#affected me so much that i missed out on a ton shit and had so much i planned to do/write when i got better so i went from zero to 110%

[geddy-leesbian]

My brain has not felt normal in so many days. I mean it felt fairly normal for a few hours today, when I was raging about tumblr not making fancy ao3 preview links anymore and then actually did something about it and found a workaround instead of just bitching about it, when I actually finished/posted chapter 2, when my brother first got here

Now it's back to feeling fuzzy and weird rn

[seilon]

sometimes I think about the fact that through the neuropsych evaluation I had when I was 14 i was deemed to have a working memory related possibly-genetic anomalous neurological issue based on how insanely and noticeably bad my immediate recall skills were/are. and i did not learn about this and had just assumed it was adhd related until literally last year at the age of 21. because it was never addressed ever

[hwajin]

☆°. — 2024; in fics !!

since the year is coming to an end (and spotify wrapped finally came out) i wanted to make a short, personal tumblr wrapped, shouting out my fav fics i've read this year; to both recap AND animate other ppl to read them as well!! it's not a ton, but it's the fics that stayed with me the most <3

one shots

☆ ; 22 strokes ; @cb97percent || MYYY fav piece of short erotic literature this year. i've grown out of reading pure smut/ porn without plot and i get soo bored scrolling the smut tags lately, but god THIS was absolute perfection. personally, for me, good smut is when i'm reading more than just nasty fucking; and this definitely delivered. i also remember the visuals so well, like the first sentence i read i was instantly pulled into the same view i had when i first read it!! 10/10 would reread it a million times and not get bored!!!

☆ ; starry night ; @astraystayyh || AHHHH i remembered the feeling i had while i read this INSTANTLY like it catapulted me right back!!! like this is JUST the romantic shit i LOVE and yearn and long for, and reading it tore my heart APART i loved it so so much omg. i kept remembering this one shot from time to time when i visited museums OR looked at my starry night print above my bed!! i need to reread this fully next time i see a van gogh hehe

☆ ; wherever you are ; @hyunverse || god i remember this hurting me just in the right places and then flicking my heart back again. friends to lovers will always be my fav genre of anything EVER but the little twist added to this made this fic SOOO unique and fun?? like the way it's written in parts i enjoyed SO much, the continuous timeline of them growing up together, the writingggg??? this one shot inspired me to a fic of my own (which i've never finished </3) and i feel like that says enough about how much it affected me 🫶🫶

☆ ; the snow falls apart, we fall apart ; @/astraystayyh || i sobbed over this one. SO so much. the time where 'long for you' came out was so crazy because everyone wrote their hearts out and this was amongst my favourites i've read. the visuals are so impressive because i (once again) remember this one shot so vividly before my inner eye, like i remember laying in bed and reading this, close to tears and everything. the longing and unsureness and the unspoken love in this has haunted me for soooo long it all came right back when i saw this fic in my reblogs. i wanna reread it so bad actually especially since it's getting so cold and grey now 😭

serieses

☆ ; super bored ; @straywrds || okay. OKAY. mari, you're already fucking know what i'm about to say because i am annOYING when it comes to this series; but it is, no lying, the best i have ever read. if this was a full on novel i wouldn't even question it a second, and it would be no doubt one of my favourites. when i scrolled through my reblogs to check what fanfictions had struck with me i already knew super bored would be included because it would have been ILLEGAL not to. it was also the only piece i knew by heart, with no need of rereading a first sentence to remember the feeling i had when i first discovered it; i only need a quick glance at blue hydrangeas and frogs for the feelings to come back. or when i think of paris. or when i listen to this and this song (je l'aime à mourir was my most listened to song this year... like hello). like this piece has struck me SO incredibly deep and i so so hope that you know that!! (i doubt that you don't.... i was and still am in your asks about it like a leech jfjejd) like i truly and genuinely don't believe that there's another reader who loves super bored as much as me, the way my throat formed a clump when i skimmed over the tags i wrote!!! i miss the universe so so much, i hope (without any intended pressure, of course) that you get the time and motivation to finish it at some point, even if it's in 10 years time!!! after yapping so much i wanted to truly thank you for writing and sharing this piece with us; i hold it dear to my heart, every single day <3

[ambrozjas]

johnny with a shy reader

johnny and ponyboy x shy!reader hc’s ꨄ︎

johnny cade x reader, ponyboy curtis x reader (separate)

✧˖*°࿐notes 🧸 ᰔᩚ

aaah!! loved this request!! i put my soul into these small blurbs 😭 i got two reqs for johnny and pony x shy reader so i just decided to kill two birds with one stone, yknow?

✧˖*°࿐warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of scars in johnny’s, lmk if i missed anything!!

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

❥ first off, JOHNNY is also a little shy and quiet so you two would legit probably be the quietest people in the room

❥ i feel like youd guys would be very in tune with each other though, like even with just one look, you guys could understand each other

❥ like i could just imagine you and johnny sitting next to each other, you fiddling with his hands when nobody’s paying attention to you two

❥ like you guys can just understand each other, no words needed??

❥ do you get what i mean 😭😭??

❥ that being said though, if needed, johnny will come to your aid

❥ like, if dally’s bothering you an awful ton or you’re getting picked on, he’d def stand up for you in his own little way

❥ you both are quiet but nothing gets better than the late night whispers of affection you two exchange

❥ LIKEE..???

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“how come you ain’t talk much either, johnny?” you asked the boy in front of you, who lay on his side in your bed, gazing into your eyes with that kicked puppy dog look as usual.

you and johnny were never chatty, who needed words when you guys could just understand one another just by a blink?

everybody used to joke how you guys could communicate telepathically, but sometimes that thought didn’t seem so silly. it was like you guys were telepaths, and you could just read each others mind at any time.

but even with few words, you two didn’t get bored. it was at night when all the words came out. which is where you were now, tracing johnny’s scars with a gentle hand, nothing but love and admiration coating your touch.

he seemed to think for a moment, eyes darting around your face as if to memorize every feature of your face in case one day he’d never see it again.

“only words i seem to ‘ave are f’you,” he paused, taking a second to lick his slightly chapped lips, “feels like you the only person who actually hears me.” he confessed, looking back into your eyes and almost wincing, waiting for the blows that never come. he waited for the insults that would never dare leave your lips, but when you didn’t say anything, it almost made his nerves worse.

“johnny cade.” you said his name, eyes not leaving his face once. “yeah..?” he whispered, almost inaudible.

“i love you.”

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❥ you and PONYBOY are literally so cute together

❥ ponyboy is somewhat more talkative than johnny, so he’d be able to make more conversation, even if it’s awkward

❥ but sometimes ponyboy is a bit oblivious , so you might need to be a little more forward with how youre feeling

❥ sodapop always teases you both with how shy you are with each other

❥ would be more direct with telling people off for teasing you with ill intentions though

❥ you guys saw how bold he was for spitting at bob 😭

❥ AND UGH JUST IMAGINE HIM READING TO YOUUU

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your head was in ponyboy’s lap as he read one of his favorite books to you, ‘great expectations’. he was mid sentence before you dozed off, his hand buried in your hair and gently rubbing at your scalp with his free hand.

“.. and the clocks all stopped together. an e..ep—épergne, or center piece of some kind was in the middle of this cloth.’ did i say that right?” he had asked you, unaware that you had already nodded off.

“hey? you there?” he asked, tilting his head forward a little bit to check on your face, before taking notice of your sleepy state.

“oh—! shit..” he whispered. his hand still caressed your head, a soothing mechanism so you wouldn’t wake up. he couldn’t help but look lovingly at you in your serene state, how did he end up with such a perfect partner?

he smiled softly, before readjusting the book in his hand and continuing to read, still scratching at your scalp with his right hand. he didn’t mind if his legs fell asleep, as long as you got some sleep was all that matters.

boy, was ponyboy whipped.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dkfkejddksk SORRY I HAVENT BEEN PUMPING OUT FICS THAT MUCH IVE BEEEN SOO BUSY WITH SCHOOLWORK !!

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[levi501ackerman]

MASTERLIST by Levi501ackerman

ao3

Hange x Reader

Steel Heart | chapter index

"The Royal King's Guard will lay down their lives and dedicate their hearts to return you unharmed to Mitras Castle where you will marry and become Queen. The Marelyan Cult who believe you are the key to perform their ritual will do anything to obtain your body and unlock their most powerful weapon. You just want to win the heart of a certain Knight."

Stars at Night Turned Deep to Dust | Angst

"You were in an accident that caused you to have amnesia and forget your love with Hange. You've turned annoyed with the person who was once your wife."

Here Before and After Me | Fluff

"Levi overheard another conversation the night before retaking Wall Maria. He didn’t know that his best friend had someone special to them."

Silly | Fluff

A quick story of a reserved reader that wants to make Hange laugh lol.

My Chance Has Come At Last | Fluff

"AU where Levi, Hange, and Erwin go Miche's birthday party. There’s a shit ton of people and Hange sees you in the crowd. Hange thought you were too pretty to talk to her. She didn’t expect her shirt to be the conversation starter between you two."

Crazy Girls | Fluff

"AU where Halloween night Levi watches Hange hype up her hot girlfriend."

Comic |

"Hange worked on your graduation gift for weeks, only for you to end up forgetting about them."

Levi x Reader

She Looks Just Like a Dream | Fluff

"One day the scouts find out Levi has a wife. Everyone wants to meet her."

Living In A Dream | Pining

"Levi refuses to date a subordinate so instead he pines over you. Kind of ridiculous how much he overthinks every interaction with you."

Object of Affection | Fluff

"Some may think Levi is whipped or your servant. But acts of service is how Levi shows his love."

Wish That I Could | Angst

"Levi missed his chance to date you. So he watches you from afar."

Allegiance | Part 1 Part 2 (discontinued)

"You're a wealthy citizen from Stohess. When the survey corps are in the city, you can't help but fall for a cute captain."

That Day | Angst

"Ever since That Day . . . Anytime you became lucid, Levi spent all the time with you that you could offer him."

