#battery take 15 minutes for charging

[naycelium]

How do you achieve you distinctive style? Is it vector art?

Thanks for asking! So i draw with my finger on Sketchbook Autodesk on a laggy 5 year old phone (0: heres my process: i start with a 5000 x 5000 square canvas, mirror tool and a sketchy pencil, I sketch out the rough draft of a character until it looks about right.. Then i start the redraw process, I make it transparent, and start a new layer, I layer each shape like cutout construction paper.. I draw the outline of the torso in the color I want to use, fill it in, and then start a new layer, draw the outline of the legs, fill, new layer, arms, head, hair etc.. Then i go through with little details, separating lines, fur fluff, scales, face, etc.. So basically a lot of layering of solid color shapes on top of each other! Someday I will screen record a full piece when i can get around to it.. Hope this helps somehow !

[elliesmainhoe]

need ellie to take care of me drunk desperately

i love your writing 😭

Rescue Remedy

e.williams x fem!reader

summary: you call Ellie to come and rescue you from a bar after having a few too many drinks

warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, mentions of hangovers, slurred speech, drunk crying, fluff.

just realized this is basically a self insert vent post of a very similar situation I've been in LMAO

WC 1K

DAY 4 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

you were relieved when the familiar beaten up Ford focus pulled up beside you. you'd been sitting on the curb for almost 15 minutes- tear stained cheeks, smudged glitter and mascara as your body shook and jittered from both the cold Seattle night and the mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol causing the most humbling case of hiccups you think you've ever had.

"Ells!" you whined, a new flood of tears streaming from your eyes at the sight of your night in shining armour- your girlfriend.

"c'mon sweet girl" she huffed, hair thrown up messily in the usual half up, half down style, clad in red and black checkered pyjama pants, black hoodie that was splattered with paint topped off with the obnoxious lime green crocks you'd gotten her for her one Christmas, of course decked out in charms shed collected over the past few months.

before you could even process it you were sitting in the passenger seat, leather seats sticking to your sweat glazed skin, and sobs turning to hiccups.

this had been the worst night out you'd had since your 21st. and as soon as the car revved and moved down the road, Ellie's hand pressed firmly on your bare thigh, the fabric of your dress not long enough to cover the majority of your thigh.

"what happened sweet girl?" oh and by that one question, it's like Ellie had opened a flood gate.

firstly, you got to the club of choice after having to walk almost a mile from where your designated driver had parked, accompanied by a couple of friends. after queuing on the curb for almost thirty minutes, you reached the front of the queue and then promptly realized you had left you purse. with your id. in the car. a mile away.

so after you'd trekked all the way to the car, retrieving your purse and id, getting back to the club, queuing for another 30 minutes, on your own this time- as your friends who had not forgotten their id decided to go in and leave you to sort your shit out.

let's just say you were already a little pissed off.

secondly, you got in the club and it stunk. not just of sweat and booze, but piss. fucking piss. and to top that all off you couldn't find your friends so- you did what any other sane person would do and ordered shots.

shots that were actually doubles, but of course you hadnt realized that until way too late.

which leads into the final stage of the night, your head being deep in a grimy toilet bowl, knees bruised from having to kneel on tiles that were not grouted properly and pieces of them shot out and cut at your skin.

and by that point you had gotten out your phone, which was now on 7% charge because you had offers to use your GPS and it drained all your battery, and was a blubbering mess on call with your girlfriend.

you would later have to retell the story again, as apparently according to Ellie- she couldn't understand a word you were saying, just nodding along in a desperate attempt to keep you awake long enough to get a glass of water and a slice of toast down you.

it must have been during your tangent when you'd gotten home, as when you finally finished your incoherent mumbling you were sitting on the beat up leather couch of yours and Ellie's apartment, a couch you'd hated as soon as you moved in, but Ellie had a weird attachment to so it stayed in it's place, the first thing you saw when you entered the home.

Ellie was kneeling in front of you, sitting between your thighs and facing you, holding up a large glass of water,

"sip baby" she spoke softly, to which you groaned.

"do- do- I haveeeeeee to?" you whined, batting your eyelashes in an attempt to distract your girlfriend "jus' wan' sleep"

"you can sleep after you drink that." after another groan you took a sip of the glass of water- admittedly, it was refreshing, however you still gagged to prove a point.

"good girl" she purred, standing up and kissing your forehead, moving over to the cabinet to grab a packet of pills.

"fuck off"

she laughs, moving back with a small white pill in the palm of her hand, to which you begrudgingly take after Ellie promises to take you to get ice cream the day after.

you felt your eyelids droop once more, you couldn't tell if it was sleep, or just your false eyelashes becoming suddenly very heavy, you whine "'m tired ells..."

"alright I hear you, c'mon baby" she sighs, leaving a half eaten piece of toast on the coffee table, one arm supporting your back and the other under your knees as she made her way to your bedroom, plopping you on the mattress and you sigh, already drifting to sleep before you screech at the feeling of something wet in your face.

"hey- hey" Ellie laughs, "I'm just taking off your makeup baby, just taking off your makeup", she smiles, dragging a cotton pad across your skin, taking off the creams and powders you had applied previously, smudged mascara coming off with it.

Ellie was thankful you'd taken off your clothes as soon as you stepped foot into the apartment saying something which she thinks was "dresses like these are modern day torture devices"- but with the way you slur your words when drunk she could never be sure, leaving you just in your underwear, making her job a whole lot easier.

trying to maneuver you, who had now dropped on the mattress like a deadweight, would've been a too strenuous task for 3am.

after discarding the used wipes and pulling your hair back into a very messy ponytail, Ellie scooted in beside you, the mattress sinking as you unconsciously snuggle in closer, head nuzzling into the girls neck, her hand going around to caress your back, soothing you into an easy sleep.

the hangover tomorrow was going to be horrible.

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The third time I've tried to write this, I almost gave up 🥰

[litfiction]

oneshot stolen charger 🪫

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "arguing because paige stole your charger" , only playful arguing!

word count: 1k , notes @ the end (something fun!)

“Has anyone seen my charger?” You walked into your living room where some of your and Paige’s friends were gathered. Most people shook their heads no, some replying out loud. You sighed. Your phone was down to 5% and starting to lag.

You had felt around for it on your bed when the 20% battery warning popped up in the middle of watching your show but left it when you couldn’t find it. 20% was okay for now. When you got the 10% warning you felt around more thoroughly, even checking under your bed thinking maybe it had fallen when you moved around to get comfortable.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t there. Frustration started to set in when you searched all over your room to no avail, your phone battery quickly draining to 8%.

It wasn’t on your nightstand, it hadn’t been plugged into the outlet at your desk. You vividly remember taking it back to your room after charging your phone in the bathroom to let it play your music while you showered earlier.

After going out to your dorm’s common area you searched the outlets behind couches and through the clutter on the kitchen counters which showed no results. Literally where could it possibly be?

It’s not like your charger has legs and skedaddled off when you needed it.

Or maybe it’s just really good at hide and seek because now your phone was at 3% and you still have no clue where your damn charger could be. You’ve looked in all the obvious places.

Well, maybe except for one.

