#NOOOONE OF YOU KNOW

[hhhyperbole]

none of you bitches know until hes out and down

If you know anyone with DID or OSDID, No you don’t!!

Keep that information private! These next four years are not going to be kind to people with mental illnesses

[azrielwingspan]

'Someone' (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: The IC try to pry into your life and find out who you're crushing on.

Warnings : Noooone.

He was devastatingly handsome. Unfortunately for you, it did not bode well. You were supposed to be focusing on the meeting taking place and yet all you could think about was the shadowsinger seated opposite you.

"It would be best if we were to implement our previous strategy. What do you think Y/N?"

You snapped out of your daze and blinked slowly at your brother seated next to you. He looked at you expectantly as Cassian tried to stifle a laugh.

"Uhhh...yeah..we must...indeed." you choked out.

FOOL FOOL FOOOOOL. You screamed at yourself in your head trying your level best to get back your bearings and steer the meeting in your favor.

"Although, I do think we should discuss the previous strategy in detail and draw up a plan b in case things go south."

The others at the table nodded in agreement and you held in your sigh of relief. Rhys threw a suspicious glance your way but held his tongue. The people closest to you would describe you as an extremely focused and high functioning individual. Surprisingly for them and you , you were anything but that at the moment.

Azriel hadn't uttered a single word throughout the meeting instead choosing to listen attentively and observe , his usual mannerism. You stole another glance at him and froze. Fuck.

His eyes were trained on you, the gold piercing through the flecks of green and brown. Expression unreadable, he raised an eyebrow at your befuddled face. Giving him a crooked smile and almost wincing at how you must have looked, you turned your attention back to the matter at hand. Fantastic. Absolutely, truly fucking fantastic.

Putting in a ton of conscious effort, you managed to get through the rest of the meeting without making a fool of yourself again. Eventually, the conversation at the table turned into casual chatter. After all, everyone at this table was like family. You would fight for every single one of them.

"Y/N was heartbroken. It was rather funny to be quite frank." your head snapped in the direction of Mor who was shooting you a devious grin. It took a few seconds for the realization to kick in and you almost hid your face from absolute mortification. Today was going terrible.

"I was 25!! A CHILD in fae years." You defended yourself hiding your face in your hands. Laughter rose around the table and you sank further into your chair.

"Wait.." Feyre wiped a tear off the corner of her eye, trying to hold in her laughter. "so you're telling me, Y/N fell in love with a stable boy who was terrified of her? Why was he scared? What did you do?"

"She has this weird smile she ..." Rhys saw the glare you directed his way and a smug grin made its way onto his face.

"Okay..okay..I'm sure your love life has improved since then Y/N. Tell me, who is the unlucky guy these days?" Cassian asked sending everyone into a fit on raucous laughter yet again.

You were sure that everyone had noticed the way your shoulders tensed slightly. Cursing yourself for not doing a better job at hiding your emotions, you gave a casual shrug. "No one."

"Riiiiight." Cassian leaned back in his chair and looked to Azriel who had a small smile playing on his lips.

"What do you think Az? You're the spymaster after all."

"I don't pry into others personal lives brother." Azriel leaned forward placing his elbows on the table. "But...I might know who it is."

A flare of shock pulsed through you causing your heart to thump against your chest. Azriel noticed the change in your posture and let a small smirk slide onto his face. Handsome cocky bastard. Did he know?

You didn't think so. Aside from today, you had never given a hint of anything being strange or weird. He was probably playing mind games with you.

"So there is someone then." Mor's eyes twinkled , the makings of plan behind her eyes to glean the information from you later. You told Mor everything. After all, you were the best of friends. Which is why, you couldn't bring yourself to reveal this massive crush on Azriel yet. You knew Mor didn't love him that way and yet you couldn't speak to her about it.

"You guys are delusional. There is absolutely no one and I'm quite content thankyou very much. Also, spymaster..." you emphasized his title, giving him a sour smile "you need to brush up on your skills."

