#a lot of the hate thrown our way is thrown to them as well

[jubjubbird]

holy fuck finally someone says it

the queer people, in my experience, have been equal to or often much worse than non-queer people when it comes to conversations on religion, especially regarding judaism and islam.

the anti-religious stance held by many queer people is one of the primary factor i’ve noticed in this, with the other being assimilation into culturally christian identities.

i could talk on about this, but i want to emphasize that the criticism of christianity in the queer community often gets projected onto all religions, enabling antisemitic and islamophobic remarks to occur incredibly often.

Jewish queer people deserve to be safe in queer spaces.

[little-diable]

Cocky Tornado Wrangler – Tyler Owens (smut)

Finally watching Twisters tonight. My poor aunt who has to listen to me gush about our husband. Thank you so much for the love on my other Tyler fic, I hope y'all will love this just as much. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: There are many things (y/n) would prefer to having to share a room with the man she hates. But does she really hate him? Or will the bed they share be enough to push them closer together?

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), piv, enemies to lovers, lots of teasing

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3.8k words)

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Her voice dripped with exhaustion, eyes tired and ready to flutter shut any moment now. But fuck, she couldn’t give in just yet, had to fight yet another battle with the self proclaimed tornado wrangler who was staring down at her with his signature smirk glued to his lips.

The smirk he wore in every video of his. Videos she watched whenever they were uploaded to his channel. Not that she’d ever tell Tyler that. And god forbid he’d ever stumble upon the saved favourites she watched in moments where she needed distraction from everything but him. 

“Well, seems like your prayers were answered, pretty. An EF4 and now we get to share a room, certainly feels like we’re even closer to heaven now, doesn’t it?” Tyler’s hand found her waist to give it a soft squeeze before he gently pushed her further into the motel room. It had been an exhausting day, filled with adrenaline highs as they chased tornadoes until the late evening. Even though they had been mesmerised by the beautiful disaster, they were now forced to stay in one of the close towns, cut off from the highway heading home. 

“I can take the couch.” She had her eyes set on the rather worn out couch which had been pushed against one of the walls that were painted in a faded out pink colour. The whole room made her feel like she was back at her grandparents home, letting an almost melancholic feeling settle in the pit of her stomach. 

“You sure you don’t wanna share? The bed’s big enough, or I could take the couch.” Tyler hung up his still wet hat before placing his bag down on the bed. (Y/n) watched him take in the room, giving her a few seconds to curse him for wearing a white shirt that now clung to his muscular upper body. His back muscles were shining through the wet fabric, letting her get lost in the thoughts of how it must feel to brush her nails along his soft skin. Thoughts that shot heat straight down to her core, knowing that she’d have to take care of that cursed longing in the shower. 

“In your dreams, Owens, and we both know you won’t fit on that couch.” His raspy laugh left her grinning, unable to stop her tired face from reacting to the man (y/n) claimed she hated and yet needed to feel close at any given chance. 

“Trust me, baby, my dreams are all about sharing a bed with you and so much more.” With a wink thrown her way, Tyler plopped down on the bed. He studied her for a moment, taking in her wet frame while his tongue kissed his teeth and his muscular arms were locked behind his head. She needed to get out of here, needed to find shelter in the warm shower before her body would do something she couldn’t stop it from doing. 

“I’ll grab a quick shower.” (Y/n) didn’t wait for his reply, darting for the bathroom that was just big enough for her to let go of a deep breath. 

She hated that she had dreamt of moments like these, wondering how it may play out with Tyler by her side, having to share a bed while the world outside was ending. And all they’d have eyes for would be one another, no matter how many tornadoes called for them. 

Within seconds, (y/n) had shuffled out of her wet clothes only to step into the small shower. She couldn’t stop her soft moan from leaving her as the warm water cascaded down her back as if it were hugging her. The silence she was now offered forced her thoughts back to the longing she couldn’t shake, the need to take care of the pulsing between her thighs that grew stronger with every passing moment. 

Her fingers moved quickly, knowing that she didn’t have much time before Tyler would disturb her peace, desperate for a shower himself. With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) let her fingers circle her pulsing bundle, imaging Tyler’s fingers instead of her own. 

Would he touch her with the same kind of urgency? Would he draw the same moans from her she oh so desperately wanted to give in to? No, he wouldn’t. He’d make her feel things she had never felt before, clashing through her like a tornado stronger than she had ever been fortunate enough to study. Tyler Owens was her own personal disaster and she was close to letting him rip her off her feet, close to allowing him to have his way with her without being able to protest. 

“Fuck,” the word rolled off her tongue all too quickly, knowing that she was already close to giving in to her high. (Y/n) didn’t pay the ache in her forearm any mind, didn’t worry about the way her fingers begged her to move slower, all she was focused on were her thoughts that painted a picture of Tyler and the way he’d touch her.

And with her head rolled back and her lips tightly pressed together, she came. (Y/n) let her orgasm wash through her, rubbing her pulsing bundle a few more times before her tired body found its way out of the shower.

It took her a second to realise that she hadn’t taken any clean clothes with her, drawing yet another exhausted groan from her. Carefully, she opened the door, hiding behind her towel while her eyes found Tyler’s frame. No longer was he wearing his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to her eyes which tried to burn every inch of his naked skin into her mind. 

“Tyler,” her soft voice drew his eyes from his phone. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

She expected a snarky comment, anything to tease her and rile her up some more, but Tyler stayed quiet, eyes focused on the parts of her body that weren’t covered by the door or her towel. (Y/n) could have sworn that he had swallowed heavily first before rising to his feet to reach for his bag. His eyes stayed glued to her while he reached a shirt out for her to take, letting his fingers brush against hers for a moment. 

It was cheesy almost, the buzz of lighting striking her at the small contact. A touch so small and yet so significant, her mind would probably think of it for days and nights to come.

With a small “thank you” rolling off her tongue, (y/n) stepped back into the bathroom to put on the shirt, grateful that it was long enough to cover her panties. Trembling legs carried her back into the room, not daring to look at Tyler, whose eyes she felt on her frame. No words were spoken between them as he pushed past her into the bathroom, allowing (y/n) to deeply exhale the second she was left alone once again. 

……

The moments after Tyler had returned from the shower, wearing nothing but boxers that clung to his body just as tightly as his wet shirt had, had been filled with a tight atmosphere. Barely any words had been shared between them, not as she had made herself comfortable on the couch, not as he had turned off the light while stretching out on the bed.

She had turned her back to him to stop her eyes from wandering, knowing that no matter how tired she was, her mind wouldn’t let her rest. Not when he was so close to her. Not when she heard his uneven breaths that told her he was still awake. Not when she could easily move closer to feel him pressed against her. 

What was he thinking of? Was he still riled up by today’s chase? Or was he also thinking of those moments where he had passed his shirt to her? 

Even though she begged her body to stay calm, to not move back towards him, she lost the fight within seconds. Her front was turned towards him, letting her eyes rest on the parts of his body that weren’t hidden by the blanket, making her awfully aware of how close he was to her. 

This was unusual for them, quiet moments where neither spoke, where no teasing or bickering could be heard. Nothing but the breaths both let go of while he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling and she wasn't strong enough to look away from him just yet.

“I can feel you staring, pretty.” Tyler rolled his head towards her, eyes meeting (y/n)’s like lightning striking a tree, buzzing straight through it to set it ablaze. “What’s going on in that confusing mind of yours?”

“Just because you’re not smart enough to understand my thoughts it doesn’t mean my mind’s confusing.” The words had left her all too quickly, drawing a gritty laugh from Tyler. A sound she loved hearing, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. A sound that left her smiling the second her ears were fortunate enough to hear it. 

“You wound me. I’d say we’re a pretty good team when it comes to understanding your plans.” Heat spread through every part of her body, a heat she was all too used to by now but still didn’t know how to work with. She rolled her eyes at Tyler before refocusing on his handsome features, taking in every part of the face she knew like the back of her hand. 

Her breath hitched in her chest as he lifted the blanket, patting the spot next to him, “Come up here, I don’t need you complaining about back pain tomorrow.”

(Y/n)’s body moved without holding back, crawling to the spot next to him as if she had done this numerous times before. It felt awfully right to lay next to him, to feel Tyler’s arm slowly wrap around her middle to cage her against his chest. 

“Do you remember the first time we chased together?” She tried to stop her hand from moving as he spoke, she really did. But yet (y/n) miserably failed, unable to keep away from his soft skin any longer, needing to feel it beneath her wandering fingers as she traced slow patterns on the skin of his warm chest. 

“I wanted to break your nose that day, god, you were even cockier back then. Do you still think people instantly recognise you when you meet them?” He shook his head with a smirk playing on his lips, tightening his grip on (y/n) as she shuffled even closer. That day was replaying in her mind every now and then, remembering how he had misjudged her for a fangirl, expecting her to almost faint when shaking his hand. And yet she hadn’t known much about him, had never watched any of his videos before that day. Something Tyler hadn’t taken as lightly as he should have, turning into the cocky asshole she had cursed for the past months.

“I no longer care about that, only worry about impressing you, pretty.” He pressed a kiss to her hairline before he let his eyes flicker back to the ceiling. His sharp jawline was exposed to her wandering eyes, making (y/n) awfully aware of how easily she could kiss him right now. It took everything in her not to move, to hold still as her heart picked up its beat. Whatever it was that had urged her on to fight against him these past months, it was now gone, leaving her unable to fight back and in need of something more. 

“We both know that’s a lie, Owens. All you worry about is tornadoes and busty women who ask you to sign their cleavages.” Her laugh was mixed with his as he let his gaze find hers again while squeezing her side. She fought against his grip, hating that he had found her most ticklish spot that made her toss and turn against him. Tyler seemed to enjoy the sight, letting his fingers find the spot again while shifting her around to hover over (y/n). With one hand pressed to the pillow and his knees caging in her right thigh, he left her no room to move away from him. 

“Do I hear jealousy?” His eyes wandered over her face, focusing on her lips as she fought against the need to look away. “You know there’s no need to be jealous, pretty. All you gotta do is give in and stop fighting our bond.” 

A sharp reply was burning on her tongue, and yet her body managed to win the fight, letting her fingers find the back of Tyler’s neck to pull him in for a soft kiss. He instantly replied to the touch, adding more pressure to the kiss with his body shuffling closer. It felt as if they were burning, tied together like two matches setting a petrol station ablaze, ready to alight the darkening night. 

With every swipe of his tongue, with every moan rumbling through them, it set in further that this was finally happening, that they were finally crossing that last bridge. No longer was she set on fighting it, purely focused on Tyler’s touch and the need to feel him as close as humanly possible. 

“Talk to me, baby, what do you want?” Her mind was torn between the kisses they kept sharing and the feeling of him growing against her thigh, telling (y/n) that he needed and wanted this as much as she did. Her fingers combed through his hair, letting her nails scratch his skin with just enough pressure to leave him tingling in excitement. 

“Everything, I want all of you, Tyler.” Hours ago she would have cursed herself for giving in so easily, for admitting that insatiable hunger she had felt for months now. But she no longer found it in herself to care, could no longer shy away from having whatever Tyler was about to offer her. Her words drew a groan from the tall tornado wrangler who kissed his way down her throat while shifting his weight onto his knees. They held eye contact as his hands disappeared beneath the shirt of his she was wearing, finding their way straight to her chest. 

“Fuck, feels like you were made for me, every part of you.” His praises sank in like a ship hitting the ocean ground, sinking lower with every passing second, forever resting on the ground like the praises he spoke to her. Forever etched into her mind. Forever remembering the way they made her feel lightheaded and giddy. 

Urgently he pulled the shirt over her head, set on exposing her body to his hungry eyes. Tyler let go of another groan as he looked down at her, making a silent promise that he’d have to take a picture of her in that position one of these days. He dipped his head down to  suck on her nipples, making her moan for him while she spread her thighs for him. His core met hers, leaving both breathless as his clothed cock rubbed against her clothed heat – a feeling so intense, it only urged Tyler on to move further down her body. 

