#think about it 😉

[the-last-dillpickle]

If Garak + Bashir = Hannibal + Will, then Sloan = Chilton. Food for thought.

[smarthily]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024 Day 7 - Relationship Unconditional love

[loganslowdown4]

Logan: The quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth rib.

Logan: The quickest way to a woman's heart too.

Logan: Anyone, really.

Virgil:

Logan: Oh, you wanted romantic advice.

Virgil: Yes, thanks!

Logan: Ask Roman.

[nagaparadise]

As a worshipper of the Forest Guardian, you wanted to show your appreciation for him however you can, but you began to feel that your usual offerings weren't enough to convey your admiration. On your next visit you decided to offer yourself, slowly stripping until you revealed your nude body. You weren't sure where the Forest Guardian was watching from, but you made sure to walk a short distance around the altar, putting your body on display for him and him only. Luckily, the Forest Guardian was attentive and absorbed in your performance, carefully slithering around the trees as he followed your movements, careful not to make a sound. A small gasp escaped his lips when he saw you sensually bend over the alter and expose your ass, a display he would normally consider disrespectful, but took delight when he watched you. Once you had climbed on top, you turned to lay your back on the altar, the cold stone sending shivers through your body. You closed your eyes and allowed your hands to roam over your body, pretending that they were your beloved guardian's hands instead. You caressed your neck, shoulders, and nipples, then slowly moved towards your thighs where you purposefully spread your legs, revealing your arousal to the entirety of the forest. With one hand trailing between your thighs and chest, the other worked on your throbbing sex, fingers stroking the warm skin that quickly became slick with your juices. As praises for the Forest Guardian slipped from your tongue, the Forest Guardian watched in the trees above, savoring the full display you've given him as he stroked his cocks in time with your fingers, wishing that he could give you the satisfaction you crave. A warm energy coursed through your body as you worked yourself up to your climax, and you were unable to control your hips as they jerked into your fingers. Your hushed praises become cries of delight, and the Forest Guardian successfully kept his moans hidden by biting his lower lip, but your name echoed loudly through his mind, dangerously close to spilling from his lips. You and the Forest Guardian reached your peaks simultaneously, your body violently twitching as your juices spilled over your fingers and the altar, while the Forest Guardian's honey-like cum flowed from his cocks. As your body began to relax, you felt a warm fluid descend over your chest and slowly run down to your bellybutton and groin, then a second drip over your nose and lips. Your eyes slowly unfurled, and though you saw nothing above you, you quickly noticed a honey-like substance drizzled over your torso. While still lazily stroking yourself, you use your other hand to wipe the juices off your naked body and face and pop a finger in your mouth, savoring its sweetness the moment the juices hit your tongue. The warm energy returned to your body, and you look forward to your next offering.

[copepodkisser5000]

this is for my selfshippers with insomnia; and/or a hyperactive mind, intrusive thoughts, all the other bad things too that can keep a person from resting...

you f/o holds you during the long, horrible, sleepless nights. when you feel so alone, kept awake by all the noise in your brain, they're there for you, all night long.

they're there to remind you to take your medication for it, if you have it. they help you form a healthy routine with it, they want to see you feeling better. they might even train you to have a positive association- maybe you get a kiss every time you remember?

and when you do get to sleep, and when you dream of your f/o, it'll be all the more sweet.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

i think one of my fave subtropes of enemies to friends to lovers is watching "[petname]" (derogatory) 😒 become "[petname]" (affectionate) 🥺 and ultimately "[petname]" (desperate) 🥵

[nymini]

Finally. The chaotic stupid representation we deserve.

[ageless-aislynn]

"15 Minutes - a John x Reader mini playlist"

(for my fic of the same name)

"Someone To You" - Banners I just want to be somebody to someone I never had nobody and no road home I wanna be somebody to someone

"Love Me Like You Do" - Tanner Patrick Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for?

"Silhouette" - Aquilo The devil's on your shoulder, the stranger's in your head As if you don't remember, as if you can forget It's only been a moment, it's only been a lifetime But tonight you're a stranger Some silhouette

"Don't Give Up On Me" - Andy Grammer I'll reach my hands out in the dark And wait for yours to interlock I'll wait for you

"Here With Me" - Robot Koch ft Susie Suh Caught in the riptide I was searching for the truth There was a reason I collided into you

~💖~

[jackyjango]

So so so… I’ve been thinking…

Every telepath I know in the x-men universe (in my limited knowledge of the x-men, okay!!! Don’t come at me if I got anything wrong) has a secondary mutation

Emma has her diamond form

Jean has telekinesis

Wanda has telekinesis

Betsy has that weapons thingy and precog

Cable ask so has telekinesis

So… What’s Charles’ secondary mutation?