You quickly pace towards Paige’s door, leaning close to it to hear what she was doing inside before knocking. “Come in,” the blonde’s voice came a moment later.

You opened the door to see KK and Jana scrolling on KK’s phone. Your figure had appeared in the background and they had seen this, gesturing you over to show you off to the live.

“Hey girl! The live wants to see you,” KK smiled brightly. You momentarily forget about the search for your runaway phone charger to greet the people on KK’s live.

You squeeze between KK and Jana so that you’re all in frame before waving and saying hi quickly before turning to the girls on your sides to ask them if they’ve seen your charger.

Jana shakes her head no, followed by KK’s “Negative”.

“Seriously? I’ve been looking for like 10 minutes!” You sigh, exasperatedly.

The people in the live chat laughing at your frustration, some empathizing with your pain. You looked down and your phone was down to 1%. It was a losing battle and you’d just let it die at this point.

Doesn’t mean you don’t still need your charger.

You stand up straight from your bent position between Jana and KK, your face being cropped out of frame. Your head swivels to look at Paige and ask her if she’s seen the cord.

She’s sitting up on her bed, legs stretched out with one crossed over the other, her back against the wall. She wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, occasionally laughing quietly at something funny she happens to see while scrolling.

Your eyes meet her figure before flicking to what’s in her hand. Her phone, on charge, using your charger. The very thing you’ve been looking for for almost 15 minutes by this point.

“Paige!” You demand. She looks up from her phone to look at you, her expression calm but confused. “Yes?” She responds obliviously. “You stole my charger!”

She looks back down and then drags her gaze back up to you with a sheepish smile. “Give it back!” You demand again, putting your hand out for her to return your charger. She shakes her head immediately. “No! I’m using it now!” Paige retorts. You groan, “You always do this! You always steal my stuff and then refuse to give it back to me when I ask for it back!”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t ask, you demanded. Second, you can’t just wait until I’m done using it?” She questions you like she’s the one in the right. You glare at her. “I demanded it because you stole it, and no, I can’t wait this time because my phone is dead and I just wanna watch my show!”

By this point, KK and Jana (and even some people in the living room) aren’t paying attention to what they’re doing. Even the live was invested in this argument. KK was quietly snickering while Jana just watched this unfold.

“C’monnnn,” Paige whined. “Just give me 5 more minutes!”

You shook your head adamantly. “No Paige, I need my charger now.”

“How did you even get it? I had it in my room. And why? You have your own charger, Paige, do you not?” You deadpanned.

Paige just shrugs at you. “Aubrey needed a charger so I offered her mine but then I needed to charge but Aubrey wasn’t at a good enough percentage so I took yours. I just grabbed it from your nightstand while you were in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes. Of course she had. “Ok well, time’s up! Hand it over.” She makes puppy dog eyes at you, making you roll your eyes at her again. “That hasn’t worked for you before, it won’t work now.”

She leans her head back against the wall and sighs before unplugging the base of your charger from her wall and crawling on her bed towards where you stood at the edge of it to place the cord in your outstretched hand.

You shoot her a sarcastic smile before thanking her and walking back out to your bedroom. Finally, you can watch your show in peace.

You enter your room and head to your closet to grab your favorite sweater.

But when you open your closet doors expecting to see the fluffy bundle sitting in an organizer just at eye level, it wasn’t there.

Then you register what Paige had been lounging in.

You were too busy to notice it hanging off her shoulders. You throw your head back exasperatedly then yell towards her door. And you swear you hear her snicker with KK.

🔖 — i feel somewhat ashamed that this is the longest work i have on here.. also hi again! i haven't written in a bit because i haven't had any ideas :( my requests are open if anyone wants to send something in! anyway, this is day one of something i've decided to try! for july i'm gonna pick a prompt from a list i have and write something based on that! i didn't take the list from anywhere i just made it myself. i wanted to do this to just write more and push myself to write stuff with creative freedom since a lot of prompts are quite vague. but yeah! that's my update, sorry this so long oops. hope this was entertaining to some degree, thank you for reading!!

[yuquinzel]

[ 8:37 pm ] — miya atsumu.

the clock reads 8:37 pm, exactly 14 seconds to 38 and atsumu is painfully aware of each long, dragging and excruciatingly endless second because it's been exactly 4 hours, 19 minutes and 12 seconds since you left on him read.

he's currently laid on his bed, in his dimly lit room where the only source of illumination is the faint fluorescent glow of his mobile screen.

he's frowning, brows furrowed at the dull ‘seen 4hrs ago’ in anticipation because at any second now he'll see the ‘typing...’ indication and he doesn't wanna be late to reply.

atsumu is a fast and an energetic texter. he sends you at least 14 cat videos with the “ur the third one” message immediately after each. or he sends you those ‘ask your friend which hour of the day you are’ followed by a “you. blue hour” hopefully awaiting your reply because he needs to know if you think he's the golden hour or not.

y/n 🛐: you're definitely the golden hour then lol

the better twin: damn. didn't expect that.

he actually did. hoped for it in fact. he thinks about it for the next week.

you're not the type to leave people on seen for more than 5 minutes. at least not him. you reply as quick as you can with the same energy as him and have a habit of liking his rather funny texts from time to time.

so he's more confused than upset right now, thinking of all possible reasons you could've read his messages but were unable to reply. he hasn't seen you since last friday when you told him about a week long road trip with your family. his frown only deepens when the clock hits 8:40 and there's no sign of a reply from you.

he's beginning to type a quick “are u good?” when his screen flashes with a call. your contact name. the phone rings in atsumu's hand but his fingers are frozen.

you're calling him.

you don't like phone calls.

atsumu clears his throat because he doesn't want you to hear him squeal with excitement, but he's giggling and kicking his feet, running a hand over his heart and rubbing his eyes to make sure it really is you. he lets the phone ring for a mere seconds before picking it up, “oh hey” he hopes it's as casual as he thinks.

the moment he hears you speak from the other side, atsumu knows he has lost, “ATSUMU! I'm so sorry for leaving you on read. i was in the car and battery fucking died before i could reply and i lost my charger!” you're chasing after your own words, each cut by the next one.

“oh, nah that's fine. so ya found yer charger?” he groans internally at his words, but truthfully he doesn't know what to say.

of course you didn't willingly leave him on read. of course you're calling him now because you don't want him to think otherwise. of course your words are rushed, you've always been that way.

“oh, right yeah. i got home and charged it as soon as I could” you laugh with a newfound sense of relief.

atsumu blinks, “yer home already? weren'tcha coming this sunday??” he asks.

“ohh, no, we decided to come back earlier”

and the voice call ends, leaving you confused.

it's 9:29 pm and there's a knocking at your door, hastened and impatient, the way you know someone always knocks.

“’tsumu? wait, why are you here at this hour?” you ask, wide eyes set on the setter in front of you panting like he ran a marathon.