“Will you let me taste you, pretty?” Only a breathless “Please” left (y/n), drawing a smirk to his lips. She watched his eyes light up as he pushed her panties down her legs, looking like he was marvelling at art – art so mesmerising he couldn’t stop staring. 

“Let me make you feel good, baby.” Those were the last words Tyler spoke before his tongue brushed her folds, drawing a moan from the both of them. His arms wove their way around her thighs, keeping her pressed to him as he ate her out like a starving man, high on her taste and the sounds she made for him. 

Nothing but moans managed to leave (y/n), getting lost in the feeling of Tyler sucking on her pulsing bundle, while he pushed two fingers into her – doing just what she had imagined him doing in the shower a while ago. He instantly managed to find that spot that made her see stars as he pressed down on it with his fingers, forcing (y/n) to choke on her sounds.

“Oh god, Tyler,” he chuckled against her skin, letting the sound vibrate through every part of her. From the corner of his eyes he could see her fist the covers with her free hand, the one that wasn’t buried in his hair, telling him that she was already close. And yet Tyler knew that he’d pull away soon, wanting to feel her cum around his cock like he had imagined her doing the past months. 

Tyler had worked hard for her attention, knowing that he had fucked it up the first time they had met. She had instantly managed to push him off his high horse, bruising his ego with her sharp words he could still recite today. And yet it had only made him desperate for more, set on pulling her closer like no other woman before her. 

“I could die a happy death between your thighs, pretty, but I need to fuck you now.” The dazy look she shot him made him feel proud, knowing that she had been about to cum on his tongue. She didn’t reply, at least not with words, with nothing but a whine did she pull him towards her for another kiss. He shuffled out of his boxers, freeing his twitching cock with a few movements. 

“Let me grab a condom.” He left her side for a moment, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts which were all over the place. And yet she couldn’t carry about anything but the need to feel him buried inside of her, knowing that once she knew what it feels like to have him so close, she’d never be able to let him go again. A thought that left her torn between excitement and anxiety, unsure what was awaiting them. 

“Do you still want this? We don’t have to do this if you’re unsure, (y/n).” Tyler’s whispers ripped her out of her spiralling thoughts. She shook her head at him before pulling back in, focused on his handsome face, mustering every spot she could blindly find. 

“I want this, want you.” That’s all he needed to hear before aligning himself with her heat and slowly pushing into her. With his forehead pressed against hers, both needed a moment to adjust, not expecting to feel this, unable to put the sensation into any words that would make sense to their minds. It felt like they had been made for one another, made solemnly for this moment that felt as if the world had spinning, thrown off its path. 

“Move, please, Ty’.” He instantly gave in, pulling out of her only to push in with more strength. Their bodies met with every ferocious thrust, sending bolts of electricity down her spine. She arched her back off the mattress, needing to be even closer to him while he kept burying himself inside of her. 

Blood rushed in her ears, drowning everything out but the sounds Tyler made, sounds so raspy and deep she feared it was another tornado growing in the distance, guttural sounds which left her walls fluttering around his cock. Her fingernails scratched at his shoulder, set on leaving red marks that wouldn’t fade for days, claiming him in the most primal way she could come up with at that moment. 

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you like that for the rest of my life.” The words roll off his tongue just like that. There was no way he could stop them from leaving him. And for the first time in minutes she finds herself ripped out of her state, staring up at him with wide eyes. But Tyler doesn’t say another word, all he does is study her while fucking her closer to the edge. 

“Do you mean that?” She struggled to speak, needing to ground herself before choking on her words. Their eyes kept holding contact, even as he nodded his head while watching a smile grow on her slightly swollen lips. “Good, I don’t want you to let me go again, Owens.”

He took the words as a challenge, adding even more pressure to his thrusts to throw (y/n) back into her dazed state. With his fingers circling her pulsing bundle, he knew that it was only a matter of moments before she’d cum around his cock, allowing him to take in the most beautiful sight he’d ever be fortunate enough to see. 

His name left (y/n) one last time before falling off the edge. His hips kept meeting hers, fucking her through her high while feeling his own crawling closer. She clung to him, murmuring his name like her own personal mantra as he followed her, letting go with a groan she’d forever remember.

It took both a moment to move again, for him to pull out of her and to get rid of the condom and for her to slightly shift around on the mattress, watching his every move with her weight balanced on her forearms. Tyler found his way back to her within seconds, hovering over her to press another kiss to the lips he’d never get tired of kissing. 

“Are you okay?” His whispers left (y/n) grinning, nodding against his lips while another wave of euphoria swapped through her. 

“More than.” Unspoken feelings were hanging heavily in the air, knowing that both would have to address them rather soon, but all they did was look at one another, marvelling at the person they never wanted to let go of again. “Thank you for this.”

“Nothing to thank me for, pretty. And hell, I’m not even close to being finished with you tonight.”

[11hedonistic]

Astrology Observations 🌴

air venus/air mars are usually the type of people to fall for the friends or find nothing wrong with having a fwb (friend with benefits)

venus touching the ascendant (no matter the aspect) can manifest a beautiful appearance (same with mars but with mars, i would say this gives more of a sex appeal vibe)

scorpio moon/mars definitely wins the title for holding grudges the longest/being the most unforgivable if you cross them

i realized that a lot of aries mercury people don’t really think before they speak😂

taurus mercury people are those type of people to repeat what they already said just to make sure everyone understood

my gemini mercury people.. i know how hard it is for you to stay focused. you’re doing great reading this sweetie

cancer mercury people have craaazy intuition

if you’re looking for someone to tell a good story, find you a leo mercury!! these people are such good story tellers 😂

virgo mercury people can be brutally honest people when giving advice, which can hurt people in the process but that’s not their intention most of the time!

if you need a mediator during an argument, find u a libra mercury. they’re always looking at both sides of an argument

scorpio mercury people can become very rude/disrespectful if they feel annoyed or bothered. especially if they have sag/cap placements.. scary

sagittarius mercury people almost always come off as too blunt

capricorn mercury people, how often are you put in leadership positions? 🤔

aquarius mercury people and their way of coming up with ideas no one else could think of >>

pisces mercury people.. you and that imagination of yours. always in your head. i know you enjoy living in your imagination dont you (my neptune 3rd house can relate so you’re not alone lol)

taurus moon + scorpio venus lovers >>

the best omg this guy that im talking to right now has this combo and he’s always spoiling me with gifts, mind you we’re not even dating 😂 and they’re SO observant. like i play my music around him sometimes and yesterday he literally surprised me with a playlist of my favorite songs & his favorite songs (he’s moving away so he made it for me to listen while he’s gone when i miss him 💔) but wow. if you want real love, these people are it

pluto 4th house people.. how’s your family/home life?

pluto 1st house people.. how many times has it felt like you killed your old self just to make a new one? coming back stronger and stronger each time of course

im soo tired of this gemini venus slander and saying WE CHEAT! we dont cheat we just lose interest fast if you’re boring or fail to keep our brains stimulated. just dont be monotone/boring, make us laugh & we’ll be willing to work on the connection 😁 its also just that we dont really deal well with a bunch of intense emotions being thrown at us. give us time

capricorn moon people.. are you ok? and dont lie to me

scorpio suns.. how is your relationship with your father?

i saw someone say how saturn in 1st house people hate the inverted filter & they were nott wrong. my sister has this placement and she despises it. always picking at every single flaw she has whole time she looks fine lol

[bobbinalong]

So, they age down Jon Kent. And then ... what?

Jon Kent's age-up is such a controversial decision, it needs no introduction. A lot of people still desperately want it to be reversed and usually, I'm quick to judge that idea, because even when I was still all for an age-down myself, I wasn't thinking even a minute past that.

Eleven-year-old Jon Kent was adorable and bright-eyed and I missed that adorable kid but let's be very honest, there wasn't too much depth to him. He was just ... a kid. And that was his appeal to me but that's not something you can draw a million stories from, it's quite a finite well of ideas.

But ... that's my opinion. My view point is limited to myself. So, with this post, I'm genuinely asking: And then what? What could they possibly do with an aged-down Jon they couldn't do with a 17/18-year-old Jon.

Under the cut I'll be looking at some of the ideas I've seen thrown around for this age-down but you can easily ignore that, it's just me ... rambling.

Just tell me why you think Jon should be aged-down (and I promise not to be a dick in response for once), because that's what this post is for, that's what I want to know. I'm curious.

Now:

"They stole Jon's childhood. I wanted to see him grow up."

This one, I sorta understand, because this is where I was coming from. These days, I'm more ... "eh" on it. Jon still grew up. He didn't skip a couple years, he lived all that. He says it himself:

(Superman (2018) #8)

So the solution to this seems easy. Give us Superboy: The Lost Years or something along those lines. Let us see him grow up. Retcon it a little so he didn't spend the whole time in the volcano, maybe, make him have to survive on Earth-3 after escaping.

That's not the childhood the people making this point mean and I get that but it's the childhood he's got. We don't know what would've happened if Bendis hadn't come along, you might've hated that just as much.

We absolutely missed out on childhood adventures. There's nothing in the way of us still getting those; they're just gonna be a little heavier and more traumatic than Super Sons. Which brings me to my next point, actually.

"They ruined the Super Sons! Jon and Damian's age-gap is way too big now."

Jon and Damian's age-gap has always been roughly three years. It's still roughly three three years; it's just reversed now. They would've always hit an awkward point. This argument has always been very confusing to me.

"They ruined the Super Sons!" (Without mentioning the age gap.)

I don't see how, honestly. We've pretty consistently gotten Super Sons content during and after the age-up, both with ten-year-old Jon and 17-year-old Jon. They got two Maxis after Jon's age-up, they got a movie, they appear in Specials, and they're still great friends when they get to hang out at their current ages.

And then there's the current Wonder Woman backups, which frankly nail the tone of the original Super Sons run, meaning they're not for me, but like. They do exist.

So if you miss the Super Sons ... well, I think you're not looking hard enough. Because yes, they don't have an on-going anymore, but that was gonna happen, anyway, DC isn't letting anything get past 20 issues these days for some reason. Save for Poison Ivy and Batman, I guess. If DC wanted them to, they could very much still have an on-going.

"I don't want them to de-age Jon because the Jon we've been following isn't the real Jon, anyway. I want them to bring back the real Jon."

Well, this is a conspiracy theory. And I'll be honest, I don't get this one. I don't even know where to start talking about it.

Let's assume the "real Jon" is still trapped in that volcano and he's still a child. Time has still ... passed in the DC Universe. Not as much as in ours, but he's been trapped there for, what, at least a year? So you're not even undoing anything.

This is on me for never looking for never following through on reading anyone's post who wants whatever this is to happen.

This one just seems incredibly stupid to me, I'm sorry. It's nonsense. I promised not to be a dick but it just. It just is.

You want two Jons? One of whom is ... fake? I don't get it.

So back to the beginning. They age-down Jon and then ... what? They can do all of this with current Jon just as well and probably in a more interesting way.

[starlightsuffered]

Hate Fuck

Info - enemies, hate fuck, a little cnc, clothes breaking, cocky Timothée, insults during sex, legs not working from a good fuck, unprotected sex

I was so sick of hearing all about Timothée. Timothée this and Timothée that. So he'd landed a small role in a movie. He wasn't a star or anything.

Eleanor only wanted him along because she was ga ga for him. Her brother Henry was as well. Then there was Violet, Mary, and Harry. We'd all been friends since little up. Henry and Elenor were newer to our group and had brought Timothée into it.

Timothée had been like a shiny toy to the lot of them. I used to be the one they followed and admired. I used to be the one to make them laugh. Now everything was about that bastard of a show off Timothée Chalamet.

