#Jon Bones Jones

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Jon Jones on NOT Ducking Tom Aspinall

UFC heavyweight champion Jon "Bones" Jones discusses why the narratives of him ducking interim heavyweight champion Tom Aspinall aren't true ahead of his UFC 309 main event fight with Stipe Miocic at Madison Square Garden.

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UFC 285

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G.O.A.T or not??

[fernsjjf]

Jon Jones Is Back. To Capture The Vacant UFC Heavyweight Championship, When He Go Up Against, 'Bon Gamin' Ciryl Gane At The UFC 285. This Is Going To Be Blast.

[sudden-stops-kill]

jones v gane

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[themmaniacs]

Ciryl Gane Didn't Have the Right Mindset to Defeat Jon Jones at UFC 285

#CirylGane entered the #UFC285 fight with fear

UFC 285 was an exciting event that brought back Jon Jones to the octagon after three long years of absence. He fought against Ciryl Gane, a promising heavyweight fighter with a record of 11-1-0. Not as experienced as himself, that is correct. However, on paper, he should’ve been a good match for Jones. However, Jones scored a very convincing win in the first round, taking Gane down and…

[sailor-hufflepuff]

I forgot two very important love interests:

Looking at my recent blorbos and their male love interests, I think I have a type….

Bonus round from a few years ago:

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The 100 Best Books of the 21st Century.

As voted on by 503 novelists, nonfiction writers, poets, critics and other book lovers — with a little help from the staff of The New York Times Book Review.

NYT Article.

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Q: How many of the 100 have you read? Q: Which ones did you love/hate? Q: What's missing?

Here's the full list.

100. Tree of Smoke, Denis Johnson 99. How to Be Both, Ali Smith 98. Bel Canto, Ann Patchett 97. Men We Reaped, Jesmyn Ward 96. Wayward Lives, Beautiful Experiments, Saidiya Hartman 95. Bring Up the Bodies, Hilary Mantel 94. On Beauty, Zadie Smith 93. Station Eleven, Emily St. John Mandel 92. The Days of Abandonment, Elena Ferrante 91. The Human Stain, Philip Roth 90. The Sympathizer, Viet Thanh Nguyen 89. The Return, Hisham Matar 88. The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis 87. Detransition, Baby, Torrey Peters 86. Frederick Douglass, David W. Blight 85. Pastoralia, George Saunders 84. The Emperor of All Maladies, Siddhartha Mukherjee 83. When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamin Labutat 82. Hurricane Season, Fernanda Melchor 81. Pulphead, John Jeremiah Sullivan 80. The Story of the Lost Child, Elena Ferrante 79. A Manual for Cleaning Women, Lucia Berlin 78. Septology, Jon Fosse 77. An American Marriage, Tayari Jones 76. Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, Gabrielle Zevin 75. Exit West, Mohsin Hamid 74. Olive Kitteridge, Elizabeth Strout 73. The Passage of Power, Robert Caro 72. Secondhand Time, Svetlana Alexievich 71. The Copenhagen Trilogy, Tove Ditlevsen 70. All Aunt Hagar's Children, Edward P. Jones 69. The New Jim Crow, Michelle Alexander 68. The Friend, Sigrid Nunez 67. Far From the Tree, Andrew Solomon 66. We the Animals, Justin Torres 65. The Plot Against America, Philip Roth 64. The Great Believers, Rebecca Makkai 63. Veronica, Mary Gaitskill 62. 10:04, Ben Lerner 61. Demon Copperhead, Barbara Kingsolver 60. Heavy, Kiese Laymon 59. Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides 58. Stay True, Hua Hsu 57. Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich 56. The Flamethrowers, Rachel Kushner 55. The Looming Tower, Lawrence Wright 54. Tenth of December, George Saunders 53. Runaway, Alice Munro 52. Train Dreams, Denis Johnson 51. Life After Life, Kate Atkinson 50. Trust, Hernan Diaz 49. The Vegetarian, Han Kang 48. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi 47. A Mercy, Toni Morrison 46. The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt 45. The Argonauts, Maggie Nelson 44. The Fifth Season, N.K. Jemisin 43. Postwar, Tony Judt 42. A Brief History of Seven Killings, Marlon James 41. Small Things Like These, Claire Keegan 40. H Is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald 39. A Visit from the Goon Squad, Jennifer Egan 38. The Savage Detectives, Roberto Balano 37. The Years, Annie Ernaux 36. Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates 35. Fun Home, Alison Bechdel 34. Citizen, Claudia Rankine 33. Salvage the Bones, Jesmyn Ward 32. The Lines of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst 31. White Teeth, Zadie Smith 30. Sing, Unburied, Sing, Jesmyn Ward 29. The Last Samurai, Helen DeWitt 28. Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell 27. Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie 26. Atonement, Ian McEwan 25. Random Family, Adrian Nicole LeBlanc 24. The Overstory, Richard Powers 23. Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage, Alice Munro 22. Behind the Beautiful Forevers, Katherine Boo 21. Evicted, Matthew Desmond 20. Erasure, Percival Everett 19. Say Nothing, Patrick Radden Keefe 18. Lincoln in the Bardo, George Saunders 17. The Sellout, Paul Beatty 16. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon 15. Pachinko, Min Jin Lee 14. Outline, Rachel Cusk 13. The Road, Cormac McCarthy 12. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion 11. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz 10. Gilead, Marilynne Robinson 9. Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro 8. Austerlitz, W.G. Sebald 7. The Underground Railroad, Colson Whitehead 6. 2666, Roberto Bolano 5. The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen 4. The Known World, Edward P. Jones 3. Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel 2. The Warmth of Other Suns, Isabel Wilkerson 1. My Brilliant Friend, Elena Ferrante

