#I don't know if any of this makes any sense

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington showing up to Hellfire made sense.

He knew the kids. After The Incident of which they Do Not Speak Of, he knew Eddie. There was a friendship there that was pulling him into Hellfire’s orbit, and the elder members followed their leader's cues when it came to jocks who had decided to redeem themselves and evolve into beloved town hall heroes. 

Showing up to Corroded Coffin’s recently restarted band practice required a bit more adjusting, but it was fine. 

Everything was fine.

Steve showing up in the middle of a heated, completely nonsensical argument with Eddie, was also, unfortunately, growing to be something normal and fine--but arguing over Jeff specifically?

That was a little harder to ignore. 

“That’s my Robin.”  Eddie had started, pointing sternly towards Jeff as he marched up Gareth’s driveway. 

Steve rolled his eyes. 

“You already claimed Gareth as your Robin, you can't also claim Jeff.”

Yes I can! Because I have two--no, no, three!” Eddie counted on waiving fingers, “I have three Robin's, Grant’s one too!

Jeff blinked, before turning to his other bandmates. “Any idea about what this is about or…”

Nope.” Gareth refused to even look at the duo arguing. “And I don't want to know.”

“Okay then.” 

“They each have different specialties,” Eddie was animatedly arguing, having stopped in the center of the garage to square up to Steve. “So combined they make up one Robin.” 

“That's not how that works!” Steve loudly scoffed, arms winging out in a way that disturbingly, looked like a move he had copied from Eddie. 

He got a smirk in return. “Don't  be mad because I'm more popular than you are these days, Steven.” 

Oh now they were approaching dangerous territory-- Eddie was getting smug.

A smug Eddie, Jeff knew, was an obnoxious Eddie. The kind of obnoxious that refused to let things go and claimed victory over random bullshit. The type of obnoxious that would take weeks to kill, with them all suffering through Eddie’s crowing in the meantime.

Given the look on Steve’s face, he knew it too.

There was only one way to prevent the monster known as Smug Eddie, and that was to cut him at the knees before he properly got started. 

Something no member of Hellfire had ever before managed to accomplish--on purpose.

Steve, Jeff thought, was not a member of Hellfire. 

With a sudden and distrustworthy narrowing of his eyes, the ex-jock asked. “Didn't you say Jeff bakes?”

“No--” Eddie spat instantly but it was too late, Steve was already turning and--oh God, trying to pull Jeff into this shit. 

“Yes--hey Jeff, man, do you bake?”

“Uh…”

Grant looked between Steve, Eddie and Jeff, before taking one giant step to the right of them all.

The traitor. 

“Don't answer that!” Eddie commanded, stalking around to put himself between Jeff and Steve. “Do not answer that!” 

“I--yeah?” Jeff answered anyway, confused to hell but choosing to trust Steve on this one.   

Unfortunately for Corroded Coffin as a whole, and Jeff specifically, what they were missing was the fact that Steve could be a downright petty bitch. 

“What’s the hardest thing you can reliably bake?” 

It took a moment for Jeff to realize Steve was still talking to him, given his eyes were locked onto Eddie’s. 

“I like doing those kind complicated swirls with frosting sometimes?” Realizing how that sounded he quickly added; “To make cool patterns and shit!”

Steve nodded once, before boldly declaring: “I'm taking Jeff.” 

Eddie sputtered. 

“No you are not--” 

“That way,” Steve said, steamrolling right over, “you have two and I have two.”  

“Were not sharing cookies here, Steve!” 

“I know,” Steve retorted and oh God, now he sounded smug, “because Jeff and I haven't baked them yet.

“No--no! Jeff, Jeffery look at me.” The older teen whirled around to face Jeff, face serious. “You are forbidden to bake with this heathen.” 

“Wow, controlling much?” Steve drawled, moving fluidly around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Eddie, facing Jeff. With a weighty sincerity, he said, “I would never tell you what to do.”

“Yes he would! Yes He absolutely would! 

“What the fuck.” Jeff muttered, as they both continued to stare at him while maintaining their argument with each other. 

“You made eye contact, this is on you.” Grant told him. 

20 minutes later and Jeff would finally announce he was not going to do anything with anyone until after band practice. 

20 hours later, Steve would invite himself into Jeff’s house with a bag full of baking ingredients and a look in his eye that terrified Jeff more than Jason ever had. 

2 days later, Eddie would loudly declare Jeff’s status as a traitor, only to renounce it five seconds later after Gareth shoved one of the cookies they baked in his mouth mid rant. Only then would he agree that Steve could have Jeff as “his second Robin.” 

Unfortunately, he did this in front of the real Robin, who, as it turns out, can give one hell of a rant. 

(Later, Jeff, Grant and Gareth would loudly declare Robin their Queen and expert in all things Steve and Eddie, going so far as to present her with a Burger King crown to seal the deal. 

She would proudly wear it, despite all the bitching it caused from Steve and Eddie.) 

[captain-daryn]

This!!!! This this this!

And just in general, yeah it's good to ask questions, but it is better to know how to look something up. With the internet literally in our hands there is no reason to ask even simple questions like 'what movie is this?'

Start with something you do know about it. Going along with the movie example, do you recognize any of the actors? Do you know the time period it was made? Do you know what the movie or clip is about? Can you get an exact quote from the scene you are watching or is being referenced? Any information is a starting point to finding out what you want to know.

I feel like a lot of people's comprehension skills just go down the drain outside of school, or they expect people to feed the information to them. I didn't realize how important it was, but it makes sense now *why* we learned that. Because if you cannot comprehend what is going on, you need to figure it out. You need to know what kind of questions you need to ask yourself based on the information you do know, and then how to search them up.

Learn how to use search engine tools! Boolean searches help you narrow down things. Especially if you are getting a lot of a specific source that you don't want, or are not able to find a source you do (often while image searching I have to -TikTok and -YouTube in my search bar to narrow it down). Sometimes you have to do a lot of vague searching to narrow it down, or start with something very specific and broaden your horizon based on what else you can find.

Something my professors do all the time is make us 1) try to find the answer ourselves first, then 2) ask a classmate for help. And if we are STILL stumped, then we can 3) ask the professor for help. It helps take a load off of the professors plate for questions, but also teaches the students to try and problem solve themselves first and helps them learn more in the future.

As a kid, I had a specific toy dog of 101 Dalmatians that I took EVERYWHERE with me. It was one of my favorite toys. I took it to my grandmothers one time and lost it in the stream behind her house. Every so often I would remember it, and would google search what I could to see if I could find it again. I used image searches, eBay sold listings, anything I could. Until one day I finally found a 'Disney toy lost and found' group on Facebook. I brought what information I had already to help me narrow it down and someone else knew exactly what I was looking for and helped me find it. For nostalgia sake, when I finally found one on eBay, I purchased it. I felt so accomplished to find it.

It is incredibly important to train yourself to have your first instinct be to look something up.

Don't know how to do something? Look it up.

See a piece of news mentioned on social media? Look it up.

Not sure if something is making it to the broader public consciousness, either because you don't see it much or you see people saying nobody is talking about it? Look it up.

Don't know what a word means? Look it up.

It will make you a better reader and a better writer, but it will also just make you more equipped to cope with the world.

So often, I see people talking about something as though it is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged it, when I've been reading reports about it on the news for months or years. Or I see someone totally misinterpreting an argument because they clearly don't know what a word means--or, on the other hand, making an argument that doesn't make sense because they aren't using words the right way.

Look things up! Check the news (the real news, not random people on social media)! Do your research! You (and the world) will be better for it.

[honey-bitch]

⊹ Astro Observations #9

Disclaimer: These posts are general and yeah my interpretation so they may not resonate.

🐇 Leo's naturally want attention even if you have one placement, they might get a bit upset if they aren't visibly appreciated. However this makes them have an insane drive in order to get it.

The smartest girl in my school as a Leo Venus in the 9th house and she sometimes tells me 'I hate my brother he gets all the attention and not me', 'I'm planning for world domination' - she says this stuff as a joke but ... is she joking.

🐇 When I was doing my astrology reading giveaways I rarely ever saw any Sagittarius suns, maybe because they're in my 12th house and didn't trust me lololol.

🐇 I could always trust a virgo placement to give me feedback on my reading, it's in their nature to crtique.

🐇 However scorpios and in general people with scorpio placements are the ones to ghost me the most. Like I'm not expecting these people to open up.