We had all scraped our money together to go on a trip to Florida and bask in the heat and beauty. It had taken a lot of work and planning but we'd managed it. At the absolute last moment Timothée had waltzed in and asked if he could go.

Everyone had voted yes except for me. It made me so mad that I had saved for SO long to help pay and he had just grabbed a wad of bills from his pocket. I fucking hated him.

The night felt long and I never slept well in hotels. I decided that I would make use of the out door pool. Perhaps the exercise would make my anger decrease.

The whole flight I'd had to listen to Timothée talk about his time on the movie set. As he spoke Eleanor gushed. I was sat beside Henry and he kept turning back to listen and comment since he was also enamoured with Timothée.

I had a migraine by the time we landed. Timothée had also be elected to choose where we ate that night.

Apparently, since he was part French, he would have better taste than us.

It felt like he was possessing my friends and I was sick of it. At least this swim would be Timothée free. I grabbed my towel and bathing suit. I headed into the bathroom and gasped in annoyance.

I thought for sure l'd packed my new bikini. However, in my hand was my old one. They were both pink, so l must've grabbed the wrong one. This one had clips that easily fell apart and my boobs had grown a bit so that there was a worry about them falling out.

I sighed. I'd have to buy a new suit when we went shopping tomorrow. This would do for now. It wasn't as if anyone else would be out there.

I walked the cold hallways, the ac was always blasting. It was like a blanket of humidity was thrown on me as I exited the hotel. I gasped as the heat hit me. The short walk to the pool had me swearing,

I jumped into the cool water. It soothed my heat prickled skin. I felt calm under the quiet surface. I could finally forget Timothée even existed. All would be right in my world.

SPLASH!

Someone jumped into the pool. I wanted to scream. Of course my nice midnight swim had to be ruined by someone. When I came up and saw who it was I wanted to scream again.

Timothée stood there with dripping curls and a smirk. I hated that he looked godlike in this lighting. His high cheekbones and perfect bone structure. It would be a hell of a lot easier if my arch nemesis was ugly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded.

"Taking a swim," he offered as he leisurely paddled.

"It's midnight!" I shot back.

"You're here," he said blandly. I couldn't deny he was right. I put my hands on my hips and took deep breathes to calm myself.

"You know the world doesn't belong to you y/n. I can go places. I can make friends. I can come on trips. I can go swimming. I can-"

We both flinches as the clasp on my bikini top sprung open. My breasts fell out heavily. I would double D bras so there was a lot on display. Timothée's eyes were right on my nipples. I was too stunned to cover myself.

Suddenly, everything changed from slow and stagnant to fast. Timothée moved towards me. He was feeling me up and kissing me. I'd never felt such electricity. No one had handled my tits the way he did. The perfection in the way he squeezed, the way he rolled the nipples, the way he shuddered into my mouth.

"What are you doing?" l asked, but I didn't stop him.

"Kissing you, feeling you, worshiping your perfect body. It's all l've wanted to do since I first met you," he groaned. He pressed against me and I gasped. He was rock hard in his trunks and he felt big.

"Y-you hate me," I stuttered as one of his hands reached around to my ass. It all felt so good. Perhaps he deserved to brag and eloat if he could make someone feel like this.

"No, you hate me., I adore you," he professed.

"Well you're a pompous idiot, always showing off and-"

He grabbed my jaw and looked into my eyes. He looked filled with lust, like someone on the brink. He was pulling against restraints that would break any moment. Then, in the most surprising and gentle movement he leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. It left me breathless and needing more.

"Why do you think I show off?" He asked me quietly, and then his long fingers were hooked in my bottoms. "Why do you think I brag and big myself up? Why do you think I mention only my best qualities and abilities?"

"Because, ohhhhh," I cut myself off as my bottoms were pulled all the way down. His large hands left me for a moment. I knew he was pulling his dick free and I couldn't imagine why I wasn't stopping him.

"To feed your own ego. To sound important. To make everyone obsessed with you," I snapped.

"No," he shook his head. I keened when his thick head pressed at my entrance. I could tell he would hit my g spot without even trying. He was so big. My clit throbbed. I hadn't been fucked well in so long.

"For you," he said as he pushed his head in. I grabbed wildly at his biceps.

"All for you, everything I do and say is to get your attention," he said. He had his forehead pressed against mine now. We were heaving together. I nodded slightly to the question that hung in the air.

He pushed all the way inside me. I held back but his moan of gratification was almost enough to make my knees weak. I clung to him. He began to rock his hips. His huge cock was filling me again and again.

"Uh oh fuck, it's even more perfect than I imagined. Uh, uh, uh," he groaned as he slammed home again and again.

I couldn't hold back my pleasure any longer. My nails were already embedded in his skin. I was clenching my jaw so that it ached. I had to make a noise or a sound or something to express how fucking, damn, good I felt!

"I hate you," I whispered, trying out the words on my tongue.

"What's that?" He panted as he pushed deep inside me. He had me against the pool wall. His hands were greedily feeling all over me.

"I hate you," I moaned as he hit a delicious part of me.

"I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world," he whined as he attacked my neck with kisses. I grasped the nape of his neck.

"You're hideous," I responded, my eyes squeezed shut in bliss.

"Your pussy feels, fuck, like heaven," he retorted.

"I can't even tell you're inside me," I nearly cried as he slammed in. He chuckled dark and low in my ear.

The water was splashing everywhere. He was mumbling hot compliments in my ear. I couldn't help but lift my legs up and put them around him.

"Mm, mm, mm," I nearly squealed as he went at me like an animal in heat.

"Please," he gasped

"Please what?" | growled.

"P-please," he said again. He sounded like he was pleading for his life. "Let me cum inside you. You can call me any name you want, just please, can I let loose in this perfect cunt."

"I-l- oh, fuck, yes, you fucking piece of shit, cum inside me raw," | screamed.

"Oh yes!" He shouted and rammed his cock inside me so hard I was seeing stars. My world was spinning as rope after rope of cum filled me up. Then I was coming too. I was exploding with lust and desire and pleasure. I was panting and clawing and making such pathetic noises as we both erupted.

"That was.... Wow," Timothée moaned as he reluctantly pulled out. I sneered at him as best I could.

"Speak for yourself," I said as I got out. However, Timothée giggled when my legs refused to work right when I tried to walk. I glared at the idiot.

[dominos-pizza-squad]

"You're going to have to."

I don't usually write meta on account of doing my best to avoid Fandom Drama like the plague and even a hint of Star Wars meta is like a siren call to Drama but. I have Thoughts about this scene and now I'm going to share them and if you're here for anti-Mace Windu thoughts this is not the post for you my friend.

Every time I see meta or reference to this scene it's used as more 'proof' that Windu was totally the worst and we shouldn't feel at all bad about him being maimed and thrown to his death which sure is a take, and on the surface I can understand why. When you don't bother to look more into that scene it does come off as Windu being a rude bitch to a child whose dad died in front of him, which is pretty uncool.

But this is a meta post and I am here to look more into this scene. I want to start with the concept of forgiveness, because when I go, I go big. I feel like a lot of the antipathy toward this scene (and by extension toward Windu) come from the fact that again, on a surface-level reading, it looks like Windu is demanding Boba's forgiveness for Jango's death, when we all know that's not how that works. That is, in fact, a concept that to most of us is viscerally offensive- our knee-jerk reaction is something more along the lines of "screw you i resent you more now" than it is "well okay that seems reasonable". Because you can't just demand somebody's forgiveness and expect it to happen. All that is is another wrong against the person you've already wronged. It's pure conceitedness and self-interest.

It's also not what Windu was trying to say to Boba in that scene. Not even remotely, in my opinion, and I'll explain why.

Think about the way the Jedi teach, particularly the way they teach philosophical concepts- they don't simply tell their students what to think, they tell them something and then make them think about themselves. Jedi are always expected to look deeper into a lesson to see what they can get out of it, this is the way Windu's lived his whole life, of course this is the way he speaks to Boba even though Boba's not a Jedi.

It's not exactly a hot take to say that Mace Windu and Boba Fett have very different ways of approaching the world. This is important to remember, though, because it guides the way that Windu interacts with Boba in this scene. When Boba swears he's never going to forgive him, Windu looks him in the eye and says, "Well, you're going to have to." And when he says that he's not saying that as some kind of ultimatum, he's saying that as a statement of fact.

What Windu is really saying to Boba in this scene isn't "forgive me 'cuz i said so". What he's saying is "your father cannot come back, and you will have to find a way to live with that so it doesn't consume you". Because what was Boba saying when he said "I'll never forgive you"? It wasn't just "I hate you", it was "I hate you, and I hate you so much that I don't care who I destroy in the process of destroying you". Sure, he expresses regret for all of the actual human beings that died because of his actions, but he follows it up with an utter refusal to acknowledge that those actions were wrong. What he was saying was "I hate you, and I hate you so much that I don't care who I destroy in the process of destroying you, even if it's myself."

Boba has done some genuinely horrible things by this point. He's put other children's lives at risk. He's crashed a star destroyer and killed who knows how many people. Maybe he didn't shoot the injured clones himself when they went in and took their hostages, but they wouldn't have died there if it weren't for him. He is directly responsible for the death of a man whose only crime was walking through the wrong door at the wrong time. He has charged headfirst down a path of death and destruction that will spread misery everywhere he goes.

And now Windu- who has just lost all of these men, lost Ponds, nearly lost his own life to Boba's actions- is looking down at this twelve-year-old boy, and he doesn't want this for him. He so badly doesn't want this for him, but he cannot make Boba's choices. All he can do is try and tell him "this path you're on is not worth it".

Because that, in my opinion, is what he means when he says "You're going to have to." He's not saying that he's entitled to anything from Boba (because he might have killed Jango in self-defense, but his motives and intentions don't change the fact that his actions hurt Boba), he's saying that Boba has to let go of that hatred before it ruins his life.

Which is exactly what it does! What happens to Boba in the end? He continues alone down his path of hate and misery, until he gets eaten by a sarlacc and enslaved by Tuskens. He had so little, and he loses even that. And it's no one's fault but his own.

But.

But. Finally, so many years after he started down that path, he does what Windu said. Finally, he lets that anger go. Finally, he gets to become what he could have been if he hadn't let himself be consumed by his rage. And that's why I liked The Book of Boba Fett, despite its flaws, because we get to see that change. After forty-odd years of strife, Boba finally gets to be a man at peace. And that's exactly what I think Windu would have wanted.

[centuryberry]

Replanted AU

Summary: To Yishan, Sangshen is everything. So, when the doctor said that the winter weather of LoES would weaken his beloved and make her pregnancy harder than it should be, he packed his bags, left behind his title as Clan Heir, and moved somewhere warmer. It ends up being FFM.

Or: Yishan moves out of his parents' house and gets a job. Sangshen lives and reunites with her long-lost brother. Yue ends up with five parents and one annoying guy who loves her Mama very much.

Some things about this AU:

Just to preface: Yishan has little to no character development. He remains his wife-obsessed asshole self throughout the entire AU. He has no paternal bone in his body and never develops one.

Moving to the exact island where Sangshen's little brother lived was by complete accident. Yishan just wanted to take her there since he heard it was paradise.

The entire reunion was tearjerking. Macaque has a family who never stopped loving him and Sangshen got her brother back.

Wukong and Macaque were there at Yue's birth and were one of the first people to hold her (Yishan wasn't interested.) They adored her immediately and Macaque cried when he's told she was named after him.

Yishan got to have an official wedding with Sangshen and make her his legal wife like he's always wanted. She made a beautiful bride.

As a citizen of FFM and not Clan Heir, Yishan needed to pull his own weight to provide for his family. Thankfully, because he was Clan Heir, he had skills that put him under Liu's command.

