#Jocelyn HaND

[starblitzy-started-a-fire]

Jocelyn, the elevator lady (because why not)

[scarceghost]

HaND office personnel Halloween costumes!

yeah oof this is like a day late because I’m a slow worker but uhhh yeah.. happy late Halloween :,)

Death and Quinn first!!! They have matching costumes! Death is Jack Skellington and Quinn is the pumpkin king.

Second is Joe and Jerry!!!! Joe is in one of those silly inflatable dinosaur costumes and Jerry is a bedsheet ghost with a twist.

Third is Patrick and Harriet!!!! Patrick is Rose Quartz with glitter (he’s slaying btw) and Harriet is Jason Vorhees.

Fourth (and alone) is Orville!!! He’s a demon because I didn’t realize he was a cauldron when I was first playing the game. (Graphics aren’t as good on switch)

Fifth are my favorite costumes, Muriel and Claude!!!! Muriel is in a performative (I know it says preformance I'm just stupid) metamorphosis inspired costume! (Gregor samsa), and Claude is a headless horseman.

And finally we have Jocelyn and O’sha!!!!! Jocelyn is a spooky witch (with a bit of green hehe), and O’sha is a (very drunk) vampire. (Man what a bad HR manager…).

Jacob, Mark and Burt aren’t on here because they don’t appear in the office. (And I don’t think Jacob actually celebrates Halloween, at least not after that prank death pulled lol).

[morismentos]

surprisingly i didn’t have tooo much trouble with him, and some extra grimes for fun and then it kinda spiraled into beach party doodles

my hand writing is a bit messy because Car. so here’s what it say

[Jerry: We’re taking bets on who drowns first Pump: Um.]

[Patrick: Uh. Hey Hector what are you doing? Hector: Mf sand Fleas in my mmouth mhwatchm ptchoo]

[Jerry: Hey guys. Anemone. Who wants to lick it. Pump: ooooo Patrick: oooh i do Harriet: We’re dead, would we even feel it? Jerry: Doesn’t mean we can’t live a little.]

[muwitch]

SWINGtember Prompt 4 - "Canon Event™"

At some point the right choice is like a knife in your heart, and there's no other way than to twist it. He'll ask me, once again, time after time, what would I choose? Him or the people? The people, the people, I'd say, choking.

[darcyolsson]

the fact that jocelyn knew that if she killed sebastian that would mean that she'd also kill jace right in front of clary's eyes, and after a moment's doubt and clary begging her not to she decided to do it anyway all bc sebastian seriously hurt luke........ she's unexpectedly such a fascinating character

[theoriginaltortuga]

AYO!! I fucking won!!! She said she loves me!!!  I don’t give a shit if it was interrupted it still counts!!! 

[aces-and-angels]

Title: Down in New Orleans

A/N: Connor and ilitw!MC are freaks. Can’t blame them, though. They’re in ✨️love✨️ and insanely horny That being said, absolutely no one is safe from their antics. Today’s victims: Abel and Jocelyn. This one is a bit longer than my last side story. I may have indulged too much in horny anon energy. I’ll leave it at: it gets very detailed and let y’all take that journey on your own lol- I was fully prepared to make this into another crackhead scenario, but in the end it turned out kinda sweet (dw I still managed to sprinkle some crack at the end). As always, I appreciate any feedback y’all are willing to give - now enjoy ya filthy animals 😈😈😈

Pairing: Connor x Devon (F)

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: A bonus scene for chapter 1 of ILW by @itlivesproject. After retrieving the knife for their contact, Devon has a moment of doubt. Connor takes time to reassure her that they’ll be okay. Inspired by the iconic diner scene in “When Harry Met Sally” 

Tag List: @itlivesproject @yawninginf

nsfw below, minors dni

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The ride back from Maxwell Greer’s mansion was calm, apart from their brief but spirited car chase. Connor managed to shake the guard’s tail by taking several inside roads. Aimlessly, he drove through the unfamiliar streets of New Orleans. At first, it was to make sure they weren’t being followed. Then, it turned into him getting hopelessly lost. It was a little past 4AM by the time he pulled into the motel parking lot. 

“Well, that was fun. I’m gonna crash,” Jocelyn yawned, sliding out of the backseat to grab her bag from the trunk.

“Aw Joss, I wanted to stay up and paint each other’s nails. Y’know like best friends at a sleepover,” Abel joked as the crew walked side by side to their rooms. 

“Stop calling me that,” she glared back at him. 