🐇 When interacting with a person who has the opposite mars to you, there's a great difference in perspective and interpretation when it comes to drama and gossip.

Like for example I was talking to my Cs tutor about this chronically ill kid in my class and I said 'I'm shocked that he could walk home after he fainted in class I would've called a cab or smt' but my tutor who has a Capricorn mars said 'it's good that he had built that strength, and isn't depending on his parents'

🐇 I also find that even if a person has the cutie patooty signs (libra, pisces, Leo etc) if they have that strong mars they stand on business but they do it in such a loving and supportive way.

🐇Gemini and Saggitarius both are drawn to each other because they literally have the same wacky sense of humour like my gemini and sag rising friend literally send the same alien language posts to each other.

🐇 If you bagged a venus/pluto person treat them sooo wellll, because they are so DOWN BADDD. Like omg they have dreams about you and nightmares like omg thy are sooo down bad.

🐇However if you do have a venus pluto aspect make sure to choose wisely as it could indicate that you may experience some betrayals when it comes to love or whatever house venus rules in your chart. - If you're a women this applies less to you if you're a man

🐇Also to add when I was doing the giveaways Aries was the #1 placement that tried to bend the rules.

🐇 If you're late to any event call up ur Aries Gemini friend like omggg these people literallyyyy are sooo fasttt it's crazyyy.

🐇If you got saturn aspecting your venus you can be more hesitant when it comes to love and it may take some time.

🐇 Whatever you got on your ascendant is what you attract the most like e.g. if you got venus on the asc you attract a lot of Libras/taurus'

🐇 Pisces men can be very much into discrimination and innapropirate behaviour because the pisces energy is in it's negative state of being boundless and blurry like these guys don't think clearly nor except there to be consequences for their actions.

🐇 People with sun mars conjunction may have been very angry at some point in their life.

🐇 Capricorns/ People with Saturn on their ascendant may have been called a 'boomer' or 'grandma' at one point in their life

🐇 5th house placements are just pure entertainment goals, like they just know how to have fun and act especially if in a fire sign

🐇 Lilith aspecting the asc women are just so freaky with each other especially if lilith is in a fire sign. They're genuinely more comfortable with their sexuality.

🐇 Saturn in the 11th may remove themselves from society.

Like prince Harry when he had his Saturn return he married Meghan and shut out his community and filtered his friends.

🐇Having your chart ruler being in the 12th house especially ruler of the 4th in the 12th can make a person not desire to leave their house.

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[moralityandmusings]

DP x DC: STOP FUCKING WITH TIME!

Barry Allen was a pro at the hero gig at this point. He'd stopped Reverse Flash, he'd kind of adopted his child who time-jumped from the future with minimal anomalies, dealt with cross-dimensional gorillas, and had recently managed to secure himself a spot on the Justice League. He was confident that he was pretty good at all this.

He was not, however, confident about how this child (teenager?) managed to sneak into his apartment.

Said child (teen?) was currently lounging on his sofa, fiddling with the remote for the television, and pointedly not making eye contact with Barry.

And Barry had just come in using his powers.

"What- uh. What are you doing here?" Barry questioned, slowly putting down the bag of groceries containing the chips he was asked to bring for the cookout at the West's house later that night.

"Dude, why do you even pay for cable? There's literally nothing on to watch! Look at this: cooking channel, news, minor league sports, news, news, black and white movies, ugh! This is a waste of your money." The kid didn't move from his relaxed position on the couch.

"To be fair, I rarely have the time to sit and watch any shows nowadays, but I can take that into consideration." Barry calmly said as he started inching towards the seat beside the sofa.

The kid seemed to ponder that for a second, actually pausing his aimless flicking through the channels.

"I guess that would make sense. Can't save the world and watch soap operas at the same time, can you?" The kid smirked at him, finally looking his direction. Barry stilled at the edge of the sofa, shocked by the statement. Now that he was closer he saw several unsettling things. One, the kid wasn't actually laying on the sofa, he was floating about an inch above the cusions. Two, The kids shocking white hair was moving as though there was a breeze blowing through it, but there was no airflow in the apartment. The AC was not even running at that moment. Three, the kids eyes had lasered in on him, and those eyes were a vibrant, glowing green. It was unnatural. All of it was.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about kid." Barry stated. "Yeah, sure. Now you'll tell me that you aren't about to hit the panic button that Cisco and Caitlin installed in your earpiece."

Barry's hand, which had been coming up to his head to play off hitting his earpiece's panic alarm by pretending to rub at his neck and face out of stress, paused halfway up.

"How do you know about that?" Barry stuttered out.

"Oh, same way I know a lot of things. Not something you should worry about right now though." The kid shrugged and started flipping through the channels again.

Barry, admitting defeat somewhat, sunk into the armchair across from the sofa.

"Right now?" He sighed out.

"Oh no, definitely not right now." The kid smiled with teeth that were a little too sharp and a mouth a little too wide to be fully human. A meta, maybe?

"No, Flash, right now you should definitely be more concerned about what my friend ClockWork wants me to do with you if you don't STOP FUCKING WITH TIME!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Can't Have One Without the Other 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The knock makes you jump. You close the cabinet and sigh. The downstairs bathroom doesn't have much more than hand towels and soap. 

"Doll, I got my med kit. Let me have a look at you," Bucky calls through. 

You look at yourself, a wadded length of toilet paper pressed to your cheek. You don't want him anywhere near you. Not after that. 

Before you felt repugnant, now you feel trapped. 

"It's not that bad," you force your voice steady. "I just need to keep pressure on it." 

"Doll," he leans on the door. "You know I wouldn't mean to do that. This damn plate in my hand keeps lifting--" 

"That's... you should get that fixed," you stammer. 

He's quiet. The door shifts again. 

"Your heart's racing," he says.  

You sigh, "Bucky," you frown, "just give me a minute, okay?" 

The last word peaks and you cringe. You're not doing a very good job of staying calm. You hear him sniff and the handle jiggles.  

"Baby, let me just have a look. I feel awful--" 

He doesn't stop. Before, he couldn't be bothered to answer a phone call, now he won't let you breathe. You push on the tissue until your flesh throbs and face the door. You flick the lock back.  

He opens it from the other side. "Hey, uh, let me have a look." 

You drop your hand and stare at the wall. He sets the melt on the counter and frames your face. You wince. His touch is lighter than before.  

"Shit, I'm sorry. I... your face. I never would mean to cut to such a pretty one," he flips the lid of the kit. "I was... I'm scared too, you know? I don't wanna lose you. That's all it is." 

You swallow and let him wipe the cut with alcohol. You can't speak. If you do, you might break. You know he can hear your fear but can be hear your anger? Your hurt. 

"I got the chicken out so it doesn't burn. I'll fix dinner when I'm done with you," he says as he presses sterile strips across the cut. "No stitches. Hopefully it won't scar." 

You lower your lashes and inhale, "thanks." 

"Of course. I'll always take care of you," he frames your chin. "I didn't do it on purpose." 

"Got it," you meet his eye. "Can I go change my shirt?" 

His gaze falls to the droplets on your shirt. His cheek ticks. "You don't have to ask me like I'm some tyrant." 

You stare at him. He shakes his head and steps out of your way. "God forbid you're stuck with me," he raises his hands. "I'll set the table. You don't gotta lift a finger." 

You pass him and measure your steps. You want to run but you know better. Right now, there's nowhere for you to go. 

You don’t even know if you want to go. Even if you could. It was a question. A conversation you thought would be kept private. You’re hurt by Bucky but even more so by Natasha. Worse, you feel stupid. How could you think anyone would ever take your side? 

Look at it from the outside. You’re married to a hero, an avenger, someone who can support you. You don’t have to work, you work because you didn’t want to be that kept wife. Your comics barely prevented that, did they? You’re not a housewife but still kept. 

You go upstairs and switch out your shirt. This one’s loose, a deep burgundy without any detail. Just a plain jersey tee. 

You linger in the bedroom. You’re nervous. Afraid. Your adrenaline is still surging. You feel his iron grip around your jaw. 

When you started dating, you loved how strong Bucky was. He could pick you up like nothing. And he did. He loved it. How you would gasp and giggle. You don’t have fun like you used to. 

You make yourself go downstairs. If he has to come find you, you don’t expect it will go any better than the last encounter. He has the table set, the salad waiting. 

“Croutons?” He asks as you sit. 