Surprisingly enough, Liu manages to get through Yishan's difficult personality and becomes his first and only friend. (No, in-laws and their not-yet-lover/king don't count.) They have this bromance thing going on, though Sangshen still lingers in 90% of Yishan's thoughts. But Liu has the honor of having a consistent 5%.

Yishan eventually chills enough to form healthy(?) relationships outside of his wife. He also provides for his daughter. Just not emotionally, which is fine since Yue is loved enough already by literally everyone else.

Yishan and Beng butt heads a lot. Actually, Yishan gets under almost everyone's skin because his personality is terrible to everyone except Sangshen. FFM eventually just accepts Yishan having a rancid personality. That's Yishan.

To the shock of everyone, Yishan was the one to get Shadowpeach together. And then, everyone ended up not being as surprised when it turned out that his agenda was to have Wukong and Macaque distract each other to cut down on time his wife's attention is away from him. Yishan is well known for getting the impossible done for the sake of his wife's time and love.

Trade agreements, alliances, battles - all end up successful when placed in Yishan's hands as long as it has something to do with his wife. He makes it happen.

Yishan can also be charismatic and friendly to outsiders and/or enemies in order to manipulate them. Does it often while he's on the job. FFM as a whole was thrown in a loop the first time it happened. They were all like: who??? r u????? Where's our rancid wife-obsessed monkey????

Yishan hates Azure. Yishan knows himself. He embraces it. But another person like him? In HIS slice of heaven? Threatening HIS wife’s little brother’s love life? Hahaha, no. Sangshen already planned out the wedding gifts and is making the wedding veil. No way.

Yishan has HUGE beef with Peng, which started after they accused Macaque of begetting a child with Yishan (The Brotherhood hadn’t met Sangshen yet and believes she’s fake lol). How DARE they accuse him of sleeping with anyone other than his wife?!?

Shanzha is still sent over as a bride at some point. Heaven express-shipped Yishan's little sister. She isn't received with suspicion. Instead, it's with pity since they knew how much LoES messed Yishan up by then. Sangshen is happy to see her again. Yishan wants the gift receipt to return her but reconsiders when he realizes that she can be another babysitter (more undisturbed time with wife).

The one and only time Yishan does the impossible for anyone other than his wife is for Liu. He somehow manages to pull RinRin from Diyu by employing the help of the Red-Buttocked Baboon (and the Long-Armed Gibbon is there too). Whoops, accidentally acquired a girlfriend for his sister. Well, at least she's distracted now too. And Yue gets another babysitter.

Honestly, Yishan makes a happy ending happen with his own hands soley so everyone would leave him and his wife alone to spend together. That's it. That's the plot.

Extra Fun Fact: Yishan spends every Spring Season wooing Sangshen as if they were unmated monkeys. Say what you want about him, but this man loves his wife.

[zethwritesss]

‘good morning babe’; a morning with your girlfriend, ellie; a very fluffy drabble/fic thingy

warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!! (idk why this is there oh well), established relationship, cuddles, mention of nsfw content.

synopsis: ellie helps get you up in the morning (+ some cuddles)

a/n: dedicated to y’all who hate mornings, figured i’d write this because i’ve been thinking abt it non stop- also i hope that the audio helps this little fic come to life a bit more!! i’ve done the audio to be read alongside the fic, or it can be just as a stand alone thing. ALSO reader is gender neutral!!

word count: 0.8 k

you heard your curtains get thrown to the side, allowing the way-too-bright sunlight to stream into your room. you decided to shove your face into some pillows and groaned.

you felt a hand lightly rub circles on your back. it took a few seconds for your senses to kick in. and fully register what’s going on around you.

you were lying on your stomach, your girlfriend sat down on your bedside.

“good morning babe-”

“elsss- ‘s too earlyyy…” you groaned, voice raspy, barely understandable as you had shoved your face into some pillows.

“i know i know… i’m not a morning person either so i get it. you were up pretty late last night huh?” ellie said, still rubbing your back.

you nod your head in response. you were indeed up late last night, sometime in-between 3-4 am. you didn’t even register ellie coming into your room, opening your curtains and sitting at your bedside.

”mhm wannagobacktobeddd” you mumbled incomprehensibly.

“hmm? what on earth did you just say?” ellie chuckled at your statement. you groaned in frustration, it was too early for you to deal with ellie’s shenanigans.

“can i have twenty more minutes of my fucking beauty sleep?”

“oh! now that gets the point across. i say ten more minutes.” ellie said, hoping you’d take her offer of an extra ten more minutes of rest.

“ten? els it’s too early for your shit. ” you protest.

“ten.” ellie said remaining firm on her stance.

“twenty.”

“what about fifteen? and i’ll join you-”

‘thank fucking god finally a viable option’ you thought to yourself.

“fine.” you grumbled.

“then move over so i have some room.”

ellie chuckled.

“but- im soooo comfyyy-“

“babe.”

“ellieee.” you cooed, your were extremely comfy in your bed, buried in your sage coloured duvet.

“well i’m making room for myself since someone‘s too stubborn to do it themselves!”

ellie shoved you over a little bit and climbed into bed, lying on her side, making sure she was able to see her sleepy partner. you were now face to face with her.

“hi!” ellie said with a slight smile.

“hi!” you reply, making eye contact with your beloved els. her sparkling green eyes, and freckled face mesmerizing you.

“how was your sleep?” she asks you, as you feel her hand come up to stroke your cheek. your felt your cheeks turn warm in response to her gesture.

“was good, needed more though.”

“don’t stay up too late then…”

ellie had a point, your sleep schedule had been all over the place.

“ellieee i know you are noooo better than me…”

ellie looked down at your statement, ashamed that you called her out.

“okay okay… yeah i think we both need to sort our sleep schedules out…”

you nod in response. you loved mornings with your girlfriend, she made them a lot more tolerable than before. ellie did have a point though!

“anddd how was yours?” you ask her.

“mine was good, glad to hear yours was good too! soo what were you up to so late?” ellie asked you.

“i just couldn’t fall asleep, your sleep talking didn’t help me… it was almost sleep yelling!” you say, giggling to yourself as you remember what ellie said in her sleep.

“well, what was i sleep talking about?”

“it was something about a horse, i think you were riding it, you kept telling it to giddy up”

ellie chuckled in response to you telling her about her sleep talking shenanigans.

“i do remember dreaming about being a cowboy- that’s probably it! didn’t think i’d be sleep talking though!”

“on this topic of riding, when can i ride you?”

you smirked, you liked to mess around with ellie. it was fun making her flustered and speechless.

“i- i- wow- wasn’t expecting that one at 11:32 in the morning… maybe later tonight-” ellie said, biting her bottom lip as her face went bright red at your comment.

“yeehaw!” you exclaim with a smirk on your face.

“up you get now-“

“but… ellie it hasn’t-”

“nuh uh- no buts. come on babe…” ellie tutted, with a grin on her face.

“whatcha-” you ask, followed by a squeal as ellie hits you with a pillow. then she quickly hops out of the bed, in case you were to retaliate.

“OKAY- OKAY. I’M UP!” you exclaim, sitting up on your bed.

“there we go- okay so now that you’re up i’ll leave you be. if you’re ready in fifteen, breakfast is on me!” ellie teased, before heading out of your bedroom.

you used to hate mornings, they were slow and draining at times. but with ellie they’re much more manageable, minus ellie’s tactics with a pillow.

“ALSO I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW” you yell at your girlfriend, whose light chuckles could be heard from down the hall.

taglist: @elliessknife @little-star-bun @no-nameno-face @anchoeritic @solaceocean @winfleurs

[slightlyhozy]

“Through the Cold, I’ll Find my Way Back to You” || Chapter One - “Honey, Don’t Feed it, it Will Come Back.”

Characters - Púca! Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Original Female Character

Summary - Maisie Quinn, after inheriting a home in Ireland from her late grandmother, slowly learns a dark past about the land in which it was built on.

Word Count - 2,184

Warnings - Nothing for this chapter other than light animal death!

A/N - SO EXCITED FOR THIS!! I will try to be consistent and write interesting chapters, we will get a real introduction to Andrew in the next chapter, I just wanted to introduce Maisie first and the setting. Please leave thoughts!

If you don’t know, a púca is a monster across European mythology that tends to be a shapeshifter, commonly taking form as a horse, goat, dog, cat, ect. They also take forms of humans which tend to have animalistic traits. They are known to play tricks on humans but never truly harm them. There’s a lot on them, so if you’re interested, I recommend looking into it. I am pretty consistent with the traditional idea of them but I will add my own elements as well. I will also explain any important information or facts if I feel is needed, feel free to ask as well!

“What’re you doing now?” I can hear Elsie snacking on carrots through the phone.

I sigh, hauling another box off of another, using my earbuds, we had been able to call all day despite the time difference. “Right now,” I grunt, setting the box on the ground, moving to search for my box cutter. “I am unpacking everything for the studio…” The room in question was a beautiful conservatory with beautiful glass windows curving upward. Outside, bushes with thorns and small berries could be seen, desperately in need of a trim.

“How different is it over there? I mean, you must’ve noticed something by now.”

“Well,” I huff, stepping back to appreciate the natural light coming into the room. “I live 40 minutes from Wicklow, which is nice…But I do miss the city already; it feels all so stretched out now.” It was terribly ironic of me to complain about Europe being big in comparison to America, but after being raised in downtown Seattle all my life, to be thrown into a village where I have to drive to get my groceries was different.

“We miss you.” Elsie pouted. “Who’s going to bring disgusting vegan dishes to every game night?”

I let out a laugh straight from my chest. “Sorry, babe, you just need to find another pretentious vegetarian then.”

Carefully, I pulled out my easels and canvases I hadn’t used yet. The room was mostly boxes, with only two work benches being built and a random spinny chair thrown out. Making this house look like the ones on Pinterest was going to be a process.

“Say, are you and Lydia going to be able to make up here for Christmas?" I ask, fighting the wooden easel to unfold.

I can hear her hiss, disappointment sinking in. “I… I don’t know, May…It’s just…busy right now. You know, if we can’t this time, we just will come up for our anniversary! We’ve always wanted to go to Ireland.”

“Oh, that’s alright.” My voice came out a bit more upset than I hoped, and I could feel the burning in my eyes, a small sniffle escaping me.

“Maisie..” Elsie said sweetly, making me butt in immediately.

“No! No, it’s ok. I get it. You two are working…married, busy, have all your friends there, it’s fine.” I hated how I reacted—so reminiscent of a child, I didn’t even notice the tears on my face.

“Maisie, I…” She paused, seemingly looking for the right words. “It’s going to be hard for a while, ok? But you’ll make lots of friends! And we will still talk every day, ok? Don't feel bad because you’re upset; it’s okay to be upset.”

“I know, thank you.”

I had moved from Seattle to New Castle, County Wicklow, a few weeks ago. A year before that, my grandma had died, who, other than Elsie, had been my best friend. The loss still hurt, but hopefully something good was coming out of it. In her will, I was left to this beautiful property near Greystones. The house itself was pretty humble but charming and well kept. The garden was very large yet outgrown. After living in the hustle and bustle of a city like Seattle, I needed this, something different, it was like she knew.

My grandma inherited the house from her grandmother, who’s grandmother owned the home before the "famine." My Irish family had left Ireland some time in the 1840s to New York, where we eventually found ourselves in Washington. Thinking back on how hard it had to have been to just be Irish in either country made me a bit proud to find myself back at this house, just like how the women before me wanted.

While modest, the home was well built and was a good distance from the beach, which I had been utilizing for walking Lenny. Since the 80s, our richer part of the family had used it for a vacation home, but as my grandmother got older, the only thing she made sure of the home was keeping it clean, despite the fact it was empty now.

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A while later, still unpacking, now in the kitchen, Lenny began doing circles around the kitchen, licking at my leg. “Shit, you’re out of dog food.” I whispered to myself, leaning down to pat his head. Now that I had actual utensils, pots, and dishes, I could finally move on from adapting to their version of Chinese takeout and cook myself a proper meal.

