#aligned salt mines

[mincedpeaches]

"sudden hate" "these last few years." buddy. I've been here since 2013.

[luveline]

oh my god Jade I love coworker James!!! can we please see Remus and Sirius actually catching them !:)))

thank you for requesting! fem, 1.3k

James Potter is eating his lunch in peace when you find him in the staff kitchen. It was nice to eat in silence —he won’t get any of that now. 

“Hi, lovely,” he says. 

“Stop,” you say instantly, pulling the fridge door open to extract your lunch. James watches the curve of your shoulder, your arm, even your leg as you bend to grab your Tupperware before straightening out. 

“What are you having?” 

“Can’t we eat in mutual, agreeable silence?” you ask. 

James thinks about it, but when you’re around he can’t seem to keep his mouth shut. “No, maybe tomorrow, though.” 

“Brilliant.” 

You sit down —in the chair next to his, he’d like to point out, and not the one opposite— and open your Tupperware. You have a salad with what looks like diced tofu, grilled and honeyed, salt and pepper cracked over dressed leaves of kale and lettuce. 

“That looks good.” 

“You’re so healthy, I thought I’d outdo you,” you say, popping your foldable fork from the Tupperware lid. 

“You’ve managed it.” James is eating chicken katsu in wraps with a chilli sauce, lettuce, and finely sliced tomato. For his afters, he has three bags of crisps and a tangerine he’s going to share with you, two slices to one.

For a little bit, you both chew and say nothing. After a few minutes he reaches under the table to hold your thigh. A few minutes more and you’re letting your leg fall against him, smiling around bites of salad. 

“Do you wanna come over tonight?” he asks. 

“Maybe you should come to mine?” you ask, a shade of timid. “I know you’ve never been, it’s not nice as yours is, but at least Sirius won’t walk in on us.” 

James wonders if that means what he thinks it does, or if you’re just sick of being kissed and then shot away from. If it means the first thing, he really needs to ask if you want to be his girlfriend. Like, today. He’s worried you’re gonna say no, but he doesn’t want you thinking that intimacy from him is casual, because it really won’t be. 

“We can get dinner first?” he suggests, feeling along your knee gently. 

“Where do you want to go?” 

“Where do you want to, pretty girl?” 

You shift ever so slightly in your chair. “I don’t know. Where’s somewhere nice? Or do you want casual, like, the Chinese buffet by the cinema? It’s quite nice in there.” 

“I wanna go wherever you fancy,” he says. He’s flirting, or not flirting but affectionate, his voice velveteen as he ducks his head. He wants to find your hand and kiss it. He loves kissing the tips of your fingers, but it’s a sure fire way to get you to lean away from him. He knows you like it, evidenced by your smile, and by your willingness to give him your hand again the next time. “Do you think we can just–” he shouldn’t ask here, should he? He does it anyhow. “I want it to be a date. Like, a proper, actual date we own up to.” 

“Like we tell everyone we went?” 

“Not right now, not if you don’t want to. Just between us then. It’s a real date.” 

Something moves in your neck. You bite your lip but let it fall back into place as you say, “Yeah, okay. A real date.” 

“Okay?” he asks. 

“Yeah, okay,” you repeat. “I’d really like to.” 

“You would?” he asks softly. 

You turn in your seat to check the door, before leaning into his lap, and pressing a quick, careful kiss to lips, just a little to the side and up, your mouth aligned to the corner of his and the skin beneath his nose. 

“So, somewhere nice, then,” you say as you sit in your seat properly. 

James hooks his ankle behind the leg of your chair and drags you as close as he can possibly get you without yanking you into his lap. “I genuinely don’t care where we go, I just wanna go with you.” He gestures for you to come back, his hand rising to your shoulder. “I could kiss you stupid right here, I hope you know.” 

“That’s not funny,” you say, laughing despite yourself. 

He wasn’t making a joke, but he supposes he’s coming on strong. “I could, but I won’t. I’m too nice and you probably taste like kale anyways, which would be a punishment for me I don’t deserve.”

“Not the most flavourful vegetable, is it?” 

He laughs softly against your lips. One second he’s not going to kiss you here, and the next it’s as though his body decided all on its own. He smiles too much to kiss you properly, but a kiss is a kiss. Kissing you is like electric and fireworks, and honey and sugar, and all manner of cliche things. It’s like a long day ending. It’s like your heart and his are the same, for just those few seconds together. 

“You don’t taste so bad,” he murmurs. 

“You could’ve let me have a drink first.” 

“Where’s the fun in that? Come on, kiss me again.” 

“No, no, ‘cos I don’t like that spicy sauce you put on your wraps and–”

He laughs again, you’re laughing just as loudly, tipping your head to the side as he wades in from the other. 

The kitchen door opens with a whack. You spring apart from one another guiltily, too little too late as the man in the door makes his shock known. 

“Where you just–” Sirius grins like a Cheshire Cat. “You were kissing! I knew it! I can’t–”

“Well you didn’t know it, did you?” Remus asks, giving Sirius a dirty look. “I’ve only tried to tell you ten times that I think there’s something going on with them, they’ve been holding hands. But no, Sirius Black knows everything about James Potter, like I didn’t grow up with you both too.” Remus gives his boyfriend a good glower and makes his way to the fridge.

You immediately fluster, bringing a hand to your eyes as though that might undo what’s been done. 

“We weren’t kissing,” James says. 

“No, then what were you doing, James?” Sirius asks. 

“She was checking my teeth for sesame seeds?” 

“With her tongue,” Sirius says smugly. 

“Sirius, don’t.” Remus pulls his vitamin water from the fridge and remembers himself. “Sorry, Y/N. I’m not trying to embarrass you, and neither is Sirius.” 

“Well, she has nothing to be embarrassed about,” James says, laying his hand on your arm. 

“We really weren’t kissing,” you insist. Then, sighing in defeat. “If anything, James was kissing me and I was letting him.” 

“Yes, because you so often just let me do things to you,” he says, stroking the crook of your elbow with his thumb.

“I knew it,” Sirius says happily, smirking like a fiend as Remus forces the vitamin water into his arms. 

“You did not.” 

“I was just trying to throw you off of the scent, Moony.” 

James meets your eyes, still wide with surprise. “I’m sorry. Uh… They won’t tell?” 

You tip your head. “Someone would’ve found out eventually, right?” 

Right? As in, we would’ve kept going, we’re going to keep dating, and eventually more than that? James will have to buy you a very big bouquet of flowers tonight, lest you not believe him. 

“I’m afraid so. At least that’s out of the way,” he says. 

You bring his hand to your chin. You don’t kiss it, but the action alone has butterflies like hornets bouncing around his stomach. Massive bouquet, he thinks. 

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more coworker James

[ken-dom]

All of Your Flaws are Aligned with This Mood of Mine

Sebastian Wilder x gn!reader

900 words

∘₊✧ Summary: This time, Seb goes too far.

∘₊✧ Authors’s notes: Based on the line 'When have you done anything that anyone liked?' from the original La La Land script (covered in this tasty post), and inspired by conversations of Seb being a total bastard with the darling @heresthestorymorningglory, without whom I would write far, far fewer fics. Title from Irresistible by Fall Out Boy.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, blow job, humiliation, orgasm denial, set during a fight with Seb but it's insinuated the whole relationship with him is pretty toxic

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‘When have you done anything that anyone liked?’

The words hang heavy in the space between you – a space that has steadily expanded with every jibe and cutting insult you’ve thrown at one another in the last half hour. The record playing behind you fades into deathly silence.

Sebastian, with all his suave charm and quiet intellect spills pure poison when he’s feeling this way out, when you’ve rubbed each other up the wrong way and can’t manage to halt the descent into waters you’d usually not dream of treading with anyone else.

You stare him out. He’s gone a step too far this time and he knows it. He swallows hard, throat dry and grating, trying to mask his regret, trying to stand his ground, ready for you to fight back.

His eyes glimmer as you lift your head proudly to answer his delightfully disparaging question.

The words you plan to kick back with are too delicious to get wrong. He waits anxiously as you lick your lips, your eyes calculating as you finally open your mouth to speak.

‘You like it when I suck your dick, don’t you?’

That glimmer in his striking blues turns into a flash of surprise — he didn’t expect it, sure, but it isn’t just that. He liked it, too.

Sebastian shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, your words swirling through his clouding mind and coursing downward to pool, hot and uncomfortable, at his core.

‘Well? Don’t you?’ you push.

He clears his throat, cheeks powdering with a brand new deep blush, replacing the prickling heat of infuriation that had coloured them pink before.

He blinks his gaze away as you stride right up to him, shame consuming him whole at how his body is responding to this. Does it count as humiliation? Does he like that? Shit.

When you land an inch away from his face, he hopes you’ll spit some spiteful remark, but instead you reach to touch his jaw with steady, gentle fingertips, and he flinches.

‘Seb?’ you whisper, almost seductively. It shouldn’t make him dizzy, but it does.

An, ‘Mhmm?’ is all he can manage by reply.

You laugh then. Mocking, cruel, and he shudders. His trousers have grown incredibly tight in the last few seconds. He’s scared, he realises, and the fear is thrilling.