“ya said you were back and ya must be tired so i gotcha ice cream—” he breathes out, gesturing to the bag in his hand, “—gee, coulda told me you were comin’ back today, when'd ya get here anyway? how was the trip? did ya take pictures?—”

“atsumu” you say softly, and he pauses, “breathe ”

atsumu lives about 45 minutes away, 15 if he takes the car but as he's panting right now, you know he's ran all the way here. and if he stopped by the convenience store down the street and still get here in time, you're sure he needs at least a minute to breathe.

he smiles one of his boyish, princely smiles, “also got that movie ya wanted ta watch”

“i thought you'd have watched it already?”

“wanted ta watch it with you” he's giggling with excitement you know he's trying to hide.

“okay” you laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him inside.

“okay” he repeats.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[phightingheadcanons]

after my food hc submission I started thinking of sleeping headcanons..aha..ha…zzzzzz…

- sleeping 15 hours gets an inphernal a full charge of life energy, but sleeping half of that is enough for them to get through the day

- characters like sword or boombox would prefer being at full energy (boombox especially before a performance)

- meanwhile, some like medkit (pre-disaster) and subspace would use food to boost them instead, because sleep is time wasted when they could be working

> post-disaster medkit is very glad he can sleep now

- it’s kind of dangerous to sleep for so long, especially in playground where I imagine a lot of break-ins happen. sleeping buddies help lessen the risk, where you have someone you trust nearby to get you to safety if anyone attempts anything. in fact, that’s why playground has so many gangs — sleeping buddies turn into sleeping groups turn into…gangs!

- for inphernals who don’t have the joy of a sleeping buddy for whatever reason, it’s common to see them nod off for a minute before shaking themselves awake, like they’re constantly on 1% battery. this can also be said for shuriken because he doesn’t get enough sleep, poor guy

- it’s kind of considered a weak move to attack someone while they’re asleep, like you’re a coward for not being able to face them head on. this deters mostly everyone, and it’s not taboo or anything, just something to make fun of

- creative inphernals with creative gears can use them in creative ways to creatively get people to think twice before attacking them in their sleep

> vine staff could create a cage of thorns around herself, boombox could play a 10 hour scary noises playlist on his gear, katana could…stand menacingly with his sword unsheathed..!! (not saying it would happen, just using them as examples)

- rocket, previously being in a probably really dangerous environment, needed a long time before he was comfortable enough to sleep more than 30 minutes because, yk, he was always on guard. and even then, it was a while before he felt safe enough to take his finger off his gear’s trigger while he was asleep

> zuka likely experienced this too in his younger years

- the deities (+ banhammer) do not need sleep, though they could if they wanted to

- dom and valk need sleep however, but they’re so busy they don’t get more than 5 hours a night

you don’t have to tag everyone here cuz most of these were just small inclusions, but yeah this was fun to think about

— 🪐💥 anon

nuh uh tagging everyone is an art form by now I should make (thinking for a moment) an AP course for this

[ethereal-engene]

from home | jaemin

pairing: bf!jaemin x gn!reader

genre: non-idol!au + university!au, fluff, comfort, and slice-of-life  // warnings: brief mentions of food and use of cuss words & not-proof read

summary: Stay-at-home dates are where it’s at sometimes but especially for you and Jaemin. // word count: 1212 words

note: this is for anyone who’s an introvert and I am in love with jaemin. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

You were going to head over to your place after today but Jaemin and Jeno’s place is so much closer so that’s where you decide to go for tonight. Driving to school was already a pain in the ass and if you had to be in the car any longer, you might as well go crazy. Luckily they lived around 15 minutes from school and upon arrival, you wanted nothing more than to just cuddle with your boyfriend.

It was finals season again and it takes you everything not to crash and burn due to the deadlines you have to meet. However, you do your best to take care of yourself and Jaemin helps as well. A lot of people think he’s just a goofball but if they really knew him, he’s more than just a goofball. Anyways, you had texted him that you were going to crash at his place and he responded with let me know when you’re there so I can walk you in.

This was another sweet thing he always does for you. Walking with you and out despite being tired. The only times he didn’t do this was, of course, when he was out already or etc. You’ve tried to wave him off but he won’t hear it.

You can recite what says and it goes a little something like “I won’t be able to sleep easy knowing I didn’t walk you back safely. Your safety and well-being is important to me, so this isn’t up for debate.” After he says it, he opens the door for you and holds out his arm waiting for you to loop around his. His way of ensuring that no one can take you from him if you’re linked like this.

You don’t hate him for doing it though, I mean who could hate someone for being so caring about you? Fast forward to you finally parking your car, you text him and it only takes about a minute for him to knock on your car window to let you know he’s there. Unlocking your car and getting your stuff before looping your arm with his. Just as you’re about to start walking, you get pulled back and wonder why he hasn’t started walking with you. He doesn’t say anything, instead he grabs your backpack and wears it.

For how long you guys have been dating, Nana’s been quite good at picking up when you’re tired in whichever way that may be. Similarly, you notice when he wants to go home from an event even if he doesn’t say anything. Perhaps its just the introvert in y’all that makes it work so well. Having either you or his social battery dying is not the funniest thing to deal with. It looks like today is another one of those days except this time both of you have drained your social battery and are in need of a re-charge.

As a thanks, you softly plant a kiss on his cheek and lean into his shoulder while y’all both walk. His face can’t help but smile as he receives a kiss from you. Opening the door, there’s already food on the table and a favorite movie on the TV that you two have re-watched it enough times to recite every line.

“You know something, Nana? I’ll always ask myself if I saved a country in my previous life because I got hella lucky with you. Thank you for making us dinner and putting on our favorite movie. I love you so much and I hope you never forget it.”  Your mouth is practically watering and he kisses you to shut up because he can just tell that you’re hungry and that if you say anymore, he’ll never hear the end of it. After that, he nudges you to go eat but you’re stubborn and want to eat with him.

“Y/nnie, I love you too and hope you never forget it either. Even if you didn’t save a country in your past life, I still would have loved you just as I do right now. Come on, let’s go eat now or else it’s gonna get cold.” Finally taking your seats and y’all start to eat. For a few minutes, it’s silent and as the universe would have it, you both are about to start talking. His joyous laughter and yours blend into one.

You decide to hear him off first after exchanges of “you go first” and “no, you go first”. A game of paper-rock-scissors was used to decide who would go first. The winner would be the one to go first. Anyhow, he talks one of his finals went out today along with mentioning that the guys invited y’all out to go drinking but he turned it down.

Quite frankly, his social battery was drained from having to meet with his group mates for a final group project and needed some time either with you or by himself to recharge. The latter would be have fine but he’s glad that he gets to be with you. The thing about recharging though, whether it be alone or with another, it’s nice to just be around someone who understands the value in silence or simply being there with you. You two don’t always talk to each other or do things together. It sounds a little odd but sometimes that’s all we need to get back up on our feet and socialize.

They say silence is golden but so is being around someone who doesn’t take away your energy but rather energize you with their presence when needed. A healing effect if we can call it that. To add onto that, on the days where you do spend time together to recharge, it brings so much comfort and happiness. You’re always grateful for Jaemin for being there for you and being straight-forward with you & others when he doesn’t want to got out simply because he would much rather stay at home.

