#YOU CAN TELL I AM PROUDER OF SOME OF THESE MORE THAN OTHERS…
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radioroxx · 4 months ago
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crying and comfort images for the sake of drawing crying and comfort images. i wanted crying and comfort image. i will take requests
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5sospenguinqueen · 7 months ago
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Post Tension | Charles Leclerc x McLaren! Reader
Summary: Back in the same country, Charles realises that the most important thing isn't winning; it's that he was wrong.
Warnings: Swearing, female reader, Verstappen! Reader. Tooth-rotting fluff.
This is the final part!
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
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YourUserName something in the orange tells me we're not done
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User 1 excuse me, miss thing?!?!
User 2 not miss verstappen posting this on media day when charles and her were spotted in the background of each other's interviews
francisca.cgomes that silhoutte pic is serving 🔥
User 3 just me or does that bear have a ferrari hoodie on
User 4 he is not the love of your life. he is literally just a guy. hit him with your car
→ User 1 nah 'cause does anyone else think charles would run her off the track if she got ahead of him again
→ User 5 wtf that's his girlfriend? he wouldn't try and hurt her
→ User 6 he did push max in a puddle once
lilymhe @ alex_albon why don't you buy me this stuff
→ alex_albon because you don't support McLaren
→ YourUserName excuse me?!?! what is this betrayal
→ lilymhe @ YourUserName i can explain
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User 7 mum and dad putting those cheating rumours to rest
User 8 y/n a stronger woman than me because i would've keyed his car for implying i was sleeping with my teammate
→ User 9 actually it was arthur who implied that
→ User 10 don't drag baby leclerc into this. he was fighting in the trenches alongside us for his otp
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scuderiaferrari P4 and P8. A strong weekend for the tifosi 💪
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User 9 i can't decide what i want to ride more
User 10 scoring some points in azerbaijan. well done, team
charles_leclerc why are you not posting the photos of me being #1 wag
→ YourUserName because this account doesn't post papaya, liefje
→ charles_leclerc no excuse
→ lilymhe because you are not #1 wag, clearly i am the only wag for @ YourUserName
→ charles_leclerc defamation
→ YourUserName @ lilymhe you tell 'em, bby
→ alex_albon i leave you alone for two seconds and you're stealing my girlfriend again
User 11 be still my beating heart
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mclaren P3 and P5. roll on the points for team papaya (ft mclaren's #1 wag)
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mclaren we apologise for interrupting your regularly scheduled papaya posts with a splash of red but you'll never guess who this racer was looking at to make him smile like that
→ maxverstappen1 sickening
→ charles_leclerc i am honoured to be awarded such a prestigious title by team mclaren
→ landonorris does this mean i can stop pretending to like y/n now?
→ charles_ leclerc @ landonorris no
→ YourUserName @ landonorris no. you're my emotional support pookie
User 11 so proud of our papayas. they did so good this weekend
User 12 i'd let y/n hit me with her car
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victoriaverstappen couldn't be prouder of you! 💕
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maxverstappen1 a disappointing dnf but very pleased for the less-famous verstappen 🧡
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redbullracing still made us proud. we'll come back stronger in france
kellypiquet well done y/n. p was cheering you on
→ YourUserName tell her i'm coming over for a pizza party soon! 🥰
YourUserName i swear he loves me really, guys
→ charles_leclerc well he threatened to run me off the track if i didn't fix things so i'd say he does
→ maxverstappen1 for legal reasons, this is a joke
→ YourUserName ah, so that's why you apologised. not because of your undying love for me
landonorris feel like that should say the more talented verstappen
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danielricciardo don't let this fool you. the man was close to tears when y/n was p1 with just one lap to go
→ danielricciardo and then cried when her tire burst
→ danielricciardo and then cried when she finished p3
→ maxverstappen1 i'll sue you for defemation
→ User13 the Grid seemed to have learned a new word this week
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YourUserName ik houd van je
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charles_lecerlc je sais
→ YourUserName never going to let me forget that one, are you
→ charles_leclerc no
→ maxverstappen1 no
→ danielricciardo no
→ landonorris no
→ arthur_leclerc no
→ pierregasly no
→ victoriaverstappen no
→ lilymhe no
YourUserName how about everybody get off my dick
→ YourUserName my only friends here are the lovely ladies thirsting over my hot boyfriend with me
→ User 14 you tell 'em, honey
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charles_lecerlc as the people on twitter say, i would let y/n hit me with her car
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maxverstappen1 my eyes 🤮
→ charles_leclerc look away! i was going to block you for this
→ maxverstappen1 block me forever
YourUserName wow, not even a tag.
→ charles_leclerc everyone knows who you belong to, mon amour
→ YourUserName yeah, the guy who invented ice cream
→ landonorris @ charles_leclerc at least you know what to do if the racing thing doesn't work out
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I've had so much fun making these. I have a few more ideas coming up but not loads so if you have any, please do request and I'll try my best to do them justice! <3
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c-t-r-l14 · 2 months ago
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And the Crowd is….Slighlty Confused!?
Ya’ll remember when Kendrick Lamar said, “I remember when you was conflicted”?
That’s me right now, ya’ll. I’m conflicted.
I’m conflicted as hell.
For the first time in six months, Alex and Gremlin sat down and had a proper conversation about the break up, how they’ve been feeling, and what they’ve been doing since then. And honestly, I couldn’t be more prouder of both of them. They were certainly tackling this subject with maturity—an aspect that they both begged of each other, but clearly lacked the last time they spoke. It was really nice to see them sit down and be amicable to one another, and honestly, my heart couldn’t help but soften by the way they interacted with each other. It reminded me of the good ol’ days. The peaceful times before everything went to shit.
On one hand, I really want them to have a happy ending. In the audio, you can just feel the mutual pining between those two; the way they both have been stalking each other socials, the way they’ve been thinking about each other non-stop, the way they find remnants of each other and the happy times they had in ordinary mundane things—the way you can tell how much they’ve missed each other. Like—I truly, truly felt the love. This was the conversation they should’ve had from the very beginning, and it pisses me off that they didn’t really talk things out after the first initial argument in part four. At the end of the day, all Gremlin wanted was reassurance, even though they went about it the wrong way. I think one of the best things about this audio was the fact that Alex gave them a lot of grace. He recognizes that Gremlin’s trust issues went deeper than they thought, and even realized that what they did that night was a lapse in judgement on their part. He took the time to understand their mindset when they made those accusations—how it’s hard to see anything differently when you’ve had your mind set on something, or—how sometimes when life is a little bit too good, you start to get suspicious—and start to find a reason why it could be an illusion. But, I think one of the biggest things about this audio was how he acknowledged how irrelevant he made listener feel. He reflected on his behavior during the campaign shoot he was doing with Natalie—and how he was fully focused on his work because he wanted to impress the higher ups—and it was because of that, he started to neglect listener. He started answering his texts less, he was spending more of his time at the studio, and by the time he got home, he was exhausted—so its not like they could’ve done much with each other, anyway. That neglect, plus him spending time with another woman—it made Gremlin spiral, and drudged up old memories and fears that they thought they’d put to bed. And Alex, after all this time—finally acknowledged that he was partly to blame for that spiral, and realized that he should’ve been more attentive to the person he loves.
Another thing I really love about this video is that we finally get a reason why he acted so strangely during the break up. Alex and Gremlin never really spoke about the cheating accusations after it happened, and like I said in my last rant—it’s very possible that it had been on his mind for a long time, but he just never told them how bad it truly made him feel until the break up convo happened—which caused his feelings to get the better of him. And, he acknowledged that because of this, it made him say some things that he really shouldn’t have said. Now, as a person who’s literally known for her hatred of Alex, I’m gonna give credit where credit’s due. I am very proud of Alex’s character development. I’m proud he reflected on all of the events that took place and the part he played, and unlike the last audio—he doesn’t make excuses this time around. He acknowledges the break up could’ve been handled better, and takes some accountability for his role in it. But that’s the thing—he only takes some accountability for his part, and it’s because of that I’m conflicted as hell.