You drop to your knees, shoving his trousers down past his knees, rough and uncaring. Licking your lips more pointedly this time, you gaze up at his irritatingly handsome face. He whimpers at the intensity. His cock leaks and twitches before he can even think about trying to stop it – not that he could really control that even if he wanted to.

It’s weak and pathetic and not at all in the same realm as the Seb who was spitting out a stream of all the worst things you think about yourself combined with that special brand of Sebastian Wilder venom that rubs salt into wounds he’s already inflicted.

His hips jerk forward, knees buckling at how jarring this all is, and you lick a warm, wet stripe up his length.

He whines, fingers scrambling for purchase on the wall he’s backed against.

‘Lost for words now?’ you taunt, chuckling to yourself as you lean in for another, more lingering taste of him.

Seb’s eyes squeeze shut as you gaze up at him, and you swear you see a tear drip free to trickle down his cheek.

You smirk around his cock, wrapping your fingers around the base and massaging as you take his length into your mouth and suck hard, swirling your tongue to flick over the tip each time you pull back before swallowing him whole again.

It’s already the best blow job he’s ever received and he’s embarrassed at how quickly he’s nearing his release with you working him like this.

He needs to fight back; needs to make you work for his release as punishment, but he’s leaking steadily now, throbbing in the warm comfort of your mouth, and his vision is turning blurry.

‘P-please,’ he begs, more to himself than to you, and you can feel him nearing his peak now.

You slow, and he breathes a sigh of relief, hoping it will give him time to make this last, stand his ground.

His whole body shivers as you drag your teeth along his length, but then you kiss his pre-cum coated tip and sit back on your heels admiring him, watching every little pulse of his thick, needy cock.

The relief that washes over Sebastian dwindles. He cock feels cold and unloved without your lips around it, and you’re taking too long to come back.

Chest heaving, he tries to hold his breath long enough to open one eye just enough to glimpse down and gather what you’re playing at.

He sees you getting to your feet, unhurried and smug.

Brow knitting, he opens both eyes wide, starting at the glittering of your eyes as you lean in close enough for your breath to brush against his ear as you whisper, ‘Fuck. You.’

Breathless, cock aching, dripping onto the floor between his feet, he watches you leave. Watches you struggle a little with the lock on his door before letting it slam shut behind you, not turning back. Gone.

[honeybubbledivination]

Hey! It’s Bunny! 🍯

Today’s pick a card is a love reading! (Sorta)

To start! Please, please remember that these are for the collective and I’m not God or all knowing! Please, please only take any advice in my readings with a grain of salt and know that at the end of the day it’s YOUR judgement call. Not mine! I’m not here for legal advice or anything, just posting silly little readings. A lot of this is self love, so some things may come up that will hit some wounds you need to heal! Major TW for cheating and themes of infidelity, substance abuse, and narcissism.

With all that out of the way! Below, I have the art from the cards below! Choose a card that calls to you!

The deck is “Lovers Oracle” by Toni Carmine Salerno! Choose which card calls to you most!

The overall energy for these readings is “When it comes to matters of the heart, there is no right or wrong. Every choice you make expands your understanding of life and love.” (Also from the deck used to symbolize the piles.)

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Pile One:

Welcome to your reading pile one! Below, I have a shuffled song, and my interpretation of the cards! If this doesn’t resonate with you, leave it and find another love reading! Please use your discernment! Thank you for buzzing by!

Song: Seven - Taylor Swift “Your dad is always mad and that must be why…”

‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Breakup, Truth, Divine Timing, Social Media, Family, Signs & Synchronicities, Mask, Player, Heartbreak, Mystery, Home, Surrender, Travel. (Typically I don’t take reversals for this deck because it’s a little confusing, but Soulmate, Date, Unexpected, and Relationship came out reversed, so take that as you will.)

‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Karmic Relationship, Mask, Lightning, Photograph, Cassette, Keys on a Ring, Healing Heart, Camera, Self-Indulgence, Girl Talk, Passion, Date, Palm Tree

Clarifying cards: Strength Rx, 6oW Rx, Justice, 9oW, Temperance, 8oP, KnoP, 9oP Rx, 4oW Rx.

Pile one! I am begging you to let go of that man (or woman, or person, or even situation if you’ve let them go) and FOCUS ON YOU. I see the possibility of you being married to someone, having a family with them, but even as their partner you have doubts. You think they’re on social media, looking at other people in ways they shouldn’t be and you’re right. I would go as far to say they’re actively cheating on you, Pile One. I did not like their energy one bit. I know you’re staying with them because everyone tells you all men have a lingering eye, it’s human nature. I can tell you it’s not. They’re with you because they like the thrill of cheating and because they know they aren’t worthy of you. Divorce them! Focus on yourself and do things you’re passionate about! Get back out into the world and treat yourself with the love and kindness you’ve always deserved! You’ll find someone later who aligns with you, but know that you shine brighter when you kindle your own fire! Go do you! Quit being mean to yourself! I’m proud of you and I think you’re a radiant soul who deserves the love you give to others. If you’re a mother, father, parent, please remember that the way you allow yourself to be treated integrates itself into your child’s/children’s psyche and creates their attachment and love style. If you’re scared to do it for you, do it for them. You don’t deserve to be an option. You are THE option. Don’t let any of this hold you back! Keep being sweet, Queen Bee.

- Bunny 🍯💛

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Pile Two:

Welcome to your reading pile two! Below, I have a shuffled song, and my interpretation of the cards! If this doesn’t resonate with you, leave it and find another love reading! Please use your discernment! Thank you for buzzing by!

Song: ‘How Did It End?’ - Taylor Swift “Didn’t you hear they called it off; One gasp, and then; How did it end?”

‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Toxic Relationship, Ghosted, Liquid Courage, Text Message, Unfinished Business, Ex Lover, Hookup, Intuition, Finances, Social Media, Friends, Snake, Addiction, Fear, Third Party

‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Ax, The Butterfly, The Sword and Rose, Stabbed in the Back, Clock, Healing Heart, Ascending, The Golden Mirror, Soulmates, Engagement Ring

Clarifying cards: 10oC, KnoC, The Magician Rx, 5oS, Justice, PoW, 9oW, 2oS Rx, 5oC Rx, 7ow Rx, 10oP, QoW

Hey, Pile Two! This is a pretty specific reading. You may have known this person is high school or possibly as far back as middle school. I think they were head over heels for you back then because you’re so creative, but there was some kind of third party situation and you decided it wasn’t worth your time. Everyone kinda thought you two would end up together, but you never did. Just barely brushing the boundaries of friends to hookups. They may be popping up on your socials more lately. They could’ve even sent you a friend request or they’re thinking about doing it! This person is not the Knight they present themselves as. They’re honestly dabbling in substances. I feel more alcohol than anything, really. It’s not your problem anymore, though. You’ve grown from a Page to a Queen of Wands who is manifesting her reality with her creativity. If they do reach out to you, handle it smoothly. If they already have, know that they’re a narcissist deep down and there’s a reason they’ve consistently gone through people since you let them go and they’re coming back to you with their tail between their legs because they think you’ll take them back. Don’t do it. They’ll love bomb you into an engagement and break your heart. (Not to mention, I don’t think they’re doing very well financially.) It’s all a lie, you make them feel good about themselves, but they don’t love you just for you. They love you because you love them. Let the past be the past and keep waiting for someone and something better. Focus on your artistic abilities and make some money. You don’t need them, Pile Two! Choose yourself, little bee!

- Bunny 🍯💛

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Pile Three:

Welcome to your reading pile three! Below, I have a shuffled song, and my interpretation of the cards! If this doesn’t resonate with you, leave it and find another love reading! Please use your discernment!! Thank you for buzzing by!

Song: ‘The Prophecy’ by Taylor Swift “Please; I’ve been on my knees; Change the prophecy; Don’t want money; just someone who wants my company; Let it once be me…”

‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Music, Roll The Dice, Divine Intervention, Spiritual Awakening, Magnetic Attraction, New Love, Secret Crush, Heartbreak, Social Media, Anxiety, Healing, Grass Is Greener, Relationship, Fated Meeting, Signs & Synchronicities.

‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Clock, Love Call, Abundance, Heartbroken, Date, Paradise, Hand of Cards, Soulmates, Healing Heart, Coffin, Healthy Choices, The Runner

Clarifying Cards: The Moon, The Star, The Sun, The World, The Chariot Rx, 10oC, QoS, Strength, QoP, Temperance, 6oP, 2oS, 3oC, PgoS, Judgement, The Hermit, The Fool

Pile Three! You’ve been through the wringer emotionally. You’ve have had your heart broken time and time again. It doesn’t have to be from dating, it can be a general distrust of human connection due to trauma within your familial relationships or even friends. You’ve been let down a lot, but you have this quiet hope that despite your avoidant attachment style someone will come to you and express their love. But, you can’t do that without putting yourself out there. Go do things you enjoy and keep healing yourself. Post on social media, get a job or a new one. Do something new and scary! Enjoy life! If you don’t already have a secret admirer, you little hermit, you will once you put yourself out there. It can be sometime as simple as blogging and making new mutuals, posting on Instagram, monetizing your YouTube videos, or making new friends at work. This person who will come into your life is brand new and will genuinely love you for you. There’s no ‘prophecy’ against you. You aren’t at the whim of fate. You have free will to make your life your own, love. Go live and do it passionately, you’ll attract who you need to as you settle into yourself more.