[savvypervy0]

Little Puppy 2

TW: Teacher/Student, Total Power Exchange, degradation, praise, Dominant Daddy, Pet play, age gap, smut

You're at his class again. This time, wearing the collar like it's a badge of honor. Tied to it, there's a small pendant with his initials and his phone number in the back. In display, for everyone to see, was a small bone, etched into the metal, with the name "Puppy" written on it.

"What's that you're wearing?" You could hear your friend ask. "Just something I thought I had to hide for the longest time." You smile, trying to look confident. But deep down, you're embarrassed.

This wasn't your idea. Of course not. It was his. Entering the class room, you see his desk already. His eyes meet yours, guiding you to the desk right in front of his with just his gaze.

"Good morning, class." His voice quickly captures the attention of everyone in the room. You can't focus on the class at all, always going back to last week, remembering how he treated you, how he played with you… Going back to when you woke up and he was playing with your hair, caressing your cheeks. That fucking "good morning, little puppy" that messes up your brain and makes you giggle like you lost a thousand points of IQ. In his hands, in his bed, you become nothing more than a dumb, adorable little pet. And you love it.

"Next week, wear the collar for me." While driving you home the next day, he stops in the mall. "I'll get you something special to go with it. "Y- you want me to attend all classes wearing the collar?" You voice was trembling, your stomach drops down to your knees. "Is that too much to ask of you, little puppy?" Holding your hand, he guides you to a pet shop. "This is where we'll get the pendant to your collar." "N- no. I can do that. I'm a big puppy…" You try to sound confident, or even grown up, but your voice and your knees betray you. "It's okay if it's only for my classes for now, sweetheart." Leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, he turns to the cashier, getting the dogtag and paying. "Thank you for doing it so quickly." "No problem, sir. When the owner asks, we do it."

"You're the owner, Mr. Jon-?!" Before you can finish saying anything, you feel his finger on your lips, closing your mouth. "I already told you, sunshine. Outside of school, I'm not Mr. Jones." "S-sorry…" You can feel the heat growing on your cheeks, spreading through your face. "You're the owner here, d… daddy…?" God, why are you trembling so much? This cashier doesn't even know you. And he seems like someone Mr. Jones know… "Good pup…" He gently scratches behind your ears, caressing your hair. "Now, can you be a good pet and lift your chin so I can put the charm on your collar?"