“No thanks,” you say. You’re cutting back the carbs. 

You pick up the fork and jab into the lettuce and tomatoes. He’s acting like it’s all fine. Like your face isn’t totally fucked up. It’s not that bad. He could do worse. And it was an accident. So he says. But he grabbed you on purpose. He did that all intentionally. 

“You know,” he pauses as he chews. He swallows thickly, “if you wanna work out, we could do it together. Like we used to.” 

You look up at him. You shove a mouthful of salad through your lips to stifle a scoff. There’s nothing you want to do with him at the moment. 

You nod and gulp down the vinaigrette laden lettuce. He didn’t toss it very well. 

“Sure, it could work,” you say. “I just wouldn’t want to be in your way.” 

“Oh, you think Sam doesn’t?” He snorts. “The guy’s always messing around.” 

“Right, yeah, I... haven’t heard from him in a while.” 

“He’s busy. Too busy for me. Plus, I think he likes Steve better,” Bucky shrugs. “Think I’m falling out of style.” 

He stares at you. You flinch. You lower your chin and take another bite. 

“We can start tomorrow,” he suggests. 

You nearly shrug. You stop yourself. Your indifference won’t help. You need to start trying. Not to keep this together, but to pretend you are. 

“I think it’s a good idea,” you agree. You clear your throat and wipe your mouth with the napkin he placed beside your bowl. “Maybe we can figure this out. Maybe... you know, the—what I spoke about with Nat, it’s girl talk. It’s not anything serious. I just... had doubts.” 

“Let’s move past it,” he says as he rests his metal fist beside his bowl. You stare at his knuckles before you make yourself look him in the face. 

“Sure,” you stir your salad. “I just...” you bite the inside of your lip. Stop while your ahead. “A whole month?” 

He huffs, “I get it. Alright? I should’ve answered. I know. I... I didn’t think you’d want to sit and listen to me rant about the idiots they got me training.” 

“But I would,” you say. “If you’d just picked up the phone.” 

His fist tightens, “noted.” 

You poke at the lettuce and exhale slowly. You’re already standing on the line, no use stepping past it. You touch your cheek without thinking and his eyes flash. You tear your hand away and put it against the side of the bowl instead. 

“Thanks for finishing this up for me,” you scoop up some more chicken, “um, and the flowers are pretty.” 

“Well, you’re my wife. I do everything for you. Everything,” he snarls. 

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Late night bath (Arthur Morgan x fem!reader)

This is inspired by my fic 'Set in Sand' where the reader washes herself off at the river and Arthur tags along to keep an eye on her. Though in here it takes a more intimate turn.

You also don't have to read 'Set in Sand' in order to read this one! <3

Word count: 3k

Tags: 18+ MDNI, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, Arthur pulls out, she/her pronouns, Chapter 6, no TB Arthur Morgan, High Honor Arthur Morgan

As the sun slowly begins to set and drowning the camp in a deep orange hue, you pick up a fresh pair of clothes to take with you. There's still dried dirt stuck to your skin and hair and you don't feel like riding all the way to Annesburg just for a bath. So you take a bar of soap and make your way to the nearby river.

"And where do you think you're goin'?", a male voice calls out to you and you turn around on your heels, slightly startled by the sudden appearance.

Arthur has his thumbs hooked into his belt and strolls over to where you're standing. At the sight of him, all tension immediately leaves your muscles and you let out a relieved sigh.

"Thought I could head to the river and wash off properly.", you answer, pointing with your thumb behind you. Much to your surprise, he shakes his head and takes the stuff you're carrying from you.

"You ain't goin' there alone.", he says, his tone making it clear that he won't tolerate any protest. Not that you care though.

"I think I'm pretty capable of washing off by myself.", you argue and follow him down the small path, that leads away from camp.

"I ain't doubtin' your skills, sweetheart." There is a heavy pause. "It's just...lately you've been gettin' shot at everytime I look away."

His concern warms your heart and you reach out to touch his arm. You can't blame him for feeling that way. If the roles were reversed, you also wouldn't be comfortable letting him go out by himself. Even if it's just a few minutes walk away.

"And here I thought you were just trying to catch me naked.", you tease with a mischievous smirk beginning to take form on your face.

He let's out barking laughter and shakes his head with an amused huff.

"That ain't the case."

"Sure. Whatever excuse makes you feel better."

Once you arrive at the river, you sit down on the shore and start to take your boots off. As much as your remark was only meant to be a joke, the prospect of being completely exposed to him still makes you nervous. Maybe you could ask him to turn away or something? While you contemplate, you come up with an even better idea.

With the speed the sun is setting at, it will be dark by the time you're undressed and then he won't be able to see much of you anyways. Besides, he did say that he doesn't want to leave you alone, right?

"Do you wanna join me?", you hear yourself ask, before you can even properly process the thought.

Arthur's head snaps in your direction and he awkwardly clears his throat.

"Why? Do I smell?"

His reply makes you groan in feigned annoyance. As you go to open up the first couple of buttons on your blouse, he quickly looks the other way. Respectful as always.

"That's not what I meant and you know it.", you answer, letting your blouse slide off your shoulders. It falls to the ground without producing any sound.

Once you've removed every piece of clothing you were wearing, you tiptoe over to the outlaw and intertwine your fingers with his. You don't want to push him to do something he doesn't feel comfortable with, but you're also aware that he's just holding back.

It's both kind of silly and endearing to see a man like him this bashful about seeing you naked. Though when you think about it, it makes sense. From what you've found out, Arthur hasn't really had what you'd call a wild love life. He only rarely shows his vulnerable side to others.

As you stand up on your toes to plant a soft kiss on his jawline, you hear his breath getting caught up in his throat.

"I won't force you into the river, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.", you say in a hushed voice and make your way into the water.

At first it doesn't look like he's planning on moving from his spot at all, but then he begins to unbuckle his belt. It takes everything within you not to stare at him, so you distract yourself with brushing the dirt out of your hair.

When Arthur finally enters the cool water, he creates small waves around himself and you notice how nervous you're becoming again. The outlaw keeps a respectable distance between the two of you and you turn to face him entirely. It's impossible to fight off the excited grin on your face.

"Hey.", is all you're able to muster up and he clears his throat again.

The awkward silence between you two hangs heavy in the air, until he takes the brush out of your hands and runs it through your hair. You can't imagine that he's doing any progress with how gentle he is, but you don't complain. It feels too nice for it.

There is still a 'safe' distance between the two of you, but every now and then you feel his naked skin brush over yours. As much as you try to keep a clear head, this is quite a loaded situation and it does things to you. His fingers gently brush over your temple as Arthur moves some of your hair to the side.

Once he's done and puts the hairbrush aside, you turn around to face him. Most of the moon's light is unable to break through the dense treetops, but it's enough for you to see his outlines. His broad shoulders, his wide arms and those rough features in his face that have been marked by time and countless of fights.

His light brown hair is wet and slicked back, curling slightly around his ears. The tips of your fingers dance across the side of his face and his eyes flutter shut. This must be quite the struggle for him. Exposing himself to someone else that way again. It makes you happy, seeing how much he trusts you.

In one swift motion, you find yourself scooped up in his arms and his forehead pressed against yours. His eyes are fluttered shut as if he's aching and he whispers your name like a plea. It's so sweet and tender, but at the same time you feel like a sharp blade is piercing your heart, when you hear it.

Arthur's fingers trace your collarbone and run down the curve of your back. His touch leaves a hot trail, having you long for more. Your hands cup his cheeks and you quickly pull him closer for a kiss.

As your lips move in sync together, you press your chest flush against his. It feels like your bodies fit perfectly into each other like two puzzle pieces would. One of his hands is nestled in the crook of your neck, while the other is holding onto your hips as if you're his lifeline.

Gasps and pants fill the peaceful quiet around you, mixed together with the rustling of leaves and the rushing of water. He kisses you more, until your lips are red and your face is burning. A familiar heat pools between your legs and you rub your thighs together.

While moving your legs, you feel something else brush your skin and your mind goes blank for a brief moment. Something snaps within you and you run your tongue over the outlaw's chapped lips. He groans in response, dipping his head deeper so you would have better access.

You feel his hardened dick twitch in response when you grab a fistful of his hair and tug. The way his body reacts to your touch fills you with pride, pleased to have a tough criminal like him melt in the palm of your hands. Though you can tell that he's still somewhat holding back.