Azriel bowed his head trying to hide the grin blooming on his lips. "Now...if all of you are done gossiping about my non existent love life, I'm going to go spend some quality time with my new book." You left the room before any of them could notice the red blooming high on your cheeks. What you failed to notice however was a tendril of shadow reporting to its master about your flustered state.

That night as you were drifting off to sleep, a note was slid under the door into you room. It read

"It's hard not to pry when you're involved."- 'Someone'

You would be starting your morning with a heart attack tomorrow.

PART 2 OUT NOW ! READ HERE

Part 2 sneak peek here !

A/N: Let me know if you guys have any scenarios or ideas you want to read about. Would love to hear about them!

[andrastepls]

UNTIL DAWN.

synop: reader (callsign lark) and ghost chat over comms one rainy evening. maybe in the same universe as A/SMR ?

warnings: noooone ?

i have once again not proofread shit

The sound of rain pelting down on her makeshift tent was all encompassing, loud — and cold.

Under other circumstances, she would’ve loved the sound. The pitter patter of the droplets may well have lulled her to sleep, but not tonight. Camped out atop a roof adjacent to enemy territory, huddled up underneath a pair of wooden pallets and garbage bags that she’d propped up against the side of the wall, a thermal blanket held up to her nose in an attempt to retain some warmth — this was anything but comforting.

Maybe that was why her eyes kept flicking to her comm. Knowing a familiar voice was just on the other end of a radio wave. He, Ghost, never turned his off. Especially not while she was out on her own, “Manners,” was his response when asked why.

“Lt?” she begins, her voice a breadth above a whisper, “You awake? Over.”

There’s a lull of silence. Not even the static there to keep her company when she lifted her finger from the button.

“Copy, Lark. How you holdin’ up? Over.” came the slight grogginess of his voice, a telltale sign that he had been nearly asleep, if not outright unconscious.

She pauses before answering; namely, what was she going to say? She woke him, it had to be a better reason than being cold and lonely. He was probably cold and lonely too. If he even got lonely. He didn’t seem the type for it. In the two years she had known him, if there was anything she could figure, it was that Lieutenant Riley was someone who enjoyed his alone time.

“Lark?” his voice sounds again with a crackle of static, sounding more awake.

“Here, sir.” she replies, “Just . . . needed to hear a familiar voice. Sorry to wake you. Over.” and she expects that to be the end of it. It was silly of her to bother him over something so mundane. It was weak, and overstepping and —-

“Cold as hell tonight.” he says, dropping formalities. Her chest feels tight. Guilty.

“. . yeah.”

“Y’ got enough thermals up there?”

“For tonight, if it doesn’t flood up here.”

And she swears, she swears, she hears the end of a snorted-laugh when he answers, “The roof innit gonna flood, kid.”

Fighting a smile, she hides herself further into the silver blanket, ducking her head inside and curling her legs up closer, “You’re gonna feel real silly saying that when you need a boat to evac me in the morning.”

"Sure we got a little floaty around here somewhere, if it comes to that." he replies, taking on the tone of a man who thought himself to be hilarious -- having been on the receiving end of his jokes in the past, well . . .

"One with duckies on it, I hope."

"Mm. Nah. Little fish." the Lt. says, his smirk evident in his voice. A smirk she had never seen, but had grown quite accustomed to hearing.

"Nemo?" Lark grins, pulling her sleeves further up to cover her hands in the interim between their comments.

"High standards there, huh?"

"You have no idea, Lt. Nemo or bust."

"I'll see what I can do." he chuckles a bit, and she tries to picture him being up there with her. He was intimidating, no doubt about that, but he brought a certain comfort with him. A sense of safety, even. Must have come with the territory of doing what they did.

You either had each others back, or you all died. That, or get hunted down. Bleak, unless you sucked it up and worked together.

"Fallin' asleep, kid?" Simon's voice comes through again in a crackle of static.

"Nah -- don't think I'm gonna get much sleep tonight." still, she fights back a yawn. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to sleep, because she wanted to. Badly. Getting back to base couldn't come soon enough.

There’s a moment of silence, and she wonders if he had fallen asleep himself. She couldn’t even blame him. Freezing rain, creeping up on 3 A.M. Dawn isn’t all that far off, she told herself, just power through a few more hours.

