#a-full-grown-adult-lemon

[funfettiheart]

As a fan of fun action films I got recommended Bullet Train a LOT and I finally watched it...

The only time I laughed was when the girl got isekai'd by that truck 😭

[xo2dee]

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⛧ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sukuna x (Fem)Reader

⛧ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: true form!sukuna, pregnant!reader, heian era customs, pregnancy, mentions of cannibalism, sukuna being an asshole (what do you expect)

⛧ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3767

⛧ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Carrying the King's of Curses child, you knew wouldn't be easy, but you were more than happy to have a baby of your own. Even if said baby was growing rapidly while being the source of your bad back and changing appetite.

⛧ᴀ/ɴ: sukuna fluff is hard to come by in my opinion and so sorry if he's ooc but i wanted him like this. also, this is for lemon and ava, two of my favorite sukuna babes 🤍

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Wrist flicking out, you fanned yourself, eyes heavy with the sleep you had been fighting as you pursed your lips and eyed the blooming trees of the garden. Spring was rounding itself off, the scorching weather approaching you knew in weeks as you could only prepare yourself to be practically bedridden due to your ‘condition’. You’d only arrived a year and a half prior, and you quickly realized you had not seen much of the palace still after taking a husband, be it due to the duties of a noble person who were bound to spend most their days inside and entertaining themselves another way.

You held back a snort, fanning yourself harder as you stopped and eyed a nearby bush full of bright fruit and as red as your husband’s eyes.

…Husband.

In your youth, you supposed the daydreams of living in nobility were only achievable through luck. Or perhaps told through a fortune told from the Omikuji you required as a teen, taking the fortunes of ‘blessing’ and ‘marriage’ with a grain of salt until you had grown into an adult and ran off to be elsewhere from the clutches on an arranged marriage. Into serving nobility, to becoming nobility wasn’t necessarily on your list, your marriage by all means was an unlawful one. Forged from blood and flesh when you remembered instead of sipping sake in front of the Gods, your husband-to-be curled his fingers around your wrist and bit into your palm to instead partake in you.

You had been enamored by him since you first met him, eyes memorizing every inch of his unusual face before taking his thumb into your mouth when he smeared his own blood across your lips. It had sealed your fate that moment, your love and lust for him bursting forth like a raging inferno then and during the commutation of your marriage. Something that had finally taken into effect and was weighing down on you heavily.

One you supposed was the reason for the wariness when it came to serving you.

Cutting your eyes to the side and slightly behind you, you held the sigh in, your attendant keeping her eyes on the ground (perhaps watching your feet when you walked) as to shield her pensive expression from you, however you were not the unobservant type and focused on the knot between her eyebrows. Mai, your first and most loyal attendant, was never one to shy away from pestering over you, speaking her mind and filling in for advice whenever you needed it, so to see her quiet and on edge grated your nerves more than you liked to admit. She had been your first friend when you arrived, and you absolutely despised when she reverted back into the meek and submissive attendant she played whenever your husband was around, and it was enough to make you frown and worry if you had done something wrong.

You sighed loudly, snapping your fan shut and turning to the woman slowly, “You look like you have something you want to say.”

Mai’s eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, long and curled as her doe-like eyes rose to meet yours. She seemed to mull over your statement, before bowing her head in submission and speaking quietly, “Permission to speak?”

A smile graced your lips, softening your expression and nodding to her in return, “You always have permission with me, Mai.”

And just like that, Mai’s entire attitude flipped at your nonchalance. Straightening herself up, she dropped the service act and eyed you with suspicion and wary, mixed in with tired disappointment at having to cater to your more… reckless wants. “It’s just that Lord Sukuna has told us to monitor you and keep you in the palace when he’s away. And you’ve disobeyed that… again.”

Ah, there it was. With a scowl threatening to mar your face, you turned your back to her and began to pick through the strawberries in the bush you had been eyeing before, “I’m in the gardens. That’s still the palace… Is it not?”

“Yes, but –”

“This one looks ripe…” you cut her off, not necessarily wanting to hear her prattle on about how your husband made it horrifyingly clearly that you were to say inside at all times when he wasn’t at the palace. You’d heard it all before so many times it had been practically engraved into your skull with ink, and you were fed up with sitting on your knees inside away from the outside world and learning calligraphy constantly. Lips downturned you plopped a good-looking strawberry into your mouth, humming at the juice and tangy sweetness that exploded upon your taste buds, before your stomach gave an abrupt twist and a foot kicked out against your ribs. You winced and rubbed at your belly while the fruit suddenly tasted foul, and you swallowed with a grimace, “I hate how hungry I get nowadays, especially when I seem to crave more than just human food.”

Mai had been watching you like a hawk, leaning forward to intercept you whenever you reached for another fruit, “Oh, let me get it for you –”

“Please, Mai, I can pick my own strawberries. You worry too much.” Batting her hand away, you plucked it, hiding it in your sleeve and turning to her with an exhausted smile as she took your fan from you.

“Yes, My Lady. But please consider my words, we can keep you entertained in the palace.” You watched the lines on her face carefully, creased at her eyes and wrinkles forming at her forehead, and you could only wonder if your pregnancy had been the cause of her newly formed stress (partly, you knew you could’ve blamed it on your husband, his aggressive and aloof behavior all in one keeping most of the servants on the tips of their toes, but you quickly squashed it whenever you remembered she tended to you entirely).

Of course, you knew she was only doing her job, however her job was also giving you a severe case of claustrophobia being cooped up inside all the time. It wasn’t like you were planning to ever leave the palace’s premises either, just small strolls in the garden or spending time by the pond to cool off. Honestly, you had reason to believe she and your husband were just worrywarts (yet for the latter, you would keep that strictly to yourself).

You nodded your head in the direction you wanted to go, signaling Mai to walk beside you as you sighed and lowered your voice, “The midwife told me exercise will help…” you caressed your palm over your protruding stomach, “The baby is already huge and only seems to keep growing. A little sun helps me too, Mai… I can’t stay cooped up forever.”

Mai took a few moments to respond, her shoulders relaxing and her voice regaining familiarity, “I’m only worried since the last time you fainted out here.”

Lips thinning outwards, you remembered it all too well. Not necessarily fainting, though you blamed it on the many layers you wore around the palace and how warm it was getting outside, but you remembered the aftermath and how your husband had all but slaughtered a few lowly servants in retaliation as to letting you out (and because of his temper). You had thought the gore would’ve had you running, but you’d grown so used to him murdering someone whenever they slightly pissed him off you could only sigh at the thoughts. Of course, you knew Mai’s worry also came out of fear, however you weren’t about to let him do anything to her. “I know, but I feel fine… Just swollen feet and my back aching every time I move.”

And the baby kicking at your body whenever something displeased him.

Mai sighed your name exasperatingly, dropping the formalities, “Please, given your condition I think it’s best if you return to the palace.”

Irritation began to seep in your muscles, your baby moving in response to your emotions as your feet marched faster to walk. If you wanted to walk around the garden, you were allowed to, you would deal with your husband later if he found out. “What my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him… Just another stroll and we can go back in, I’m getting tired anyways.”

“My Lady – oh!”

Mai abruptly skidded to a halt, body bending quickly into a low enough bow for the towering sight of your husband appearing before you both. You spared her a quick glance, flickering back to your husband, Lord Sukuna, when you realized he wasn’t the least bit concerned over her. He kept all four eyes on you, a challenging glare in them and you nearly wanted to laugh at the sight of two of his arms crossed and the other two planted on his hips. He looked every part of a disappointed husband – a father in the making, and you could already feel the talking your ear was going to get. Ah well, you could always feign falling asleep on him, that seemed to always make him softer.

Bending slightly into your own bow, he spoke, addressing Mai with a singular command, “Leave,” and you only returned back to your own height whenever you peeked that she was gone. You held back the groan at the pull your spine gave, wincing slightly at the shine of the sun before his large form eclipsed it as he finally moved close to you with no one in sight. The familiarity of his warmth and scent eased some of your irritability, wondering why he was back to early and ecstatic that he came to look for you once he couldn’t find you.

You smiled up at him, rolling the strawberry around your fingers before gesturing with your head to the path you had been walking, “Walk with me?”

Sukuna was ever-so unwavering in his staring, watching you practically dawdle in your place with the world’s most unamused expression, “Weren’t you told to stay inside?”

You repressed a shudder at his rough voice as your skin prickled, another sigh leaving while your shoulders slumped; caught. “I might remember you telling me that.” He seemed to not be in the mood for your sweettalking.

A loud exhale made your smile turn sheepish. “You piss me off.”

You knew that was coming, pulling out your hand from the sleeve to produce the strawberry from before, letting his eyes follow the way you rolled it into your palm, “But you’re here now… Nothing could really happen now since I have you.”

Sukuna’s eyebrow furrowed, eyes narrowing inward before he scowled at you enough to let his upper lip slightly curve over his teeth, “Changing the subject won’t help you. Are you gonna walk back, or do I have to carry your ass and –"

In a bold move you silenced him, pressing the strawberry to his lips with two fingers and slightly pushing it forward in hopes he would eat it. His eyes couldn’t narrow or glare any further, shooting from you to the fruit, and holding them there for a few moments and you wanted to giggle because it nearly looked like he pouting. Your husband never really ate human food, perhaps to humor you before he would spit it out and complain about the horrid taste it gave him, however there were a few times his interest would peak and want a bite of whatever you had in your hand – especially when said food seemed to satisfy you so much. You supposed it was his curiosity to understand you better, having a human in such close quarters and as a wife was perhaps as jarring as it was to have him as your husband.

Toying with him, you said, “It gave me bad taste earlier… Want to try it?”

Sukuna’s lips twitched behind the fruit, a clear sign he’d indulge you that time and when you went to move your hand away from him, one of his hand snatched your wrist with a small squeeze. An unspoken word for you to leave your fingers on the fruit and indulge him. And you did so with coquettish blink, pressing the strawberry harder against his lips until they gave way and his teeth were biting into it with the juice from inside sliding down your fingers as he slowly and sensually ate the strawberry from your fingertips. It didn’t help that he kept his eyes on your own the whole time, your cheeks burning as you never were able to get used to your husband’s forward assertion on sensuality.

Your breath caught and eyes widened when his tongue slid over the length of your fingers before slipping in his mouth and sucking on them until they were free of any residue stickiness. You couldn’t help the rapid beat of your heart, lips parting as his thumb tapped in rhythm to your pulse point before he let go of your fingers with a loud ‘plop!’ and a satisfied hum rumbling out of him as you could only gaze dumbfounded at the saliva coating your fingers. After a few moments you cleared your throat and swallowed, eyeing him warily as you knew his stomach probably wouldn’t last long and he’d be hacking it up with loud complaining.

And on cue, you watched fascinated as the mouth on his stomach frowned.

Oh, here it comes. It never lasted long in his system.

You sighed as he spat it out, licking his lips and scowling at the ground, “You’re right, tastes like shit.”

“Would you like me to say something to the servants?” you asked, mentally cheering with a soft smile on your face when he fell into step with you to walk along the gardens. It was never hard to get what you wanted out of him.

“It’s not poor gardening skills, it’s you.” You opened your mouth, ready to backtalk at the insult, yet he silenced you with a hand raised before one of his fingers traced along your cheek, “Weren’t you waddling in and practically whining for some of my food?”