Of course he's devoting himself entirely to you and your lips, but it's as if he's not quite in it either. With a worried crease between your eyebrows you pull away and study his expression. It's a mix between lust, desperation and something else, that you can't place.

"What's wrong?", you ask, not wanting to push him. There is a long pause until he answers.

"I don't deserve to have you like this."

Hearing this from him isn't anything new. He has distanced himself from you before, because of this belief and you wish you could change his mind, make him see how wonderful he is. Gently, you cup his cheeks and watch him lean into your palms like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Don't think that way now, Arthur.", you tell him, your voice sweet like honey to his ears. "Just focus on me, okay?"

"I-"

"Don't. I want this. I want you."

For the longest time he simply stares at you, an unreadable mask on his face and you fear that he might back off anyways. But then his lips crash against yours with more vigor than before, catching you completely off guard. His hands roam all over your body as he pulls you close.

A deep groan escapes your throat, but he muffles it with his tongue. His dick is pressed against your stomach, flooding your mind with all sorts of dirty scenarios and next thing you know, you're being lifted.

"Arthur, what-"

"I don't want you here.", he interrupts you in a low voice. "Wanna hear those noises you make better."

Heat shoots up into your face and you let him carry you back on land. There he picks up some of his clothes and leads you further away from the river. You can still hear the rushing water in the background, but it's not dominating as much anymore.

At the new spot, he spreads his clothes over the grass and moss and signals for you to lay down on them. His large body follows you, towering over you like a shield. There he attacks your lips again, sliding his wet tongue over yours and nibbling at your lower lip. All this is driving you crazy and if you don't get any friction between your legs soon, you might cry out into the nightsky from frustration.

As if he had read your mind, his calloused hand travels down your body. It stops every now and then to cup your breast and have his thumb circle over your nipple. Other times he's just squeezing your waist, tummy and hip, appreciating every inch of your exposed body.

When he finally reaches your thigh, you feel like you could burst into a round of applause and cheers. Instinctively, you spread your legs for him and you feel his lips curl up into a smile in between the kisses. You don't have to look at him to know about that smug grin on his face.

Arthur runs a finger over your wet folds and every single muscle of yours trembles. This is the moment you have been dreaming of ever since the two of you got stuck in that closet during the Mayor's garden party. The thought of having his hands on you like this have haunted you nearly every night and now you finally get to live it.

That brilliant thumb of his finds it's way to your clit which is almost aching by now from all the anticipation. He rubs it in a agonizingly slow way and you claw at his shoulders, silently begging for more. His hot breath hits your face and he speeds up, unable to deny you the pleasure you're oh so desperately seeking.

Next thing you know, he slides a finger inside, searching for that sweet spot. Once he finds it and you arch your back in response, he adds another one. The way he massages your clit and curls his fingers up inside you, has you seeing stars.

"I'm so close.", you gasp out and hold onto his arms like a lifeline.

Arthur let's out a satisfied hum, keeping a steady pace. He makes sure not to slow down or to speed up, not wanting to throw you off this path to sweet release. When you pull him in for a kiss, it's to muffle the cry that tears from your lips when that knot in your stomach opens.

Your thighs shake and your back arches in an almost painful way, as the orgasm hits you like a slap to the face. Arthur continues moving his fingers, letting you ride out your high until he pulls away. An outraged gasp escapes you when he licks off that wet slick from his fingers and you half-heartedly slap his shoulder.

"What? Can't a man enjoy his meal?", he drawls with a smirk and you laugh.

"Mr. Morgan!", you squeal in feigned embarrassment.

That look of adoration and arousal on his face would have made you shy away on any other day, but not now. Now you only want to keep this going until you're both exhausted and unable to catch your breaths.

Once again it's as if he's reading your mind. He lifts your leg, propping it over his shoulder and the feeling of his thick cock on your pussy has you moaning. It flips a switch in your head and you shamelessly grind yourself against him.

Arthur furrows his eyebrows and his eyes flutter shut, as a beautiful groan leaves his mouth. The outlaw straightens his back, kneeling now and staring down at you. He looks like a dream this way.

Wet hair sticking to his forehead, his lips parted, all red and swollen from your rough kisses. Your eyes take in every detail of his. From the tan lines where he rolls up the sleeves of his button up shirts to the trail of thick, dark hair that travels down from his belly button to his bush.

"You sure 'bout this, sweetheart?", he asks, ripping you out of your thoughts and you nod hastily.

"I want this, Arthur."

The way you speak his name does something to him. Next thing you know, he slides his tip in and your eyes roll back. Slowly he pushes in the rest of his length, giving you the time to adjust. Aside from his fingers, you have also dreamed about his dick being burried inside you, but you never expected for him to make you feel this full.

He stretches your walls and sharp pain shoots through your veins from the sensation, but it disappears quickly. With one of your legs still on his shoulder, he starts to pull out and rolls his hips back forward. Every single motion is careful, gentle. His goal is not to hurt you, but to make you feel good, unaware that this slow pace of his is actually torture for you. Though it's not for the reasons he's afraid of.

"Arthur.", you breathe out his name and he immediately halts. "I need more. Please."

The worry in his face vanishes the moment he processes your words and he leans down until he's towering over you again. His elbows are planted on either side of your head to keep him up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

With one swift motion, you pull him closer, deeper inside you and he dips his head into the crook of your neck. Hot breath hits your skin, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up and he begins to thrust into you again. This time his hips move with more confidence and you moan his name over and over like a prayer.

His cock pounds into you, the slight curve of his shaft making it possible for his tip to hit your sweet spot. It makes you see stars behind your eyes and you feel another orgasm build up. The sound of both your moans and the wet slapping of skin on skin fills the air and you hope that the river is drowning it all out.

Arthur fucks you relentlessly, taking your hand in his and intertwining his fingers with yours. He whispers soft praises into your ear, pushing you more and more towards the edge.

"You feel so good. You're takin' me so good, sweetheart.", he murmurs in a raspy voice. "Goddamn, so tight."

His thrusts grow sloppier and messier, indicating that he's close as well. Then his hand leaves yours and he puts his thumb back to work on your swollen clit. It feels so good, that you barely even get the chance to warn him. Your orgasm washes over you only a few seconds later, still sensitive from the previous one and you let out a sound that makes Arthur's knees buckle.

Your walls clench around him tightly, too tight for him to hold back his own release. As much as he would love to fill you up with his cum, he forces himself to pull out and gives his dick a few pumps before spilling all over your stomach.

The water from his hair drips down onto your nose and the guttural moan leaving his lips is like music to your ears. Both your chests are rising and falling in sync with your heavy panting and he rolls over to the side. With a strong arm around your waist, Arthur pulls you closer and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"You're too good to me.", he murmurs while tracing patterns over your skin with his fingers and you give him a puzzled look.

"I didn't really do much."

"You did more for me than you can imagine."

Your muscles feel heavy and sore as you relax against his side and breathe in his scent. If you could you'd stay like this forever, but you have to get back to the camp soon.

Together you sneak to Arthur's tent, where he drapes a thick blanket of your shoulders and pulls you down to lay next to him. Your fingers are tracing the outlines of his face and you watch him drift off into a deep slumber.

[siffrins-therapist]

🦇 ernrenephandre follow

lordjosephandreispoterianfightme reminded me of THIS batshit ask I got last year, so ofc I now need to inflict it on all my new followers uwu

I'll also go ahead and link my (very correct) meta post about Lady IJK's characterization, and since xe reminded me of this ask, here's Lord's post about why Issue 43.5 should be considered canon, despite what de Plume's forward says. Enjoy!

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[Image description: Screenshot of an anonymous ask sent to ernrenephandretruther that says "Jsyk just BC you're the Savior of Vaugarde, doesn't mean anything you say about The Cursing of Château Castle is canon. Even though de Plume wrote Issue #43.5 with that Thank You in the forward, doesn't mean anything. They just wanted to appease your headcanons about that stupid side character rejoining the team and getting Lady Irene-Janine-Karine all weepy BC you can't handle the complexities of her character!!! I'd say stick to ao3 but if the events of 43.5 are anything to go by you're crab at planning anything, let alone writingg a full meta post or fic. So maybe just stick to your pilgrimage or whatever and spare the rest of us your fangirling." Ernrenephandretruther replies "2/10 anon hate. Too long-winded, de Plume themself says 43.5 is non-canon, and anon, I cannon (sic) stress this enough, I AM NOT MIRABELLE CHEVALIER. I AM LITERALLY MWUDU AND WAS TRAVELING IN KA BUE AND BAKTAN DURING THE FREEZING THERE ARE PICTURES ON MY BLOG, FEATHERS AND THREAD!!! End description]

Didn't like 90% of TCoCC blogs get that copy-pasta last year? Damn, I can't tell if anon's just salty about H. Mirabelle getting a whole-ass book written as a thank-you (FOR SAVING A COUNTRY, WHICH THE AUTHOR LIVES IN, ANON, MAKES CRABBING SENSE TO ME THEY'D WANT TO THANK HER), hated 43.5, or just another Lady IJK white knight who thinks any criticism of her characterization is a direct attack.