You timidly lift your face, suddenly being forced to stare into his eyes, to watch a small grin forming on his mouth as you feel his strong, soft hands working on your collar, attaching the charm.

"W- what is in it, d- daddy?" "Why don't you see for yourself, sweetheart?" He grabs your hand and guides you to a room in the back, passing through a 'Staff Only' door. "Where are you taking me…?" You're scared, you don't know this place. "Somewhere safe, trust me." You know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but the fear of an unkown place was still present to you. "Like the… puppy room?" The pieces slowly connect in your brain. Suddenly, everything makes more sense. "Smart one, aren't you?" His soft giggle melts your brain into a complete mush, as he scrambles what was left with a soft caress on your hair. "Am smart?" Your giggling brain can't even form a proper sentence when his hands are touching you. God, you're so pathetic in his hands… "The smartest little pup in the world, sweetheart." His soft stirring on your scalp was melting your brain more and more… "Hehehe…" "Now, sweetie. To the puppy room, okay?

Holding his hand, you followed close, each of his steps being two of yours, making echoes on the walls around you. You finally arrive at a door marked with only one word: [PLAY].

"So… this is the play room…?" Your voice is shy, but filled with curiosity.

How different this room might be from daddy's play room? What kinds of toys would they have? What about the rules inside? All of those thoughts keep swirling inside your brain, round, and round and round…

"What's wrong, sunshine?" His hands wake you up from that trance, caressing your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes. "Is my little pup thinking about what might be behind this door? Maybe about all the naughty stuff we'll do, or even what I might force onto you as a 'rule'…?" "Um…" You try to form words, but there's no way to argue back at him. He knows you too well. "Yes…" "Good puppy…" His fingers gently scraping on your shoulders were more than enough praise, but he still insisted on saying it. Because more than anything else, he knows his voice has a strange effect on your brain; cooking it like a slow heat oven. "Now, puppy. The first rule here is that you must wear the collar."

You feel his big, gentle hands wrapping around your neck, the soft leather from your collar touching your skin. A comforting, dumbing feeling taking control of your brain, slowly making you go back thousands of years, back to your most primal instincts. You don't even think, you just press your head against his chest, as he softly caresses your hair, whispering small words of praise that you can't even understand. Even if he only played with you once, your brain already knows. When you're wearing the collar, you're not his student, you're not the smart, straight As that he's so proud of. No, you're just his little puppy. His desperate, tail-wagging, begging, whimpering and messy puppy.

"Daddy… can I open the door?" Your voice, even if still shy, gets more confident. Right now, you have no power in this dynamic. You can't do anything he won't let you. There's no reason to think, to analyse the situation. You just submit and smile to his actions, to his desires. "Of course, sweetheart. Go on." You see that soft, malicious grin on his face. That stupid fucking grin.

You knew he was looking down on you. Fuck. You reach your hand to the door handle, and were about to turn it when…

"Oh, almost forgot!" As soon as you turn around, you hear a soft, dry 'click' coming out of your neck. And the tip of the lead is in his hands. "Do you have a safe word in mind, sweetie?" "Safe word?" You never really thought about this. You just assumed he would know how to treat you, since he's experienced and all. "No? Do I need one?" "Shit. Okay, we should've talked this better before coming here." He takes off the collar from your neck. "No! I want to play!" "I know, kiddo. We will play, don't worry." You feel his scratches behind your ear. "We just need to discuss this before doing anything." "But yesterday-" "Yesterday wasn't planned. I kinda forgot the formalities because you're too fucking adorable. But here we're in a kinda public place. Other people might come, and I need to know when to stop if you're ever feeling uncomfortable, right?" He bombarded you with words. Your brain sort of short-circuited with the sudden praise, but you got the general idea. "Y- yeah, makes sense…" "Good pup." He takes a Kitkat from his pocket and cracks one of the four bars, giving it to you. "Do you like this?" "Uh-hum!" You happily munch down on the little treat as he explains what could work as a safe word. "It can be anything that grounds you, something to take you off the role. When you say this word, I will stop what I'm doing to make sure you're okay." "Why the need for a safe word? Can't I just say 'stop' or 'I don't want it'?" "Well, you see…" Mr. Jones scratches his head, trying to find the right words. "There's this thing called 'Consensual Non-Consent', where you say 'no! Stop! I don't want this!' when you really, really want it. Some subs are very heavily into this, and the idea of a 'safe word' serves to make sure no limits are being broken." "So basically I can just say like… 'Crackers' and you stop at any time?" "Yeah." He hands you the rest.