[whyeverr]

Today ended up being a lot heavier than anticipated.

It makes sense, if you think about it: it's rare to lose someone these days in a time and place that allows you to properly bury and mourn the deceased. As if that's a thing the dominant culture here does well to begin with.

Everyone has been running for so long.

Everyone has lost so much.

To stand together and acknowledge this truth, and to hold space for the gone but not forgotten, is powerful. But the effect is more somber than celebratory. 🥲

Maybe we'll nail the vibe next year.

[exsqueezememacaroni]

i DON'T think about this scene ALL the time.

X

[marriedzukka]

actually i have never heard of zukka dads could you enlighten me 😳

well the thing is- *UNINTELLIBLE SCREAMING*

[pumpkingeorge]

It kind of sucks when you want to be silly funny but sometimes people take that as you being stupid dumb and they talk down to you as a result as if you don’t recognize the shit game they’re playing.

[justwritedreams]

⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE⚠️

I always knew that one day this would happen but I didn't know it would be so difficult to write this but as McFly said Kicking off is the hardest part.

I will have to go on hiatus for an indefinite period of time.

Many of you don't know but my life's dream was to move to a new country and after so many events in my life, you were able to follow some of them, I realized that it was finally time to fly away where I could start a new chapter of my life.

I'm moving to Japan and because of that I'll have to dedicate my time to other things and unfortunately I won't be able to continue writing the way I was until I settle down in my new home.

I will close the requests and I will dedicate as much time as I have to finishing Welcome to the Kingdom and the requests I have already received but I can't say when that will happen.

I can't promise you anything now, just that I will come back one day. This is not goodbye, so if you can wait for me maybe that's the only thing I can ask for.

To my followers, thank you for every second you spent reading what I wrote. I am extremely grateful to each and every one of you, to those who sent me requests, shared and liked my stories, even to the most shy ones who just read without interacting.

To my mutuals, I love you so much. You have turned my time here into something much more precious and if you need me, I will be here. I am very lucky to have you by my side.

Until we can meet again,

Maari ❤️

[angel-inked]

Don't lose sleep over it.

Forrest sleeps on a mattress on the floor, ever wonder how that came to be?

This also got a lot longer than I thought it would lol

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A slow day at the station with fair weather meant sitting out on the front porch, you were sitting in a rocking chair with a towel laid over your lap, peeling potatoes for tonight's supper, stealing glances at Howard, Danny, and Jack. Howard and Danny were passing a jar between themselves, despite having a crate sat at their feet, the pair of old friends were content to share one at a time as if it made it taste better. Jack let out a heavy sigh, resting his hat on his knee as he leaned back against a poll that aided in holding up the roof that covered the porch, brooding over God knows what. A relaxed smile rested on your face, the late afternoon that was slowly turning into an evening was almost perfect, given the absence of one of the brothers.

“I could run them blockades.” Jack said flatly. “You? A blockader? Shit.” Danny scoffed. “Ya know, Forrest don't like hearin’ none of your shit.” Howard said with a smug grin, knowing that no matter how ever many times Jack was told to stop complaining, didn't mean he was going to stop anytime soon. “Forrest ain't got no vision,” Jack griped, and you shook your head. That boy would be rich if he could make a living off of talkin’ about vision this and vision that, you thought. “He still sleeps on the floor, like a goddamn chinaman.” Jack continued as Danny passed the half full jar back to Howard. The eldest glanced at Danny as he took the jar, he sat it on the old oak barrel next to his side of the bench. He leaned his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and smiling at Jack. “I'll bet you don't know the story behind that do you, little brother?” He asked. Jack only stared in response, making Howard snort a laugh, “All started the day somebody broke into the goddamned place…”

