#and a long-ass nap

[viablemess]

I was silly goofy and didn't prep my CODAY post so I panic posted some little haiku. I know nothing about haiku, or poetry. So here is my little attempt because I had to have SOMETHING dated with 2-2-24 and I'll add something else later 🧡☀️✨️📙

[wildstar25]

There's nothing G'raha loves more than reading a book in the fresh air... except maybe getting to run his hands through Arsay's hair.

[artanogon]

i’m a boy! i’m a girl! i’m nonbinary! good for you. i’m trying to catch this fucking platypus

[yudidoodles]

Wuxian really went "Is being gay contagious??" and its the stupidest thing to me this man can figure out a 13-year conspiracy in like a day but he cannot figure out anyone's incredibly obvious feelings much less his own

Meanwhile everyone around them thinks they've been dating for a while now lol

[gazspookiebear]

Ugh idk I'm just gonna spit this out

I feel like last names are a very underrated thing in fanfics- There's so much potential!!!

Take Ghost for example

Imagine: He has his father's last name, he's not a fan of it, he falls in love and gets married, whatever.

Give this man your last name!!! Simon [L/N] would be so fucking cute in x reader fics???

Or shipping with other 141 members...

Simon MacTavish, Simon Garrick, Simon Price!!!

OR

Ghost has his mother's madien name and is very fond of it (I usually see x reader fics give the reader his last name, so I don't think I need to mention that lol)

But John Riley? Jonathan Riley or Kyle Riley?? God, I think I'd explode...

OR!!!

Combining their last names!

Hyphenate it or just put it together, idk. You can't tell me Rileygarrick or Price-Riley doesn't go hard??? C'monnn

Orrrr give him someone else's last name and make his last name into the middle name

Simon R. Price/Simon R. Garrick...

If I make an au where soap and ghost get married, y'all better BELIEVE I'm making his name Simon Riley MacTavish!!!

Sorry if this isn't coherent 😭🙏- just had to get this out so I don't forget about it

[bloodandiron-if]

If woken up from sleep for some fun in the sheets, how do the ROs react? And if they themselves feel the need, do they wake up the MC? 😏🤭

[Dating Stage]

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⚠️ SLIGHT NSFW CONTENT INCOMING ⚠️

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OPERATIVE D-6

Wake them up? They’d jolt awake at first—like muscle memory always expecting danger. But once they recognize your voice, your touch… their body eases.

They don’t say a word. Just a slow pull of breath, pupils blown wide in the dark, and hands that tremble for all the right reasons. They respond with quiet intensity—like they’re afraid to ruin the moment by moving too fast, or too rough, or too much.

Wake you up? Only if the silence gets too loud in their head. If the weight of memory presses too hard. Their need isn’t casual—it’s desperate in the way only someone starved of tenderness can be.

They’d brush their fingers down your arm, hesitate... then lower their forehead to your chest, waiting for you to stir. If you do? That look in their eyes says everything they can’t.

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DETECTIVE JUNO REYES

Wake them up? They’d slowly start to stir—voice hoarse, hand blindly reaching for you. A deep, throaty chuckle once they realize what you’re up to.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” They might tease, but there’s nothing lazy in the way they touch you once they’re awake. It’s intimate, grounding. A rhythm made for 2 a.m. confessions and skin pressed close under the covers.

Wake you up? Only if they’re sure you want it. They’ll watch you for a bit, probably with one hand trailing idle shapes against your back.

Then, a whisper: “Hey... you awake?” If you stir, they smile. If you don’t, they let you sleep—though their hand might still slip lower, testing your limits, curious to see if you’ll wake up hungry too.

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NICO/NIA RUSSO

Wake them up? They’d be a menace about it. Eyes cracking open like they just knew you’d come crawling.

“Damn, couldn’t last the night, huh?” But the smugness melts when they feel how much you need it—when your lips hit their throat, when your hands don’t hesitate. That’s when the teasing drops and they get serious. Fast. Possessive. Like they’re proving they still own the night.

Wake you up? They’re already halfway there when you open your eyes. Touches that started out lazy—maybe just arms around your waist—have turned into hips pressed too close and whispered words in your ear.

