#Agam live

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

P.s. this is pre-relationship, when your feelings are still untold...some of the guys are still awkward and some are not :')

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄

Visiting Price in his office was a common occurance. Sometimes you brought a drink with you, other times you just brought your old tired self.

This was one of those times.

And without looking up, he patted his knee and you hesitated. But only for a moment because as soon as you saw his pen stop scratching on the paper, you stalked over to him.

You rest your head on his shoulder, trying not to think about the goddamn awful day you had. You knew John would want to talk about it when you were ready. It's one of the things you love about him. He wants to help you no matter what.

As if on Instinctive John wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you in closer. Your face was flushes against his neck and your hands cling to his other arm.

John is so warm, and makes you feel so safe. Everyday is a battle for you; because you just want to fall into his arms and kiss him until you can no longer breathe.

But you can't, because he's your superior and you don't want to jeapordise anything.

𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

Wide-eyed and trying not to move. Even his breathing becomes shallower. It's lucky he's wearing a mask otherwise there would've been a bright red Ghost for everyone to see.

Continues to death glare the others, placing a firm finger in front of his lips. Reminding them to SHUT UP.

No one is allowed to talk when you are asleep in the common area. On Ghost's literal orders.

But he never thought you would actually fall asleep on him.

It was a nice feeling. One that made him giddy inside. Like ... he had been chosen for something important.

And maybe he had. This could be a way for your body to tell Ghost that "I WANT YOU!" But unless you actually tell him, he isn't going to get it - or believe it.

𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊

Warmth travels to his cheeks as he realises that you've practically clung yourself to him and fallen asleep.

He had taken you to the movies because you had some spare time on your hands and wanted to feel like normal people for once.

But halfway through, drowsiness had overcome you, and consciousness faded away.

It was easy to fall asleep next to Gaz, whose smell and gentle heartbeat felt like heaven.

You hadn't wondered if this was going to far, you trusted Gaz enough to tell you if it was. But he would never tell you that.

Because there was no 'too far.' He would do anything for you. He just didn't know how to get you to see that.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

Oh our sweet boy Soap, he would become so goddamn giddy. His cheeks turn red as he moves ever so slowly to look at you.

Watching movies together was a common occurance. Your place or his, it didn't matter. Even the movie didn't matter - though you both argued over it relentlessly. It was a way for you both to spend more time together. A reason to say why you were late for ___

Your head had dropped a little and his eyebrows flew upwards. He would never live it down if you fell straight into his crotch area.

So he moved his arm around your shoulders and let you turn fully around to hug him.

Your face pressed against his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Tha gaol agam ort," he whispers into your hair. You only barely heard it. It means (I love you).

He only ever says it when you cannot hear him. But litte did he know you were catching on to certain Gaelic words. Maybe not at that moment, but you had better hearing than he thought you did.

𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆

Did not know what to do, and in the midst of his panic, he had accidentally wriggled his shoulder. Which meant you curled up on his lap.

"Oh maus..." Konig whispered, afraid that you would wake up and freak out. But if he truly believed that, then he hadn't been paying attention to your friendship at all.

After ten minutes of the movie playing but Konig couldn't stop staring down at your curled form in his lap, he slowly and gently moved the hair from your face. Stroking your cheeks, running his fingers over your nose and forehead.

It was right then that he fell in love with you. Truly fell in love with you.

A monster and his love. That's how Konig saw the two of you.

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈

Charming, suave, flirtacious and utterly awkward when it comes to you.

He makes as much spare time as he can to spend it with you. And curling up on the couch seemed to be the best idea for today.

His large hands wrap around your form and pull you closer.

"Иди спать, малышка" (go to sleep little one) he says quietly, watching you intently as you drift into a deep slumber.

Maybe there is a gun wedged between him and the armrest, but he knows his lifestyle, and how many people want to kill him.

But that is nothing compared to spending time with you.

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍

Coughs; yes he actually coughs and a few times at that. Why did he cough? He has no clue. Was he trying to wake you up? See if you accidentally forgot he was there?

In all honesty he was panicking - this wasn't the type of friendship that you had. It was all banter and poking fun at each other.

Someone actually asked if Keegan was being bullied a few weeks ago.

He snorted and just walked away. It was probably the best thing that recruit could've said.

It was after a long mission and you barely had time to undress from your military clothes, when Keegan barged in and held up two family sized bars of chocolate. "As a thank you for having my back out there, kid."

You couldn't deny the fluttering in your stomach. But saving face was what you two did. So you took both of the offerings and laid down in bed. "If you're having all the chocolate, I'm not leaving" "I'm not giving it back Keegan." "Looks like you have a bunk buddy then."

And the tall man climbed into bed beside you awkwardly trying to get comfortable. "Jackass," you mumbled. But a slight smile was on your lips. And within an hour you fell asleep.

When you woke up, Keegan was practically ontop of you, melted chocolate on his lips and slight snoring coming from his nose.

𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒

"What the fuck," he mutters to himself as you rest your head on his shoulder on the plane.

You had both been placed on a mission for months and now that it was over, you were exhausted (to say the very least).

The whole time you were together, there had always been bickering. Especially when you were undercover as a married couple.

So you were used to the hostility of Graves (even though he barely had any anymore when it came to you).

Hence, you were way too tired to give a shit. Honestly, if he were to wriggle you off, you would clutch his arm to keep him still.

But he didn't do that. Instead he feigns annoyance and rests his head against the back of his chair. His eyes flickering over to you every few seconds to see if you were okay (if that were to be brought up, he would say that he was looking out the window).

As the time went by, and you woke up, you found that Graves had found your hand and was clutching it.

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎

Sinks into you as well. His culture isn't so rigid as others. And showing affection means multiple things, but the main thing is that it means he cares.