“Stop calling you what? Joss or my BFF,” he continued to tease with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Jocelyn rolled her eyes, too tired to bicker with the annoying professor on her left. Deciding to quit for now, he shifted his focus to Devon. “You got the room keys?”  

“Yeah, hang on.” She stopped walking to rummage through her backpack. Eventually, she pulled out three key cards, handing two of them to Jocelyn and Abel. “You guys wanna grab a late lunch before our flight tomorrow?”

Jocelyn grunted, her attention focused on trying to unlock her door. “We’ll be there,” Abel answered for the both of them. Devon nodded, unlocking her door, stepping inside with Connor right behind her. 

Their room was modest at best. The walls were a bland shade of beige with a generic flower painting hung up for decoration. A single queen sized bed took up most of the space. They both set down their bags against the wall, not bothering to unpack since they’d only be staying for a couple more hours. “Do you want to wash up first?” he asked, gently taking off her coat from her shoulders to hang up with his. 

“You go ahead. I’ll set up out here,” Devon answered, turning her head to press a quick kiss to his cheek. For their own peace of mind, the couple always brought their own beddings when they traveled. Connor insisted after he spent one evening watching one too many black light videos on YouTube. After replacing the pillowcases and sheets, she sat at the edge of the bed, her mind beginning to wander.

They were one step closer to saving Noah. One step closer to seeing her best friend in the flesh instead of stuck as a shadow. She’s been down this path before- so many potential solutions that always ended up falling short, leaving her heartbroken. Yet, it was hard to tamp down the hopeful feeling she had for this lead. This time felt different. It had to be. 

“You okay?” Her head shot up to see her boyfriend, now in his sleepwear, with a concerned look in his eye. He joined her on the bed, taking her hand in his. 

She anxiously gnawed at her bottom lip, her voice small as she looked up at Connor. “This is gonna work, right?” His eyes softened. Squeezing her hand slightly, his thumb stroked the back of her hand as he thought of what to say. He wanted to agree- but he honestly didn’t know what would happen. The last thing he would do is lie to her. Still, it hurt him to see her so unsure. 

“It could,” he settled with. She let out a faint, humorless laugh, leaning her forehead on his. “No matter what happens, we’re gonna be okay,” he whispered.

“How can you know that?”

“Because I have you,” he stated without hesitation. Her breath caught in her throat, a warm feeling spreading in her chest. Even after five years together, he still managed to have that effect on her. They were so close that she could see the flecks of blue in his grey eyes. She didn’t miss how they flickered down to her lips. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming. Not wanting to stop her, his eyes closed as her lips pressed against his. 

He sighed into the kiss, letting go of her hand to cup her face. A deep groan escaped from his throat as she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth. Her tongue slid inside his mouth to brush against his. They stayed like that for a while, reluctantly pulling apart only when their need for air became too great to ignore. “I love you,” Devon breathed out. 

“I love you too,” he said, his voice rough, before capturing her lips once more, pushing her down to lie on her back. His mouth trailed across her jaw, moving down to her neck, where he began to suck a mark right below her ear. 

“Watch it. I didn’t bring any makeup,” she tried to protest, but by the way her hands held his head in place, he could tell she wasn’t entirely upset by it. 

He chuckled against her neck, "sorry," he gave her one last teasing bite. “I guess I should find another spot to mark you up then.” His head moved a bit lower. “How about here?” he placed a kiss right below her collarbone. 

“Mmm, I didn’t bring any scarves either."

“Shame. I like kissing you here,” he proved his point by peppering more kisses on her skin, each one more reverent than the last. 

“I think you have a couple of places where you like to kiss me,” she teased.

“You’re right about that,” he hummed against her, the vibrations of his voice tickling her skin. He propped himself up with his arms to gaze down at his girlfriend’s face with pure adoration. “I like to kiss you here,” his tone was gentle as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “And here,” her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his lips lightly peck each of her eyelids. Small, feathery kisses were placed down her cheeks, then the tip of her nose. “Here’s always a good time,” he laughed to himself, quickly kissing her lips. 

“Connor...” she gasped, a shiver rolling down her spine at his sweet words. 

“I’m not done.” He slipped the sleeve of her shirt down to kiss her shoulder, continuing to praise his lover. “I like how strong you are,” he murmured, kissing a trail down her arm, switching sides to give her other arm the same attention. Lifting her hand to his mouth, he placed a tender kiss to the inside of her wrist. He threaded her fingers with his own, his eyes trained on hers. “I like the way your hand feels in mine.” He slowly lifted her shirt up, making her sit up so he could take it off completely. Reaching behind her, he unhooked the clasp of her bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders. He laid her back down, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and lust. “You’re so beautiful, Devon,” he caressed the side of her face, “in every way.”