How could you forget, a week ago you’d been lured out of your bed chamber by the most mouthwatering smell and your baby kicking incessantly once your stomach growled. You had stumbled upon Sukuna and Uruame, the latter making Sukuna’s dinner and the dinner something you never were to partake in since his appetite did not quell your hunger. However, when you found yourself salivating with your stomach rumbling and your baby kicking, it was a jarring experience to come to realize you were indulging in cannibalism and liked it. Liked it so much your child never rolled in a fit that night and Sukuna had been extra attentive to you afterwards with his praising.

An answer was on your tongue, though you chose to neglect saying anything when your taste buds twitched at the thought of that dinner and instead enjoyed your walk in peace. Your husband only snorted, a slight laugh leaving him at your pout before he returned his limbs to himself and rolled his gaze forwards on the path you’d been on. Times with him were normally relaxing as he was actually rather lazy when he had nothing to do, his affections ranging from just enjoying your presence in silence to twirling your hair around his finger whenever you were close enough. You never minded, glad to spend time with him though it was equally as nice whenever he seemed get even clingier once finding out you were pregnant.

Even his soft, lingering touches moments ago set your heart ablaze, and you wondered if he felt the same whenever you ran your fingers through his hair whenever he felt like resting his head in your lap.

Minutes into your relaxing walk you felt it, an agonizing cramp pulsing in your back and the soles of your feet screaming in protest at being mobile for too long. Of course, you get some time to do something with him and your body halts that and screams at you to stop. You didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to bother him nor ruin the peaceful moment you were so grateful to have. Although the pain in your body had other plans, cramping upwards and throbbing whenever you tried to take another step so much you immediately had to double over with one hand resting on your stomach.

You stopped, the other hand moving to hold your aching back, and you were vaguely surprised he stopped at the same time. A wince and awkward bouts of silence later, you groaned and straightened back up, “I’m sorry, I think it gets worse every day.”

Sukuna remained silent and still, before a rumbling from his chest prickled the hair on the nape of your neck. “Hm, almost like you should’ve listened to me.” He was back in that disappointed husband stance, and you knew if you were to look into his face you’d see the smug grin at your misfortune. Gritting your teeth you didn’t give him the satisfaction, watching glumly as he sighed rather loudly and moved away from your side to continue walking in the direction of this palace.

You reaped what you sowed you supposed, having to walk back alone after being told not to be out of the palace when he wasn’t there. And your body complaints for moving about too much agreed, a quiet moan of frustration leaving you as you closed your eyes and counted to ten to calm your nerves, reopening them when the pain muted itself into a dull ache for the time. However, you completely clammed up at the sight of your husband bent down in front of you, the black of his haori draped over his shoulders shielding your view of his sculpted back and his face turned forward giving you no indication of what he was doing.

Yet, he did seem like he said something, though you were too befuddled to even understand what he had said.  

“What –”

“Are you deaf?” he interrupted, turning his head slightly and motioning with his head from you to climb onto him, “I said get on, before I change my mind.”

He wanted you… to ride… on his back? Never once did he ever engage in something like that with you (besides carrying you in his arms, but that had been the night of your wedding and he’d practically tossed you on your beds afterwards), though you weren’t about to pass by the chance for him to carry you. Though you weren’t too sure how to climb on his back and hold on so heavily pregnant, Sukuna didn’t have four arms for nothing you supposed.

Not wanting him to change his mind and keep him waiting, you clambered onto him to best you could dressed in several layers with your legs kicking free to slip underneath the lower set of his arms. You held back a squeal when your baby kicked at all the movements, arms flying forward to nearly constrict Sukuna’s airway off as he in return grunted and stood to his full height while beginning to move forward in a slow pace. You were grateful he was taking it slow, still trying to get comfortable and trying not to think about how bad it would hurt to fall off his back from his enormous height…

“Stop fucking squirming…” he grunted again, readjusting you with his arms as your body reclined higher up on his back and he continued walking, “Acting like I’ve never touched you before.”

“It’s not that. He – “ you cut yourself off, you hadn’t necessarily told him that you believed your baby was a boy, and you didn’t want to hear any of his teasing, “the baby kicks and squirms whenever I move too much.” Or whenever he hears your voice, you groused, further proving your point when he kicked at you again whenever Sukuna spoke once more. You wondered if he could feel the kick on his back.

“Damn.” A pause of silence and Sukuna was jostling you on his back, “How much does that prick weigh? Or is that all you?”

Your hand itched to slap the back of his neck, though you held yourself together and only offered him a scoff while making yourself comfortable, “He takes after his father.”

“And he wiggles like a worm, just like his mother.”

You had half a mind to say something about him referring to your child as a boy, your cheeks hot when you rested your chin atop his shoulder and eyes growing lidded with sleep while he inadvertently rocked you with his steps. You bit the inside of your cheek in a girlish thought that your husband was walking slower on purpose, rolling your ankles to stop you from kicking your feet at the idea he wanted to spend more time with you alone. Then again, he was doing all of it for you when he could’ve just left you alone, or not come out to find you at all.

Maybe some days he missed you as much as you missed him.

In a bold declaration, you pushed yourself forward until your nose was skimming Sukuna’s cheek, a chaste kissed you placed there seconds later whenever he didn’t say or do anything to push you away, “Thank you, my Lord.”

Sukuna hummed low in his throat, a deep rumbling that vibrated against your arms and soothed your aching ribs, “Don’t get used to it. I just didn’t want to wait around for your slow ass to waddle back in.” Though he sounded rather harsh, you knew he was just doing roundabout affection in his own way.

Your head lolled against his, the leaves on the trees above swaying you into a warm midday nap the longer you watched them through your eyelashes, “Take me to bed?”

You didn’t necessarily hear his response, though you weren’t dreaming it when his fingers tightened the hold he had on your thighs, the warmth he emitted doing wonders for the pains in your body as he secured you further into his back to ensure you didn’t fall off. You couldn’t help the smile, your cheek smushed into his shoulder as you took one final look at the sunlight path before you both and closed your eyes as exhaustion took its hold over.

With a last conscious thought, you reminded yourself to thank Mai later for allowing you a nice stroll in the garden – especially when you were doing it with your family.

[pinievsev]

FEAR

(as always requests are open and masterlist is pinned)

Pyeon sang-wook x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of death, a tiny kiss at the end.

Notes: thanks to my pooks @il-i-sam for helping me edit this, I wrote this at school and it was really rushed and had grammatical mistakes! You're amazing MWAH MWAH MWAH!

© The-Lemon-Boy on Tumblr

Pyeon sang-wook was always a man of few words and actions. He always believed relationships to be unimportant. Especially now.

Sometimes, he didn't want friendships either. He liked being alone, at least most of the time.

There had been times when he'd thought of getting up and joining the others during "dinner" but he was afraid. Afraid of what they saw him as. A monster, a murderer.

So even if he actually wanted a friendship (or more), he didn't have anywhere to start. Well, that's not entirely true. But again, he was afraid. Of what? He wasn't sure either.

But he knew that you'd be his starting point. Though he didn't know how long he had, since he never showed any signs of accepting your silent invitation to a friendship. You'd been there for him since he joined the group, everyone was afraid of him, made remarks about his scars.

But you didn't. You never said anything bad about him, he even heard you defend him once. You'd defended him multiple times. He just happened to have heard you once.

..

"Oh my god... I can't stand seeing his face. It looks so scary... Who knows what it's from?" The lady with the dog had said.

He'd heard her, but just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard you too.

"With all due respect. You don't know what it's from. And you shouldn't judge. You're a full grown adult woman. And yet you still make assumptions based on someone's appearance." It was what you had said to her.

He left after hearing that. A small smile formed on his face, which he forced down after realising.

..

Right now it was dinner time, he had stopped eating with everyone a while ago. He didn't mind not eating, but you did. You'd always get him a plate and find him, wherever he was.

He was sitting in the grave room, staring at the ground, when you walked in. You walked over and kneeled down in front of him, handing him his food. You had learned not to try to start a conversation, he wasn't much of a talker. You noticed.

You sat by him, leaving enough space for him to be comfortable. And started to eat.

Imagine your surprise when you heard his voice. Directed towards you. "Why don't you hate me? Like everyone else. I don't need pity."

You shook your head and moved closer. "I don't pity you. I know you can handle yourself. I just cannot stand seeing people be treated in a way they don't deserve. And you don't deserve to be seen as a scary murderer. Even if you don't think that."

He raised a brow at your words, still not looking at you. "I murdered someone. With a hammer right in front of you." He pointed out the obvious.

You turned fully towards him, placing your food down and sitting crisscross. "Most people here are scared of you because they believe the man you killed was innocent."

Now interested in where this was going, he turned his upper body to face you. "And you don't?" He questioned.

"I've lived here since I was little. I remember when he moved in, when my mum sent me to bring him a cake as a welcome gift, and when I found his door open and walked inside that room..." You hoped he'd understand; you hoped he'd seen the room, and you didn't have to explain.

And based on his reaction, he did. His eyes widened—the most obvious showcase of emotions you've ever seen from him.

"I've never run out of a room faster in my life." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he just shook his head.

He was glad someone understood him. You stood up. Stretching. "You should eat." You pointed out before going towards the door, but before you exited, you turned back. "Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, it shouldn't be too hard to find me."

..

About a week passed, and he did talk to you almost every day. Even though they were just general chats, it felt good for him to be able to talk freely to someone again.

Right now, you sat there, talking about what you did before this whole ordeal.

Well, more like him hearing you talk. But he didn't mind; he loved listening to your stories.

But your talking was cut short by a terrible screech coming from the hall, accompanied by Su Yeong's screaming.

Immediately, you stood up and rushed over, seeing Mr. Han shooting at the spider like monster that was chasing the young girl. You rushed and picked her up. "Come on!"

You shouted to Mr. Han, who followed you as fast as he could in his wheelchair.

You ran down a ramp, but Mr. Han's wheelchair got stuck, and he fell off of it. You placed Su-Yeong down and told her to go into the room where you previously were with Sang-Wook.

She wanted to help Mr. Han, but you assured her that you'd help him, and she rushed off into the room. You heard her crying to Sang-Wook. Asking for his help.

You spun around on your heel and bent down, helping Mr. Han back into his wheelchair. You ushered him inside the room as well. As soon as he entered the room, the monster quickly jumped on you, stabbing one of its legs into your torso.

You screamed out in pain, but you fought back as much as you could. But the pain was unbearable. You were about to pass out, and the last thing you saw was Cha Hyun-Soo coming to your rescue, and you heard Su-Yeong screaming, everyone else gasping, and Sang-Wook calling out to you. Then it all went black.

Once you regained consciousness, you saw Yu-ri sitting next to you, patching you up.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished up her work on your wound.

"Could be better. What happened?" She patted your shoulder, told you about how Hyun-Soo had killed the monster, and assured you that everyone was safe.

You let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again. But you were met with a different face.

Sang-wook was sitting in Yu-ri's place, and you heard the door close. He looked genuinely worried, which made you smile and sit up. With his help, you managed to rest your back on the wall behind you.

"What were you thinking, huh? You could've died." He didn't sound angry at all. You simply placed a hand on his arm and answered.

"I could have, yes. But I would've been fine with it as long as Su-Yeong and Mr. Han didn't." He groaned at your response and sat next to you on the makeshift bed. Placing his hands on either side of you.

"You might have been okay with it. But I wouldn't." You went to speak, but he hushed you. "Listen to me. Never do something that stupid again."