“Son of a bitch..” Forrest grumbled quietly, walking up the front steps, glancing back at Howard over his shoulder. The eldest snapped his head up to attention, “You seein’ this shit?” Forrest gestured to the broken window, shards of glass littered almost half of the front part of the wrap around porch. Forrest sighed as he entered through the door, retrieving his revolver from his belt. “You check upstairs.” He said calmly, they've already dealt with their share of less reputable sources, it was the nature of their business and not many in said business had the pleasure of officials who turned a blind eye to them and their doings in broad daylight. Howard nodded and moved past him, marching up the stairs with all the grace of a compact herd of bulls. Forrest sighed heavily, damn it Howard. Thankfully there was only one set of stairs, however he wouldn't put it past some people to fling themselves out of a second story window depending on how desperate they were, he's pulled enough of his own risky getaway stunts to understand this on a personal level, and getting away from Howard was certainly something that could drive someone to such measures. The kitchen and barroom, and more importantly his office appeared untouched as he moved through the rooms. He stood steadfast in the doorway of his office, eyes studying every inch of the room to satisfy himself that there wasn't a single belonging out of place, with as much time as he spent here, of course he would be the one to know. He breathed deeply, a long deep comfortable breath of cigar smoke soaked walls mixing with the leather polish he used on the boots that he kept for nice, not that “nice” counted for much around here. He hung his hat on a crudely fashioned iron hook Howard had put by the door some time ago now, Howard was of course taller, so eye level for him was a bit over Forrest's head but that didn't matter, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. A content sigh left his lips, half a mind to pick up one of his ledgers.

“Forrest!” Howard called, Forrest flinched at the sudden break of his comfortable silence, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, grumbling incoherently to himself as he took a step backwards out of the doorway, supposing being hollered at by his brother was better than hearing a gunshot. His heavy boots thudded as he moved up the stairs, he'd never exactly gone out of his way to find Howard, didn't have to. Just follow the string of curses, they'd always lead right to him. Howard stood aimless in the middle of the bedroom, Jack's bedroom.. or what was left of it. Clothes were scattered across the floor as if thrown, Forrest knew they were folded and put away in the chest of drawers this morning, he'd been the one to put them there. Mattress and bedding turned over carelessly, they fared better than the frame itself, looking like someone had taken both ends of an ax to it. A splintered pile of broads, like someone had been in desperate need of firewood. Forrest wouldn't really blame them had that been the case, he'd been in that position before, knew a lot of others who had also been there before.

Howard glanced around the room, gaze finally settled on Forrest leaning a shoulder against the door jamb with his arms crossed across his chest. The shorter male flicked his hazel eyes toward the leftovers of their younger brother's bed and back to Howard's face, he hadn't been able to tell if the feeling that spider-walked down his spine was a shiver or a tingle. The eldest settled on a mix of both, deadlocked by what was outwardly the stare of the middle brother, but inwardly, a dead ringer for the stare of a mother. Forrest had always looked the most like her. He'd always had her eyes, greenish hazel with flakes of honeyed brown, he attempted to shrug off the haunting memory. “This is it,” he stated, answering the unsaid question, “nothin’ else.” You learned how to answer without being asked if you spent enough time with Forrest, something the youngest had yet to master. Silence fell among the two men, Forrest readjusted his stance slightly, shifting on his feet, eyes moving around the bedroom. Howard idled, taking his time to stow away his weapon, awaiting his brother's command. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rested his weight on one leg, a hip stuck out to the side, eyes following and tracing the paths the eyes of his younger brother carved out. “Hmm” Forrest finally hummed, stepping over the threshold, one hand settling in the pocket of his patterned sweater vest, “Best find something to fix that window,” he started, “bar it at least, until we get a replacement.” Howard nodded, and Forrest continued, “I'll sort this mess out.” His free hand gestured to the room, Howard nodded again, moving past Forrest without a word, off to do as he was told.

Forrest huffed, recalling how he spent their last trip into town doing all he could to hold Howard back from lounging at a pair of, well he still thought of them as boys, they were grown now. Howard ran with them once, if only because they were his age. They snickered at each other, Howard and Jack were whooped house dogs, according to them, and Forrest was an overly bossy prick apparently. “They don't know us.” Forrest had said out of earshot in an attempt to quell a frenzied Howard. He shook his head as if it would rid his mind of the memory, focusing on the task at hand. He flipped the latch on the window open, grabbing the stick that Jack used to prop it open. He sent the first piece of wood sailing out of the window, hurtling toward the ground. He'd stuff it in the barn later, even if it did end up as firewood later. Wood could always be used for something.