E X T R A S :

RIP AOT

Levi x social media

[byjove]

Hello random person I follow, I just wanted to share in the squirrel meat trauma. I am from rural PA so it’s northern Appalachia. 1. One time my cousin ate raw squirrel meat as a kid and it was so nasty and she threw up so much she’s been a vegetarian ever since. She was five. Now she’s 34. 2. Cooked squirrel is…not great. I know you know this. I know this too. Intimately. 3. One time in high school a boy that sat by me in homeroom brought me a squirrel pelt for my birthday. He shot it that morning and just brought it to me in a big ziplock bag of salt to get the skin to dry out. He was a pretty normal guy. He’s an even more normal guy now. Sells insurance. Upper middle class. Bland as shit. What kind of hillbilly nonsense was that. 4. Now I live in a big city and am still the kind of nuts food hoarder that has a chest freezer in my apartment so I can have a shit ton of like, venison cabbage rolls and venison pierogi and frozen fresh corn and berries for pies and shit on hand because my hillbilly ass grandmothers drilled into me that you had to stock up for winter or your family might go hungry. I live alone. I’m never going hungry.

Omg. I think my grandpa made my cousin eat a squirrel heart once in line with tradition (or threatened to) but consuming raw mammal meat fills me with dread. High school home room boy was obviously trying to bring you dead animal parts to win your affection like a cat. We were a canning family, meat went in the freezer and fruit and veg got canned. And jerky. SOOO much venison jerky. I miss having a freezer full of venison but my grandpa has dementia and my uncle is in poor health so all of the hunters in my family no longer hunt. Also I’m terrified of chronic wasting disease, I know they say it isn’t transferable to humans but jfc prion diseases scare me.

People on that post are asking what squirrel tastes like and I’m like. The taste is not the major problem, the texture is. It tastes gamey and it’s stringy and dry. I’m sure it’s better in things like gumbos and other assorted stews but my grandmother only prepared it pan fried with white gravy and mash potatoes because my grandpa is a picky eater, and it was NASTYYYYYY. Walking in to find my grandma making biscuits and sausage gravy was like hitting the lottery, waking in to find my grandma making venison and gravy was okay, squirrel and gravy day was a travesty.

[sweetcocopowder]

♡ Destiel Valentine's Day Special ♡

Synopsis: Castiel has never celebrated Valentine's Day and so he wishes to do so with Dean. He wishes to show Dean how much he loves him and from the YouTube tutorials he's watched, things seem to work

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Childhood trauma/anal/biting/marking

Notes: @ja3hwa helped me a shit ton on this fic. I couldn't have finished it without her ehhe. But I did it, it is here on time and I'm quite happy with it. I wish I had more time, but eh, what are you going to do? Sue me!?

Flowers had just been the beginning of it all. He had found them by his bed side when he woke up. Being very confused and still very tired, he went to seek out anyone in the bunker for an answer.

Then it had turned into petals down every single corridor in the bunker. That had Sam laughing up a lung when all Dean could do was look around confused in the main foyer. Everywhere was covered in red rose petals. On the chairs, on the table, on the bookshelves. It was like some cupid had come around and vomited up petals.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Dean had asked with his face scrunched up with one of those looks.

Sam had only shrugged and said, “Maybe.”

Then, he had walked away with a shit eating grin on his face that had Dean boiling with anger. With that, the discission to go back to his room was adamant. He wanted to change and get dressed for the day. But, he found something else.

Castiel, an angel of the lord and a warrior for heaven, throws unwrapped chocolates onto Dean’s bed.  

For a moment, the hunter can only stand there and watch the angel grab a handful of chocolates from a larger than life box -most likely from Costco with Sam’s membership if his brother is in on this- before throwing them onto the bed like he’s throwing a frisbee. The sight is… it’s a sight.

Dean clears his throat and Cas whips around with wide blue eyes. If the angel had any feathers, Dean can take a guess that they would be ruffled.

“Was that you with all…” Dean waves his hand as if shooing a fly, “that out there?”

“Do you like it?” Is the reply he gets from the angel as he takes a step away from the bed.

Dean can only stare, his gaze flicking to the chocolates on his bed to the angel with his brows raised waiting for an answer. He clutches the large box to his chest, almost like holding a child it’s that big. But Dean doesn’t know what to say. Like, yeah he likes it but… this has never happened to him before.

“I uhh-“

Cas’s brows furrow before he crosses the room to Dean, throwing the box of chocolates beside the bed.

“You do know it’s Valentine’s Day today, right?” Cas asks.

Valentine’s Day!? It’s February already!? Dean tries to hide his panic but it’s clear on his face. Where in hell did January go!? They’ve been on so many hunts lately that they nearly missed New Years! And now Valentine’s Day!? This year was going by quicker than he thought.

He tries to play it off with a smirk and a gruff, “Of course I knew!”

But the angel doesn’t look impressed.

He raises a hand to cup Dean’s cheek who flinches slightly at the touch. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Cas, but he makes no comment of it.

“It’s alright if you forgot,” Cas says softly.

Dean chortles at this as he softly takes the angel’s hand off of his face. But he doesn’t let go of it, holding onto it between them.

“That’s not the point,” Dean murmurs.

Cas raises a brow with a tilt of his head, urging the hunter to go on. This leads to Dean letting out a staggered sigh. He didn’t really know the point himself, nor why he constantly acts so recoiled with Cas’s affection at times. He did love the angel, but the image of his father would come creeping in his mind at times. And it always left a distaste in his mouth.

Why couldn’t he just love the angel they way Cas wanted, the way he needed.

“I’m just…” The hunter huffs, rubbing his scruffy chin, then his eyes. Before pinching his nose with another huff. Cas could see Dean turn on himself, something he did a lot. He’s self-destructive.

“Dean. It’s okay.” Cas can’t recall a moment he didn’t say this to his lover.

It’s okay. Two simple words that humans use to reassure one another. Normally it’s always hollow and more of a silent lie, but Cas had never meant it as such. It’s okay meant; I’m here. I understand. I love you.

“How did you get stuck with me?” Dean scoffs, thinking low of himself.

Cas is so attentive; Dean would always question if he would be a perfect fit for someone else. Someone more like him. Maybe another angel perhaps? Not some hunter that can barely face the fact he is in love with such an angelic man.

Someone that it’s been drilled into his head time and time again that all creatures are bad. That it’s always shoot first and ask questions later. That did happen the first time he met Cas, but beside the point.

Something has changed inside of him that’s changed only for the angel.

“I like being stuck with you,” Cas tries his luck again, tugging a hand free from Deans tight grasp to lay a cupped hand on his bearded cheek.

Dean doesn’t flinch this time. In fact, he moulds his hand over Cas’s much softer one, his rough palms such a wild contrast to the angelic beings. One would thing that a warrior of heaven would have a soldier’s hands. But Dean doesn’t care, he leans into the touch and lays a small, soft kiss into the palm of the angel. Cas chuckles softly to himself, a deep rumble that Dean always loves.

“Thank you…for the uh stuff.” Dean mumbles letting go of Cas’s hand so the angel could place his it back to his sides in almost an awkward manner.

Cas turns to face the bed again inspecting his work. He spent almost three whole days with Sam trying to find the best way to please Dean with this human holiday. So, to say he was nervous that Dean was not going like it was an understatement.

“I’m glad. I watched a tutorial on that YouTube thing you showed me.” Cas emphasised the word Tube with a strong ‘B’.

Cas then begins to ramble on about how he purchased such items and how he managed to use one of Sam real credit card. Dean rolls his eyes with a grunt before coming forward and wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist. He kisses the nape of his neck where the skin is exposed above his trench coat and the angel goes ridged, his words getting caught in his throat.  

“Oh…” The angel peeps out. The tutorial was correct.

Dean begins undoing Cas’s buttons from behind, his fingers skilled from doing this many, many times in his past. He may not be great at sappy words, but he could classify himself an expert in other departments.

Cas turns around in the hunter’s hold to only have a pair of desperate lips crash into his. The angel grimaces but holds onto Dean’s face and doesn’t let him go. He pulls the hunter closer as his shirt is pulled out his pants. He’s slowly walked backward into the back of the bed. As soon as his knees hit the bed, he spins Dean around as if they were dancing.

Dean lands on the chocolate ridden bed with a gruff, “Oof,” before he can even register what just happened.

The hunter watches Cas shrug off his trench coat that flops to the ground heavily. Then, he pulls off his jacket and already undone shirt in the same motion. Dean can’t help but let his eyes wonder over the angel’s toned chest.

A little heavily, Cas sits down a top of Dean’s hips. The bed creaks under the added weight, but it’s nothing it can’t handle. Cas grinds down ever so softly but the motion has Dean grunting deep within his throat, his hands instantly grabbing onto the angel’s waist.

“Let me show you, Dean,” Cas grumbles deeply as he bends down, so close to the hunter that their noses touch, “Let me show you that you’re loved. That you’re cared for. That I love you.”

Dean breathing hitches in his throat as the angel kisses him deeply. Many would dream of this moment. To be kissed by an angel that they’ve read about in the bible. Or heard about from their priest and how the lord will send one down to help them in their worries. Well, Dean has many worries and problems, but he doesn’t think any priest or bible reader would be able to wrap their head around a sight like this one.

One that has an angel of the lord, grinding his hips down on his hardening crotch. One that has him doing something special for Valentine’s Day. Showing him how much he loves him and how much he’s cared.

At this affection, it has Dean feeling all weird and gooey inside. Something that he has never felt before with his one-night stands. There’s something about Cas that has Dean feeling desperate every single time. Out of breath, red in the face, weak in the knees.  

It’s Dean that has to pull away from the kiss for air. He pants as his head spins from lack of oxygen and because Cas is still grinding down onto him, it makes his feel even dizzier in the head. The angel’s been either watching too many pornos or he’s picked up some shit from the hunter.

“Get these clothes off me,” Dean growls deeply before bringing Cas down for another kiss with a hand on the back of his head.

The angel groans as Dean tugs at his hair, keeping him as place so that he can abuse his mouth. But he does as the man wishes, breaking the kiss once again. He begins taking Dean’s clothes off as quick as he can. Pulling his shirt off over his head and unbuckling his jeans to pull them down. Dean’s half hard cock becomes exposed to the cold bunker air and he hisses through his teeth.