- Bunny 🍯💛

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Bunny’s Notes: Phew! 😮‍💨 That was a lengthy one! I really did start this with the intention it would be based on love and it turned into self love. (Kinda? Maybe should’ve been a little more specific. Oops!) Anyway, I hope these readings resonate for you in the best way and it helps you in the ways you need! Once the poll ends, I’ll be slowly doing each reading or post! Also, I know all the songs were Taylor Swift lol. Honestly, I used what I have in my library and I listen to her more than anyone, but if you have any recommendations of artists, please send some! I’m testing out new ways to post readings, so things might change up for a bit! Thank you for buzzing by! 🐝

-Bunny 🍯💛

[kpopsexstories]

One-shot #13: BTS Jimin has sex in the Bahamas with his girlfriend

This is the 13th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrity: BTS Jimin

Sex Content: Clit teasing/eating, Sensational ride, Female orgasm

Type of Sex: STEAMY

Word Count: 2.6k

This story starts out in third person, with Jimin and his named girlfriend as the partner. When the sex begins the perspective changes to first person, putting you in the girlfriend's shoes to make the experience more immersive 😉

Completely naked Jimin got out of the ocean and stepped onto the hot sand of a private beach. You know, because rich people can do that. He was in the Bahamas with his girlfriend, and the beach was lined with palm trees and lush vegetation. It was paradise on Earth.

His skin glistened in the sun. Water and salt was dripping from his flexing body. His muscles and tattoos shone bright, and his mushy ass cheeks swayed from side to side as his feet sank deep into the sand with each trying step.

Song Da-eun followed close behind. Her body was just as naked as his, and her heart was filled with love. This was the perfect holiday, and Jimin was the perfect man.

When he reached his towel Jimin turned around and sat down on it. He buried his feet in the sand to protect them from the scolding hot surface, and rested his arms on his knees.

He smiled as Song caught up to him, skipping across the sand as if the ground was burning. It almost felt as though it was.

When she reached him, she quickly leaped onto his towel.

“Hey!” he said and laughed. “Use your own.”

“I'm sorry,” Song said with a smirk. “It's too far away. I couldn't make it.”

She was just playing with him. She planted a foot on either side of Jimin’s body, while he stretched his torso and reached behind his back and pulled her towel closer. “It was literally just one more step,” he said and jokingly rolled his eyes.

She gave him a seductive smile. “I know. But that's one step too far away from you.”

The exotic holiday had been planned for months. Jimin had surprised his girlfriend with it, when one day he came home from work dressed in a fancy suit and holding a single rose.

Song remembered the day vividly. She'd been lounging on the couch in just a t-shirt, and the romantic gesture had led to some amazing sex. The couple had been together for years, out of the spotlight and leading a private life. Jimin's sweet gesture and the sex that day had reminded her of just how good they were together.

Of course at the time, Song had no idea just how much the trip they were now on would mean, and how it would change her life forever.

Now, on their very own beach, Jimin sneered at Song's cheesy remark and placed his hands on her thighs as she towered above him. He let them glide along her hips, while he looked up at the woman he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“I love you,” he said. “I'll share the world with you. My towel, this beach, our life. What's mine is yours.”

He leaned forward, his face perfectly aligned with Song's pussy, as she stood broad-legged over him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, then gently kissed the lips between her legs.

His nose brushed against her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his soaked hair. He turned his head from side to side between her thighs, sniffing her skin and intimately kissing her folds.

“Oh, Jimin,” she moaned. “I love it when you talk like that.”

When he stuck out his tongue, Song tilted her head back and pulled his hair. The sun in her face and on her exposed breasts felt amazing, nearly as good as the sweet words, soft hands and skillful lips of the wonderful man offering himself and his life to her.

“Mmm, Jimin.”

The words, hot body and sensual movements of his girlfriend were a huge turn-on for him too. His hands on her ass pushed a little harder, and his tongue ventured a little deeper inside her. Her feet sank further into the sand with every second that passed, pulling the towel down with them, and the vagina pressed harder onto Jimin's lips.

Jimin's heart was melting. He felt incredibly lucky to get to be with a woman like Song. It was magical, sensational, erotic and romantic all at once, part of the reason why the sex about to take place became his most memorable sexual experience of all time.

Song suddenly stiffened. Her abrupt reaction to his tongue and lips pleasuring her clit took Jimin by surprise.

“Ahh, fuck, Jimin!” she suddenly exclaimed and pulled his hair harder. ”Yeah, that's the spot. Oh, Jimin, I love you too!”

Jimin couldn't help but smile wide.

From here on you step into Song's shoes. The rest of the story is written as if you're Song Da-eun, Jimin's long-term girlfriend.

Since that day when he surprised Song you with the trip Jimin had been acting differently. Something changed in him. He’d been full of lust and love, routinely breaking the routine that you had both fallen into over the past year.

Here, at the beach, his caring actions were perhaps a result of the exotic location, or the scary and sad reality that he'd be off to the military soon. But even at home every single move he made felt drenched in love and desire. It was as if he’d fallen in love with you all over again, and you couldn’t figure out why or what had caused the change in him.

In truth, Jimin had been waiting for the right moment for quite a long time. And he knew from the day that he surprised you with the trip and how happy and excited you were when you said yes, that today was the day that he would pop the question.

When his tongue pleasured your clit and your body couldn't hold it together any longer, you suddenly lowered your head and let your knees give in. Jimin reacted to the shift by leaning backwards and putting a hand on the towel behind him, to keep his upper body raised.

With the other, he felt the side of your breast before he took your hand and pulled you closer. His bent leg stretched out onto the sand behind you when you lowered yourself onto his lap.

He placed his arm around you and pushed on your spine, pulling his chest up close to yours. You squeezed his hips with your knees, as you sat down on his thighs and engulfed the man in warm flesh.

Your eyes met, and you smiled into each other's souls.

“You're the most beautiful person I've ever met,” Jimin said. You felt his breath on your face as he spoke, and could almost taste the salt on on his lips. “So gorgeous it makes my heart hurt.”

“Oh Jimin,” you said and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Keep talking.”

He glanced striaght ahead at your chest, and caressed your back and shoulders with his hands. Then the smile on his face suddenly went away.

“I know how stressed you’ve been. I hope you find a job you’re passionate about some day. Even when I'm physically away, I’ll be there by your side every step of the way. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” you said and smiled.

“I mean it. I want you to be my forever lover.”

The comment made you giggle. Forever lover. But then your smile faded, as Jimin’s words sunk in. The army was a long time, but it was only temporary. Your future and the career you wanted was uncertain, but Jimin was not. You loved the man with all your heart, and he loved you. You’d be his forever if he asked you to.

When you didn’t respond Jimin kissed your lips, and you started to rock your bodies slowly back and forth. Wrapped in each others arms, you kissed and touched and moved as one, your legs still weak and his hard cock squeezed between you.

Jimin soon found your breasts again, and massaged them gently. He kissed them softly and moaned occasionally.

“Mmm, I feel so connected to you,” he said. ”Touching you is intoxicating. Damn, you turn me on.”

You held on tighter around him, and planted your lips on his forehead. “Mmm, yeah,” you moaned and started moving your hips in longer strokes.

Your face slid to the side, your cheek brushing against his. You kissed his ear while his face became buried in your neck, and your breasts pressed hard against his flexing chest.

His hands soon moved down to your ass. He bent his knees to the side in the sand and folded his feet beneath you to keep a steady position, while he panted softly by your side.

“You smell so good,” he said and took a deep breath. “So intoxicating. So wonderful. You make me feel incredible.”

You smiled at his exaggerated sweet words and pulled your head back to meet his eyes again. “I want you to fuck me,” you said softly. “I want you inside me. All of you. Your cock, your words, your love.”

Jimin’s body stiffened as his muscles tensed around you. His hands on your skin instantly became rougher, more passionate, and his small movements abrupt and even more filled with lust and desire than they already were.

He reached down between you. “Ahh, babe, fuck you turn me on,” he panted.

You leaned back to give him more space and raised your ass slightly. “Mmm, Jimin, I'm so wet for you. I love you and want you more than anything.”

You felt his dick around your pussy, and the head as it found home. “Mmm, babe, I love you so much,” he moaned when it slid inside and you lowered yourself onto his shaft. “I wanna feel every bit of you.”

“Ahhh,” you gasped when the dick stretched you. You squeezed your arm tight around his neck and briefly raised your ass again to control the penetration.

The head clung on to your lips, the shaft bridging your bodies and connecting your souls the way only sex can. You held on to his waist to support your weight, then gently lowered yourself back onto his length.

The head stretched your lips wider, and the gap between you slowly closed. The bridge disappeared inside you, as your pussy swallowed Jimin's manhood whole and your souls became as one.