Where your head lolled on his shoulder, he moved back on the couch, yawned, and pulled you down with him. Your sleeping head was rested gently against Ale's chest.

He knew about your feelings for him, and you knew about his, so this situation was awkward. He knew he had to step up and say something, but it had turned into a game of sorts. As if the first person who spoke up would lose.

But having you on his chest, smelling your hair, feeling the weight of your body on his, he decided that he would happily be the loser.

[mossadspypigeon]

hamas already violated the ceasefire agreement twice. but israel breaks deals, right? 🙄

hamas is likely releasing daniella, liri, naama, and karina because they get 50 murderers per hostage instead of 30 and they need the numbers.

and let’s be honest: to terrorize both the hostages and us further. just let them all fucking go without a prisoner release.

agam berger isnt in this group btw. praying she is released soon. i cannot imagine what she and our other hostages are going through.

also, 100 of the assholes being released are serving life sentences. the same type of people who made our girls’ lives miserable for almost a year will be free again. i pray they are not able to hurt anyone else.

i want my people back and i support a ceasefire for the sake of hostages and israelis, i want peace too, but i can also say this deal is evil. if you have a problem with complex emotions, just say you have the emotional range of a fucking banana.

[jewish-vents]

I just want the hostages who come back (and SOME WILL RETURN TO US ALIVE, THEY MUST) to know how much we love them. How much Am Yisrael even in diaspora thought about them and advocated for them and cried for them and prayed for them and kept putting up their pictures, even when people kept tearing them down. Even when it became unpopular. Even when everyone else forgot and moved on. We learned all their names and what they loved. Shlomo Mansour loves ice cream. Na’ama Levy is a triathlete who wants to be a diplomat. Agam Berger plays the violin and volunteers. I want them to know that they even as they went through a hell we can’t even imagine, the Jewish people were out here, trying as hard as we could to love them through it. And we’ll still be here to love them on the other side.

Blessed be HaShem, freer of captives. May they be free, may they walk with light and peace for the rest of their lives.

.

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Beside the Seaside: Ch 17

Jamie rolled to his side, his breath heavy as his eyes slid shut. His hand roamed across Claire’s belly and settled on the velvety skin at her hip, tracing patterns there with his fingertips. Claire hummed softly. Even coming down from the high of their joining, he still couldn’t get enough of her. As if she’d had the same thought, his wife rolled toward him and slid one arm around his waist. With new territory of her body exposed, his hand traveled the path of her spine, up to her neck and then down to her backside. She was a gift, every time; a living, breathing, burning work of art that he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch.

She placed several gentle, unhurried kisses along his bare chest and shoulder, and a soft groan escaped him.

“Tha gaol agam ort, mo ghràidh.” The declaration slipped out, unguarded and honest — and safe in the knowledge that she wouldn’t grasp the meaning.

[read the rest on ao3]

[city-of-ladies]

"Embet Ilen (c. 1801-1851), was a woman of high birth who played a distinguished political role during the Zamana Mesafent (Era of the Judges, 1769-1855) in the region now recognized as Eritrea. Her fame is underlined in nineteenth-century sources by the unusual reference to Ras Woldemichael as the “son of Ilen” without any connotation of disparagement. The society's norm otherwise required one to be called after the father. She was no doubt the most emancipated woman in Marab-Millash (highland Eritrea) in the nineteenth century. 

Very little is known about her upbringing, education, and family history. Even the name of her father is not given with certainty. Killion calls him “Aite Hagos, Kantibai of Zagher” and the informants of Kolmodin refer to him as “Ayte Fisseha, the son of Ayte Seltan” (p. 142), while Yesehaq Yosef uses both names alternately. However, all sources agree that she was extraordinarily intelligent, a persuasive speaker, an astute politician, and a valorous leader. She is said to have personally commanded men in combat and fought herself like one of them, but she was never taken captive in the field. 

Ilen entered politics, not by choice but by the exigencies of the time. She was given in marriage to Ayte Selomon, who was the eldest son of Kantiba Zar’ay of Hazzega, who ruled the greater part of Hamasen—the highlands around Asmara—for over forty years. They had a daughter, Temertsa, and two sons, Woldemichael and Mar’ed. After her husband’s death, she had two more children from political liaisons. Her husband apparently suffered from poor health and was not popular within the family or powerful in the political arena. His own father, Kantiba Zar’ay, was said to have preferred Gabray Habtetsayon, a grandson, to be his heir; but tradition required that he name his son. He did, however, bequeath much of his wealth, including slaves, to Gabray, while Selomon received the hereditary office.

These circumstances developed into a bitter rivalry within the ruling family. Ilen was forced to deal with incessant intrigues during her husband’s lifetime and after his death around 1837 in order to preserve her sons’ right to ascend to the ruling seat. Sometime after his accession to the office in the mid-1820s, Selomon attacked the neighboring district and rival center of Tse’azzega for an unknown reason. His men were quickly routed by the defenders, and he fled to Gura’e, Akkale-Guzay, his mother’s home region. The unprovoked attack revived an old conflict between the two centers of Tse’azzega and Hazzega, which continued unabated until the Italians arrived in the region in 1889.

Ilen mobilized the remaining men of Hazzega and her relations in Karneshim and attempted twice to avenge the defeat of her husband but in vain. Fighting two fronts—Tse’azzega, on the one hand, and Gabray (who split her base), on the other—was too much for her. She then looked beyond the Marab for help. She allied with the ruler of Tigray, Shum-Agame Subagadis, who, having subdued Marab-Millash, appointed Ilen governor of the whole of Hamasen. After the death of Subagadis in 1831, the old rivalries of Marab-Millash broke out anew and Ilen had to look to other quarters for support. She succeeded in winning Dejjazmatch Wubé (also Webe) Hayla Maryam, ruler of all the northern provinces from 1831 to 1855, to her side and was confirmed in her office. She tended to treat her enemies harshly. Consequently, Gabray refused to submit to her rule and lived as a rebel in the heavily forested Ansaba region for many years, a situation which made her all the more uneasy and vigilant. She was generally regarded as excessively revengeful, an attribute which not only terrorized opponents but also brought about her untimely death.