"Now that you know how this works…" As you're eating the kitkat, you feel the familiar texture of the collar on your neck, you hear the sounds of being bound by the leather and metal around your neck. You're back to being just his little puppy. "What's our safe word, sunshine?" "Crackers." You speak in-between bites, trying to eat quick to have more time to play. "Good puppy." Scratching your hair, he opens the door and pulls the leash, guiding you inside, as you gulp down the rest of the chocolate.

As soon as his hands pull down on that door handle, you heard a click, then a crack. And then your eyes were flooded with red lights from all corners of the room, reflecting from shiny metal tables, painting otherwhise leather things with a blood-like tint.

"Wow…" You brain slowly kicked back into action, analyzing everything on that space, clinching every detail to your brain, to your conscious. "There's… so many things here that I've never seen…" "You can pick where and when we start, sweetheart." With a soft, almost guiding brush on your cheeks, he slowly goes through each and every toy, tool and item inside the room. But you couldn't focus on anything he was saying. Your brain was too focused on the pair of handcuffs, imagining how he might use it… Grabbing your hands, forcing you against a wall and forcefully restraining your movements, cuffing your hands together in front of you, grinding them against his growing bulge…

"Pup? Sunshine?" you woke up from your torpor as soon as you heard his fingers snapping on your ears, to find one of your hands already playing down there without permission. "Naughty puppy. I might have to do something about this, don't I?" You watch, with a mix of horror, arousal and fear, as he takes his slow, calculated steps towards a wall covered with all kinds of devices… "What should I pick…?" You can hear in his voice. He already knows what got you like this. "Maybe the leg-spreader…?" The device he feints toward is a big pole of metal with adjustable size, and leather straps pending from each end. "Or the rope… I could do a hogtie…" You don't know what this is, even if it sounds hot. He goes down all other equipment, until he stops by the handcuffs. "Of maybe all you want is the simplest one? Because your dummy puppy brain is still getting used to all of this?" You can't hide the shine in your eyes, te excitment. You promptly pull your hands in front of you, dripping with your arousal. He smiles, and locks you.

"Now, puppy. Do you remember what we talked about right before coming here?" "The… crackers?" You smile, already waiting for your treat, knowing you were a good puppy for remembering it. "Yes. Good job. If at any point I do something you don't like, just say the word." "Uh hum." You look up at his face, waiting for your treat. It's almost pathetic to watch as you squirm, trying to look cuter… "What's wrong? Do you perhaps want me to start already? Treats are for good puppies. And you were touching without permission, weren't you?"

The realization hits you like a truck. You're not a good pet now. For the first time, he's going to punish you for something. And that is scary. But you deserve to be punished, you were doing things you shouldn't without permission. And if he gets too 'excited' with the punishment, you can always bail.

As you're lost in thoughts, you didn't even notice as he guided your pathetic self to one of the shiny metal tables. "You're still wearing too much clothing. Do you like this shirt, sweetheart?" "You look hot, daddy." "Flattery won't make your punishment any easy, dummy. I meant the shirt you're wearing." "Oh…" You look down, a bit sad that your fail-proof had failed. "Yes, it was a gift from my friend." "Alright." From his back pocket, he pulls a key, taking the cuffs off of you. "Get naked." You don't even hesitate. He already has a grip on your brain, and all this whiplash from 'punishment' to 'caring dom' is confusing you.

