call out an unstated norm? How do we all situate ourselves in this mix of different ways of moving across and staying on the same side of? That can too often just collapse into yet another biologically-defined-by bearing.

So I feel like I've learned that from younger people. ‘cause for me, the “cis” terminology…I was already thinking about trans before that word really started taking off, and I have found it really useful in some ways, and I find it to shut down necessary conversations in others. I guess those are the two main things.

Maybe another is that I am always blown away when I discover some small niche trans subcommunity, some subreddit or whatever. Just kind of like: wow! You've got a whole world of references here, and internal dialogues and dynamics and whatever. And I never even heard about this.

I call that “truffle hunting” – I love to find a good truffle that I have just never, never come across that tasty morsel before. And there's just so much of it. There are tens of millions of people who have some claim to trans community or identity, and that's a big place to live. I have not in my 30 years of foraging – plus all of the archival work that I've done – I have not in the least exhausted what is there to be found. It is an active, living, ongoing culture, and new stuff is coming up all the time. And I just love it when I find something that's new to me.

Tuck: Mhm. Well, it reminds me of something that you said that also ties well into our last question, which is: In that 2022 interview I keep referring back to, one thing you said was “...we simply don't know yet all that trans can do. It keeps doing new things, evolving over time.” And that mental image of it continuing to evolve – especially since we were talking that it is maybe in a moment of feeling like it's being co-opted by neoliberalism – and it's like as you said, we're in one moment, and it can evolve back out of that, and that's an exciting potential.

Susan: Yeah. You know, where that idea comes from for me is reading Spinoza, and reading Deleuze and Guattari – the post-structural cultural theorists. But this thing that Spinoza said back in the 1600s is like we don't even know yet what a body can do, and then Deleuze and Guattari pick up on this. But the basic idea there is that a capacity to affect and be affected by things that happen in the world…it's always relational.

It's like a body only means something or can do something or has certain capacities for acting or feeling in relationship to some other specific thing. It's not an essential quality that's intrinsic to the body; it's a capacity that emerges in the relationship of that body to the rest of the world. And so as the world changes, you might discover different capacities of your body or your identity. And so that sense that there's always a potential for something new to emerge feels really important to me.

I know what trans meant to me when I was thinking about it as a kid, and I was coming out into it as a young adult, and I've studied it as an old person, and now in this world it's like… what is trans going to become? It's not gonna be your grandma's transsexuality or transgender or transness. It’s gonna become something new. I see transness as a practice of freedom that is trying to find a way towards life. And so as material circumstances change, what new paths open up? What new needs emerge? What new strategies or tactics do people develop?

To me, to be trans is to be actively alive and engaged with the world around you. And it's experimental, and it's emergent, and it's a virtual…you’re grasping onto virtual potentials that might exist but are not yet fully materialized. And through your actions, you materialize those things that are virtually present in the material organization of the world at this moment. And I can't think of a way I'd rather be, you know? Even if the world is hard, even if it's all on fire and falling apart, and Project 2025 is staring us…[Tuck laughs]...right in the face. So even with all of that, I'm still really happy to be here now.

Tuck: Yeah! Well that perhaps completely covers our last question, but we have to ask it, cause we always do after every interview. So the way we always end the show is by asking: in your ideal world, what would the future of gender look like?

Susan: That it would increasingly be a means of self-expression and connection with others, and the more-than-human world, and less a structure of coercion and control.”]

[bananadramaaa]

hi banana!! i lovee your art and story-telling, and I'm so curious to learn more about Alastor's youngest sister, Bertilda. what's her personality like? what's her story after she leaves with Leonore, and how would you describe her relationship w/ Alastor in her older years (teen-young adult)?

Hi! Thank you so much💜 (it's gonna be a long post with some sensitive topics, so be careful)

Bertilda was a quiet and nervous kid. She got her dad's personality, in a way.

Their mother died when she was 6. Their dad was found dead 5 years later. She was 11. One tragedy after another left its mark on her. Especially as the youngest, she struggled to comprehend the underlying causes of their father's breakdowns, for example. Everyone was leaving. First their mother, then their oldest sister (who promised that she would return for them as soon as she found a well-paying job, but that never happened). Then Alastor began to leave home more often, disappearing to work part-time jobs, and Bertilda and Leo were left alone with their father, whose condition had deteriorated significantly after his wife's death.

Thoughts of leaving crossed older kids' minds more often. In the end, Alastor was able to place his younger sisters as apprentices of a kind lady who was a seamstress in the neighborhood. Bertilda didn't understand that choice. She didn't understand why they would leave their poor father all alone. He never left their ill mother, staying near her bed till the end, so why do they need to leave when he's not feeling well? She didn't like that lady, who was trying really hard to make them like her. Especially, she didn't like when that lady told her and Leo that they could call her 'mama'. Alastor tried to explain to the little girl the reason behind the decision to leave, but Bertilda couldn't grasp the idea. All she could think of was that they left their father behind. All alone. In an empty house. And again, 5 years later, they found out about their father's death from their close neighbour. The picture of a lifeless body of their father hanging from the ceiling stayed in Bertilda's mind till the end.

Some time later, Leonore found herself a suitor. They got married and had their first child. Bertilda continued to live with her sister and her family. She was 15 or 16 at the time. She worked part-time at a small café not far from home. Despite the lively household and regular contact with her brother, Bertilda couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment (and she was still hurt and even angry at her siblings for their decision to leave). She often stayed late after work and simply wandered through the streets. Problems with substances began as the tension between her and Leonore. Alastor began to write less and less.

After some time, Leo's husband found Bertilda a possible suitor. At first, everything was going well. She liked the guy, and he seemed to like her too. Her newfound love, if you can call it that, even motivated her to get out of her drug addiction. At 19 she got married and moved into a small house with her husband. But after just a couple of months of married life, problems began. Frequent arguments, shouting, and broken dishes. Feelings of guilt, abandonment, and hurt came to the surface again. Bad habits returned. Despite all this, her husband refused to agree to an official divorce because he didn't want to be judged by society. Bertilda returned to live with Leo and her family. She wasn't getting any better. She no longer understood why she was here. Alastor had stopped writing to Leo for at least a year, as it turned out, and her letters seemed to be failing to reach their intended recipient. The situation was exacerbated by a newspaper report where the girls recognised their brother as a serial killer. The young woman couldn't take it anymore and hanged herself.