“Can stay on with ya,” he suddenly says, clearing his throat a little, “Should at least try to get a few winks.”

“That your way of telling me to shut up, Lt?” Lark asks, not bothering to try and hide the sleepy smile evident in her reply.

“Maybe.”

“Brutal.”

“Do I gotta make it an order?”

“Maybe.”

He laughs. Laughs. It makes her chest tighten so unfairly; worse, when she realizes she would do damn near anything to hear that again.

“Get some shuteye, Lark. That’s an order.”

“Mm.” She hums, pulling her thermal over her head, listening to the rain continue to pitter-patter on her makeshift shelter, “See you in the morning, Lt.”

“Jus’ a couple hours.”

“ . . just a couple hours.” she mutters back, tucking her walkie underneath her chin as she settled back in. Forcing her eyes shut as he says a muffled ‘Goodnight’ into the comm.

A/N: i’ve had an idea like this for months, and when i read this, i couldn’t stop myself B) . . . might continue this ? idk

[bloodwrittenballad]

Satisfaction Guaranteed | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin

Summary: Maybe tipsy, tmi confessions aren’t so bad after all

Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral, pnv, swearing, mentions of drinking, readers call-sign is maze, use of the pet name baby like a lot, not proofread. wrote this on a whim. a horny whim. 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. Please, don’t be a silent reader. Feedback is highly appreciated, so are reblog. Let me know what you think! And if you would like to see more of these three! Enjoy, and happy reading ;)

You should really stop talking.

No, seriously, you need to stop talking. The more you say, the worse it gets. You’re a few drinks in and then bam! Suddenly you’ve decided to spill your guts out - not literally, thankfully - to your two best pals. Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw. Two of the hottest and greatest men you knew had now heard every single thing they ever needed about your sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Yeah and like, noooone of my exes ever wanted to go down on me. Not one! B-but I’m expected to give them head?! How unfair is that!” You hiccuped, as you dug yourself deeper into a hole.

But what was worse, was that they weren’t even stopping you. Maybe the alcohol was hindering their better judgment too? Either way, you were never going to come back from this. The shit eating smirks on their face and the looks they shared - the ones they thought you wouldn’t notice - only made you feel like more of an idiot as you finally began to rein in your pitiful rambling. “Oh, god, I totally just ruined the mood? Didn’t I?” You said in an embarrassed little squeak, face falling into your hands as you tried to hide from their piercing gaze. “Actually, Maze, I think you just heightened the mood.” Jake said, his voice low. You looked up, hands falling back down to your side as you caught Bradley’s eyes. Maybe it was the one too many drinks you consumed, or the sexual frustration that has been building up for months, but something in the way he was looking at you… fuck, it made you feel like a giddy teenager after a first date.

“Ya know, Maze, I think Hangman is right. I also think you’re right,” Rooster began. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on his face, more particularly, his lips… You gave him a look of confusion, nodding for him to continue. “It is unfair that no one’s repaid the favor of going down on you. Hell, it’s a downright shame.” Oh Christ almighty, you had to be imagining this. There was no way he was actually saying this right now. You could just die of embarrassment right now. “But I’m thinking that could change tonight, if you want it to.”

Okay what? This really, truly could not be happening. “I- Um- Huh?” You barely managed to get out, and Jake chuckled at your response. If now was the time for teasing, he’d say you looked like a fish out of water, with the way your eyes were wide and your mouth hung open as you tried to form words. But, Hangman was feeling nice, so he decided to help you out. “I think what Rooster here is trying to get at, is that he’d like to show you what you’ve been missin’ out on. I would too,” He said with a wink. Jesus fuck.

“Y-you b-both wanna…” you trailed of. “Fuck you? Yeah, darlin’. We do. Real bad, too.” As if Jake couldn’t get any cockier already, this was only feeding in to his attitude even more. “So, Maze, what do you say? How about you let Hangman and I show you how it’s done? Satisfaction guaranteed.” Rooster chimed in with a wink, and if you couldn’t feel your heart racing at a thousand miles per hour, you would’ve figured you died and gone to heaven.