In the late 1840s, she felt it was time for her to give up her regency in favor of her elder son, Woldemichael, who was then in his mid-twenties. Probably she was also tired of the ceaseless conflicts. She retired to the St. Mary Church of Hazzega as a nun. It was here, incidentally, that Kantiba Woldegaber, head of Dimbezan, visited her on his way back home. She received him cordially, in spite of the fact that they had been enemies for a dozen years.

Selomon had allegedly entrusted to him 40 rifles on behalf of his young children, but Woldegaber gave them away to Wubé as a present. When Woldemichael and Mar’ed requested him to hand them over some years later, Woldegaber denied having received any rifles from their deceased father. Besides, he had mistreated and dismissed his wife, the daughter of Ilen. Hence, Ilen had fought and defeated him in a battle some years before this unexpected visit. Woldegaber was murdered after his departure from Ilen’s friendly reception, a tragedy which the people of Dimbezan attributed to a sinister scheme of Ilen. As a consequence, Woldegaber’s relations surprised Hazzega; Ilen escaped and took refuge in a neighboring subdistrict. But her protectors feared an attack by her enemies and extradited her together with two of her small grandchildren, who were eventually tortured to death. This event became one of the underlying causes for Woldemichael’s contemptuous and rancorous attitude toward Hamasen for the next 30 years. "

Bairu Tafla, "Ilen, Embet", In: Kwaku Akyeampong Emmanuel; Gates Henry Louis (eds.). Dictionary of African Biography

[thesleepyskipper]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Holy shit, I can't believe it's been almost a month since I had something to share...

Thank you for all the tags though!!! I feel like I've been going through the motions in a haze since the summer ended.

And special thanks to @iboatedhere for the tag today after an epic day of finishing not one but two WIPs yesterday (but only one I can share right now, as the other is for @anywhere-with-you-event).

So here are some sentences from my upcoming @flufftober piece for the October 30th prompt "Forever?". Somehow both of my pieces ended up involving the sweet pup David 🐶

As they walked through the park to the off-leash area where David loved to run free and fetch sticks (and other people’s balls, dog toys, sticks they threw to their own dogs, etc), they would always use the time to touch base with each other. Sometimes it was about mundane things like bill payments or vet appointments or what groceries they needed that week. Other times their conversations veered towards more fun topics, like the latest work drama, vacation ideas, or party invites. 

Today, however, it was a combination of the two as they were discussing the necessity to visit Henry’s family in London for Christmas, including his crotchety old grandmother. She was by far the worst person in either of their families, maybe on Planet Earth, and they usually tried to avoid her at all costs, as a general life rule. She was racist and homophobic, which meant she completely disapproved of their relationship, so never seeing her was honestly fine with them, given that they lived on another continent with an entire ocean separating them. She was also the reason that Henry had moved to New York in the first place, so maybe Alex should be thanking her in some weird roundabout way? 

Tagging friends under the cut, with zero obligation, because life is fucking fickle!! But please do tag me back if you post!

@welcometololaland, @cricketnationrise, @myheartalivewrites, , @kiwiana-writes, @firenati0n

@rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @noahreids, @alasse9, @14carrotghoul

@three-drink-amy, @anincompletelist, @anchoredarchangel, @cha-melodius, @sparklepocalypse,

@stereopticons, @smblmn, @leaves-of-laurelin, @lilythesilly, @emmalostinwonderland

@nontoxic-writes, @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @orchidscript, @piratefalls

@clockwrkpendrxgon, @run-for-chamo-miles, @tinyarmedtrex, @getmehighonmagic, @henryspearl

@judasofsuburbia, @heysweetheart-writes, @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites, @onthewaytosomewhere

@jmagnabo92, @wordsofhoneydew, @zwiazdziarka, @theprinceandagcd, @miss-minnelli

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dragonflylady77, @agame-writes, @nocoastposts, @lightningboltreader

@inexplicablymine, @na-dineee, @notspecialbabe, @benwvatt, @cactusdragon517

@onetwistedmiracle, @ninzied, @porcelainmortal, @aforgottennymph, @caterpills

@kordeliafawkes, @stratocumulusperlucidus, @idealuk, @stellarmeadow, @eusuntgratie

@lizzie-bennetdarcy, @dreamtigress, @duchessdepolignaca03, @tailsbeth-writes,

@priincebutt, @stellarmeadow, @softboynick, @fullsunsets, @na-dineee

@firstprincefairytale, @rachelica9, @readstheroom, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @thighzp

@mikibwrites, @swearphil, @flowerfan2, @rarelyrad, @letloverule1111

@endlesstwanted, @glasshouses-and-stones, @swoonoveryou3, @thedramasummer, @jackzimmermemes

@miharaikko, @kj-bee, @dani-dabbles, @henryhenhazza, @firstprincehornyramblings

@sophie1973, @msmarvelouswinchester, @henrys-vodka-shot-glass, @shadegarden, @imintomakinghistory

@littlemisskittentoes, @suseagull04, @reagcdfox, @lesliesknopes, @magicmelinoe

[duck-in-a-tux]

Whispered Truths in Gaelic

The room was bathed in soft moonlight, filtering through the sheer curtains. The rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan above mixed with the distant sounds of the city beyond the window. Soap lay on his back, his head turned slightly to where Y/N was curled up beside him. They looked peaceful, their lashes casting faint shadows on their cheeks as they “slept.”