Throughout this entire closure convo, it seems like Alex was kind of vague about the things he said during the breakup. He never once acknowledged the excuses he made, the gaslighting he did, or his hypocrisy during that entire conversation. And those three things were the biggest reasons why a lot of people do not like him. Like yes, he acknowledges that his emotions got the better of him and made him say ‘things he shouldn’t have’, but the main thing he did acknowledge was the offhand comment he made about Gremlin not being the “right person” for this relationship. On top of that, he made sure to go into great detail on the way Gremlin confronted him about the cheating allegations. Now, don’t get me wrong—Alex is fully within his right to tell Gremlin how they made him feel. At the end of the day, they had no right to violate his privacy or yell at them with accusations they made up based off flimsy ass evidence and their own paranoid theories—and I can understand why Alex was hurt by that. However, he never really went into depth about the things he said during the break up convo,either. He puts the gaslighting, excuse making, and hypocrisy under the umbrella term of ‘things he shouldn’t have said to them’, and that was something I really did not like. Because, one of the biggest reasons why Gremlin fully believed that the break up was all their fault was because Alex made it seem that way. He dodged the solutions Gremlin tried to give him with excuses, he demanded transparency from them and couldn’t even be bothered to do the same thing back, and used such roundabout language that made it seem like they were the only problem—despite his lack of effort and accountability. He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that he tried to twist their anger for being the last to know about his job offer in a way that made them look like that they were mad that he got a job offer at all. And speaking of that job offer…WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU ‘NEVER TOLD THEM YES?’ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WERE ‘ONLY THINKING ABOUT IT,’ AND ‘WANTED TO TALK ABOUT IT TO THE PEOPLE WHO MATTERED TO YOU FIRST?’ In the break up audio, he made it seem like he was actually going to take the job. Him taking the job was one of the biggest reasons why he broke up with Gremlin in the first place—because he was so sure that they couldn’t handle long distance! If he wasn’t sure about taking the job the day he broke up with them—then what was the point of the break up in the first place?? Why didn’t he at least take the time to make a decision about the job offer first, and then see what he could do about his relationship afterword?? Like—if he wasn’t 100% sure that he wasn’t going to go to States—why did he break up with them? That was the part that never made sense to me. I guess you could say that his emotions had gotten the better of him in that moment and he impulsively decided to break things off…but just knowing that he never had a definitive answer during the time they broke up makes the break up seem more stupid than it already was. I was so sure that he was going to go to New York that I didn’t even think that we were even going to get an audio where Alex tells Gremlin that he still loves them, simply because—number one—I thought he his decision to move was set in stone, and number two—he acted like he wanted nothing to do with them!
I just don’t know ya’ll, I’m hella conflicted. You can see how much he’s grown—at least in some ways. He’s finally starting to recognize his faults, and acknowledge the things he could’ve done better. I think my favorite thing about this audio was the fact that he didn’t let Gremlin take all the blame, and he even tried to give this relationship a fighting chance. However, his immaturity still lurks in the background. Because while yes, he does acknowledge some of his faults, he doesn’t seem to recognize all of them.
A part of me is still bitter toward him—and pissed as hell that they could’ve had this conversation the whole time if they just took the time to open their mouths and communicate. But, another part of me—a slightly bigger part—can’t help but forgive him. And that might be a shock to ya’ll—since I’m probably known as that ‘One girl who despises Alex so much that she makes unhinged rants about how much she hates him.’ But I think if he truly wanted to change, and is taking the initiative to do so, who am I to be mad at him? I think its a step in the right direction—and I’d like to think it’d be nice for him prove that he’s not the punk ass, bum ass, photographer bitch boy that we think is. Because, one of the biggest things I hated about him was the lack of initiative, because despite telling Gremlin how much he loves them, and how they make him happy during the break up convo—he never once lifted a finger to make things work.
But, I don’t see that now. If he wants to make things work, then—I mean—why not? Their love is just as clear as their red flags. And maybe a lot of ya’ll may think I’m a punk for thinking this way, but as much as I get up on here and talk shit, I’ve always secretly hoped that they’d get a happy ending together—one where they both worked things out. And they finally have a chance to do that now, both of them—in therapy.
Although I don’t think that’s gonna happen—because the crumpets are not having it.
Oh well. What’s important is that Gremlin got closure, and (hopefully) knows they’re not fully at fault for what happened, and Alex apologized—and to me, that’s all that matters.
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emiliaalonsosainz31 · 4 months ago
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secret Feelings - OP81 x Y/N
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Y/N
warnings: nothing except pure fluff (maybe a bit angsty tbh)
Summary: Y/N is torn about confessing her feelings to her close friend, Oscar, during a birthday party. Despite her fears, she decides to tell him. 
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Authors Note: Please note that English is not my native language, so please be kind. It hasn't been proofread. I am open to any suggestions, ideas, comments, or criticism:) Thx for reading <3 
Does he know? Does he not know? Should I tell him? Or should I wait and hope he figures it out himself? Would he even notice? Maybe he already knows and ignores it because he doesn't feel the same… Ohhh nooooo. We’re not thinking about that now, Y/N! This is Oscar – if he didn’t at least have some feelings for you, he wouldn’t be so close to you all the time. He wouldn’t always save a seat for you next to him, or put his hands on your shoulders when he stands behind you. He wouldn’t regularly try to make eye contact at social events to check if you’re okay, and above all, you wouldn’t talk on the phone every day.
I look beside me. Oscar and I are sitting in the garden with friends, celebrating a birthday. The sun is setting, and the last golden rays of the day shine through Oscar’s light brown hair. His cute side profile looks even better in this light. I just sit there and watch him with a slight smile on my face. Since he started driving for McLaren in Formula 1, he’s been traveling a lot, and moments like these, where I can just look at him in peace, are rare. That’s why I cherish this one even more. He’s living his dream, and I couldn’t be prouder of him! Oscar and I have known each other for about 1 ½ years, and I’ve had a small crush on him for just as long. Okay… maybe a big crush, but that’s not important.
He turns his head towards me and sees me smiling. He smiles back and takes my hand, which is resting on my lap, in his.
Oscar leans slightly towards me. “Everything okay, Y/N?”
I look into his eyes and nod. “Yeah, I can’t complain about anything!”
“That’s very good... yeah, really good. Um, I’d like to take a walk around the block before I leave later, just to stretch my legs a bit before I drive back to Oxford. Will you join me?” he asks with a friendly grin on his lips. I say I’ll come, and follow him out of the garden. Oscar offers me his arm, saying, “Would the lady care to link arms?”
“I’d never say no to that offer!”
I link my arm with his, and we walk a few meters in silence. It’s a very comfortable silence. I don’t think I’ve ever had an awkward silence with Oscar because he exudes such calm that you can just enjoy the moment without talking. It’s really good for me, and I notice that every time, as do the people around us. I’m very excitable and emotional. I talk a lot, and when I’m nervous or stressed, I can be quite exhausting. In those moments, Oscar is always my anchor. Even though I’m a very outgoing and extroverted person, I often need a retreat to recharge and feel safe. And that safe place is definitely the man walking next to me.
Oscar looks down at me with a slight frown, half-hidden by a strand of hair on his forehead.
“Are you sure everything’s okay? You’ve been so quiet and lost in thought all day. That’s not like you at parties,” he says with a slightly worried tone.
We’ve gotten closer over the past few months, but I’m afraid of losing what we have if I tell him I feel more than just friendship. I look away slightly, blinking away the small tears that come at the thought of possibly losing him. He stops, stands in front of me, and turns my face towards him with his hand.
