#Mets Prospects

[chirpsythismorning]

“Mike said his life started the day he found El in the woods, which was technically the following night. What he said had nothing to do with offending Will because he went missing the day before.”

[mwagneto]

the main problem other than my country (NOT AMERICA🇭🇺) being a corrupt fascist shithole is that if i stay in the same place doing the same thing for too long i start going insane like just the idea of having to do another year of uni makes me want to gnaw at the bars of my cage that doesn't exist. slow tigers chasing me etc. but like 1) i need a degree 2) i need to get out of the country asap 3) having a degree would help me to/when i get out 4) i cannot bear the thought of buckling down and doing my work til mid 2026 like oh my.god. taking a gap year is definitely helping i literally only spent like 2 weeks of this semester in my house but like i need my entire life to be like that not just a few months of it. maybe i should work as a steward on a plane or smtg i dont KNOWW

[lepidopterium]

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[silly-lil-scribbles]

why do i always attract the same kind of friends (only irl tho). why does this keep happening. i keep getting adopted by really excitable people who like doing things to me (example: sticking tape to my arm for fun???) and say i look very gay. help?

[acourtofquestions]

Golden flame danced between her fingers.

Elide recoiled, and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"My name is Essar," the female said softly. "I am a friend--of your friends, I believe."

Elide said nothing.

"Cairn is a monster," Essar said, taking a step closer. "Stay far from him."

"I need to find him."

"You played the part of his mistreated lover well enough. You have to know something about him. What he does."

"If you know where he is, please tell me." She wasn't above begging.

Essar ran an eye over Elide. Then she said, "He was in this city until yesterday. Then he went out to the eastern camp." She pointed with a thumb over a shoulder. "He's there now."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not terrorizing the patrons of every fine establishment in this town, glutting himself on the coin Maeve gave him when he took the blood oath."

Elide blinked. She had hoped some of the Fae might be opposed to Maeve, especially after the battle in Eyllwe, but to find such outright distaste...

Essar then added, "And because my sister--the soldier you spoke with--told me. She saw him in the camp this morning, smirking like a cat."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you are wearing Lorcan's shirt, and Rowan Whitethorn's cloak. If you do not believe me, inform them who told you and they will." Elide cocked her head to the side.

Essar said softly, "Lorcan and I were involved for a time."

They were in the midst of war, and had traveled for thousands of miles to find their queen, and yet the tightness that coiled in Elide's gut at those words somehow found space. Lorcan's lover. This delicate beauty with a bedroom voice had been Lorcan's lover.

"I'll be missed if I'm gone for too long, but tell them who I am. Tell them that I told you. If it's Cairn they seek, that is where he shall be. His precise location, I don't know." Essar backed away a step. "Don't go asking after Cairn at other taverns. He isn't well regarded, even amongst the soldiers. And those who do follow him... You do not wish to attract their interest."

Essar made to turn away, but Elide blurted,

"Where did Maeve go?"

Essar looked over her shoulder. Studied her.

The female's eyes widened. "She has Aelin of the Wildfire," Essar breathed.

Elide said nothing, but Essar murmured, "That was... that was the power we felt the other night." Essar swept back toward Elide. Gripped her hands. "Where Maeve went a few days ago, I don't know. She did not announce it, did not take anyone with her. I often serve her, am asked to... It doesn't matter. What matters is Maeve is not here. But I do not know when she will return."

Relief again threatened to send Elide crumpling to the ground. The gods, it seemed, had not abandoned them just yet.

But if Maeve had taken Aelin to the outpost where they'd lied that the Valg prince had been contained...

Elide gripped Essar's hands, finding them warm and dry. "Does your sister know where Cairn resides in the camp?"

For long minutes, then an hour, they had talked.

Essar left and returned with Dresenda, her sister. And in that alley, they had plotted.

Elide finished telling Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel what she'd learned. They sat in stunned silence for a long minute.

"Just before dawn," Elide repeated. "Dresenda said the watch on the eastern camp is weakest at dawn. That she'd find a way for the guards to be occupied. It's our only window."

Rowan was staring into the trees, as if he could see the layout of the camp, as if he were plotting his way in, way out.

"She didn't confirm if Aelin was in Cairn's tent, though," Gavriel cautioned. "Maeve is gone--Aelin might be with her, too."

"It's a risk we take," Rowan said. A risk, perhaps, they should have considered.

Elide glanced to Lorcan, who had been silent throughout. Even though it had been his lover who had helped them, perhaps guided by Anneith herself. Or at least had been tipped off by the scent on Elide's clothes.