Soap had returned from deployment just a few days ago, and his heart still hadn’t stopped fluttering at the sight of Y/N in their shared space. For weeks, he had dreamt of moments like these—quiet, intimate, and drenched in the simple warmth of being together.

He brushed a thumb gently across Y/N’s knuckles, careful not to wake them, and let out a soft sigh. The Gaelic words spilled from his lips almost unconsciously, his voice low and tender.

"Tha gaol agam ort, mo ghràdh." (I love you, my love.)

He paused, a soft chuckle escaping. “You’ll never ken how much you mean to me, aye?” His Scottish accent thickened with emotion, and his thumb traced lazy circles against their skin.

"Bidh mi an-còmhnaidh nad thaobh." (I’ll always be by your side.)

Y/N’s breathing was steady, but they weren’t asleep—not entirely. Their heart raced at his words, but they kept their eyes closed, savoring the rare vulnerability in Soap’s voice. He continued, his words growing quieter as if speaking to himself.

"Chan eil dad sa bheatha seo as fheàrr na bhith còmhla riut." (There’s nothing in this life better than being with you.)

Y/N couldn’t hold back any longer. They turned their head slightly, their eyes fluttering open. Soap’s hand froze mid-circle, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

“How long have you been awake, then?” he asked sheepishly, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

“Long enough to hear how sweet you are,” Y/N teased, their voice soft and full of affection.

Soap groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “Och, you’re cruel, siad.”

Y/N leaned closer, brushing a kiss to his cheek before resting their head on his chest. “I love you too, Johnny,” they murmured.

His arm tightened around them as he pressed a kiss to the top of their head. “Aye, and now you’ll never let me live it down, will you?”

“Not a chance,” they teased, grinning into his shirt.

For the rest of the night, they stayed tangled in each other’s arms, exchanging whispered confessions and soft kisses. In that quiet, moonlit room, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of their love behind.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the bafta livestream out of context: top 60 cursed quotes.

There is nothing more cursed than the livestream I just witnessed, and I made a summary post but now I'm just going to put in quotes by the worthy maggots in the stream with no context, because BELIEVE ME THE CONTEXT DIDN'T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER. The livestream chat was NOT A PLACE OF THE LORD.

I'm going to make the quotes that were by me a different colour. Please know that I am NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR A SINGLE QUOTE OTHER THAN THOSE. SO HERE'S THE TOP 60 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

Barbenhimer awakened things in me ok

aroace people the most disturbingly sexual talkers on the planet fight me on this

WHO JUST GASPED

MICHAEL SHEENS BABY TALKING BARK BADK IM A DOG BARK WOOF

I feel so sorry for this woman. She's being so heartfelt and we're here thristing over a slinky that possessed a man

IRELAAAND PLEASE ADOPT ME AS YOUR OWN PLEASE TAKE ME TO THE LAND OF UNPRONOUNCABLE WORDS, GREEN FEILD, CATHOLISISM AND HOZIER PLEASE

the urge to go to france and misgender a croissant is real

Devastated the slutty knees have gone away

So many men nowadays are so submissive and breedable like thank you lord for these men thank you

witches and murder slime tutorial

speaking of royals did the bloke who ISN'T lizzy's husband but her son apparently die yet

Turtleneck Crowley is my gender.

WE COULD HAVE LEFT IT AS NOT SAFE FOR WORK WHY THE DRTAOLS ASMI

SAY AN BFUIL CEAD AGAM DUL GO DTÍ AN LEITHREAS AN WE'LL LET YOU THROUGJ

"Oompa loompa doopety dee, I really hated being in this movie" -Hugh grant probably

IF YOU'RE A CHILD AVERT YOUR EYES FROM THAT MESSAGE IM SORRY

i want the kilt back this a betrayal

if someone put me in a room with kilt!david tennant one of us is walking out of that room pregnant and its not gonna be me

a lot of these words are in the bible and none of them should be in that order you need jesus

Can we vote to make david wear that kilt back? Maybe make him do a twirl this time

You mean Bildaddy? 😏

Honey what make you think a dude who roamed around with prostitutes and got himself more holes for mankind won't be calling bildad bildaddy? [this was about jesus btw.]

FREE THE KNEE

Show us the knees!

AND YOU'RE COMING AFTER ME FOR MY BLOWJOB BANANA

He looks like those fancy chocolates. Imma take a bite outta him. Think you'll leak molten goo like them?

My brain isn't working, I read "bratty couch jr"

i'm sorry the what holes

FIND ME ON GOAD AND I WILL MAKE YOU PAY APPROPRIATELY

I genuinely thought it was a road typo and I thought you were threatening asmi with physical violence on the road

OHH FLOWER OF SCOTLAAAAAAND

Combine that with the unfortunate oranges and see what happens.

DEVASTATING NEWS I ATE UP ALL OF THEM SO I'VE BROUGHT A BLOWJOB BANANA INSTEAD

That reminded me of the army video where the guy was deepthroating a 7 inch banana without a hitch.

OMG THEY JUST FLASHED BACK & I GOT A GLIMPSE OF THAT KILT 🥵🥵🥵

thats why apollo had to deliver you at an illegal sushi restaurant

How long do you think it would take to get david naked from his chocolate man suit? Can we set a new speedrun category?

SUPERBOWL FOR TENNANTISTS

Big feelings about pants straps in the chat tonight

Last time i check yoire supposed to thank the lord gor his gifts

HEY GUYS ASMI'S FROM A PARALLEL UNIVERSE CONFIRMED

I just have a deep appreciation for ireland

Can you use suspenders as bondage gear? I mean it looks like it would be fine? I mean if you make the length a bit more they might be more comfortable than ropes. Just sayin

All i can think when i see him in the costume is the one specific ken and oppenhimer slash fic. Lord help me i can't be saved

GIVE MY LOVE TO THE LEPRECHAAAAAAAAAAAUNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Like a giant orange slice on her one arm.