As soon as you start taking the shirt off, he extends his hand, ready to grab it. And as you slowly take the rest off, you see him carefully folding that shirt, as if it's special to him as well. "What's wrong? Forgot how to take the rest off, sweetheart?" His voice is soft, almost like a summer wind hitting your naked chest, as his big, strong hands find their way inside your pants, gently taking them off together with your undies. With a tender kiss, he pushes you onto the table and sets the clothes aside.

He comes from the chair where he left them, and grabs a small vibrator from the giant wall of toys. "Since this is a punishment, sweetheart, I'll have to be a little more… aggressive. Be ready." He says this, but does not wait until you're ready.

Taking advantage of your unfavorable position, spread open on top of the table, he presses the vibe on your most sensitive spot. And he does this hard, with a little bit of pain. But your dumb mutt brain cannot focus on the pain, because the mere thought of his hands forcing this much pleasure on you is enough to drown any discomfort, any pain. You last a whole 45 seconds before cumming like a desperate bitch in heat, making a big mess on top of the table, and hitting his clothes as well. "God, you're a pathetic existence, you know? Your body is so well made to be my special, tiny little toy, and yet all you do is whimper, scream and piss all over me. Do you think this is funny, little one? Do you think you have any sort of control here?" Using the pathetic mess you just made, he wets the vibrator, shoving it directly inside your hole. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You started saying this without even noticing. Your vision is blurry, your hands try to move, only for you to find them cuffed to each other. You put them between your legs, only for him to grab and lift them. "I already told you, mutt. You don't have a shred of control here. Your body became my toy for me to do as I please as soon as you put that collar around your neck and gave me the tip of the leash. You became mine. You are fucking mine, you understand?" "Y-ye-" You can't say a word without going into a whimpering, sobbing mess. You can't feel your feet anymore, your legs are moving without you wanting them to, your voice sounds like a whore. You're a mess. A complete mess. And he is smiling that stupid fucking sadistic smile. That slightly concealed grin, that one you fucking hate how much you love. The one that shows his power over you.

"Oh, what's wrong? Can't even speak because your tiny, little body can't handle all this pleasure? Are you gonna cum again without permission, little toy?" He takes the toy away from you. Finally, some time off. You calm down, get your nerves back… or so it should've been. In reality, you were so, so close to cumming again, to feeling good… But he robbed you of that good, explosive feeling. You start to whimper. Your brain is no more. Your hips move on their own, desperately trying to lift up just enough to feel those vibrations again, to feel that pleasure once more… "Nuh uh, sweetheart. You can't do this." He slaps your crotch, forcing you back down. You flinch, scared with the first slap he ever gave you for real. It stings, almost like his hand is still there, marking your skin, your nerves. You look back at him with those adorable, needy puppy eyes. The eyes that meet your gaze are careful, even a bit worried, like watching to see how you react. "B-but…" You try doing the same movement again, lifting your waist up, searching for the elusive toy. Only to feel his hand again slapping you down on the table.

But this time, you were expecting it. And you let out a soft moan. He smiles again, the worry in his eyes vanishing, being replaced by lust, hunger and desire. And you are the object he oh, so much wants. You, your body and your little whimpers.

Grabbing both your hands, you feel his bigger, stronger hands, as he rolls you around, pressing your sensitive nipples and tummy on the cold metal table. You flinch and moan with the sudden stimulus, closing your eyes and opening your mouth wide. "Now the puppy moans again." You listen to his belt being unbuckled, to his heavy breaths, as the hard black leather wraps around your left ankle, and he pulls it up. You don't know exactly how, but he ties your left ankle to your hands, leaving your body completely exposed and ready to be fucked, with your tiny little hole dripping with desire and lust. "Please…"