[phantomknight25]

It Was Your Idea Babe, No Really You Came Up With It.

Morty- "Y/N, why does Rick always take you to fun places?"

Y/n- Oh, that's because I use subliminal messages.

Morty- What do you mean you use subliminal messages? There's no way that works on Rick.

Y/n- Of course it does Morty, how else do you think I got him to take me to Choco Fun Land.

Y/n- What you think I asked nicely? Rick needs to think he came up with the idea, if he doesn't then no matter how much fun he's having ,he's going to act miserable just out of spite.

Morty- So how do you do it exactly? I mean I've never seen you bring up these places or like leave out brochures.

Y/n- No no, that's to upfront. You have to be really subtle with Rick.

Morty- OK so how do you do it? I want to learn so I don't have to be dragged around to all those awful place.

Y/n- OK, well first off you have to be ready to spend months doing it.

Morty- Months!

Y/n- Yeah months, if you act to eager about a place then he's gonna pick up on it and you can kiss whatever fun adventures goodbye.

Morty- uuuuuuhhhh fine so months of work.

Y/n- So first thing your gonna do is scroll around on your phone for awhile and half heartedly mention whatever place you want.

Then you don't bring it up for a week or two, unless a commercial or something about the place pops up organically.

If that happens just say something like "Oh that was the place I was telling you about."

After that two weeks bring up something that you find interesting about the place.

Just do that for awhile and look up stuff about it on his computer or cell so he gets ads.

Morty- OK so act casual, wait awhile in-between bringing it up, and leave a digital trail so he gets advertisements.

Y/n- Yup that's pretty much it. Eventually he'll start to bring it up so you won't have to work so hard on being subtle.

Mort- Wow thanks Y/n, I can't wait to start tricking Rick into taking me places.

Rick- Y/N!

Y/n- Why are you yelling I'm right here.

Rick- DID -Uuuurp- YOU TELL MORTY TO SUBLIMINALLY MESSAGE ME!

Y/n- No, why would I tell him to do that? that is such an awful thing to do to someone.

Rick- He said that yo-uurp-u do it to get what you want so he should do it to.

Y/n- Rick you know I'm not OK with manipulation and subliminal messages is a form of manipulation.

Rick- Yeah your right he probably picked it up from Jerry.

Y/n- He definitely did.

Y/n- Anyway on a completely different note, did you know that the Ezon network had a massive botanical garden?

[ysrjune]

“ ᯓ SCOTT BARRINGER X TEEN!SON ˖ ֹ੭

a/n: request from @blckberrie 🍒 ,, first part is more about Leo than Scott, but it gets to both of them after that!

How does Leo act when he goes through puberty?

13 • Leo is very awkward and likes to keep to himself. He's often sitting in his room playing video games, painting/drawing, listening to music, or doing homework. He keeps himself busy—he doesn't like to stay still and be lazy unless there really is nothing better to do.

14 • He's not as awkward anymore. He knows how to “act normal” because he's more comfortable in his changing body. He's starting to look exactly like Scott, and he actually takes pride in it. Leo grew up hearing that his father was a good-looking man, so to be told he looks like Scott is an honor. Leo doesn't play football, and he doesn't take much interest in the idea as an extracurricular. Playing it with friends or relatives is fine.

15 • His freshman year of high school isn't as bad as he thought it would be. Scott told him how to get through high school smoothly. Leo seriously thinks his dad is a master mind at this kind of stuff. The 15 year old is actually very smart and gets great grades.

16 • The era of Leo's first girlfriend. He's so embarrassed to mention it to his parents, especially Scott, even though you'd think it would be his mother. No, Scott wants to know everything about this relationship. What the girls name is, why Leo likes her, what she looks like, has she had a boyfriend before, is she a skank?

“Dad!” Leo whines at the dinner table, sitting across from his parents as Scott is asking all these questions. “Whats so wrong with asking if she's a skank? There was a bunch of 'em back when K was tour age.” Scott smirks, knowing he was bothering Leo, but he didn't care. He always bothered Leo. “Scott, you're being annoying.” Leo's mother holds onto his father's forearm. “Thats what dads are supposed to be.” Scott responds.

“To be fair, dad.. Mom says you were pretty annoying before you even became one.”

“You two love to pick on me, dont you? But once the tables turn and it's my turn to have some fun, you get butthurt.” The older blond rolls his eyes and eats the food off his fork. “Look, sport. You just gotta be careful with girls, alright? And dont be getting them preg-”

“OKAY, DAD. JEEZ.” Leo blushes harshly.

17 • He's a carbon copy of his father. Witty, sarcastic, and kind of mean. Lately, he's been spending more time with Scott. They've gotten closer. They really do have the same kind of humor. They go out sometimes and make fun of their appearances or just say really dumb stuff. Leo also loves to argue with Scott to annoy him and get himself out of things.

“Leo, go get me a rag from the garage so I can clean this mess up.” Scott asks as he works on his car. “Get it yourself, man.” Leo rolls his eyes and stays put next to Scott.

Scott looks over at his son with an annoyed look. “You're out here to help me. Not sit on your ass. Get inside and get me a rag, now.”

“I dont even wanna be here in the first place! It's hot, and you didn't give me enough time to put on sunscreen, so now I'm gonna burn. And mom's gonna get pissed about it! All cause of you!”

“Leo just go get me the fucking rag, God damn it! You're such a bum. Go back inside afterwards—I dont wanna see you for the rest of the day. You piss me off.”

Leo came back from the garage with a rag but didn't go back inside like Scott said to. Instead, he was hovering.

“Why are you still out here? Go!” Scott groans, not looking at the teenage son.

“I changed my mind, I wanna spend time with my dear old papa.” Leo curls his finger in Scott's hair. “Im about to give you five across the face, moron. Leave me alone. Go back inside and lather yourself up with sunscreen or something.” Leo, for some reason, starting spinning around with his eyes closed.

“But fatherrrr! I wanna hel—STOPSTOPSTOP IM SORRY!” Leo yelps as he's getting wet by the hose. The cold, cold water caught him off guard. Scott starts laughing and sprays it all over Leo's face and hair. “DAD STOP IT!!” Leo keeps yelling, but honestly, it's his fault for not even attempting to move out of the way.