Stop hitting the lectern geez / what if its into that?

Men who wear suspenders are such losers like why do you need so much cloth to keep your pants up. Why dont you just wear a belt. Where do you live. What is your timezone. What are you office hours

what is this suspender shaming ari chappal for you

Aziraphales office hours are: fuck off

Put me ina room with a suspender wearing man and he shall have the same fate as kilttennant

MARIYADAM E ILLAI

It was titled "snake in my b***" It meant butt lmfao

CROWLEY AND LOKI MY GENDERFLUID ICONS

THE KNEES ARE BACK

THEKNEES GOD SAVE ME FROM THESE SINFUL THOUGHTS

What if slutshaming is my kink?

NOT THE BLOWJOB FACE NO

AT THIS POINT IF NEIL HASN'T UNFOLLOWED ME YET HE'S ASKING TO BE MENTALLY SCARRED IM SORRY

I am failing

Tagging the main culprits whose tumblr handles I know:

@thearoacemess @vitrilol @queermarzipan @good-usernames-were-taken

Cheers, maggots.

[alex-the-bringer-of-chaos]

Zaunites - my Arcane hcs

Benzo (he/any).

Cis man, Unlabeled aroace and Europic.

Ekko's adopted father. Powder/Jinx's father-in-law. A shop owner in Zaun.

Claggor (he/him).

Cis man, Achillean and Ambiamorous.

Vander's adopted son. Mylo, Powder/Jinx and Vi's adopted brother. Used to be a thief, now an inventor of Zaun.

Ekko (he/they) - the Boy Who Shattered Time.

Nonbinary boy, Queer greyrose and Amatopunk.

In a monogamous relationship with Powder/Jinx. In a qpr with Scar.

Benzo adopted child. Silco and Vander's son-in-law. Claggor, Mylo and Vi's sibling-in-law. Isha's caretaker/adopted brother-in-law. Inventor, Heimerdinger's pupil, and leader of the Firelights (a vigilante group that fights for a better life for all, taking in orphans).

Felicia (she/they).

Cis woman, Heteromari and Divisuamorous (Monogamous and Polyplatonic).

Was dating Connol. Was in a polyqplatonic relationship (pqpr) with Silco and Vander.

Powder/Jinx and Vi's mother. Was a revolutionary, fighting alongside her Connol, Silco and Vander against the enforcers for Zaun's freedom, where she and her partner met their demise.

Gert (they/them).

Genderfluid, Novosexual and Gamyflux.

Part of the Chem Sisters, playing shows all over Zaun.

Madam Margot (she/they).

Genderfae, Omni aro and Agamous.

Owner of Vyx (prostitution enterprise, that might be illicit).

Mylo (he/him).

Cis man, Polysexual and Ambiamoros.

Has a crush on Gert.

Vander's adopted son. Claggor, Powder/Jinx and Vi's adopted brother. Used to be a thief, now works as a locksmith.

Powder/Jinx (she/they/shark/rar) - the Loose Cannon.

Nonbinary transfem, Bi demiaro aceflux and Relationship anarchist.

In a monogamous relationship with Ekko.

Connol and Felicia's daughter. Vi's sibling. Silco and Vander's adopted daughter. Claggor and Mylo's adopted sibling. Isha's caretaker/adopted sister. Cait's sibling-in-law. Vigilante (member of the firelights) and inventor. Heimerdinger's student and Ekko's lab partner. Struggles with hallucinations in situations of extreme stress. Plans on getting blue cloud/smokes and pink bullets tattoos on the right side of shaer upper body.

Scar (he/fang).

Genderqueer, Omni cupiorose and Europic.

In a qpr with Ekko.

Has an unnamed infant daughter. Firelights' second in command.

Councilor Sevika (she/he/they).

Faesari, Lesbian lovequeer and Lovepunk.

In a pqpr with Mel and Shoola. In a simulship with Silco and Vander.

Isha's adoptive guardian. Piltover's councilor representing the people of Zaun, teaching people how to physically fight others alongside Vi. Previously fought alongside Silco and Vander against the enforcers for an independent Zaun, losing her arm in an explosion when protecting Silco.

Silco (he/him).

Demiboy, Pan demiaro and Mesoamorous.

In a monogamous relationship with Vander. In a simulship with Sevika. Was in qpr with Felicia.

Claggor, Mylo, Powder/Jinx and Vi's adopted father. An inventor, helping Zaun grow. After the fight against the enforcers in the bridge, where Vander stabbed him after Felicia was killed by enforcers, thinking he had killed her, causing them to part ways. They, however, made up their differences thanks to the letter Vander wrote.

Sky Young (she/mi).

Cis woman, Straight noetirose and Monogamous

In a simulship with Viktor. Had an unrequited crush on Viktor.

Jayce and Viktor's research assistant, wants to help as many people as possible to live a better life.

Vander (he/him) - the Uncaged Wrath of Zaun.

Cis man, Omnisexual and Monopoly - no preference.

In a monogamous relationship with Silco. In a simulship with Grayson. Was in a qpr with Felicia.

Claggor, Mylo, Powder/Jinx and Vi's adopted father. The barkeeper and owner of The Last Drop. Has a scar he got when he betrayed Silco on the bridge, a hound of the underground tattoo, and a tattoo of the bridge between the two cities, all on his right arm.

Viktor (he/they/it/moon/star) - the Herald of the Arcane.

Boyflux, Gay noeti demirose and Polyamitis.

In a polyamorous relationship with Jayce and Mel (delamour with Jayce, in a qpr with Mel). In a simulship with Sky.

Heimerdinger's former research assistant, now a scientist and engineer working alongside Jayce, creating new ways to better the health of the zaunites.