You smirked and leaned closer. "And why do you care?" He scowled at you slightly. And without a verbal answer, he placed his lips on yours.

You were taken aback; you didn't expect it at all. But you weren't complaining. You've been spending a lot of time together. You would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some kind of feeling for the man.

"Is that a good enough reason for me to care?" He asked. He didn't have his usual cold and emotionless demeanour this time. He looked genuinely concerned, worried, and happy at the same time.

"It is." You said, and hugged the man.

This was an outcome you wouldn't have expected at all. Not the bad kind, though.

[andthendk]

Late Halloween: warning! Mild Spice🔥

When I asked my friends for quick Halloween ideas, this is what I got

Y'all NASTY.....(I love it🩷) So after what, 5 days this is probably the quickest piece I've finished....albeit late 😂😂 I feel like this one's similar to one of my earliest lemon🍋 works? Anywho, hurrah until we meet again on smutweek, folks 😂

And yes they are full grown adults here. Anyways you have been warned ❤️‍🔥

[BEHIND SCENE PLOTS] I had no time to draw but wanted to share anyway...😂

- them cheeks (everyone's loss rly, the real "behind scene")😙

- full shot of cop Damian; Raven at first decided against using the sexy ver. because she respects the mantel and all its forebearers a ton(and it's silly)....but after seeing Damian's cop costume she decided she'll need to make sure they don't attend ;)) next year she's gonna make them go as frumpy salt & pepper shakers or something🧂🧂

- Titus in a three-headed Cerberus plushie costume + custom-made pumpkin Bottega bag for treats🐾🎃

- Kori, at the party, giving a knowing look while Dick's confusion twofolds *flashbacks to several of their own Halloween shenanigans*🌝😹

- (As per the lovely idea-pitcher) Damian later seriously contemplating, "I'm into it, but what does it say about me?" w/ Harley and her professional clipboard scribbling madly in the background🤡👩🏼‍⚕️

- Robin!Raven's revenge, 'cause no Robin gets f**ked over by the police and leaves like that😎💥

[kitchenlittle]

I want to make a little PSA and warning about future content being posted to my page very soon. I will not stand for the slander of writers who choose to write about Miles Morales due to popularity of the movies. Let me make something clear since it seems there are many fake Marvel Fans out there who know nothing about the universes. THERE ARE UNIVERSES WHERE MILES IS ALREADY AN ADULT.

Earth-8 comes to mind where Miles is LITTERALY a full grown MAN MARRIED TO GWEN STACY and they have 2 CHILDREN TOGETHER. Their names are Charlotte and Max Morales. LOOK IT UP IF YOU DONT BELIEVE.

Every universe has a differing age/look from the Miles Morales we see in the movies and know why? BECAUSE THERE IS DARN NEAR THOUSAND IF NOT INFINITE universes of Miles. SO YES. There is a universe with events just like the movie with slight differences and Miles over the age of 18. So litteraly any story about about Miles would litteraly be cannon in someway!

Just like how we can have a Adult Peter Parkers like in the movie exist at the same time as underage Peter Parkers like Tom Holland's. Or should I say," -Dr. Strange and the little nerd on Earth 199999 (AKA Tom Holland)"~Miguel O'hara. And if you were paying attention to the movies you'd know that Miles cannonly exist in live-action human form. Uncle Aaron played by musician and actor childish gamebino mentions he has a nephew who wants to protect to Spiderman. You see that same prowler Childish Gambino Uncle Aaron captured in the new movie. He was captured by Hobie Brown and locked uo as anamoly needing to be sent back to his universe. Meaning that Adult Miles can exist at the same time as kid Miles!

NOT ONLY THAT. But here is some hyprocracy I have found. THE ANIME FANDOM. The most popular characters in the anime are 15- 16. FROM Deku and Bakugou FROM MY HERO, to Luffy FROM ONEPEICE, to Sukuna/Yuji from JUJITSU KAISEN and many many more. Most main characters are highschool age. HOW IS IT? That they can age up charecter that alot of times we will never see 18 or older and write a fanfic sometimes while the charecter in the story is still 15-16 and get a away with it. But Miles Morales authors go out their way to age him up before they even write it and litteraly aren't wrong since their are universe where he is older, are weirdos and pe***. I don't see some anime writers doing that? Make it make sense?

I PERSONALLY DONT EVEN WRITE FOR FOR CHARECTERS THAT DONT HAVE A CANON ADULT VERSION OF THEM AVAILABLE FROM THE OG CREATORS IN MEDIA. Guess who fits the criteria? MILES MORALES.

A message for my unsure authors out there.

~So for all my writers not their scared to post their fics. Label it Earth-8 Miles who is a father and husband to Gwen and say it's a headcannon of what ps happend he's 18-25 before he got married if you feel that weird about it.

Some of ya'll are fake fans who completely missed the point of the movie and it's implications. Don't come in my DMs telling me to take anything down because I'm not. You will be blocked and locked out of interacting with my page. And if you feel uncomfortable block me. Just know if you block you will be missing out of 50+ fics I've been working on 18+ characters for about a year now and will be posting starting in July. It's littersly an event I've been working on called the 'Lemon Fest', since it's my birthday month.

Once again every charcter I write about had a cannon adult version of them made by the creators or is already an adult. I was going to keep this a secret by I've gotta protect my fellow authors especially if they are being wrongly targeted. Wanna get mad? Wanna get angry at some authors? Get mad at the ones the ones that write about you favorite anime charecters that are likely 15-16 then ask them to delete it...oh wait...you won't.. because if done that would litteraly be deleting 3/4 of the fanfiction written on this site.

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Old Bloodhounds

P13 | WE JUMPING MARK LEE LMAO 😂

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A/N : that's right y'all, I'M NOT DEAD 🤸🏻‍♀️ instead, what happened was i finally finished my bachelor's degree and was suddenly confronted by the fact that i am now a full grown adult and got an existential crisis/depression from it. nothing big. sorry for the unannounced hiatus guys 😞

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Fun facts about Robbie? Since we got some for Dusty

LmaO sure thing gamer!

(Also bonus content of the other two LMAO)

-Robbie, of course, is Howdy’s cousin (older cousin at that)

-Just like Howdy, Robbie also has a shid tons of siblings, only a very few he’s actually seen and has a relationship with (kinda)

-He’s so much of an attention seeker, it’s really hard for Robbie to say “No” sometimes or even put up boundaries. You can say he’s a bit of a people pleaser, despite his very seemingly selfish crimes

-He has mastered the art form of “breaking and entering”

-Despite being decently tall and a decently solid build, he’s quite weak. His only form of fighting he knows is “ram his head onto something and pray it actually hits”

-although he’s typically seen with a “:]” smile, his resting face is more of a “:<“

-Unlike his mob version, Robbie has zero affiliations with Dr.Stone and just knows him as that “grumpy doctor who is always an asshole to him when ever they are in town”

-Robbie doesn’t really much know of the existence of Dusty (cause he’s terrified of abandoned “haunted” places) however if he were to actually meet Dusty, he’d think Dusty is pretty neat (but will sneeze every time he’s around them)

-Robbie LOVES citrus (despite it being a repellent for beetles) and he can be seen casually munching on a lemon/lime on occasions

-He loves Halloween, but absolutely hates being spooked (WILL scream at the top of his lungs) (prefers going trick or treating or staying inside and watching Fnaf lets plays with snacks. Yes he’s a full grown adult, I do the same thing JFHHD)

-He munches on his tie when nervous (it’s very rare to see him nervous, but usually he is when he knows he’s done something wrong and made someone genuinely upset.)

-he’s a very oblivious mans

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The Five Senses of You

prompt: ( requested ) first she saw him, then she smelt him, after, his voice never leaves her head and when in Wyoming, she discovers what he feels and tastes like. or a very shitty Soulmate AU

pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader

fandom masterlist: HBO's The Last of Us

word count: 4.7k+

note: i don't think i got this 'soulmate' thing right, so, i'm very sorry - please be gentle with me.

warnings: cursing, some spoilers, bad bad bad soulmate AU. half edited, author is disappointed in this but that's fine - this is fine. also, please note, author does not have ability to diagnose others with any condition; some listed details are from author's own experiences. ❗️season one spoilers

The first time you saw him, he was hauling euthanized Infected corpses into a bonfire with about 20 other people. In a sea of muted colors, it was his arms in his dingy button-up that first caught your eyes but it was everything about him that made you linger.

He was mesmerizing to watch, so, you paused when you caught sight of him, keeping to the shadows, and watching him for the better part of an hour.

He was an intriguing man that you wanted to know more about, yet nerves always directed you off your wanted-path. Why you felt so magnetic to this man, you were unsure, and yet, so calm about your blossoming attraction. By any means, he wasn't a nice man, but for the life of you, you were desperately curious about the smuggler.

Can you say Daddy Issues?

So, you waited and watched from the shadows; remaining out of sight and mind, always up-wind, and usually from behind a structure. Timid, some might call you. Cautious, others defended. Curious, your friends knew you to be.

Feeling as if he was being watched, Joel would occasionally look up and around when he felt himself being watched - but chalked his nerves up to being the FEDRA officers on duty. You remained invisible to him, but you understood you were done for and he was all you wanted. With a single glimpse, your world had changed, and time would forever slow to an agonizing grind until he was yours.

The first time you smelled him, you were following him on the street - being ignored by him, but allowing for a nose-full.

He was moving stiffly through the crowds, those who were in his way just seeming to sense him - stepping out of the way. It was fascinating to watch, wondering what he'd done to command such respect but after lingering around the dining hall, you understood he was also a dealer.

So, you tailed him for a few blocks and it was then the wind blew, and you were smacked in the face by his scent. He smelt of body odor, yes, but also of fire and burnt flesh. However, because you understood this man to be something vastly different to you than anyone else, there was also a hint of... Lemon, sandalwood, and after another long inhale, leather.

You smirked as his sweat seemingly secreted his natural scent so that only you could truly smell it, wondering what your scent was to him. After three blocks, there was more wind, and you started to feel calmed from the smell, but then, you had to step off into an alley when Joel perked his head up and felt someone watching him again. He paused, looked around with suspicion, but then continued towards his destination.

You formed a plan in your head.

The first time you heard his voice, he was dealing you Xanax and you'd never be the same. Your life wouldn't be the same once you heard his voice, and now that it was in your head, it would live rent free. Once upon a time, when you had a family, the woman who birthed you had explained your sire was her "soulmate" and that you'd find one only after you turned 30.

Why age 30?

Who fucking knew - but it was better than when you turned 18! I know, technically, that's when you're a legal adult but for fuck's sake, being 18 doesn't mean you're grown up. So, for whatever reason, your soulmate wouldn't be revealed until after you were 30, and it took years to finally find him.

His voice was gruff, asking, "What're you lookin' at?"

"Heard if something's needed, you're the man to ask."

Joel eyed you, "Get outta here, kid. Don't got shit for you."

"Oh, how flattering," you quipped, "but I'm not a kid, and just need some help. You're the guy I'm told to talk to."

"I don't sell to - "

"Call me a kid, again," you narrowed your eyes.

Joel Miller scoffed, then sighed, arms tight across his chest, "What do you want, then?"

"Xanax."

Joel paused, "I got some of those."

"So...? Meet where?"

"You know the old Maccy's?"

"Yeah."

"Behind there," he nodded, the two of you parting ways for only an hour. He had stopped to up his stash, showing you the offerings of his slim pickings; surprised when you wanted the whole bag. "It'll cost you - "

"Here," you nodded, shoving the wad of ration cards and plastic baggie back at him.