Howard spat on the ground, holding the rusty nails with his mouth may not have been the best idea in hindsight, but it got the job done. He yanked on the similarly rusted rebar, with not a single clue nor care where Forrest and Cricket came up with it, to make sure it held, it was a crude fix, but he still grinned when it stayed in place, he had gotten what he was after. The old screen door wailed on its hinges as he made his way to inspect his work from the inside. His pleased grin only widened. His attention snapped to the stairs when he heard a thunk, wood against wood, followed by a soft string of uttered curses. “Forrest?!” He called, no answer, figures. His feet carried him up the stairs before he really had a say in the matter. Whoever had broken the window was well and gone, but his strong instincts to protect kicked in nonetheless. His heavy boots stomped against the wooden floor as he rushed to his baby brother. The doorway was blocked by a piece of furniture, a bed frame, maybe? he couldn't see around or over it. “Forrest?” He said again, more confused this time. “Well, push the damned thing already.” Forrest responded from inside the room, sounding particularly frustrated. Howard propped a shoulder against the dark colored wood, bracing his legs as he put his weight into wedging the heavy object out of the way. It emitted a manner of creaks and groans, complaining with every inch of movement, a number of groans, grunts, and grumbling came from the two men brute forcing the movement upon it. Forrest would give him an earful later, but Howard ceased his pushing momentarily, adjusting his stance and growling at the stubborn simple bed. Resetting his feet and putting all his weight into ramming his shoulder against the frame, and something gave, it was through the door finally.

Forrest fell backwards with a thunk, he gazed up at the piece of furniture that now towered over him from this point of view on his rear. “Bastard…” he murmured, cursing directed at the inanimate object, not Howard. He huffed before going to get to his feet, a pair of arms snaked under his pits and lifted him, remaining in place until he found his balance. Howard rounded his side and came into vision, blue orbs ran over Forrest multiple times in quick succession. Howard could step up if needed, but without a solid source of direction, he would ultimately be entirely lost. Those concerned eyes came to rest on the middle brother's face. Forrest only softened his gaze like this for his brothers, bunching part of Howard's jacket in his fist, a couple light tugs and a pat on the shoulder made Howard smile at him. With the bedframe no longer stuck, Forrest muscled it into place with ease as Howard's features scrunched into a puzzled expression. “Where'd you get this?” He asked, not thinking about how his body seemed to help move the mattress in place automatically. Forrest paused, staring Howard down from the opposite side of the bed, a soft grunt fell from his lips as he turned to put the rest of the bed back together. Howard once again made to help without much thought on anything except what Forrest wouldn't tell him, he cornered the shorter male as he put a pillow in its proper place, studying Forrest's expression. “Aren't I worth answerin’?” Howard said, placing an arm either side of his younger brother's head, leaning on his hands and the wall. Forrest sighed heavily and audibly through his nose, ducking under Howard's arm and making for his own bedroom door. Howard of course, followed, stopping the door from shutting completely with his foot with very little force, albeit said door was slammed in his face regardless after Forrest smacked his side into it. Howard remained in place for a moment, staring at the door and nodding at nothing in particular, eventually sullenly walking to his door at the end of the hall.

“It's been that way since.” Howard finished telling his tale, “you got back from Cricket's, and didn't know the difference.” He added. The orange, pink, and purple gradient of the sunset was accompanied by the approaching rumble of an engine, the brothers shared truck came to a stop and Forrest lumbered out of the driver's seat, and the aforementioned Cricket Pate appeared from the passenger door, the grin plastered to his face got bigger when he spotted Jack. “Jack! You ain't gon’ believe this.” He chirped happily, showing off his newest jar of hooch. Forrest let out a satisfied groan as he twisted his midsection, making his back crack with an audible pop. He thudded up the steps with no hurry in his pace as Cricket chattered on about how he'd perfected his recipe, “I.. uh, had a little help, of course.” He added, glancing up at Forrest, who shook his head and shrugged, not sharing in the boy’s excitement with how many years he's been runnin’ shine now, wasn't worth fussin’ over. Forrest sauntered to your side, stubble pressed into your cheek as he caressed it with a gentle kiss, “Darl’” he drawled softly in greeting. Cricket had gone quiet, as Jack's focus shifted to his big brother taking his relaxed moments toward the front door, one foot got over the threshold before he stopped and turned back to Jack, who figured he knew he was being stared at, “The hell you watchin’ me for?” The middle brother asked, Jack turned away, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “Hmft.” Forrest grunted at the lack of answering, and then he disappeared inside.

[hailsatanacab]

NOOO I LEFT TWO OUT

they're my lighthearted predictions for the future lol

anyways thank u so much for the chapter i loved it so much