"You think we can trust her?" Elide asked Lorcan, though she knew the answer.

Lorcan's dark eyes shifted to her. "Yes, though I don't see why she'd bother."

"She's a good female, that's why," Rowan said.

At Elide's lifted brow, he explained, "Essar visited Mistward this spring. She met Aelin." He cut a glare toward Lorcan. "And asked me to tell you that she sends her best."

Elide hadn't seen anything that came close to pining in Essar's face, but gods, she was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And Lorcan had let her go, somehow.

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Ruby attempts to get a werewolf as her animal/beast companion. She quickly finds herself face down and ass up ... and also can't remember her name.

It was fair to say that Ruby was perhaps a bit too ambitious for her own good. Her dreams of following in her mother’s footsteps as a skilled ranger were nothing to scoff at, of course, but she did tend to rush into things a bit too reckless and headstrong. And when she set her mind to something, it was hard to stop.

As she felt the werewolf’s cock ram hard into her folds, though, she realized that perhaps, for once, she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

Not that the werewolf seemed to care, or that the realization did her much good—nothing she could or would do would get the beast off her as it held her forcibly down, snarling down into her ear as his massive cock bludgeoned her womb over and over again. The heavy slap of his knot on her folds echoing through her body into her mind.

It was so much~ she groaned, arching into the ground, her hands desperately clawing at the grass under her. It was too much, and if she didn’t get the beast to stop, she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Already, as the panting gasps and cries shifted into moans of pleasure, she knew that she was losing herself. If she could just—

A large clawed hand suddenly gripped her firmly by the back of her head and roughly shoved her face into the grass—she gasped, then screamed as she felt the knot shove past her folds and lock the werewolf tight into her. The beast threw his head back with a howl, and her whole body shook as she felt the massive rod splitting her wide began to pulse, throb, then erupt.

The werewolf snarled, bucking his hips roughly down into the helpless bitch beneath him, more and more of his potent seed filling her. When he finally finished, the hand on her head gripped her firmly by the hair and tilted her back to him. Through the bestial snout, a smirk grew as he saw the lewd, empty, mindless eyes stare back at him, as his prey had lost her mind with his first release.

Chuckling, the beast lifted her off the forest floor, bouncing her steadily on his cock as he walked deeper into the trees—back to his den, and her new home.

[gottagetshiver]

I’m gonna be puppy sitting my friends 10 week old standard poodle for the next week and a half starting tomorrow sooooo writing levels will probably be down, but fun and cute levels will be sky high

[adriles]

i had a dream last night about organizing a funeral and i got to meet the guy whose funeral it would be

[dongiovannitriumphant]

love to hear like 4yrs after a social interaction that I read it wrong in ways that i didnt realize were even on the table + might have happened again but bc i didnt know i actually have no idea if it has

[thirtyskeletons]

squick put me onto a new sports yaoi book and it’s baseball so i’m loving it. however all sports yaoi is just check please

[wittgensteining]

I genuinely love uni and going to my classes, I am excited every time during the registration period when I get to pick my electives for the next semester. I love going up to ask professor more questions after a lecture and reading my assigned readings. I study with the intention of remembering everything after the exam. It’s normal to struggle with your studies but studying at university should be equally challenging and enjoyable. I sincerely hope that everyone gets a similar experience to mine during their time at uni. It’s only natural that there are going to be parts of your degree that you dislike or simply don’t care for but if you hate everything about your lectures, your seminars, your readings, maybe you should consider switching majors.

[all-lars-bars]

I think someone should write/draw a rottmnt/gravity falls crossover

I was thinking the Sea Grunkles would be popping by New York and Jersey to check out the damage on the recent alien invasion and investigate who/what stopped it

[daandori]

wondering if its worth finding somewhere to watch the countdown tomorrow or if i should just stay home on my own lol

[femme-objet]

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[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

Man there’s a lady in my department and every time I get into a conversation with her it’s super obvious that she’s choosing her words extremely carefully but she is also maintaining intense eye contact the entire time—I don’t think I have ever in my life met someone whose wheels you can almost literally see so obviously turning for the entire conversation—and everything that comes out is put in the most delicate and indirect possible way, which makes me feel incredibly self conscious about what I’m saying.

I feel like there is whatever is being said out loud, and then maybe two or even three subtext conversations happening, consequence being I never have any idea what the hell we’re talking about

[halfdeadwallfly]

but how am i meant to focus on my work when there are so many things and feelings happening at the same time