“Y/N, what’s wrong? Please talk to me, I’m really starting to worry, sweetie.”
I look into his eyes, which now seem very concerned. There’s no way out of this now, and I have to tell him. “Osc… I… there’s actually something on my mind,” I say, sniffling. A few small tears escape from the corners of my eyes. “Please don’t be mad or put off. I really don’t want to lose you, you mean too much to me. But not just as a friend, more than friends, if you know what I mean. I really, really like you. But I understand if you don’t feel the same way. Oh God, of course you don’t feel the same way, but I hope I don’t lose you because of this. Why am I even saying this? I’m just ruining everything. Oh God, oh God...,” I ramble, tears streaming down my cheeks. Oscar looks at me and starts laughing. First quietly, then louder. 
Wow, I expected many reactions, but not this. My sad expression turns into a slightly angry and confused one. Just as I’m about to turn and leave, Oscar grabs my arm and turns me back to him.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. That reaction wasn’t the best choice. But did you really think I didn’t know? It took exactly two weeks, and my friends were already telling me about the hearts in your eyes when you look at me. And from that point on, I couldn’t miss them either. And don’t worry, I feel the same way. I know how insecure you get with deep feelings. I’m the same way. That’s why I didn’t want to pressure you and just let things develop naturally between us. So no, I’m not mad, I’m not put off, and you definitely won’t lose me, quite the opposite. Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same way?”
I exhale in relief and nervously wring my hands before Oscar takes them in his.
“Somehow, I knew you felt something for me because the way you are with me is different from how you are with your other friends. But I couldn’t be sure. And oh God, was I really that obvious? How embarrassing. I’m sorry. But you have no idea how happy I am that you feel the same way. I should have done this much earlier, with the whole open communication about feelings and stuff.”
“Yeah, there are a few things I would have liked to do much earlier...”
I raise my eyebrows questioningly as his face gets closer to mine. Oscar looks into my eyes and then at my lips. His gaze keeps shifting between the two. My heart starts to beat faster, and my mouth goes dry. His lips meet mine, and my eyes close. It’s an explosion of emotions, and I kiss him back. Our small kiss turns into more until we hear cheering and clapping from behind us. Oscar pulls away from me and laughs as he looks behind me. I turn around and see some of our friends a few meters away, grinning widely. They’re whistling and clapping, shouting cheers.
“Seems like this conversation wasn’t just overdue for us, right?” Oscar says, laughing as he wraps an arm around me.
“Yeah, and obviously I wasn’t as subtle with my feelings as I thought. Haha, I really need to work on that!”
“No! You never need to hide your feelings again, they’re far too precious!”
He leans down and gives me a very heartfelt kiss on the forehead.
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theunholybastard · 1 month ago
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Kinktober: October 4th - Dry-Humping (Cardinal Copia x Gender-Neutral!Reader)
Tags: Established Relationship, Dry-Humping, Drunkenness, Desperation, Humiliation, Light Pet Play (If You Squint), Premature Ejaculation, Fluff And Smut, All The Papas Are Alive, First Person POV
I can't take Copia anywhere. It was supposed to be a nice, simple celebration dinner, to congratulate him on his success of joining the band. Who cares if he's not officially Papa just yet? It's still a momentous achievement for him, one he's been working for all his life, and I couldn't be prouder.
I've been with Copia since he first became a Cardinal, and I've known him for even longer. I know he's an intelligent, capable, hardworking man, someone with immeasurable patience and courtesy, a true gentleman; That is, until you get a few drinks in him.
It was Terzo who brought the wine. What I used to think was a kind gesture to show there was no ill-will between the two, turned out to be a revenge tactic to get Copia to embarrass himself in front of the whole Clergy. Copia smiled thankfully at him, and unable to resist, he poured himself a glass of wine. And then two. And then three.
Terzos smirk grew the more Copia drank, which only earned him a death glare from Sister Imperator, who saw through his whole schtick immediately. She'll surely have his head for this one. I unfortunately didn't notice, therefore couldn't stop Copia, until it was too late. We had to leave the dinner party early, Copia tripping, knocking things over, and making loud sexual remarks to me the whole time it took to drag him out. I could hear other members of the Clergy mumbling to Sister Imperator, asking if he was really the right man for the job.
"Oh, amore mio, you looked positively delicious tonight. I could barely keep my hands off you, topolino..." Copia purrs in my ear as I lay him down on the bed, wiping off his eye paints for him. I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, I know. You said that earlier, in a room full of upper Clergy members, remember?" I scoff sarcastically, my cheeks still glowing with embarrassment. He only smiles dazily, as if he didn't retain a single word I said. "Così bello, così bello..." He mutters to himself, running his fingers through my hair. How can I stay mad at him when he's this cute?
"Uh huh. Now sit up, I gotta get you undressed." I order gently, hoping he will make this easier for me, but honestly, when has he ever? He chuckles. "I like your way of thinking, amore. My pants are getting so tight, I need to be freed of them..." He winks, or at least I think he attempted to. He's so drunk he just ended up blinking really hard. I am not amused.
I look down at his lap, and lo and behold, hes telling the truth. His tight pants are constricting over his massive erection, and his lack of underwear makes it so I can see the outline in great detail. It twitches visibly, making me blush, but I do not give into temptation. He's drunk, after all. "Copia, you need to get some rest."
"How can I sleep when my cock is awake?" He slurs, nuzzling his face into my neck, nibbling gently, and turning his body to press his hard-on against my thigh. "Your Cardinal hurts, topolino. Won't you help him?" He rocks his hips, grinding his clothed cock against me, whimpering into the crook of my neck. I laugh softly at his act of desperation.
"The answer is no, my love. But you are more than welcome to take care of yourself." I hum softly, deciding getting him ready for bed can wait till he gotten all his sexual frustrations out. I expected him to sloppily yank off his pants and jerk himself off, but it seems he had other plans. He rocks his hips forward again, his eyes rolling back at the friction.
"Oh, so that's how you wanna do this, hm? You wanna hump my leg like a dog?" I snicker. He swears under his breath, his thrusts speeding up. I didn't know my words would have such an effect on him, but I'm certainly not complaining. I continue. "This is what you wanted? To act like a pathetic, drooling mutt, desperate for pleasure?" He lets out a choked whine one could almost mistake for a sob, and nods, too caught up in his frantic self-gratification to respond verbally.
His movements are feverishly swift, like he needs to use my body to survive, panting and growling like a rabid animal. His hands harshly grope whatever part of my body he can reach. He will no doubt be repeatedly apologizing later for the fingertip-shaped bruises littering my hips and stomach, no matter how much I tell him I don't mind. I hold back a giggle at the thought, not that he would notice if I did in his frenzied state.
He's barely been going at this for a few minutes, and already his thrusts are becoming weaker, his little whimpers and grunts become louder and more frequent, and his face contorts tightly. Before I even recognize the pattern, a long sigh escapes his lips, his expression relaxes, and his tight pants are now dampened, cumming in record-breaking time.
"Cazzo...! I- I would've lasted longer, if it wasn't for this... g- goddamn wine..." He hiccups, slurring his words sleepily, and ending his sentence with a loud snore, officially passed out. I laugh. "Let's get you cleaned up, Cardinal." I say, tugging off his pants, throwing them in the overflowing hamper. Copia can deal with that load (literally) in the morning.
Once I managed to wrestle all of the sweat-dampened clothes off of his limp body, I lay back in bed with him, exhaling deeply. The things I do for this man, I think to myself. It's all worth it though, when I feel his warmth against me. He lets out a little noise of content, his mustache twitching. He subconsciously pulls me closer, and as our bodies intertwine, I let his soft breathing lull me to sleep. I think I could love him forever.
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hard--headed--woman · 9 months ago
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I briefly talked about it with someone here and it made me think so much that I had to make a post about it - why don't misandrist men get as much hate as misandrist women ?