"Please what, bitch? Use all of your remaining brain cells and form a fucking sentence." He knows what he's doing. So much so that you can feel his finger slowly circling around your neediness, grabbing a little bit of what you shot out and spreading on the hole, moistening it up. "Please, don't make me say it…" You feel the first intrusion inside you. His index finger gently spreading your insides, slowly going deeper inside you, until you feel his knuckles on your outside skin. You can't see what he's doing, since he's behind you. Your min conjure all kinds of scenarios, thinking about things he might have grabbed to toy with you… "Your body is already screaming it. There's no shame left on you that I haven't stripped away yet. Just. Say. It." With each word, he thrusts his finger inside you, almost like he needs to make sure his words go deeper inside you, for you to understand what he's saying. "F… fu…" You try to form a word, but your mouth isn't really working with you here. "Fu… Fudge, little one? Do you want daddy to buy you fudge when we're done?" He whispers those words directly into your brain, through your left ear. When you look there, he's standing naked, his cock already fully erect, almost touching your lips. You just stick out your tongue, moving your head forward, trying to get at least the tip inside your mouth… Only to be met with his other hand on your hair, pulling you back to your place. "Not so fast, smart ass." He starts moving his hand faster, pulling your hair harder. The pleasure mixed in with the pain is confusing every single sensory receptor in your body, like they're short circuiting. "Fuck… Dick… Cock… Me… Cock… In… Inside…" You can't form a cohesive phrase. And he's loving it. "You want daddy's cock inside this hole here?" He shoves two fingers inside you, forcing your little body to cum. You just scream "YES!" without thinking anything other the "finally". And then, you feel his hands leaving your hair, followed by a strong snap coming from your ass. You scream louder, letting out even more of your pathetic cummies. "I didn't give you permission to cum, slut." Another slap. This time harder, more precise. The pain is slightly stronger than the pleasure, but your pain receptors are short-circuiting, so you don't even care, you keep on cumming a little more with each slap. "You're such a pathetic little bitch, you now? You barely knew what a safe word was 15 minutes ago, and now you're screaming, begging for more pain…"

"Do you still want my cock inside you, sweetheart?" Suddenly, he stops slapping you, and you start breathing heavily. His voice is as dominant as always, sounding like a predator gauging his prey, watching your reactions.

Your vision is still blurry, and you can barely feel your body. You feel so good. But you want more, you're a greedy little pet. "Please… please fuck my needy, pathetic little hole, daddy…" You finally manage to say, positioning yourself as best as you can with only one leg available. "Good pup." You feel his soft pats on your head once again. Finally, praise! Finally, you did a good job! "Here, open your little mouth for me." He slides a piece of fudge for you to eat. "Keep your sugar levels high so you can take my cock without fainting, sweetheart." "Hehe… okay…" You look so dumb with that stupid smile on your face. And, God… He looks so hot handling your body to it's proper place, carefully laying you back in front of him.

"Here I come, sweetie. Tell me if it's too sensitive to continue, okay?" "Oka-" You don't even finish the sentence.

He shoves all of his cock all the way inside in one single thrust. "Look at how needy your body got for me, puppy. It's practically swallowing me, pulling me deeper… I'll cum in no time like this." You can barely understand what he's saying, anyways. You just want him to flood you with his seed. "Cum… In…" You go back to that moaning, whimpering torpor.

You can't think about anything, your brain is completely empty. And when you open your eyes again, you hear his voice. "Inside or on your back, sweetheart?" "Inside!" You don't even think before responding. Your body needs to be bred so, so much… You physically cannot wait anymore to feel his hot cum inside you, dripping on the floor… He grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. And right when he's the deepest inside you, you hear his coarse, rough voice whispering "fuck…" with that strong dominance, followed by a strong bite on the back of your neck, surely marking you. Putting all of this together, you cum once more, feeling his thick cock spurting out all of his sperm deep, deep inside you, marking your insides as much as he did your neck.