"Shit, doll, if I knew you were a heavy tipper..." Joel mused, fingering through his haul.

"I don't need them anymore," You shrugged off, lacing your backpack up securely.

"Why's that?"

"'Cause I'm leavin' this place," nodding slowly, you eyed him. "I figured with all that's out there, I'd do well to control my anxiety."

"Smart," Joel shrugged. "Good luck out there."

You nodded, "Good luck to you, too... In whatever the fuck it is you do." With a chuckle, you waved back at him before disappearing - but neither of you would ever be the same.

Now that you knew his voice, he would float in and out of your head. Apparently, now that he knew your voice, too, he could hear it during times of distress, turmoil, and stress. Usually, Joel was asleep when your voice was ringing in his ears, preventing distraction from everyday work, but that didn't mean it was down to an exact science. He learned through your thoughts of panic when Infected attacked that Tommy was with your group - but couldn't communicate to him.

He could only offer you advice and guidance.

And in turn, you could only do the same for him when smuggling missions went sour. It wasn't as frequent during your escape West, but sometimes, you'd dream of Joel and Tess in a high-stress situation, offering words of wisdom and comfort to help direct him.

It was funny the way Joel would snap at you in his head to get out, never wanting to be the dependent on. He never needed help because he was a big strong man.

By that, you mean Joel was stubborn and didn't always listen to your advice, but he stayed alive because you were there, like some kind of angel on his shoulder. Joel's own conscious was the devil, constantly trying to beat your words out of his brain but to no such avail. If he was romantic, he might even say you had the voice of an angel but in this world, Joel didn't have time for romance.

You were like a bumblebee on a summer day: content to be there, content to observe, always dodging [Joel's] swatting hands. Like the bumblebee, however, you didn't give up; still buzzing in his ears.

After that, his voice comes-and-goes in your head by the time you and his brother, Tommy, find the Wyoming commune in Jackson. You're both welcomed after a vigorous interview where you were both granted entrance after being assigned jobs. Tommy would work in carpentry and you would put your old, dusty doctorate degree to use.

Now that you were somewhere safe, Joel's voice stopped visiting you as frequently, but yours remained in his leading up to his mission out West after Tommy. He was faced with endless foes, new and old, and you were constantly dreaming of him at night.

Not that you really minded, but you grew nervous for his safety on several occasions. Being a smuggler had it's ups and downs, and while you wanted to scream at Joel to leave Tess behind and get himself to safety, you always - and I mean always find a way out for them both.

Maria, being Tommy's soulmate and your friend, was there to answer your questions and give you a shoulder to lean on when you grew exhausted. You often wondered if you'd ever get the chance to see your mate again, but tried not to convince yourself it was impossible.

So, when Joel was "assigned" to the immune child, Ellie, you were constantly sleeping-in those days - constantly listening to Joel and offering your advice. This time, he didn't argue, he didn't fight it, he actually listened to you because Tess was dead and he had this child to look after. It wasn't easy, but, you eventually caught a break when they escaped Boston city.

However, that doesn't mean you were off the hook. Joel and this girl he traveled with, Ellie, encountered many enemies in their time outside the QZ, and while you wanted to help, seeing the ground split open and spew mutated Infected outside of Kansas City scared you shitless. You knew you weren't there, they couldn't see you, touch you, let alone hurt you, but you still grew terrified of these... Adaptations.

These weren't regular Clickers.

And then, after that, the two had limited encounters with people or Infected... That was, after Henry and Sam, of course. It's when you'd visit Joel the most; where he wasn't in physical jeopardy, he was in emotional turmoil and needed comfort.

So, you'd sleep longer in an effort to visit him when he was resting; simply being a presence in his mind to try and offer solace where you could. This was where he stonewalled you; refusing to let you in on his secretive past and trying to force you from his mind.

You stopped prying and just spoke to him calmly, letting your voice echo through his dreams as you tried to help his subconscious conjure peaceful images and soothing thoughts. He grew to rely on your words to bring comfort, liking the idea of someone caring enough that they're content to simply just "be".

He's never had that in a partner before, because even though Tess didn't always need to talk, she liked to keep busy and that always filled any silence. Joel didn't always like that.

So, through their journey on foot, you were the single constant Joel had to hold onto after losing everyone in his life. He liked your docile tones and the way your accent was different than his - where his was faded and yours more prominent. Ellie had no idea about the woman in Joel's head, she'd probably think him crazy, but in reality, she'd be excited for the man to finally have something to make him smile.

Or at least calm him down a little bit.

The first time you learned what he felt like was when you were tending to the horses as Maria gave her tour. She made introductions but you knew Tommy and Joel, just not the spitfire 14-year-old traveling with your soulmate. It was pleasant enough, making your introductions, but to say Joel was shocked to see you was an understatement.

However, when he went to had a private conversation with his brother, something in your chest stirred to life. You quickly wrapped up your chores before shouldering your pack and venturing towards town. You were just in time to see Joel lean on a lamppost, feeling his mind twist in confusion enough to make you approach.

"Hey, hey," you whispered, getting under his arm to support him, "don't fight the feeling, Joel, just let it ride."

"What - "

"It's anxiety, my friend," you sighed, nodding at him. "How your heart feels like it's going to break? Or beat right out of your chest? How the muscle walls feel like their coiling and constricting you? 'S hard to breathe?"

He nodded.

"Anxiety ain't no joke, Joel, here, come with me," you nodded, and to your honest surprise, he let you drag him off.

"You're her."

"Hmm?"

"You're who I hear. I-I thought I recognized the voice, but you left the QZ right after our deal."

"Keepin' tabs on me?" You teased with a small smirk. "Here, this way," you turned him, walking onward. He was quiet, looking distraught and his free hand still clutched his chest. You wondered, "What was it?"

"What was what?"

"Your trigger?" Joel sighed, shaking his head. So, you asked, "Your kid?"

His eyes snapped down to glare at you, making you look up at him with little patience. "Don't," he snapped.

"Think you're the only one 'round here who lost someone? Tragically?" You grunted, reaching your house's door. He paused with you and only then did you become acutely aware of your hold around his waist. You tried not to focus on the feel of his arm around your shoulders for balance, his coat blocking most of your feeling, but when you two stepped inside your home, Joel actually shed his jacket. "Make yourself comfortable," you offered, pointing towards the living room.

"That a fireplace? Looks new?"

"Oh, yeah, your brother helped me build it because he knows I prefer a fireplace over central," you shrugged, hanging both your coats up and toeing out of your work boots. "Sometimes the smell soothes me... Reminds me of summer nights before the world went to shit."

"Yeah," Joel sighed.

You nodded and moved to the master bathroom, grabbing the bottle you kept. "Here," you tossed the orange bottle at him, pills rattling like a decaying maraca. "I haven't used 'em all, and you could use one. Maybe two..."

"You still have these?" He asked in shock, shaking the container with a white, child-lock lid.

"I used most on the trip out here," you admitted, getting started on making a kettle of tea. "Wasn't easy... We lost 3/4ths of our group before we even got here."

Joel nodded, "I've seen some things."

"You and me, both, partner," you sighed, handing him some water. "Take one pill now, it'll help your chest."

"Why... Why does it feel like that?"

You paused, nodding at him, "Trauma has a way of keeping its grip on us, squeezing at inconvenient times. 'S not like there's psychiatrists out here, so, that's what I've got to help the pain..."

"It's not enough," Joel whispered, taking the single Xanax pill.

"Nothing ever will be," you eased. "Loss is exactly that, something we've lost. Something missed because loss means no more, to no longer have. Something we mourn because pain demands to be felt. And if we ignore it for long enough, sometimes, it'll build and build and build until it plugs our hearts up with grief."

"Hm."

You dressed the mugs of tea, telling him, "Not talkin' about it doesn't do what you think. We're all human, and one of the things that makes us human is our ability to empathize. Our ability to share stories and emotions and then to understand each other's pain. Look," you set the tea before him, moving for the loveseat in the next room before the fire, "you can put yourself in an early grave from stress or you can take a chance and try to heal yourself. Guilt will only weigh you down, and right now, it's sink or swim, darlin'."

Joel took the seat beside you, sighing, "Who did you lose?"

"Who didn't I lose?" You whispered back. "More than half my family didn't survive Outbreak Day and those who did, didn't last past 3 years. They're all gone, and some of them are gone by my negligence." You sighed and reached between the cushions for a flask, pouring just a hint of whiskey in your mug before doing the same to Joel's.

"What do you mean?"

"My baby sister was under my care and... And she got..." You sighed, shrugging, "Perhaps it's easier giving advice than taking it."

Joel's hand slowly reached out to brush against yours, hearing him whisper, "You don't have to tell me."

You sighed, taking his hand and leaning back into the cushion. "Moral of the story, Joel? It's a cruel world we live in, but you're not alone. You don't have to be ever again... And maybe, you can start working on how to process and let go of your guilt."

It was quiet for three long minutes, only the crackling of logs in the fire and slurping of tea was heard.

"Have you filtered yours?"

"A bit."

"Is that why you have nightmares, too?"

Your head snapped to look at Joel, who sighed, "I can hear your thoughts, kid, when you dream. When you're upset..."

"Just like you do, only... You now dream of both your daughters, don't you?"

"Ellie's not mine - "

"No, but you're responsible for her," you eased. "And now you fear failing her, as you feel you did Sarah, right?" Joel stared at you, but you squeezed his warm hand. "We both have lost much, Joel, and this world really fucked us over... But there's a choice that only we can make about working through our fears, doing better by those who we've lost in the past."

Joel sighed, "Can't believe it."

"Hmm?"

"Sittin' here," he mused, "before a fire, fuckin' tea in hand - with my other hand in yours... No, didn't think this was going to be a thing ever again."

"Hmm?"

"Feelin'... Safe."

You nodded, "Feeling's mutual."

"Hey, uh... How'd you know? That I was having that little episode - "

"It's called an anxiety attack and yes, they're different than a panic attack," you shrugged. "And, well... Do I have to explain it to you, or do you understand why we can hear each other's thoughts?"

"No, I, uh, I get what it means..."

"Then you know, when you feel in-trouble, I can hear you. So, something felt off, and luckily, I trusted my intuition."

Joel nodded, "Yeah... Lucky me."

"Do you make it a conscious effort to always sound like an asshole or is that just... How you are?"

The first time learning what he tastes like was after he came to you for comfort when he was heavily grieving his daughter after yelling at Ellie earlier. You frowned when you saw him, waving him into your house, and again, offering him a single anti-anxiety pill with a mug of room-temp tea.

You asked what happened, and he couldn't find the words. So, he let his guard down and allowed you to freely roam his thoughts as his anxiety still pumped him with adrenaline. You frowned at what he showed you glimpses of, frowning when you heard Joel telling Ellie that she was right, she wasn't his daughter...

"Joel?"

"Hmm?"

"Think you've got a decision to make."

"What're my choices?"

"Live and let live, letting go of the past, or... Let it kill you."

His eyes cut over to yours, "How'd you do it?"

"Hmm?"

"Live and let live, or whatever the fuck."

"If it were easy, everyone would do it," you admitted. "It took time. There's only so much a person can endure before they break, but instead of shattering, I simply leaked. I let my trauma leak by depending on others - not for anything other than human companionship. Your brother? He helped me a lot... He's a good man."

"He is."