Cas is quick to follow suit, slipping his own pants off as well. And Dean soaks up the view all the same. He’ll never get over seeing the angel like this.

And certainly, won’t get over how the angel plods over to the bedside drawer and opens it up. His bare ass is open to the world and Dean can’t resist. It’s like there’s a massive red, neon sign pointing to his lily white ass saying, Smack me. So, he leans over where he is on the bed and slaps it.

The only reaction Dean gets from Cas is a slow turn of the head with a frown deep set on his face. He’s slightly disappointed in the hunter. He grabs Dean’s still outstretched hand and pins it to the bed as he climbs onto the bed again and over the top of the other.

“That was impulsive,” Cas murmurs.

“Hey,” Dean pipes up. “It was right there.”

Cas rolls his eyes at this but let’s go of his hand so that he can pop the lid of the lube he grabbed from the bedside table open. It should be embarrassing that he knows where to look without asking Dean, but he shouldn’t be all too worried. All worrisome thoughts are quickly ridden of though. Dean can’t help but runs his fingers over the angel’s thighs as he pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

He's all too tempted to reach in between Cas’s legs and touch. But he holds himself strong, waiting for the angel to say he can. He’s learnt well in the past to not touch in certain places without asking. The angel explained it as overwhelming but in a way that every single sensitive touch is like a hundred fireworks. What a thought.

Touching your own dick and fireworks begin bursting out of you.

Then, the angel lifts himself up a bit. And all while making eye contact with Dean, those blue eyes so dark now that they’re almost like midnight, he pushed two slicked fingers into himself. Dean bites the inside of his cheek as he grips Cas’s thighs tighter. Small grunts escape the angel’s throat as he leans over Dean more, working himself open for him. Dean swallows thickly, a warmth coiling in his gut at the sight. All for him. He grips Cas’s thighs tighter again, not being to break eye contact with him.

He feels like he’ll miss something. The sight of Cas is intoxicating. He wonders why his father saw this as wrong and unnatural. There’s nowhere else Dean would rather be right now. He would never be able to admit that out loud, but he just hopes that his angel knows that. Maybe one day he’ll be able to speak his mind without thinking he’s sounding like a little boy.  

Then all of a sudden, like something out of Dean’s pornos, Cas reaches around to grab the hunter’s cock. He gives it a few strokes with his lubed-up fingers and each touch feels like fire to Dean. He holds his breath as the angel lines himself up, biting his lip with the amount of concentration on his face. The head of Dean’s cock pushes in smoothly and it feels like the hunter can’t breathe, all the air being punched out of him.

Slowly, the angel works himself onto Dean’s cock. Inch by inch, he’s determined to get every bit of the hunter into him. Cas breathes heavily through his nose as he closes his eyes, getting lost in the feeling himself. Dean can’t help but imagine the fireworks and it has him grinning.

Finally, the angel sinks down fully and sits on top of Dean with a shaky sigh. Dean can’t let go of the angel’s thighs. If he does, he reckons he’ll float away and never come back.

Only because it’s Cas, it feels so much different for Dean. The angel has Dean throwing his head back into the blankets and chocolates with a little movement of his hips. His finger nails scratch into Cas’s thighs and he can’t help but pant and groan deep within his chest. His angel hasn’t even done anything special, and he feels his skin buzzing.

Cas spreads his hands out onto Dean’s chest, his thumb rubbing over the tattoo on his peck. He sits on Dean for a moment, fully flush against his hips. He breathes slowly, taking in the beautiful sight of Dean trying to hold it together. He begins a slow yet brutal pace to watch Dean writhe. Moving his ass up an inch before moving back down with a twist of his hips. Each movement he’s able to get a small whine from his lover beneath him.

He keeps up the slow and agonizing pace though, waiting for Dean to say something. But he won’t force it out of him, he likes seeing him squirm a little.

“C-Cas,” Dean pants out. “Cas, please move fa-ah-ah,” he’s cut off for a moment, having to find his words in the muddle of moans and groans that force their way from his mouth. “Faster,” he gets out finally.

The angel can’t help but grin as he does as Dean wishes. He rises up until the head of the hunter’s cock sits at his rim then comes back down with another twist of his hips. He quickens his pace and his own hard cock bobs between his legs. The heat that coils in his own gut is intoxicating. Something he’s had to get use to with feeling everything tenfold.

With the new pace, Dean quivers and groans with every movement and coarse of pleasure that strikes through him. He looks to the angel through squinted eyes and feels his heart jump in his throat. Cas, his angel, he’d have to be an idiot to not see beauty in him.

He brings his angel down with his hands on either side of his face to kiss him. He just needs him close. Needs to feel his breath against his face. Needs to taste him on his tongue. He moves his hips upwards every time Cas comes down and each time it gets a grunt from the angel. A beautiful sound that is silky to the ears.

Dean pulls away from the kiss, having to catch air. But it’s very hard when Cas begins pecking and sucking at his jaw and neck quickly after. It’s all too much. He tries to flip Cas over like he’s done so many times. So that he can get at a better angle to fuck into Cas. But the angel holds him down tight on the bed.

Cas continues his pace, working himself on Dean’s dick without a faulter in his progress. He also continues nipping at Dean’s skin, kissing and sucking at him. Leaving marks wherever he’s been that will be there for days to come.

Dean holds onto Cas as his gut tightens, everything becoming fuzzy. He’s close and Cas is going to make him come his way tonight. And he holds on for dear life.

“C-Cas,” Dean pants out. “’M close.”

He can feel the angel smile into his neck as he changes the pace again. To something that has him taking the entirety of Dean and grinding down where he sits. Dean splutters, trying to move his hips but his legs begin to feel like jelly. He moves his knees up the best he can, so that he can move his hips in a way that he’s actually getting a grip on Cas. What the angel is doing to him is torture.

Cas sits up again and arches his back. He breathes heavily, sweat trickling down his chest and stomach. He rests his back against Dean’s knees, using it as a support so that he can concentrate on what he’s doing.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut, his breath hitching in his throat at his loss of simple thoughts. And he doesn’t register it at first. The thing that’s pressing up against his flushed lips. But when he opens his eyes, he gladly takes the sweet chocolate being pushed into his mouth. Two fingers follow after it and Dean sucks at them before he knows what he’s doing. The chocolate breaks inside of his mouth and a gooey caramel covers the angel’s fingers and his tongue. He groans at the taste of the chocolate. If only if the brown sweet could taste this amazing all the time.

Without even asking, Dean begins licking and cleaning the angel’s fingers from the sweet and salty caramel and chocolate. He never breaks eye contact, looking at Cas through long lashes. His tongue twists and curls around Cas’s soft fingers, not leaving an ounce of caramel behind.

Once deemed acceptable, Cas removes his fingers and smiles at Dean’s work. He wishes to grab another, but the hunter has other plans.

With this new found position from Cas, Dean is finally able to move his hips properly. He grips onto Cas’s waist and begins driving his cock into the angel. The angel shivers and trembles at the abuse, having to hold onto Dean’s chest for support. He’s so close and he needs that little extra oomph. He grunts and whines as he comes closer and closer until finally.

Cas lays a hand over one of Dean’s hands as the hunter comes undone deep inside of the angel. His thrusts stutter but he gets a few more in before letting himself go fully. He can’t help but moan as his body goes ridged. He doesn’t let go nor does he move from inside Cas. He lets himself get lost in the orgasm and the sticky feeling dribbling down his balls.

It takes awhile before Dean comes back to the land of the living. Out of breath, sweaty and having lust filled eyes stare down at him is a wonderful mixture of things.

Cas moves off of Dean and the hunter’s softening dick flops onto his thigh. The angel sits down on his stomach gently, his stare never leaving the man under him. Dean swallows thickly, licking his caramel sweet lips. He looks down at Cas’s still hard and reddened cock between his legs and grunts in his throat.

“Give me,” Dean swallows thickly again. “Five minutes and we’ll go round two,” he says as he holds up two fingers.

Cas raises his brow. “Are you sure?”

Dean nods with a snort. “Of course, it’s Valentine’s, isn’t it?”

-

Happy Valentine's Day bitches :)

[musashi]

This is a strange question, but when it comes to masking, should we technically have always masked in public before COVID hit? Like, the flu used to be a big epidemic, but now we have vaccines and don't mask for it. I know there's still a COVID epidemic going on, but will there ever be a time to stop masking for that like we used to in your opinion? Is it best to be safe and just mask regardless of any recent/current pandemic to keep down the odds of catching or spreading any type of illness?

i mean, you can't compare covid and the flu. the flu is a respiratory virus that, while deadly, tends to only effect the respiratory system. it's true that anything including a cold can trigger dysautonomic conditions/symptoms, but nothing comes close to the disabling rate that covid has.

covid is a virus that affects every single organ, including the brain and heart. it's way scarier than the flu, and at present, way harder to manage/prevent due to frequent mutation, incredibly high r0, and the fact that it lingers in the air for hours after the infected person has shed virus.

flu vaccines are the result of decades of medical advancement, tons of time and effort has gone into tracking and predicting flu strains and rolling out vaccines. covid is still way too new for that despite mutating less than the flu.

whether you should be masking or not really depends on if you want to give someone else your viruses. like, yeah, if you weren't masking before during flu season, especially if you weren't getting your flu shot, if you've ever had the flu, you have 100% given it to someone else. the incubation period can last up to 5 days and, like covid, you can be contagious the whole time without a single symptom.

i wasn't masking then because, like, i was just raised in a world where the flu exists and so i just kind of assumed anyone who wanted to avoid it would be vaccinated & not crowding out indoors during the fall and winter. and because, like, while the flu can very much hospitalize, most people recover from it relatively unscathed. those who don't tend to take the proper precautions because that's what life is like when you're disabled, you have shit down to a system.

covid isn't like that tho. it does not matter who you are, covid can and will quite literally rot your brain and make your organs fail. covid has completely destroyed the cognitive function of half the population and it does not discriminate no matter how healthy or fit you are. no one is safe from it, even me fully vaccinated and wearing a kn100, a bitch who no longer eats out or attends events or does anything that might put me at risk. it could get me tomorrow and disable me for life.

like. i need to ask you why you're asking me. i'm not a medical professional, nor am i some holy beacon with all the right answers, i am just a tumblr user. my personal moral code is just that--personal. i will mask until it is safe. both for me, and for everyone else. i am a leftist, my actions and politics are rooted in empathy, masking is a no brainer. it's uncomfortable and i miss makeup but like... when i was 4 i used to dream myself a knight slaying beasts in the name of a vast kingdom because i wanted to be a hero who fought the good fight. and now i'm 29 and it turns out that's less 'big fucking sword' and more 'do a small thing that inconveniences you to stop people from dying.' it's literally not even a question.

why are you asking me, man? what do you wanna do? do you wanna ensure you don't give randos at the grocery store a preventable illness? then, like, yeah. wear a mask. just whenever.

i'm taking this thang off as soon as it stops being a hazard to my fellow man tho i fucking LOVE being sick gimme that sweet sweet fic insp omnomnom

[walkinghell]

Touches

Summary: Aeon wakes up from a nightmare and Dew makes things better

Rating: Explicit MDNI!