They are men who think men are horrible and say it. Yet they do not receive the same amount of hate as a feminist saying "I hate men".
There's an example that I find interesting and that I thought I'd share : some decades ago, a very famous leftist french singer, Renaud, made a song that quickly became very popular and loved. It's called "Miss Maggie" and it basically says that men are trash and that women are superior. The thing is, absolutely everyone praises him for it and loves that song. I guess there are some conservatives and incels who hate it, but the vast majority of the country, men and women, loves it ; people say Renaud is amazing and a genius for writing it and that the song is wonderful. Here is a link if you want to listen to it :
(He also criticizes Margaret Tatcher in that song but I won't talk about it in this post because it's not the point).
Here are some lyrics (with the english translation) just so you understand what I'm talking about :
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(Bourgeois women or whores
Who are often the very same
Normal women, stars or uglies
Females of all kinds, I love you
Even to the worst moron
I dedicate these few verses
Born of my disgust for men
And their warrior morality
Because no woman on the planet
Will ever be more stupid than her brother
Nor prouder nor more dishonest)
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(Woman I love you because
When sport becomes war
There are no chicks, or very few
In the hordes of fans
Crazy fanatics
Drunk on hate and beer
Defying the morons in blue
Insulting the bastards in green)
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(The atomic bomb
Didn't come from a female brain
And no woman has on her hands
The blood of Native Americans.
Palestinians and Armenians
Testify from their graves
That genocides are a male thing
Like SS, bullfighters
In this fucking humanity
Murderers are all brothers
Not a woman to compete)
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(Woman I love you, above all, at last
For your weakness and for your eyes
When a man's only strength
Is his gun or his cock
And when the last hour comes
Hell will be full of morons
Playing soccer or war
Playing who pisses the farthest)
Everyone loves that song and Renaud didn't receive any hate for writing it. Now imagine if a woman had written it? Just imagine the amount of hate a female singer would receive if she wrote a song like this. That could ruin her carreer and I am not exaggerating.
Renaud is also known for saying other misandrist things. I remember watching an interview with him, in which he's said that "Women are always there to heal wounds, repair damage, get things done... Unfortunately, there are still too few of them in important positions where they can participate in decision-making", "The oldest form of discrimination is discrimination against women. They are the first group we decided to hate and oppress", "Politicians and religions don't want to let women be more than virgins or whores. They don't want to let them be human beings, women, fulfilled people, with a personality, who work...", "It's not long since women have had the right to vote in France. And what's more, when I see women voting for a man, it gives me the same feeling as if I saw a crocodile going to a leather shop of its own free will...".
And in the comments, absolutely everyone was praising him, calling him a king, an angel and what not. No one to call him names or to tell him horrible things. No one to act as if he's said the craziest thing ever, no one to act as if he committed a crime. Sure some people disagree and insult women, but there is not a lot of hatred against him. Again, a woman would have received a lot of hate if she had said things like that. Just read what men have to say about Delphine Seyrig criticizing the patriarchy and the "indifference of men".
The point of that post isn’t to say that Renaud is The Feminist Ally, that he's perfect and one of the good guys or whatever. I just want to point out that a man criticizing men, saying he hates them, calling out their behaviour (and even saying women are superior!) will never receive the same amount of hate as a woman barely saying "I hate men" or ever way "nicer" things. Sounds like everyone knows why we hate men and even agrees with us deep inside, and just hate when women speak up about it. Sounds like they don't have a problem with misandry but with women 🤷🏽‍♀️
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thegamingcatmom · 2 months ago
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What would the sister (separately) do if their mates refuses to moan or is too shy about it??
This was one of those asks that took me quite a bit to answer. Sorry about that! 🫶
Tanya Denali
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oh boy
that woman loves a good challenge
and this one might be her toughest one yet cause MC tends to be more stubborn than the three of them combined
...
challenge accepted
she won´t be overly vocal about it (unlike Kate) because she prefers letting her actions speak for her
so, the only "warning" MC´s gonna get is mayhaps a raised eyebrow or a slight curling of lips
from then on, it all goes downhill
literally
soon, it becomes very clear that MC wasn´t the only one holding back
in other words: it´s a mess (down there)
literally
Tanya is nothing if not thorough in everything she does
especially when she does MC
our girl´s gonna have a sore throat by the time Tanya´s done
which-
...MC won´t last a minute, it has to be said
(who can blame her?)
and Tanya will be very pleased indeed
challenge completed
Kate Denali
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no fr, it´s exactly that gif
like-
*cracks knuckles*
like Tanya, she enjoys a challenge
but unlike Tanya, she´s very vocal about it
it´s sort of a mix between encouragement and teasing
"Where´s that spirit gone, little rabbit?"
"Cmon, princezná...lemme hear how great I am..." (I had to, yall)
"Uh uh, try again..."
"You want this? *grabs her gear* Then show me..."
"Don´t make me zap you, little one..."
she lives for teasing, but she also lacks the patience for it sometimes, lol
which is why she ends up actually zapping MC more often than not
she has excellent control over it and knows exactly what she´s doing, mind you
(...she knows it a bit too well, if you ask MC)
she´ll create lil bursts then and now, their intensity depend on how impatient she is
when she´s knuckle deep in, they´re intense enough to make MC drool
and squeak
and moan
and whimper
and hiss
and mewl
and-
...mission accomplished
Irina Denali
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she´s big Mama
therefore, that wagging finger is pretty valid, I´d say
she´ll be like "uh, uh..."
"Don´t you dare hold back on me, sweet girl..."
but that´s about it when it comes to "teasing" (if one can even call it that)
because, unlike her sisters, she´s not one for showing off
this isn´t about some "challenge" either
(god, her sisters are so immature)
this is all about her baby apparently feeling tense in her presence
that absolutely won´t do
protecc mode activated
she´ll coo at MC to try and coax those sweet sounds out of her
stroking or softly squeezing her thighs and arms
placing loving kisses all over
telling her how beautiful she is
when all of that doesn´t work, she´ll resort to real talk
as she alway does
"Baby...talk to me. Let me hear that angelic voice..."
"Is there something that troubles you?"
"What can I do to make you feel more comfortable?"
"Relax, sweetheart. It´s just you and me..."
eventually, it does the trick
Irina couldn´t be prouder
"You did so well for me, maličký..."
"My good girl..."
"I´m so proud of you..."
lots of cuddles and kisses after ofc
and more cuddles
.
...I just realized-
Irina´s part kinda makes Tanya & Kate sound like selfish a-holes. LMAO. 💀
For the record:
Tanya and Kate would absolutely make sure MC feels comfortable with anything they´re doing. They just have different ways of going about it. ✌️
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Thanks for your ask! 💋
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jmagnabo92 · 10 months ago
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GGSB Fest 2024 - Quidditch
@goodgodfathersiriusblack
Prompt - Quidditch
When Sirius is freed after POA, he takes custody of Harry and plans to be Harry's biggest fan for his quidditch aspirations.
AO3
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One of Sirius’ favorite things about sneaking around Hogwarts before finally capturing the rat was watching Harry’s games that year.  So, when he finally gets freed (and custody of Harry), he immediately plans to attend all of Harry’s game, thereafter.  
Over the summer, he and Harry discuss all of his past games, which were rather interesting.  Sirius had never expected that Harry wouldn’t exactly have normal games, and he’s just grateful Harry’s survived them.
“Well, next year, I’ll be there cheering you on and making sure your games are as safe as quidditch can be.”
“You’re going to come to my games?” Harry questions, uncertainly.
“Of course I am,” Sirius states.  “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, I mean … none of the other parents come… as far as I can tell,” Harry offers.  “Just figured, it wasn’t a thing wizard parents do.”
“Well, it’s a thing I will do, you know why?” 
Harry shrugs.  
