#also couldn't sleep after

[king-spite]

just saw I Saw The TV Glow for the first time

[bacchuschucklefuck]

and! barbarian!fig! its her

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

THE TRAINEE Off Jumpol as Jane Episode 4

[monochromeblend]

fluorescent shrimp

[camellcat]

so, I just saw seeing red for the first time. I thought I was prepared for what I was getting into? I wasn't. definitely had to take a break after that episode... wow. I can see why it had the actors getting therapy cause it left me shaking just after simply watching it. I can also see how that episode could completely turn someone against spike/spuffy. I adore spike but uh for once in my life I did not enjoy seeing him on my screen at all after that

[call-me-pup2]

On the train zooming! Might as well have wore a scuba suit with the weather though, going to go charity shop hunting for a cute waterproof trench coat so with me luck!

[dykeseinfeld]

wait i was arguing with my sister abt this and preface they are all disturbing and emotionally affecting bc that's the point of the books but

[sparkleresthold]

Dr. Viktor my beloved 💜💚

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Never Grow Up is a sad song and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Wish I'd never grown up I wish I'd never grown up

Oh, I don't wanna grow up Wish I'd never grown up Could still be little Oh, I don't wanna grow up Wish I'd never grown up It could still be simple

How is that not the saddest thing ever. I get Robin is thematically the same, but it feels less sad because yes, he will grow up and he will have to face the realities of the world, but if his childhood was good he will have developed the resiliency needed to face the world as he gets older (you'll learn to bounce back like your trampoline). Whereas Never Grow Up is the kid who wanted to grow up, did grow up, and realized being an adult isn't fun, kind of sucks, and they just want to go back to being a child.

I am right there with you on Never Grow Up being a sad song. It gave me pause a few years ago when it was all over Instagram reels for families/kids cause I was like... Um... it's not a "aw we want them to stay little because they're so cute!!! 🥰" story, it's a "I'm so traumatized hurt by what I've been through that I wish I could go back in time to before it happened."

I don't want to pit Robin and Never Grow Up against each other because I love them both for different reasons, but I think the poignancy in them kind of stems from a similar well but goes in different directions. In both, the narrator's own pain comes through the world she's building for the child. But the difference is, I think, that in Robin, she's singing to the child and is vowing to try to help this child stay as innocent as long as possible. She's pouring all this love and loss and wisdom into a child she loves and who is loved by everyone in their life.

Whereas in Never Grow Up, she may be singing to a child, but it's clear she's singing to herself. It's the "I just realized everything I've ever had is one day going to be gone" of it all, which is why all the memories she lists are so heartbreaking. It's someone on the cusp of adulthood who's like, confronting the fragility of life. It's incredibly heavy for what on the surface sounds like a lullaby.

Or, to put it bluntly: Wish I'd never grown up -> Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.

[inthegardensofourminds]

May the Fourth be with you!

[citizenerased77]

[maddymoreau]

Fallout New Vegas Lucky 38 Presidential Suite Sleeping Arrangement Headcanons:

I've been thinking about how the sleeping arrangement would work, since there are only three beds and six couches in the Lucky 38’s Presidential Suite.

Here’s what I imagine:

Veronica Santangelo and Rose of Sharon Cassidy:

In the smaller bedroom to the left, Veronica and Cass share this bed together. Veronica is used to sleeping close to someone since she grew up in a bunker. While Cass has slept in worse conditions while traveling for her caravan work. So neither mind sharing.

Sometimes sleeping next to Cass makes Veronica think of Christine.

If Cass is up late drinking or can’t sleep (she finds the Lucky 38 creepy) then she’ll drink until she's knocked out. Sleeping on one of the empty couches or while sitting at the kitchen table.

Lily Bowen:

Lily sleeps by herself on the bed next to Veronica and Cass'. Since she's too large to use a couch and takes up an entire bed by herself. Everyone has woken up before to Lily listening to the holotape of her grandchildren, but no one is ever bothered by it. Lily has also tucked everyone at least once into bed.

Craig Boone:

Boone ALWAYS sleeps on the couch. He’s used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions due to his NCR work, so he doesn’t mind. I think he'd also feel guilty taking a bed. Also, he doesn't want to share a bed with anyone else because the last person he did that with was Carla.

He usually likes the couch next to the pool table since it faces the Lucky 38's elevators. However, if Cass falls alseep there after drinking a little too much, then Boone will take a different couch.

Rex:

Rex changes where and who he sleeps every night, but whenever he sleeps with Boone it’s like this:

Raul Tejada, Arcade Gannon and My Courier Six:

Raul, Arcade and her all share the main big bedroom.