Warnings: explicit sexual content, hand jobs, knotting references, nightmares.

Dewdrop's barely awake when someone brushes against him. And worse (or better, depending on the guest) Dew's certain he went to sleep alone.

He waits to acknowledge them until they move again, keeping him closer to the edge of consciousness than he’d like.

“And why are you moving so damn much?”

“Sorry.” The whisper comes.

Aeon. Dew realizes.

“What’s up, bug?” He hums, rolling over to see the young ghoul.

“Just can’t sleep,” Aeon replies.

Dew can tell it’s more upon seeing Aeon’s red-rimmed eyes and damp lashes as they drive under a streetlight

“Yeah? Something scary?”

Aeon’s lower lip quivers as he nods and something in Dew’s chest tugs.

“C’mere, bug.” Dew sighs, pulling the younger ghoul closer.

“Didn’t wanna wake you, but it scared the shit out of me.” He whimpers, and Dew registers how wrecked Aeon’s voice is—likely sobbing or screaming himself awake.

Being summoned leaves scars deeper than the skin.

Dew’s lips meet Aeon’s forehead before he can think, empathy winning over any difficulties with the new ghoul.

“I know. I had the same problems when I was summoned. And when my element was changed.” Dew whispers.

“You did?” Aeon whispers, bright amethyst eyes meeting Dew’s amber.

“Mhmm. Most nights, I ended up in Aether’s bed for the first few months I was topside. He pumped me full of a fuck ton of quintessence just to ward off the night terrors. Even then I still woke up screaming some nights.” Dew admits.

“That bad?”

He nods softly.

“Does getting sent back hurt worse?” Aeon whispers.

“Dunno, bug. I know elemental changes hurt like a bitch, but I haven’t been topside before. You could ask Swiss. Why?”

Aeon rests his head against Dew’s chest before answering. “I’m scared, 'cause I’m going back after this tour…”

“Says fucking who?!” Dew said, shooting up so fast he hit his head on Mountain’s bunk above.

Aeon flinches as Dew makes contact with the bunk, reaching for him as Dew rubs his head.

“Say’s who?” Dew repeats.

“Swiss and Mountain said I was temporary…”

“Well, you’re not. Aether left cause he’s fucking tired. And as much as we miss Aether, you’re staying, so get that shit out of your head. You’re not going back to the pit.” Dew said sharply.

The, I won’t let you, was left unsaid.

“I’m not?” Aeon nearly sobs.

“No. You have to understand, we lost 3 ghouls before I changed. Then we got 3 new ghouls. Aether wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. He was our rock. But he’s tired. Yes, Mountain’s struggling, and Swiss is attached. But you’re not leaving .” Dew hisses, drawing the younger ghoul up into his arms.

Dew rocks him slightly, warming himself to soothe Aeon as sobs wrack his body.

Anxiety and relief flow through their pack bond in equal measure.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Dew whispers. “Who else is gonna quint my shitty knee on tour? Not Swiss.” 

Aeon chokes out a laugh and Dew smiles against his hair.

They stay like that until Aeon settles and the affection turns into something else for him.

“Dew?” He whispers.

“I know, bug.” Dew hums, having already felt it through the pack bond.

Aeon allows himself to be guided to lay against Dew’s chest, legs spread over Dew’s open thighs.

Aeon cranes his neck up to connect their lips as Dew’s hand slips beneath Aeon’s waistband to stroke his hardening length.

“Fuck…” He gasps.

“I know, bug,” Dew whispers.

Dew flicks his wrist until Aeon’s writhing and whining before running his thumb across the prespend-soaked head.

“Such a good boy for me”

Aeon’s voice breaks on a moan and he bucks into Dew’s touch.

“S’good. Fuck, s’good.” He gasps, chest heaving.

Dew’s other hand presses fingers against the seam of Aeon’s lips. “Get them wet, Swiss borrowed my lube.”

Aeon sucks Dew’s finger into his mouth like a kit nursing.

Soft, muted whines burst from him as Dew’s hand continued jacking him off.

Dew pulls his fingers free and plunges them beneath Aeon’s waistband, gently massaging his ring of muscle before pressing in a finger.

“Dew!” He cries.

“Shhh, I know. I know.” 

Aeon lasts 3 curls of Dew’s forefinger before begging for more.

Dew happily obliges.

Aeon’s knot swells beneath Dew’s hand as he spreads his own pre over him like lube.

“Feel that, baby?” Dew purrs.

Aeon nods fervently at the increased pressure around something so sensitive. “Please!” He sobbed, bucking up into Dew’s touch.

“Your pretty little knot gonna pop for me? Gonna get all messy for me?”

Dew’s fingers crooked up into Aeon’s prostate and the quint wailed as he arched up, coming in ribbons across his chest and down Dew’s hand.

Dew gently squeezed his knot to provide enough to carry Aeon through his trembling orgasm.

“Dew!” He sobbed.

“Shh, love.”

Dew eased his fingers from Aeon’s clenching hole and reached for the wipes on his shelf.

Cleaning Aeon, he eased the quint against his chest.

“M’tired.” He mumbled, a soft purr kicking in as he curled against Dew.

“Get some rest, love. I’ll be here.”

As Aeon dozed, Dew’s phone buzzed.

Glad you and the newbie are getting along, but can you keep it down? - Swiss

Quit telling him he’s going back to the pit, or I’ll kick your ass.

Dew set his phone down and fell asleep against his little quint. Entirely missing Aether’s text.

Copia said you’re taking care of Aeon. I’m so proud of you.

[yoshihashismattebum]

2024 in Wrestling - Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @sycamoretrees ! This is a great idea! To paraphrase someone (Mark Twain maybe?): sorry for the long post; I didn't have time to write a shorter one.

So, without further ado...

MVP/Wrestler of the Year

Honourable Mentions:

It would be remiss of me not to mention Konosuke Takeshita. The man has been on a tear across three different promotions this year, including having one of the best G1 runs by a newcomer in recent memory imo. If only his booking had been more interesting in AEW...

Bryan Danielson also casually produced banger after banger and tons of great stories in his final year as a full-time wrestler. Just one of the best to ever do it.

And of course El Desperado was out there living his dream, getting his arse out on live TV and having the horniest match I've ever seen.

Winner:

Zack Sabre Jr.

It had to be him, didn't it. First Brit and only the second non-Japanese wrestler to win the G1. First foreigner to win a Wrestle Kingdom main event. Champion of the world and of my heart 🧡 And every step of the way he's risen to the occasion, never disappointing in a main event position and stepping effortlessly into the role of champion. Long may he reign!

More after the cut!

Match of the Year

Look I can't possibly be expected to pick just one match, especially when I barely remember what I watched last week, let alone at the start of the year. So here are 6 matches that I enjoyed a lot, in no particular order.

ZSJ vs Gabe Kidd - NJPW G1 Climax 34

Everything I love about British wrestling and Japanese wrestling rolled together into one match. Two tough bastards beating the shit out of each other, with some flashes of technical brilliance.

ZSJ vs Bryan Danielson II - NJPW New Beginning in Osaka

I love a wide variety of types of wrestling, but if someone asked me which was my favourite, I would probably just show them this match. Intense, technical and violent, with a beautiful flow to it. Just magic.

Hiromu Takahashi & Jun Kasai vs Minoru Suzuki & Takayuki Ueki - Hardcore (Lego Deathmatch) - Despe Invitational

I am a strong believer that comedy wrestling is just as capable of greatness as 'serious' wrestling. This is a prime example. Everyone played their roles to perfection. Hiromu busted himself open on a railing before the match even started. Minoru Suzuki underestimated Lego. I don't think I stopped laughing the entire way through.

Chris Brookes vs El Desperado - DDT Wrestle Peter Pan

Extraordinary. Pro wrestling as art. Pro wrestling as a love story (or perhaps a 'lust story'). Would honestly have been *less* horny if they'd just stripped off and started having full-blown sex in the middle of the ring. It's rare to see violence and blood conveying affection/sexual attraction rather than hatred in wrestling, but wow did they ever here.

Hangman Page vs Swerve Strickland - steel cage match - AEW All Out

An interesting comparison to Chris vs Despe! Similarly bloody, similarly horny, but here the message is very much of obsessive hatred, however much they also clearly want to fuck each other. The ending also made me feel profoundly uncomfortable in a very effective way.

Will Ospreay vs Michael Oku - Rev Pro High Stakes

The best match I've ever seen live. It's testament to how good it was that I was prepared to miss the last train home rather than miss the end of it (thankfully they wrapped it up just in time!) A beautiful blend of drama, emotion and plenty of cool movez. Plus one of the best, loudest crowds I've ever been a part of.

Favourite Feud

I struggled with this one a bit, because 2024 was the year I stopped watching AEW regularly, and NJPW a) doesn't do feuds in quite the same way and b) was a bit light on big rivalries this year, imo. Still, there's one feud that immediately stands out...

Hangman vs Swerve

When they went back to this rivalry again so soon after their initial 2023 feud, I was a little concerned, because I thought there was no way it could be topped (pun only slightly intended). ...and then Hangman burned down Swerve's childhood home... A perfect blend of classic American wrestling melodrama, strong bloody violence, and psychosexual insanity. I thought it was really clever how they swapped the face/heel roles round while still making the characters feel authentic (please take notes MJF and Adam Cole).