“Because I’m a Godparent, and godparents are better,” Sirius says, half teasingly.  “Now, what do you say to helping me decorate a game day shirt to wear?”
“Game day shirt?” Harry asks, confused.  
“Well, yeah.  Your biggest fan has to have a special game day shirt.”
Harry flushes, looking pleased.  “If you’re sure…”
“I am.”
***
Although Sirius had assured him that he would, in fact, come to the game, Harry wasn’t sure if he believed him or not.  
Yet, the second they walk out onto the field, Harry can’t resist looking for him and sure enough – there he is: Potter Fan Club shirt in the center of the Gryffindor section, right underneath Dean’s Potter banner.  
Sirius yells to him about knocking them dead, and Harry grins.  It doesn’t matter what he says… he’s here just to cheer him on and that means more to him than he can say.  
***
Naturally, Sirius continues going to the games (and Harry wins every one) for all of fourth and fifth year.   Then, when Harry receives his letter for year six, he gets a surprise – Quidditch Captain.
“I’m captain?” Harry asks, somewhat surprised.
“You can’t be surprised, kid,” Sirius states.  “You’ve managed to single-handedly win a game for them, you’re a natural on a broom, and a natural leader.  With most of the original team gone…”
“Yeah, but … I thought… Katie.”
“She’s a good player, but she doesn’t want to be a leader and she’s not as good as you.”
“It’s a lot of pressure… to be Captain,” Harry states, uncertainly.
“It is, but I have no doubt that you’ll do great,” Sirius states, grinning brilliantly.  “And if you want, we could talk through some strategies… maybe you could go to that training camp you’ve been eyeing overseas?”
Harry lights up.  “Really?  ‘Cause I thought you said I didn’t need it.”
“You don’t, but you did mention joining the professionals for your career and you’ve got the talent, so…”
Harry grins.  “I’d like that – all of it.”
“Then, let’s celebrate – to the new Gryffindor Captain.”
***
Sirius couldn’t prouder as he watches Harry win the Quidditch cup for the fifth year in a row, second as captain.  He’s still wearing his slightly worn ‘Number One Potter Fan’ shirt that he and Harry created the first summer they finally got to live together.  
He’s always going to be Harry’s number one fan and judging by the scout approaching him… that’s going to continue to the professional world of quidditch.  
He makes his way towards his kid, happy to see him smiling and chatting with England’s scout.  
“Oh, there he is!” Harry says, cheerfully upon spotting him.  “Pads!  This is the England Scout, Cory Feeny.  He wants to recruit me.”
Sirius grins as he offers his hand to Mr. Feeny.  “Of course he does, first Hogwarts student to play all seven years – win five years in a row, twice as Captain.  Come on, kid.  You’re a recruiter’s dream.”
Mr. Feeny laughs.  “He’s right, Mr. Potter.  Any team would be lucky to have you – so, when would you like to come and properly try out?  We’ve got an opening for seeker, and while would normally have public tryouts, if you’re interested and the rest of the team meshes with you…”
Harry looks to Sirius.  “Can I go this weekend?”
“What about N.E.W.T.s?”
“I’m ahead in most subjects and it’d only be a few hours… besides, didn’t you always say that sometimes we do better when we take breaks?”
Sirius laughs.  “Using my own words against me, alright then.  We can check it out.  Saturday.”
“Perfect, see you both then.”
***
Of course the tryout goes perfectly.  Harry fits in with the team naturally, and the offer is fairly amazing.  
Naturally, Harry’s going to take it, and Sirius is going to be his number one fan into the professional world.  
***
“Go Harry!” Sirius yells as he watches his godson in his first ever – though likely not last – Quidditch World Cup.  It’d taken a few years of a hard training and getting to the finals on more than one occasion, but Harry was nothing if not determined.  
He’s not the youngest seeker to make it – that fell to Krum, who did it while still at school – but it’s close.  Especially at only twenty-one.  
Sirius is watching him zoom on by, thrilled that he had on a new number one fan shirt (this one dedicated to England – his old one folded up and pinned to the wall as if a trophy on the living room wall).  He’s always going to be here for his kid – cheering him on win or lose (although he’s still only lost a handful of times as a professional and once as a Hogwarts player).    
Suddenly, he dives.  
He’s seen the snitch and though his fellow seeker (Krum) has seen him as well, Harry’s further ahead and gets there first.  
“AND POTTER HAS IT – ENGLAND WINS THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and Sirius is thrilled when the teams make it up to the box and he’s able to congratulate his kid in person.
“I did it!” Harry cheers as he throws his arms around him.  
“Yeah, you did!  Congrats, Kid!  Always knew you could do it.”
“Just like you’ll always be my biggest fan?”
“Always.”
“Good.”
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secondgenerationnerd · 11 months ago
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Pretty dope! How about the best archer Lian next 🏹
Ah yes the OG baby doll
Lian is the definition of “Looks like she could kill you, would kill you” to about 80% of everyone in the world. But if you’re apart of that 20%? She is the most loyal, kind hearted, funny person you will ever meet….but she also guards her heart fiercely.
Shes naturally gravitated to more Punk-grunge looks, honestly thanks to her fathers influence.
Even though it comes off more as anger as she ages, every time her mom has to leave, it breaks a part of Lian’s soul. She logically understands it, but sometimes she just really really needs her mom
She sees way more than people realize. Like most think she’s just a hot headed archer, who charges head first into a situation, but she really does watch people. She learned to trust actions, not words.
While she didn’t know about her death at nearly four years old, she does know she was kidnapped at 2 by human traffickers. She has a brand mark on the middle of her back that Jai runs his fingers over when they’re talking
Music is her escape. When her parents fought. When other legacy heroes make snide remarks about her mom, her dad, anything. When the world just felt wrong and she needed to be away from it for a while
Someone once made a comment that “No druggie ever really recovers. They’re all talk until the first minor inconvenience, then the needle—“ they didn’t get to finish. She broke their nose.
After her parents’ deaths, she does spiral into alcoholism. Whiskey is her drink of choice, because the burn is the only thing that keeps her warm. When she does start her recovery, she cuts her hair into a shaggy pixie cut and dyes it blue. So she doesn’t look like her mother as much
When all the families are together, they’ll ask her to play her guitar for them. One of her favorites is an addition to “Poet, Solider, King”, which she sing towards Mar’i.
“There will come a maiden, who is destined for a crown….she will rule as she was born, oh lay, oh lay, oh lord…oh lay, oh lay, oh lay, oh lord…she will rule as she was born, oh lay, oh lay, oh…”(https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcSAfBu/ to hear it)
She has one of those really gravelly voices, like raw and rough and so so beautiful to listen to
Her and Milagro have absolutely made out before they were dating Colin or Jai. I will not answer any questions at this time 😂
You know how parents will be like “I am raising a young lady?” Roy tells them “I’m raising a heathen and I couldn’t be prouder.”
Her mom gave her some throwing knives that she refuses to use. They’re kept sharpened and clean, but unused
If you touched her while she was pregnant, she would smack you. Jai was the only exception
Colin is her pseudo brother. All the omega parents kinda adopted him, but Roy and Lian made him family
She joins in the dnd campaigns. Her first one she had to get through a door (and was a hard naturally)…..she rolled to seduce a door and got a Nat 20. Jai, again the DM, looked utterly defeated
She drives an old Toyota Corolla, that definitely hasn’t had anything happen in the back seat, no siree
If she calls anyone else her best friend, Jai is immediately insulted. Even after they’re married with three kids
When she performs….it’s like she’s free. Nothing in the world matters except that moment. And she can command a crowd like a god
She has nicknames for every one of her teammates, all lovingly teasing.
Has openly said Jai is the only thing keeping her from being a lesbian
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nothing-to-see-hi · 3 months ago
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Everything I currently have about the siren Rhian au that I keep bothering his tag with.