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Probably all 3 ngl

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Great Change I got the same anon! It's been sitting in my inbox for a year! I am still flabbergasted!!

And jw OP but why's your language set to Poterian?

🦇 ernrenephandretruther follow

Believe me, I'm still confused!

And I'm transferring to university in Poteria so I've been studying the language. I took it in school with Vaugardian but I'm kinda rusty :/ The only reason I know Vaugardian still is cause of ernrenephandre porn LMAO

🧂 lordjosephandreispoterianfightme

Anyone else get this ask since this was posted two days ago???

#fates and wells anon maybe learn to let go or w/e #i dont go here but ist that one of your Change teachings or something? #pretty sure your still going through it and should talk to someone not send out copy-pastas #tbh p sure anon is just a savior mirabelle hater idk why her antis are so fucking annoying #dont you all have anything better to do????

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🌠 loop-garou follow

If staff could stop terming me that'd be great

🥐 mysiblinginchange follow

u've literally been posting pictures of squiggles that give everyone a headache????

🌠 loop-garou follow

Skill issue.

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☕ hauntedteacup

So was that list where people were trying to figure out which ao3 account belongs to the Savior deleted or...

#cuz i have a theory #dm me if you're interested i don't want to risk getting flagged or something

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🎭 anguished-actor follow

Gonna kms that saviorship fic got so popular it was mentioned in the newspaper

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OP don't you live in Ka Bue?

🎭 anguished-actor follow

So you understand my astonishment and horror

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Here's the link to the fic for the confused people in the notes :)

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Your never satisfied until my activities page is unusable

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You're* :)

#didnt someone print out and bind a bunch of copies of that fic? #and handed them out at cons? #not shocked it got mentioned in the paper ngl #there's even rumors h. euphrasie owns a copy

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The latest report from Dormont's House of Change states that people staying there are still seeing ghosts, but most recent accounts put these ghosts mainly in the corridors and common areas. They are no longer being seen in the dorms and classrooms, and reports are becoming few enough that Head Housemaiden Euphrasie told journalists she believes the ghosts should fade by next spring. However, she does admit that she isn't sure why the ghosts have remained for as long as they have but refused to comment on where her first estimation had come from.

-mod castle

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"ghosts" when only savior siffrin's ghost is the only one being seen at the house

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Someone posted an explanation here. Basically tl;dr it's Time Craft crab

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they fucking got them

#does anyone have screenshots of whatever was in #the link chess-cheater linked? #it's gone now :/ #notes say claude hacked the site and deleted it

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🧨 defender-offender

Everyone that asks me about Mirabelle is getting blocked. Leave her tf alone, she's been through enough without everyone trying to dig up her meta essays and fics.

#stasis and stagnation i'm this close to deleting everything #claude.exe

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Disclaimer: I know Savior Siffrin never worked for the K*ng and that Savior Odile didn't actually believe this theory, this is a poll for fun.

#savior posting #voted for he forgot

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So. Uh. Anyone else hear about that game coming out? The one about Vaugarde's Saviors fighting the King?

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Didn't the dev claim to be a vessel for Vaugarde's change god?

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Yeah but. Yeah not touching that one.

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Theres gonna be a what.

#hooboy idc what the game looks like i'll be making popcorn for all the discourse that'll be popping up #is there a kickstarter i wanna donate

🌠 loop-garou follow

🧨 defender-offender

How many accounts do you have?????

🌠 loop-garou follow

You're the one flagging me?? 🥺🥺🥺

🧨 defender-offender

I don't care enough to bother.

🧨 defender-offender

I'll tell everyone to leave you alone if you tell me one thing: Are you the one who gave Euphie a bound version of that fic?

🌠 loop-garou follow

DM me and I'll tell you :3c

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Stars, I swear if that was you...

#this... this is like #proof loop-garou and/or anguished-actor are the saviors #right??? #i'm not insane??? #like it makes sense right??? #and who tf is loop??? who is that in the picture?????? is this some joke from one of the saviorshipping fics?? #are they loop-garou's sona??? #and i swear to change if i only get a bunch of asks that only say 'tee-hee'...

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[captainclickycat]

Turns out I have more to say.

So people in the notes of this kept saying "but sex is a choice! We're making this argument because sex is optional and menstruation isn't!" and first of all: WE KNOW. Nobody here was confused about that, and nothing about that statement contradicts anything that was said in the original post. It also doesn't make the comparison any more sensible or legitimate.

Secondly, let's unpack the "sex is a choice" thing a bit more.

Yes, technically, on an individual level, sex is a choice. It's not like having to eat or breathe. Having sex with other people is not necessary to any one person's continued survival or basic health.

However on a broader societal level, when it comes to preventing things like unwanted pregnancy and the spread of STI's (as well as the social costs these things entail), it's been well-established that the most effective approach is to accept that sex is a thing people are going to be doing, and provide them with education and resources accordingly. Yelling "just stop fucking!" at people without providing any of those things does absolutely nothing to prevent the above issues. If anything it makes them worse. We should treat sex as an inevitability on a societal level, even though it doesn't need to happen in any one given situation. That's why access to free contraceptives and prophylactics is a necessity, not just a case of "yeah it's great but we actually need this other thing".

And the weird thing is that people will acknowledge this and go "ok but I wasn't saying we shouldn't have free condoms! I think we should have both! I'm just saying that sex is a choice!" Ok... why? Why do you feel the need to "just say" that? If you agree that both things are important, why is there this need to keep labouring the point and repeating 'but you don't have to have sex!' over and over again? Why bring up condoms at all? Because again, the argument that menstrual products should be freely available holds up perfectly well without doing that, and there are better examples to compare it to. It's not either/or, so why treat it like a competition or a referendum on which one is "more important"? Especially when the original post brought up the AIDS crisis specifically, harping on about "oh well people could just not have sex" begins to cross over into being downright insensitive.

Another weird thing is when people who presumably read the original post (or at the very least skimmed it) still come into the notes to go "but condoms are free because men like to fuck" without acknowledging the refutation in any way.

Like, I'm not denying that the society we live in frequently treats (cishet) men's sexual desire as this super-important thing that we all have to prioritise, even at the expense of other people. But that's not an excuse to keep framing free condoms as just a product of that and nothing else, or not even bothering to ask questions like "what is the actual history behind this, who were the people that campaigned for this, what kinds of organisations are providing these things, what was the overall aim here" instead of just parroting this claim like it's gospel truth simply because "it makes sense". Again, read the original post.

I just don't think there's any claim this comparison supports that you couldn't argue for in a different, much more effective way. If anything it just derails the point by motivating people to start arguing about the necessity of this or that thing.

(Also side note for the folks who are legitimately confused, when people say "condoms are free" they mean that depending on where you live there are sexual health clinics, university campuses, certain bars etc. that provide them as a free resource. This might apply to your local area so you could do some research if you're interested. Obviously condoms aren't always free and you have to pay for them at the pharmacist's and so on. It's meant in the same sense as "toilet paper is free".)

I NEED people to understand that condoms aren’t free because “MEN like to FUCK lol,” they’re free because thirteen thousand people die from AIDS every year in the US alone.

Stop framing free menstrual products as more essential than free condoms. They should BOTH be free.

[puppysuke]

hiii! this is my first time requesting anything on tumblr so I'm a bit nervous...but I wanted to request mouthwashing crew hcs of how they act with spoiling their partner with gifts and all that if that makes sense? THIS IS SO NERVE WRACKING IM SORRY. thank you

hello, anon! thank you so much for the request! no need to be nervous, i don't bite hard :3 such a cute request <3

notes: gn reader, sfw, continue reading under the cut! art credits to iidentifyasgrass on pinterest!

tulpar crew spoiling reader!