Favourite Tag Team/Faction

Struggled with this one as well. My only regular promotion now is NJPW, which isn't exactly a bastion of great tag wrestling... I'm also generally just not a huge tag team guy.

Hon Mens:

Bullet Club War Dogs have been enjoyably camp and pleasingly violent, but the focus on Jake Lee joining really soured things for me, as I find the man incredibly tedious.

LIJ have also had a banner year as well I think, with the Naito/Hiromu stuff and Tsuji's rise. But Bushi is still there, so I can't in all good conscience pick them (joke) (mostly)

Winner:

Ichiban Sweet Boys (Robbie Eagles & Kosei Fujita)

I just love this pairing. Eagles is one of those wrestlers that I've always liked but never loved, but he seems to be having so much fun with Fujita, and it's just infectious. And Fujita is one of the most exciting junior prospects in NJPW in a while I think. Looking forward to their title reign a lot!

Favourite Show

Mention, Honourable:

Rev Pro High Stakes in February is probably one of the best live shows I've ever been to. Great atmosphere and a stacked card, with pretty much every match being enjoyable (and the Anthony Ogogo match providing a perfect opportunity for a piss break)

Winner:

Despe Invitational

In a year when AEW seemed to lose a lot of what made it fun for me, it was such a pleasant breath of fresh air to watch a show where 'fun' was the guiding principle. Literally every match on the card was fun in a different way: from the insanity of the Lego match, to the ribald joy of the main event, to the token 'sensible' wrestling match in the cooldown slot that a comedy match would normally be in. I have never laughed so much at a show I don't think. Despe is a genius.

Breakout (ish) Star

Honny Mens:

Will Ospreay. Hear me out on this one, okay. I know Ospreay has been a global star for years now, but 2024 was the year he finally found success on a massive stage. Not everything he's done this year has been totally For Me, but there's no denying that he's knocked it out of the park in AEW. I'm so happy for him!

2024 was the year I started watching DDT regularly, and discovered the joy of seeing Takeshi Masada in increasingly LGBT situations. With only 2 years of wrestling experience, he's already so impressive, not just in terms of his wrestling, but also his charisma and character. One to watch!

Winner:

Yuya Uemura

It may seem strange to pick someone who spent half of the year injured, but if the metric for "breakout" is 'opinion of them at the end of the year vs opinion of them at the start', then Uemura is the clear winner for me. After a lackluster performance at Wrestle Kingdom and in the months following, I was almost ready to write him off as having come back from excursion too soon. But then he had an absolutely incredible G1 run where he blew me away with how mature and intelligent his wrestling was. It's such a shame he got injured, because I honestly think he'd be in the mix for NJPW MVP now if not. Very excited to see what he does when he's back!

Horniest Moment

Oh man. So many contenders. A good year for horny wrestling!

HonMens:

Hangman and Swerve's promo where Hangman said "I want you on your knees"

Yota Tsuji vs Yuya Uemura - hair vs hair match - NJPW New Beginning in Sapporo.

Seemingly only @sycamoretrees and I watched this one, because I've never heard anyone else talking about it. But wow is it horny. If you're a fan of men being pulled up by their hair to crotch-level... absolutely do yourself a favour and watch this one.

Whatever toxic throuple Mariah, Toni & Mina had going on in AEW

ELP vs. Takeshita - G1 Climax

Winner:

Chris Brookes vs El Desperado

It had to be. The horniest match ever wrestled. 6 stars. 10/10. No notes.

Most Anticipated in 2025

More DDT!

One of the best parts of wrestling in 2024 was getting to watch more DDT (thanks @sycamoretrees !)  It's quickly become my favourite promotion. I intend to watch even more in 2025!

Takeshita in NJPW

I was so excited when NJPW announced that Takeshita had signed a contract with them. Cannot wait to see what his NEVER reign looks like. So many exciting match-ups!

The Rise of Gabe Kidd (hopefully)

Gabe has been so exciting to watch in 2024. And his big match with Kenny at Dynasty (which I still haven't seen yet!) is going to get even more eyes on him. I'm hoping that 2025 is the year he really starts to get a proper push. Would be great to see him challenge for (and win??) a major belt at some point!

ZSJ: Forever Champ

Was so pleased that Zack retained his title at Wrestle Kingdom! Really excited to see what's next for his heavyweight title reign, now it's clear he's going to be more than a transitional champion.

Okay. Phew. That's it. Now to tag some other people.

@thewaythroughthewoods @livelaughlariat @unpairedbracket – no pressure, but I'd love to read your picks!

Anyone else who wants to be tagged, consider yourself tagged! Go on! Treat yourself!

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

14 - Aftermath

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: canon typical tornado violence and mentions of blood

A/N: This is where the movie and anything canon ends and the real story begins so I hope y'all enjoy the continuation of this journey.

Playlist

Fire.

That was all Georgia saw as the refinery beside them exploded into flames, the twister carrying the inferno. Fuel. It became fuel for the twister and as Tyler gunned it toward El Reno, the tornado grew times ten. Kate, from the back seat, could only mutter, “holy shit,” under her breath. 

Tyler’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he tried to steady the truck in the heavy winds from the building, monster of a twister. Though the barrels were short, and his truck had enough weight on the chassis, the roll cage frame still acted a little like a sail in strong wind. And Georgia knew as well as Tyler how much a trailer’s gravity affected the truck itself. Ole Red was a beast but she wasn’t indestructible. Tyler knew that. Georgia knew that. Kate suspended her belief that it wasn’t.

As they got closer to El Reno, Oklahoma, they could hear the tornado sirens sounding, and they could see people running and heading for shelter. They all headed to help people get to safety. Dexter and Dani got kids and parents to a safe spot off the baseball field that they’d stopped at. Ben, Lily, Boone, Kasey, and Cory helped anyone on the outskirts, ushering people toward buildings and trying to find out where there were basements available. Tyler, Georgia, and Kate went to the main street where there was a farmers market and they helped people get into building there. There was a movie theater that could hold a ton of people so once everywhere else was full, they started telling people to head that way. Tyler, Georgia, Kate were the last ones in, dodging debris as they headed for the theater. 

Kate got to the door first and looked back, Georgia not too far behind but Tyler was nowhere in sight. Georgia’s gaze met Kate’s and she realized in the chaos of everything, when Tyler said “keep going” she hadn’t looked back for him. She assumed he was right behind her, so when she turned her head and didn’t see him at all, she panicked.

“Tyler?!” She yelled and Kate tried to grab for her hand, but she just missed, so she followed Georgia back onto the main drag, which was littered with debris. The wind was only getting stronger and they shielded their eyes as they waded through vendor’s blown over tents and tables, trying to find Tyler.

“Gee! Help!” She zeroed in on his voice, coming from the right of her. She stumbled over piles of splintered wood and twisted metal, and Kate caught her, aiding her in getting to Tyler as quickly as possible. They both tried their best to lift what he was stuck under but they weren’t strong enough, even together. Kate placed a hand on Georgia’s shoulder, before glancing around for something, anything to try to get leverage to lift it. Georgia continued trying to lift the wood roofing that he was stuck under, tears beginning to run down her cheeks. She flinched when she heard the loud crunch of metal hitting metal and they both looked up as they saw an oil drill that had been ripped from the ground hit the El Reno Water Tower. The supports of the tower were breaking under the extreme winds and they didn’t have much time.

“Gee! Go!” Tyler yelled over the deafening winds.

“I'm not leaving you, Tyler! I can’t...I can’t!” Georgia’s voice broke as she grabbed one of his hands and just then she saw a wide wood post come into view and lodge under where Tyler was stuck. She felt Kate’s presence at her side and saw Javi at the end of the post.

“Lift!” Javi yelled and they all put all their effort in to heave the wood off of Tyler. Once he was free he stumbled and yelped and Georgia saw that his jeans were ripped and the skin on his upper thigh was dripping crimson, staining the edges of the rips. They all ran toward the theater and once they got inside, they helped move people toward the back. There was no basement and nowhere else for everyone to go and that was when Kate made the decision to take Ole Red. Kate ran to the back door and opened it, horrified at the size of the monster tornado that was bearing down on the town. Georgia was right behind her and as Kate was about to leave, Georgia tried to stop her.

“Let me do this, Georgia! Let me try...let me make everything right!” She yelled to her, as she pulled out of Georgia’s arms. Tyler, Javi, and Boone appeared behind Georgia and Tyler grabbed for her. Georgia lunged after Kate, screaming her name as she watched her drive away in Tyler’s truck. Tears stung his eyes as he held Georgia back. He almost wanted to go himself, but he knew now that he couldn’t. It had to be Kate. 

They closed the doors and left Kate to her fate. They tried their best to get everyone as close to the back of the theater as they could, huddling under seats and in corners as close as possible. As the front wall of the theater began to crumble and the bricks were ripped away, everyone grabbed for whatever they could to try to stay alive. Tyler had his body over Georgia’s and was covering her face with his chest. As the winds picked up, he knew what was coming. If the silver iodide rockets didn’t work, and if the barrels didn’t get sucked into the tornado, they would all be dead. Gone. Wiped from the face of the earth in an instant. Tyler noticed Lily’s hand slipping and he grabbed for her hands as her body was lifted into the air. He held onto her as tight as he could, one of his legs wrapped around the legs of the theater seats and the other holding Georgia down as best as he could. He closed his eyes and used all the strength in his body to anchor the three of them. He prayed this would all end. He prayed that Kate was okay and that everything worked the way it was supposed to. He prayed that it would all be over soon.

And then suddenly Lily’s body was set down. The wind died down. The clouds dissipated. The dust and smoke in the air cleared and everything was quiet as the grave. 

“Thank you.” Lily said, her voice shaky, as people began to stand and dust themselves off. Tyler helped Georgia up and they could see in the field, in the distance, his truck had been rolled. They all headed out to see if Kate was still alive.

Georgia was the first there, as she sprinted when she saw a hand moving from the blown out window. She slid on her knees to get to Kate and with Javi and Tyler’s help, they pulled her from under the truck. 