Okay so, 1, sirens are typically powerful people who were cursed by other powerful people. Yes, I am basing this off of Persephone's myth.
On that note, no, they are not the bird sirens. Usually. Rhian is not a bird siren at least.
Summing up my previous post about the origins, at the end of Fall, Rhian tries to stab Rafal only to end up cursed as a siren in the middle of nowhere instead. He ends up going kinda feral and is running off of hatred by the time we catch up to him in The Camelot Years.
Hort knows. You cannot tell me that the guy who grew up on Hook's ship doesn't know about sirens. Particularly the one who has been going after the Hook family for 200-ish years.
Anyway, how we get to Rhian in the first place.
Hort, being the guy who's familiar with the sea and whatnot, tells them not to take a right at the fork because that's where a siren is and they end up taking a right at the fork anyway.
Enter the boyo
So who is on this ship? Sophie's on this ship. And what does Sophie absolutely reek of? Rafal's magic. And who does Rhian want to tear limb from limb more than anything in the world? Rafal!
A storm is conjured and the singing begins. To cut matters short, Sophie gets some nice claw marks on her face and Rhian gets blasted off the ship.
Cut to around the time where Sophie has the scims in her ears.
Twins v2. Electric Boogaloo kidnapped their uncle and tried to little mermaid him. It partially worked. Rhian's got legs again and regained a bit of himself. Bad news: the legs go away whenever he gets wet and the scims are in his throat so he can't talk, or sing, or use basically any of what little magic he has left.
Does this stop him from attempting to add a sub romance plot to what is already a subplot? No!
Enter nameless kitchen boy. Who for some reason I gave a vague family backstory. Japeth catches them making out in a closet.
Now why is Rhian in Camelot? The twins v2 want to lure out Rafal because they can't have the healing powers + wife + Aric if he's still alive
Also Rafal kept his limp and at least occasionally uses a cane because the Storian is not letting either of them go unpunished for the events of their books.
How is he alive? Idk. Idc.
Anyway at some point there is a massive battle between twins v1. in Camelot's throne room where Rhian seems to get some of his old powers back. At least temporarily.
Depending on your angst levels Rhian might die at the end of it. Or he survives and goes off to lick his wounds with his love interest. Either one.
They might vaguely appear at the ending in a crowd or something. Maybe Japeth brought his siren reinforcement in case something went wrong with the sword hunt. Idk again.
Misc.
Sophie and Rafal might have a Talk about how screwed up his entire family is.
And if there's anything he can do about her face
Rhian is used by v2. as the proper weapon he is and I could not be prouder
He also uses his undetermined relationship label guy to see what's going on around the castle
Is this all of it? No. Is it most of it? Yeah. If there are any questions they will happily be answered.
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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years ago
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wanted (epilogue)
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Colson x Original Female Character x Pete
Warnings/Content: Major fluff, kids/pregnancy, Pete & Kells being cute dads
Really short. I just couldn't help myself.
And wanted is COMPLETE!
Ten Years Later
“Can you hurry up? We’re starving,” I say teasingly as I sidle up to Colson. He’s standing over our grill, flipping burgers, but his free arm surrounds my shoulders. He sets the spatula aside and turns to face me.
“We, huh?” He asks, hand going to my swollen belly. 
“I’ve told you,” I say, looking up at him. He looks so handsome in his sunglasses, his face tan. “You and Pete make giant babies. Those fuckers make me hungry.”
Colson laughs and bends to kiss me, giving my belly a little rub. “Sorry,” he says with a smile, but I know he isn’t. I’ve never seen the boys prouder than they are of their children, running around and not yet born alike. 
I glance out at the yard where Pete has our son James in a swing, making him laugh hard, a laugh that’s identical to Colson’s, just in a higher pitch. He looks like Colson, too, blue eyes and a cheesy smile. Stick skinny. 
But Scott, James’s little brother, is just as skinny. They take after their dads. Scott is my bookworm, sitting at the table with his bony knees pulled against his chest, a book propped on top of said knees. He starts first grade in the fall and is already reading at a third grade level. I let go of Colson long enough to drop a kiss on Scott’s head, his hair brown just like Pete’s.
Each time I’ve gotten pregnant, we haven’t bothered to do a paternity test. It doesn’t matter. Colson and Pete are both the father to our children. But as the boys grew from babies to toddlers, it was pretty obvious who came from who. Not that it matters. Colson and Pete love our boys the same, a fierce, protective love that takes my breath away. 
I waddle to a chair and take a seat, running my hand over my belly. I can’t wait to see what they’ll be like with a daughter. The protectiveness is only going to get worse, even though I warned them that if they’re those misogynistic dads that won’t let their daughter date, I’ll leave their asses fast. They both assured me they’ll behave, but we’ll see what happens sixteen years from now.
“Mommy!” James is breathless as he bounds onto the deck, and I lift my three year old into my lap. 
“Hi honey,” I say, brushing back his sweaty blonde hair. 
“I’m hungry,” he says, leaning his head on my chest.
“Tell your daddy that,” I say, and just like that, James is off my lap and has an arm wrapped around Colson’s leg. 
Pete chuckles and sits beside me, his hand going to my belly. They can never keep their hands off my belly, either of them, but I don’t mind. It’s just a reminder of how lucky I am to have two dads to help me care for the kids. 
“Scotty,” I say. He peeks up above his book. “Time to eat. Put the book away for now, sweetheart.”
Scott pouts but does as he’s told, his little hand slipping an alien bookmark between the pages and setting his book on the table. Colson comes over with James on his shoulders and a platter of burgers. 
“Dinner is served,” he says, setting it down. And then, it’s the chaos of making plates for two young boys, then plates for a hungry mom and two very tall dads with big appetites. It’s a good thing Colson grilled a lot of burgers. 
The back gate swings open and both boys gasp, wriggling out of their chairs to sprint across the yard, unison squeals of “Aunt Casey!” blurted out as they run to Pete’s sister. She scoops up James and hugs Scott with her other hand. Pete’s mom is close behind with some sort of dessert, and Scott rushes to her. She bends down to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 
She comes over and kisses my cheek first, then loves on her son and son-in-law. We consider ourselves spouses even though we aren’t married. Colson fixes Casey and her mom a plate, and as they sit down, the gate opens again, and Casey and Grandma become old news as Nana, my mom, enters the backyard. More shrieks erupt as the boys bombard my mom, this time Scotty making it first to be scooped into her arms. She greets us all lovingly and sits down, Scott in her lap. James runs to Pete’s mom and climbs up into her lap, and then we all start eating.
Colson’s dad passed away five years ago. I know it’s hard for him not to have his dad around, but my mom and Pete’s mom have both taken him under their wings. He’s gained two moms in the process of falling for me and Pete. 
As we sit around, enjoying Colson’s grilling and each other’s company, I think back to that day on the couch where I was panicking about what everyone would think. I chuckle to myself when I look at us now, happier than I could’ve ever dreamed.
“What’s funny?” Colson asks, leaning in to kiss me. 
“Nothing,” I say, rubbing my hand over my belly. 
“You doing okay? Need anything?” Pete asks me.
I lean back in my chair and look around, at my babies sitting with their grandmas, spitting images of their fathers; at my two partners, tan and smiling and so happy; at the big belly that carries our daughter, not yet named. 
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, wondering how life could ever be better than this. “Nope,” I say. “Everything is perfect.”
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duckwhistle · 1 year ago
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Shadowclan and kittypets have a weird relarionship.
I've always imagined Shadowclan to be struggling non-stop. They live in an area that is already scarce of normal prey, the humidity must be unbearable in the summer, and they just keep getting hit with sickness outbreaks.
So, their clan struggles, loses cats, gets aggressive towards the other clans for resources, the clans keep denying help because "it's evil Shadowclan", they get offended and tell the other leaders to fuck off, so they keep struggling. It's a vicious cycle.