“Ahh, fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

“Mm, babe, I'm so hard for you. I love how wet you are for me.”

Your body started shivering. “You make me weak,” you said. “But your cock feels so amazing. It makes me relaxed, and hungry, and thirsty for more.”

“Mmm, you make me stronger,” Jimin said and took a firm grip around your waist. He pushed the dick deeper inside you. “Your body makes me invincible, like nothing else matters but the love I feel for you. I can do anything when I'm inside you.”

This kind of sweet, loving dirty talk was almost too much, but it had always been your thing. Jimin was a romantic. Today, however, even his words hit differently.

His hands hardened. He pushed and pulled your hips, causing your ass to jump and vagina to glide up and down the shaft.

“Fuck, yeah, Jimin,” you moaned as his strong hands rocked your body. ”I can feel your strength inside me.”

Jimin started sliding his own ass back and forth on the towel, pushing himself deeper into you at an ever increasing pace. “Ahh, yeah, you make my cock so powerful.”

The power made you whimper, your voice soft and squeaky. “Ah, yeah, Jimin, ah, ah.”

You suddenly leaned forward in his arms, and put the weight of your chin on his shoulder. Your thighs and knees by his side tensed, as you felt the power fill you up.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and held you tighter. He rocked his body faster and faster, and pushed and pulled you harder, rubbing his cock against your clit. The sex and sweet talking put you in an emotional state you'd never experienced before.

“Mmm, Jimin, Jimin, you're so powerful. I’ll be your forever lover.”

Jimin suddenly raised his head but didn’t stop the powerful movements. He placed his mouth on yours and grimaced, then looked into your eyes and asked: “Will you marry me? Be mine forever?”

“Ah, ah,” you kept moaning, but then kissed his lips and smiled. “Yes. Yes! I'll marry you Jimin. I’ll be yours forever.”

Jimin’s face lit up, and you could feel something change inside him. He had indeed been waiting for this moment for a long a time, and now that he had finally asked the question he felt relieved.

The power inside him never went away though. Your answer only made him stronger.

“Ah, ah, babe,” he moaned, and his face returned to your side. “You make me so happy. Fuck, I love you so much!”

You arched your back to press your groin harder against his pelvis, and rocked your hips faster. “Fuck. Yeah. Never. Stop.” you screamed as you bounced on his cock. “Give it to me forever baby!”

Jimin unfolded his legs and stretched them slightly, but kept the bent against your back. He grimaced and pressed on your shoulder blades, sliding his ass back and forth on the towel with increasingly passionate and large movemements. “Aahh, ahh, so intoxicating.”

“Ah, ah, so hard and strong.”

“Fuuuck, yeah, marry me!”

“Mmm, I love you so much Jimin! Yes, Yes, Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes! Yes! Ohhh, Jimin!”

“Ah, ah, ahh, ahhh!”

“Ohh, Jimin, yeees!”

“Mm, fuck, baaabe!”

“Jimin!”

“Babe!”

“Jimin!”

“AAARGH!”

Your screams and Jimin’s groans carried over the ocean and disappeared into the gentle waves. When his power exploded inside you, your body felt weaker than ever.

He'd made you come. A great sensation beamed out from his shaft inside you, to every fiber in your shaking body. “Ah, AHH!” you kept screaming by his ear. “Fuuuck, yeah, fill me up with your power! Ahhh, Jimin, JIMIIIIIN!”

“Ahhh, fuuuck, arrghhh!” he groaned again, from the depths of his throat as he shot a second load inside you.

Your knees suddenly pressed hard against his hips as your body jolted. Your previously weak thighs stiffened, and every muscle in your body activated. The orgasm you experienced was amazing and strong, and the power Jimin gave you was unrivaled.

Jimin panted heavily. His skin was red and face flustered. Your bodies truly felt as one, when your orgasms settled and you finally collapsed into each other's arms.

The physical power between your legs was gone, but the power of love felt stronger than ever before. Jimin made you feel invincible, just the way you made him feel too.

When the exhaustion settled, and you regained the strength to look into each other's eyes, your souls were truly connected. Jimin’s length was still inside you, bridging the physical gap between your bodies.

It was the power of sex, the power of love, and the power you shared between you that made this day so special. The question had been asked at the perfect time, and the stress you felt back home no longer felt important. With Jimin in your life – your forever lover who gave you strength – nothing could hold you back.

“I love you so much,” you said and smiled, arms still wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders.

“I love you too,” he echoed, caressed your hot skin and gave you a kiss on the lips.

You couldn't wait to marry the man. Song Da-eun was a lucky woman, and this was the best holiday she'd ever had.

Want more one-shot smuts like this one? Check out Story Finder, an external website where you can browse the archives of this blog.

[marciaillust]

Heyooo! It’s me again (i hope i’m not bothering you by asking questions like these) I started making a comic and I’m struggling with the typography

Any tips or recs to look? I really like your work and that’s why I am asking :)

Heyo!

I can dish out a few tips but they aren't really hard rules so take them with a grain of salt and artistic freedom.

The most important thing imo is the presentation of the text on the page. The shape and number of speech bubbles will be registered way before any of the contents so it needs to looks the part. 

The first tip would be generally avoid the speech bubbles being overly thin and long. The example below is pretty tame but believe me, I’ve read comics with the wormiest of speech bubbles and they tend to not look good.

Sometimes the automatic alignment of the text will look closer to a square (especially if there are many short words in a sentence) so feel free to go in and move the text around via the enter key so it looks more like the rhombus. You won't always be able to achieve it especially if the first word in a sentence is long (e.g. the word "hypothetically") but a rhombus should be the goal.

While we're on the topic of speech bubbles I like mine to have really short "tails" (the bits that indicate who is speaking), unless I REALLY want to make sure the reader knows who is speaking in a scene.

 Also I always make the tails point directly towards characters mouth unless it would make the scene confusing (for example if two characters have mouths really close to each other or something, I might make one tail point a bit higher/lower/to the left/right to differentiate between the two speakers. But that’s like a super specific problem and could be avoided with proper frame layout.)

And like, never skip the tails unless its the same character monologuing at length. Nothing breaks emersion more than when you have to stop and turn into an investigator to determine who is speaking in a scene.

Now for the fonts themselves, in my opinion the size of text should be unified between speech bubbles and across pages when it comes to a single font. Example, all casual speech - arial, 14; all thought bubbles - Calibri, 15. 

That is of course unless there is artistic merit to changing the font and/or font's size. Making someone yell, suggesting a threat or sarcasm, indicating a playful tone or something akin to that -  lean into what you're trying to communicate visually.

All fonts are not made equal and sometimes you will have to adjust things manually e.g. letter spacing or line spacing. Generally I try to keep the spacing the same regardless of the font, e.g. "yay exciting" had massive gaps between the lines which I've shrunk to make it look more visually cohesive with the rest of the dialogue. Same with these ones:

At the end of the day typography and everything pertaining to speech bubbles is design work and what designs do is communicate a message and serve a function. I’ve had this picture saved on my pc for years now (reverse google search doesn’t tell me who made it but it’s like the bible to me so I will share it, I am almost certain it was made by tryinghuman but I might be wrong):

Really every part of a speech bubble can be “designed” down to a single word. The position of text, fonts, the shape of the bubble etc. And every change will culminate in an effect and the goal is to have that effect reflect what you’re going for.

Make it legible or illegible, make it see-through, capitalise one word, cover speech bubbles up with other objects, make them crack or fall apart. Not every speech bubble needs special treatment! But once in a while it’s nice to throw something different in to spice things up.

Also, and this is a rule that was bestowed upon me during a graphic design class, don’t use more than 3 fonts per page (again, unless there is artistic merit to it like e.g. purposefully trying to communicate a sense of chaos. Otherwise it just looks a bit unprofessional. In my opinion anyway.)

And the last thing I will say, and this mostly applies to comics in English, is some “speech” fonts include capital “I”s both with and without serifs. The serif I should generally be reserved for the pronoun “I”.

There is so much more when it comes to text in comics like the flow of bubbles across pages, splicing text across bubbles for communicating speech patterns or intentions of the characters, and there are tutorials about it out there but I wasn’t able to find my favourites on command............. sorry................ But I’m peppering this in just so you’re on the lookout for all the other cool things that go into comic making :)

Hope this helped!

[stromuprisahat]

Regarding Nikolai. it’s insane how the author and the fandom close their eyes and baby him. When he SA Alina, pushed her in a carriage so she could react, and then immediately gaslit her to think out was okay. He’s the one who actually used her and manipulated her to and succeed in getting the Ravkan crown. but the worst crime he has is the one where right after Genya tells him his father* and king is a rapist…..Nikolai rewarded the king. Nikolai covered up the king’s crime, made sure he received no trial at all, that no girls received justice, and to rub salt in the wound he gave the King a full expense paid retirement vacation with a “life full of luxury….safety” and even let the king choose where he would retire..oh sorry…LB calls it “exile.” So the King who never wanted to rule the nation, only wanted a life of luxury and attacking girls…gets a life of luxury far far away where he has no care or worry and he is free to attack any and all servants I’ve had in his luxury retirement. Leigh Bardugo should have re-read chapter 11 of ruin and rising. Rich white savior born with a silver spoon that manipulates, SA, and uses Alina go get in power let’s his father figure who literally SA’d genya and other girls go free and rewarded.