“Okay,” you said. Maybe a little desperately, but hey, they offered.

And that’s how you found yourself in this moment now, with Bradley between your legs as Jake held you against his chest. His strong, tan arms around you for support as you rested your head against his shoulders and moaned out. “Fuck! Bradley, right there!” You cried out, feeling his mustache burning roughly on the soft skin of your inner thighs. It was glorious, like nothing you felt before. Well, really, it was nothing you felt before. But it definitely wasn’t like how you imagined it, or even read about. No, this was so much better. “You like that, baby? Does it feel so good, getting that pretty, needy little pussy taken care of after so long?” Jake hummed low in your ear.

“Yes! Fuck yes! So good!” Moaning out loudly, your thighs clenching around Bradley’s head. Bradley chuckled against your pussy, the sensation only bringing you closer to relief. “You gettin’ close, baby? You gonna come on my tongue?” Bradley asked, bringing his hot mouth away from your wet pussy for just a moment to ask, but still working you with his thick fingers. You nodded, the shine of the sweat on your forehead was like a beacon as he caught sight of your face and the pleasure that was painted on it.

“I’m s’close,” you managed to get out. The grip you had on Jake arms only tightened when Bradley’s mustache made contact with your clit. Dipping your head back in a moan, Jake attached himself to the skin of your neck. Licking, sucking, kissing any and every square inch he possibly could. “Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue, I know you want to.” Bradley encouraged you, his mouth still moving on you so quickly as you approached the heavenly gates of orgasmic bliss, before coming. And hard. “Fuck, shit, oh my God!” you moaned out, swears tumbling from your mouth as your body shook with your release. “That’s it, that’s our good little baby,” Jake spoke into your ear. His words of encouragement not stopping until you touched back down to earth again

And when you finally let out a heavy breath and opened your eyes, that’s when you noticed. Bradley, still sat on the edge of the bed and between your legs, was soaking wet. And the look on his face, was priceless. “Good God, baby, look at the mess you made,” Jake said in a laugh as he looked down at Bradley, who was still looking at you in complete awe. “Damn, baby,” said Rooster as he licked his lips. “I didn’t know you could do that,” you didn’t know either. You’ve never squirted before, but somehow Bradley managed to completely change your world in a matter of seconds. “I-I didn’t either,” you spoke. “That was-” you began, but the two men cut you off.

“So hot,” they said. “Yeah,” you said in a breathy laugh. “You ready for more?” Jake asked, and that’s when you could feel it. His hard on, pressing right against your lower back. “Because I still haven’t gotten my turn, and if Bradshaw can get you to react like that, you can only imagine the things that I’ll do.”

And thus, is how found yourself, yet again, being completely and totally lost in the pleasurable thralls of your two fellow aviators fucking you. Jakes cock was buried deep in you, reaching places no one had before, as Bradley sucked on your neck and toyed with your tits and clit. The room was hot and heavy, filled with moans and skin slapping skin all around as you came once again that night. Yeah, it was safe to say that satisfied was definitely guaranteed.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Christmas Drabble Advent Day 15 - 'Tis the Season

This is Day 15 of my Christmas Drabble Advent. The full masterlist can be found here > Advent Masterlist

Pairing - Cassian Andor x reader

Summary - Vandalising empire ships is the best way to get into the festive spirit!

Warnings - Noooone, just fluff

“When you first told me about your little holiday, I was sceptical,” Cassian said through pants, running like a madman. “But I think I like it, actually!”

You giggle, pulling out another reel of tinsel and trailing it behind you, making sure to sprinkle generous amounts of glitter at random intervals too. The empire ship’s crew won’t know what hit them until you guys have long since left.

Eventually they’ll see the full extent of your ‘generous’ holiday decorating you’ve both left in place of the vital ship parts you’ve stolen.

“Told you, Cassa! ‘Tis the season,” you scream maniacally.