18 • Prom and Graduation! Scott starts Prom Day off by following Leo around the house and taking pictures of him everywhere—Leo getting out of bed, eating cereal on the couch in his boxers, brushing his teeth, trying on his outfit, and styling his hair. Leo's so mad. Scott is being so annoying. Leo didn't end up going to prom with a girl since he and that girl didn't end up lasting too long. He instead went with a group of buddies. All the boys were in glasses, and they just looked so silly. Again, Scott was taking hundreds of photos. Graduation went the same, basically.

ᯓ ♡ —

“ITS THE THIGGISH RUGGISH BONEEE” Leo yells around the house every few minutes. He's so obsessed with that part of the song. It gets on Scott's nerves how comfortable this kid is singing around the house like that. “I miss when he was too shy to ask how to shave.” Scott complains to his wife as they watch TV in the living room. “Hes always liked singing, Scott.”

“No, he's always liked being an annoying prick.”

“Sounds like someone familiar.” She laughs at Scott's unamused face.

Leo shuts his door when he goes back to his room, but then he turns his music on, using a speaker. Scott HATED when Leo would blast his music. Especially because he wasn't very fond of the type of music that Leo likes to listen to. Scott is hoping that this is a phase. LIVING DEAD GIRL is heard.

“This song again.” Scott throws his head back on the couch. “Is he not sick of this song? He listens to it every day, and you can hardly even understand what the guy is saying!”

ᯓ ♡ —

“Bruh im so HUNGRY.” Leo bursts into his parents' room and flops onto Scott. “Theres food in the fridge, fatty.” Scott replies, changing the TV channel. “I want in-n-out.” Leo says. “Do you have in-n-out money?” Scott shoots back. “Yeah, you have money saved up, dont you?” His mother asks.

“Oh.. hah.. about that money..” Leo says nervously. “Mother fucker I swear if you wasted that shit on something stupid, im gonna beat the hell out of you.” Scott didn't mean it, but he wanted to let Leo know that he really didn't want him to spend money on snacks or anything of the sort when there's some at home.

“I went to the game shop and bought a game.” Leo confesses. “You had 20 dollars. Are you telling me that you spent twenty dollars on a damn game?” Leo didn't want to answer. Scott was intimidating, so he just ignored him. “Ma, do you have money..” He asks. Scott scoffs and pushes Leo off of him. “With your ugly ass..”

ᯓ ♡ —

“I dont like her. She's too nice. She's hiding something.” Scott whispers to his wide with a raised eyebrow as Leo and his girlfriend walk away to go get something in the kitchen. “She gives floozy vibes.” She gasps and elbows Scott. “This is a 16 year old girl you're talking about!”

“What?! I was 16 once, too! And And! There were a bunch of 'em.” He whispers again. Scott takes another look at the girl. “You know what, she sort of looks more like a loser now that I think about it. We're safe, amiga.” Scott smiles. “Literally shut up. I hate you. I wish you left me when I was pregnant.”

“Girl you better check this attitude, I do not like it.” Scott rolls his eyes and shoves his hand to her face with a laugh.

The girl and Leo look back at his parents, and Leo's face is flushed. “Ignore them.. they're weirdos.”

ᯓ ♡ —

“And so then we take this tool and??” Scott asks Leo as they work on teaching Leo how to do an oil change. “Er.. I dont know. I wasn't paying attention. I was watching Crash fight with the neighbors cat.” Crash is Leo's cat. The one he'd had since he was 7.

“Oh my God. Did you forget to take your normal pills?” Scott groans. Normal pills.. Leo introduced Scott to the dream meme, so now he calls Leo's medication for ADHD "normal pills."

“OH MY GOSH!!! I knew I had forgotten something. It was right at the bottom of my nose! I'll be right back, big dawg.” Leo pats Scott's back and goes inside. Scott was fighting demons right now. This kid needs a to-do list, definitely.

ᯓ ♡ —

“GIRL WHY CANT YOU SEE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME? AND IT JUST TEARS MY ASS APART TO KNOW THAT YOU DONT KNOW MY NAAAAAAMMEEE” Leo sings to his mom as she makes dinner. “Who sings that song?” Scott walks in with a few groceries. “Dad, oh my God. How do you not know? Its by D12!”

“Keep it that way.”

She cackles, seeing how Leo's face literally goes: 🤨.. 😐

“HAW-HAW! Good one!” Leo says sarcastically and sits down at the table.

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[writting-thingz]

Shower Confessions

A/N: So this isn't my normal thing to write. I don't usually delve too much into NSFW stuff. Forgive me if he seems ooc or the details don't line up right. Im going to try my best with a warning, but if something is labeled wrong or needs to be added, please let me know.😅

Synopsis : Being Deku's patrol partner, it gets tiring seeing him always overworking himself. Whether it's taking on extra patrol or doing paperwork for other people's cases. Regardless, you've been helping him work around that by simply being there. If he's going on those extra shifts, so are you, if hes doing extra work, so are you. He's tried to fight it, but the argument of 'he's doing it too' wins. Obviously, this has led to a lot of time together. Your tactics have become more playful as you get more comfortable with putting your foot down when he's trying to pick up more work.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: MDNI 🔞 NSFW Fem!reader X Prohero Izuku, Aged-up Izuku, masturbation in the shower (Izuku), reader catches him moaning her name, reader teases Izuku, Begging (Izuku)he calls reader angel like once or twice, no beta reader... (if i forgot something to warn let me know. This is my first time posting something like this)

You look over seeing that Deku was pulling over another file to work on, but they had finished with their work for today. You huff and walk around his desk. After picking up his file and moving it, you hop up on the desk to sit.

"You said I don't get to overwork myself, so neither do you. If you try to use the sides of the desk I'll just lay across it, and if that doesn't work-" you place your feet on the chair on either side of him, "I'll just move where im sitting." You use your feet to pull the chair closer and leans your knees against the head rest on either side of his shoulders, "do we really need to go that far?" Deku quickly pushes the chair away and gets up. He faces away from you,

"N-..*achem* No. I'm gonna go shower.. and change." His words seemed strained and you worried you'd gone too far. You watch him leave then finishes tidying up the room.

Once you were ready, you head to go change. You were passing by the entry for the male side and could hear quiet pained whimpers. You wa

Ere worried that Deku was hurt ot that she really did go too far earlier. At least, you thought that until you could hear your name,

"Y-Y/n... Y/n mmn.." you quickly looks around to make sure no one is nearby then cautiously step into the male shower area. The closer you got the more clearly you could hear the show and his quiet and stuttered moans. Your eyes widen, taking in the sight before you. His back against the side show wall, his wet hair messily pressed against his forhead, and his head leaning to the side.