{ curly ! }

★— he really likes to spoil you, whether you like it or not. it's one of his favorite things ever to just buy you things he think you'd like.

★— he definitely has the money to spoil you too! he has a very nice house, i think and a super nice car, like a really nice bmw or something.

★— if you scold him for getting you something so expensive, he'll make up some fake sale price he got it for. maybe he did lie, sue him.

★— if you're on a date with him and walk past a shop where you see something you'd like in the window, he immediately walks you in and gets whatever it was.

★— he likes to get you jewelry a lot. he's definitely the kinda guy to almost always tease you with marriage, handing you little boxes with earrings or necklaces in them.

★— when he finally DOES propose to you, this man does not skimp on it at all. he gets you something with a huge diamond and a beautiful design engraved on the band, your guys initials on it too!

★— he also knows to get one that isn't as flashy to wear in public since people can "steal pretty things off of pretty people like yourself," in his words.

★— i feel like he is totally into having a very independent partner who knows what they want in life, but part of him likes the idea of you being some what dependant on him since he wants to take care of you.

★— maybe he has connections to a guy who knows a guy who knows your favorite band / music artist and gets them to perform at your wedding.... sorry a little off topic but!

★— oh he also constantly is taking you fancy places to eat ans taking you to a nice store afterwards to get some things you like.

{ jimmy ! }

★— he is not rich by any means. he lives in a shitty apartment with a shitty truck that constantly breaks down, but maybe he sets aside money to get you nice things.

★— hear me out, he spoils you a lot in home cooked meals, thrift store dates, and most definitely gets a pair of pretty expensive matching necklaces.

★— the necklaces are half a heart for each of you with your name's carved on that open and have a photo of you two together inside. he never takes it off. ever.

★— he lessens his alcohol and cigarette intake to save more money to get you nice things, tbh. he totally struggled doing so, but he ended up only having a beer when he was super upset and smoking way less.

★— when you start to live together, he moves out of said shitty apartment and you move into a nice house together, but he does have to put more time into work.

★— he gets you a pet! i like to think he stole a k9 dog that was gonna be put down and names the dog beef wellington, bee for short.

★— he likes to take you to the mall and he carried all your bags around. he rolls his eyes and complains that you're taking forever, but he actually really likes going to the mall with you.

★— gets mistaken for your sugar daddy a few times and gets unreasonably upset about it. "what, they don't think i'm good enough to be with you? i don't have to pay you to stay...right?"

★— was never the type for marriage, but he gets you a darry ring as a promise he'll be with you forever whether he marries you or not.

★— spoiler, he DOES marry you and it's awesome. it's at night, under the stars with just the two of you. he's not religious, so no preist or anything. it's mainly just you guys having a cute little night to yourself and heading to get the papers the next day.

★— sorry im getting off topic again.

{ daisuke ! }

★— he's from a pretty well off family, so he doesn't have any issues with spoiling you. maybe his parents scold him a little, but they love you too, so they don't mind much.

★— spoils you with everything under the sun. clothes, jewelry, food, dates, makeup, etc. anything you want, you get.

★— he really likes to spoil you with clothes because you give him a little fashion show after and he gets to just sit on the bed and admire you with heart eyes.

★— daisuke takes you to baseball games, no questions asked. he spends money to get you the guys the best tickets. idk if baseball has kiss cams, but you've definitely ended up on them before.

★— he pays for like...300 us dollars worth of streaming services on the tv. hulu, netflix, amazon prime, disney plus, paramount. everything else to watch stuff with you.

★— he does have a job, so with his parent's help, he saves up for a nice house and i'm sorry, i can't resist it. he marries you haha. gets a really fancy ring and has a huge ceremony.

★— takes you on the nicest honey moon. like to a ton of different places no matter how expensive it is.

★— oh my gods bonus point if you're a witch like me and he buys you crystals and candles and herbs. if you do deity work, he gets you statues for deities and other things for their altars.

{ anya ! }

★— she mainly spoils you with actions, i think. yes, she spends money on you, but she likes to treat you like royalty.

★— you want a cup of coffee? already done. need to do the dishes? hands are already scrubbing a plate. you need something to eat? sit at the table! she's almost done cooking.

★— she very much wants to move you in with her as fast as possible. she wants to have an eye on you at all time and make sure you don't have to do something she can do.

★— she ends up getting sick and you have to take care of her and after that she most definitely will not let you lift a finger and she makes sure to buy you tona of things you'd like.

★— she really just likes to provide for you, i dunno why but i see anya as a huge provider!

★— she's like curly and gets you jewelry a lot, mainly earrings or rings, she always checks in with you first before getting them.

{ swansea ! }

★— he isn't super well, of but he has enough to take good care of you! he sets aside a few of his things to get you things!

★— he likes to take you to get your hair done, your nails done, piercings if you want them, that kinda thing.

★— he's a really good cook ok and he likes to spoil you with food, he loves to cook for you and have you hand on his shoulder as he cooks :3

★— sometimes he'll just give you money to go get you things because he's just cool like that ok!

★— he lets you take his car places but you have to have your location on then because he doesn't trust other drivers ok? ok!

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hopefully you enjoyed! req are open, thank you so much for reading <3

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Cindereddie

Written for the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Slipper on the main card | Argyle on the Get Lucky bonus card

Rated: T

Tags: Post-Vecna; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Recreational drug use; Jealous Steve; Idiots in love

“I lost my shoe,” Eddie declares, overjoyed and giddy. 

Sure enough, a look at his feet reveals one worn combat boot with the laces undone and one muddied sock with a toe poking out from a hole at the tip. There’s cartoon figures printed all over it. The sock, not the toe. Garfield, probaby, though it’s hard to tell with all the mud. 

“Huh?” says Steve. It’s pitch dark and raining, and he had just fallen asleep when the doorbell rang, and now Eddie is here - sopping wet, dragging a trail of muddy footsteps all over the front porch and aiming that wide, toothy grin at him that always makes Steve’s heart skip a beat. 

He feels like he missed something. 

Eddie’s smile, impossibly, goes wider. “I lost my-” 

“Yeah,” Steve interrupts him. “I see that, just- …What are you even doing here? I thought you were gonna hang with Argyle tonight?” 

He tries his best to keep the sneer out of his voice, to ignore the ugly twist that his stomach gives at the thought. Argyle is a decent guy, and there’s absolutely no need to feel jealous of this newly formed friendship between Eddie and him. Because that’s all they are. Just friends. Exactly like Eddie and Steve are just friends, so Steve has absolutely no right to get all moody and possessive like that. 

“Oh, I did,” Eddie nods, wet curls bobbing. “We sampled his new strain. Fairy Godmother. The Cali stuff has the wackiest names, but the way it hits? Metal as fuck, man.” 

Which … okay, that actually explains a lot. Like the way Eddie quite evidently can’t stop grinning. Or the way his eyes are even darker than usual, pupils almost entirely swallowing the browns and caramels of his irises. Or the southern drawl that has crept into his voice - barely there but just noticeable enough around some of the vowels. 

“Okay?” Steve says, valiantly attempting to keep his mouth from twitching, but what can he say? Eddie’s smile is contagious. “So you're high as balls. That still doesn't explain why you're here.” 

Eddie shrugs. “Wanted to see you. Don't you wanna see me?” 

His bottom lip juts out and his eyes go huge. Steve rolls his eyes. 

“I'm always happy to see you, idiot. Just… you couldn't have waited until tomorrow? You absolutely had to walk all the way here in the rain and the mud?” 

“Would've taken the van,” Eddie mutters around a fistful of hair. “Except I thought that was too risky.” 

Steve crosses his arms at him. “Well, I'm glad we agree on one thing at-”

“It might turn back any second.” 

Steve stares. “Pardon?” 

“Into a pumpkin,” Eddie says, like it makes sense. “It's almost midnight, right?” 

A look at his watch tells Steve that this is true. What it doesn't tell him is what the hell Eddie is on about. Steve pinches his nose. 

“What the fuck? Why would your van turn into a-” 

And then it clicks. 

“Oh God,” he groans. “Don't tell me you mean the fucking Fairy Godmother?” 

“I'm Cinderella!” Eddie beams. Then, his brow creases. “Cindereddie? Look, I even lost my-” 

“Your shoe,” Steve snorts, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to usher him inside. “I know. Pretty sure Cinderella wore glass slippers though, not combat boots.” 