It reminds you that it’s okay to say no. Going back to the present, you guys finish dinner and decide to wash them later. Making your way to couch to cuddle and start the movie. You’ve forgotten just how much you miss being in his arms and feeling his warmth. After today, this was the best way to end it.

Not too long after the movie starts, you mumble a quick thanks to Jaemin for always saying yes to at-home dates. He reminds that this isn’t anything you have to be saying thank you to because it’s the bare minimum.

“I know this sounds cliche but because of you, I found the place where I can feel comfortable, you are my home. I can love you anywhere but I prefer to can love you more from home.” As these words leave his mouth to fill your ears, they wrap around you like a cozy blanket. You’re far too tired to respond with words so you respond with a heartfelt smile. He looks for your face and smiles back. Giving you a forehead kiss before turning back to the movie. Before he knows it, you’ve fallen asleep with a smile on your face.

He wonders what you’re dreaming about but he can only hope it’s about him.

thank you so much for reading this! I also wanted to make this longer but wasn’t too sure how. Honestly I want a Na Jaemin in my life. He’s out here raising my standards for men exponentially and I don’t think I’ll find a lover like him.

Anyways, to any of my college or students taking their finals right now! I wish you the best of luck and let’s finish strong!! I believe in you & we’re almost there.

Please look forward to my upcoming fics! Thank you and take care

signing off with love

- ash

[steddieas-shegoes]

Building furniture might actually be a circle of hell.

At least that’s what Eddie believes.

Steve is busy folding the clothes. There were so many clothes.

Babies needed so many clothes.

But they also needed cribs, which was what he was trying to build.

Trying being the keyword.

The instructions were terrible, and he’d given up on them 15 minutes ago. The drill he’d been using died before he even managed to need it, which meant the battery in it wasn’t charged, which meant he’d forgotten to plug it in when Steve told him to. He obviously wasn’t saying anything to Steve about that.

Steve offered to build the crib, insisting that he’d built his own bed frame and helped build a bookcase for Dustin.

But Eddie wanted to do this.

The call had come the day before, letting them know the baby was currently in the NICU and wouldn’t be released for four to five days, but could be released to them as temporary guardians if they could sign the paperwork and complete the house visit and interviews in time.

Obviously, they said yes, and it’s been a mad rush ever since.

In the mad rush, Eddie had offered to build the crib.

So here he was. Building it. Regretting his commitment. Wishing for death.

“How’s it going, Eds?”

“Great.”

He hopes the frustration can’t be heard in his tone, but Steve had been listening to his voice for almost 20 years at this point; he’s bound to catch it.

And he does.

“I can help. It’ll get done much faster if we both do it.”

“This is a one person job, sweetheart. I can do it.”

“Uh huh.”

Eddie looked at the screws and bolts and 2x4s currently in a pile in front of him and then up at Steve smiling at the clothes in his hand.

He thought about how long they’d waited for this, how Steve had given up on his big family dreams to be with Eddie and let him have his big dream of being a rockstar first.

How even when he finally stopped recording and touring, they still faced the fact that most places wouldn’t let them adopt together. That the world still didn’t think they could be good parents despite having everything a child would need in abundance. Especially love.

They both wanted this and both waited for this, but Eddie knew Steve was in heaven.

It was all he wanted for so long, and now it was happening, and happening so soon.

They were going to be parents.

They were going to have a daughter.

Eddie stood up suddenly and walked over to Steve, who paused what he was doing and looked at him with his brows furrowed, concern overtaking his features that were previously so relaxed.

Eddie pulled him into a kiss, one hand gliding through his hair to the back of his head, keeping him in place with his other hand on his hip.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against Steve’s, smiling at him.

“Will you help me build the crib?”

Steve looked at him with those beautiful wide eyes, the same ones he’d fallen into in 1986 and never emerged from.

“You want my help?”

“I want us to do this together.”

Steve bit his lip, nodded, and placed a soft kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth.

“We should get started, then.”

“I did start.”

“Baby, you’ve emptied the box and thrown away the instructions. That’s not starting.”

“Hey! I also separated the pieces that match!”

Steve rolled his eyes, but his smile said he was amused.

“You’re right. You did great, Eds.”

“Thank you. Now, don’t be mad, but the drill isn’t charged.”

Steve blinked at him, grabbed the drill, and flipped the switch on the bottom to ‘on.’

He pushed in the button.

It turned on.

“Oh.”

“Thank God you’re hot.”

“I helped save the world!”

“But a baby crib is what’s gonna take you out.”

Eddie smirked.

“You could take me out.”

Steve was busy looking at the pieces on the floor, but still responded.

“If you actually help me, I’ll take you for milkshakes after, how about that?”

“Bribery works. Deal.”

It took hours, and it probably shouldn’t have, but Eddie didn’t mind.

When Steve sat on his lap, staring at the crib pushed into the corner of the nursery, tears in his eyes, he didn’t think Steve minded all that much either.

[plaguedocboi]

Events today (????)

Woke up

Checked phone

Battery is at 35%

My charger is broken af and I guess it wasn’t plugged in Exactly The Right Way so it didn’t charge last night

That’s annoying but whatever, I’ll charge it in my car on the way to work

Re-plug the charger in, charges while I get ready

Battery is at like 45%

Scroll through tumblr for 15 minutes

Oh it’s Mtuesday, I must reblog the snail

Put phone in my pocket, get all my shit together, go out to car

Take phone out to plug it into car charger

It’s at 84%

What

How???

Conclusion: Moon Snail Mtuesday charged my phone. Thank you, Atlas

[soundprooft-visualz]

Humans are Space Orcs: Sentinel

Quanta sat outside a heavy vault door that had been sealed not ten seconds before she’d taken her seat. A deep breath caused the rebreather attached to her face to hiss as it filtered toxins out of the air for her to breathe in. Or at least... for her armor to filter out for her. Behind her sat the last bunker humanity had left on this miserable fucking rock. Even if it was a miserable rock, it was her rock. She’d been born here before the Frontier Wars had even started. She’d enlisted early, at 15, with forged documents after her little brother had been killed in a surprise bombing raid by the Xivaar. Behind the vault door, the last of the evacuation shuttles were being loaded by the last of the Planetary Guard, getting the only civilians left out before retreating themselves. It was a job that would take at least an hour. The issue with that was that the Swarm was only forty minutes behind them (and frankly, she had thought that was generous), and those claws would be through the tungsten door in less than fifteen minutes, less in the face of a swarm. Which meant someone had to but between five and fifteen minutes. At least she was pretty sure, math had never been her strong suit. The strong suit was wrapped around her body. A screech in the distance was picked up by the sensors, displaying a soft red pulse of light through the virtually constructed environment in the helmet’s visor. The multi-layers plates moved in tandem as she stood, picking up the heavy gatling railgun from the crate she’d left it resting on. A cable slithered out and linked to the weapon, and a crosshair appeared in her visor, moving with her weapon as the barrels started glowing blue, arcing with energy as she dug her heels in, watching the hills in the distance. She’d been picked for this because her teammates, Leopard Squad, had taken to calling her “The Great Wall of Quanta”. Hell, even she thought she’d earned that nickname. She was the only one who packed power armor after all, and the only one who carried weapons so heavy the exosuit struggled to move it. Even when the battery had run out during the Battle for Hill 249-B1, she gotten out and fought with her hands until she was dragged away on a stretcher. In her own words she was “one hard bitch”, and she intended to show these overgrown bugs just how true that was. Something skittered at the top of the hill and the sensors beeped. Quanta felt herself momentarily pitch forward before the suit’s gyroscope caught her, two rocket pods mounting up on her shoulders as the barrels to the railgun started to spin. There were scared people behind that door, behind her. She glanced down at the arm of her armor, where he unit’s insignia and motto was sketched. A squid, each arm holding a trident, faded into the words: 

‘For those who stand next to you, show them your respect

For those who stand ahead of you, show them cover

For those of them behind you, show them protection

For those who stand against you, show them no mercy.”