Usually Raul and Courier Six share the bed with ED-E (and sometimes Rex) in the middle. Raul will 100% play the arthritis and old man card.

Despite ghouls being described as gross/smelly, even Raul describes it "stink like a public toilet after Cinco de Mayo". Courier Six isn't bothered by it and doesn't mind sleeping next to him.

Actually, during the two years she worked as a courier she slept alone in many dangerous places. So, now being able to sleep next to someone makes her feel safe and happy.

Arcade usually takes the two couches and pushes them together. It's never comfortable, but he would rather do that than share a bed. His height makes sleeping on the couches difficult.

Arcade LMAO:

When Courier Six and Raul are gone he gets some of the BEST sleep in his life. The Presidential Suite beds are probably one of the few times in the Mojave he's found a bed that fits someone his height.

If Raul and Courier Six return late and Arcade is sleeping they'll just let him have the bed and sleep on the couches normally.

ED-E:

99% of the time ED-E is snuggling Courier Six. However if she's gone he'll either lay next to wherever Rex has settled, intentional sleep near Arcade to annoy him or just float by the elevator waiting for her return.

Courier Six snuggles ED-E like this:

[spiocean]

before lesson 11 has come out

Solomon: You really just gave him the grimoire....

MC: I invested it in trust that will reforge my pacts.

Solomon: Well... I think you can call it the way, yes. Though you could have done more.

MC: You know, I don't even need it to control them.

MC: ...And if the grimoire was your version of a knife under the pillow I recommend you to remember who you sleep with. :)

Solomon:

Solomon: I—

Thirteen: You two, get out of here!

[softquietsteadylove]

I’m starving for some smuttt🤌 (any AU works) pretty pleaseeee🫶😘

"So, what was it like?" Thena asked from her position snuggled up to him. "Seeing my world?"

Gil kissed her forehead, "it was incredible, Angelfish. I'm glad you got to show me around."

"I am too," she purred into the side of his neck. "I wish you could have gotten more used to your tail."

Gil looked down at his legs at the end of the bed, under the covers. "It was interesting, I can see why legs feel so strange to you."

"Hm," she commented, in a way. She shifted and unfurled herself, letting her legs rub against his. His were hairy, which always tickled. "Legs are good for other things. And I like your legs."

"Oh, yeah?" he chuckled as she squirmed her way on top of him.

"They're strong," she settled on top of his chest and leaned in for a kiss. "Like the rest of you."

Gil laughed in his chest, jostling her faintly, but pleasantly. His hands settled on her back as he kissed her. "Is a strong tail a good sign of a suitable mate?"

It was for her, although it was a matter of personal preference. "To some."

"Well," Gil grinned up at her. His hips shifted slightly; he was getting in the mood. "I'm asking you."

She pursed her lips, trying to look coy about it. In truth, the second she saw his tail, she was - even further - in love. Its obvious strength and thickness, the shine of his pitch black scales. He had no way of knowing that the size of his fins would have been threatening to any male they encountered.

"Cuddlefish?"

She smiled, kissing him lightly again, "you were a very handsome mer."

"So," he raised his eyebrows, his fingers tapping lower, from her waist, to her hips, to her behind, "if you saw me, say, in the wild...?"

"Hm?" Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers walked up the bottom of his shirt, to settle on her skin.

"Would you think I'd make a good mate?" he asked before latching onto her neck, where her gills would be. He had unfortunately discovered that weak spot rather early on.

"Yes," she gasped as his fingers immediately made their way between her legs, which parted for him instinctively. She raised her tailfin, letting him push his fingers in, even at their odd angle.

"I've always thought you were beautiful," he cooed, kissing her neck, her shoulder, nipping under her jaw. "Especially your tail."

"Gil," she whined, moving her hips to encourage him. Tails were such an example of what made for a compatible mate. And he spoke of them so casually.

"It's so pretty, sweetheart," he crooned. He moved his fingers faster, having to move them in the opposite motion he usually did.

She rolled her hips, much like she would move them to swim with her tail on. It worked with his motions, both of them working together.

"How would you tell me you wanted to mate?" he asked, getting lost in the idea of it.

She tried not to growl at him; she was concentrating on her pleasure. And if she had seen a specimen like him in the wild, unattached, she probably would have pursued him more directly than she would like to admit. "Gil, it's happening."

He had asked her before about 'coming', but she was still confused by the word. 'Came' implied going or arriving somewhere, but she wasn't going anywhere--she was in bed with him the whole time.

"It's okay, hon, just let go," he encouraged.

His encouragement was the final push she needed. She tightened around his fingers, still moving her hips to draw out the process of her pleasure. Gil was so good at achieving it. And she had never thought of using hands in the mating process.