At the grocery store, I spent a lengthy time deciding which shape of pasta was the most appealing.

In my pasta-induced haze, a voice broke me out of it. “Gosh, you look just like her, all grown up.” I turn my head to see an older woman, around 70 or so, smiling up at me.

“Oh, did you…”

“Know Evelyn? Of course, I met you when you were just a wain.” Heat rose to my cheeks, It was always embarrassing to meet someone who knew you from your family in public. All I could think about was getting out of it. “I saw your…pictures on Facebook, and I mean, it was identical until…”

My hand instinctively went up to my head. “Oh? My hair? Yeah, uh, I mean, at least it’s going to a good place.” A few months ago, I had completely cut off the long hair I had growing down near my waist into a pixie cut; liking how it’s growing out, I plan to keep it.

“Such a shame what happened.” The older woman shook her head. “She was a good woman, ye grandmother.”

Awkwardly, I nodded along.

“Nice to see the property put to use, I hope the stories don’t get to you though.” That caught my attention.

“Stories?”

“Oh? You don’t know? There’s a saying that hundreds of years ago, when your family bought the land, it belonged to a monster…called a púca…Something about it torments the humans who lived on the land in an attempt to scare them off.” A small giggle escaped me; I was no stranger to legends and myths.

“It’s all coincidences though; lots of dead animals are found near the property; I’ve never heard of any real trouble happening.” She smiled sweetly. “God is on your side.” Obviously, being a devote atheist for over 10 years, I had no real fear of any monsters.

“Oh!” The woman beamed, reaching into her purse for a pen and notepad. “Here’s my number if you need anything, love, just a call away.” I watched as her shaky hands scribbled down her home phone, pressing it into my hands. Mary.

“Thank you, Mary; I’ll be sure to get in touch.” I smile as we part, my mind drifting back to the word. Púca… It sounded like puta. I stifled back a laugh.

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Later that night, while Lenny was eating out of his dog bowl in the kitchen, I guarded my large bowl of pasta on the makeshift pillow-blanket couch I had crafted for myself. I sighed softly, checking my phone every minute in case someone wanted to ask me how I was or send me a funny video. Instead, I sat alone in the room, rewatching episodes of Gilmore Girls until there was nothing left in my bowl.

As I washed out my bowl, laying it on the rack, Lenny ran around my legs with a toy, eagerly waiting for me to throw it across the house for him. I smiled fondly down at my boy, the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. “Hey boy, want me to throw it?” I cooed at him, kneeling down to his level, excited by my tone. He wagged his tail and did circles, coming back to me with the small rope. Taking it, I tossed it across the floor, enjoying his nails scraping the tiles as he ran towards it, prompting returning it.

After a few rounds of this, a scratch on the door caught my attention, causing my brow to raise and my anxiety to heighten. It’s fine. I thought to myself, tossing the toy again, watching him retrieve it. It could be anything. Anything? Like a…no. Stop. Wiping my face, I waited for Lenny to come back. As he trotted to me, the scratching was louder, more aggressive.

Setting him off, the small retriever began to bark at the door, his little body jumping back each time. Shushing him, I walked to the window, looking out; there was nothing I could see. Púca. I scoffed, shaking my head; it was just my brain. I took a deep breath, opening the door slowly, unreasonably anxious about what I might see.

As I did, my leg instinctively went to barricade the door, Lenny barking at the small creature in front of me. I didn’t know how to react to the fox in front of me; it stepped back slowly, looking at me, making sad chirp-like sounds. My brows furrowed at the sight. “Ok…” I drifted off; my initial thought was that the animal was hurt, but the way it walked around my patio indicated otherwise. Perhaps whoever took care of the house before fed it, but it hadn’t come before.

Being a natural animal lover and suck up, I close only the glass door, letting me see him still. The fox pranced around still before sitting down in front of the door, clearly with no intention of leaving. Lenny stood, his tail high on alert. “Lenny!” I called out disapprovingly as I heard his familiar low growls. In a small bowl, I scooped some of his food with a few pieces of left-over pasta on top.

Laying the bowl down, I went back inside; even if it wasn’t aggressive, I didn’t want to invade its space, even if I was guilty of interfering with nature in the first place. My eyes drifted over the animal’s fur; it was a warm brown all around, and the ears and feet were black. Under the jaw and belly of the fox, the fur was white, as was the tip of its tail. Mostly, I was looking for signs of mange—anything to indicate it was sick. On cue, it looked up; the way its green eyes flashed at me caused my face to stiffen as I saw the reflection of light in it’s eyes. I looked back; there was no light to cause the eye to shine, and as I looked back, it was gone. The house was silent except for the low growling of my dog and the crunching of the fox’s feast.

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“It was so weird!” I complained to Elsie over the phone, clutching my colorful robe, tea in the other hand.

“Maisie, usually you make amazing choices, but this was dumb.” She said it matter-of-factly.

I shake my head, pacing around the cold floor. “How? It was hungry, Elsie; what was I supposed to do? Let it starve.”

“No, you’re supposed to call the Irish Animal Control, obviously. It could have had rabies.”

“Rabies? I don’t think so.” I chuckled, so sure of myself. “It wasn’t like…foaming at the mouth or aggressive.”

“Maisie, when animals have like…early rabies or something, they act oddly tolerant to humans, was there mange? Was it dehydrated or anything?”

“No… It looked really healthy, actually. It just wanted food; no one got bit, no one got hurt. Elsie, It isn’t that big of a deal; it’s a one-time thing.”

I heard a deep, disappointed sigh escape her. “Maybe you should’ve been raised in the mountains…Look, when you feed animals, they expect that you will give them food; they’ll come back. When I was little, growing in Bend, I accidentally fed a raccoon once, and she brought generations of baby raccoons for years.”

Walking to my porch, wanting to enjoy my tea with the cool air, I open the door. “If it comes back, I just won’t feed it; I learned my lesson, ok.” My eyes immediately drifted down in front of me.

“Maisie?”

“Uh, sorry…” Carefully, I set my tea on the railing. On the concrete, I stared at a small rodent in front of me, absolutely gutted. “There is a mutilated mouse on my porch.” I said breathlessly, always hurt by any dead animals.

“Oh, see! Now it’s rewarding you!” She complained over the phone as I stayed silent.

“Do you think they’re like cats? Like, they’ll bring you dead stuff because they think you stink at hunting or something…” I wasn’t too sure what to do with the body.

“I don’t know,” Elsie said flatly. “What I do know is that you should stop feeding it; just for your and Lenny’s sake, I don’t want you calling me at 3 am because you have to get rabie shots in your ass, ok?” On my side of the phone, I nodded, immediately looking for a reason to hang up. “Oh shit, it’s already so late, ok, Maisie, I love you; I’ll call you later, ok?” Thank god. Is all I could think.

After using a poop bag to toss the animal into the outside bins, I went to pull out my laptop, pulling up my laptop and searching: What is a Púca?

[denial-permanente]

Hi there,

I’ve been a follower of your for quite a while and have to say I admire the dynamic you and Tom share, and the strength and closeness that your base relationship reflects.

I send this seeking your opinion, and I apologize if you’ve already answered this before.

I find myself in a precarious situation where I have, slowly, yet steadily and surely, become interested in chastity. For me, and I say this with as much honesty as one can, my interest in this isn’t fetishized as is more Domme focused. As in, I do not find myself interested in the idea because it gets me all hot and bothered (despite the fact that it does), but is more my desire to offer my Domme something I know I have not fully internalized and am fully comfortable with. Its beyond my comfort zone but that is where growth and magic take place. I will want yo say that my apprehension or anxiety are not because I don’t want to be thrown/throw myself into the deep end, but a nervousness about the realities and challenges of how it will play out if that makes sense? It’s sort of a ‘careful what you wish for’ kind of situation.

I am currently seeing a very special woman who is very much on the dominant side of things and we’ve talked about some aspects that our dynamic would involve. We have discussed orgasm control, and she has made it clear to me that this is an expectation she has of me, but chastity is yet to be discussed.

We have been nurturing a very beautiful connection in our relationship, but the thought of her potentially wanting me in chastity and wanting to wear my key on her neck for the world to see (even if fee pick up on it) makes me a little nervous. I feel like that would break me as a submissive, it would make me realize my place infinitely more deeply and would bring me into a state of submission that is beyond what Im used to or know what to expect from.

So I guess my question is: why do you think Im feeling this way and do you think I should override this nervous and just surrender to that desire of hers (as it comes up) fully? I know these are questions only I could answer but I appreciate your experience and take on this greatly.

Thank you in advance :)

Like a lot of men, you may be way overthinking all this. You're seeing a domme, you have chemistry, and things are going well. And instead of just enjoying all this you are worried that things will go... too well? 🙄

First of all, she may not even want to wear one of those ugly keys. I'm sorry... I know a lot of you men get all hot and bothered but we are not 14 years old here. Those keys are ugly and no woman wants to wear one especially if they are dressed up.

Second, she wants to control your orgasms. That is perfectly acceptable with or without a cage. By asking... demanding that she take control of your orgasms she makes sure that your desire is focused on her and not on your penis. I told my husband many years ago that I wanted all of the control over that and even in times when he was not caged he took that very seriously. To me it represented a huge commitment... and women love to see commitment from men.

I guess what I'm saying is to forget about the cage. That is... the cage is not to prevent orgasms, it is to prevent accidents and temptation... both yours and hers.

🔒Tom here. This is a point that gets overlooked a lot: cages do not prevent orgasms, they simply make them inconvenient. Long before my permanently locked status, I considered it a personal challenge to refrain from unauthorized orgasms. Once, my wife had me going for over 15 very difficult months, no cage. And it's true - women love their men to show commitment.

I also think that you're overthinking this. Orgasm control is a step, wearing a cage for her is another step. I understand that guys can have mixed emotions of love/hate/fear over orgasm control/denial, but instead of approaching it as something taken away from you, try looking at it as a sacrifice you are making for her.

[ananke-xiii]

ah yes, of course I have more to say. This time it's not about a specific comparison/trope, more about how angels are perceived by viewers (but also partly by writers, too, tbh).

anything about angels being ethereal and divine etc: I think sometimes the non-in-universe view warps what's canon when it comes to angels. For instance, the way we the audience commonly perceive angels sort of interferes with the in-universe depiction of said creatures. Like, maybe we see angels as ethereal, celestial, incomprehensible figures but in SPN they're anything but. We can very much understand their motives, their feelings and what their agenda is. It's totally not beyond human comprehension, as amatter of fact, it's very much human but it's also NOT human at the same time because angels don't have the same morality as humans do and their notion of "good" and "evil" is quite peculiar, if they even have one. This is also why the "halo and a harp" joke is thrown around quite a few times as a reminder that SPN angels are not "our" angels.

The same misrepresentation happens when it's about angels and love (and sex). It's pretty clear that in SPN (hashtag not all but many) angels are actually very, very, very much interested in sex and love. I'll concede that they tend to confuse obsession for love and that there's a lot of repression/suppression/sublimation/you name it going on in that department but, frankly, it's not something so inherently alien that humans can't relate to.

Anyhow, I don't think it's only the audience's fault, though, as I see SPN writers implicitly inserting their own personal view into the story as well. For example, the idea that Lucifer is the "primary agent of evil" in s14 after we've spent a whole season dealing with how God has traumatized and abused both his own sister and his own "son" and how said sister has, in return, abused and traumatized Lucifer doesn't exactly hold up. I mean, if there must be one primary agent of evil in SPN everything seemed to point to Chuck well before s14's big "reveal". Moreover, from their first appearance in S4 angels have perhaps wreaked havoc more than demons and other monsters combined. Lucifer is admittedly a big problem (among other things because he is an abuser and a general piece of shit) but he's not the only problem in paradise (lol).