[goatpaste]

Relating to the previous ask, what Jojo Light Novels have you read/listened?

noooone

iv really only read the manga and most of the spin off mangas those are easier for me to focus on and read

as far as im aware theres no official translated spinoff novels for sale and i really just cant get myself to sit down and read them, i just know what i know from second hand absorption from post and what iv seen from the wiki

but i would loove to read the Over Heaven novel...

[merklins]

LOVELEAAP. I'm ccy2k posting SO hard once I'm done I'm. at the end? so close. AGAIN! Gordon I thought Gordon was soooo but LOVELEAP. You know!! Tragic sad sad doomed sad characters . Loveleap is just SO for being one of THE. AND THE AWARD GOES TO. LOVELEAP! As the infected with the most CRYING. of all time. IN FRONT OF THE CAPTIVE AUDIENCE TOO! Anons. the ANONS. I find it soooo so so [] that in y2kvr everyone was solving problems by cheering people up and reminding people of happys and potential goods but in ccy2k the anons are RUTHLESS and shit talk everyone to solve their problems. Got loved the spread? Well, CONGRATULATIONS! Everyone's ever is all YOUR fault. "Oooh. Your boyfriend? You MISS them? Aww... well... fuck you AND him! And also fuck you and you aND Y" AND IT ISN'T EVEN EXCLUSIVE GORDON HATE THIS TIME! They did this to EVERYONE! No [] noooone at all.They did it to Darnold! DARNOLD! The sunshine, the sunbeam, the rays of joy in the morning! I'm never going to be able to listen to these songs again without crying! I mean, that was already the case for "You Are My Sunshine", but "Daisybelle" TOO? You, you, and most importantly YOU!! READ THIS ONE, I PROMISE CCY2K IS SO GOOD.

[kuu-stuff]

Remnants of our memories part 2 - Review

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This part starts with Faye wanting answers and Trout being as vague as possible haha. He can't really say too much, that would be the opposite of his purpose to have Faye go ask questions and reveal stuff to the wrong people afterward. But I guess that if you're a normal person in this world, you wouldn't even think that any of that is possible, so he should also avoid making her think that something is wrong with his head. "I don't really know you." Noooo why do I hurt myself like that ??? From the moment Faye became an SCP and way later when Trout went back in time to save her, Faye changed so much. For Trout who spent so much time with her by this point, being faced to a version of that person that he never met must be disorienting. Like, he knows her but she doesn't think or act the same way as she did in the future. Just between her death and her transfert to his site, Faye lived through a lot of things she couldn't even conceive before and it changed her a lot. Trout doesn't know what would be the right words for her. But he loves her so he want to have them right. And the lack of time and her being right there make him not say anything, what makes it worse. I'm just as confused as he is trying to write this thing. What am I even saying ?

Faye was also always quite solitary, so not even knowing this guy, she doesn't even imagine that he might care for her at all. She sure hope he does, deep inside of her, but she prefers living without hopes than being deceived again. She also feel a certain way about herself. That she never went trough horrible things like some fellow orphans she knew. So she doesn't feel like she has the right to feel sorry for herself. She feels like she's good for nothing and since she believe she could never get what she truly wishes for, she prefer never hope again. AHHHHH Trout using his conversations with her against herrrr. She's so embarrassed, poor baby. Oooh poor baby she's been abandoned so much. Haha right, she tries to escape the subject and Trout is like Oh no you won't, I will tell you everything you wanted to hear ! "We won't see each other again anyway." Nooooooooo !!!!! He's so heartbroken and she can't even see it. But they do spend some nice cute time together and that is nice and cute. BBBBHwaaaahahahahaha he immediately goes for the alcooool. He has no idea of what to sayyyy. Oh he's cornered he's showing her the note. He's not just walking around with that note at all time by the way. They wrote a lot to each other at some point. I guess that this one has a deeper sentimental value because they started to really talk to each other after she wrote him that. And he knew that he won't come back from this trip. Oooh he was just as lonely and lost as she was. I think that they were perfect for each other. They could understand each other in a way others couldn't and they had complimentary desires and passions that made them help each other to grow. Noooon he's there like "I would have been nothing if it wasn't for you, so now I'll be there to help you being something yourself." Oooh he's happy that now she's alive for real and can live freely away from the Foundation ! ToT

Look at that Dr. Trout is adorable. So so cute. I kiss his cheeks. He deserves a chocolate muffin.