Quanta couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. She just couldn’t bring herself to be scared of the hundreds, maybe thousands of skittering legs charging her. She just didn’t care. 

Because she was a wall. 

And walls don’t care.

[armpirate]

Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 26

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events. 

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with. 

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months. 

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate. 

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position. 

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel. 

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was. 

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it. 

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself. 

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 15 minutes

Y/n's apartment was quiet, the soft hum of the coffee machine filling the air as she sat in her cozy living room. The warm sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it did little to combat the haze of jetlag that hung over her like a fog. Her body was still adjusting to being back in Seoul, and the exhaustion was just starting to leave her body.

Y/n: Are you sure you don't need me there?

San: No, work at your pace. There isn't anything urgent coming up

Y/n: is this a way to get rid of me?

San: Angel, you don't want me to prove to you again how bad I want you...

San: Btw, are you going to today's concert?

He had seen her favorite group a little more than usual popping up on his social media, only to learn they were having the first concert of their tour.

Y/n: I'm too tired to go

Y/n: And I don't really have anyone to go with

Y/n: Another day it'll be. I'll use this time to charge some batteries

San had been surprisingly flexible since they returned, letting her work from home so she could settle back into the routine at her own pace. She had spent the morning checking emails and finishing reports, her laptop balanced on her knees as she sipped her second cup of coffee for the day.

Usually, he kept in touch with her once or twice every few hours, but that day those messages at the beginning of her morning were the only thing she'd get, and while she appreciated the space, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

San rubbed his temples as he leaned back in his chair, staring out the window of his office. The familiar skyline of Seoul should have brought him some comfort after the whirlwind trip to London, but there was no such relief.

Jetlag tugged at his eyelids, but it wasn't just the sleepless nights that weighed him down. He had bigger problems. Much bigger. And even then, Y/n managed to steal a smile from him with one simple picture of her winking at the camera, while her laptop rested on her lap while she laid on her bed.

The masculine voice snapped him from his thoughts. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. San knew that only one person would feel entitled enough to step in his office without knocking. And a visit from him only meant one thing, and he was sure it'd cost him money.

—What got you smiling so much? —his father interrupted him.

—Nothing's that's your business —his answer was dry, trying to end the conversation before it could even start.

—You shouldn't speak to your father like that.

San simply scoffed just after realizing who was saying that. The fact that the same man, who lied to him to get him back to Seoul and live by leeching off him, tried to teach him how to behave was ironic.

—How was the trip? —he first asked, playing around.

—I've been back for almost a week already. Don't pretend that you care —San answered, not moving his gaze from the screen.

—I do care —he clicked his tongue—. I'm your father.

—Then why didn't you send a text the day I arrived?

San didn't even try to spot the lie by looking into the silence. He turned an expert through the years, being able to tell when he was lying just with the light switch of tone in his voice.

—My phone didn't work —he responded, after thinking for a few seconds.

—And you didn't ask me for money to repair it or buy you a new one? —he kept scrolling down through the spreadsheet—. And you for sure couldn't pay me a visit either.

He wasn't doing anything important on the computer. More like he was, but he wasn't able to concentrate with his father in front of him, about to start some nonsensical conversation that would take away most part of his energy.

—I didn't want to bother you.

Through the years, the answer to that comment went from "You're not a bother" to complete silence. San really thought he was a burden, but he also was the only person his father had. It wasn't like he could step back and ignore him, or leave him at his own fate. He was all sorts of things, but he was still his father.

—So? What brought you here?

—I need some money.

He was so predictable.

Yes, he indeed was looking for someone that could cover up Bonhwa's position since he was so close to retiring. But he certainly wouldn't take anyone his father recommended. It was enough for him to deal with him in his private life to jump into dealing with someone similar at work. It was something he wasn't willing to repeat after what happened a year ago. He remembered the complaint, the scandal it all caused, and how it put him and the hotel in a checkmate, where he almost lost most of the inversors.

—For what? I already gave you your part to survive this month, you better come up with a good reason —he blatantly shut the possibility of the conversation moving forward.

—This isn't the way I raised you. How can you be so inconsiderate?

—Let's not get to how you raised me, because you know how it'll end —San finally stared at his father—. I can't be throwing money at you for no reason. And I already told you I don't want you around the hotel either. This is my workplace, not your bank office. If what you come to discuss isn't an emergency, I don't want to hear it until I'm back home. Did I make myself clear?

His father didn't answer back to the question San was waiting for him to answer. He just let a dark smile paint on his face, while slowly shaking his head.

—I thought you were smarter than this —he sighed—. Chul.

At his call, a taller and bigger man walked into the office, closing the door behind him. His teeth clenched, squeaking against one another when he recognized the person standing in front of him. He had fired him a long time ago, trying to erase every hint of the chaos that was left after his father got his nose in his business.

But there he was.

The man handed a white file over his desk. San, without taking his eyes off the smirk on his father's face, took the file to eye it up.

—What is this? —he furrowed, looking for an explanation.

—A lawsuit—his father answered, almost as if it were obvious.

—I know it's a fucking lawsuit—his clenched jaw made his voice sound huskier—. Unfair dismissal? What the fuck is this, huh? Filming people without their consent —he answered, looking at the person who was once his employee—, and trying to get money out of it should be a valid reason.

—I have no idea what you're talking about.

But of course San knew his father was aware, and he could even bet he was the one behind the idea of demanding the hotel over that.

He pressed his teeth together, moving his gaze to the other extreme of the corridor as he tried to keep his patience throughout the conversation, knowing there was no way he'd find some sense in that.

—Is this really how you want to make things? —San asked, trying to sound calm— Why were you even asking for money when you were planning on doing this?

—Give us the money, and we'll take back the demand.

—What? —San frowned, looking back at the man who had just spoken up.

—You don't want another scandal related to the hotel —Chul answered, placing both of his hands on his back—. People forgot about that video, but imagine what will happen if one of the workers that was wrongly accused without proof goes ahead with the demand and takes you to court. But you know what will make it worse: how you knew who filmed the video but kept it from the authorities.

San's tongue pocked through his cheek, dropping his gaze to direct it somewhere else in the small office that wasn't the two men who were standing in front of him.

The problem wasn't who filmed the video, but who chose to post it online to earn money with every view. And that man was standing to his left, looking around calmly as if he weren't the main reason why they were there.