“You feel that?” they murmur, low and cocky.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You don’t get a choice. They kiss the breath out of you and claim your half of the bed like it’s theirs.

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KIERAN/KIERA MYLES

Wake them up? At first you’d hear a sharp inhale from them—but they recover fast—almost too fast. “Interesting time to make demands,” they murmur, voice dipped in velvet.

But they don’t turn you away. They pull you in like they’re the one who started it—every motion deliberate, calculated. Like they want to see exactly how far you’ll go, and how long they can keep you on edge.

Wake you up? You wouldn’t realize you’ve been woken. Not at first. Their hand’s already tracing skin, their mouth already making promises. The sheets shift, and suddenly you’re not alone in your sleep anymore.

“Shh,” they whisper, “I’ll be gentle… unless you want otherwise.” You were dreaming before—but now they’re the one writing the script.

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ALEX/ALEXI MONROE

Wake them up? They’d be soft, slow, and sleep-tangled. Blinking up at you like they can’t quite believe this is real.

“You okay?” they whisper, concern bleeding through. But when you answer with kisses and heat, their hands rise—shy at first, but needy. Their lips trail your collarbone like a prayer. They don’t want fast. They want close. Like they’ll fall apart if they lose you for even a second.

Wake you up? It’s hesitant—like they’re scared to be selfish. They lie beside you, fingers brushing your ribs, watching the way you breathe.

When you stir, they press a kiss to your jaw and mumble, “Can I...?” If you say yes, they’re gentle and reverent—like you’re something rare, and they’re lucky you even said their name.

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ROWAN/RHEA CARTER

Wake them up? They grunt softly, eyes opening like the weight of sleep still clings to their chest. But when they see you—when they feel you pressed close—they give in. Hands gripping your waist, jaw tight with restraint.

“Could’ve just asked,” they rasp. But there’s no judgment. Just heat. Just need. They kiss you like they’re still half-dreaming, but their body is very much awake.

Wake you up? They lie awake a long time, thinking. Wanting. The need isn’t just physical—it’s emotional.

So when they finally touch you, it’s slow and cautious. Not because they’re unsure, but because they respect you too much to rush. Their voice is low when they ask, “You trust me?” And if you do? They love you with something between a battle cry and an oath.

[elitecabela]

I love ur art and especially ur furry gentlesurgery designs. U have a beautiful vision of them in ur head. Mwah. May everything good happen to u

THANK YOU :D !!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!

OLD MAN NAP FOR YOU

[soren245]

RODGER!

I work fast on these drawings I love drawing this silly man I have back pain but I tried shading and lighting be proud of me trying to render my art :3 (the ring on his finger is because he married the fandom/j)

[velvetwyrme]

hot tip #1: dont stay up until 5am

[mwagneto]

it's crazy how much going to bed early and waking up early has improved my life. has anyone else heard about this shit

[andr0nap]

please please PLEASE tell us about your plane au, ive been SO curious about it 👀

theres like a lot and not that much going on in it, youd have to be specific bc i suck at giving general summaries of my aus

buuut the basic gist of it is that wolfwood finds a plane wreck on a scrapyard in nowhere, middle-of dating back to the space-faring age and decides to either try to fix it or sell the parts

over time he discovers that its not a normal jet and befriends the suspiciously human-sounding co-pilot ai thats been hellbent on gaslighting him into believing that hes a good person capable of kindness and deserving of love

somewhere down the line the peacemaker gets fixed enough to fly, crashes again and gets recovered by the bernardelli crew, the grand reveal happens and the ai turns out to be a plant guy that got fused into the engine and took over the whole thing, turning the plane into a biomechanical eldritch monstrosity

shenanigans ensue-

[jrueships]

has anyone had the coolata from dunkin?? they still have that, right ? & u can customize it?? does that make it super pricey?? i can pay, but i just like to be prepared so i know. i think i want a medium blue raspberry but my nurses all rave abt 'vanilla bean' ?????

[buckinlove]

this man really is going to keep talking until he drops

[fell-e]

I JUST FINISHED MY EXAMS!!!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Not forgiving yall for making me believe Price was a proper Tired Old Man™. What do you MEAN he is canonically 38/39 💀

and what do you mean Soap is like? 27? sir you are but wee boy. where are your parents.