[sillykittyares]

i just realized i haven’t introduced myself!

what a silly boy i am :0

Hi!

I’m Ares!

My pronouns are he/they/it ^^

I’m 19, transmasc, but have not started on T for many different reasons.

I’m strictly a sub!

Boundaries under the cut <3

DMS: Open

Asks: Open

Anons: Open

Taken Anons: 🖋️

MY TAGS

#ares.txt = Me just rambling!

#ares.mov = Usually spirals/GIFs!

#ares.png = Pics I like!

#ares.nsfw = Hornyposting!

THINGS I’M INTO

Hypnosis

Petplay (Mostly kitten/bunny, but I can branch out to puppy!)

Fauxcest (Be careful with that, I’ll let you know if it gets out of hand)

Light watersports (Piss)

Memory play (To an extent)

THINGS I’M NOT INTO

Cow TF/lactation

Sending pics/videos

Disregarding boundaries

Asking for personal info

Misgendering/dysphoria “play”

NAMES AND TERMS

Yes, me: Kit/kitten, slut, babyboy/baby, doll, pet, bunny, whore, etc.

No, me: Any feminine, dominant, or puppy related names, unless I give explicit permission!!!

Yes, parts: Any!

No, parts: Noooone? I don’t think so anyway

DNI:

Detrans/TERF/men dni blogs

Blank/almost blank blogs

Only want to hookup/trance me and leave

WLW/NMLNM blogs

Rough, mean doms

[scribbletalks]

listen. more queer media is always a good thing

but I'm so sorry rwrb was not good (and I say this as a fan of Heartstopper)

I love loads of terrible tropey romcoms. Ones that feel like they could/should be (and sometimes have been!) fanfic outlines. Films like Maid in Manhattan, Notting Hill, and While You Were Sleeping, to name a few. But wow this did not do it for me.

I HATE using the term sanitized and it wasn't, necessarily. But it felt like... too shiny?

(oh but Kieren they had dick jokes and sex scenes! How can it be too shiny!) Well the sex is not what I mean at all.

They just seemed to want to tackle all these issues... US politics and the monarchy and coming out in a hostile environment and the right to privacy and... noooone of it had any weight. It was all sort of just in the background, which again, can be fine if you aren't going to make all the stakes in the story come from these external sources.

Also this is a personal thing but the side characters were more interesting than the leads (like significantly more interesting imo). The dialogue fell squarely into the overly-quippy category and I felt like only Zahra and Nora got away with their line deliveries. Honestly I was shocked at how well they handled some of the jokes that should not have worked at all. So kudos to Sarah Shadi and Rachel Hilson.

I don't know if it was a problem with the direction, the script, or the actors, but both main characters felt incredibly flat.

It's funny to me that I should have so many issues with this film when I'm sure I've read like dozens of nearly identical fics, but man something about it just really did not hit. Maybe knowing the characters and having an established love for them is what saves some fanfiction from feeling the way this story felt. idk. I wanted to like it, and I'm not opposed to "wholesome" queer media in general, so I'm not sure why it didn't work for me

Still glad it exists tho! One more queer film in the world is just fine by me. The more of them exist the more space they have to be bad (which is good).

[the-invisible-queer]

It's almost noooon

Do y'all know how much I look forward to the "your camera roll if you were dating Daniel Henney" posts everyday? 😭

This is currently the reason I wake up every morning 🤣

[coralsgrimes]

After reading some of the posts I have to say that I’m so confused by Ben. Like ok, so he doesn’t want to lose his loveable persona because that’s his bread and butter but he still wants to keep seeing Julianne in the dl? How long is that gonna go on for? Is he always going to live his life hiding?