Enforcer Violet "Vi" (she/they/he) - the Piltover Enforcer.

Bigender (agender woman), Lesbian (canon) greyrose and Monogamous.

Dating Cait.

Connol and Felicia's daughter. Powder/Jinx's sibling. Silco and Vander's adopted daughter. Claggor and Mylo's adopted sibling. Piltover's enforcer, teaching people how to physically fight others, alongside Sevika. Got badly hurt on when she and her sibling went to steal Jayce's apartment, getting sent to Piltover's hospital and meeting Cait there. Has his nickname tattooed under her eye, with a scar on it, as well as the backside of their torso fully tattooed.

Other hcs

Noxians

Piltovans

[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! I wasn't gonna do anything with it cause I'm pretty in the doldrums this weekend, but... here we are. Persevering, et cetera.

(Apologies to Rangers fans everywhere for finally getting some wind on Hockey Boyfriend Henry the day y'all get booted from the playoffs.)

After managing to snatch a few blissful days in Texas for Christmas, Alex goes back to Connecticut, and Henry returns to New York alone.  They live together, but they don’t. Most of Alex’s things are here, but Alex himself rents a room with a few of his teammates near the XL Center in Hartford—the smallest, least desirable room, because he only needs it for the nights where his team aren’t on the road but he doesn’t have enough free time to head into the city and spend the night with Henry.  It’s fine. It’s not ideal, but it’s fine. And besides, it’s only for a couple of years, while Alex pays his dues in the AHL; in the meantime, Henry practically has the Amtrak schedule memorised, and has every one of Alex’s home games in his calendar. He doesn’t think the thrill of watching Alex on the ice will ever wear off. Certainly, the thrill of loving him—of being loved by him—has yet to do so.

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@thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[proudzionist]

If this does not disgust you then you are not human 👎

Say there names :

Agam

Liri

Naama

Karina

Daniella

There lives matter and we must

Bring them home NOW!!!

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Six Sentence Sunday!

Emerging from the depths of the land of the uninspired, exhausted muses, Val is here to share a little bit of writing from a WIP that is close to being finished, but isn't quite there just yet. The wheels have started to turn once more, so I'm hoping by sharing this and getting some validation from y'all, it might just give the muse the push she needs to get back in the game.

No tags as of 10:30 PM ET when I'm about to schedule this, so I'm going to start us off, and if someone tags me between now and midnight ET, I'm sorry in advance haha.

“Turns out attempting to suck my brain out through my dick is pretty fucking sobering because I want to commit it to the long term memory bank, so I’m fine,” he assures, and Henry believes him. The laser focus in his brown eyes, a look that Henry recognizes all too well. He’s seen it in the middle of the night, gazing back at him from the office where Alex was hunched over his laptop and surrounded by a pile of law books. He’s seen it in the kitchen, Alex’s tongue sticking out from between his lips as he attempts one of his abuela’s recipes. And he’s seen it in Kensington Palace, what might as well be in another lifetime now, lighting the midnight dark and filling Henry with a hope that he didn’t feel he deserved for a life that he is now living. “And I want it. I want you.”

Tags for my lovelies behind the cut! I've been hearing that Tumblr's got some weird, five tags per line rule, so I hope this works!

@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @agame-writes @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead

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[mossadspypigeon]

she refuses to cook or light fires on shabbat, prays every day, and takes care of everyone. she wants to make sure her people have dignity in the worst moments of their lives.

a true lioness of judah 💙✡️

we love you so much agam. we’re all praying for you to come home to us 💙💙

[lanabuckybarnes]

Tha gaol agam ort.

This was originally a drabble, now it’s probably a mediocre one shot but the words kept coming and my fingers kept typing.

I just wanted an excuse to boast that I’m Scottish lol. I hope you enjoy. There should be a rough translation with every word or phrase but if I’ve missed any let me know!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Scottish! Female reader

Trigger Warnings: Swearing is all! Unless you count the use of Y/N as one. Also I call Scots a dialect once, please don’t come for me my people.

Word Count: 1.9k (oh my god it’s over 1000 words!!!)

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When Bucky had first met Y/N, he had no clue what she was saying but the confusing phrases and silly placement of random words she intrigued him. Originally just her speech had him interested but it wouldn’t stay like that.

It was only after 4 months of getting to know her, speaking to her almost everyday, whether she was happy, sad or drunk until Bucky had been confident enough to say he understood what she was saying. Most of the time.

The others though, they hadn’t a clue.

It was winter, the temperature dropping rapidly each day. The crime didn’t stop. Bucky and Y/N had just finished their patrol, thoughourly soaked to the bone from the unrelenting rain.

The doors to the elevator opened on the communial floor, Y/N popping out first with a grumpy Bucky, looking akin to a soggy cat following behind.

“Fuck me it’s baltic out there like” the thick accent boomed across the living area, the others looked at her in confusion. Bucky gazed at their bewildered faces, sighing.

“She said it’s cold”. At the translation they all gave a variation of agreement, they were thankfully Bucky had spent a lot of time around her. They needed a translator, and he needed a girlfriend.

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Lover boy. Sam had started calling him around HQ and it stuck, much to Bucky’s bemusement and confusion. He didn’t see the heart eyes he’d gaze at Y/N with, after all. ‘They were just too lazy to learn’, he said to himself, pummeling shot after shot into the thick punching bag.

“Careful lover boy, you’ll knock the stuffing out of it” Sam quipped, entering the gym, his skipping ropes hung loosely over his shoulder.

“Lover boy” Bucky repeated lowly whilst sending a vicious right hook into the leather, he was thinking of Sam’s face. The nickname tasted disgustingly bitter on his tongue, Sam just laughed.