So I always imagined them as... prouder than other cats. Not in a "Riverclan boasting about how beautiful their coat is", in a more "I am so much better than these other toad-heads because I work thrice as hard and yet get shunned" way, and this mindset is just perpetuated by the cycle above.
So what do kittypets have to do with this?
Well, Shadowclan, for generations, has their borders very close to Twolegplace. And I bet they lost many, many warriors during their time, to the point that sometimes the clan was waaay too small.
So I can see a Shadowclan warrior going there to grab some food during a famine and meeting some handsome street cat, or a patrol meeting a kittypet that takes pity on them and offers a hand.
I imagine at this point, half of Shadowclan (if not more) has kittypet blood in some way. But they'd be the disgrace of the Clans to admit so, and so it is kept hush-hush, and of course, used as leverage.
"Your littermate must be more kittypet than you, since they keep lazing about and sharing tongues."
"No, you may not be a Medicine Cat, your ancestors do not reside in the stars."
"I'm telling you, I can see that your kits look nothing like their parent, shut up before I make it real obvious to them too."
Silverflame joined only after hearing her youngest daughter Brightflower, who left their home not long before, was kitting. Archeye ran out of a hoarder's house and sought refuge. Nobody knows who Dawncloud's partner was, but she hung around Twolegdens a bit too much during her apprenticeship. Raggedstar killed his own father to bury that secret. Foxheart and Lizardstripe both ran away from their owner when they got big dogs.
It's an open secret, but the Clan is tired of hiding it, they do not want to be ashamed at the very least of where they actually belong.
So when Brokenstar begins to cast away some cats, he starts with the elders, considered useless in a preyless Leaf-fall. But then more and more are sent away, citing their kittypet blood as part of it. He sends into battle kits to see if they are truly more than their cursed blood. He claims land and drives out Windclan, pushing his cats further away from the town. He realized that there are few apprentices, and he has to act fast...
But he needs Clan blood, not kittypet blood. But the Clan does not always matter...
When he is overthrown, many cats could take the leadership role. Nightpelt was a popular choice for sure, he'd been the leader of all the elders and had immediately begun to rebuild camp as soon as Brokenstar was out. But deep down, maybe a lot of the cats, when choosing him, know that he comes from a line of purist cats, who never once intermingled with Kittypets... as far as they know.
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deltaclaws · 2 years ago
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Writing Scraps- Creature’s Comfort
I’ve found as I’ve started writing again that I go through two different openings before finding one that sticks, and I keep those on the doc in case I liked the previous one better.
Because I think these things are neat and it’s not quite the same as posting a sketch dump, I’m gonna share the stuff I don’t use and label them Writing Scraps for easier reference. With that, here’s two intros for an upcoming fic that I didn’t like as much but thought they’d be fun to share.
Opening #1-
Sun Wukong had seen sick mortals before. Seen sick immortals too- he himself had been severely under the weather several times in his very long life. The king could tell when a cold was from natural causes or a curse inflicted on somebody. Sun Wukong had also had front row seats for sicknesses that, to this day, leave him wanting to drag his eyes through dirt as some sort of solace to the disgusting images burned into his brain.
A thought that had only crossed his mind once in the past year was what would happen if his successor-turned-kid got ill, and that potentially disastrous line of intrusive thoughts only came about because MK told him of the cursed meatballs he ate when Wukong was away.
“So, did you actually win anything, or was that stunt purely for bragging rights?” he drawled as he leaned against a recently pulverized rock, one eyebrow quirked in a way that said 'This is hilarious and I am never letting you forget it’.
MK tapped his staff down firmly and squared up his shoulders, looking prouder than he had any right to be. “Well I had to set a new record!” he stated, before the proud stance melted into a more humbled slouch, and his student brought his hand up to rub the side of his face sheepishly. “Definitely not worth the city-shaking hiccups, or making Sandy go on a conveniently timed quest for the cure…”
Opening #2-
Sun Wukong liked keeping the technology he used limited. Not for any “The good old days were better” reasons, because indoor plumbing, WiFi, and video games are easily in his Top 5 list of best innovations and no one will ever pry those from his cold, stone hands.
It was strictly for his privacy. His lawyer had to fight him literally tooth and nail to get another computer- too many instances of people finding his one and only personal email years back had led to some very interesting letters. Letters that some lower deities would consider curses to the eyes for their content.
Because no, Sun Wukong will not be sending pictures of any kind to anyone, he will not look at any pictures his weirder fans send him, and he’d prefer to be stewed alive before he read another story that shared waaaay too much personal information.
Even with those very good reasons presented in a very professional manner to his lawyer, he was shot down.
“Handwritten letters from your Fortress of Solitude take ages to get here Wukong. I’m tired of playing Heavenly Messenger to get your approval for these licenses, Wukong.”. While he could’ve argued with that, after getting a new laptop and seeing how fast communication had gotten with computers, he conceded that it was a solid investment alone for getting his lawyer off his back. Now he just needed to answer those emails.
A laptop, a TV, and a gaming console were all he wanted. It was simple! Three easy outlets to enjoy the near infinite library of digital media, and an avenue for his contacts to message him and be promptly ignored.
Then MK became a part of his life again, almost two years went by, and now he had a phone. Arguments of ‘It’s helpful! We can contact each other without using monkey mind powers! I can send you all my favorite memes!’ wore him down faster than anything. Possibly because the kid also used the underhanded move of the puppy dog face combined with a little guilt tripping. Just dusted on top, like some guilty sugar.
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poke-admin-showdown · 2 years ago
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QUARTER FINALS ANALYSIS: HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN (To no one's suprise but perhaps some dissapointment)
Round three of voting has concluded, which means it's time for another roundup!
This round has proceeded (mostly, I'll get to that) as expected. Our four highest seeds remain in a dominant position, neatly winning the polls as expected.... Except they haven't. Not all of em.
Plumeria Vs Mela, while I think realistically if these two met they'd get on great, is signalling the final downfall of Mela. I'll be honest, I never expected her to get this far. She can barely walk in those boots, and we expected them to be her downfall. However she's put up a respectable battle, taking out Saturn (unsuprising) and her friend, Atticus (sad, and unexpected), and after that it only seems to make sense that Plumeria would defeat her. They are pretty similar! Only Plumeria is older, more experienced, and can actually move freely.
Mars vs Eri sees the defeat of another of our beloved red-haired, bobbed competators. Mars has been almost universally agreed to be batshit, beating tough opponents (okay, only one tough opponent) through sheer violent force of will. Taking down a Rocket Executive (a literal mobster) is no mean feat, and although she's finally met her match in Eri, she should be proud to have gotten this far. However, Eri does have every advantage on Mars, size, strength, practise, and so she, unsuprisingly, takes the win.
And now here's the upset. In our closest poll, Courtney is taking the win over (one of) the Shadow Triad! This is, to say the very least, unexpected. Who would win, one literal actual ninja with Powers and... dubious morals, or one Violence Admin? The answer may suprise you! Not that I'm complaining, we are clearly fans of Courtney, and I am more than happy to see Team Magma continue to be reprisented. This makes Courtney the only standing competator to not have some kind of background in fighting, given that Plumeria is in a gang, Matt is a pirate, and Eri is a wrestler. Courtney is also the last evil team scientist standing, and honestly I couldn't be any prouder. This poll is proving that she is well and truly built different.
And finally, in a shockingly close poll, Jupiter's reign comes to an end. I'll confess, I was as hopeful for a Jupitersweep as much as a lot of other people, because despite not exactly being correct, it would be really funny. However, in a turn of events that suprises no one, Matt takes the win. o7 Jupiter, you had a good run. We're all proud of you.