*father figure - publicly his father privately not really the bio dad And I call BS on the R&R proclamation that Nikolai didn’t know the king was a rapist. Nikolai was raised in the same halls, if the king’s reputation was so well known like LB keeps claiming it was in RoW then Nikolai would 100% know about it before he left for the military.

I have a problem with understanding Nikolai's actions.

It's caused by his moral alignment.

I simply cannot grasp how can someone put rules, established by other humans- therefore possibly faulty-, above preventing possible injustice. (Yes, I'm true neutral.) How can "a good" person be stopped by immaterial concept? If he believed there's some higher power, eventually judging all human actions, but he's an atheist!

What makes it more complicated, is his seeming moral flexibility. I'm not even halfway through Siege and Storm, and he doesn't seem bothered by lying, stealing, manipulation... is a piece of paper truly such a difference? Nobody wrote down rules about particular situations, so he can do whatever he pleases?

A bit of a hypocrite, isn't he?

... As he was helping me back into the coach, he slipped his arm around my waist. “Please don’t punch me,” he whispered. Then he yanked me hard against his chest and pressed his lips to mine. The crowd exploded into wild cheers, their voices crashing over us in an exultant roar. Before I could even react, Nikolai shoved me into the shadowy interior of the coach and slipped in after. He slammed the door behind him ... I turned on Nikolai and kicked him hard in the shin. He yelped, but that wasn’t nearly satisfying enough. I kicked him again. “Feel better?” he asked. “Next time you try something like that, I won’t kick you,” I said angrily. “I’ll cut you in half.” He brushed a speck of lint from his trousers. “Not sure that would be wise. I’m afraid the people rather frown on regicide.” “You’re not king yet, Sobachka,” I said sharply. “So don’t tempt me.” “I don’t see why you’re upset. The crowd loved it.” “I didn’t love it.” He raised a brow. “You didn’t hate it.” I kicked him again. This time his hand snaked out like a flash and captured my ankle. If it had been winter, I would have been wearing boots, but I was in summer slippers and his fingers closed over my bare leg. My cheeks blazed red. “Promise not to kick me again, and I’ll promise not to kiss you again,” he said. “I only kicked you because you kissed me!” I tried to pull my leg back, but he kept a hard grip. “Promise,” he said. “All right,” I bit out. “I promise.” “Then we have a deal.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 11

This isn't gaslighting. It's another kind of manipulation, if anything. He's playing it down, but in his case I'd say it isn't caused by some malevolent intentions, but different view on the matter. He's playing a part. While he isn't repulsed by the idea of kissing Alina, he didn't do it for his personal enjoyment, but to cement their union in eyes of the people.

Alina, on the other hand, doesn't intend to become anything more than her own private person. She views the kiss only as a transgression against her.

Nikolai is a people-pleaser, who obviously displeased Alina. While he might be manipulating Alina so he doesn't have to deal with her anger, it might also be an attempt to make it better. Children often do this. I did a bad thing, but if we both agree it wasn't SO bad, it will get better.

His swift reaction outside the carriage was about preventing Alina to ruin the image he just painted. It's not hard to figure out she's quick to anger and much slower to think. He already tried to introduce her to the concept of being a public person. When pure theory fails, apply more practical approach?

This is another example of Nikolai "The Diet Darkling" Lantsov in action. Collar Alina to take over her world-changing abilities to end wars is absolutely despicable, while mere kiss to use her status of Living Saint for run on position of power's possible to overlook, because Nikolai's motivations are noble. I guess that's the difference between Royalty reaching for the Crown and serf reaching for the chance to live.

The rape confrontation feels weak and unsatisfying, thanks to NIkolai's lack of spine, or fixation on Ravkan law, depending on your POV. Apparently he acted according to their legal system. I have a half-written post on this, but since we're on the topic, I agree it's one on those examples, when law guarantees neither justice, nor prevention of future crimes, so instead of cheering for Nikolai's fairness, we're left upset with his decision.

“You will write the letter, and tomorrow you will leave on the Kingfisher. It will take you to Os Kervo, where you’ll be seen safely aboard the Volkvolny and across the True Sea. You can go someplace warm, maybe the Southern Colonies.” “The Colonies?” the Queen gasped. “You will have every luxury. You will be far from the fighting and the reach of the Darkling. You will be safe.”

Ruin and Rising- Chapter 7

Sure, it's exile, loss of power and prestige... but how is luxury a punishment? How is relocation to a peaceful place instead of constantly warring Ravka a punishment? And most importantly- how does it prevent the rapist from raping more servants? Or other helpless, young destitutes?

It's like sending a serial killer on a paid vacation, weapons of choice included.

[metallicaislife]

Let Me Take Care of You

A/N: This works for any era James but this right here is what I was picturing 😍

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni and fluff(mostly fluff tbh)

Word Count: 788

Warnings: p in v sex, m x f pairing, not overly explicit- a sweet love scene hehe

I waited at the hotel while Metallica put on their show tonight. Usually I attend every show possible to support my boyfriend, James, but I’ve noticed this tour he’s been more stiff and sore so I wanted to prepare something special. 

It was late when James sauntered in. I was sitting on the couch reading. He wordlessly walked over and plopped down next to me. He kissed me slowly then pulled away letting his head fall back against the couch.

“Hey, babe. How was the show?” I asked, situating myself to face him. Placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing softly. 

“It was great. I feel like hell though.” He replied. 

“I have a surprise for you.” I said. He peeled his eyes open and tilted his head to look at me. 

“Yeah?” He said as his hand came to rest on my thigh. 

“Yup! Strip to your boxers and lay on the bed face down.” I instructed. James smiled lazily and followed my instructions. As he laid I lit a eucalyptus scented candle. I grabbed some lotion then went to the bed. I climbed on and sat on his butt. I got some lotion on my hands rubbing it in a little then started to work my magic. James groaned as I worked my hands over his stiff muscles. 

“Oh my god, you’re an angel.” He mumbled, I smiled. 

“You always take such good care of me, it’s my turn to take care of you.” I said.

He winced as I began working on a knot in his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” I said but continued until the knot was gone. I was so happy to feel him melt under my touch. I thought he had fallen asleep, but I was wrong. He shifted beneath me turning onto his back. I squealed and fell forward bracing my arms on the bed around him. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so he was on top. 

“What are you doing? I wasn’t done.” I said, searching his eyes. He had a soft smile on his lips. 

“I already feel so much better, love. Now I want to show my thanks.” He murmured and began leaving soft kisses over my face. Our lips met in a slow passionate kiss. He sat me up to remove my tank top, laid me back down and tenderly kissed the swells of my breasts. He moved down and took my pajama shorts off. He stared at my glistening cunt for a moment. 

“So beautiful, and all mine.” He said. 

James spread my legs and aligned himself with me, slowly pushing in. He leaned down, I wrapped my legs around his hips. Our lips met as he found a slow and sensual pace. My hands dug into his back. 

We don’t make love like this often, it’s usually fast and fun, but when we slow down and really show our love for one another it makes me melt. 

I came first, James soon after. We kissed a little while longer as he stayed sheathed inside me. He stared at me lovingly, tracing the contours of my face as I dragged my fingers lightly across his back. 

“I also got stuff for a bath.” I said grinning up at him. His blue eyes nearly disappeared as he smiled. 

“Let’s go then.” He kissed me once more before removing himself from my embrace. 

We walked into the bathroom and I turned the tub on adding some soothing Epsom salt and essential oils. 

James got in leaning against the back of the tub, I got in situating myself in front of him. He moved my hair and began nibbling on my shoulder. I giggled and leaned back against him. 

“What do you want to do when you get off tour?” I asked tracing his arms that circled around my waist. 

“See absolutely nobody but you for at least 2 weeks.” He said nuzzling my head. 

“That sounds nice.” I grinned. We took turns washing each other before getting out to dry off. He put on a pair of boxers and I stole one of his shirts. We crawled into bed. He laid on his back and I at his side, he pulled me in so I could rest my head on his chest.

“I love you.” James said, tracing soft shapes onto my back.

“I love you.” I said back to him. 

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, my love.” He said and kissed my forehead. 