"Doesn't mean you aren't. There's little use in comparing your life to others... It's not fair. It's never fair. But you have a choice on accepting the past and trying to heal or letting guilt consume you. That pain in your chest? Feelin' like you can't breathe? Feelin' like your heart is breaking all over again in your chest? That's you bein' consumed, but if you don't like it, you can make a decision about it."

He paused, the effects of the Xanax slowly taking affect as he didn't have much on his stomach and the pill seeped into his blood stream much faster. Then, Joel told you, "It's been hard."

"Doing what?"

"Takin' care of the girl - "

"She's got a name."

Joel nodded, "All right, yeah, Ellie. Taking care of Ellie just feels... Wrong."

"Because Sarah was the same age?"

He stiffened, "Don't - "

"You might wanna get used to the idea that I know about you," you sighed. "It's not his fault, but Tommy told me what happened... He needed a friend as much as I did, and he told me what happened. I can understand how much anxiety this generates for you, taking charge of a child the same age as your daughter when she died. I can understand why this would hurt you, but let me remind you, this ain't on the kids. They didn't do nothing. You think Ellie wanted to be born to help save the world?"

"Tommy tell you - "

"No, you forget, we live in each other's heads," you sighed. "I could hear you guys when your friend got bit..."

"Right."

"This isn't on anyone, Joel. You've reason to be apprehensive but I'm sorry to say, this can't be about you right now. This needs to be about Ellie... And from what it sounds like, she only trusts you and is used to everyone she loves leaving her. Don't give her more reason to hate this world and other people," you frowned. "She's been through enough, don't you think? Trust isn't given, it's earned, and we know if she was with Tommy, either could get hurt because neither trusts the other. You, on the other hand? She won't hesitate to listen and work in tandem with you. You might think letting her go with Tommy is saving her, it's the best and safest option, but she'll be scared shitless without you."

Joel sighed, "Guess since you know my mind so well, I should listen to you, huh?"

"Knowing you, you're still gonna do what'cha want," you eased with a shrug. "Just, one last thing?" He nodded. "Children shouldn't bear the sins of their fathers."

Joel stared at you for a long moment, then nodded sadly. "Think you might be right."

"There's no shame in fear, Joel," you reminded softly. "Whether you're 60 or 16, fear is a universal language we all speak. Especially now."

Joel slowly stood to his feet, "I should go. You probably had plans."

"Oh, yeah, for sure, big plans of sleeping," you teased, standing to face him. "You're welcome to stay."

"I should get back... Got a lot of thinkin' to do."

"All right, well, find me later. I work the morning and afternoon shift at the stable tomorrow."

He nodded slowly, looking between your eyes for a moment. "So... We can hear each other's thoughts?"

"Bit annoyin' when you're tryna work or eat or something and there's just a voice in your head. I learned to control it so that you come in my sleep. I like the ability to focus on you."

He breathed a long sigh, "I gotta admit, it's a comfort to me now. So, it's when we're stressed?"

"Sorta. Big, negative emotions can trigger our connection. It's only because soulmates want to protect each other, so, when apart, they hear emotions of stress, turmoil, anxiety... Adrenaline."

"So, if we're together, we won't hear each other's thoughts?"

"No," you smiled softly, "according to my mother, even if standing beside each other, mates will still hear each other. The goal is, however, to simply be at peace together and avoid stressful situations."

Joel frowned, "Why'd it take so long? To hear you?"

"The Connection between our thoughts aren't solidified until we're both 30. We would've had to meet in order for our thoughts to clash, and, uh, we did right before I left the Boston QZ. We were always destined to come back together, we just had to help each other get to where we needed."

Joel simply stared down at you, then, he nodded slowly, "So, soulmates, huh?"

"If you believe in such a thing."

"Can I try something?"

"That sounds suspicious..."

"It won't hurt."

"You don't sound reassuring at all."

"Just," he paused, sighing, "hold still."

"Oh," you understood, letting your eyes slid shut as his dominant calloused hand rose to hold your cheek. A moment later, his lips were pressed to yours - feeling chapped and raw from the blistering elements. However, when he stumbled through the motions, you took the lead to help him gain his pacing. Joel, by every means, wasn't a very good kisser but that was due to years of inactivity.

He sighed when your tongues swept over one another, deepening the kiss and forcing you two closer together. He tasted a little stale, maybe even with a fleeting taste of that evening's stew. But like his scent, Joel also had a taste that was all his meant only for you to identify. So far, it was a unique taste.

Was it... Pine?

Was it charcoal?

No, no... Could it be chocolate?

Hmm, now that you focused, you could distinguish the bolts of cocoa off his tongue. However, Joel thought the opposite and tasted a hint of raspberry on yours. The kiss was slow, a bit awkward, almost like two teens trying to figure out how to convey their excitement; but then, it turned even-tempoed.

It turned pleasant.

It turned almost exhilarating.

Perhaps it was because you were finally kissing someone or maybe it was because you were kissing your soulmate, Joel Miller. Whatever the reason, the kiss that started weak and turned pleasant soon became passionate and swelteringly hot.

His hands were in your hair, around your cheeks, down to hold your hips and waist, before circling around your waist to pull you in flush - but never disconnected the kiss. You, on the other hand, liked to keep hold of his neck and shoulders, just running your hands around his flesh before tugging on the short strands of hair at the base of his skull. Joel moaned into your mouth, so, you did it again.

"All right," he grit, pulling back, "you keep playin' with fire, girl, and you're gonna get burned."

"Look where we are... Think some heat would do us good."

He sighed, "I can't... Not tonight, not when... Not when she's leaving in the morning."

"Don't you mean, 'we'?"

"Hmm?"

You chuckled, "You meant to say, 'Not when we are leaving in the morning,' right?"

Joel sighed, "I gotta think - "

"I'm in your head, Joel," you whispered, "and I know you already made up your mind. You wouldn't ever actually leave her on her own."

He frowned, eyes darting back and forth between yours. Then, he whispered, "Think I could come back and see you? After all this?"

You nodded, "I'll be here."

Joel sighed, hands squeezing yours before turning and swiftly vacating your house. Like a girl in a '90s sitcom, your fingers toyed with your bottom lip as a grin stretched - and you giggled to yourself. Yeah, you fucking giggled - like you had some kind of crush! You knew you did, but this wasn't just a crush. Joel was your soulmate, and you had finally found him; not willing to let him go, but knowing there was a greater purpose than finding someone to live your life with. Case in point? Ellie - who needed Joel more than you right now.

You calmed your fluttering heart and got to bed, giddy for the morrow. When you got to the stables, nobody was there, so, you started on your chores. Not 20 minutes later, Joel showed up with a pack, and you chuckled before pointing out the horse he could use.

But before, Joel stepped up to you to offer a searing kiss to your lips before getting started on grooming the bay mount he would use. Only, this time? Your smile was impossible to hide, especially when Tommy and Ellie arrived to find their own horses for their journey. Tommy tossed his arm around your shoulders, the two of you chuckling as you thought how, despite her DNA, this feral little fucker was most definitely a copy of Joel.

Everyone seemed to see it but those two.

"Think they'll come back?"

Tommy sighed, watching the two ride off through the commune to approach the front gate. "They better," he muttered, giving to O-K to let the single horse carrying two passenger out of the fort and into the wilderness. "They better fuckin' come back," Tommy whispered with a frown.

"He'll look after her."

"Like you'll look after him," he nodded down at you, and together, you both turned back into the small town of Jackson in order to get morning chores done - after taste of mocha still left in your mouth.

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

For my🥚Tiny Talons AUs (except 🥚Tiny Heir❄, maybe or maybe not🥚Tiny Sting🐝, and possibly 🥚Tiny Animus🔮) Reader tied between either being a SilkWing or a HiveWing/SilkWing hybrid...

So they're going to be a HiveWing/SilkWing hybrid! They are either 50% HiveWing and 50% SilkWing, or 25% HiveWing and 75% SilkWing!!!

And they'd be so cute!!!

They wouldn't have full grown wings as a baby dragonet. If they were equally HiveWing and SilkWing, they might have more HiveWing-esque wings that were already there... Or they'd have wingbuds that woud only grow into wings after their Metamorphosis, if their wings were more SilkWing-esque.

Oooooo! Imagine what colors they'd be! I'm thinking either reds and pinks, oranges and golds, or pastel yellow and pink, but with some darker red/pink/orange/gold/yellow and black scales, due to their HiveWing side. They'd definetly have antenna, they might have a HiveWing power, and they'd be so itty bitty!

They'd be likely to eat meat and veggies and fruits and sweets, not being fully vegetarian like a SilkWing. Maybe they prefer less heavy meats? Like poultry, fish, and such. They'd eat eggs, enjoy honeybuns, and also eat raspberries and tangerines. Would bite an adult platonic yan if they dared to take away a piece of food, and would also bite them if they tried to syringe-feed them medicine. Favorite meat snacks include: small salmon bites, gazelle jerkey, and bird wings and legs. Favorite veggie snacks include: sweet potato sticks and steamed broccoli. Favorite fruit snacks include: raisins, raspberries, and tangerine slices. Their favorite sweets are: small lemon cakes/bars, honeydrops, and small chocolates in the shape of bees.

Baby dragonet Reader is doing their best to communicate to the adult platonic yans that they are not mentally a hatchling, all while trying to find out how they (and possibly the other older dragonets/teens) were changed into baby dragonets. Reader tries to be sneaky, but being in the body of a baby dragonet means they're rather loud, wobbly, and clumsy. The adults think they're playing, and Reader is exasperated over their predicament. Reader can't fly in their current state, so they have to either climb on things or climb on someone to get a better view. They're annoyed over being treated like a draginet and having baby limitations, like having to take naps and needing to eat every few hours and needing someone to keep an eye on them most of the time... but this is also something they wanted, albeit as an older dragonet.

The reason behind Reader (and maybe the other teens/dragonets) getting animus magicked into baby draginets is due to a traumatic incident that broke a few of the teens and adults, enough so that the adults went a little off the deep end, and decided to try and start over, trying to erase what happened and make it so they could have a happier life and memories. Depending on the flavor of backstory for Tiny Talons, they could have been abusive in the past or really friendly with Reader, they could have been friends or enemies, or rivals or family, it just depends on the backstory used for the au.

The adults set up a baby dragonet-proof hatchery, as well as a nursery-like room. The hatchery has soft carpeting, early learning toys and puzzles, baby dragonet books and scrolls, as well as little blankets and stuffed animals/dragons and play structures. The nursery is a large room with only one entrance/exit, which two platonic yans are guarding at all times, in case the dragonets need them or someone tries to hurt them. The nursery has different sleeping areas, such as small streams and little ponds for SeaWings and MudWings, rocky ledges with furs and pillows for SkyWings and IceWings and NightWings, woven hammocks and beds of vines and plants filled with woven blankets for RainWings and SilkWings and LeafWings and HiveWings, even larger hammocks and beds/nests that can hold and fit all of the dragonets or even an adult dragon or two. There are some cubby holes filled with different types of snacks and drinks, a few cubbies full of first aid supplies, as well as larger cabinets full of blankets and bedding and extra vines and fabrics and strands and silk, in case they need to replace or repair anything. There is a large book case and scroll case full of different dragonet stories, how-to guides on dragonet care, different cook books, and even the likes of touch-and-feel books and A-to-Z animals, colors, rocks, foods, etc. ... They also have a large chest full of different stuffed animals and dragon dolls, so the dragonets can either play with them or sleep with them or cuddle them. Reader has one, and while they find having one a little demeaning, it is also the closest they have to a comfort item (and no one will take it away unless it is to clean it). All in all, these two rooms have everything a dragonet or baby dragonet could want, and are only accessible to the adults, who keep a heavy watch over them. If any scavengers (humans) tried to break in to steal the dragonets, they would likey be eaten, or tossed off from the highest outcropping in the territory/mountain/Hive/palace/academy/wherever they are.