Related to the first point, how Dean's in awe with Cas because he's a celestial being etc: this is something that I read in a lot of fics so it's just both my own personal taste and my fic preferences (I like when fics stick to canon as far as possible because I like to see how different minds might have developed a particular storyline) that differ from others and that's fine, to each their own. The thing is, I don't really see it. Maybe S3-4 Sam was more in awe with the idea of angels but after Lucifer I don't think the guy's particularly moved by them. As far as Dean's concerned, I actually see him hating on angels the most. Vampires can be okay, werewolves maybe, he's surprisingly okay with demons as well, but angels? He doesn't like them at all. And I mean this, this is actually interesting because out of all the creatures in the world he hates (and who have hurt him and his family) he ends up getting a best friend/consort who belongs to that particular flavor he just can't tolerate and who probably hurt him and his family the most ("Angels are just monsters with good PR"). As in: Dean finds Cas amazing because he's Cas, not because he's an angel but he IS an angel nevertheless and that alone causes some problems. It makes for a very interesting moral dilemma and an engaging angle to explore where a good chunk of their issues stems from.

[c0rvidfagg0try]

My thoughts on Cishet White Women as a ‘Former’ Cishet White Woman

I have been grappling with this since the election- this question of ‘Why do so many cishet white women betray their community this way?’- and I’m tried to some up my understandings in words.

Cishet white women have never had to grapple with the fact that the world does not want them here.

As a queer, trans, disabled person I realized in my mid teens that millions of people would rather I not exist than have a place in society. This realization sparked in me a deep desire to support the people around me who faced this same reality.

POC, queer, trans, and disabled (as well as many other groups) people have constantly had it thrown in our face that we are not welcome here. All of our communities have faced extreme violence (especially black people), threatening our existence within the world.

However, with cishet white women, they have always had a place in this world. Despite women being constantly devalued by men, men have always said that there is a role for women: baby-maker, pleasure provider, caretaker. There has been no need to grapple with the fact that they have been told they shouldn’t exist. Sure their rights are being taken, but their lives aren’t. There will be no mass eradication of white women, because white women have a role in society.

As a white AFAB person, I did not grasp the depth of the mistreatment of other communities until I realized my own queerness and the depth of the mistreatment of my own community. If you have not had to grapple with that, why would you care about intersectionality? (/sar) I will be fine, you should be fine too! (/sar)

Empathy for people who are systemically made to be perceived as ‘other’ is not something white people are taught. We are taught the opposite and to realize that, a lot of the time you have to realize that you are ‘other’ as well. It is a sad truth, but one nonetheless.

So, cishet white women, what can you do? If there is one thing I can urge other white people to do, it is to do your own research and your own internalized exploration of your internal bigotry. Do not rely on minorities (specifically POC) to teach you this stuff, but do listen when they offer their incredibly necessary view point.

This is probably rambling but I couldn’t help but think about why someone could hate me and millions of other minorities so much as to vote for that orange man

[potions-of-dark-devotion]

Hate that people bring up the fact that we only like snape because of Alan Rickman. Ok two things: so? And no we do not. We like Snape and we like Alan Rickman. Because Rickman is the only actor that could do Snape in a proper way without making him look cartoonish or without depth. And if people like him because of Alan Rickman? So what? That doesn't change the fact that he's playing Snape. That doesn't change the fact this actor brought so many people to the character in the books and people still liked him Alan Rickman would not be playing Snape if the character did not exist. Why is it suddenly ok now to shit on fans that started out with the movies that got them to read the books? Either way I wish people would come up with a better response to Snape fans than, you only like Snape because of the movies.

It’s a classic case of gatekeeping in order to espablish a hierarchy of “good” fans and “bad fans” who aren’t allowed to like things. Alan Rickman is what JKR had in mind when she wrote Snape, even before she knew she was going to have the ability to cast him in the role. That doesn’t mean he has to be what everyone imagined when they read the books, but insulting people who are following what they’ve known since they were children us below the belt in my opinion. Of course we like Alan Rickman as Snape- he HE IS Severus Snape for the majority of us, and most of the criticisms of him not being able to further explore the character lie solely on the shoulders of the directors who neglected a large portion of narrative for Severus in the movies. Alan had to fight the last director to even have the last scene of his death be nagini and not Voldemort using Avada Kedavera on him. It was madness and clearly the series was being run by lots of people who didn’t love the narrative the way Alan did, and the way JKR had written it.

Let’s face it Alan went the hardest for this character- just as hard or harder than any of us ever could and we owe a large portion of our love for this character to him. That’s not a negative, it’s a beautiful blessing that we had him to put the amount of effort into playing Severus Snape that most would never attempt. I weep for the person cast as him in the new series, not just because of Alan’s legacy but because playing Severus snape well is a monumental task not for the weak. We’ve seen it here. When you play snape you go up agaisnt the entire fandom to fight for your existence. Whoever they cast to play him will be thrown to the wolves in the worst way. Alan delt with it beautifully.

[sonic-4-episode-ii]

gonna mention some of our sonics most important/active alters rq

sonic's polyfragmented & has well over a hundred alters so we're just mentioning the ones we have names / ideas for.

also scourge is in here. Is scourge also a guy seperate from sonic? we may never know... (the answer is literally just yes)

Pilot (he/him, neos?)

what they do: fuck all ; took away all of sonic's knowledge and muscle memory abt the tornado so he could fly it.

front tells: has a special salute he offers to everyone - two fingers on his temple, then finger-guns

relationship w/ others: when sonic realized hes the reason it suddenly started sucking at piloting the tornado, it fought him for DAYS. the two are on good terms now but sonic's still salty about the whole thing

description: dark brown fox. fur's only a little lighter than sonic's original quill/fur color

Survival (none)

what they do: keeps the body calm & focused when thrown into a survival/panic state ; fragment

front tells: acts prettymuch just like a hedgehog. snuffl snuffl

relationship w/ others: n/a

description: classic sonic but hes covered in mud

Protection (none)

what they do: split specifically to keep tails safe if sonic shut down during a battle, now helps everyone - including sonic ; fragment

front tells: completely nonverbal ; one-track mind worse than sonic's

relationship w/ others: n/a

description: classic sonic but hes covered in wounds :[

Scourge (it/he)

what they do: one-up sonic at every opportunity. obviously

front tells: usually him screaming "SCOURGE IS BACK, BABY!!!"

relationship w/ others: everyone either hates or loves him ; outside the body, amy thinks he sucks but is glad he's less sexist now, tails used to think he's scary but now just thinks he's kinda lame, and knux... has opinions.

description: YOU KNOW IT BABY!!!!

Cog (they/it)

what they do: exist. tries to keep the body away from drugs

front tells: higher-pitched voice, talks more like AoSTH / classic sonic; uses contact lenses that look like metal sonic's eyes

relationship w/ others: a lot of people jokingly hate em but most r kinda worried for em ; outside, theyre best friends with basically all badniks (though they have a somewhat rocky friendship with omega) and consider them to be its siblings

description: thinner sonic, wilting quills and its bones are painted chrome.

Mary-Ann (they/them)

what they do: split to give tails familial affection when sonic got burnt out, & later got the Secondary Task of avoiding like. CPS and stuff. ; now that they dont have to do that they get to just chill

front tells: softer tone of voice, body language is completely different and a lot slower

relationship w/ others: sonic feels bad abt pushing so much onto her even though it wasnt his fault or choice. theyre chill tho ; outside, they have a kinda-friendship with shadow since theyre the one who introduced him to the fact sonic's a system. tails loves them, and even outside of their purpose they care abt him too

description: porcupine mobian. looks a little more like an irl animal

Fleet (he/it/xe)

what they do: anger/rage/fear holder, used to be a fragment ; fronts whenever sonic goes super out of stress, or if he gets too upset when using the chaos emeralds to go super

front tells: extremely obvious. totally different way of speaking, maine/british accent (maine accent it picked up somewhere, british accent is the body's default); when fronting while super bc of the chaos emeralds, they morph him into what he looks like in headspace, but if he's just fronting due to stress all that changes is his quills are Wayyyyy messier. hard to miss him!

relationship w/ others: sonic tried to force him into permanent dormancy for years, which didnt work and caused him to take over the body for a few weeks ; he probably did meet ebony and pyjamas, both of whom unfortunately misunderstood his entire Him and hurt him a lot, but they managed to make up after xe worked thinks out with sonic and theyre rlly close friends now :]

description: it is fleetway :]

Prime (he/it)

what they do: secondary host

front tells: way, WAY more physically and verbally affectionate towards his friends; more open (obvious) about his emotions, doesnt bother hiding them as much (especially when he thinks it might be funny); a little more over the top with everything, especially his mannerisms - many of which he picked up directly from eggman

relationship with others: GREAT friends with pilot, who sorta acts like his tails when his tails isnt. yk. available (busy boy!!!). NOT FRIENDS WITH SONIC they do NOT get along :[ ; loves tails, LOVES amy, LOVES!!! KNUCKLES!!! LOVES SHADOW!!!! he loves ALL of his friends and he's gonna make it THEIR PROBLEM!!!<333

description: prime sonic! so just sort of different-looking regular sonic. he calls himself prime bc hes convinced hes the first sonic, and is totally smug abt maybe having a single memory earlier than sonic the other one.

Sonic (he/it)

what they do: primary host

front tells: it's sonic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ; rlly easy to tell when hes fronting again after a while bc he immediately picks up from the last convo you had w him (if he remembers) or challenges you to a race (if he doesnt)

relationships w/ others: VERY rocky. didnt accept he was a system for a while - he knew he was one since before the concept was given the name it has now but he was iffy on the whole "other people in his brain" thing and dealt with it HORRIBLY. this is a horrible combination of STC and IDW sonic so you know he was just being a huge inconsiderate jerk to everyone for YEARS. his reaction to the chaos emeralds giving a bunch of his alters their own bodies was fear and disgust instead of joy or even vague curiosity; even though he's repairing his relationships with everyone and going to therapy and getting support from his friends and allat, he still doesnt really like just... not having access to his body all the time. he doesnt like not being at front, it feels Bad, esp. when he misses big important dates. sorry man you got hit with the reverse curse idk what to tell you

description: ITS SONIC!!!

YUP THATS LITERALLY ALL I HAVE FOR NOW!!!

maybe ill make some more stuff with these guys and more specific alters but ive had this sitting in my drafts for like a month now so . it needs to be posted 👍

[k-kizkhalifa]

"Laundry" but can I ask for domesticated drarry and maybe something with teddy?

Ah, I had so much fun with this one! Thank you for the ask! ~ kiz

“I’m going to bloody kill him!” Draco screamed, staring at the laundry thrown all over the living room. “Potter!” He yelled, has he hung up his jacket. 

“We’re here!” Harry called from a room in the back, peeking his head out, “Draco?” 

“What is all this laund—.” Draco paused, finding Harry standing there with Teddy, who was visibly distressed as he held up two shirts. “What is this?” 

“Ted is nervous about what to wear tomorrow.”

Draco blinked, “but he’ll be wearing robes?” Harry gave Draco a look that seemed to silence the man, who then looked at Teddy, “Teddy,” Draco said quietly, “I mean, Ted.” 

“It’s stupid, I know!” He yelled at the other, his face shading, “just get out!” 

“Ted,” Harry sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Don’t be mean.” 

“I’m not!” Teddy came back at him, jerking around, “you two don’t get it!” 

Draco took a breath, 15 was a trying age he was learning. They both had learned over the summer. Draco and Harry, 33 now, forgot what the teenage years were like. Not to mention the way they grew up… it was a different time. They didn’t sit around fretting about what to wear to school, they were too busy fighting a war. 

Harry met Draco’s eyes, and offered a small smile, “Ted, I think, you’re right.” Harry spoke softly, and held his hand out towards Draco, who moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “We didn’t really have the time to worry about these things.” 