"..damn" the word slipped out before you had had the chance to catch it.

"Fuck!" Izuku jumped his hand stuttering to a stop, "sh-shit.. when did- why are-"

"Oh dont stop on my account. If this is how youre going to overwork yourself, you've got the green light." You waved one of your hands dismissively, your eyes never lifting from where his hand was. Izuku took a moment to think about it, utterly embarrassed but aware of an opportunity to fulfill his need.

"Y/n.." your gaze snaps up to his pleading and desperate look, "I-.." he swallows his doubt, "I need you." A warm sensation flutters in your stomach and you almost melt for him right then and there.

You looks over the shower, you hated the idea of being so exposed in a dirty and small space, but for him? For that look on his face? You'd do just about anything.

"I'll make you a deal. You finish f'me, show me how pretty you look begging for me.. and you can have whateve you want." You offers and coo, "that sound fair? ..Izu~" Izuku's hand tightens and he whimpers at how soft his name was said. He nods his head repeatedly choking out a,

"Y-yes. Yes. I.. can do that"

"Atta boy" you hum, you slowly strip from your clothing and ensuring it was in a dry spot, but kept your bra and panties on. His eyes glance over you only breifly. Red takes over his face and he looks away. You click her tounge, "you can look Izuku-" he lets out another whimper, "awe, you like me calling you by name? Hm? Pretty boy~" you watched as his hand picked up speed and soft moans slipped from his lips. You step in the shower behind him and ghosts your lips over his neck. You look to see if he is okay with further touch and to your delight hr gives a pathetic nod.

"Please~" he begs

"Please.. what?" You quirks a brow

"Fuck.. pl- ngh... please kiss me, t-.. touch me ah~"

"Mmm-" you hums against his neck, raking your teeth along Izuku's pulse point, "only because you asked so nicely." You pepper slow kisses along his neck and on his lower jaw. "Is this what you wanted?" You purr. Surprisingly he shakes his head and you quirks a brow again, "oh~ what did you have in mind, hm?" Your arm snakes around and drags down his stomach, stopping before it reaches where he needed you most.

"Mmn.. i wan- Back in the office I- Ieeee" his voice spiking as your hand gently dragged along his inner thigh.

"Keep going Izu" you warn him and start to pull away.

"Wait! Ngh, Y/n please. I-I back in the office" he quickly sputters out. "I wanted hah.. to pull you your legs ov-over my shoulder and tell you if-" he hisses as your hand drag along his inner thigh again, much closer to where his wanted you. "-if you want me to leave then give me a treat."

"You were gonna -tell- me, hm? Was that all you were going to do Izuku?" You gently kiss the top of his ear as he lets out a gutteral moan.

"Ifff I finish I'll show you"

"If? Awe you dont think you can make it? You need help that bad Izu?"

"Yes..yes. I need you Angel, ineedyousobadpleaseangelplease" it was quick how deeply he dived into desperate pleas. He begs you as his hand moves faster trying hard to imagine it was you.

Your eyes were blown wide with lust. It was entertaining seeing him squirm and beg but it was obvious that this was just as hard for you as it was for him. The whole time your legs were squeezing and rubbing against each other behind him. The action hadn't gone unnoticed by him. After moving to his side, away from the water, you take his free hand guides it into yoyr panties.

"You feel that?" You lightly drag his fingers over your slick lips, "You don't want to waste that do you? Hm, Izu?" He mananges to sneak a quick swipe over your clit before you pull his hand out, biting back a moan. His gaze was watching yoyr every reaction as you pulls that hand up to your lips. You licks and clean his hand slowly. Your eyes slowly fluttering close. He pulls his hand out of yoyr mouth but not from your hand. Moaning your name breathlessly as he finally snaps, his hips stuttering to a stop. Ropes of cum spurting out. "Good boy~" you reach over giving his dick a few pumps to help milk his high. However, Izuku quickly grabs yoyr wrist and pins it over your other wrist, against the wall. He leans up and kisses her roughly.

"Put you clothes on. We're going back to my office, " he commands through gritted teeth. You giggle and do as you're told

"Yes, sir!"

[theladysherlock]

Goliath Liveblog Wrap-Up

Holy shit you guys we did it

I'm gonna get a little sentimental under the cut, but TL;DR: Thank you all so much for having fun with me during the liveblog, I had a fantastic time.

I'm a little surprised it only took me six-ish months, considering how much I have to say about everything. If you'd asked me, I would have assumed it would take eight-ish months, due to my well-established pattern of yapping about everything.

My dad tells a story about how when he was a kid and he finished reading The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien, he was so excited and amped up by the end that he had to start jumping on his bed to get some of the energy out. My version of this story is that when I finished reading Goliath at the age of 13, I was so full of adrenaline that I had to walk laps around my empty house and yell for a bit. Goliath was the very first book to do that to me, and I have been chasing that high ever since. (It's MY turn to have my brain chemistry altered by a book inspired by the horrors of WWI)

Goliath is maybe my favorite book ever (definitely the book that has the biggest impact on me) and I loved getting to pick it apart and see the stuff that makes it work. I love the character work, I love the themes, I love the New York City era so much that it makes me look stupid.

I cannot fully express how much fun I had doing this. Getting to revisit these books with a fine tooth comb and dig into all my favorite stuff, looking at themes and symbolism and characterization, was such a blast. And I loved making stupid jokes along the way too. I love a stupid joke.

Another thing that's genuinely meant a lot to me is everyone's interactions with the posts. I got at least one friend to read the series by talking about it so much, and a bunch more people reread the books because I was talking about them so much. (Y'all were MUCH faster than me, though, I was on a slow drip listening while I got ready for work most mornings.) Every time I got a reply in the comments or someone reblogged something and put their own ideas in the tags, it made me so happy. It's like we have a little book club here and I'm just leading discussion. I tried to get to most of the comments and have a conversation but I'm sure I missed a few.

Not to sound like I'm fishing for notes, because I'm not, but I wanna hear what everyone's favorite topic of discussion was. If you are so inclined, go ahead and drop that in the replies of this post so we can talk about it some more! Or make your own discussion post-- despite the fact that I've fucking flooded the tags at this point, I don't have a monopoly on Leviathan analysis.