‘Lover boy? What the hell kind of name was Lover boy anyways?’ A deep scowl settling itself onto his features as he thought. He almost didn’t hear the gym door squeak open again.

“Ooft, don’t look in the fridge you’ll turn the milk sour” She giggled at her own joke. ‘Very funny Y/N’ Bucky mused in his head. His scowl worsened, if it was even possible but he failed to repress the small blush at the sound of her chuckles.

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Bucky had been stuck on those words all day. The the nickname never failed to leave his head after any one of the group called him it, the foul mood it brought following it as well. The only person Bucky hadn’t chewed the head off of was Y/N. Which the others weren’t particularly surprised about.

Watching a grown man shovel cereal into his mouth was probably the most interesting thing Y/N had ever seen, sorcerers and aliens be damned. The conversation she was having with Nat and Sam fading in and out of her mind in favour of watching Bucky chew violently, throughly slaughtering the wheat O’s.

“What do you think?” Nat asked, a smile playing on her lips. She’d caught her staring at Bucky, again.

“Huh?”

“About love, Sam thinks that everyone has a soulmate but I’m not so sure. What say you?” Nat clarified, leaning forward on her chair.

“Well my granny used to say, ‘What’s fur ye, will no go by ye’ so I suppose that’s my stance” She smiled at Nat who’s jaw had dropped in utter confusion.

“Hey lover boy, translate that” Sam shouted over to Bucky, his icy gaze turned in the direction of the trio. Allowing himself to linger a little too long on Y/N’s soft features.

“Hey!” Clicking his fingers at Bucky, Sam directed his attention back to the conversation.

“She said what’s for you won’t go by you. It means if you are bound to get something you will get it”. His features turned almost deadly “and click your fingers in my face again and you’ll get what’s coming for you”

“Ok, ok. Keep the heid” (calm down) she interjected, her small hand coming up to rest on the metal of Bucky’s shoulder , her soft fingers grazing over the sensitive skin at the edge. Such a simple gesture shouldn’t have caused his heart to flutter in the way it did.

As soon as Y/N had disappeared, Nat following behind, Bucky cornered Sam in the kitchen.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” He questioned. Sam picked up on the threatening tone laced through his voice.

“Calling you what man?” He chuckled back, trying to act innocent but he crumbled, laughing at the tension.

“Lover boy.”

The sound of Bucky’s angry voice saying those words had Sam buckled in two. He laughed hard, his palm slapping against his thigh as he propped himself up with the other.

“You don’t think we haven’t seen those looks, for a grumpy old man you sure do give her the heart eyes” Sam spoke once his fit of giggles subsided.

“Banner ‘hypothosised’ you were falling in love the first time you translated for her. Not a single person in this building knows what she’s saying except you, it’s not friendship that’s making you want to learn”

Bucky’s faced was flushed red, from anger or embarrassment at being caught out? he had no clue. Probably from both.

“Steve is the least laziest man I know and even he couldn’t learn, he tried many times” Sam explained. Bucky remebered the few occasions Steve had grabbed him by the shoulder or wrist, asking what the misspelled phrases or words in his little red book had meant, phrases you’d said to him that flew over his head. Sam was right.

“Steve also had 10$ on you having a crush on her” Sam let slip, tucking in his lips as soon as the words escaped.

“You’re taking bets on me!” He hissed

“Come on man, how could we not. It was Tony’s idea” Sam was trying to save his own ass by pushing others under the bus.

“I cannot believe you” Bucky snapped before turning on his heel, he’d deal with Sam later. Right now he had to relax. His feet moved on their own, seeking out a familiar room.

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Her door rattled, its hinges threatening to break if they were shuddered any longer.

“Alright keep your hair on I’m coming” she exclaimed, rushing from the bathroom with a pale green facial mask painted on her face.

“Bucky! w-what are you doing here?” She asked, embarrassment filling her body at the thought of her appearance.

He didn’t say a word, pushing past her and flopping down on her bed in a way a huffy toddler would flop to the floor if they didn’t get their own way.

“Ok then” she mumbled to herself, taking a seat next to his sprawled out body.

“Who shat in your cereal?” A normal thing for her to say, he knew she was only asking what was up. Even if her tone was a little mocking.

“Sam”.

“Oh how did I guess?” Laughing at her own words as she lay back beside Bucky, her head unintentionally resting against his inner arm.

He thought of moving, thought of whipping his arm to his side but the soft hair slightly tickling his flesh was grounding him. Allowing the anger to dissipate from his body.

“You know they keep calling me lover boy” He stated. ‘Lover boy?’ She thought. ‘Why lover boy?’.

“Why lover boy?” She asked, the question mimicking his thoughts from earlier.

“Well that’s what I asked Sam. I didn’t like his answer, not that it was much of an answer” Bucky responded, although Sam had told him bluntly he didn’t feel comfortable enough to repeat it to her.

He turned his head to watch her soft features try to determine the answer of her own question, she hadn’t even noticed his sapphire eyes watching her. With those same heart eyes that Sam had mentioned.

Gazing lovingly into the side of her head. His pupils dilated, watching every twitch of her brows, every time her eyelashes brushed against her cheek as she blinked. Every time her pink tongue peeked out to wet her plush lips.

Oh my god! Sam was right. He hadn’t just learned her dialect because of genuine interest in the meaning, but because of his interest in her.

He pulled his body up suddenly, her head flopping against the bed causing her to squeak in surprise.

“Gonnae no dae that!” (Don’t do that!) She yelped in surprise, the accent coming through thicker than ever but Bucky was far too focused on his own thoughts.

“Bucky?” She sat up as well, leaning forward almost comically to catch a glance of his frustration streaked face.

“Are you alright?” ‘Fuck that accent was distracting’ he thought. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t keep his feelings bottled up, he didn’t want to lose Y/N as a friend but the longer the feelings festered the worse they got felt to keep hidden.