So now Reader has to figure out the mystery behind why they're a baby dragonet, all while putting up with the care of the adult platonic yans...

So... who's ready for this ride?

[megalony]

Look at us- Part 2

This is the second part of my new Henry Cavill series, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely to have.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me  @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @avyannadawn @dreaming-about-fanfictions @afro-hispwriter​  

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Summary: After losing a baby a few months ago, (Y/n) is still suffering horrible back pains that she needs strong painkillers to manage. But she has to be okay and in control to look after her family and she knows she is relying too much on pills to gain back her life and control.

Enjoy.

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With a bright smile on her face, Ella threw the crayons back into the plastic tub and closed the lid with an air of accomplishment about her. Her head swayed along with the song on the CD player next to her and she hummed the tune while she walked over to the bookshelf they used for toys and games.

Her bright blue eyes glanced around her before she put the crayon box back and slowly pulled out the blue plastic box with a sticker on that said 'Jesse'.

Ella didn't think it was fair that Jesse got to have special pens and erasers because she too liked them.

The blue box was full of erasers that looked like small toys, there were ones made like food, such as a burger or chips or a milkshake. Others were cars, animals and even a small sewing machine eraser. But the better ones were the plain rectangle erasers that had different smells; Ella loved the blueberry one. They were sensory to Jesse, he wouldn't try and eat the erasers for some reason even though he had PICA, he would sit and smell them for ages and throw them around. And some of the felt-tip pens he had were ones that smelt too, cherry, orange, strawberry, lemon.

It didn't seem fair that all of the fun ones were Jesse's. He didn't take care of them like Ella did hers, Jesse would blunt the felt-tip pens and ruin the ink and he would snap pencils and he threw the erasers. Ella never did that.

But she knew what her dad said. She couldn't play or use them if she was around Jesse because they were his and he got upset if she used his things. He didn't like sharing, he didn't understand how to share and the way to teach him was to have seperate things for all the kids.

When the conservatory door squeaked open, Ella was quick to shut the lid and push the box back into its usual place, feeling relieved when she saw it was only Brodie coming into the room.

"Mum said we're going out now." Brodie motioned with his hand for Ella to follow him and he waited patiently for her to grab her picture from the table which she held like it was made out of gold dust.

"I'm going to show mummy my picture," She proudly held it out towards him, her smile reaching her eyes as they walked through the kitchen until Brodie stopped.

"You can't show mum this."

"Why not?"

Ella turned around so abruptly she almost bashed into the kitchen table. Her smile quickly turned into a frown and her foot stomped against the floor as she waited for her brother to say something mean or silly about her picture. She could do what she wanted. (Y/n) loved all her pictures and Henry put them up on the wall in the play room or even on the fridge if he was especially proud.

"You've put Lilah on it," Brodie's voice came out as a small whisper and he did a quick sweep of the kitchen, making sure their mum wasn't around to hear him. He was the eldest, he was the big brother and he was used to looking after Ella and helping care for Jesse. Their dad treated him like a big boy, he gave him responsibilities and they had grown-up chats too.

Henry had to explain to Brodie that Lilah had passed away but with Ella, all he could say was she had gone to heaven because she was only five and she didn't understand what it truly meant or how much it hurt. Brodie on the other hand, could see how drastically it had changed (Y/n) to lose Lilah and how heartbroken it had rendered his dad.

He had also been told by his dad that he shouldn't talk about Lilah unless it was absolutely necessary because it was too upsetting, especially for (Y/n). They would always acknowledge Lilah's existence and would always love her, but for now, it was too hard to talk about.

"She's my sister, nanny said we can still tell people we have a baby sister, even if she isn't here."

She had drawn a family picture of all of them, it seemed natural and the right thing to do to add Lilah on there as well. Ella had never seen her. She briefly remembered patting and kissing (Y/n)'s tummy a few times. And she knew the picture in the living room was of Lilah, swaddled up in a lavender blanket and little white hat on her small head.

What kind of big sister would she be if she didn't put her little sister on the family picture?

"Yeah, but dad said talking about her upsets mum, it'll make her cry. Put it away and show dad when he comes home."

"But-"

"Ella, put it away."

With a huff and another shake of her head, Ella made sure to stomp her feet as she left the kitchen to go to her room and put the picture away safely until her dad came home. He would appreciate her drawing, even if Brodie didn't.

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"Can we go to the park?"

Turning her head, (Y/n) looked over at Brodie who had one hand subconsciously holding onto the handle of the pram out of habit and instinct. He was looking around the pharmacist like it was some kind of shop of wonder and every person was someone he could watch and study.

"If you want to." Something close to relief broke out on (Y/n)'s face and made her smile as she thought to herself.

She could actually walk today.

Sometimes, it felt like her pain was just imaginary, that she was having some kind of phantom symptom or part of a psychosis where she didn't actually have the pain at all. The other day she couldn't get down the stairs on her own and Henry had taken to carrying her up and down the stairs, insisting that he would rather carry her than watch her be in pain. But today, (Y/n) could properly stand up straight and walk without being doubled over.

Going to the park was on the way home anyway and it would do her some good to keep moving around. She was at risk for blood clots on a normal day which was why she was usually active and being a mum made her very busy. Being pregnant increased her risk of blood clots and she'd had two already, moving around significantly reduced the risks and it did feel good to be back to being mobile again.

"Prescription for (Y/n) Cavill," (Y/n) pushed the pushchair forward to the desk and handed over her paper prescription.

It was a relief that her doctor didn't ask to assess her again, instead she just re-ordered (Y/n)'s tramadol when she said the pain hadn't gone away yet. It was less hassle and so much easier to just stay on the tablets, just for now. They did help when the pain was excrutiating and even though she was feeling better, (Y/n) wanted to be safe.

She needed to have them on hand in case in the morning, she was back to being hunched over or even if she laid down tonight and she couldn't get a wink of sleep.

They were a necessity to have around the house or in her bag, just in case. It just meant that she didn't tell Henry she'd got them again. He had got her some other soluble painkillers that were supposed to be good and effective when he knew her tramadol had run out. She couldn't tell him she'd collected some more because he was starting to worry she was taking them for too long and if he knew (Y/n) took an extra one here and there to manage the pain, he would only worry.

(Y/n) didn't want him worrying any more than this, she was relying on him a lot as it was. He doted on her, carried her up the stairs, comforted her when she was sobbing in agony and he did anything he could to help. She couldn't worry him in return.

She slipped the small square box of tablets into her bag and turned the pram around, guiding them all out with Brodie on her right and Ella holding her other hand.

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A smile bubbled up on (Y/n)'s face when she felt a pair of strong arms suddenly enveloping around her waist and a chin perching on her shoulder. She could feel Henry's breaths tickling against the side of her neck and his chest rumbled against her back as he murmured something she couldn't make out.

She knew he had come home, all the kids had rallied to the front door to bombard him when they heard his car pull up in the drive. Even Jesse had gone towards the commotion with a chew toy hanging from his mouth and a cheesy grin on his little face.

Brodie had told him they had gone to the park and that Jesse had loved the roundabout, Ella had demanded he look at her new drawing she did earlier and Henry had obliged. Seemingly disappearing with their brood until he silently crept into the kitchen and surprised (Y/n).

"Are you feeling better?"

Henry kissed the side of (Y/n)'s neck and held her tighter to his chest when he was sure that she wasn't in pain. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, breathing in her scent. It surprised him to see her standing up straight today when he came into the kitchen but it was a welcomed surprise. He had left early this morning and he almost didn't go to his press meeting today in case (Y/n) was still in a bad state. He didn't want her continuously going up and down the stairs if she couldn't stand straight or running around after the kids.

But he was more than happy to see his wife finally able to stand up alone, unaided and seemingly without much discomfort or pain.

"Hm, a lot better today. Managed to walk all the way to the park and back."

"That's great, keep taking the painkillers for it though, don't want you waking in the morning and being back to square one again." Henry knew one good day like today could spread and last for a week or it could vanish in the morning as if it was all just a dream.

(Y/n) needed to continue taking something for the pain even if she was feeling a lot better. They needed to play it safe and make sure the edge was taken off until she was fully better again.

"I will,"

With a soft smile, (Y/n) slowly turned around in Henry's arms until they were facing each other and his bright, toothy grin made her knees go weak. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she could have melted right there on the spot.

Her arms moved to loop lazily around his neck and his arms tightened even more around her and tugged her closer to his chest like he was trying to merge them together. It felt good to be held like this again and to cling to him without needing to be lifted up to relieve any pain. It was thrilling to be back in Henry's arms for love, not for pain relief or comfort to take her mind off the agony she had been feeling.

"I've missed you," Her words were murmured against his lips when he leaned down to kiss her, his light stubble tickling her cheek.

"Don't worry baby, I'm all yours tonight."

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 88 - Mood Swings Part 1

It's the next morning and everyone got a full night's sleep... except for Ophelia and Xander. While Xander showers to perk up, Ophelia gets a wide awake Velma settled in with some toys so she can start cooking breakfast.

Vince: Good morning!

Ophelia: Morning, Vince. You sleep well?

Vince: Yeah. What are you making?

Ophelia: Smiley face berry pancakes. It's my gran's recipe.

Vince: I didn't know legacy founders could have grandmas.

Ophelia: I'm built different.

Vince: Can I help?

Ophelia: Sure, bud. There's some berries in the fridge. If you could rinse those in some cold water and dry them off for me, I'd appreciate it.

Vince: I'm on it!

Breakfast is served!

Violet's still kind of full from her nighttime snack and Ophelia and Xander don't want to force her to eat when she's not hungry so they let her play with Velma while they chow down.

These two need to bond if they're gonna take over the world with cuteness!

After everything's cleaned up, Violet decides she's hungry so Xander helps her into the high chair.

Val tries to knock out some homework because he knows his mom told him to get it done before the honeymoon ended and, again, the treehouse is no place for a growing boy to sleep.

Xander: Whatcha working on?

Val: Measurement conversions for math class. Like cups and fluid ounces and stuff.

Xander: You're in luck! I'm a bartender. I spend all day doing that.

Xander helps Val out while Violet plays with her food. Hey, at least she eats enough to be full.

Vince goes into the main bedroom to talk to Ms. Ophelia about yesterday. He doesn't want her to think he's a mean big brother. Valentin's always the one that starts being mean, not him! He just sassed Val on muscle memory. He really is trying to be on his best behavior!

Vince hears the shower running and is about to leave and come back later but he hears something else. Is she… crying?

Vince: Ms. Ophelia? Are you okay?

The crying stops, and the shower turns off.

Ophelia: Vince?

Had one of them upset her? Vince can't see how. He was trying so hard to show he was grateful for them being so nice and letting them stay here, and Valentin and Violet weren't being brats for once this morning.

Vince: Are you crying? What's wrong? Are we stressing you out?

Ophelia: Vince, sweetheart, no. Let me finish up in here and we'll talk.