And for everyone who follows me who doesn't read these books (especially those of you I know IRL who I will see face-to-face): Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Thank you for coming along on this incredibly close look into my psyche. I genuinely think a lot of things about the way that I am as a person will fall into place if you know these books and what they mean to me.

This is a little personal, but the response to the liveblog has genuinely helped me with the fact that I am worried all the time that I'm annoying the people I'm spending time with and they all secretly want me to go away and shut the fuck up forever. With very few exceptions (people who have known me for decades, friends who have assured me over and over and over and over again), this happens with every single person I talk to, despite any and all evidence to the contrary. This feeling is significantly more prevalent whenever I talk about stuff I like, but can and will show up at any time. I often have to remind myself that my friends do actually want to spend time with me and they want to listen to what I have to say.

So the fact that I talked a lot about the thing that I like the most, and the response was overwhelmingly positive? Even from people who haven't read the books? That really helped me combat the feeling that nobody actually wants me around, knowing that people want to hear more of what I have to say. I cannot thank you enough for this gift.

I'm probably going to do another liveblog series on a different book series in the future, because I had so much fun with this one, but I'm not going to start that for a while. The anime comes out in a month, after all, and I'm sure I'm going to have a LOT to say about it, so we'll wait until that hype has died down before I jump into something new.

Again, thank you all for coming along for the ride while I went off on a posting adventure. This has been an absolute blast and I have thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

[quosterswampdregs]

Stun Spore Stubbornness

NEW OC NEW OC!! I'm gonna get the popular votes out soon, but I've been reading the responses from this poll and drawing out some of the ideas that I really liked. This is one of them, which called for a Pokémon anthro Arcanine and nothing more. I fleshed out the idea to make a jock team-leader for a college team, who parades around a university with a pack of goons behind her.

Anyway, this fic features her and two of her top goons, Keegan and Brando, who get wound up in stun spore after bullying a buddew named Oren.

Below's a fic to go with it!! Pokemon nerds will get all the little refrences and moves that I added to it, so if you're a fan, look out for those!!

Stun Spore Stubbornness

Nyx held a large sports ball under one arm and against her hip. She surveyed the field with squinted burgundy eyes. Usually, this time on Tuesdays, the field would be completely empty and free for the taking. It was something that the University’s weather ball team had scheduled week in and week out—so to see the field instead occupied by a small collective of grass and fairy types with books on the turf made her blood boil.

“Phoenyx, we’ve got a situation,” a voice emerged from behind her, belonging to a houndour that barely came up to her hips in height. She curled her lip down at him and the approaching hisuian growlithe, both matching in varsity jackets and sports jerseys.

“Ugh,” she flicked an ear dismissively. “I can see that. Keegan, go sniff things out.”

Upon hearing his name and orders, the growlithe sprang to attention and rushed ahead with a chipper ‘yes ma’am,’ and a wagging tail. She swallowed a smirk as he left—what? She couldn’t help how amusing it was to see him practically rolling over at any task she gave him. As for the houndour… “Brando! Why are you sitting there? Go with him!”

“Oh-!! Sorry!” And off he went in pursuit. Phoenyx watched intensely from the window, shifting her stance and fluffing her mane. She couldn’t hear the back and forth between the two hounds and the group on the turf. The whimsicott there seemed to blatantly ignore them, the ribombee flew over to their eye level for a chat. There was a leafeon in a plaid skirt and round spectacles who gestured as if to shoo them away. There were a few others there she simply couldn’t make out from this angle and this distance, but it was enough for the duo to take paces backward with considerable pause. Amateurs, where was their spark?! How could it be so hard to tell a couple of grass types to get lost!?

Huffing twin flames from her nostrils, she shouldered herself outside and began to make her way over. Just the thought of having to put these grassy gliders in their place and get her own goons in order was giving her a bit of temper flare; it summoned fierce flames which clouded around her clenched teeth and gathered up against her flaring nostrils, occasionally licking outward with every huff.

She heard an audible “look out” from the Ribombee as she stomped their way. Clearly, her natural intimidation was working, as the ribombee and whimsicott roused in favor of beginning to pack up. Keegan, the hisuian growlithe, wiggled his fingers tauntingly.

“Keheheh!! Not so brave now, huh? Better hide before Nyx stuffs ya in a locker!” Unbelievable, truly. Must she do everything herself around here? As she closed the distance, her hand reached out to grab Keegan by his entire head—her palm was just that big to envelop his skull and get a good grip.

“Can it, punk!!” She snarled, chewing menacingly on the flames spilling from her throat and pooling on her tongue. Her eyes trailed up to the spectacled Leafeon, who was adjusting her glasses with one hand and her sweater vest with the other.

“Oh—urg…we were just leaving. Right, guys? …guys?” 

Nothing. In fact, empty space sat where a whimsicott, ribombee, hoppip, and lurantis were supposed to be; they had left no trace but fallen leaves and vague outlines of dust. The leafeon’s movements doubled as she grabbed her shoulder bag and rose to her feet. “H-hey!! Wait up!! Come on, Oren!”

Initially confused, Phoenyx looked down to see what the leafeon left behind as she ran off—or rather, who left themselves behind. A little budew, whose face was scrunched in a tiny scowl and whose stance was wide.

“You all are just a big bucket of bullies!!” He insisted, shouting with all of his might, which barely reached her ears. “You could’ve just asked us to move!!”

“Yeah?? Well, nerds like you should’ve read the schedule today, you would’ve known this ain’t your space to begin with!!” Brando, the Houndour, barked. “This field’s for the weather ball team now!! There’s about to be like twenty of us out he—”

“Brando!!” Nyx chuffed, lifting her fingers before balling them tight to get him to shut his yap. She looked down at the budew, who quickly realized his lonesome against three fire hounds was an uphill battle, and took two trembling paces back. He turned and hopped away, only to trip and eat the turf not even a foot away. Setting Keegan down, she gestured with her finger for him to go around Oren and block his exit—he wouldn’t be getting away from this conversation easily, not if she had something to say.

“Listen up, leech seed,” Fire cloaked every word she got her teeth around, spewing outward with every ‘s’ sound. “Have you ever seen a florges with no flowers? A wooloo with no wool?! Better yet, you ever see a sudowoodo look like charcoal? That’s what happens to dweebs like you who get in my way. Now you wanna blow taunts on my territory? Puff out your pods?! I’ll knock you out!! Better yet, turn you to ash—a nurse wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“P-please!” The budew whimpered, standing up clumsily before running, only to collide with Keegan’s knee and fall helplessly on his back. He was masterfully balanced onto Keegan’s foot before the growlithe began to dribble him from foot to foot like a soccer ball. He passed the poor soul to Brando, who bounced him off his chest and onto his head, before sending him skyward with a headbutt. Phoenyx grabbed the puny grass type in a fist, much like one would snag a baseball before an opening pitch.