“It’s a mutual effort of taking care of each other.” I replied and kissed his chest. He hummed in agreement. We drifted off together in the arms of the person we loved the most.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[autumnslance]

Dawntrail OST - Dawntrail Official Lyrics

(The music file is just slightly too big for Tumblr, so here's a video I found with correct lyrics. Any transcript errors below are mine)

Music: Masayoshi Soken Arrangement: Masayoshi Soken, THE PRIMALS Lyrics: Michael-Christopher Koji-Fox, Kathryn Cwynar Lyric Concept & Translation: Natsuko Ishikawa Vocals: Michael-Christopher Koji-Fox Additional Vocals: Amanda Achen Solo Violin: Yuma Ito

-

Time, no more once upon a time Take flight. Find your wings and spread them wide

It's time for the journey of our lives

From the ashes we're reborn Unto the heavens we ride Fighting through the storm Leaving our shadows far behind

Having walked right to the end With one more trial we are faced Turn back, transcend Only we decide our fates

Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go? No more runnin'

Tight! Seize the day and hold on tight The sun is risin' Life, take it slow and take a bite One day at a time

(Unwind your heart and find your worries'll disappear) (Here ev'ry trail is paved with hope) (Tonight the stars align, our fortunes, are crystal clear) Tonight the stars are crystal clear, they are. (Now turn the page to tales untold) All tomorrow's twists and turns - tales to see unfold with each step we take

Just imagine what's around the bend (maybe) (Magic or mischief? Gods forfend!) Endless marvels, myst'ries, newfound friends (Wilder than wildest dreams portend) Tender hearts or sorrow's skies to mend (oh oh) (Fill them with golden tones instead) Steady forward, there's so much to see (for you and me) (Together you and me)

Discover anew, the rainbow in you And color the night in laughter and li-ight The path that we take is ours to create Oh, running in stride, we can find our way Yeah we can. Let's go!

On this trail but we can't see the end (Until we close our eyes so)

Tight! Seize the day and hold on tight The sun is risin' Life, take it slow and take a bite One day at a time

Our time to shine Join in the salt wind's choir as we wander with the tide Come enjoy the ride Hold your head up high

High, on the dawn we set our sights A new horizon Fly, ever forward, starry-eyed To an open sky

[mincedpeaches]

Finally, FINALLY sat down and watched the rid2015 episodes where Blurr shows up and my god I forgot how much I dislike rid2015. Dislike so strong its boarding on hate. And I only watched like a season and a half before I'd stopped. I've always thought to myself I should go back and finish it someday (which is why I held off on the Blurr episodes for so long thinking I would catch up on the show and get to them in watching order). But I don't think I can. I just watched the Blurr episodes only and I could just barely stand it. God as my witness I really don't think I could manage watching the rest of the show. I made it through ENERGON once. And yet.

[raayllum]

25. a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

I have two pieces of advice basically that loop back into each other honestly.

Don't ultimately care about what anyone else says or thinks

Not caring about or trying to manage what other people think of you or your thoughts ≠ being rude or disrespectful, that doesn't mean it never happen - tone and frustration are absolutely real and I express the latter occasionally,

Other people are gonna ship things you don't or ship the same thing but in a way you don't like or just have opinions that are coming from a fundamentally different perspective or reading of the text and... none of it really matters. You don't have to conform to popular fandom if it doesn't fit what you think (that's basically been me in every fandom But TDP, so it's quite refreshing, and even then I very much felt like a lil island in the immediate s4 aftermath), you can ship whatever you want and so can anyone else. I think the most important thing with this is being self aware, though... like yeah I could hypothetically get annoyed over characters in TDP being childish, but coming-of-age stories are about kids and maturation, so like. I can vent in the proper tags but it may just mean the show isn't ultimately for me, y'know? Or at least that it's something I gotta learn to live with if I wanna engage with the show in a way that balances the salt and the sweetness

Additionally, one of the side effects I've found of being '''popular''' within TDP fandom is that my opinion will be taken as gospel or made out to be more than what it is, which is just my subjective opinion / interpretations, the same as anyone else's. Obviously I think my opinions are Right / grounded in the text (as do many people about their own opinions, whether they align with mine or not), but that doesn't mean everyone else is wrong, like... it's a children's cartoon show, if you're getting regularly butt hurt about what other people think or if they do or don't agree with you or whether ur ideas are popular or not you're not gonna have a good time, and fandom is a hobby. It's supposed to be a good time

Avoid taking things personally at all costs

In a similar vein to "don't care what anyone else thinks/says" that goes double for what they think or say about you / what you think. For me this means that unless I get 1) name dropped or 2) something that is so specific me it couldn't apply to someone else, I assume it's not about me. "Rayllum shippers / stans are so annoying"? Not about me and even if I am annoying - isn't everyone sometimes? Being annoying isn't a death sentence lol. "I hope the fandom takes this well"? Not about me. "People who defend S4 just can't admit TDP has flaws"? Not about me. "Snake boi Callum content is so dumb" is about a tag categorization I started for Callum's characterization, but has since more than taken on a life on its own... and isn't about me.

And even when it is personal, it says a lot more about what frustrates the OP or what they're trying to potentially wrangle than it does about me. Like someone disagrees with me or thinks I'm dumb, specifically? Okay, I know I've thought that about people on occasion, I try not to post it or make it obvious, but I can't control what you do. There were a couple of ZK bnf I thought were horrendously bad at meta that I knew by name bc they were everywhere, and it just meant forming my own atla communities/tags and/or stepping away from the fandom.

On a similar note, I'm still gonna keep doing my thing and I encourage people to block me and/or blacklist tags I use if they don't wanna see my stuff. I know how annoying it can be in fandom to feel like you still see stuff you don't want to if it's everywhere, which is also why I don't put all my stuff in the main tags either, but I'm not going to Stop Posting unless I... want to, which won't be happening.

I guess this all basically amounts to:

Focus on finding your people in fandom, cause they are out there

If you find yourself being annoyed by the fandom every day, or find yourself feeling like you have to rebut every little thing that annoys you (for ex, people saying they don't like Rayllum doesn't bother me, that's a neutral opinion. Ppl saying they shouldn't be in the show feels like more of a theme misread, however) work on stepping away and letting things go

Cultivate being fucking weird and unabashedly enthusiastic with self awareness. If you love a ship or headcanon or plot point that's fucking out there or clearly not happening, fucking go for it! Make or enjoy all the stuff for it you want. That said, maintaining awareness that the story doesn't need to go there in order to be good, or that there's not a lot of plausible grounding in canon, can be important especially if you want to connect with other fans.

Like CHET is my pet theory that has also been wildly fortunate enough to get a life of its own in the TDP / Rayllum fandom(s). I've been prepared to drop it three times. I think more than ever that's where the story is going in S7, and that there's a lot of continued setup for it / Something Like It, but I could be dead wrong, and I'm sure I will love if not prefer whatever route S7 would take instead. I love it, and I have a certain amount of attachment, but the story doesn't owe it to me, similarly to how I'm not owed in fandom to have people Like what I make or make what I like

Like respect should be given for sure unless I make a routine ass of myself, but again, I've been very fortunate that some stuff has caught on as much as it has because it clicked with other people who were already thinking the same thing, or found xyz idea made a lot of sense. And that's really nice! I think it's those things that help build a community. But in fandom you kind of have to be willing to be an Island first, and then if you get stuck being an island permanently, it may be worth reflecting on why sometimes — whether it's because of aggression, shyness, preference, or no real reason except your people haven't shown up yet

[melishade]

As promised I've returned to deliver Arcee and Wheeljack :) especially in love with how Wheeljacks holoform turned out as I was going in a different direction originally but I like this way better :D

Here's all of them together :p

For Megs I wanted to give him this apathetic, blank stare and expression with a strong facial structure and a paleish olive complexion from his time in the mines.

OP got the Daniel Craig treatment with the blue piercing eyes. I wanted to make his eyes round and kind aswell, matching his light smile. I originally wanted to make him a ginger lol. The earings and split ear I added bc I just felt like it and the scar above his eyebrow is inspired by a friend of mine.

Even though her smile looks a bit cocky I wanted to give Arcee a very sharp, observant look. I chose pink with tiny blue specs for her eyes to resemble her Prime appearance and the scar is an acid wound from Airachnid.

For Wheeljack I wanted to go for a kind of Frankenstein vibe (okay now I'm thinking about Dinobots in AOP potential 👀) and wanted to emmulate his finials with the greying hair. I actually wanted to give him a lighter complexion and looser curls but while looking at different faces for inspiration I saw an older black guy with salt n pepper hair and ran with it lmao. Also what's your Interpretation age wise? I was feeling like Megs is 53, OP is 51, Arcee is 36 and Wheeljack is 54 in human years :v

I am so sorry this took so long to respond to but this! Looks! SO AMAZING!

I genuinely love the thought and care you put into each and every one of the holoform designs and how you took inspiration from their characteristics, voice actors, and character experiences.

I like that these human designs have battle scars and signs of aging because these are four million year old robots fighting in a ridiculously long war.

There are a few things that are hilarious. One is that Wheeljack doesn’t have a holoform in AOP and the reason I gave was that Wheeljack wouldn’t have had enough time to get it installed. But I absolutely adore Wheeljack’s design.

Second is that I made Optimus’ holoform age in an Attack on Prime one shot I wrote back in 2014 be 30 years of age. Being a teen does that to you, but if you go into the lore of the Aligned continuity for Transformers Prime, Optimus is technically older than Megatron, which is something that I found baffling for a while.

But I would definitely agree that Arcee would at the very least appear the youngest out of the four holoform designs you presented.

There’s so much more that I want to say, but I do know what else! All I know is that I love the absolute thought and care you put into this! This is a show of passion and I would definitely like to see more of your artwork!