Gil gave her tailfin one last, affectionate squeeze before pulling his hands away. "You okay?"

She nuzzled her face into his bare chest, purring loudly. She had wanted to hear what Gil sounded like when he purred, but there was no time. She trailed her nail up his arm and the muscles of his chest.

"More?"

She nodded, still buried in him. She hoped human females also felt the need to be so surrounded by the scent and sound and feeling of their partner amidst mating. Otherwise she was just embarrassing herself.

Gil rolled them over, pulling off his underwear and helping her get his shirt over her head. He tilted his head as she rolled over, putting her back to him while under him. "Angelfish?"

She turned her head just enough to peek at him. "Like before."

This is how they would mate if he had his tail on.

She didn't wait to see the look on his face, but he granted her wish. He held her hips as he pushed his reproductive organ into her. She bit his pillow, moaning at the feeling of it. She had never felt it in this position, at this angle.

He was heavy, but he was certainly holding himself up so as to not put his full weight on her. He moved her hair out of his way so he could kiss up her back. "This okay?"

She moaned, nodding with her face in his pillow so she could inhale his scent. He trailed his tongue over the bumps in her spine, where small dorsal fins would be if they were in the water.

Gil started moving slowly at first, as he always did. Always careful, always concerned if she was comfortable. But the way he held and lifted her hips to meet his were the actions of a mate hungry for her.

She was hungry for him. She moved her hips, meeting his for every beat. She brought her knees together, feeling a squeeze below her naval when she did.

Gil seemed to know what it meant. As he pumped against her his hand moved, sliding along her lips and then rubbing circles above where they were connected.

Thena moaned, still purring from deeper within her chest. The sound was foreign to even her ears, but Gil seemed to like it, moving faster. She gasped, "Gil, yes, more like that!"

She panted for breath. Human lungs were so ridiculously limited. She dug her nails into the pillows, although she had a feeling she was destroying their pillowcases and Gil was repairing them when she wasn't looking.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned into the pillow as he gripped a plush handful of her behind, pulling so he could push deeper into her. "Seven seas, Gil, fuck!"

He liked it when she used his vernacular.

"Bite me," she whimpered. She could be mortified about it later. That feeling was creeping up on her again.

"What?"

"My neck, bite it," she panted. She picked her head up but she couldn't see straight. The warmth of her raised body temperature made her feel as if all she could see was a dreamy pink haze.

Gil lunged forward, spreading his hot, slick front over her back and latching onto the back of her neck with his teeth.

She came instantly, harder than she ever had before. It felt right for her--completing something that felt natural. Her hips moved beyond her control, rolling and swivelling and bucking against him. He also finished, and the weight of him on top of her increased. It was pleasant, though, like burying herself under the sand to be soothed during a storm.

"Y-You okay?" he sounded nervous. He moved her hair to inspect where he had bit her, as if his little human teeth could really have done any damage.

Thena moaned. She wanted to form words, but all she could do was moan, and purr, and tighten her arms around his pillow as if she were trying to drown herself in the smell of him.

Gil pulled himself off of her, although she immediately whined about missing the weight and the warmth of him. He pulled the covers up over them and wrapped his arms around her. "Thena?"

She emerged from his pillow, dragged sideways so she had to look at him. Her hair was tumbling everywhere, but Gil moved it out of the way of their view of each other.

"Is that a, uh-" he blushed faintly (always charming, her human), "mating...thing?"

She tucked her head under his chain, perhaps feeling slightly abashed as well. "If we were...you would bite my neck to secure my place under you."

"Huh," he muttered, because he was thinking very deeply about something. His fingers kept touching the spot on her neck, massaging any pain he was imagining she might feel.

She truly blushed now. "It's only done between selected mates. The bite is...a sign."

It was marked territory. She had bitten him before, but she had worried the permanent damage her teeth could do to his delicate human blood vessels.

"Oh, like," he moved his head so he could look at her, "an 'I'm yours' kind of thing?"

"Yes," she answered simply. She did not want to explain to him that it was a way of choosing a mate of all mates--that there would be no others after that mark was made.

"Well, I like the sound of that," he smiled, kissing her cheek and letting her cuddle against him again. So sweet and innocent, her human.

In truth, his mark would fade from her skin. He hadn't bit deep enough, and he probably couldn't, with the teeth he had. But he didn't need to, as far as she was concerned. He was her one and only mate, and she was happy with that knowledge.

And it wasn't as if she had to fend other mers away from him either.

[moonchild-in-blue]

vessel sleep token the first belly dancer

*runs away*

Come back 🥺 You're cooking 🥺

I wanna give him those cute belly dancer waist scarfs with the clinking coins 🥺✨

[olibavee]

working on a thingggg