#Fly-Half

[keferon]

…..I should be working rn but one of the songs in my playlist hit harder than usual so

[maverices]

Do you think Mav thought of Ice when he and Bradley marched through the snow-covered forest after being shot down? Do you think he thought of Ice as he felt the cold seep into his bones and the snow kiss his hair and the wind flush his face? Do you think he found the F-14, fully fueled and in near perfect condition, and thought of all the times Ice had gotten him out of a tight spot and back into the air? Do you think he flew the F-14 out to the open sea, hoping against hope there would be a familiar voice over comms, a second shadow on the glistening, deadly waves beneath him? Do you think he stood on deck of the aircraft carrier amidst a chaos of triumph and relief, and couldn't help but look for one particular face in the crowd?

[justaz]

thinking about arthur who has crazy quick reflexes and is a relatively light sleeper who woke up to the sound of someone in his room and saw merlin crouched down messing with his keys before softly asking “whatre you doing?…before breakfast?”

[goathouseofficial]

jammer with wings scooping evan up and carrying him off while he rages and threatens is so funny and good and also I'm. I. fuck.

[littledemo0n]

Excuse me im just gonna spam all of these over here...(part 1 [yes there's more])

[deeva-arud]

So, about that one AU that's been marinating in my mind for years

[aroaceleovaldez]

It's honestly wild to me that ToA went through so much trouble to emphasize the fact that Will did not magically fix all of Nico's problems and was explicitly not Nico's only doctor.

Only for TSATS to have Will fix all of Nico's problems and have Nico be entirely reliant on him the entire book and literally helpless without him and LITERALLY have Nico's problems be magically removed.

[zer0-g]

Red/Pink haired trans girls ❤🏳️‍⚧️

Please feel free to add more

[chloesimaginationthings]

Guys consider the following, their combo move

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[ranticore]

tack and stuff

[bo0tleg]

When an important person in the Navy dies in office (as in, still in the position they held, not necessarily in the actual office), it's tradicional to fly a U.S. flag half-staff from the base that person served in at time of death. The more important the person, the more bases and vessels affected.

Ice died in office as the Commander of the Pacific Fleet. There's no doubt that at least his home base (I'm assuming Miramar, but officially it should be Pearl Harbor-Hickam) flew half-staff for at least the day and the day after. But he was Commander of the Pacific Fleet. That's an entire fucking FLEET under his control.

I haven't been able to find any occasion in the Pacific Fleet History where a Commander of the Fleet died in office (specifically Pacific, I did find Atlantic Fleet and Chief of Naval Operations), but I trust that it's a big fucking thing.

When I was FINALLY able to find what would be the protocol on this shit, it said that 'all ships present, not underway, and by naval stations in the vicinity should fly the National Ensign Half-Mast'. From the time off death until sunset of the day of funeral.

What If they let it fly for longer? I mean, Iceman was a big fucking thing. One more star and all of the Navy would be affected. What if they let it fly half-staff a little longer, to honor the man that died?

Just imagine Mav coming back from that mission, happy to have his son back, only to be faced with a half-staff flag flowing in the wind.

[official-penis-posts]

In the city where I live there is a building with two very interesting windows. They look like winged penises and I giggle every time I see them.

Behold

The prophecy foretold of a flying penis, and lo and behold, in the year of our Lord, two thousand and twenty-three, Jeff of Bezos did take his giant penis shaped rocket too close to the sun

[beforethepoison]

“I’d say, ‘You’ve heard ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’?’, and they’d say, ‘Of course’. I’d say, ‘Look it’s me, let us in. I can play you a tune. I robbed some stuff, I took a lot of drugs, but I’m all right’.” - Noel Gallagher talking to God in the gates of heaven

[aimseytv]

similar to how a wasp will emit a strange chemical once fallen to alert their hive, i hope the universe will be just as kind when my time comes and allow my body to release a harmless fume so that nearby flowers know it’s safe to bloom

[moraent-keys]

My fluttershy design