“Is it okay? Is everyone okay? Did it work?” Kate asked, looking confused and Georgia hugged her, carefully just in case anything was broken.

“You did it, Kate.” Javi said, his voice bathed with relief. 

She did it. Kate’s barrels flew. Quite literally. It was up to her and Javi to figure out what to do next. Tyler offered his crew to help as well. In the aftermath, they helped people reunite with each other if they needed to, aiding in some of the clean up, and Dani and Dexter even brought a few people to the emergency room that had minor injuries like cuts or concussions. 

Kate didn’t want to go to a hospital, and she only had a few cuts and bruises anyway. Ole Red took the brunt of the tornado. She got checked and patched up in the back of an ambulance that came. Georgia stayed with her and while they had a few minutes, she asked Kate her thoughts.

“I feel better. I'm going to go back to New York and try to get more funding for more research. Javi said he's going to drop Riggs so...I guess I have a new partner.” She said and Georgia smiled. “What about you and Tyler?”

“Oh...uh...” Georgia stuttered and glanced around for him. She caught his eyes, as he was helping Boone and Javi lift some heavy pieces of debris out of the street. He smiled at her and tipped his head in her direction. His wound had been looked at and luckily it was just a scrape. He would be more sore than anything else. “Tyler wants to go home to Arkansas and then come back this way. We're trying to figure some things out..”

‘I meant to ask...the other night...what happened? We saw you two leave the party and then something seemed different between you too that next morning. I know Boone said you guys finally...did it...but you know Boone, he’s a little crazy.” Kate asked and Georgia stared at her, almost blankly, because her mind shot off in a million directions thinking of all the things that her and Tyler had done. 

“Yeah, uh...somethin’ like that...Kate...can I tell you somethin’ but don’t tell anyone yet? It’s not a definite but...its...well...I think it will be.” Georgia said and Kate straightened up, taking a hold of both of her hands.

“Of course you can, what is it?” She asked and Georgia smiled warmly at Kate.

“I think...I might...be pregnant. Maybe.” Georgia said in a hushed tone and Kate's eyes widened significantly.

“Oh...Oh!...Oh?” She raised a brow and smirked, nudging at Georgia. She motioned behind Georgia, who turned to catch sight of Tyler coming toward them. Kate kept her voice low as he approached. “I have so many questions that we need to discuss when I get back from New York...but if that's the case...congratulations and I can't wait.” Kate said, vibrating with excitement as she pulled Georgia into a hug. Georgia smiled and as Kate let go, Tyler appeared. He made sure Kate was okay and then held out his hand for Georgia to take. She did so and they left Kate in Javi’s capable hands while they walked out to his truck, which a friend of his had come to help with.

They'd gotten her righted and checked the suspension. It wasn't exactly driveable at the moment, but because of Tyler's handiwork, the welded roll cage had saved the frame and most of the truck. They would need to reattach the augers and some other parts but it was mostly very fixable. Tyler's friend introduced himself.

“Hey I'm Dakota. Nice to meetchu. You must be Georgia. I've heard a lot aboutcha.” He said as he held out his hand to shake. Georgia did so and smiled at him.

“All good things, I hope.” She mused and he smiled. Tyler's hand at her waist tightened.

“Yeah, T can't ever keep his mouth shut up aboutcha. It's cute.” He punched Tyler's shoulder lightly and then pointed to the truck. “So where am I hauling her? If you want a ride and want'er fixed I'm the next couple days, Bobby always has a spot in Taylor Ferry for you.”

“Well, that makes the most sense then, cause we can hop on fifty-one after and slide right into Arkansas. I gotta bring Boone to Little Rock.” Tyler explained and he glanced down at Georgia as if he was asking permission. Her brows furrowed and she nodded. Dakota reached out to shake Tyler's hand.

“I'll get'er on the trailer and you let me know when you're ready to go. Got plenty of room in the truck for everyone.” Dakota said and he walked away to get everything prepared for them to leave. 

There would be more storms here and there over the next few weeks, but Tyler knew his crew needed a break after that one. They had almost lost Kate, and Lily. But, they'd gained Javi, and now Kate was going to head to New York and present a proposal, asking for grant money to the National Weather Service board. Over the quiet season, Boone and Tyler would build another truck like Tyler's so that they could accommodate for more chasing and more live streams. Tyler's grand plan was unfolding slowly and he couldn't wait to see the results.

🌪⛈️🌪

Everyone parted ways, only for a little while. Javi took Kate to the airport so that she could go back to New York and try to get grant money for research. Dani, Dexter, and Lily were heading to their respective residences near Little Rock, Arkansas. Kasey and Cory caught a ride with some other storm chasers back to Oklahoma City but not before wishing Georgia and Tyler the best of luck. Georgia and Tyler, along with Boone hitched the ride to Taylor Ferry, Oklahoma to Bobby's Diesel Repair Garage. 

Tyler had worked with Bobby a ton on this truck. He was an older gentleman, and he worked primarily on diesel trucks of all sizes, occasionally a car here or there. Bobby was the one who offered Tyler to use the truck lift, so that Tyler could get under his truck and run the electrical for the switches in the middle console, as well as the welder for the roll cage. He had a camper and some extra rooms in his house, so there was a place for Tyler, Georgia, and Boone to stay while his truck got fixed. 

Bobby had a nice little property, just by a beach. They were just off Fort Gibson Lake, and he had a boat dock with a small fishing boat, as well as a cute cottage that was only one floor. It was an odd house as Bobby just kept building additions onto it, so it was a maze of different rooms here and there, that all had windows and a door to the outside. More like a secret base than a house, really. He had a big yard, where the camper was parked and the garage was just down a little dirt road, every kind of truck from a 1500 to a semi-truck parked along the sides and around the building. 

Bobby had a wife and kids that were now grown. His wife, Delia,  bred cattle dogs and had a litter of puppies that were just about ready to go home with people. Delia had brought out refreshments for them all as they worked. It took all three of them, plus Dakota and Bobby to get the truck finished, but it only took them half the day. Tyler thanked them up and down, paid them, and also ordered pizza. There was a small fire pit with Adirondack chairs around it. They all sat, covered in oil, sweat, and dirt, and enjoyed a round of beers. Delia brought out a reddish brown speckled puppy, and placed him in Georgia’s arms.

“Oh my god. They’re so cute. How many more puppies do you have?” She asked and Delia was followed by the mom and her other seven puppies. Georgia’s face lit up and she handed the red one to Tyler. Boone picked up one of them, a dark blue speckled one, and Delia handed Georgia another, one with more speckling mixed in the blue. The rest of the puppies dispersed, going under the chairs and one headed right for Bobby. Delia sat down and the momma sat next to her. Dakota picked up two red puppies and the rest settled around their mom.

“There’s these guys and I’ve got a kennel run in the back of the house. This litter is all named after breakfast food. You’ve got Pancake, the red is Grits, and Boone’s got Waffles. The others are Sausage, Eggs, Muffin, McMuffin, and Bacon. Mom is Rosie and Dad is Diesel. I’ve got another female named Daisy and she’s gonna pop soon. We’re thinking those little guys will be all food themed names too.” Delia explained and Georgia giggled as the puppy in her arms, Pancake, tried to crawl up around her neck and lick her ear. Grits, the red one that Tyler had, was curled in his lap, mostly asleep and Waffles, who Boone had, was playing with Boone’s belt loops. Delia smiled and said, “Maybe you guys want one?”

“Actually...we’ll take these three.” Tyler said, pointing to Grits, Waffles, and Pancake. Georgia’s eyes widened and her grin was unmatched. Boone smirked.

“Tyler!” Georgia exclaimed and she leaned over her chair to kiss him. 

Later that evening as they were getting ready to leave, after everything had been settled, and they made sure Tyler’s truck was set to go, Tyler had asked Georgia to take a quick walk down to the boat dock with him. When they reached the end, he turned to face her, taking a hold of both of her hands. He glanced out over the water, which was calm and reflected the fading sunlight across it.

“Gee...I love you...like I really fuckin’ love you...and I can’t wait to have a big ass family with you...and I know we’re doin’ this shit all sorts of ass backwards...and I ain’t got a ring, but maybe the puppies are a half a promise at least...” Tyler began as he got down on one knee. Georgia’s mouth dropped open and then she smiled as he continued, “So...will you marry me, Georgia Tennley?”

“Course I will, Tyler Owens, now stand up and kiss me, you silly man.” She said and he smiled as he stood and her hands met his cheeks. They kissed and as they parted, Georgia spoke softly to him, their eyes locking. “I don’t need a ring, Tyler, I just need you.”

[kingdomoftyto]

Hi, happy spooky month, I have a ✨manga rec✨!! And in the spirit of the season, it's a horror story! >:3c

I want to spoil as little as possible because I went into this manga essentially COMPLETELY blind and, honestly, imho, I imagine it's the ideal way to experience the story. I literally first heard about it from a random youtube comment on a video about an entirely different manga--one which, mind you, had VERY different themes, which colored my preconceptions and added to the surprises for me later on!

ANYWAY, what I mean by all that is I'm going to start with the simplest possible summary of the premise, and if that's intriguing enough for you to give it a shot, then I recommend diving right in!! But, if you still need more of an in-depth, slightly spoilery rec? Then I'll gush a bit more under a cut to see if I can hook your attention.

With all that out of the way,

The Summer Hikaru Died is a horror/supernatural story about a high school boy named Yoshiki whose best friend (Hikaru) went missing in the mountains outside of town. What comes back is... something else. It looks, acts, and talks like Hikaru, but it's not him, and Yoshiki is the only one who seems to notice.

The only other thing I knew going in was that the commenter made a brief mention of the "Hikaru"-thing protecting Yoshiki, which seemed odd but intriguing alongside the rest of the premise.

So if that's enough for you (plus the fact that I'm telling you I haven't stopped thinking about this story since I read it two weeks ago), then please check it out! There are only 5 volumes so far!! Suffer through the wait for the rest with meeeeee ಥωಥ

More spoilery extended rec below the cut:

📣THESE MOTHERFUCKERS GAY*!!!📣

📣GOOD📣FOR📣THEM!!!📣

I know what you're thinking, and YES, it appears to be BL between the TIMID HIGH SCHOOL BOY and the ELDRITCH HORROR WEARING THE SKIN OF HIS BEST FRIEND.