—Aren't you tired of messing with me every single day of your miserable life? —he reproached his father— For what do you need that money now, huh? A shot? Bets? I already pay for your rent, your food and maintenance. What the fuck do you need that money for? —his voice raised as he said the sentence.

—I just need it —he shrugged.

—This was your thing, wasn't it? This dude doesn't even know how to wipe his ass.

—Forty million won on his account —he calmly said—. On his account. Not mine.

Waving his hand in the air, he motioned Chul to leave the room first.

—Does your girl know about the little problem in the club? —his father pointed out.

—Not like it's a secret —San looked at the main reason for it—, right?

—I wasn't talking about that —his eyes moved back to his father—. You should know that tongues are more dangerous than cameras —his eyebrows furrowed, as he stood straight back again—. Honestly... illegal filming sounds bad, but that little problem you had with one of your girls in the club... shit, what would be of this place without its security?

Suddenly, San knew what he was talking about. He knew that once the scandal revived, the things that were added -whether true or false- would ruin his and Kalla's reputation.

His father's hand rested on the edge of his table, before he slowly leaned closer to his ear to whisper:

—Didn't I once tell you what goes around comes back around? This way you'll learn to prioritize those that are next to you instead of looking for ghosts.

San turned again when his father suddenly stopped midway, lifting his finger in the air.

—Hope I get to know that new girl soon.

He almost lost his composure after noticing the raillery on the phrase. Unsure of the lengths he could go if his father ever chose to trap Y/n in any of his messes.

He then remembered why he hated his father so deeply. At first, the laces that kept them together were family, mercy and empathy; but as he grew older, he could see the monster his mother ran from, being tied to him only by a mistake that wasn't even in his control.

Y/n stepped into the building with a sense of purpose, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she made her way to her desk. Just when she was scrolling through her email, she realized she needed some documents to work on, so she decided to pay a quick visit to the hotel and pick them up. And, honestly, her biggest reason to go all the way there was because she wanted to see San and surprise him.

She could only hope that picture she sent, from when she first started working one hour back, worked to fool him.

As she neared her desk, faint voices caught her attention. Pausing by the door, she hesitated, not one to eavesdrop, but the mention of something she had heard in passing before -that scandal. It was a vague term that had floated around the office for months, but there had never been any concrete information. Just a printed article she didn't manage to read completely because she didn't know the language well back then, and she didn't become curious enough to bother to look it up online.

Y/n leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. Inside, San's voice was low and firm, as usual, but there was an edge of frustration that she rarely heard, the other two voices sounded more calm compared to his. They even seemed like they were mocking him.

Y/n's heart raced as the door opened, showing first a big middle-aged man, looking down at her with disdain. Shortly after, a man around the same age followed him, bowing in response to her greeting. The conversation ended so abruptly that she couldn't see the ending of it coming.

Instead of stepping back, she peeked through the door, finding San with his eyes fixed on his table, fingerprints caressing his own temples as he tried to calm himself down.

—Are you okay? —she asked, stepping inside.

She thought that maybe he'd need that support. Big mistake.

San's eyes looked up at her, eyebrows furrowing at how confused he was about her there, when she was supposed to be in her place.

—What are you doing here?

—I... I had some documents —she pointed at her back—. You didn't answer my question.

—It's nothing —he shook his head—. I'm going out for a few minutes —he let her know, getting up from his seat—. Go back home.

It wasn't like he didn't want her there, but he for sure knew he wouldn't be able to give her the attention she deserved.

She nodded, waiting for him to cross the door to look back at his office, as if there was a hypnotic chant inviting her to step inside. Y/n glanced at her documents on the corner of the desk but found herself drawn to the laptop, where a folder remained open on the screen.

She shouldn't.

But her fingers hovered over the touchpad, her heart pounding. The folder title "Archived Articles" flashed at her like a beacon. She hesitated, but the curiosity gnawing at her got the better of her.

She clicked.

Dozens of articles filled the screen. Old headlines, some blurry with time, but all focused on a central figure -San. As she began to read, her eyes widened.

» The videos, which were filmed without the knowledge or consent of participants, were uploaded to various online platforms, quickly going viral and attracting widespread attention. The footage, taken within the club's private rooms, has not only exposed the identities of several high-profile guests but also compromised the reputation of the hotel as a safe space for its elite clientele.

» Security experts are questioning how such a breach was possible, given the hotel's long-standing emphasis on privacy and discretion. While the hotel has been known for its unique amenities, including its highly secretive adult club, this incident has cast doubt on its ability to protect its guests from similar invasions of privacy in the future.

» Choi San, the hotel's founder and CEO, has yet to issue a public statement, but insiders suggest the fallout from the scandal could be significant. With multiple lawsuits rumored to be in the works and several clients threatening to sever ties, the hotel's future remains uncertain.

» Legal analysts warn that the violation of privacy laws in South Korea, coupled with the hotel's failure to prevent the illicit filming, could result in substantial penalties, both financially and in terms of its public standing.

» While investigations are ongoing, the incident has already had far-reaching consequences, as industry experts predict a sharp decline in trust for such exclusive establishments.

Almost all the articles narrated the same thing, with a more professional or more juicy way to explain the situation. And with each time she repeated the story, she could only wonder how he managed to get every article to disappear or how he managed to earn back everyone's trust, not to mention the legal impact it probably had.

She thought back to her own search for information about the so-called scandal. There had been nothing. No news articles, no whispers in the media. Whatever it was, it had been carefully buried. But San... San had kept it all. He made sure everyone forgot about it, except for him.

She was so engrossed that she didn't hear the steps getting closer, nor his shadow irrumping in her part of the office.

—Y/n.

San's voice was sharp, startling her. She almost tripped with the chair, guilt and shock washing over her at once. He stood there, his expression dark, his gaze hard as he took in the scene before him.

—I... —she began, but the words caught in her throat.

—What are you doing? —his voice was low, but the anger simmered just beneath the surface.

He strode across the room, his footsteps heavy with restrained fury.

—I... I didn't mean to snoop —Y/n stammered, quickly stepping back from the desk—. I overheard... something, and I got curious, and then I saw the folder open, and...

—And you thought it was okay to invade my privacy? —San's voice was cold now, cutting through her explanation. His usually calm demeanor had cracked, replaced by a storm she hadn't seen in him before—. These files aren't for you to see. It was one easy rule you had: don't sneak inside my office if I'm not here, and this is the second time you do it.

Yet he didn't seem as angry the first time, which hinted at her how he wasn't angry at her breaking the rule, but at what she found out.

—I'm sorry —Y/n said, her voice small, suddenly feeling as though she had crossed a line she hadn't even known existed—. I just saw you so distressed... I overheard the conversation, and I wanted to understand... or try to help... I didn't think it would...

—You didn't think —San interrupted, his eyes narrowing as he closed the laptop with more force than necessary—. This isn't some mystery for you to solve, Y/n. These are my business, which you have nothing to do with. This is not for you to dig into.

She flinched at the harshness in his tone, guilt settling heavily in her chest. She knew she'd overstepped, but hearing him talk about it made her feel even worse.

—I didn't know it was still affecting you like this —she said quietly, her voice softer now, hoping to ease the tension—. I just thought...