“Every way, huh?” she echoed softly, his words making her feel dizzy in the best way.

“Absolutely,” he ran his hands down her sides, “but I think you look best like this.”

“What, half-naked?” she couldn’t help but joke, loving the way his laugh sounded.

“Actually, I prefer you fully naked whenever possible,” he quipped back. Speaking lowly, he added, “it might be easier if I just showed you what I really meant.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear, biting the edge. She whimpered, her body tingling with anticipation. The heat she felt earlier in her chest was now pooling in her core. Mercifully, he took little time to take off the remainder of her clothing and positioned his head between her legs. He sucked on the skin of her inner thigh hard enough that there would definitely be a bruise later. 

“Please,” her hips jerked upwards, desperate for contact. His hands pushed them back down, keeping them in place. 

“Relax, love. I’m not going anywhere,” he placed one final kiss to her thigh before finally moving his mouth where she wanted him most. She inhaled sharply, letting out a shaky breath. Connor flattened out his tongue, slowly making one long stroke up her slit, briefly flicking at her clit before descending back down to tease her folds.

“Oh fuck,” she bit her lip, trying hard to keep herself from crying out. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders as she bucked up against his mouth. His tongue expertly traced patterns that he knew would rile her up. Lifting up his head briefly, he coated his fingers with her wetness, then slid them in her folds, his tongue moving to lightly tease her clit instead. He curled his fingers upwards in search for that spot that always made her scream. He knew he hit it when her hands flew to grip the back of his head, a choked sob escaping her lips. “Oh god, yes!” 

He continued to pump his fingers in and out at a steady pace, his tongue flicking around her clit. The dual sensation made her delirious, the coil inside her winding up even tighter, ready to snap at any moment. “Baby, I can’t- I’m- oh fuck--” she panted out, no longer able to string together cohesive sentences.

He refused to stop, eager to get his girlfriend to come. He looked up so he could watch as she fell apart. Her chest was heaving. One hand clutched the sheets for dear life while the other fondled with her breast. A light flush painted her face. She let out the most sinful noises from her kiss-swollen lips, far too gone to care about how loud she was getting. His cock twitched at the sight- it was the most beautiful thing Connor’s ever seen. Her eyes briefly locked with his before rolling back with pleasure, her body convulsing as she cried out his name over and over. 

He eased her through her climax, continuing to touch her until she jerked her hips away from overstimulation. She could taste herself as he kissed her soundly, his chin wet with his saliva and her juices. It took her a minute before she could open her eyes again. “Wow,” she sighed, her breathing still a bit uneven.

“I’m good, right?” Connor boasted, chest puffed out. Devon gave him a flat look, which would have hurt his pride more if she hadn't still been trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. He kissed her temple before retreating to the bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth. Still sensitive, she whined softly as he placed the cloth between her legs. “I know, baby,” he soothed, trying to be as gentle as possible. He used his free hand to hold hers. “You were so good, love.” She let out a quiet ‘hm,’ her eyelids growing heavy as he took his time to clean her up.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he tossed the cloth in the waste bin. He threw a blanket over his girlfriend before getting under it himself. Instinctively, she nuzzled herself closer to his chest as he rested his chin on top of her head. Her legs tangled with his, ready to fall asleep when she felt something hard against her. Only then did she realize that her boyfriend never got a chance to get off. 

She nudged at his neck with her nose until he looked down. “Babe, what about you?”

He gave her a soft smile, “don’t worry about me.”

“But-”

“It’s late and you’re clearly too tired,” he interjected before she could argue any further. “just get some rest, baby.” With that, he pulled her against his chest once more, ready to fall asleep. 

“Fine,” her words were muffled into his shirt, “but I’m making it up to you tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait,” he mumbled, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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~the following day~

The group went out for lunch as promised at the local diner. The couple were sat across Abel and Jocelyn, each nursing a large mug of black coffee. 

“I hate you both,” Jocelyn sneered, shooting daggers at them through her eyebags. They at least had the decency to look guilty, genuinely feeling bad that they ruined their friend’s sleep. 

“Our bad, we got... carried away,” Connor apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. Jocelyn scoffed, choosing to sip her coffee instead of hashing out more insults. 

“You guys can try to sleep on the plane,” Devon chimed in. Jocelyn glared back at her, “...or not.”

