#an ocean of minutes

[cookiescringe]

Today I did my physics homework. I’m kind of really bad of physics so I took a long time, and got tons of questions wrong too. 😅

I also read the first chapter of An Ocean of Minutes by Thea Lim. It’s a very creative story. The writing is good. The first chapters tells of the main character Polly Nader (pollinator, HA) leaving her sick husband behind in the eighties to time travel and work in the future corporation of TimeRaiser, in the late nineties. Apparently there was a pandemic in the eighties and the future needs people to help rebuild society.

The first chapter gives me the vibe of Among Us and of course, the pandemic.

[fine-x]

Dream:

In the AU set by Sentinel and Guide, it is easy to think that Dan's spirit animal is a snake, so what will Clockwork be? VL and I made many assumptions.

Maybe he is a whale, conveying distant and ancient echoes? Maybe he is a bird, overlooking everything in the world? Maybe he is a hummingbird, symbolizing the never-ending time?

Or...he is some kind of extinct animal, because I want to see him say: "They can actually reappear in the world based on the human imagination world, maybe this is the meaning of knowledge."

Clockwork rarely shows the form of himself combined with his spirit animal, and he does not show his spirit animal in front of everyone.

However, because Dan has nightmares, and Clockwork may have a heavy teaching task, he cannot accompany Dan all night, so one day Dan vaguely touched a long, wet animal crawling into his arms in his sleep, with a long tail and fins.

In the dark, Dan couldn't see it clearly. He thought: It turns out that he is a fish.

Dan sank in the endless darkness. Is this a dream or reality? The bubbles dissipated from his body, but he was too tired...

In a trance, a little light was approaching. The figure seemed to have a long blue tail and purple hair. Was it the messenger of the sea, the mermaid, coming to extradite his soul?

When he was caught steadily by those arms, Dan finally saw his red eyes and the flashing black lightning-shaped facial lines.

That was Clockwork.

He came to save him.

[thelethalsilence]

[vampireharpy]

The ocean chose me. I don't know why.

[osteochondraldefect]

"Your pet on Earth"

cell shadingless + lines version :] and fun fact, originally i wanted to caption this with "IT HIT THE SLAY BUTTON, FLEW THE MOTHERSTROID INTO THE EARTH AND CAUSED THE SECOND CUNTACLYSM but a part of me decided against that

[maclanahan--mermaid-comics]

Juniper lays on the sea-bed just to lure in a certain somebody…

Pose reference by @adorkastock's new Pride pack and she is over half way to the goal!

[thenookspace]

God fucking damnit I misread sith Obi-wan as siren Obi-wan ONCE and now I have THOUGHTS about small town siren Obi-wan disguising himself as an eccentric music tutor/boardwalk busker to explore the ~human world~

[azurish]

coincidentally, the last panel is what their brains end up looking like after all the stress they put them through over the course of the book

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[ormymarius]

the scales on his suit were so pretty

[cookiescringe]

I read another two chapters of An Ocean of Minutes. It’s pretty good. I like the class structure it has established, and the obvious exploitation of workers that only Polly finds strange.

This though, 👀, very steamy sentence.

I also did a chapter of the Calculus workbook I got on Amazon. I am on chapter 6 right now. The chapters are very short. I think I should do 2 a day because it’s review.

[evergreen-endo]

WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji.

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k a/n: unedited. thought about him on my drive home. enjoy. 

You and Kaji can’t ever just listen to music in the car together.

He really never intended for it to be like this at first— but once it happened the first time, it’s all he could think of the next time he got in his car. It’s the same every time; inviting you for a ride to listen to a tune that’s stuck in his head, one he claims he can’t get rid of until he hears it again. But with him, it can never just be one song. There are too many that make him think of you these days, despite his best efforts to press skip on those in particular. 

He drives around until night falls, and you’ve both shared everything you’ve had on repeat this week. As he pulls onto the highway, the low vibration of his car picking up speed thrums against your thighs, much like the guitar blaring through his speakers. The low light of the city falls on his hands as he steers with practiced motion, heel of his palm flat against the leather. Warm yellow light trails along the veins on his arms, dragging your gaze wherever it touches. It highlights the rim of his features for a split second, long enough to see the way he side eyes you.

He lets out a huff, leaning back against the headrest to hide in the dark, though it’s futile. As he whirrs past the overheads, the light guides your gaze to his thighs, spread lazily even with one foot on the gas, and up, up, up to…oh. It’s only a second that you see it before light rushes past, and you wait on the next street light to illuminate him. It takes its time, stretching slowly over the same path, fingertips to forearms to biceps. A flit of your eyes down, and the car leers onto the exit ramp, light changing its course and missing the bulge of his cock entirely. 

The both of you huff for different reasons, you in disappointment, and him in relief. Not that you can hear each other over the music, anyway.

You spend the rest of the ride bopping your head along and picking up your phone to add songs you like to your own playlist. He’s grateful that there aren’t as many street lamps on the route to your place, so you miss the poorly hidden smirk that plays on his lips. 

Pulling into your driveway, he thumbs at his wheel to turn the music down just as that one song comes on. The one you fucked to the first time he did this; the reason he keeps inviting you to do this. He pauses, sighing, and turns it back up again. You tense, thighs crossing as you hear the click of his seatbelt and squeak of the leather as he reaches over to click yours, too.

Kaji’s breath always comes out ragged— grits his teeth and hisses through them even as his chest heaves for more oxygen. He’s got you bouncing on his cock in his backseat, guiding you to some extent, rough grip on your hips because he really can’t find it in himself to be gentle. Not when you move so perfectly you hit every goddamn beat. 