“Look at this little punk,” she cracked a wide grin, “I could just eat you up. Leafy sprouts make a dog big and strong, y’know.”

“D-don’t—! I’m poisonous!!” He whimpered, voice cracking and leaping an octave.

“Pah!! I’ve turned a koffing into a chew toy, big deal!”

As she snarled and neared the budew to her maw, a cry of terror and fear escaped him with an explosion of yellow dust. The pods above him burst open, revealing red and blue dots that were throbbing with powder. Some sort of defense mechanism, one that he was clearly deeply mortified of releasing. 

“Huff—snRKKFF!!” Purely reactionary, but it pulled clouds of the stuff into her waiting nostrils. The sensation was like feathers at first, thick particles of spores and pollen nuzzling up against her nasal walls, powdering her septum and turning it yellow. Her nostrils began flaring and flexing, one at a time, sometimes lifting high, other times narrowing with irritation. Then her muscles suddenly cramped and locked up. Her shoulders tensed, her fingers unclasped and bent into claw shapes, and her nostrils were forced at full flare, inviting more and more of the powder into them with every confused breath.

Stun spore; Phoenyx was paralyzed! Crackles of shock clawed across her fur and made it stand on end. She felt arcs of static leaping about inside her nostrils, exciting and firing off any nerve it bumped against.

Upon realization, the budew stood up in her palm, looking a bit spent and hugely embarrassed. “G-guh-!! Sorry!!” He panted, hopping out of her paralyzed hand and onto the turf. He scurried off between Keegan’s legs and towards the bleachers, but before Keegan could turn in pursuit, Brando grabbed his shoulder to halt him.

“Uhh, Keegs? What do we do about…?”

“Nyuh?? Wuh-oh,” Keegan’s eyes became visible behind his low bangs as the Arcanine before them twitched, before drawing a large breath.

“hHUHH—!! UTCHHhh’hEEE!!” Her first sneeze was just as loud as it was strong. Flames burst from her mouth and nose as her ears pinned in aggravation. The two leapt out of the way of the gouts, falling to the turf.

Nyx lifted her head again. The tickle inside her nose was unearthly, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was magnified by the piercing scent of burning rubber from the artificial turf below. As she snorted and coughed, she pinched and rubbed her nose desperately between her paw pads. There were too many spores in her nose, she needed to burn it out of her system!

But the paralysis was unpredictable. One moment, she was fanning her face and snorting with fury; the next, her arms would lock up, and she’d bite her tongue. She’d begin hitching, huffing, only for her face to freeze in a desperate pre-sneeze expression, leaving only her nostrils to flex and flare beyond her control. With her jaw clamped shut, she could only snort and huff through her nostrils, which inevitably sucked more and more powder into her twitching nose. The more spores dancing about inside her nose, the more static bounced around ceaselessly, inching her closer and closer to a sneeze. One that, at this point, she was desperate to release, just to get it over with.

It was at its worst when her canine nostrils would flare open wide, only for the static shock of stun spore to lock the muscles in place. It left them impossible to close, even if she could move her arms freely. Jaws frozen shut in a snarling expression, but borderline whimpering from the insatiable tickle invading her nostrils with every passing second. She brought her hands up to her nose, angrily pressing and shoving at her septum to smother the tickle or fruitlessly massage her nose back into working order. She pinched at her nostrils, but much like a fully flexed bicep, it was nearly impossible to squeeze down. She pressed her palm to her huffing nares, violently swiping her hand back and forth. But alas—nothing. As a last resort, she brought up her pinkie fingers and plugged her nostrils with the finger pads. Given all her desperate snorting and sniffing, they slotted perfectly snug into place. It worked initially to halt the sensation, but her arms and hands locked up as well, keeping whatever spores and scents trapped inside her muzzle. The irritants had nowhere to travel but deeper into her membranes, tickling and teasing her furthest reaches. She had been balancing on this sneeze endlessly, to Keegan’s and Brando’s concern (and slight amusement).

“Surely you must have learned your lesson by now!”

Nyx’s ear flickered as her only measure of attentiveness, but her eyes were pinched shut. She could hear something buzzing by her ear, and tiny little chitinous feet landed on her nose. Her nose began vibrating with the rapid buzzing of the creature's wings. It must have been that ribombee, whom she hadn’t cared to learn her name.

“Hey!!” Keegan barked, “you—!! You leave Nyx alone!”

“Yeah, yeah! Buzz off!!” Brando added quickly.

“Trust me, I don’t want her all paralyzed either. Help me out, would you two? Grab her arms, she needs some aromatherapy!

The two dogs, with nothing better to do, shrugged and complied. Keegan rolled up his sleeves before leaping up to grab Nyx’s upper arm. He weighed it down, releasing her fingerpad from her nostril with a satisfying suction sound. The same was done with the other, only it took Brando two attempts to leap as high and grab her arm. With her nostrils free and huffing fresh air, the ribombee held onto the tip of her nose, looking down at the twin caverns below. Her long brown scarf dangled and draped, tickling at her twitching septum. Her yellow fur bristled as a thick, sweet scent poured from her and clouded the area. It alone was enough to get Keegan and Brando sniffing curiously at the air. Afterwards, only as Phoenyx’s nose began violently twitching once more, the ribombee fluttered up and out of the way. Her work here was done!

All of the acanine’s muscles relaxed at once. She got weak in the legs and arms for only a moment, and her ears drooped in relief. When she found her strength again post-paralysis, her first order of business was to shake off the two goons holding onto her arms. As the two fell onto the ground, she reared her head back and parted her maw with a tremendous gasp.

“hHUH—!! HAAH..!!”

“Scram, Brando!” Keegan yipped, and the Houndour didn’t need to be asked twice. “Hey—!!”

“Wah!!” He shoved past, waving his arms as if it’d help him run any faster. Keegan was much less concerned—his dual typing would mean half the pain that Brando would ever be dealt, after all.