Vince waits patiently for Ophelia to dry off and get dressed. She's been very nice to his whole family. If Ms. Ophelia is sad, Vince wants to help make her feel happy again.

Ophelia guides Vince over to the bed to chat.

Vince: I don't want you to be sad. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?

Ophelia: That's very kind but I'm okay. It's a grown-up thing, no need to worry. I've just felt a little… over-emotional the past few days.

Vince: Writing in my diary helps with my emotions.

Ophelia: Good idea.

Vince: Maybe my brother would be less mean if he tried it.

Ophelia: I know Val doesn't always makes the right or kind choice, but he's got a lot that he's struggling with. Try to be patient with him.

Vince: I do try but he's so annoying!

Ophelia: I think that comes with little brother territory. Mr. Xander is a little brother and he's VERY annoying but he and his big sister have a good relationship as adults. It might be hard now but I think you two will make it work.

Vince: If you say so. Are you sure I can't help you?

Ophelia: You don't need to worry about my grown-up problems, but you're very sweet. Your mom and dad must be proud.

Vince: I try my best!

Ophelia remembers trying to make her parents proud. At least with Vince, he succeeds.

Vince gives Ophelia a biiiig hug to try and squeeze the sadness out of her, because even if she says she's fine, he can tell something bigger is happening that she's not telling him. He might be a kid, but he's not stupid!

Vince might not be able to help Ms. Ophelia, but he knows someone who can. Who better to help out with a grown-up problem than another grown-up? Mr. Xander is her husband, he'll know what to do.

Vince: Mr. Xander, can you help with something?

Xander: Sure, buddy. What do you need?

Vince: Oh, I don't need help, Ms. Ophelia does.

Xander: What does Ms. Ophelia need help with?

Vince: She was crying in the shower. I heard from outside the bathroom door.

Xander: Crying? Are you sure?

Vince: Yeah, she said she's feeling "over-emotional" and it's a "grown-up problem" that I didn't need to worry about, but I thought maybe you could help her!

Ophelia's been having a lot of problems lately. Her stomach, randomly crying. It's almost like she's…

No, she couldn't be.

Could she?

But why would Ophelia not tell him? Xander hasn't exactly been checking her belly but she DID wear baggy pajamas last night…

Xander: Thanks for coming to me, Vince. I can definitely go help Ms. Ophelia, but I need you to help me by keeping an eye on Velma and Violet. I'll go talk to her upstairs, but just yell if you need anything, deal?

Vince: You got it! Thanks, Mr. Xander!

Vince is a man of his word and keeps an eye on the girls. Violet just finished playing with Valentin, so she's content to have some quiet time… for now.

Vince told Valentin about Ms. Ophelia crying so Val decides to spend his time doing something he thinks will cheer her up.

[sambinnie]

1. Solstice again. Creeping from the still house into cool air, then a run to smooth waters where even the dogs and their walkers haven’t yet rambled. We swim in almost-silence for a while, like steady kayaks, with a chiffchaff serenading us and the last of the willow fluff dusting the surface of the water, fish occasionally glopping upwards to grab a passing insect.

Home to pick a posy for the table. I must not fall asleep as soon as I sit down. I fall asleep instantly.

2. This spring has been wonderful. Besides the puffs from the willows along the river, the chestnut trees drip sap onto the pavements so our shoes click with every pace, and the ducklings, goslings and cygnets gather around their beady-eyed parents. Dragonflies and damselflies drone over the river. Huge poppies have grown in the chaos of the garden, I assume where I threw the seeds from pavement poppies last summer, and bees roll around among the stamens like playing puppies. I drive past the supermarket and see several people tending to a horse in the neighbouring scrubland.  

3. Have you finished Succession yet? This final series has been my favourite yet, for possibly obvious reasons — my stress levels were lower than my enjoyment levels for the very first time, so I could fully savour exactly how brilliant every single aspect is. Cast, crew, production, script — everything is perfect, and yet how hard to communicate why a programme about the world’s worst people is not just watchable but probably the best TV this year. This Vanity Fair clip with the director of the scene on Connor’s wedding boat is excellent and describes so well how TV like this is a kind of alchemy.

4. A brief sojourn to a foreign city, where the cathedral left me chilled but a record store was so exactly like the ones from my teens that I welled up and had to be pulled away. How do smells cut through all barriers and transform us so completely to our previous selves? I wanted to stay for hours and flick through every single album, and end up buying four, two I’d love immediately and two I’d hate, but would stick with because albums are never cheap, and the two that were harder work would become my favourites and stick deep in my brain forever. I thought myself too cool to be a Feeder fan at the time, but watching this video now I want to weep at how normal we all looked then, how clunky and average and awkward, how anyone who grew up in the 90s would recognise those bedrooms, that wallpaper, those lampshades, and how humans are so dumb to grieve things we didn’t even want at the time. 

But sometimes, for brief moments, like when you are standing at the stove making lemon and courgette risotto and listening to Head Like a Hole at full volume, your teen self and the adult self you thought you might be meld perfectly and all is well with the world. 

5. We read this book in bookclub recently, and I was struck at how we all struggled to verbalise our feelings about it. Was it good? Bad? Confusing? Funny? Unsettling? It was all and none, the live example of imagining a colour you’d never seen before. I was reminded of these two videos the algorithms had fed me, on Outsider Music and how audiences misunderstood the film of American Psycho when it first came out. Weirdness is so challenging, so aching and unsettling and new to brains which generally thrive on conformity and predictability. In the latter video, the film’s director Mary Herron says, ‘I have to always remind myself, sometimes I don’t get it, you know, when I first see something… particularly if it’s unfamiliar, it can be quite… there’s something uncomfortable or disturbing or it seems boring or like it does’t work, and it’s also because you’re just not attuned to it yet and it’s just sometimes you take time.’ Like those albums as a teen, the best, weirdest, most brain-engaging stuff often takes much longer to chew, but it’s almost always worth it.

6. (We also watched Mustang, which I recommend to literally everyone, although it does nothing to disprove my theory that all good woman- and girl-based films are secretly also horror films. But it’s brilliant, so please watch it if you haven’t already.)

7. I intend to make this tonight for the Solstice feast’s dessert. Happy summer, pals.

[thehighconfectionary]

From Flavor to Fun: Discover the Magic of Sessionable Gummies

Introduction to Sessionable Gummies

Gummies are a treat most of us have loved since childhood. But have you ever heard of sessionable gummies? These fun, flavorful bites are taking the snack world by storm, bringing a new twist to a beloved classic. But what exactly are sessionable gummies, and why are they such a hit? Let’s dive into the magic of these irresistible treats!

What Does "Sessionable" Mean?

The Concept of Sessionable Snacks

The word "sessionable" is often used to describe things you can enjoy over a long period without feeling too full or overwhelmed. In the snack world, it means a food item that’s light, fun to eat, and can be consumed in small portions. Sessionable gummies fall into this category because they are designed to be eaten in multiple servings, offering bursts of flavor without overindulgence.

Sessionable vs. Traditional Gummies

Traditional gummies are delicious, but they often come in small packs or large batches meant to be eaten all at once. Sessionable gummies, on the other hand, are made for extended enjoyment. Whether you’re watching a movie, hanging out with friends, or just relaxing at home, sessionable gummies let you snack at your own pace without the guilt.

The Flavor Explosion: What Makes Sessionable Gummies Special?

A Variety of Flavor Profiles

What sets sessionable gummies apart is their incredible range of flavors. From sweet and fruity to sour and tangy, these gummies are crafted to keep your taste buds excited for more. You can find them in classic flavors like strawberry, raspberry, and lemon, but also in unique combinations like passionfruit and chili or pineapple and ginger.

Unique Ingredients in Sessionable Gummies

The fun doesn’t stop at flavor. Many sessionable gummies are made with high-quality ingredients, including organic fruits, natural sweeteners, and even supplements like vitamins or CBD. These added elements not only enhance the taste but also provide a health-conscious alternative to traditional candy.

Why Are Sessionable Gummies Becoming Popular?

The Social Aspect of Snacking

Sessionable gummies aren’t just a snack; they’re an experience. Their popularity is partly driven by the social aspect of snacking. Whether it’s a party, a road trip, or a casual night in, these gummies are perfect for sharing with friends and family. You can snack together without worrying about the sugar crash or overdoing it.

Portion Control and Healthier Choices

In today’s health-conscious world, portion control is key. Sessionable gummies are designed with this in mind, allowing you to indulge in a treat without going overboard. Many brands offer gummies that are lower in sugar or include functional ingredients like fiber or antioxidants, making them a smarter choice for mindful snacking.

The Fun Factor: A Treat for All Ages

Kids’ Obsession with Gummies

Kids love gummies – that’s no secret. But sessionable gummies offer a new level of fun with their wide variety of flavors and shapes. From gummy worms to colorful bears, kids enjoy these treats because they are not only tasty but also visually appealing.

Adults Who Love Gummies Too

Believe it or not, adults are just as big of fans of gummies! Sessionable gummies cater to grown-ups who want to relive childhood nostalgia while still enjoying sophisticated flavors. Some options even include ingredients like collagen or probiotics, making them a fun yet functional snack.

Sessionable Gummies and Wellness

Gummies for Relaxation

Many sessionable gummies are now being marketed as wellness products. Some contain calming ingredients like chamomile, CBD, or magnesium, making them a great choice for unwinding after a long day.

Gummies with Functional Ingredients

Others focus on enhancing health, offering ingredients like vitamins, minerals, and herbs. Whether you want to boost your immune system or improve your sleep, sessionable gummies offer a delicious and easy way to incorporate wellness into your daily routine.

How Sessionable Gummies Enhance Gatherings

Perfect for Parties

Sessionable gummies are a hit at parties! Their bite-sized nature makes them ideal for passing around and sharing. You can even find themed gummies to match the occasion, whether it’s a birthday bash or a holiday get-together.

Ideal for Low-Key Hangouts

If you’re just chilling with a few friends, sessionable gummies are the perfect laid-back snack. They don’t require preparation, and their small size means everyone can enjoy as many or as few as they like.

Flavorful Variations to Try

Fruity and Tangy Combos

Love fruit? Try sessionable gummies that mix and match flavors like watermelon and lime or blueberry and pomegranate. These tangy combinations keep your palate engaged with every bite.

Spicy and Savory Options

Feeling adventurous? There are sessionable gummies that incorporate savory or spicy elements like chili powder or sea salt, offering a unique twist on the traditional sweet gummy.

Sessionable Gummies for Different Moods

Gummies for Energy

Need a pick-me-up? Sessionable gummies infused with caffeine or B vitamins can give you that boost of energy you need during a busy day.

Gummies for Calm

On the flip side, some gummies are designed to promote relaxation. These include ingredients like lavender or melatonin to help you unwind.

Making Your Own Sessionable Gummies

Easy DIY Gummy Recipes

Want to try your hand at making gummies at home? It’s easier than you think! With simple ingredients like gelatin, fruit juice, and a silicone mold, you can create your own sessionable gummies tailored to your flavor preferences.

Customizing Flavor and Texture

The best part about DIY gummies is that you can control everything—from the sweetness level to the chewiness. Experiment with different ingredients to create the perfect gummy for your snacking sessions.

Where to Find the Best Sessionable Gummies

Specialty Stores

You can find high-quality sessionable gummies at specialty food stores, particularly those that focus on organic or wellness products. These gummies often feature premium ingredients and unique flavor combinations.