[shrenvents]

Dracula Teeth

Chapter two of the Miracle Aligner Series

Jennie's POV

I've never been one to say no to a challenge, especially if said challenge had a face like that. So here we are, him: a drunken mess with tousled hair, looking absolutely mouthwatering, and me: a ginger with just as much luck as a black cat tipping over a salt shaker. This situation was too good to be true.

Overhearing Mickey's rant about some famous person waltzing into the bar made it inevitable that my dumbass would be in this position. Frankly, I couldn't care less who he was, all I knew was that I wanted a peek at the celebrity who would dare come for drinks at a place this musty.

Hence, at exactly 10 o'clock on the dot, I unmistakably asked Les Cactus's newest star to 'leave with me.' Only my inarticulate mouth would turn a somewhat innocent request into something completely different.

Now looking floored by my bold statement, I knew I had to correct his misunderstanding. "I meant 'leave together to drink somewhere else' Alexander. Take it easy tiger." Despite my hands shaking, giving away how giddy I really am, I wear my best smug expression. I haven't flirted with a guy this attractive, well, ever.

His tense frame relaxes and he releases a rocky breath. "Don't look too disappointed," I say giggling, removing my apron. He rises to his feet, face beet red as he nods a yes to my earlier question. I internally commend his inviting stature as it lifts upright. He swipes his jacket off the barstool. "Give me a sec to grab my shit and clock out," I wink, spinning towards the locker room. I feel him watching me as I consciously make an effort to sway my hips.

...

"Okay, ready!" After announcing my return, I inspect Alex's lean frame as it lounges classically on a pillar next to the exit. His hair is flopped in every direction, indicating that he'd been harshly running his fingers through it. Hands resting in his jacket pockets, his eyes shift to me. I'm almost taken aback by the way he peers down at me. Gone is that flustered drunk. His gaze now holds a strange weight and certainty. As if he notices my small hesitation, his stare softens and a tiny smile tugs at his lips - god those lips. "Where're we headed Red?"

I pause as if I'm in deep thought. "A man your age down to go clubbing?" I respond with a grin. He huffs a low laugh. "Christ, how old are you?" He inquires, edging closer.

"25," I answer while teetering on my heels. His smile spreads at that.

"A four-year difference doesn't exactly make me old love."

"Doesn't exactly make you young though?" I briskly counter.

"Smart-mouth," Alex quips, peeping down at my lips as I run my tongue over their dried surface. I'm getting hotter by the minute, unable to withstand his heated gaze. Hastily, I grasp the exit's knob. "Let's get a move on then Alex." His chuckle gets cut short once the freezing air engulfs us both. "Is it always this fucking cold?" Alex bellows, moving further into me, brushing his sleeve against mine. I shiver instinctively. "Yep. Welcome to Canada!" I beam.

For a few short moments, we silently walk side by side. That was until my legs began to sway on suspiciously icy ground. "Agh!" I wobble for a bit before eventually regaining my footing, arms flapping frantically. In the meantime, Alex releases a hoarse laugh, tilting his body backward, and putting his enticing neck on display. My mouth practically watered at the sight. Though, my ogling is cut short when Alex suddenly falls on his ass.

"BAHAHAH," I burst. Visibly in agony, Alex glances up at my hunched figure as I embarrassingly howl with laughter. A pained smile creeps onto his face. As he begins to lift himself from the ground, I reach out to lend him a hand. "Oh, now you're gonna help meh?" He rolls his eyes comically, his accent sounding thicker.

Composing himself, Alex can't help but rub his ass, which makes me cackle once more, and I retract my hand to support my stomach. Then Alex begins to laugh with me - both of us looking kind of ridiculous.

Only when passersby give us strange looks do we stop giggling like two schoolgirls. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeat, still holding my belly in an attempt to calm myself. Wiping a tear from my eye, I spare Alex a glance. He looks the happiest I've seen him all night, and so damn handsome.

Just as I start to speak he glides his palm into mine. I stare at him dumbfoundedly. "You offered and I don't want to fall again Red." He states as if it's an obvious claim. I nod sheepishly and lead us towards the club again. A comfortable silence fills the chilling air.

12:46 am

Around eight shots later, Alex and I are just a drink away from ripping each other's clothes off in the middle of the club floor.

After arriving, we went straight to the bar and ordered drink after drink, the rest is a blur. But somehow, we made our way to the dance floor and haven't left since. Though our hands may stray away from an appropriate place every now and then, our lips have yet to touch. Alex's overly amorous gaze has downright entranced me. I circle my fingertips over his shoulders, familiarizing myself with his broad back. I hear him grunt darkly in my ear as he leans in, his nose grazing the side of my head, teasing my hair.

Incapable of resisting, I take this as an opportunity to nuzzle into his neck. His groan is muffled by my hair when my teeth impulsively seep into his neck, marking his skin. His hands clench roughly around my waist, and he growls, "Did you just bite me?" I'm virtually buzzing at this point, I've never wanted someone this badly before, especially not some guy I've just met. If I was sober, I'd definitely have taken off running by now.

"Hmm," I hum pleasantly in response, dragging my hands to his lower back and bringing him even closer. He eagerly accepts my pull, enclosing his arms around my torso in return, raising the trim of my tank top faintly. And then we sway; my head on his chest, nose to neck, while he cages me in. "Christ you feel good." He gently traces his thumb back and forth on my exposed skin. "If you think this feels good, just imagine the sex." When the words escape me, I can't do anything but hide further into his collar. Damn my drunken mind.

Immediately there's a little stumble in our syncronism. "I am," he mutters simply. Egged on by my words, he wraps me up even tighter till I feel his arousal, his palms now possessing my ass. We slow down to a stop and I yank my head back so that we're face to face. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter 3

[thecreaturecabin]

Seeing you’re doing better made my week. I’ve been a long time follower. Your progress as not only a creator but a person (from what you share) is inspiring.

Favourite thing to eat/drink as of late? Mine is chocolate chip eggos.

Hi this ask nearly made me cry in the middle of my biology lecture /pos

Messages like these remind me why I love content creation so much, and why I miss it :( I miss the community dearly.

Thank you for your kind words 💕 there’s times in my life where every day is a means of survival. I’m not recovered, and I don’t think I’ll ever be 100% okay, but I’m trying my best.

To answer your question: Oreo ice cream. I have a huge sweet tooth and it’s ice cream season now that it’s getting hot where I live :)

LOTS more below about mental health; read at your own risk (talking about OCD and the severity of mental health struggles)

TW// graphic depictions of violence, self h*rm, intrusive thoughts

When I say every day is a means of survival; I mean that sometimes “my best” looks like getting to the end of the day. Sometimes “my best” is getting UP and just surviving until I can be unconscious again.

I try to be reserved with what I share online, as I know as soon as something is posted- it’s there forever. I haven’t gotten into the specifics of my mental health struggles in a very long time mainly due to my reclaiming of privacy (I was an open book as a teen), but there are things I think are important to share, and in doing so actually help me recover.

So I’ll talk about my OCD a bit here.

Right. So I have clinical depression, general anxiety disorder, and social anxiety disorder. I have had these diagnosis since I was 15.

But in… I think September of 2023? I was diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder (aka OCD). It’s a type of anxiety disorder!

This was not only my first time being diagnosed with something as an adult, but also the first time anyone had ever told me that my behaviour aligns with OCD. I realize this is because obsessive compulsive disorder is not talked about very often, and like every mental illness, many people are relatively misinformed about what it actually is.

If you don’t know what OCD is; I’ll explain that here:

OCD is a mental disorder in which the person experiences repetitive and persistent intrusive thoughts. Everyone has intrusive thoughts, but not everyone experiences them at the same frequency and persistence.

Intrusive thoughts are NOT: “I wanna dye my hair blue”. That’s what we call an IMPULSIVE thought.

INTRUSIVE thoughts can be something like: “I’m going to jump in front of the car.” “You should cut your hand.” “When you open this door there’s going to be a dead body there”.

The “obsessions” are the intrusive thoughts. These thoughts can lead to repetitive behaviours that someone with OCD carries out in order to feel better. These reactions to the intrusive thoughts are called “compulsions”.

For example; maybe one of my intrusive thoughts is that someone is watching me. My compulsion for the thought is to look behind me - to prove to my brain that there ISN’T someone watching me.

I’m not a psychologist, so take this with a grain of salt - but this is how I would explain it as someone who lives with OCD.

Now, there’s multiple types of OCD, but I’ll leave that for you to research.

My biggest struggle with OCD so far has been the realization of how difficult it makes living to be. Before I was diagnosed, I was beginning to believe I was losing my mind /gen.

My intrusives (what I call intrusive thoughts) tend to be gruesome; witnessing acts of violence, being a victim of an act of violence, someone I love being a victim, or committing acts of self harm. They also focus on gruesome imagery. I have hyperphantasia- This means I see clear pictures in my head 24/7. This is great sometimes, but when my intrusives decide to torture me; they can manifest as horrifically violent imagery.

I have had to stop watching things like true crime due to the severity of these intrusives and how often in a day I’m affected by them. (I’d say on average I experience a minimum of 5-10 intrusive thoughts a day, always regarding the same topics.)