I feel like this is something a teenager or a 20something would do, not a man who is turning 42 next year! Furthermore, like some other anon said, the veil has been lifted. The people who now see him as he is are never gonna go back to him, so why not just cut his losses and at least be honest about it? I mean, it wouldn’t make me support him but at least I’d give him some points for honesty. And it’s not like he doesn’t have a good chunk of sycophants who are always gonna support and worship him not matter what, so why not just stick with them and block the rest? Not like he hasn’t done it before so.

But I guess you need some modicum of self-awareness and maturity to reach this conclusion, and Ben wouldn’t know what those are if they slapped him in the face. Fucking loser lol

I mean the bulianne shenanigans are on the menu for like two years now. Seem to be done and then are back at it. Soooooooo it never gonna end ;c

ALSO I don't wanna bring the single greatest director of all time and the cultural icon Kelsey Jannings into this again but I have to. Man in his forties acting like he in his twenties, the age of stagnation, he got famous in his twenties so he gonna stay twenty forever. Like, Leo D. is the crown example of this shite but Benny earns his spot too x.x

And yeeeee our boy has ABSOLUTELY no self-awareness like noooone nothing cuz ye know that equals negativity and he will have no negativity in his life ;c

In the end, none of us knows him but it looks more and more that he losing the plot of who he is too

[glitching-desert-snake]

this would have in it the types of people who don't actually know what oppression is they only know the designated BadGuy (BL/I The Director and Battery City in this case) and to be honest, yeah a desert populated with mostly people described as teenagers and rebellious would have a lot of those. Its not like Battery City had any incentive to properly teach what is and isn't oppression.

Really noooone of that matters what matters is that you're appropriating Cherri Cola's belief system of "has gone to the tubes" and you have got to be more sensitive! You need to go ask him if its an open to others religion or not!

lol. what if there was a re educate witchfuckers movement in the zones

[lokisgoodgirl]

Ooh. Fluffy idea time!!

I am just a sucker for the sweet little moments.... and being cared for.

So maybe reader is tired, stressed and Loki makes tea and rubs her feet or something?

Love it all thanks <3

Fluff-Drabble Marathon A link to my FLUFF Library is here Warnings: Noooone. (w/c 880) A link to my regular Masterlist is here (18+)

Sensitive Soul

“By Borr’s beard, what’s all that racket brother? I thought a band of chitauri has been let loose within the dining quarters…” Loki ignored him as he continued his descent into the cupboard of forgotten-utensil doom, baking trays, pans and cooking implements strewn across the linoleum floor in disarray. “Brother, will you desist?" Thor boomed, "It is Sunday, tis’ the mortal day of planetary-designated rest.” The dark-haired god snapped to his feet, his eyes ablaze with irritation as he stalked towards Thor, his finger waggling in defiance. “No. I shall not desist, brother. Y/N requires my aid and I do not intend to let her down.” Thor’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “Y/N? What ails her?” he questioned, as Loki shrugged. “Mortal malaise, brother. Potentially related to the female lunar cycle, I know not...” he mumbled, his concentration turned to a cupboard stacked high with groceries above the counter.

A smile spread across Loki’s face as he pulled a metal tin from the shelf, delight radiating from his widened eyes as he showed Thor his prize, “I found it!” Their eyes both fell to the cannister, decorated with an artwork of green leaves and calligraphic writing. “Peppermint...tea?” Thor squinted at the words, his perplexed gaze drawing back up to Loki's.