“No. I can’t do this anymore Y/N, I can’t be around you everyday, I can’t watch movies together, I can’t drink with you anymore. I can’t do anything with you anymore. Not until I’ve said what I have to say” Bucky exclaimed. He was sure he sounded angry to her but after all the pent up frustration as a result of having to keep himself from smashing his lips against hers had built up to its boiling point, he was hoping she’d understand.

“What the hell is going on?” She sounded crestfallen, the words breaking her heart. Had she said or done something wrong? Offended him in some way?

“I have spent too much time together with you, as friends. I can’t keep denying my feelings anymore, it’s hurting me physically to hold myself back. I’m borderline insane because I have to contain my thoughts of you” He took a deep breath, looking everywhere but her wide eyes.

“I love you, I have done so for a while. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, I mean I’m a horrible person. The things I did as the Winter Soldier to you, to everyone I’m surprised you even consider me a frie-“

He didn’t get the chance to finish his rant before she’d pulled him towards her. Stealing his lips away from his words selfishly.

The realisation of what exactly was going on clicked, he acted quickly, pulling her close. Almost too close to his own large frame. He groaned into her mouth at the feeling of her long nails scratching his scalp lightly.

His tongue poked against her mouth, fighting for dominance against her own when she let him in.

He’d never imagined he’d feel a kiss like this, not ever again but here it was. If he could’ve, he would’ve died of asphyxiation right then and there. She pulled away first, her breath heavy against his swollen mouth and reddened face.

“You’re an eejit” (idiot) She beamed, pecking his lips again.

“Tha gaol agam ort” she whispered, as if anything louder would scare him and his thoughts of her away.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he knew a lot of phrases but this one had him stumped. She noticed the confusion in his features.

“It means I love you” she explained, tucking a loose strand of his soft brunette hair behind his ear.

“I love you too” he replied, mustering up all the passion he felt for her and squeezing it into those few words. Her eyes widened slightly, a laugh bubbling up from her throat. She tried covering her mouth but he pulled her hand away.

“What? What is it?” He smiled as well. Her giggles setting off bubbling fireworks in his abdomen.

“You have my face mask all over you”

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Ahhh, im actually proud of this. Even if it was a little selfish of me to write one with this topic.

AND it’s over 1000 words which is a big deal considering I can’t seem to stay focused for 2 minutes. I can’t wait to never write something as good as this again lol

I hope you enjoy x

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

wip wednesday whenever!

tagged by: @philtstone, thank you so much! 💜

no-pressure tagging: @theawkwardterrier @frasers-of-my-heart @forgetmenotsassenach17

rules: post a snippet from your most recent wip and then tag others to do the same.

How about some much-deserved softness for our Seaside babies?

Jamie rolled to his side, his breath heavy as his eyes slid shut. His hand roamed across Claire’s belly and settled on the velvety skin at her hip, tracing patterns there with his fingertips. Claire hummed softly. Even coming down from the high of their joining, he still couldn’t get enough of her. As if she’d had the same thought, his wife rolled toward him and slid one arm around his waist. With new territory of her body exposed, his hand traveled the path of her spine, up to her neck and then down to her backside. She was a gift, every time; a living, breathing, burning work of art that he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch.  She placed several gentle, unhurried kisses along his bare chest and shoulder, and a soft groan escaped him. “Tha gaol agam ort, mo ghràidh.” The declaration slipped out, unguarded and honest — and safe in the knowledge that she wouldn’t grasp the meaning.

[itsmaybitheway]

WiP Wednesday 04/17

Hello lovely lovely people of Tumblr, I’ve been awful at being on here so my sincerest apologies 🤍 Life and work has been hectic but I’m slowly making my way through my notifications!!!

Thank you @suseagull04 @junebugclaremontdiaz @emmalostinwonderland @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @porcelainmortal @wordsofhoneydew @porcelainmortal @theprinceandagcd @duchessdepolignaca03 and @happiness-of-the-pursuit for the Several Sentence Sunday tags, I unfortunately was battling in the jaws of capitalism (was at work) all day so I shall use them today!! And thank you @onthewaytosomewhere @msmarvelouswinchester and again to Sara for WiP Wednesday tags! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH Y’ALL ARE GEMS 💎💍

Today’s snippet is from a WiP I have for @thebrownstone servers Eras Tour Event. Since this fic is inspired by a song in Speak Now, you guys’ll read the whole thing on 22nd of April 🤍

He’s the one who let ‘sweetheart’s and ‘babe’s and ‘I love you’s in the morning get to his head; he’s the one who foolishly thought they might have meant something more to Alex, just the way they did to him; he’s the one who fell in love with the sun personified knowing he himself is nothing but darkness.

Big strong arms wrap themselves around Henry, tears continuing to stream down his face and everything feels right in a way it shouldn’t. Because Alex doesn’t love him the way he wants, the way he yearns, the way he needs.

Those arms shouldn’t be around him, shouldn’t hold him like he matters because then he’ll believe it. He’ll believe and misinterpret all the friendly gestures the way he’s been doing all these months…

Because Alex doesn’t mean it like that when he holds Henry in a tight embrace, when ‘sweetheart’ spills from his lips like they never belonged to anyone else, when he looks at Henry with that shine in his eyes that makes him weak in the knees. He means them all in a friendly way.

Alex is just affectionate, loving, he is just gregarious. And Henry? Henry is weak, and in love, willing to live off of love crumbs and slowly die like a parched man drinking sea water than accept the reality.

As always an open tag to anyone who wants to take part and please tag me if you do, I wanna see what y’all been cooking 🤍 and some no-pressure attached tags below the cut

@agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @absolute-audacity @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @clottedcreamfudge @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @nocoastposts @orchidscript @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @sunnysideprince @zwartmagazine