I’ve discovered it’s why I enjoy a busy lifestyle - and why my depression tends to act up during times like summer/spring/winter break. When I’m left with nothing to do, I’m left with my thoughts, and my thoughts can be scary.

To put all my feelings about it into smaller words: the realization that I can’t escape this has had a severe impact on my life. I live in my body. There is no escape from my own mind, and knowing that it’s my own psyche that’s torturing me every day is a hard pill to swallow. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I wish no one would have to experience this.

Sometimes I feel like I’m being dramatic about living with OCD, but those feelings are short-lived. When I say that it’s torture, I mean it is torture.

One of my favourite books- turtles all the way down by John Green - has a main protagonist that suffers from contamination OCD.

Aza, the main protagonist, constantly refers to her OCD as a demon. Towards the end of the book, she says “I wasn’t possessed by a demon. I was the demon.” - Chapter 19, page 229

Turtles all the way down has an incredibly effective representation of OCD that hit home for me, and I would recommend reading it. It’s also just a great book!

I hope this shines some light on what OCD is and how it may affect someone. If you have any questions, I would be happy to try and answer!

This was a little bit hard to write, and I’m sure it’s not something that’s easy to read- but something that I’ve come to understand about mental health as a whole is that it isn’t meant to be digestible.

Struggling with mental health is a horrible experience. It’s hard to live through, therefore it’s hard to read about.

[todaystarot]

Just like the fs pack too

I'm so done and tired with all these bs🙄

Especially all the people who's so obsessed with their fs this and fs that, when will he/she come? This month/year? What time and date?? And asking all that bullshit

Like bruh, stfu

How can people don't work their inner child, inner teen, inner trauma and love themselves until universe see you're ready and send your fs alignment ???

That's not how its work when you're obsessed and waiting for your fs to save you like a prince w a white horse saving you from the bad dragon like in disneyland😔

Oof I wrote such a long answer to this, but it got deleted because I got a like,, I am taking this as a sign to shorten my answer.

I honestly feel like your expression of this is unnecessarily mean, but I completely understand your frustration, especially if you are a reader.

I personally don’t really care too much future spouse readings either, because the only one I am interested in is mine lol. I do think it could be worse though.

Most people asking those questions are either bored or have already worked through major issues they were recently facing or battling.

You constantly learn and heal of course, but it’s okay if they wanna relax with learning about their future spouse.

I personally hate self, shadow and ‘how to heal’ - or something along those lines - readings because I can learn and go through my issues myself and usually people cannot read my energy properly either. Surely, there’s people who can relate to that in one way or another.

Considering everything though, you probably mean those obsessed ones who read future spouse pacs everyday right? And ask the same question several times to the point it’s unhealthy just to make sure everyone says the right answer.

To be fair with you, they most probably have an addictive personality.. meaning they get addicted to things easily. - though, you can work on this. I am not defending those who actively damage their health on purpose. -

In a community like this they were set up to fail.

Think about it, there’s a few type of tarot readers.

1 Those who genuinely adore and have an interest in tarot, understand it deeply due to studying it a lot or having experience.

2 Those who learned tarot not as a hobby but to gain money, but they are still very sincere and studied before opening a blog or youtube channel in order to not mislead anyone.

3 Overly sweet tarot readers, who exaggerate in order to gain people’s trust, but at the end they just want money.

4 Tarot readers who ‘keep it real’ but in reality fake asf bc they lie in your readings because their mentality effects their intuition

5 Tarot readers who really like tarot, but it’s not their calling bc they are gifted in something else.

All of these people post pick a cards, or at the very least answer free questions, host games and giveaways. Obviously, I am not judging, I am obviously a part of this community.

The thing is, since these people have an addictive personality they read any pac that sounds interesting regardless of whatever reader it might be from.. they might like it and read more for more dopamine hits, they might dislike it.. and then they can’t complain because of ‘if it doesn’t resonate leave it.’ Sometimes, it actually doesn’t resonate, and at other times the reader just let their intuition be effected by unrelated things. They can’t complain, because they will be viewed as toxic. Tarot is meant to be taken as a grain of salt after all.. it’s one of the “rules” of it. Besides, if they hate then the reader might get harassed, which is irresponsible and bad. They might block and move on with their day, or potentially go and read more pacs to try and hit more of that fleeting pleasure of dopamine. Then eventually, because of consuming too much things they will be confused on what’s accurate and what’s not. They no longer can pick a card, picture, crystal, figure or number. You get the gist. So they go on to ask questions in games, on blogs that answer questions for free and so on.

You know, what’s the kicker though?

They don’t realise that the future spouse they read about 6 months ago and today are different.. until they do. And their new addiction will be asking about them.

So, ultimately, this is a much more deeper issue than just “oh this motherfucker is annoying”.

That’s why I personally don’t want to be mean to them, I don’t want to judge them because even if they are slowly self sabotaging there’s much more to them that I don’t know. Besides, we can never truly know who is obsessed. Maybe it’s their first time asking, out of boredom.. to “test” intuitive people or because they are starting to be interested in tarot. Thousands of people, thousands of reasons.

No snow flake is the same shape.

So, yeah future spouse questions annoy the hell out of me too sometimes but everyone is a little bit like them. Some people are obsessed with career readings, financial readings, school readings, self readings, 18+ readings, spiritual gifts/dr readings, future self readings, inner child and so on… At the end of the day, we all have a preference.

At the end of the day, we can be oceans and skies apart but we are in the same community.

I do like your comparison to ‘waiting for a prince’. It reminded me of how Fiona waited for prince charming her whole life just to end up with Shrek. She was happier though, so that’s neat.

Either way, I am not disagreeing with you, I just like discussions.

[pjulian]

Lilac Patisserie - Aptly named for gay nerds

In the mood for some gay brunch and pastry, Saturday morning brought us to the ever fancy “lilac patassery,” as julian calls it.

Like many white people coffee spots in the area, I had been wanting to try it out for a while. A decently long line of people awaited as we got there.

They seem to have a large collection of cakes and tarts and things that made me want to pee myself or something. Truly tempted by the lemon cheesecake but the lemon merengue tarts captured me more. Lemon will always be seductive to me.

Anyways, a cute $80 pricetag for two mains, the tart and two lattes and we were seated.

A wonderfully gay man informed me and julian that he would “recommend that we cut the tart” after he watched us nearly break our forks trying to take bites. Tart pictured here, post destruction:

Things came out pretty quickly, lattes following soon after. I always enjoy cute latte art, although they gave me the GIRL design. Just kidding. The lattes were a decent size, julian’s was his coveted mocha, mine was a caramel latte.

Unsure if caramel meant sea salt caramel? A sip of mine tasted almost salty, however it was quickly fixed with a sugar packet. Very good afterwards.

Post-latte was only another few minutes until the food came out. I got the classic breakfast, something delightfully american. julian got his favorite french toast.

The breakfast was good. Being a bakery, they had some thick fluffy bread for toast which was its own experience. A little sugary for my taste but, good nonetheless. The potatoes were my favorite part, mostly nice and soft and well seasoned (with the exception of one half raw piece). That being said, Lilac makes an interesting decision to pair the potatoes with a sea of roasted onion and bell pepper. Honestly I didn’t even touch the onions, not wanting to deal with the monstrosity of onion breath for the rest of the year. The apple chicken sausage offered was a little bland, but good. Not an exceptional amount of flavor but I just love sausage. Overall the food was decent but not spectacular.

Most of the points for this place come from the atmosphere. Nice lavender walls and a really clean and dainty french feel. I don’t know how often i can justify a full breakfast at the price point but it’s definitely a place to return to. Campy and gay enough for me!

★ ★ ★ ★ / 5

Warm wishes,

pj

Read julian’s thoughts on his food below ⬇️

i was most surprised by the speed of the service as pj already pointed out, everything was delivered to us pretty quickly and paced out well. the tart itself i enjoyed but im also not really one for messy food and the gay guy telling me how to cut the thing was embarrassing so i cant really give it too glowing of praise but its also a pretty personal thing, if you like creamy desserts and gay men humiliating you then its probably great. the mocha was good just a little too sweet, i prefer it a bit more bitter but again thats personal taste it was still very good. i liked the leaf on it was very sad when i drank it to the point of complete dissolution.

the french toast was served with a cup of butter, syrup, and a side of assorted fruit. pretty average presentation but strawberries with french toast is like crack to me so i cant bring myself to care too much, dont need anything too exotic to enjoy the meal with.what definitely surprised me though was that i typically hate blueberries but the ones served here were actually great with a very consistent ripeness and sweetness to the point that it may have turned me around on the fruit a little. like sorry blueberries i didnt realize you could taste like that. the toast itself was pretty decent too although i wish it was served with a little more syrup, it was like a tiny cup i need the whole gallon.

despite lilacs pattassery not entirely aligning with my autistic inclinations id say it was a pretty good dining experience overall especially if youre normal. you got to hand it to white people. but only sometimes. id give it 3.5 stars out of 5.

best regards,

julian

Lilac Patisserie: 3.75 ★