“Yes, brother. Y/N requested it specifically” he said proudly, “now that I have located the item, I must heat it, as per tradition.” Thor watched as his brother followed the instructions that Y/N had clearly given him, tentatively filling the kettle with water and pressing the button on the base down with theatrical flourish. He looked smugly at Thor as the kettle began to rumble, pleased with his own self-sufficiency in this unfamiliar task. “That was done well, brother.” Thor nodded. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. They both watched from a distance with folded arms as steam began to emit from the kettle, looking to each other with a nod as the lever clicked. “Is it ready?” Loki muttered suspiciously. Thor shook his head. “I know not, brother. I suspect so.” ___ You looked up from the pages of your book with a smile as Loki entered the common room, holding a tray snug to his midriff as carefully as he would a newborn baby. He had been gone for almost an hour. The god’s face was beaming, his smile temporarily restrained as he carefully carried his precious cargo to his lady. “As requested, my love.” he said confidently as he placed the tray down on the table, the solitary mug displayed in the centre like a relic. You thanked him. He was so cute when he was proud of himself. “And now a foot rub to continue your afternoon of relaxation…” he said seductively as he swooped to the sofa beside you and deftly whipped off your sock. “Oooo you’re spoiling me, Loki.” you said coyly as his face lit up again. God he was so adorable. “Let me just get comfortable.” You re-arranged yourself to lie across the sofa, both feet lying on his wide lap as he trailed his fingers up your sole, making them tickle. You picked up the mug, settling back against the cushions as you took a sip, ready for bliss. Lukewarm water hit your lips with something heavy. You spluttered, causing Loki to reach forward in alarm. Looking down at your hand, you saw loose tea clumped to your fingers. You’d forgotten there was loose peppermint tea too...you’d only briefed him on the teabags. Loose leaf was far too advanced. It looked like he’d used the whole jar. No evidence of straining. You swirled it gently, a soup of beleaguered tea-leaf fragments moving thickly beneath the surface. Your gaze travelled slowly upwards to meet his, those beautiful eyes waiting earnestly for your reaction, his forehead creased in concern. “It’s perfect, baby.” you smiled, watching in relief as his features softened. “Good, we wanted it to be just so.” he murmured as he settled your foot between his hands, poised to begin. “We?” you asked, your curiosity peaked. “Yes, Thor and I! We ‘made tea’.” he replied smugly, as he began to trace the lines of your ankle. “You sure did, honey...” you said, as you tucked the mug between your thighs and closed your eyes. Loki raised your foot to his lips, placing a loving kiss on your bare skin. You smiled, enjoying his attentions. His large hands encased your toes, preparing to deliver all the blissful pleasure you so deserved. He began slowly, before your eyes flew open. The tightness of his grip caused your body to tense. Your delicate bones felt like they were being crushed beneath a fallen piano. God above...would you ever walk again? Your forehead furrowed in a grimace as his thumbs ground like iron into the delicate flesh of your sole. “Maybe a little lighter, Lokes?” you squeaked, feeling his grip loosen as he realised his error. “Sorry, my love…” he muttered apologetically, “sometimes I forget how sensitive you are.” You softened back into the pillow behind you, your lips twitching with unspoken thoughts as you appreciated the irony of his words. “Don’t forget about your tea, darling.” your sensitive lover said softly, his fingers bending your toes gently; releasing a soft click. -

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[moonandsunwoo]

what txt would call their s/o

# — pairing: bf!txt x reader

# — genre: fluff!

# — warnings: noooone, lowercase intended!

hi I’m not dead. Have this and lovely day too!

soobin… PLEASE he is so sweet it will range from honey to baby to darling to love and everything in between. he is just that kind of boyfriend okay😠😠 (didn’t he call odi his princess too…? i’m not sure, but if this looks like you have to share a petname with a hedgehog then that’s absolutely correct /j)

yeonjun…every petname from the bOOK pls this man..🙄🙄 hes probably gonna use babe a lot tho, it just rolls off the tongue nicely. and it’s super handy to tease you with it, just because he can, basically….? he also exaggerates a lot. like you will hand him his phone and he’ll call you the light of his life for the rest of the week

beomgyu… baby! or 자기 [jagi] because you can whine that so so well and as we all know, choi beomgyu does that well. he’s also good at sweet talking himself out of situations, so beware the power of the petname and the emo fairy boy beomgyu

taehyun… ah see, he’s so cute n sweet and husba- he uses "honey" a lot, in short. honey dear darling? of course, kang taehyun is a classy man (also see, honey is sweet and you’re the sweetest thing to him and yes it’s incredibly cheesy okay but that’s how it just is)

hueningkai… he was a bit too awkward in the beginning (I will NEVER let go of the "honey do you wanna eat bingsu with me" okay) but he gets better at petnames. will probably exclusively stick to "baby" tho also bc he thinks it’s sweet okay and in that one drama he watched-

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