And it's SO GOOD.

No SERIOUSLY, for real though, I had NO inkling going into this that it was even in the realm of possibility that it would involve romance

Let alone a nuanced, slow burn, VERY QUEER romance layered with ruminations on grief and identity and one's relationship to society

(ON THIS NOTE, I must advise up front that I DO NOT KNOW if this story will end in tragedy... It's still ongoing, after all! BUT, I think either way it will be an amazing story and... maybe I'm just delusional, and though this may be considered spoilery in itself, the most recent chapters have me optimistic that we might indeed be on track for some sort of happy ending... eventually.)

Anyway, I cannot express enough how incredible it was to uncover this aspect of the story organically without knowing about it beforehand. Born and raised in a rural village, Yoshiki is deep in the closet, and that's reflected in how subtle the hints are at the beginning. Over time, it starts to become clearer and clearer, but always with a layer of plausible deniability, at least if you're not expecting it to take such a queer turn. ("Hikaru" literally makes a ton of "no homo" style jokes early on, which... god don't get me started--)

As you might guess, Yoshiki had feelings for the real Hikaru before his disappearance, and ooh boy does that affect how much the grief and guilt and fear play into things. It's delightfully fucked up.

So yeah. I 100% expected the plot of this manga to revolve around the intrigue of the monster finding out Yoshiki knew its secret, the fear of not knowing when the monster would strike next, etc, but NO! That particular "reveal" happens within the first 10 pages, and then the entity just kind of... lives the life of a high school kid! He's kind of a little shit, but for the most part, he's a nice boy! Yoshiki is the only one who knows who "Hikaru" really is, but much of the tension comes from him having to come to terms with that, rather than the fear itself.

...and also the OTHER horrors and mysteries. There's tension there too, considering it's where the actual plot lies, lmAO. Just because "Hikaru" isn't a totally evil monster doesn't mean there aren't a lot of grotesque and scary things in here. Most of this manga I would classify more in the "supernatural" genre than "horror", but in those moments it DOES delve into horror, it goes pretty damn hard. I remember more than one moment where I felt sharp regret about reading it in the dark at 2 a.m. 💀

Still, if you dare, it's worth the read. I can't recommend it enough.

P.S. I wouldn't say it's a "funny" manga but it does nonetheless have an amazing sense of humor. There are a handful of actual jokes and gags that did have me rolling, but more importantly there's an unspoken, implicit acknowledgement of how absurd this all is, in that way only good self-aware horror can achieve. Take the main character Yoshiki for example. The image I used of him up above? The unsettling camera angle, the haunted look in his eyes? That's just how he always looks. The panel after that one shows that all he's looking at on his phone is a text from his sister reminding him to pick up wasabi flakes.

P.P.S. There's apparently an anime adaptation coming out sometime? I'll probably watch it, but I expect something will be lost in translation. We'll see, I suppose.

*- To be precise: Yoshiki is gay. The creature that takes Hikaru's place has a more nuanced (and alien) perspective on sexuality, and... I'll leave it at that.

[venomwrites]

I have thoughts:

So we see a more honourable side with Seismology Cait. And I always felt the need of people for Cait to feel the consequences/be punished a bit extreme. Because Seismology Cait is the kind of Cait we see at the end of Season 2. I think if there was a tribunal and I think Cait would even go so far as to make sure there is one, that would hold her responsible for her war crimes she would be the first to do it. And I saw you wrote something like that. I feel like people are like: Well Cait never showed any remorse for what happened with Zaun. And I'm like: What? No Cait did show remorse in her conversations with Ambessa.

And I truly wonder if Seismology Cait is gonna go a step further with her honourable death side. I mean, she is half Ionian after all.

i LOVE your thoughts! Mine got long so below the cut!

So yes in addition to the princely Caitlyn, my other big goal was for everyone to have to actually confront the consequences of their actions. For Caitlyn and Jinx, that is heavily tied to the people who love them and the affects their choices had on them. For Vi and Ekko, it's a lot more about finding a balance and looking inwards.

I actually have two speculative fics the Cell and the Barricade that deal with Caitlyn suffering through a tribunal. But the thing is in both of them she is put through this as a figurehead, in the same way Jinx becomes the hero in Zaun.

Because a key thing I see missing from a lot of discussions on Caitlyn's crimes is that they are sanctioned. It's very clear in season 1 that Cassandra cannot just do whatever the hell she wants. Neither can Caitlyn. One of my biggest issues with season 2 is while the government is corrupt, it is a functioning one. I understand there was a perfect storm of events, but the fact they all authorized Caitlyn to do ANYTHING is insane to me. Putting aside what they may or may not know about the kidnapping, this is a grieving 24 year old who just lost her mother in an incredibly violent way and did a 180 on Zaun after pleading on their behalf a few days ago. Personally I think Caitlyn's 'decorated officer' titles are honorary and inherited because she's a Kiramman, before that she was (a) a beat cop and (b) FIRED. Like this girl has no business being given any government support. It's one of the biggest issues I have with the writing. I would have been interested to see Caitlyn go full Batman, but that's not what happens. Her actions are sanctioned and that does change things.

Now the angst monster in me wants more remorse because I'm an angst slut (obviously). But in the world of the show not only does Caitlyn show a ton of remorse through her actions, she learns to do it in a way that actually helps people. We gets hints that Cassandra went on a similar journey before becoming isolated with power.

Which brings me to Vi. People talk a lot about Caitlyn letting Vi take Jinx. But something that's always struck me is what if Caitlyn was kind of hoping Vi would go with her so she wouldn't be involved in the war? Like Caitlyn is not intending to survive the fight with Ambessa, which I think is one of the reasons she wants Vi as far away as possible. She wants to atone and protect people, but she does not want Vi to see her die if it comes to that. I don't think she's suicidal in the same way Jinx is, but I don't think she's expecting to live for much longer. Which makes the jail scene even more insane to me because while she lets Vi take charge, Caitlyn definitely also gets caught up in the moment. Like for me, I don't think this is the first time Vi has gotten down in a cell. But it sure as shit is the first time Caitlyn has.

I think in the end if Caitlyn went through a tribunal as a figurehead, it would be a sham trial. Not out of nefarious things, I think she would desperately want to hold herself to the same standards as everyone else. But I think she has learned that sometimes you have to bring magic to a fistfight or a lot of people are going to die. Caitlyn in a way shows she understands this core part of Vi when she pushes her away at the battlefield. Vi cannot watch her die. Especially now, and I think Caitlyn would go really hard on being okay (to the point of her own detriment) to help Vi heal. Which eventually I think Vi would realize and then they could actually heal together. Which is why I want a Piltover's finest spinoff to be equal parts deep angsty convos, sex and crime fighting.

[weebsinstash]

ok across the spiderverse spoilers and tw for miscarriage stuff but, more idea bullshit let's go

yandere Miguel who lost his family and traveled to another universe to replace his wife and child 🤝 his new spider society obsession from another universe where you were Spiderwoman 2099 and you lost your fiance Miguel and had a miscarriage of your son Gabriel and tried to travel to another universe to replace them, and now you're both fucking emotionally damaged husks who stumble upon each other doing multiverse shit

Just a fucked up traumatized possessive genius control freak who wants his family back and has a desperate need to do good and save people x his equally as traumatized victim who never got to have her fairytale love and is exhausted from loss and being a hero, missing her lover and a baby she never got to meet, who is also so fucking burnt out and depressed she could legitimately just accept being kept prisoner because she's basically too tired to take care of herself or resist, just apathetic with the weight of it all

Like THE most toxic codependent ass relationship, "i want to take care of you vs i probably need someone to take care of me", where there's some sort of mutual affection but like he's Obviously So Fucking Bad For You but. You're getting attached to your captor now and when he cuddles you he smells like your former lover and you're just like a walking ghost and since you're an anomaly anchored to his universe anyways, and he's already had his canon event of losing his family and is in his own universe, surely, potentially, things would be ok if... he tried again, since its new events, new people, not changing anything, simply moving forward? Peter B was able to change his mind on his decision and have a kid safely, even though that was influenced by an anomaly, so, perhaps... test the theory?

Like imagine you're just like normal spidey coworkers for a little while after meeting during, anomaly bullshit, and if anything he's indifferent to you but, even though you force yourself to keep going and you do decent enough work Miguel can tell you're like, Still Going Through Some Shit, and when you eventually spill on what you went through, there's like, obviously the intimacy that you were married to one of him is obvious and he may even feel flustered right away, but also the elevated kinship in going through even more of the same similar things than just the typicals that all Spiders go through, not just losing an uncle or a captain, that you can relate to him so deeply on the loss of a partner and child, the pain of the Rapture addiction and his exsct backstory, the mistakes made in grief, that moment is when, you know, The Switch Is Flipped, and he's 2099% invested in your life and wellbeing from that moment forth (and yes I WILL keep using that percentage joke)

Also the more I read on his lore and facts about him the more I realize how absolutely terrifying he would be as an enemy or jailer/pursuer. He was genius enough to develop multiverse tech, he's inhumanly strong capable of lifting several tons, he shoots organic webs, he has claws to help him climb shit and also fight, his suit is capable of gliding and is extremely durable, he's got paralyzing venom, and I mean. He's 6'9" in the movie. I'm pretty sure he could just legitimately stalk up and stand really close to you physically towering over you with a vaguely threatening body posture as he looks down at you like he'll do something absolutely insane if you don't do what he says and that alone would be pretty effective in reigning you in besides physical forces or tech tricks. I feel like this man is the kind of guy where, yeah he wants to save people, he's still Spiderman, he's still a good guy and can still be funny and charming and care about people, but goddamn it if he hasnt been through so much shit and he's lost so much and he's doing everything to hold it all together so for the love of God don't fucking push him on the things he cares about or he blows up quickly because he just has so little mental and emotional energy left to still divide up between the 50 other things constantly occupying his mind

You go into his captivity you're basically never coming out as long as he still lives and breathes so you might as well let him take care of you like a good husband while you two "make preparations for a new family"

[mdemn]

@demonzriti commissioned me to write this little silly fic for @sametrapeni the other day. it’s really just 1,065 words of crack mpreg!sam/paulie.

i’ve never written anything like it, but with the week i’ve been having, it was so refreshing & fun to write! i hope i did the idea justice for you & i hope it can bring a smile to @sametrapeni’s face! they’re lucky for a partner like you!! <33

read & enjoy if that’s your thing! and if it’s not but you have a self-indulgent thing (no matter how silly you think it is!) you’d like for me to write for you, check out my kofi! & my ao3 for writing refs & commission rules! but know there’s really very little i wouldn’t write & can/will do other fandoms!