Online Options

If you prefer shopping online, there are plenty of options for ordering sessionable gummies. Many brands offer direct-to-consumer shipping, making it easy to try different varieties without leaving your home.

Are Sessionable Gummies a Fad or the Future?

Trends in the Gummy Market

With the rise of health-conscious snacking, sessionable gummies are more than just a passing trend. Their versatility and appeal to all ages suggest they’re here to stay.

Long-Term Appeal

Sessionable gummies combine fun and flavor with functionality, making them a long-lasting favorite in the snack world. Whether you’re looking for a healthy option or just something tasty, there’s a sessionable gummy out there for you.

The Role of Packaging in Sessionable Gummies

Eco-friendly Packaging

More brands are focusing on sustainable packaging for their sessionable gummies. Eco-friendly materials like compostable bags or recyclable containers are becoming more common.

Innovative Designs for Convenience

Convenience is key with sessionable gummies, and packaging plays a big role. Look for resealable pouches or compact containers that make it easy to take your gummies on the go.

Conclusion

Sessionable gummies offer a delightful way to snack without overindulging. Whether you’re looking for a fun treat to share with friends or a health-conscious option that fits your lifestyle, these gummies bring the magic of flavor and fun to every bite.

FAQs

What makes a gummy sessionable?Sessionable gummies are designed for extended snacking, offering light and enjoyable flavors that you can consume in small portions over time.

Are sessionable gummies healthy?Many sessionable gummies are made with natural ingredients and offer lower sugar content, making them a healthier choice than traditional candies.

Can I make my own sessionable gummies at home?Yes, with simple ingredients like gelatin and fruit juice, you can create your own sessionable gummies tailored to your preferences.

Are there wellness-focused sessionable gummies?Yes, many sessionable gummies now contain functional ingredients like vitamins, minerals, and calming herbs for added health benefits.

Where can I buy sessionable gummies?You can find sessionable gummies at specialty stores or order them online from various brands that offer unique flavor combinations.

[hotmessindistress]

Drain Brain

So it’s been a while. Honestly, I’m not great at sticking to things. I always have ideas, and aspirations, I guess, but I usually just think how great they would be and ultimately, never get to it. I guess it’s, what that word? Procrastination? Yea, so anyway…. I can’t let it bother me, it is what it is, and as long as it makes me feel good, it doesn’t matter how long it takes.

Life has been, hectic, to say the least. Finally got married only to then find out that we are, in fact, going to have another baby! Exciting, yet terrifying. We are due July 5th, so around Erin’s birthday and we find out the sex tomorrow! Just another reason for me to procrastinate things some more! Erin seems to be happy about it…. It will definitely be interesting to see how she acclimates to the role of ‘Big Sis’. Hoping it will make her less entitled, but more importantly, make her realize it’s not just her world. Lord help me, she’s been craaaaazzzzzyyyy! She’s a threenager, all of the time. Sometimes we get into these tiffs and I actually have to take a step back and say, “you’re a grown adult, you can’t let her break you.” I never listen though. It’s almost always followed by immense guilt and shame because I hate getting frustrated with her. The attitude! The sass! My husband says he doesn’t think she knows any better, but I know she knows exactly what she’s doing. She wields that power well. A little sibling is just what might mellow her out.

Work has been going great. I started a new shift which allows me to be home during the day and most of the night. One thing it has made me realize is, I can never be a full time stay at home mom! Power to ya ladies! It’s emotionally and physically exhausting in a whole different way from just working. While Erin goes to school, I get all of the chores done and have little time to myself before picking her up. After I pick her up, it’s playtime/arts and crafts/watch endless Barbie episodes until I have to make dinner. It is never ending…. Recently, I have been going for walks, which helps my mental and physical health, as well as meditation. It never worked before but now, I love it. It has opened up a whole new perspective for me which has allowed me to start doing little things that I love. I started drawing, which really centers me, as well as reading! I’ve also made a commitment to myself to do things independently that I love, such as, going to the art museum, or checking out new bookstores/libraries. Since I feel so busy with life, I realized that I deserve to enjoy things that make me happy and time for myself…. I find that it allows me to be a better mother and wife. That’s is also the reason why I decided to start this. Just to write how I’m feeling or what I’m going through, just to kind of unwind and de-stress. Some days, I may not be able to get to this, but I know that it is here, and if I need to vent, I always have you guys! Please feel free to comment or if you need a reason to vent, please, don’t be afraid to chat! I’m hoping this can be an open forum for everyone who needs it!

“When life gives you lemons, just say ‘f*** the lemons’ and bail.”

-Paul Rudd as Church in Forgetting Sarah Marshall (2008)

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

10.9.23 Monday

2:56 am

Still,having windblow....My S-bones are cracking and still in pain... My scitica or priformis is aching...

I'm so frustrated... My butt muscle is really tight... Shit! I need a ,forget it!!!

10:14 am

I still have windblow... There are still people who are interfering so much on other people's lives just to harm them...

I feel so frustrated....I'm still stagnant on this new job and I'm still mastering the art of calling. Hahaha huh? "ART OF CALLING"....

Will be 42 on 18th, I have no progress....I feel bitter....I don't have success for 16 years... Since this windblow came into me, they just made me their suppprter, whoever people who are part of that and this and those organization... I feel so frustrated... I even lost my xfactor they made me cheap....I lost my xfactor!

If I met some new people, I don't even know their deep within if they are really concern or just simply jealous of me... Or simply want to copy me and erase me in this world...

Men that I like is no longer taking me seriously, I mean some are nice but just huh? Hi and that's it no power or energy... You know what I mean... My watts is not that attractive. Or when it comes to friendship, I lost the position that people want me coZ they simply want me...

One reason coz I'm poorish these days... So, sad in my part. I feel fat,ugly and wrinkled...

11:03 am

Feel the bitterness...

1:28 pm

I popped then from 52kg, I went down to 49kg now hahaha... My ideal weight is 47kg for my height but I'm fine with 49kg to 50kg for some energy....

It feels good to poops,angels... I feel lighter... I still wanna do my abs...

2:26 pm

I sensed a bad dj, that I wanted to order a kill angels...

I'm not a bad person angels... Let's kill particular DJ, I'm guiding you angels... I SENSED A BULLY DJ'S...

I grew-up in the church of christ since I was 6 years old then I became a fully pledge choir member until I finished college, my Aunt Teresa told me even the church people, to live it with heart and act for real... This particular 95.5 Eagle FM DJ John Lemon, seems a judgemental DJ.

It was my history... I even told this to Coach Vangie and the rest like Coach Gian that if they saw my angelic face way back, it was also my character... I didn't have any two-faced character. It was way back...

3:31 pm

I feel self-pity... Still,having windblow....

Do I have an old friend or I considered friends who are traitor on me? Aside from the new people that I met???

Yeah! I feel self-pity coz I wanna buy starbucks everyday... I need some self-fulfillment... Can't get new dates.... They shrink me for 16 years and I want to be likeable but I don't feel that way plus I can't get success...

I can't get make-over... I feel really ugly, old and wrinkled....I hate being natural, we all know it is so cheap... I feel self-pity...

4:36 pm

Weird! Done,watching " Bodies3x"... So, weird!

5:04 pm

Still on Eagle,my nana is still listening on them...

Hmm... I'm thinking of money and resting until 11th and waiting for rewave.. I hope I have the powerful link... I knew he got that power!

I want a progress and I need money and honey or my baby daddy... Hmm...

8:45 pm

Inside the peanut:

We wanted to have sex but we don't want anxiety, most specially me...

From the past days and there are moments that I wanted to have sex and I wanna aim something... But I must admit this issue put a hindrance on me...

Everyone should be responsible enough... Sex is a happy thing to have that can end to a sad thing. So, Sex it is somehow expensive...

There are some things to be considered...

We need to do the hiv test though I like Miles/ dread-locks guy but this is a factor to be considered...

The last time I bought a condom but I forgot this "HIV test kit" it is part of expenses, part of being mature, part of us as growing-up or to be considered as a "full-grown human being". That we are able to understand the meaning of being responsible and being a mature person or they call it "adult"!

If ever I want Miles/ dread-locks guy to do this in-front of me...If our faces are thicked enough to do sex, then we should do this "HIV Test Kit" as well....Sex is a freedom of choice... Sex is expenses! Sex is a responsibility! Sex is a mutual thing! If you open your penis to someone and me will spread my legs and let him see my vagina and feel everything then it is our responsibility to make sure that this journey will be a wonderful memory or will be the start of our beautiful adventure along the way...

Sex is with love and respect... But we should know some "expenses".... The happy thing that we can get from our climax but the consequence of it if we missed that small detail... It is important to have an "hiv test"... It is part of being adult and part of giving respect to your sex mate or partner.

[mcbex]

Living a Joyful Life

I've been doing my groceries on midweek nights when the stores are less crowded. It's not that I dislike the hustle and bustle, I just like to take my time. I smell the fruit, I listen to the music being pumped in over the loud speakers and I talk to strangers.(sh-don't tell my mother.)

Tonight, I had a wonderful conversation with a lady about how fancy drinks make us feel unique in some way. Pellegrino with lemon, drinking anything from a decorative glass or ordering off the specials menu, YES! The special factor makes us both feel just a little distinguished. Our little talk in the checkout line was delightful and reminded me that the world isn't as rigid as we see on the news. People are still kind enough to share a moment. I love that.

I thanked her for chatting with me and headed for the car. I was still feeling pumped about it when I got to the parking lot. So as I departed the store I looked both ways for traffic. With the coast clear, I took one step, then another and pushed off. Jumping onto the back of the cart, I rode my trusty steed to the car. I smiled at the people walking by. I caught a few cheeky grins and some definite side eye as I rolled swiftly to my trunk. Of course I couldn't help but think to myself, "Yes people, I can assure you, I am a full grown, competent and mature woman... just not right now."

Every time I do this I have memories of my childhood and think of how much fun this was back then. Riding on the cart always made me feel like I was doing something that made me feel a just a little bit different, which in my mind, made me extraordinary in some way. Then, I would sometimes wonder when I'd have to give up foolish activities. I wanted to know when I would feel like an adult. As if we can change our DNA to be anything more than who we are by growing older. Or that growing up would somehow change my inhernt joy. The weird thing is, growing up actually did for a time. The weight of the world can bog us down and brownout the delightful feeling of the light-hearted things that round us out and make us whole.

In my youth, I was itching to be bigger and smarter. To me being grown up was the thing that would make me special. I never realized it would also be the thing that could steal my innocence. Making me just as fixed as those people we hear about on the news.

The truth is I don't want that for my life. As I'm sure no one really does. So how do we live a joyful life? I think about this often as some people only talk of aliments, bills and complain. Did they loose there ability to be happy with their naïveté?

However some of us have found a key. Which seems to be remembering to be childlike when we can and savor the joyful moments one at a time.

I'll be trying this trick as much as possible. I'll savor the joy of my youth. I will order the fancy glass, read the book, and ride on the grocery cart. I will put down my cell phone for an engaging conversation, and I will watch it rain with my children. And Oh! there is so much more as well.

I think when I focus on what I have and relish in it. Taking a grateful hold on all that God has given me and just try with all my heart to pray for the rest of everything else the joy just sort of falls into place. After all, we may have to grow up, but we don't have to grow old.

James 1:2 My friends, consider yourself fortunate when all kinds of trails come your way,

Romans 12:12 Let your hope keep you joyful, be patient in your troubles, and pray at all times.