Eddie scoffs and waves him off, but he does allow himself to be pulled into the entrance hall and maneuvered onto the little bench there. 

“Shit, you're freezing,” Steve mutters. “Hold on, I'll get you something to dry off.”

By the time he returns with a stack of clean towels and dry clothes, Eddie has already peeled out of his flannel and jacket and is sitting there in all his wet, bare-chested glory, humming to himself and idly kicking his muddy feet. 

“Jesus,” Steve mutters, throwing a clean sweater at his face. “I don’t believe you. What are you trying to do, get pneumonia?”

He doesn’t wait for Eddie’s reply, just drops to his knees on the marble tiles and pulls off the muddy sock. It makes a wet squelching sound as he tosses it aside. He has just finished towelling off the naked foot and moved on to removing the boot from the other when Eddie speaks again.

“Will you help me find it?” 

He is speaking from inside the sweater, so his voice comes out a bit muffled. Steve frowns up at him. 

“Find wha- … your boot?”, he asks. Eddie pops his head out of the sweater, all disheveled hair and adorable puppy dog eyes. “What? Argyle can’t help you with that?”

“I’m sure he would,” Eddie shrugs, wiggling his naked toes happily. “But he isn’t my Prince Charming, so …” 

Steve feels himself flush. Suddenly, he’s acutely aware of the picture they’re making - himself kneeling by Eddie’s feet and taking off his boot, like some weird reenactment of the prince putting the lost glass slipper on Cinderella. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” he blurts, yanking the boot off a little too roughly and shooting to his feet to pull Eddie up and towards the staircase. “We can find your stupid shoe tomorrow when it’s light. Right now, you need to sleep that high off.”

Eddie leans into him as they wobble up the stairs, hair tickling Steve’s neck. 

“Will my prince give me a kiss goodnight?”

“Shut up,” Steve grouses. 

And if he does bend down to sweep the damp curls from Eddie’s sleeping face, once he has tucked him into bed in one of the guest rooms? And if he does press his lips to his forehead?

Nobody but him needs to know. 

If he’s lucky, maybe Eddie’s lost boot won’t be the only thing he finds tomorrow. Maybe he’ll actually muster up the courage to tell him how he feels. 

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[jesncin]

do you have any thoughts on super-hero comic muscles and physiques? not a judgement, i just see that you tend to not do the exaggerated bodies that you normally see in comic heroes

I tend to not draw out the exaggerated superhero muscles because my middle-grade-cartoon style lends better to smoothening and softening the shape language of the more "realistic" style of cape comics, but a part of it is also just trying to normalize different body types!

For a character as conventionally strong man looking as Superman, I borrow a lot of my version of Superman from the way Gurihiru stylized him. Even then, I don't draw the exaggerated tapered in waist or shoulders as broad as they, and many cape artists, do. Because that body type isn't actually strong! It's all aesthetic Mr Universe Hollywood man body type you get from dehydrating and starving yourself that people wrongly associate with healthy strength by conflating it with beauty standards.

(Form vs Function graphic by coelasquid)

So I wanted to draw Clark with an actual strongman physique! I think it just makes sense for a boy who grew up on a farm to naturally buff out into a strongman body.

I understand that it's all stylization and escapism at the end of the day- but when I think about that comic artist who made fun of the MCU Namor actor for not being as buff as he is- it's a reminder that depicting different bodies in our escapism matters! I know Robert Pattison was joking when he said that he skipped out on doing a routine to get into shape for playing Batman, but the guy was onto something.

[feuillesss]

Pick a Pile - Advice for you

Hello everyone! Just a reminder that this is a general reading, so messages will be for a collective. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and choose the image or number that speaks the most to you. If you're not attracted to any images, this reading might not be for you, don't force it. A reminder to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Let me know if any of this resonates with you! Thanks for reading :).

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Pile 1

Hello Pile 1! You may be feeling a sense of confusion within yourself, for some in this collective, you're trying to put up an exterior that isn't true to yourself. Spirit is telling you to take some time to rediscover yourself and who you are, focus on healing your soul, mind, and spirit. Maybe for some of you, you're very hard on yourself and feel like you don't deserve the opportunities that come to you like you didn't work hard enough so you sabotage it. The advice for you is to forgive yourself, or other people for past mistakes, and continue forward focusing more on yourself. Some of you have been neglecting yourself, it kind of feels like you might have been going through a period of just numbness or depression, maybe worried about your future and your truth, what's out there for you. It's almost like you're deluding yourself and running away from your problems. The main piece of advice for you is to nourish and support your body, feed yourself good food, take yourself out for a walk, and do things for yourself. A huge message of self care here, do something for yourself. Even if it's just a facemask, or watching your favourite movie, ordering your favourite meal, do something that makes you happy. Take some time for inner introspection, when you heal your body, you also heal your mind and vice versa. Trust your intuition, trust yourself. Thank you for reading my Pile 1's!.

Signs: rain, wind, 10:10, 1010, doves, tattoo of birds, yellow, blue, the beach, whales, nautical, water, water signs specifically pisces and cancer, fish, scales, rainbow fish.

Pile 2

Hello Pile 2. Straight away I see that some of you are holding onto this resentment in your life, whether that's from previous lovers, family, situations, jobs, or yourself. You're holding yourself back from personal growth and love for your life by clinging to the past. You may hate to hear it but forgiveness, forgiving these people is necessary to heal yourself, stop holding that grudge. Allow yourself to grieve, give yourself that closure, and close that chapter of your life, it's time to let it go. These situations have caused you lots of pain in the past, and it still affects you to this day, it's okay to let it go. Maybe for some in this collective, you've had absent parents or struggled with your family life and it's caused you this deep wound of resentment. But Pile 2, the only person you hurt by holding onto this is yourself, you only punish yourself. Have compassion for yourself, allow yourself to be free of whatever situation has you so resentful. Some of you may have bee attracted to pile 1 as well, if that's the case, there may be a message for you in that pile. Thank you for reading Pile 2.

Pile 3

Hello Pile 3. Why are you doubting yourself so much? There's a huge focus here on self-doubt and doubting your decisions. Spirit is telling you to just go with the flow sometimes and stop seeking comfort in rigidity. Shift your perspective to a more positive one, stop focusing on what you did wrong and second-guessing your decisions. I feel like this is a more dramatic collective of people, when something goes wrong you think your whole world will collapse on top of you. I want to let you know that this is not the case, mistakes are necessary, otherwise you won't learn the lessons that you're supposed to. You may have faced a bit of a setback recently that's really got you doubting yourself, but it's okay to have setbacks and failures, it doesn't mean that you need to beat yourself up over it. Setbacks and mistakes are what help us grow to become better people. Maybe for some of you it was a mistake at work, or something to do with money. Trust your intuition, listen to yourself, and stop doubting every decision that you make, stay firm in it. Allow yourself to make mistakes, to grow and transform into your best self, focus more on restoring your peace, and grounding yourself. Yeah, you may have been feeling very discouraged lately, but don't worry. Shift your mindset from how you've failed, to what you can do now to succeed. Take some time to rest and recover, and come back with a positive mindset. Thank you for reading pile 3!

Thank you for reading!

[tarotlexa]

PICK A PILE READING- something you should know

welcome back my loves to another reading about a message from the universe/your guides on something you need to hear. i will make sure to include some intuitive signs too so you can watch out for those! as always, this is a collective reading so take what resonates and leave what does not. this is also a timeless reading so you can revisit it anytime you feel the need to. much much much love <3

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pile 1: something feels off-balance in your life right now, especially for what concerns your feelings with yourself. you have been avoiding introspection or the truth about a specific situation in your life, something that feels unfair to you. don't be so hard on yourself, this is a nudge for you to realign with your inner truth and stand up for yourself and what's right.

signs: celebrations or gatherings that feel off or forced, a party where the energy is just tense, delays, pauses, flights getting cancelled, travel or events getting postponed, sense of stuckness or suspension, waiting for something to happen, blue, dreams about sacrifice, pisces, libra, cups, storm, incense, cabin, small red bag, please please please by sabrina carpenter?? lol.

pile 2: you've been struggling with your mental health, feeling trapped by your own thoughts or limiting beliefs. overthinking the same decisions over and over again is only going to put you through an endless loop without making anything happen. you know what's right for you, even if others judge you for it. listen to the real you, not the eight of swords voices that have been derailing you from your path. therapy is highly recommended btw

signs: pairs or doubles of something, especially the same animal, twins, gemini, circles, the moon, choose alignment, pois clothes, church, library, brown books, 777, 222, 1111, taurus moon, red trees, cute flowers, baby birds, white button up shirt, pink crystals of any kind, gel pens, red trinkets, caramel, new nails.

pile 3: something new is blooming in your life like a lotus flower, slowly opening itself up. it could be related to you opening up to a specific person or a group of people or the start of a new creative hobby. welcome it with celebration and community, have fun, let loose and connect with others.

signs: puddle, summer child, confetti, balloons, winning a game, 90s games, golden lamp, heart cloud, daydreams, romantic fantasies, cancer, leo, blonde hair, ice cream, 333, 60s makeup, ariana grande (for some reason loool), beautiful black lady, iridescent lip gloss.

as always, thank you for reading <3 take care <3

reblogs/comments/feedbacks are always appreciated!