Paulie walks his fingers over Sam’s tummy, and Sam won’t ever admit it, but it’s the number one thing he’ll miss the most about the pregnancy.

Though lucky for Sam, he doesn’t have to, because Paulie does it for him. “I’ll miss this.” Paulie mutters, flattening his hand to rub over the hard lump where the baby’s resting. “Feelin’ ‘em in here like this. Knownin’ you’re really carryin’ ‘em. Our baby.”

Sam rolls his eyes, fighting the smile tugging at his lips. “I won’t. This shit is for th’ birds.”

Paulie laughs, loud and full, and at this Sam does smile. It’s impossible not to.

“Sam, I—“

Sam cuts Paulie’s words off with a groan, loud and long. He tilts his head back against the headboard and cradles his stomach. He sighs through his teeth, he can almost feel his eye twitching as the pain radiates through his lower back.

“Sam? Sammy? Hey, what’s wr—“

“Shut up, Paulie.” Sam grits out, like every word takes incredible effort.

Paulie’s alarm only grows as he sits up. He looks down at Sam and Sam contemplates punching Paulie right upside the head. Sam has begun to sweat just a little, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His breathing is labored and concentrated.

“It’s. I think.” Sam takes a deep breath, groaning through the pain again, “Christ. Christ, Paulie. I think it’s time.”

“Time? For what? Sammy, time for what?” Paulie asks, his voice raising in alarm with each question.

Sam looks at him with a flat affect. And again, he considers hitting Paulie.

“Oh, I don’t know, Paulie. Time for some fuckin’ tea and cakes, maybe? Maybe time to go for a light stroll? Maybe time for a shower? Jesus Christ. I think the baby’s coming you fuckin’ dunce!” Sam yells, his eyes slipping back closed, his breathing laboring even more with every breath.

The panic shows on Paulie’s face as he throws the blanket off of them. “What?”

“Paulie. Don’t piss me off.” Sam answers, his voice still on edge.

Another contraction hits Sam and this time he groans loudly, bringing his knees up. He nearly screams, his hand slipping under his shirt to rub at the skin of his taunt stomach. The baby is much lower than it had been previously. And Sam doesn’t know anything about birth or babies and really isn’t sure how they ended up in this predicament in the first place but Jesus Christ this hurts. How did Tommy ever convince Sarah to do this twice?

“Sam. Sammy. You have to breathe. What did Sarah say? Like HEE-HAHH-HEEE-HOO—“

“Paulie. I’m going to fuckin’ shoot you. I swear to God, I will. I swear to fuckin’ God.”

“Sam. That’s not breathin’. Maybe you need to stand? Walk around, right?” Paulie jumps out of bed and puts his hands on his lower back, and starts pacing around, “Like this, right? Sarah did a lot of walkin’ when she had her baby girl. Oh Christ, should we call Sarah? I’m gonna call Sarah.”

“Paulie.” Sam grits again, then groans, another near scream. “Sam!” Paulie rushes to Sam’s side, places his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Baby? What is it?”

“Sit.” Sam takes another deep breath, “Down.”

Paulie nods, and sits on the edge of the bed, snaking his arm around Sam’s shoulders. He stays still for about another minute, before Sam feels another wave of pain, similar to the first, hit him like a ton of bricks.

He tries not to let on how badly it hurts, but honestly? Getting shot hurt less.

Paulie notices Sam tense and he jumps out of bed again, “I’m callin’ Sarah.” he mutters, mostly to himself, as he nearly sprints out of the room.

Sam had known, realistically, that Sarah would be his midwife. There’s no one he’d trust more. Sarah had two children, and had had them at home, more or less by herself. But the idea of Sarah seeing him like this, in pain, writhing, the idea is mortifying.

However, he doesn’t have time to deal with that, as the pain takes over again.

“Paulie!” Sam shouts, followed by another groan, “Get. In. Here. With. Me.” He forces every word out and in the silence in between words, he can hear Paulie talking, muttering, the scratch of a pen, like he’s taking notes.

“Just a minute, baby. Hold on!” Paulie calls back, then Sam can hear him mutter, “And what else, Sarah? Hurry. What else? Are you sure you can’t be here no sooner?”

Sam is feeling homicidal actually. He thinks it’s time to give into it. He might just kill Paulie before he ever gets to see his big-headed baby.

Sam has just about settled on the fact he’ll be a single father when Paulie comes back with a cup of ice and a small hand towel from the kitchen.

“I’m here, Sammy. I’m here.” he mutters, rushing to the bed.

“Sarah said this will help. Here.” Paulie leans over and puts a damp towel on Sam’s head. It’s ice cold and oddly, supplies immediate relief. Sam hadn’t realized he was so hot.

“She said you can chew on this ice. Don’t know what it’s supposed to do but she swears by it.” Paulie pushes the cup into his hands. “And to take your pants off. Which you know I have no problem with. Heh.” Paulie chuckles and reaches for Sam’s pants.

And the homicidal urge fills Sam again. He grabs Paulie’s wrist, almost spilling his cup of ice, “Don’t. Fuckin’. Touch. Me.” Sam grits, through crunches of the ice.

Paulie laughs, has the audacity to laugh. This causes Sam’s eye to actually twitch.

“Well, had you been sayin’ that 9 months ago, maybe we wouldn’t be in this, huh?”

Sam stares at him. He feels the rage fill in every pore of his body, and he realizes he has to speak, because if left alone with his thoughts for a moment longer, he’d kill Paulie. Truly and honestly.

“Paulie. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Get out!”

“Now c’mon Sammy—“

“OUT!”

“Okay, okay!” Paulie laughs, and that beautiful crooked smile doesn’t leave his lips, and Sam is in limbo between wanting to shoot Paulie and to kiss him until they’re both breathless. Which of course makes Sam more upset.

Sam waits for Paulie to be turned around before he starts to strip out of his pants. He loves Paulie. More than life itself, and God, anyone knows that. But Christ.. he hopes their baby doesn’t get his sense of humor.

[funkygaypeopleinmyphone]

Nothing gets me into a fiery rage more than thinking about 343 has handled the Halo series after Bungie left it off on such a high note. 1, 2 and 3 were good, ODST and Reach were godlike, and they expanded on the universe quite a few times with books and comics and all that. And then 343 came in and just completely gumbled most of it up. CEA was cool, but basically just kitbashed Reach and upscaled Halo 3 assets together and lost some of the original touch the game had back in 2001.

Halo 4 was, ok? The best part was Cortana's story, going into more depth about rampancy and how it affects AI, especially one that we've known and loved for over a decade at that point. The Forerunners were fucking stupid personally, it's hinted to and LITERALLY SAID IN HALO 3, that humans are forerunners, just after the shitshow that was all the rings firing off. 343 Guilty Spark literally says that Chief is a forerunner, and then they just whipped it around and said "well actually he's a reclaimer because blablabla" ok whatever, they do flesh it out more in expanded works and explain it in Halo 4 so atleast theres that. Del Rio is an asshole to the savior of humanity for no reason. The sudden art style change that makes no sense is stupid, like you could've delayed the change until the Infinity rolled around. The Diadact is just space voldemort turning humanity into NFTs after being on r/nofap for 100,000 years, who then dies pretty unceremoniously to a shit ass grenade in a quick time event.

Halo 5 is.... fucking just Halo 5. The Cortaba story is so bad, why did you bring her back as an antagonist? Why didn't you stick to the marketing that was actually a really cool idea about Chief going rogue and hunting the truth. Where are the Marines? Why do I have to fight the Warden Eternal like 20 times? Better balancing than 4 i guess, but god the plot is just all over the place. And that fight scene with Chief, Chief was abducted as a child and forced into the spartan program and trained to be a cold brutal killer of the UNSC's foes. Without Mjolnir armor he straight up merked 2 ODSTs in hand-to-hand combat. This 7-foot-augmented-out-the-ass man had an equal match in a mass produced Spartan 4? Sure Locke is ONI so he's got some spice to him and he's still a Spartan wearing similar armor to Chief, but come on, you can't tell me a guy who saves humanity for breakfast is on a similar level to Halo Nightfall guy.

Infinite is strange. They basically drop Halo 5's characters for the most part, give Chief new (remastered Mk.6) armor, bring back older models of guns and stuff with a new coat of paint (Reach AR, Battle Rifle, now the DMR) and blow up Cortana and the Infinity within the first like, 30 minutes of the game. Ooooo the Banished except wait after Atriox's not-death they're pretty incompetent and are gettinf roflstomped by Chief and are really only good at killing UNSC off screen. The open world shit was ok, but for Halo i dont think its entirely the best idea to go for whatever Far Cry ass shit they pulled. Bringing back the old designs was really cool and much better than the sterile, clean, sharp edges of 4 and 5. Their armor and weapons looked like brand new toys while Infinite's look more realistic and have a bit more wear and tear to em. But its also missing a ton and just kind of ends off on a weird half note for the story. Like where are they gonna go with this? Idk, its just weird.

343, make more stories without Chief. I know Chief is the figurehead of the franchise, but for god's sake please please please make side stories in the universe. I want to see how humanity recovered after the war, how the different species in the Covenant took the end of the war. Exploring Forerunner sites? Side stories in the human-covenant war with ODSTs and Marines! You could totally make the Harvest campaign into a game! Give us the origin story for Sgt Johnson and how he and others did during the opening months of the conflict! Give us more on the Insurrection! You've done it before, Halo Forward Unto Dawn was actually a really cool movie, why don't you do some more stuff like that??

Idk, I love Halo but 343 gotta step their game up