“HAH—hhH! HATCHH’IEE!! hhHAADSCHEE!!” She sneezed violent clouds of fire, which rocketed between her clenched teeth and out of her nostrils. If anything would incinerate the irritants in her nose, it was that. Afterwards, she staggered back, bleary and shivering from overexerted muscles.

“Yeesh, Nyx! You good?” Keegan wandered up as she sighed, drooling from a dry mouth.

“Ngh..! Fine,” she growled, considerably more toned down. She didn’t dare eye the ribombee who blessed her, nor the grass types hiding behind the bleachers. She couldn’t even find Oren, who was doubtlessly over there soaking in the last laugh. Damn it all! “Boys!! Go set up the field. I’m grabbing the rest of the team.”

With that, Phoenyx marched off, hiding the mortified blush across her cheeks.

[callsignmercy]

CLEM ITS BEEN 1 YEAR I MISS YOU AND YOUR TOP GUN STUFF

Hi, it’s Wolfman - Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe.

Prompt: You and Leonard didn’t end your relationship in the best of terms but a surprise phone call from him three years later might change everything

Words ~1500

Warning: none

Notes: Hello back folks! Not back full time but I managed to finish this small fic that had been in my drafts for a year so enjoy! And not gonna lie publishing a new fic after so long did put a smile on my face. If you have any prompt ideas let me know so I can get my inspiration back flowing. Do not copy, translate or repost my work without my consent ! Highly unedited but it’s 2am you’ll excuse me.

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« Hey, it’s y/n I'm not home right now but leave a message and I’ll call you back. »

Of course he would end up on your machine. It was the middle of the day so you were most certainly at work. He sighed and put his back against the wall. “Hey, it’s wolfman…” he said on the other end of the phone.

The fact that your ex-boyfriend of three years could call you out of the blue after so much time shocked you.

It didn’t really end well between you two actually. It ended in screams and cries for the both of you over stupid pointless things.

“I am just saying you’re never home anymore. I know you have a job with responsibilities and everything but whenever you’re not on deployment you spend your days and night with your friends or at the bar but never with me anymore. I can’t stay with someone that doesn’t want to be with me anymore Leonard. You’re exhausting to be around, emotionally and mentally.” You cried. He didn’t reply. He looked at you for a minutes with tears in his eyes. Instead he just left again and actually this time, he never came back. You couldn’t even cry anymore because you had cried too much already. You just accepted the fact that he would probably never come back home.

And he never did. It’s been 3 years since he left. You had no idea what he was up to now and to be honest you didn’t care anymore.

« I don’t even know if you’re home right now, you’re probably at work or whatever. Or maybe you’ve changed your number or I don’t know. But if this is you please call me back ´cause »

His voice stopped for a minute, you were waiting, wanting to know what he will tell you next. How is it that after so much time you cared so much ?

Hearing his voice brought back memories you didn’t know you had anymore.

« For god’s sake Leonard talk! » you said to yourself.

« We’ll ´cause I miss you. » he said and your heart dropped. You didn’t know hearing him say this would hurt so much but it does and you hate him for saying this.

« Leonard wait ! » you shout as you pick up the phone.

There is a deafening silence as you wait for him to speak.

« H-hi, I uh… I didn’t know if you would be at home or not. I uh… I just called because hum well I uh… » You wait, hopeful as Leonard keeps bumping on his words.

« I miss you. » He finally says. You bite your lip, trying to find your words. After all, you went no contact for three years. « It’s a little late for this don’t you think ? » You reply. « I know. » He replies with a sigh. « Why now ? » « You were right. That day when you told me I was never there for you. You were right. I spent all my time back then with my friends and at work and I didn’t put you first and I regretted it and the fact that you made me face the truth scared me because I didn’t want you to be able to read me the way you did so I just- I left. And I have regretted this every second of every day ever since but I can’t face the truth anymore. I am not scared to admit that you were right and I’m not scared to admit that I miss the way you used to know every single thing about me and the way you knew what I thought and what I felt and I miss you. I miss us. I have changed Y/N, I’m not scared of this anymore and I want all of this back. I need all of this back. » You stay silent for a minute as you process his words as a single tear pearls in your eye. « Why should I trust you ? You left me when it got real so what tells me you won’t do it again ? » You reply. « I know it’s hard to regain trust in somebody and I know I broke that trust when I left and I know it’s going to be hard for you to trust me again but I want to put in the work that’s needed. I still love you Y/N and I know you might not love me back anymore but please Y/N, give me another chance. »

You ponder the pros and cons of this decision silently and the line goes silent for a while before you reply. « I still love you too. »

Leonard let’s out a sigh of relief and it makes you smile. “I’m uh- I’m in Miramar right now. It’s hard I can’t lie.” Hearing this makes you smile. “Wow TopGun. You made it Leonard. I’m so happy for you.” “Thanks.” He replies with a chuckle. “I don’t think I would’ve made it without you.” “How so ? We haven’t seen each other in three years.” “I never forgot about us. And I told myself I needed to do this, to be a better man, for you to be proud of me. I fucked us up but I was willing to not let myself down. I did this for myself but I did this for us too.” “I really am proud of you Leonard. You can be proud of yourself.” “Thank you Y/N.”

Well now that I know how you feel I’m for sure not going to let you go again Y/N.” He replies as you smile to yourself. “I think I really need to see you and tell you face to face that I’m unable to forget you and that I still love you Y/N.” His words made your heart miss a beat. “You do?” You ask. “Yeah.”

There is a silence between you two. But it’s not at all uncomfortable. You’re simply trying to take it all in. What he said, what you’re thinking, what’s next. “So what next?” You ask.

Another silence filled the room. “I really need to see you Y/N.” “I’m actually not too far believe it or not. I moved to San Diego a few months ago.” You reply. “You did?” “Yeah I needed a change of scenery so I picked a city and moved. After all there was nothing holding me back anymore. I really like it here, it’s peaceful and I got a new job in a new school after I finished college and here I am.” “Wow Y/N I’m really happy for you really.” “Thanks Leonard, that means a lot to me.” “So when can I see you?” “When do you finish Top Gun?” “In a few weeks” “Well I can come up to Miramar when you’re finished and we can start over.” “I’d love that Y/N” “Alright then. Call me when you’re finished.” “My graduation is on the 27th.” “Is this an invitation? You know I don’t actually need to tap you out anymore right? This isn’t flight school Leonard.” “I know yeah. But I’d still like it if you came.” “I’ll see what I can do then.”