You’re the perfect melody to him— he has half a mind to lean forward and turn the music down in favor of the sound of you. Ass clapping against his thighs, wet squelching from between yours, breathy moans and gasps and keens. He wishes he could isolate every salacious layer of sound— to savor it, ingrain it into his memory to replay over and over.

The beat of the song slows, just before he knows it’ll build up again. He takes the break to wrap an arm around your waist, effectively slowing the motion of your hips. You whine as he forces you to grind your clit against him, and he hums, captivated.

Using his free hand, he twirls his fingers through your hair, wrapping the strands around to get enough hold to pull you forward, the abruptness ripping a gasp from you. Perfect. Twisting his lips up, he tilts his head forward, letting a glob of spit travel past his lips and drip down onto your awaiting tongue as he plants his feet firm on the ground. With all the leverage in the world, he bucks his hips up into you as the beat picks up again, the heavy weight of his thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. 

It gets hard to move when you squeeze around him, ticks him off that you’re slowing down his rhythm. He just wants to give you what you deserve and you’re always holding him back with that fucking grip of yours. At least, he thinks, you’re giving him a chance to readjust his hips, so he can hit that spongey spot inside you until the song closes out, until all that’s left is the sound of your shared panting.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

FEFERI: “The best part of being fat is being soft and comfy to cuttle with” “The best part of being fat is knowing people like you for your personality and naut your looks” WRONG. T)(e best part of being fat is getting to swim in ice-cold water for FAR longer than my peers.

FEFERI: My skinny friends can barely last 10 minutes in the pacific ocean without losing feeling in t)(eir fin-gers meanwhile I CAN B–E IN T)(—ER–E FOR HOURS. I was hatched to swim in glacial lakes and icemelt streams. Also I float.

[the-descolada]

broad-clawed hermit crab moving house!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi dove!!! i love your new event, the vibe is so fun and relaxing (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ could i request floyd with no.8? for backups maybe leona with no.9 or jamil with no.2? thanks!! as always don't overwork yourself ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

side note: pls no angst the pain from last time is still here(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Fairytale Scene; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some really soft Leona

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Had to use your first backup, as Floyd got snatched up, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy scene and soft lion! [Damn, those eels go fast]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

An old vinyl was playing slowly on the record player, a slow jazz ensemble letting out low notes. It was pleasant, the calm music mixing with the gentle crashing of the waves coming onto shore, and the filtered sunlight coming through the linen curtains and warming up your skin. There was no rushing, no tasks that needed to be urgently done, and no one to boss you around. You could definitely get used to this. 

“You’re looking right at home there,” a soft chuckle broke you from your relaxed spell. Leona was standing in front of you, giving you a curious look. “Like a house cat sunbathing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fitting coming from you.” You stretched out, and rolled off of the chaise you were lounging on. 

Leona sighed in mock annoyance, but he could get used to seeing you without the weight of all your responsibilities resting on your shoulders. You looked — and by all the lounging you had been doing since you had both arrived — and felt lighter as well. And in the golden sunlight? Leona swore that you were glowing.

You lazily walked over to him, placing your arms around his neck. “Is something bothering you?”

Bothering me? “No, nothing at the moment,” he said quietly. What was there to be bothered by? The two of you were together, and there was no one around to annoy the both of you. “And you?”

You hummed along to the song playing, “Nope!~” You let out a breathy chuckle and started to gently sway back and forth to the music. “Would you care to join me for this dance… your majesty?~” 

Leona groaned at the nickname; you only brought it out when you were feeling teasing. He didn’t mind though, since it didn’t hold the weight it did at the palace, or the mocking tone that others sometimes used. You just were being a teasing menace and a cute one at that.

Letting out a showy sigh he adjusted your hands so that he was holding one and the other was placed on his waist. “I suppose I can spare one for you,” he said lowly, voice barely above a grumble. 

The two of you swayed gently together to the soft music, gentle swaying, and long, slow, looping circles around the room. You were still humming the non-existent lyrics to the song, and Leona hummed softly from time to time as well, adding to the melody. Never did he think that he would end up in such a scene; dancing with someone he loved so dearly in something that he could only explain as a fairytale scene. It was soft, domestic, tender, and filled with such innocent love. All things that Leona had convinced himself that he didn’t want. But then you came into his life. You threw a wrench into his life, but what a lovely wrench it turned out to be.

The song came to an end far too soon, and the two of you came to a slow standstill, still in each other’s loose embrace. Neither of you made a move to let go, instead you both just stood there, hand in hand, your hand on his waist, and his on yours.

“You make for a good dance partner,” you chuckle.

Leona raised a brow, “And are you surprised by that?”

You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist while looking at him through your lashes. “No, it’s just endearing is all.”

Leona had received kisses from you before, both soft and passionate, but this one actually made his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he did know that the way you looked at him just then… he wanted you to look at him with such adoration again and again and again. It was addictive.

He brought your hand to his lips, and returned the kiss, letting it linger so he could feel your steady pulse. Perhaps the two of you should come out here more often if this was what happened… Leona could spend the rest of his life with you in this picturesque moment.

~~~~~~~

Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @leonistic, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[gotskamstuff]

They killed JJ and they killed the Pogues ‼️

*JJ going through an existential crisis telling her how Luke is not his real dad”

Kiara: “Damn bro, that’s crazy” ��🏽‍♀️

*JJ showing signs of alcoholism and being verbally aggressive while not coping well*

John B: “…k. Fuck you” 🏃🏻💨

*JJ expressing suicidal thoughts by seriously saying they should’ve let him get shot ‘cause it would’ve been better*

Pope “…” 👁️👄👁️

*JJ dying in front of them*

Kiara/John B/Pope: “ naaah dude don’t” 🧍🏻👀