—I don't need you to think! Just do as you're told. I'm sick of having to repeat myself with this —San shot back, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Y/n's eyes widened at that comment, feeling her eyes watering with no understandable reason. It wasn't because of the tone of his voice, or what he was saying, but the way his eyes were coldly piercing through her. It was the first time since they knew each other that he looked at her that way.

Y/n swallowed hard. She had only wanted to understand more about him, to fill in the gaps in the story. But now she realized just how deeply those gaps ran.

San's jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists. For a moment, it looked like he wouldn't say anything else, but then he turned away from her. He moved his head, almost as if he were going to say something, but his lips pressed together as he tensed his jaw.

—San —she took a step closer—, I didn't mean to upset you.

—Go back home, Y/n —he replied, still not looking at her. His shoulders were tense, his body coiled like a spring.

Y/n felt a pang of regret, realizing that she had pushed too far. She was about to insist, but something told her it was better to just nod and accept his needs.

Her lower lip was caught up under her teeth, feeling a wave of guilt settle over her. She had seen a side of San she hadn't expected, and it wasn't one she could easily forget. But more than that, she had learned that some secrets were better left alone -even if they were right in front of her.

As she gathered her things and left the office, the tension still hung in the air between them. She knew that this conversation had shifted something between them, but whether it was for better or worse, only time would tell.

Meanwhile, San could only think of one thing for the rest of the evening, and it was the look in her eyes when he screamed at her, almost towering over her body, while she bent backwards as a reflex.

He was annoyed at how she overstepped his boundaries, but in any other circumstance he wouldn't have reacted that way. And that made him feel guilty, because he paid with her all the frustration that was built up by his father, and which had nothing to do with her. 

Taglist: @brown88

[tea-and-secrets]

1.My family doesn’t respect my boundaries at all and expects me to talk to them anyway. I fucking hate my older sister. Stop talking to me. Stop looking at me. Stop following me around. When I call you annoying I mean it. I don’t care that you have mental illness you're not the only one. I am not a fucking stress toy you can poke. I keep telling you that I don’t want to talk to anyone at all and yet you keep annoying me. I fucking hate my parents. I don’t want to talk. Stop making jokes about me. Stop treating me like a fucking pet. My younger sister is just an asshole in general. She screams at everyone at mild inconvenience. And I’m a fucking hypocrite for judging her for that because I do too. I scream at them when they all talk to me. I fucking hate when people talk to me. I fucking hate the noise. Stop talking to me at the same time it's overstimulating it stresses me out and I keep telling my parents about it anytime they do it but they don't take it seriously because "I have read something online and made it up about myself". I hate talking to people. I am an introvert and I need time to charge my social battery to talk to someone for at least 15 minutes. They don’t let me. They keep speaking to me. It’s all too loud. Please shut up. I wish there was a mute button for everything. I wish I could mute all of you forever and never speak to a person

2.And also they expect me to forgive me for something terrible they’ve done in the past that traumatised me so bad they almost feel like bad dreams? Like I bareltbremember 2023/2022 because it's the year where my mother used to drag me by my hair for having anxiety attacks publicly yay (woah beating me up for having social anxiety didn’t help me get rid of it and actually just made it far worse?? no way) !! I don’t remember whichever year it happened, but my older sister once carried me deep into the sea and dropped me into the water to ‘help me learn to swim’, definitely didn’t mentally scar me at all that I almost drowned because of her! When I went out the water and kept calling her a monster I was called overly dramatically by mother. I was 7-8"¿ I think I was 5 where my parents used to waterboard me as a punishment (aka shoving me into shower and turning the water pressure at max so it psychically hurt me)?? Don't remember the feeling but thinking about it mentally hurts. Real fun. Parents when beating up barely conscious children for misbehaving gives their children trauma: 🤯

3.my favourite inanimate insanity character is taco I am not rereading allat for errors send ask

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[junewild]

>car battery died at work last night so I had to get a jump

>I discover that my ex sold me a car with a two-year battery that was three years old. I gratefully realize that I have blocked them on all platforms and cannot commit crimes in their DMs. I receive the jump, let it run for an hour, and then go home

>car battery dead again this morning so I had to get a jump, call the nearest battery replacement place to confirm I could come in, and go there

>I spend 70 minutes sitting in a parking lot. it is 81° and I have chosen to wear jeans

>battery place is CLOSED despite answering their phone and I turned the car off before seeing the paper sign on their door

>battery once again dead. jump is now 90 minutes away

>I walk to the corner store. it is also closed. I sit on the sidewalk to consider end of life options

>I notice an auto place across the street and wander in to ask if they happen to have a jump box. they do. it is dead

>jump now 70 minutes away. they offer to sell me a battery and I can install it myself. I do not have a wrench

>I ask if there happens to be a guy on a break who’ll help a damsel in distress & be venmoed for labor. they DO have two guys on break. they are offsite taking their lunch

>jump now 50 minutes away. guys return from break.

>one of them has acquired jumper cables. they take my keys, go get my car, and bring it back. then they install my battery

>they charge me the wholesale price for a brand new battery and $15 for labor

[hot-take-tournament]

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT

PRE-PRELIMINARIES #14

because i can't count and forgot 14 and 15

Submission 244

wired headphones are so much better than bluetooth ones

No more "someone just connected to my headphones, everyone please check if your phone has bluetooth turned on", no voice screaming "battery low" in your ear every few minutes as soon as the battery is under 50%, no more headphones dying on a long trip because you forgot to charge them, no more struggling to get your headphones to connect. And they're more durable because batteries will break at some point and it's expensive and complicated to replace them. Also batteries can randomly explode (my #1 fear). I had bluetooth headphones once and never again.

Pre-preliminaries will be used to decide what qualifies as a hot take. Propaganda is encouraged!

Also, remember to reblog for exposure! (exposure like when you're exposed to critical levels of radiation)

[specialinterestshows]

No clothes necessary for this smutty section of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic!

Warnings for this section: Kink (praise, BDSM, dirty talk), squirting

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 15 of ?): Toy With Me

“Finally,” Rhea said, pausing the show the two of you had been watching and giving you a small nudge, pointing at the pink toy plugged into the outlet. The light glowed without pause, indicating the battery was at full charge. You bit your lip, suppressing a smile.

“Go wash that, put it inside you, and turn it on,” Rhea demanded, her hypnotizing gaze complimenting her commanding tone, “I want you stripped down and sitting on the bed in five minutes.”

“Yes, Mami,” you can’t mask the excitement in your voice. Unplugging the vibrator, you practically skip into the bathroom, washing the silicone toy with soap and water once you get there. The texture was surprisingly soft, you note, running your fingers over what looked like the section that pulled together and apart to create thrust.

Remembering your time limit, you quickly take off what looked to be your second pair of ruined underwear today, judging by the wet spot. You duck into the bedroom, closing the blinds before removing your dress and grabbing the bottle of lube near your bed. Once slick, you gently press the toy against yourself. It enters you easily as you let out a soft moan. The design kept the toy inside you as you walked - hyperaware of each sensation - to grab a towel and throw it on the bed. Sitting down on the absorbent cloth, you gasp slightly as the toy is shoved a bit further inside of you, now pressed against both you and the mattress with very little give. Removing your bra, you stare eagerly at the doorway.