"Good pup…" His breath is shallow, but he's still standing, caressing your hair as he unties his belt from your ankle. "Daddy… eepy…" You slowly blink your eyes, trying to make sense of what just happened. "Did you count how many times?" "Dumb puppy… can't count more than 3…" You say, trying to deny the sheer volume of your liquids on top of that table. At least he giggles at this, grabbing the key to the handcuffs and unlocking them. You finally feel all the soreness on your whole body, letting yourself limp out on the table. "Sore…" "I know, sweetie… Sorry about that…" His arms are comfortable, as he sits down on a armed chair, putting you to sleep on his arms, humming a lullaby and patting your head. "Sleep, now. When you wake up, I'll tell you everything." "Uh hum…" You doze off before even trying to think of what the "everything" was.

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UFC 285: Ciryl Gane on Fighting Jon Jones, Francis Ngannou

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[leftpocketdogshit]

Jon “Bones” Jones

“This is my life & I’m willing to die to beat you”

“Be prepared to do that”

[nuttingonurass]

JON BONES JONES IS NOW RETIRED. THE BEST MMA FIGHTER EVER.

[justanoasisimagines]

Current Requests

Hey my lovelies, below is everything I have the intention to write. Please be paitent with me as some will get written quicker than others.

Dc;

-Oswald Cobb - Marriage Headcanons (Requested by @pinktree26)

Once Upon a time;

-Rumplestiltskin Drabble - Reader is a nanny to three children, her and Rumple meet up for a picnic (Requested by @twilightlover2007) -Killian Jones - Honeymoon Headcanons (Requested by Anon) -Killian Jones - Fic - Reader is under the sleeping curse placed on her by Rumple, Killian and the Charming's finally defeat him. Killian's kiss wakes her up proving they are each other's true love (Requested by Anon) -KIllian Jones - Fic - Reader has nightmares about a fiery room from the sleeping curse and Killian comforts her until eventually the nightmares go away (Requested by Anon)

Game of thrones;

-Robb Stark - Fic - Vampire!Reader, she has the power to talk to Greywind and other animals. Robb is her mate/ they meet when Robb is injured when he's hunting alone with only greywind at his side. Reader begins to visit Robb at night, she's kept as a secret. However, Robb begs her to turn him but she doesn't want him to be a 'souless monster (Requested by Anon) -Grenn - Fic - Reader is the only girl at the nights Watch and they have a secret relationship (Requested by Anon) -Set B - Preference - Your like Margery Tyrell (Requested by Anon) -Eddard "Ned" Stark - Fic - Reader is Ned's second wife and all the kids cling to her even Jon and Theon (Requested by @roselyhills) -Jorah Mormont - Fluff Alphabet (Requested by Anon)

House of the Dragon;

-Aegon II Targaryen - Fic - Blood and Cheese occurs but Reader manages to save the child and how they cope with it. (Requested by @roselyhills) -Harwin Strong - Fic - Targaryen Princess Reader (Requested by Anon)

Harry Potter;

-Student!Remus Lupin - Fic - Smitten with Reader; Staring at her longily, walking into walls. Sirius finds it funny. Silly and fluffy (Requested by Anon) -George Weasley - First date Headcanons with Hufflepuff!hyper/chaotic midsize (Requested by Anon)

Chicago Fire;

-Matt Casey and Kelly Severide - Fic - New relationship, relationship is private, they tell the whole fire station and they're happy. Reader has an accident, and the Intelligence Unit is involved. Kelly and Matt are horrified are when they find out. At the hospital, Connor and Will treat her, she's inhaled a lot of smoke and has bruises. She also doesn't remember who boyfriend is so Kelly and Matt have to explain to her it's both of them. (Requested by @maximeseveridecasey)

The Walking Dead

-Daryl Dixon - Fic - Not together yet, but Daryl likes Reader, and does all these sweet things for her, Daryl gets all shy when she thanks him and calls him sweet. One day he can't take anymore and kisses her. (Requested by @iheartdilfs1204)

AEW;

-Ricky Starks - Drabble. He has a sinus infection Reader takes care of him (Requested by Anon)

Shadow and Bone;

-King Nikolai Lanstov - Fic - Reader and him are expecting a child (Requested by Anon)

Mayans Mc;

-Miguel Galindo - Fic - Spending family time with their son Cristobal Reading. Fluffy, suggestive (Requested by @pear-1206) -Hank Loza - Continuation of the love letter (Requested by @encounterthepast)

Station 19;

-Jack Gibson - Fic - Reader is a trauma surgeon and she's overworking herself and neglecting her relationship. She's burnt out and it's difficult to watch. Angst/ with a happy ending (Requested by Anon)

[fernsjjf]

And New, UFC World Heavyweight Champion, Jon 'Bones' Jones. Congratulations For Wining The Belt, After Your 3 Years Hiatus, And You Deserve It.