“I told you we should’ve packed earplugs, Joss. I stayed with them for New Years. They’ve always been,” Abel cleared his throat, “vocal.” 

“You heard us?!” Connor yelped, his cheeks immediately turning red.

“Everyone heard you,” he grinned, taking pleasure at his friend's embarrassment. A small reward for being kept up all night. "I was stuck trying to convince your baby cousin that the sound coming from your room was a dying animal.” 

“Excuse you?! I do not sound like a dying animal,” Devon defended herself, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re right. It was more like, -ohh, -ahh, oh God, Connor...” Abel moaned out exaggeratingly, caressing his hand down his chest in mock pleasure. He banged his fists against the table, head thrashing every which way as he continued to shout a string of yes’s in a high pitched voice. 

“Okay we get it! Stop it, man. People are staring,” Connor slid his body lower into the booth, feebly trying to ignore the dirty look the waitress gave their table. 

“Awesome,” he instantly snapped back to his normal self, taking a long sip of coffee. “Remember this feeling before you decide to ruin another federal holiday.” 

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~end of side story~

Jocelyn is: tired

Abel is: amused

Connor is: locked in the bathroom on a plane as Devon gives him the best blowjob of his life embarrased

[saraminia]

Ok so... I dreamed about Noah last night. It was such a real and tangible and emotional dream that I'm still reeling from it and floating in the clouds. This is the second time ever I've had an actual dream about him. Both times have felt so real it's incredible. Last time I kept thinking about it and remembering it for days afterwards. Like I could still physically feel how I felt in the dream. It's kind of scary. I find myself thinking that maybe this is a sign that my obsession is going too far. Maybe I should stop thinking about him so much while I'm awake if he's appearing in my dreams now. But at the same time, what's the harm here? I'm certainly not harming anyone by having dreams about him. It's not like he knows or would care what some random middle aged lady somewhere in Finland dreams about.

Anyway, in this dream last night there was so much drama and crying and singing (!?) and kissing and yes, horniness (no actual sex though unfortunately 😔). And I was so in love. I had forgotten how it felt to be in love with a real live person who is right in front of you and who you can talk to and you can and are allowed to touch (because that's what dream!Noah was). It was pretty amazing. Although it was very much a... what's like a triangle drama, but with four people... well, that's what it was. I never got to find out if True Love™ won in the end. One second I was face to face with a crying Noah (I told you there was a lot of drama lol). And the next second I woke up to an empty bedroom. Sad🙁.

Anyway, the thing is... Now that I've been reminded of what it feels like to be in love with a real person... well now I kinda want it. Desperately. Where is my person?? Where are they?? 😩😩 I want to be in love (with someone I know, not just the idea I have of a person)! Wouldn't that be something! 🤯 I've last been in love like ten years ago. And the three latest people I've been in love with (like ten years ago), I never ended up dating. Could I at least have a crush on someone?? That would be fun. Siiiiiiiiiiigh.

[eranthiss]

Between the time Iris left the Andiiles and Sisciile at age eleven to the time she visited again was seven years. Seven whole years, and only her father and two of her brothers visited her.

Needless to say, Iris doesn't see much of her family irl. Her eldest brother moved to Unova though, and her dad still visits. Iris is in desperate need of older female companionship as she's effectively starved for platonic affection - and maternal affection.

[moss-andclovers]

Daydreaming 

[trueconservativepundit]

Joe Biden: Asylum for strangers – murder, rape and robbery for U.S. Citizens

When Americans are not safe here at home, which country should they go to for asylum? What American with half a brain would vote for a man who offers more of this? Ten months after finding Rachel Morin on a jogging trail the DNA evidence brought investigators in Tulsa, to arrest illegal alien Victor Antonio Martinez-Hernandez for rape and the murder of Rachel Morin, a mother of five children. The…

[omegawolverine]

jocelyn and camila the og toxic yuri

[scarceghost]

I NEED you to see my vision

What if they what if they were a happy married old couple what if they hey what if

Tall queen and her short ass husband

Smooc

This is part of a bigger thing btw that I might finish but anyways smooch 2

THERES MORE OF THEM BUT I WILL NOT SHOW. I JAVE BEEN THINKING NONSTOP ABT THESE SILLIES AND RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[nudystar]

I LOVE THAT FLO MILLI SONG

NO FRRRRRRR I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HER TO DROP IT OMG

[muwitch]

j/j/j

[jasmancer]

everybody say thank you to my professor for answering my last minute email asking for an extension on a SATURDAY and being very sweet about it