It isn’t long before Rhea enters, wearing nothing but fishnets and a corset, remote in hand. Your jaw drops, taking in the way every strand of fabric hugged her delicious curves. She smiles, slowly approaching you, almost seeming to grow more dominant the longer you stare - as if feeding on your adoration.

“Ready for me?” she asked, eyes making their way down your body. You shiver slightly, as if she had touched you, leaning back and spreading your legs to show off the toy.

“Mmm, good girl,” Rhea gives you a quick kiss before running her hands down your chest, teasing your nipples.

“Same rules as earlier?” you check.

“That’s right,” she whispered in your ear before giving it a small bite, smiling at the noise you make, “If you come without permission, Mami punishes you. So be a good girl.”

A soft click is the only warning you get before the toy inside you starts vibrating on the lowest setting. The sensation makes you let out a whine before another click turns on the lowest thrust setting, now accompanying the vibration. You moan, gripping the towel as small waves of pleasure make you twitch. Taking advantage of your desperate state, Rhea pushes you all the way down onto the bed and gropes you one last time before straddling your face, a hand resting on the wall to keep herself steady. One glance down at your blushing face underneath her and she can tell you want nothing more than to please.

“Tap my leg if you’re getting close or if the toy gets to be too much,” she instructs you.

“Yes, Mami,” you reply, holding onto her thighs with both hands and opening your mouth, tongue slightly out. Rhea lowers herself, letting out a low moan once your mouth makes contact.

“Mmm, I missed having your mouth on me,” she says, grinding against you, “Might just have to take you with me when I leave, keep you around as my personal slut.”

She chuckles as you moan against her, reveling in how much control her words had over you. At the quickening pace of your tongue, Rhea presses another button, making the vibration of your toy louder and more intense.

“Oh fuck yes,” she said, responding to your increasingly desperate moans as you twitch, the waves of pleasure becoming increasingly difficult to resist. You tap Rhea’s thigh urgently and she turns the toy off completely, easing up on your mouth.

“All good?” she asks.

“Mmhm,” you respond, aching around the toy for the orgasm you’d almost reached, “I was just getting really close.”

“Good girl” - you smile at her praise - “Now don’t ask to come until after I do.”

She waits for your “yes, Mami” before lowering herself again and turning both thrust and vibrate back on. You put all the effort and focus you can into the way you move your mouth despite your own moaning and twitching. It isn’t long before both of you are getting close to coming. Gripping her thighs, you do your best to not to give into the pleasure, your body screaming for release.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” Rhea's fingers gripped your hair as she encourages you, too lost in her own bliss to notice how close you were. A loud moan rang out as she threw back her head, squirting into your mouth. Both sexy and unexpected, suddenly being covered in her cum was what brought you over the edge. In your surprise, you’d lost focus and let yourself come undone. Your moan began muffled, still pressed against Rhea, but rang out into the open air as she moved away. Even in the haze of a strong orgasm, you felt a thrill. All motion coming from the toy stopped. You were definitely in trouble.

“And you were being such a good girl,” Rhea tuts, shaking her head, “I was going to let you come right after me, but you didn’t even ask. And now Mami has to punish you.”

Fuck.

[end part fifteen of ?]

Part 16: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724763907433152512/absolute-smokeshow-part-16-of-you-shouldnt

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[allthingsfern]

Planning ahead for the unplanned?

So, I went to S. Florida to visit my family and friends for a week. Last Wednesday I left very early (3:15 a.m.) for the airport in a Lyft. The flight was scheduled to depart at 5:30 a.m.

I was ready for my flight. I was packed 2 days in advance; I pack super light, taking just 1 carry on. I got in the Lyft and the driver was very nice. We were having a great conversation.

Then my camera bag where was my camera

Yeah, I forgot it. Left it next to my work table, all packed with a fully charged extra battery and ready. I was looking forward to taking pictures of my people and some places and buildings and whatever, but no.

And the driver was really nice, willing to turn back. We were about 10 minutes from my place, but no.

Still had a wonderful time, though.

[melles1276]

Excerpt:

Chapter 7 - Raid

When Steve opens his eyes the next morning, he first has to orient himself. Blinking, he looks around as he slowly stands up. The tunnel is still dark, but he can make out the first rays of sunlight gradually penetrating deeper inside. Exhaling a deep breath, he stretches carefully. Every single bone aches from spending the night on the hard ground, but he feels surprisingly good. He’s confident he can make it to the next camp along with Bell and Bucky. This newfound confidence is probably why he fell asleep at some point last night. That and the sheer exhaustion, he thinks wryly. After all, it isn't every day that he is shot and then has to walk several kilometers to safety.

A sharp pain shoots through him as he puts weight on his injured leg, but for the moment he consoles himself with the prospect of reaching camp in a few hours and receiving proper medical treatment. Until then, he will grit his teeth and bare it. After all the crap he's experienced in the past few hours, the upcoming walk will hopefully be child's play. He takes a cautious step forward and then limps towards the entrance to the tunnel. There he sees Bucky sitting on a small tree trunk, facing outside.

Bucky notices movement behind him and turns around. “Well, well. Look who we got there,” he says and looks at him curiously. "Slept well?"

“Surprisingly - yes,” Steve nods.

“Good news at least,” says Bucky.

“Why?” Steve asks worriedly.

“My radio gave up overnight. Apparently it got damaged in the explosion. And the other one died because the battery is empty. We have a solar charging module, but no time to charge the battery. Cell phone isn’t working either, due to no reception. We will be on our own for the next few hours.”

“Is your unit looking for us yet?”

“The area is too spacious. This is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Unless we can provide a clear fixed point, a rescue operation will be very difficult. We could stay here, but I don't like being a living target. Our best chance is to get to camp.”

“Okay, then we’ll stick to your plan,” Steve confirms Bucky’s suggestion.

“Then you should enjoy our 5-star breakfast first.” He tosses him half a bar and then says, “We’re leaving in 15 minutes.”

Bell approaches the two. “No enemy sightings so far, Sarge.”

"Understood." He thinks for a moment and then reaches for his pistol, which he pulls out of its holster. Standing up, he positions himself directly in front of Steve. “Can you handle a weapon?” he asks as he holds it out to him.

Steve almost chokes on the dry bar. He stares at Bucky in disbelief. “I... am not a pacifist,” he clarifies after a few seconds, “... I know how to handle weapons. But I’ve never shot people.”

“Well, it would probably be wise to get used to the idea. We are crossing enemy territory. The silent post here works excellently. Every man is looking for us. They know we have to be here somewhere. It would be a lot easier for us if you could defend yourself.”

Steve takes the gun somewhat cautiously. He understands Bucky's motives, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Nevertheless, there is probably no alternative. He studies the weapon in his hand thoughtfully.

“Unlock the safety, aim, pull the trigger,” Bucky makes appropriate hand movements, reaches for a second magazine and hands it to Steve. “Reload. And then do the whole thing again.”