[kiame-sama]

I'm so sorry I sent that other ask too early by accident lmao anyways😔

The Human, practically sitting on one of the mature yandere's laps: Idk, I'm not really into any of the students here, they're just not 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 enough 😏

The Yan, taking it as a normal complaint because she hasn't explicitly stated she wants him: Agreed, they're all idiots.

The Human: 😐

HAE!Human: *Hanging out with Crowley in his nest* You know, I think you'd make a fantastic Father to a few chicks...

HAE!Crowley: Why would I need to do that? All I need is you, my Little Bird!

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HAE!Human: *laying in a Sunbeam in the History classroom with Trein* I don't know, I think I would prefer someone more experienced... *Lays back against his side*

HAE!Trein: Vanrouge is NOT a good choice.

HAE!Human: I-

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HAE!Human: *cuddled up with Divus, wearing his fur on the couch* I don't think any of the students here are really my type... None of them seem half as mature as you.

HAE!Divus: *doesn't look up from the exams he is grading* Good. They aren't. Until they can be as mature as myself and the other professors, they aren't worth your time, Pup.

HAE!Human: . . .

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HAE!Human: *helping Sam restock* you know, it might be a good idea if I choose someone with some business sense...

HAE!Sam: it doesn't matter what Azul says, he is not a good choice.

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HAE!Human: *hanging out on the field with Vargas* I guess I'm looking for someone who is a bit more reliable and grown-up.... A certain physique...

HAE!Vargas: *Carrying a deeply sleeping Silver with one arm* I'm thinking none of these youngsters are to that point.

[evilguacamole]

Depends on how far away the jeep is. With enough time, the guys could make a place a wrangler can't get to. Then it's just a waiting game.

(Don't know sunny well enough to determine, I'm guessing no)

With access to vehicles, absolutely. Otherwise, it depends on how many of his allies have succumbed. If he's truly alone and on foot, I give 50/50 odds.

Absolutely.

Assuming he has some amount of force sense of future (plausible, fitting for him), or a mundane method of knowing he was coming (overhearing some communication he was coming) he could escape and avoid Anakin. In the end, he needs an older, more powerful person to come to actually take him on. Most of the Jedi masters were understandably busy right then, but it's possible that he could bring Obi-Wan to dual him early. Without any time to prepare, though, he does with the others.

I approve of powerscaling discourse only in utterly senseless contexts. I don't give a shit about which shōnen protagonists could beat up which other shōnen protagonists, but I will 100% read your five thousand word essay exploring the subtle nuances of establishing a tiered ranking of the Smurfs.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I've Got You Under My Skin 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: your husband is a very demanding man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You mix the batter with the wooden spoon. Your feet are cold on the tile as you stand with your thighs apart. They're tender and each time they touch, you tremble.

Last night was tense. You didn't get much sleep, even after Steve was done. That's not how you pictured his first night back. You never imagined him like that.

You plug in the waffle maker and wait for it to heat. As it does, you slice up strawberries and rinse the blueberries. Steve yawns, frightening you as he marches into the kitchen.

"Mmm, late night," he says and sways your ass. He pauses and pinches the fabric of your sweat pants. "Hmm. You look cozy."

"Didn't want to get messy in good clothes," you explain.

"Uh huh," he turns and leans on the counter. He crosses his arms as he looks down on you. "Waffles? You didn't get enough sugar last night?"

"I'm using the protein mix. I thought that was good?"

He hums again, "the fruit."

"Natural sugars, right?"

He clucks and pushes off the counter. "Sweetie, did you watch those videos I sent you?"

"Yes, of course," you recall the homesteading videos with the immaculate kitchen and the even more immaculate woman in her perfect apron and coif. "I... I'm trying."

"I know. I'm not saying you aren't but... last night. You didn't tell me the girls were coming, then you openly defied me in front of them," he accuses.

"I didn't-- I told you I forgot and Nat just put the candy in your mouth--"

"I don't know," he shows his palms. You shift and hiss as your thighs meet. "If... last night takes, I'm not sure you're ready to be the mother of my children."

Your eyes round. "Mother? Steve, well, I thought we were waiting a bit."

"Are we?" His brows arch. "I thought you got off the pill."

You roll your tongue around guiltily and look at the floor. You said you'd talk to your doctor next year. Or maybe you misunderstood. Again.

"I thought... I was going to--"

He closes his eyes and presses his fingers against his nose. He sighs.

"You don't listen," he snarls. "How much clearer can I be with you?"

"I'm sorry, Steve. I...I didnt. I guess... I'm nervous. A lot is going on. I dropped out for the wedding and then we got the house and I spent all that time decorating--"

"Sounds so hard," he sneers. You wince as if he hit you.

He asked you to quit school. He said it would be better for both of you. He said he wanted to take care of you. Sometimes he just makes you feel like a burden.

"I'll talk to the doctor--"

"No, you're going to call the pharmacy and cancel the prescription. Then you're going to dump what you have in the toilet," he commands. "And we're going to try at this. You're going to try." He points at you harshly. You gulp.

"Yes, Captain," you shrink into yourself. "I'm sorry."

You bat your lashes and dab away the speckling of tears.

"And you're not having waffles for breakfast. Cook them and bring them to the neighbours. The kids will like them." He puts his hands on his hips.

"Yes, sir."

You turn and hide the trickle on your cheek. He sighs again. "And stop crying. You're just making me hard."

💍

You do everything Steve asked. Olivia next door is happy for the free meal and tells you to say hello to your husband for her. You keep your smile on until you get back.

Steve waits in silence at the table. After tossing all your birth control, you start on breakfast. Egg whites, spinach, and feta. With rye toast. You serve him bacon but have cottage cheese for yourself.

You eat nervously as he watches you. The bad days come but they go just as quickly. Everyone said the first year is hard.

"You want to have my children, don't you?" He asks.

You blink, "yes, Steve. Of course."

"Because if you're not up to this, we can talk to a lawyer."

You flinch, "Steve, don't say that."

"We had a deal."

"I didn't--"

"No, no, because I wouldn't have fucked you if I knew you were lying to me. My own wife."

You frown, "I didn't lie--"

"We got a month at least until we can try now." He growls. "Stupid me. I was away all that time hoping you'd have a surprise for me too."

"Stevie," you whimper.

"If you want to touch me, you can use your mouth until you're ready," he gets up, his plate empty. "It's a waste in that cunt."

You press yourself to the chair, shocked by his language. Your lip quivers and you snivel.

He stops at the door and looks at you. Your tears roll out again. You made a mistake. He thinks you did it to him. 

"I would never lie--"

"If you're going to cry like a baby," he stomps towards you, "I'll give you a good reason for it."

He grabs the chair and turns it.

You whine as he steps in front of you. He pulls himself above his pants, stroking his already hard dick. He grabs the back of your head.

Your closed lips meet his tip and you unclench your jaw. You let him in. You'll let him do anything. You just want him to forgive you.

He rams down to your throat, "doesn't feel good to lie, does it?"

You gurgle and try to shake your head. You cling to the front of his shirt. He thrusts and you kick your feet. 

"Only sluts are on pills. Did I marry a slut?" He slams as deep as he can.

You snivel and tug on his shirt. He continues to batter your throat. Your tears soak your cheeks and mingle with the saliva dripping from your mouth. 

"The Captain doesn't fuck sluts," he growls and grunts as the wet noises of his intrusion fill your skull. "The Captain's going to fuck a baby into you and you're going to thank him. And then he's going to do it again and again."