[bobafett]

stealing this because the boops made me realize how much i miss tag games.

How many works do you have on AO3? A grand total of 14. I am not a prolific writer.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 63,880. Please see above answer.

What fandoms do you write for? Batman and Star Wars. I have a little bit of Supernatural fic posted on an alt account, and I've been turning over an idea for an OW fic in my head for a while, but it takes me a long time to figure out how to write in a fandom in a way that still captures the "vibes" of the source material (which is always one of my goals). So I rarely branch out.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? New Cornerstone (suitless!Vader AU from a million years ago), Brothers in Arms (Jon starts to get an inkling that his best friend has perhaps not had a normal childhood), Setting the Bone (Selina Kyle: reluctant parental figure), In This Twilight (Damian and Jason brotherly bonding, first batfam fic I ever wrote), and Try to Sweep the Darkness Out (batfam Christmas special that I've almost orphaned 10 times because I hate the writing choices I made in it so much). None of the fics I'm actually proud of are on this list. Tragic.

Do you respond to comments? Irregularly and unpredictably! I will if I feel like I have something to say and it catches me in the right mood.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh, that would be High Water Mark since it starts with a scene of Cody contemplating suicide and ends with the instant right before Order 66 kicks in.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Problem Solving since it's the only fic I've ever written where I was actually trying to be light hearted.

Do you get hate on fics? Never, thankfully.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I thought I could do it successfully, I would. But I'm not, so I don't.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Basically never. There is a Doctor Who/Sherlock fic buried on my old FF.net account. There's also a Super Smash Bros fic on there that I wrote in 2009, which I suppose also counts.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I can't imagine why anyone would.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and I never would. I'm too much of a control freak about my writing. Writing, say, shared universe stuff might be fun, but actually co-authoring something would drive me nuts.

What’s your all time favorite ship? What a question. I come back to Jaime/Brienne a lot for reading, but I don't think I'd ever write it. I write a ton of BatCat, but rarely read it because I'm particular. I like Lois/Clark, but I almost never write OR read it. I'm honestly not very ship motivated. Most of the time I filter for a ship because I'm in the mood for its attendant tropes, and if the writing is good, you can sell me on just about anything.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Hmngh. New Cornerstone again. There's 20k of an expanded version of it on my hard drive that I haven't added to since probably 2017. There's something very fun about suitless!Vader as a character because he's such a sparking, destructive livewire of a person, but also I'm experienced enough now to realize how difficult doing justice to that premise is. Also, I'd have to rewatch TCW to get Ahsoka's voice down, and I just don't got time for that shit.

What are your writing strengths? Description and sense of place. Also pretty good at dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses? Fucking. Long fic. Plot in general. I'm horrifically bad at it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'm usually inclined to keep all my dialogue in English, but it would depend on the context and the effect I was going for.

First fandom you wrote for? Purposefully? Inuyasha. Without having any idea what fanfic was? I created an Artemis Fowl fairy OC and stuck her in Indiana Jones when I was 10 years old.

Favorite fic you’ve written? They Don't Sing Songs For Me. No contest. It's perfectly captures what I think is the ideal form of fanfic: two characters who have absolutely no business interacting with each other building a compelling relationship dynamic over the course of 9k words.

I will be tagging @panharmonium, @apostatefrog, @dead-ghost-walking, @ryehouses, @yellowocaballero, @lazuliquetzal. Also anyone else who wants to. I will bring back tag games by force of will, so help me God.