A few weeks later you’ve decided to surprise Leonard for his TopGun graduation. He had called you a couple days ago but you were unable to get back to him and confirm you were going to be there on the day. You were sitting in the back trying to find Leonard in the crowd of his peers. For once he wasn’t able to wear his famous Stetson so you had a hard time discerning him in the crowd of dress whites. When you finally spotted him you couldn’t help but grin. He seemed restless in his seat, trying to see if you had actually come but wasn’t able to spot you.

He turned around, surprised, and when he saw you his faced changed for the biggest smile you’ve seen on him and he engulfed you into the tightest hug ever. His faced nestled itself in your neck and the knot in your stomach loosened instantly.

“You’re here.” He said quietly without letting go of you. “I always keep my word you know that.” “I know. I adore you for this.” He said after finally loosening his grip. “And I love you.” Hearing the words come out of his mouth after three years made your heart skip a beat. “Shit, Y/N you remember Hollywood.” He said while turning around to face his fellow airman. “Oh my god, I didn’t recognise you there Rick. How are you?” “I’m great Y/N, long time no see, how are you?” “Doing great now. Decided to surprise this one today.” You reply looking at Wolfman as he turns his face to you with a tender smile on his face. “Are you back together?” Hollywood ask, grinning. “I’m going to do everything for it to happen.” Leonard replies, looking gently into your eyes as you give him a gentle smile.

[johnnyshrine]

★ 127 // “Chao”

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

something something au where recently divorced but still extremely closeted trent walks into a bar owned by beard and frequently bartended by ted

[jessicas-pi]

The amulet was heavy in her hand.

Sabine knew she ought to destroy it. Even if she couldn't, she ought to at least try. Hurl it off the cliff, if nothing else.

But with the Tessarect gone, maybe for good, this was their only chance. If she lost it, Ahsoka lost all hope of returning home. Anakin would be forever parted from his wife and children. The Nine Realms would plunge into chaos.

And she would never see Ezra again.

Ezra.

An old voice in her head—the rasping snarl of the Goddess of Mischief—roused itself once more at the thought of him, and for a split second, she felt sixteen again, staring down a deranged princess in the Helicarrier cell.

Is this love, little killer?

Maybe it was love. Maybe it was need. Maybe it was dependence, or fear, or attachment. She didn't know what it had been then, and she didn't know what it was now. All she knew was that there had been a lump of ice in her chest where her heart should be, and that since the moment Ahsoka barged into the Tower with the promise that there was hope, it had been throbbing like frostbitten fingers held too near a flame.

Sabine Wren wasn't used to feeling much hope.

Maybe that was why she clung to it so very fiercely. Beyond reason, beyond logic, beyond even right and wrong, Sabine clung.

She would not let go.

So, gulping once around the lump in her throat, she stepped towards Baylan Skoll, still holding the artifact tightly.

(Her ledger was already bloody red. What was one stain more?)

"Here," she said, numbly, because the parts of her that weren't burning up were dulled with cold. "Restore the Bifrost—and send me to Jotunnheim."

And she placed the Eye of Moirai in the palm of his hand.

[moe-broey]

My homunculus

Hashtag my homunculus

[soggy-fishsticks]

guys ive been drawing so much lately I've been starting to actually hate it 🙁

[britneyshakespeare]

you know something i don't like about modern culture (and i wonder to what extent the prevalence of dating apps has to do with it) is that you're, seemingly, not supposed to ask people you just meet in real life on a date anymore? you're supposed to ask them to see you individually to hang out, and you're not supposed to call it anything...? people act like declaring intent is impolite or something.

this absolutely sucks if you're a woman on the receiving end of this kind of thing all the time, from men you don't wanna see privately that way. i've felt so much guilt about it in my life. whether i say no or yes. i know i'm giving that man hope that it's a date, that i wanna go on a date with him if i agree to see him for coffee or whatever. but if i don't wanna go on this undeclared date, i have to reject the very concept of spending time with him at all, which feels SOOO much meaner and more personal, doesn't it? it feels like that to me. and if i do go, and i don't wanna go on another one (because i never enjoyed the it-pretty-much-being-a-date element of the time), it feels like i'm crushing his hopes after puffing them up just a little bit.

and it's like. "date" is not a dirty word. we have so many expectations nowadays around things. women used to sit around and wait for a man to propose to them, and it would be basically the only decision they could make in their life. not even really the choice to marry, but to whom they get married. and obviously marriage was very serious.

as courtship continued to develop into modern dating and boyfriend/girlfriend culture, it sort of decentralized the importance or marriage and valued getting to know someone you like romantically, with the implicit assumption that you're doing it with the attempt to better choose the 'right one' by spending quality time with them. decent enough. although even the words boyfriend and girlfriend are much more serious than they used to be. they did not always imply a serious commitment like they do today, especially if you're... basically, just not a kid anymore.

people have a certain amount of expectation of what anyone over 18 should do or want to do with a "partner"—like, if this were the 1940s, i would've had several "boyfriends" in my adult life, but i never called them that, and the modern sense of that word would not be accurate. if i went on a date or two and flirted with them, that'd be enough to say "yeah i went out with a boyfriend." i'm mostly indifferent to this change of vocabulary, but the point is i have no word to describe any of those guys that i just gave a chance, never felt much for, and didn't wanna keep seeing. not bad things; it's just experience.

and if we aren't bold enough to call things dates for the sake of the atmosphere not losing the low-stakes nature... it's like, no, it doesn't do that. it's just two people spending time with the elephant in the room. perhaps that makes it feel more relaxed if both people really are doing it with the same intent, let's-just-see-if-we-get-along, figuring out if you like someone you don't really know very well yet. testing it. but like. that can be a date. that's what a lot of dates are. when you meet the person on a dating app and just grab coffee without setting higher expectations, you wouldn't hesitate to call it a date. if it's that person from your college class, that's ruder or more presumptuous, somehow?

a date doesn't have to be a candlelit dinner with the violinist standing by. a date doesn't have to be high romance. a date doesn't have to end with a kiss or lead to a commitment, if things go decently. a date certainly doesn't have to result in two people having sex. a date can be nonchalant and friendly and just trying to discover if you have any chemistry with this person who piqued your interest. why is that NOT the initial expectation anymore? why is "date" a dirty word? why?

[keeps-ache]

it's so cool having my own phone now bc i Did realize i can take as many seemingly pointless videos and photos as i want :3 here's my lettuce from earlier cuz i thought she was pretty