Teddy stared at them, blowing out a breath. “Why don’t you explain it to us, so we understand, a little better?” Draco suggested carefully. 

“It’s hard being the son of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy,” the teenager said, sinking down in the chair at his desk. “Everyone watches everything I do, all the time!” 

“Well, I think we both can understand that part.” Draco said dryly, earning a look from the teenager. “I’m just saying, yes we do understand that feeling, Teddy.” 

“It’s Ted!” 

Draco sighed, and stood, “okay, Ted, if you’re going to act like this, I am going to leave.” He turned and walked out the door, leaving Harry and him to have the argument that was brewing. 

Draco didn’t do arguments, barely ever with Harry, and never with Teddy. Who was now glaring at the open door, and throwing his hands up. Harry took a moment, and stood as well, “Ted he loves you, just as much as I do. There is no reason to be hateful to him.” 

“I’m not a baby!” Ted roared, “I just wan—.” He stopped, tears streaming down his face, “it’s just hard, Dad.” 

“I understand that,” Harry moved, wrapping his arms around Teddy, “We are here, you know that?” The boy nodded, tears falling, “and, we’re always going to be here.” Teddy nodded again, crying as Harry held him. “Teddy, I’m good at a few things but Draco is much better at things like this.” 

“I know,” Teddy sobbed out, hugging Harry close to him. 

“Draco, love,” Harry called, turning slightly. And, Draco was there immediately. He took in the sight, standing there with his arms crossed as he watched. 

Teddy didn’t look at him, he just sat there in tears. Harry always thought Draco and Teddy were quite similar in a lot of senses. Be it the Black family genes, or be it just growing up around the other. Because, as much as Draco and Harry were older than Teddy Lupin, they did a lot of growing up while raising the boy.

Draco took a breath, and a step into the room. He moved Harry with a wave of his hand and then he was holding the 15 year old man close to his chest, Harry stepped back and let them have their moment, listening when Draco spoke. 

“It wasn’t easy being Draco Malfoy or Harry Potter, either, Ted.” He said softly, “Merlin knows we did our best, and sometimes it wasn’t great.” 

“You never talk about it.”

“No, I don’t… I wasn’t the greatest person when I was 15/16/17 years old, okay?” Draco kissed him on the top of his head, “but, I pray to whoever is sitting up in the sky that I— we have you the best parts of us as you grew.” Ted turned and looked at him, his hazel eyes searching Draco’s face, “so, I understand you’re stressed out and you feel you have all these expectations from us, but speaking for both of us… Ted, you don’t have to be anything you’re not? Merlin, we are so bloody proud of you. Every single day.” 

“If you didn’t know that, that’s our fault.” Harry said softly, giving Teddy a smile when he looked at him. 

“So, is this really about clothing?” Draco asked carefully, feeling Teddy sag in his arms. 

“No,” Teddy whispered, shaking his head. 

“Okay,” Draco gave him a squeeze, “now, are you better, or would you rather I embarrass you by telling you all the things I love and adore about you?” 

Teddy groaned, though he was smiling, “daaaaad!” 

“That’s what I thought.” Draco grinned, “clean up this mess,” he gave the young man a pointed look, “and mind your manners.” He added, before bending down and giving his cheek a kiss. “I love you, Ted.” 

Harry smiled when Teddy gave him another hug, “I’m sorry I yelled at you, dad.” 

“I’ve had worse,” Draco promised, “hurry up, now. It’s our last night together until the holiday.” Teddy nodded his understanding, standing to start picking up his room. Harry followed Draco out, watching the blonde give his wand a swish and all the laundry in the front den straightened, folded, and stacked on the settee. 

“Okay, Draco?” Harry asked once he put his wand away. 

“I forgot what 15 was like, Potter. Merlin.” He turned to face him, “we’re doing it right, aren’t we?” 

“I don’t think we ever really know, Draco,” Harry frowned, and took his hand, “we should probably check on him more.” 

“I write to him daily,” Draco frowned, “I’ll plan visits for Fridays, when they attend Hogsmead.” 

“We will,” Harry suggested, giving Draco’s hand a squeeze. 

“Does that make it worse or better?” Draco questioned, “I’ll talk to him before he leaves. Just us.” 

“How about this,” Harry smiled, stepping back, “I cook his favorite dinner, you take him clothes shopping.” 

“I don’t think it was really about clothes….” 

“You’ll have a chance to talk.” Harry shrugged, “and, just let him get whatever he wants. He’s 15 + years our junior, Draco. Just because you might not like the outfit, doesn’t mean he doesn’t.” 

“I get it,” Draco nodded, “okay, I’ll take him out. You cook dinner. Be home at,” he paused and checked his watch, “5:15.” 

“Good.”

“Teddy, darling.” Draco called down the hallway, the 15 year old peeking out of his bedroom. “Sorry, Ted. We’re going out, you and me. Come on now.” 

Teddy stared at him a moment, “you can call me Teddy, dad.” He said before stepping back into his room. Draco smiled, happily, giving Harry a look. Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes. He always thought they were a little similar, at times.

[lousypotatoes]

Red Wine

"So we back in the club

With our bodies rockin' from side to side, side-side to side, uh

Thank God the week is done

I feel like a zombie gone back to life, back-back to life~"

DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love - USHER, Pitbull

Previous Next

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

So pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Nothing to do, nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

Y/N was sleeping soundly in her bed, her pajamas snug to her skin, and the warm blanket covering her body.

All was well, until stupid Chris decided to wake everyone with that stupid horn.

Y/N, and all the other girls in the cabin woke with a start, freaked out by the sound.

"Is he seriously going to wake us up this early in the morning?" Y/N groaned.

"I hate him so much," Bridgette sighed, getting down from the top bunk.

"Campers!" Chris shouted from the megaphone. "I want all your butts outside in ten minutes!"

"I'm lighting myself on fire," Y/N mumbled, as she started to get ready for the day.

All of the team members stood outside the cabin, waiting for Chris' instructions.

"Morning!" Chris said in a way too chipper voice. "Hope you slept well."

"Hi, Chris, you look really buff in those shorts," Heather said, making Y/N want to gag.

"I know," Chris winked. "Okay, I hope you're all ready, because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute!"

"Um what do you mean in one minute?" Y/N spoke up.

"I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast," Owen sheepishly said.

"Oh, you'll get breakfast, Owen," Chris smirked. "Right after you complete your twenty-kilometer run around the lake!"

"Oh, so you're funny now?" Eva remarked, walking up to Chris.

"You know what I think would be funny?" Eva asked, Duncan and Geoff trying to hold her back.

"Eva, please try to control your temper," Y/N reasoned.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Eva snarled at Chris.

"A little," Chris smiled. "You have thirty seconds."

~Confessionals~

"Okay, Eva is actually kinda cool, but seriously she needs to learn how to control herself," Y/N explained. "She's already thrown her suitcase out the window and broken the lock on one of the bathroom doors."

--

"Okay runners!" Chris called out.

Most of the campers were in position to start running. Y/N decided that she was going to run the first half of it, and walk the other half, not wanting to tire herself out too much.

"On your marks, get set, go!"

People like Y/N and Trent immediately began to sprint, but then there were people like Harold and Heather who opted to walk instead.

~Confessionals~

"I don't run," Heather said. "And I definitely don't run in high heeled wedges."

--

After about an hour, Y/N decided to slow down, stopping for a moment to catch her breath.

"Chris should have given us water," Y/N panted. "Holy shit, that was a lot."

"I didn't know you could run like that," Duncan said out of nowhere, making Y/N jump. "Seeing you run makes me feel a little bit self-conscience."

"Duncan!" Y/N exclaimed. "You scared me!"

"My bad, sweetheart," Duncan laughed.

"How the hell did you catch up with me?" Y/N asked, the two of them walking. "I'm like, one of the farthest ahead."

"It's not that hard to run, you know," Duncan playfully scoffed. "Are you calling me fat, Y/N?"

"Sure, whatever you wanna believe," Y/N said, too tired to defend herself.

"Not even gonna try to deny it?" Duncan asked. "I like that in a girl."

"That makes no sense at all," Y/N said.

"Woah, Y/N!" Chris said, driving buy the two of them on a mini motorcycle. "You're the farthest ahead, I'm impressed."

"Uh, thanks?" Y/N said.

"Surprised to see you here, Duncan," Chris said. "Thought you would of been all the way in the back."

"Eat shit, McLain!" Duncan snapped.

"There's no need to get so vulgar," Chris chuckled. "Anyways, if you're not back by dinner time, you don't eat! So you two might want to pick up the pace."

And with that, Chris drove away.

"Ugh, I hate that guy so much," Duncan frowned.

"I think everyone here does," Y/N said. "How many piercings do you have?"

"Why you asking?" Duncan asked.

"Cause I want to tear them all out," Y/N sad bluntly. "You dumbass, I'm bored and I want to get to know you. Is that allowed?"

"Sorry," Duncan laughed. "No one's ever asked me that, it caught me off guard, my bad."

"So?"

"Oh, right," Duncan sheepishly said. "I have one on my lip, two on my both my ears, and one eyebrow."

"So, five in total?"

"Yup,"

"Cool,"

"I guess,"

There was an awkward silence for a moment, the two of the continuing to walk.

"How long have you had your nose ring?" Duncan asked.

"Only a couple of months," Y/N said. "It was my birthday gift from my dad."

"Did you do it yourself?"

"Nah, I was too scared to,"

"Lame,"

"Go fuck yourself,"

After about an hour and a half, Duncan and Y/N finally made it to the mess hall.

"Chris," Y/N snapped as they walked in. "If I don't get something to drink, I'm setting this whole island on fire."

"Calm down," Chris said. "Since you two are the first ones here, you guys get the privilege of water."

"Water isn't a privilege, but thanks, I guess," Y/N took a water bottle from Chris and handing one to Duncan.

"It is in Africa," Duncan said.

Y/N hit Duncan over the head with her water bottle.

Y/N laid her head down on one of the tables, watching the rest of the campers arrive.

Each one looked more tired than the last, all of them looking like they were going to pass out.

"Clear a table, stat!" Owen suddenly said, barging in.

He was carrying a passed-out Noah and set him down on the other table.

"Oh, God, is he okay?" Y/N asked as Owen started doing CPR on Noah.

"What took you so long?" Courtney whined as Harold arrived. "We just lost the challenge!"

"I think I'm having heart palpitations," Harold said, clutching his chest.

"Hey, wait a minute," Gwen said. "If they lost, that means we won the challenge.

Everyone on the Screaming Gophers started cheering, even Noah who had mysteriously just now woken up.

"Woah there, hold your horses, guys," Chris laughed. "That wasn't the challenge."

"What did you just say?" Gwen asked.

"Who's hungry?" Chris asked as purple curtain opened up, revealing a buffet of delicious food.

Y/N almost burst into tears at the sight of all that food.

There was turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, gravy, pie, sausage, bacon, and all of Y/N's favorites.

~Confessionals~

"No joke, when I saw that, I was literally about to start bawling," Y/N said. "It was better than other buffet I've been too."

--

~Confessionals~

"And then I saw it!" Owen said. "The buffet table! It was beautiful. There was turkey, and baked beans, and maple syrup. Can I have a minute?"

Owen then started to cry

--

Y/N groaned in pain, clutching her bloated stomach. She was now beginning to regret eating all that food.

But at the same time, she wished she ate more.

"Okay campers!" Chris said with the megaphone. "Time for part two of your challenge!"

"I thought eating was the second part," Owen said, his mouth full.

"What more do you want from us?" Gwen asked.

"Weird goth girl is right," Heather agreed, making Gwen glare at her. "Haven't we been through enough?"

"Um, let me think about that," Chris said. "No!"

"It's time for the Awake-a-thon!"

"The what-a-thon?" Owen asked.

"Don't worry," Chris said. "This is an easy one. The team with the last camper standing wins invincibility."