This round sees the elimination of Team Galactic and Team Plasma. Team Galactic was the team to have the most members go the furthest, since 2/3 of its competators made it to this point! Although this is partially because they had more competators to begin with.
Which takes us into the Semifinals, with four different teams remaining, one for each competator! Team Magma, Team Aqua, Team Star, and Team Skull. Most impressive is probably Team Skull, since every other team with only one competator has been knocked out by this point.
Matt vs Courtney. Eri vs Plumeria.
One of those is just the plot of gen 3. I honestly could not tell you how these polls will swing. I believe in all our competators! Fucking KILL!!!!!!!
And now, time for some tags/comments on this last round that made me laugh.
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(All via @/txttabloid on various polls)
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(Via @/sinnohsimp and @/honchkrow2017. Sorry Jupitersweep nation I was right there with you)
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getinthehandbasket · 1 year ago
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I'm an elder millennial, raised by a younger Boomer. My grandmother was DEEPLY traumatized, and I could tell both by how she acted and how my mother was raised by her - and a little bit by how my mom acted but (luckily) tried to fix in therapy. My grandmother was the daughter of a coal miner during the Depression. Not just a coal miner, but an Irish immigrant to rural Pennsylvania. If you're unaware of the anti-Irish sentiment still prevalent in the early 20th century, please consider this your notice. My grandmother was born in the 1920s, at home. She watched the bank try to repossess her family's house, amongst other traumas. Her brother went on to be a Catholic priest. Oh, did I mention that up until my generation, everyone in that side of my family was raised Irish Catholic? No? Well. Yeah. That adds to it. My grandmother was a woman who experienced DEEP trauma from childhood through her young adulthood. She married and had children and forced her children through religious trauma as well as the bullshit that having the kind of trauma she already had does to kids the person with the trauma is raising. THEN her husband cheated on her and left her. My mother "ran away" (married my dad) to escape. And when I mean escape, I MEAN it. My grandmother was verbally abusive even before the divorce - one prime example in my family lore is the time my gma forgot to secure the lid on something she was shaking, ended up flinging it around the kitchen, then called my mother from her room where she was doing homework to tell my mother "now look what you made me do!" She got worse as she got older and held on to her anger instead of going to therapy and/or letting it go. I never questioned it when she called me her "little monster" and yanked my hair to brush it, told me she'd give me something to cry about when she was causing me intense pain, etc.. She did a lot of dramatic things for attention; I'm assuming that's what she had to do growing up in order to get the things she needed. When she died my mother found $10k in bills physically stashed around her house, shoved into purses in the back of closets, etc. I'm very lucky that my mother decided to go to therapy when my parents split while I was a child. That's not to say she didn't raise me as the traumatized child of traumatized parents. (Let's not talk about her father, but suffice to say he was in foster homes and lied about his age to escape to the military.) But she did her best and demonstrated that it's okay to get therapy and try to get better. Now I, as an adult, am childfree because that's one of the ways I am breaking some really fucked up generational curses in my family. (I haven't even touched my dad's side.. which is also pretty fucked up.) I go to therapy, even when I don't know what to talk about. I read everything I can about psychology, trying to heal myself outside of the one hour every two or three weeks I see my therapist. I can pinpoint where some of the behavior and ingrained attitudes come from. I'm incredibly hopeful watching my generation, some gen x, and most of the younger generations move past the century(ies?) of trauma passed down in their families. I'm so proud of everyone who says "no more." I'm even prouder when older generations get therapy and start healing themselves. Anyway. I don't even know what I was going to say, other than to lay out just one branch of my family's generational trauma and curses. I know what I'm fighting against. I know what so many people my age and younger are fighting against. I'm so hopeful that as we heal we will raise future generations without our own traumas and curses (which is not to say we won't fuck them up in different ways, because that's just human nature), and as the generations heal they can help fix the world. We can help fix the world. That is, if it's not too late by the time we can get any fixing done. I have to keep hope that it won't be too late.
I mean, we knew, but it's nice to hear so succinctly
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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years ago
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Headcanons for dating Legolas SFW + NSFW...
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He's such a gentleman. He's very aware of your boundaries and certain lines so he doesn't do anything to overstep or push you. He's very respectful of you and it makes you feel really safe knowing that he's so careful and respectful of you and your boundaries.
Legolas is so completely and wholly in love with you. Everything you do, he just looks at you with a smile and so much awe in his eyes. Even the simplest things he's proud of you for and celebrates you all the time. He knows that he got lucky with you and he is so appreciative and just so in love with you.
"My words cannot express how deeply my heart craves you, my love. For always and for eternity, I am yours."
He's not shy of PDA, even around his father. He's grown out of the grasp that his father holds on him, though he's not full on PDA, but rather soft touches, a kiss to the knuckles, a kiss to the temple, a caress of the cheek.
He helps you to train, sparring with you and helping you to be more skilled with certain weapons or techniques. He never judges you for your skill level or your fitness level, he's so encouraging and he gets so proud when you learn something new or perfect something.
He's a fast learner so he spends time exploring your body, kissing and touching every inch of you to know which ones make you react the most and he learns from that. He learns what makes you orgasm fast, he learns what turns you on, he learns what you love. He knows you better than you know yourself.
His love language is touch. He loves when you touch him. If he had his way, the pair of you would never stop touching. It doesn't even have to be in a sexual way. A simple linking of arms, a peck on the cheek, a brush of his hair would have him melting.
He loves when you touch him in a sexual way too, obviously. He loves the way you admire him, touching his body and praising him. He loves to know how much you love him and his body. He's very into being praised.
He loves when you play with his hair. There's nothing more relaxing to him than being in the arms of the person he loves and having them play with his hair. He would let you braid it, adding a little charm or bead to remind him of you.
He is your biggest supporter in everything that you do no matter how hard or bleak it looks. He always believes in you and tells you as much. If things get hard, he's the one who advises you, helps guide you to your desired outcome and supports you always. When you achieve what you wanted, he couldn't be prouder.
He worships the very ground that you walk on. He'll spend hours proving to you how beautiful and how perfect you are. He absolutely worships your body, praising you, telling you how beautiful you are.
He's protective of you, as any significant other would be, but he knows that you can handle yourself. He'll intervene if necessary and if things are too much but if he knows you can handle it, he'll stand back and watch with a proud smile.
You can talk to him about anything. You know that he won't judge you, he won't think any less of you, all he wants is for you to be okay so he'll listen intently on anything you have to say and then if you want advice, he'll offer you some, if you just want him to listen, he'll just listen.
Legolas loves cuddling and snuggling with you in bed. He loves to hold you, loves to have your body pressed against him, he loves knowing that you're there next to him. He always lets you fall asleep first, he likes knowing that you're sound asleep before he too falls asleep wrapped in your warmth.
He loves to kiss you. He could kiss you for hours. He finds it so sensual and intimate and he loves how soft your lips are. He would caress your body, your face as you kiss, pulling you close against him.
Usually, Legolas makes love to you, he's very into intimate, sensual sex which is slow, deep and passionate. He loves to kiss you as you have sex, loves to pepper kisses all over your body, he finds nothing sexier than the way you look at him as he's deep inside you.
He loves you body, no matter the size or shape. He adores every single thing about you. If you're ever feeling low or self-conscious, he's always there to prove how beautiful you are to him. He'll massage and kiss all of you, whispering words of praise against your bare skin. He's also the biggest hype man, hyping you up each time he sees your chosen outfit for that day.
He loves when the two of you take a hot bath together, washing each others bodies and hair. It doesn't need to be sexual, though that can happen too, but it's just so sensual and intimate and Legolas's favourite thing is to have those intimate and special moments with you.
He whispers Elvish against your body and in your ear as he's inside you. He knows how much it drives you crazy so he'll do it to tease you and make you orgasm that little bit harder.
He's a very generous lover, making you reach your high multiple times before he even thinks about getting off himself.
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