"So, what you're saying is that the twenty-kilometer run that we did, and all that food we just ate was to make it harder for us to stay awake?" Y/N asked.

"That's right Y/N!" Chris smiled.

"Damn, he's good," Y/N frowned.

"Move! Move! Move!" Chris exclaimed.

"How long do you think it'll be before everyone's out cold?" Duncan said as him and Y/N walked out the mess hall.

"Mhm maybe an hour," Y/N answered, but then she saw Owen already looking like he was about to pass out.

"Maybe less,"

Twelve hours later, and Y/N already felt like she was dying.

All of the campers, including her, had dark circles under their eyes.

"Woohoo!" Owen said. "I can do this in my sleep!"

Owen then passed out, falling asleep.

"I knew he was going to be the first one to go," Y/N mumbled.

~Confessionals~

"The Awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life," Gwen said

--

"This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life," Y/N heard Gwen say.

"Could be way worse," Trent yawned.

"Oh yeah?" Gwen asked. "How?"

"Well, I could be stuck here without you to talk to," Trent smiled.

Y/N and Duncan fake gagged.

~Confessionals~

"So, my strategy is to get two other campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three," Heather smirked. "The only question is who can I find that is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?"

--

"Duncan," Y/N said. "If I die because of this stupid challenge, promise me you'll play Britney Spears at my funeral."

"You like Britney Spears?" Duncan laughed. "I should of know you'd be into white girl music."

"I don't know whether to be offended or to laugh," Y/N scoffed. "What do you listen to then?"

"Green Day or Avril Lavigne," Duncan yawned.

"You listen to Avril Lavigne?" Y/N laughed.

"Did I say that?" Duncan corrected himself. "Nah, I like uh, blink-182."

"You can't make fun of me for liking Britney when you like Avril," Y/N giggled.

"Fine," Duncan sighed. "I like Avril Lavigne, a lot. But you gotta promise not to tell anyone."

"Your secret's safe with me," Y/N smiled.

"Good,"

"So what's your favorite song from her?"

They had just now passed the twenty-four-hour mark, Y/N and Duncan were still awake, but barely.

The one's who fell asleep on the Killer Bass Team were Harold, Bridgette, Katie, and Sadie.

"Favorite snack?" Y/N asked.

"Probably pretzels," Duncan replied. "What about you?"

"Umm F/S," Y/N said.

"Good choice," Duncan nodded. "Uh, favorite drink?"

"Probably-"

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of Tyler screaming.

"What the hell?" Y/N giggled.

"Congratulations campers!" Chris said. "You've made it to the twenty-four-hour mark. Time to take things up a notch!"

Chris took a white sheet off of a big lump, revealing a big pile of books.

"Fairytales," Chris smirked.

"Oh, he's not serious," Gwen frowned.

Y/N had to cover up her mouth to keep from laughing when she saw Chef dressed in a pink sheep suit, holding a harp.

Chris cleared his throat before he started to read.

"Once upon a time," he said very slowly. "There was, inside this boring kingdom, a boring village. And inside this boring, sleepy village, filled with very boring children, who did very boring things...."

"I have died and gone to Hell," Y/N mumbled. "That is the only explanation for this."

"At least we're in Hell together," Duncan smirked.

"You wish," Y/N scoffed.

Out of nowhere, Chef appeared again, but this time, he was wearing a pink ballerina outfit.

Y/N could only stare in shock and in amusement.

He started dancing, throwing sparkles at the campers, which made them yawn.

"What the hell did I sign up for?" Y/N yawned.

It had now been officially forty hours since the challenge started.

Y/N didn't even know how she was still awake.

"Uhhh, favorite movie?" she asked.

"Die Hard, all the way," Duncan answered.

"Ugh, of course you like Die Hard," Y/N scoffed.

"What's not to like?" Duncan said. "There's action, and guns, and people die."

"I know, I've seen the movie,"

"What's your favorite movie then since you wanna judge so much, huh?"

"You promise not to laugh?" she yawned.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he also yawned.

"Beauty and the Beast," Y/N said.

"I knew you would be into the cheesy love stories," Duncan laughed.

"I think it's romantic," Y/N said, hitting Duncan's arm. "And besides, you can't beat the classics."

"Die Hard is a classic,"

"Beauty and the Beast is more of a classic,"

"No it's not,"

"Literally yes it is,"

"No it is-"

Y/N and Duncan's bickering got cut of by the sight of Owen sleep walking.

Now normally, this wouldn't of of bothered them, and they would of went back to bickering over Die Hard and Beauty and the Beast.

But Owen was completely naked.

Y/N's eyed widened as she saw his clothes strewn on the ground a few feet away from her and Duncan.

Y/N and Duncan looked at each other, looks of disbelief and disgust on their face.

"I think I might barf,"

~Confessionals~

"Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup?" Owen said. "Funny thing about baked beans they make me sleepwalk."

--

Duncan and Y/N were leaning their backs on each other.

She felt like her eyebags were burning themselves into her skin.

"You still awake?" Duncan asked.

"Unfortunately," Y/N said. "It's like I'm so tired that I'm not tired anymore. Does that make sense?"

"I have no idea, sweetheart," Duncan asked. "Favorite TV show?"

"Friends," she replied. "Favorite color?"

"Neon green, obviously,"

"Oh, don't be a smartass,"

"You like it, I know you do,"

"Uh-huh, I like it so much,"

The two of them sat there without saying a word. Y/N looked up at the dark starry sky.

"I can't wait for this challenge to be over," she finally said.

"You and me both," Duncan yawned. "At least I have you to talk to,"

"Keep all that mushy stuff to yourself," Y/N slightly giggled.

"You know what I meant," Duncan scoffed, lightly punching her arm.

It had been fifty one hours since the challenge started.

Y/N felt like she was getting ready to go crazy.

"Look at him," she heard Gwen say. "He's like a statue!"

Y/N looked up and saw that Gwen was talking about Justin

He was standing upright and his eyes were completely open, not blinking once.

Y/N raised hey eyebrows in doubt.

"He hasn't moved in over fifty hours!"

Gwen and Trent then started to make noises, hoping that Justin would blink or acknowledge them.

He didn't.

"Amazing, look at the concentration," Gwen said.

Y/N, smelling the bullshit, stood up and walked over to where Justin was. She poked him in the face, and he stirred.

He opened his eyes

Turns out his eyelids were painted.

Gwen gasped, while Y/N smirked in satisfaction.

"His eyelids are painted I saw it!" Eva yelled.

"Get out!" Chris said in disbelief. "Oh, I've got to see this."

Chris walked over to where Justin was standing and started to inspect his face.

"That is so crazy incredible!" Chris exclaimed. "But, you're still out dude."

Eighty five hours.

It had been eighty five hours.

Is this what Hell is like?

Is this karma for some of the bad things Y/N did?

Y/N didn't even know if she was alive.

The only people that were awake were Heather, Trent, Gwen, Y/N, Duncan, and Eva.

Y/N sat on a log, watching as Duncan put a sleeping Harold's hand in a cup of warm water.

"Oh, gross it works!" Duncan exclaimed. "Dude peed his pants."

Y/N wanted to laugh, but felt like she didn't have the energy to.

Harold gasped when he woke up, trying to cover himself up.

She looked around and saw everyone who was out of the challenge begin to wake up.

If this were any other circumstance, she would have peed her pants from laughing so hard when she saw Noah cuddling Cody and kissing his earlobe.

"I'd kill for a coffee right now," Gwen yawned.

"Literally same," Y/N smiled, getting a small smile from Gwen in return.

"What is the matter with you people?" Chris sipped on his coffee. "Come on, fall asleep already!"

"You gotta hook me up, man!" Gwen said, pulling on Chris' leg. "I'll even eat the grinds! Anything!"

Chris shook Gwen off him.

"Alright, you six stay with me," Chris said to the people who stayed awake. "The rest of you go and get a shower for Heaven's sake! You stink!"

Y/N rubbed her eyes as all the other campers walked off.

"I didn't want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night," Chris said. "I said 'Chef, I don't want it to come to this, but damn it, these campers are tough' and so I've come up with the most boring sleep inducing activity I can find."

~Confessionals~

"Oh come on, what now?" Gwen said. "Okay you know what? Bring it on!"

--

~Confessionals~"

"There's nothing more boring than trying to stay awake for eighty hours," Y/N grumbled. "Whatever he thinks of is going to be a piece of cake."

--

Chris pulled out a large, thick, red book.

"The history of Canada," he smugly said. "A pop-up book. Chapter one, the beaver. National symbol, and a 'real' fine hat."

Everyone groaned and grumbled.

"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep," Duncan mumbled, sitting next to her as Chris droned on and on about a dumb beaver.

"You too," Y/N whispered, staring at the ground.

Now there were only four people left.

Gwen, Trent, Duncan, and Y/N.

Y/N smirked when she saw that Chris was also getting tired.

"Trent!" Gwen said suddenly.

Y/N looked and saw that Trent collapsed on the ground, fast asleep.

"Don't leave me!" she said.

"Time for a bathroom break!" Chris suddenly said. "Any takers?"

"I've held it for this long, I can go all day!"

Duncan looked like he about to burst.

"Yea, but can you hold it for another ten chapters?" Gwen smirked.

"You've got five minutes," Chris said. "As long as you don't mind a little company."

Gwen sighed.

"Y'know, you and Trent would be cute together," Y/N smiled.

"Really? You think so?" Gwen asked.

"Totally,"

"Thanks," Gwen smiled. "You and Duncan look cute together, too."

"Not my type," Y/N scoffed.

"Uh-huh, whatever you tell yourself."

Y/N closed her eyes for a second, only a second, but didn't want to open them back up.

So she didn't.

Before she knew it, Y/N was being woken up to vote who she wanted to go home.

Y/N didn't really know who to vote for, so she chose someone random.

She didn't remember who though, since she was on the brink of death.

Everyone on the Killer Bass looked like they wanted to sleep for the next month.

Y/N felt the same way, except she wanted to sleep for the rest of her life.

She sat on a stump next to Duncan. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open, because she knew that if she closed them, even for a second, she was going to collapse.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said. "There are only nine marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave. And you can never come back. Ever."

"The first marshmallow goes to Y/N,"

Y/N very slowly walked up and claimed her marshmallow.

"Duncan,"

"Bridgette,"

"Courtney,"

"Katie and Sadie,"

Both of the squealed making Y/N cringe.

"Tyler,"

"DJ,"

"Geoff,"

The last two that were left without a marshmallow was Eva and Harold.

"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening," Chris said, staying silent for a few moments for the dramatic effect.

Y/N ate her marshmallow, not really caring in that moment who stayed and who went home.

All she really focused on was how good this marshmallow was.

Were marshmallows always this delicious?

"Harold," Chris finally said.

Harold smiled and claimed his marshmallow.

"Eva, the Dock of Shame awaits,"

"Nice," Eva seethed. "Really nice. Who needs this stupid fucking TV show anyway?"

As Eva stomped away, she stopped and kicked Chris in the shin.

"Ow!" Chris yelled. "Have a good night's sleep tonight, you're all safe."

~Confessionals~

"I feel bad for Eva, but not really," Y/N said. "From what I heard from Bridgette, she was acting totally crazy. You can't act like raging psycho and then get mad at people when they don't forgive you."

--

~Confessionals~

"So Eva was one of their strongest players," Heather smirked. "And now she's gone. I am so running this game."

--

Y/N trudged off back to her bunk, not even bothering to say goodnight to Duncan or anyone else.

She would explain to him another time, but for now, all she really cared about was getting some sleep.

Without putting her pajamas on, she fell asleep as soon as her hit the pillow.

She hoped that the next challenge wasn't as brutal as this one.

if i had to stay awake for eighty hours straight, i would probably commit a felony tbh

AINT NO WAY IM STAYIN UP FOR THAT LONG

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Issy