#but everything is okay and taken care of now

[mama-qwerty]

Okay, so I'm still kinda organizing my thoughts regarding everything in the movie, but there was one scene I wanted to talk about.

Sonic 3 spoilers below the cut

So, after Shadow cleaned Tom's clock, and he was being wheeled into the ambulance, Maddie was following right next to him, obviously looking worried. But then she looked back at the boys.

When she climbed into the back of the ambulance, she looked at them again.

Her expression was so unreadable.

She didn't offer any encouraging words. Didn't tell them to kick Shadow's butt for what he did. Didn't tell them to be careful, or to take care of each other.

She just looked at them.

Was she thinking that they were more trouble than they were worth? Was she thinking Tom was hurt because of them? That none of this would have happened if they hadn't come into hers and Tom's lives?

This wasn't all fun and games. Her husband was severely injured, and it had all been because they'd taken in and helped these aliens.

She likely didn't know how to feel in that moment. She loved her husband, and was worried for him. But he wouldn't be in this situation if not for those three boys.

What were the boys thinking when she simply looked at them like that?

Sonic was dealing with a helluva lot of guilt, obviously. He'd already put them in danger twice before. And now Tom, the first person he'd ever spoken to and bonded with after Longclaw, was hurt. Badly. Because he wasn't fast enough, he couldn't keep him safe.

Tails was likely scared. Tom and Maddie had opened their home to him. Accepted him. And now Tom was hurt. Sonic was hurting. So he did what he always does--he tries to make Sonic feel better.

Knuckles stepped up to become the mature one, his stance and tone changed from earlier in the film. He stepped between Tails and Sonic, protecting his youngest brother, and trying to reason with Sonic about his feelings. And when the two looked ready to rumble, he's the one who backed off. He relinquished the Master Emerald, because he trusted Sonic to make the right choice when push came to shove.

That whole scene was so good, and Tika was so perfect in her non-expressive moment. I felt that was a very powerful moment, especially as the ambulance left the boys just standing there, looking lost, alone, and upset.

[theartofwoompwoomp]

I never knew we could coexist together 

Shadow x reader

Summary : shadow is surprised to learns that humans understand grief. And he learns it from the human that’s the most tolerable and happiest in his life. 

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“Do you really think you could ever understand.” 

His voice ragged and tight from the anger. There’s no way anyone could understand what he lost. Especially not you…

You have everything. A happy family, friends, a place in this world. 

 he had nothing…

Sure others may have accepted him, yet it has never been the same and it hasn’t ever taken the pain.

Someone as happy as you wouldn’t and shouldn’t ever understand his pain. 

His grip getting tighter in his hand, he can feel himself shaking a bit as he lowers his eyes to the ground.

He feels bad for snapping at you. He wasn’t expecting to have all his pent up anger explode on you. Finally the shame starts crawling it’s way and he was getting ready to leave. He didn’t want to see your face.

Not right now, when he feels so angry with you even though you’re the only one thats stuck around. 

All his emotions are spinning all over his head just waiting for another opportunity to explode, and he does not want you to be at the end of it.

Without saying anything else, he keeps his head down as he turns to leave. 

But just as he’s a few steps away his are is pulled back quite forcefully towards you again.

“What do you think you’re doing—“

You hugged him.

Holding tight making sure you won’t let go of him. He tenses a bit not fully processing what you’re doing. 

Why are still trying? Why do you still care even if he hurt you? He doesn’t deserve you.

Before he realizes it, he’s holding you close as well. 

Nothing is said between either of you, he’s simply shaking a bit in your arms as you rub his back a bit.

Memories come back to him. Those of maria, his actions, and of you.

Small tears roll down his cheeks but he could care less at the moment. “It hurts.” His voice broken and tired from all the pain that never goes away.

You hugged him a bit tighter as you whisper a bit into his ears, “I know shads, i know.” Not daring to let go or abandon him in this moment, you wait it out. Feeling your own tears slowly dropping as well as his cries intensify.

He feels like he just got ran over, but at least you’re still there, holding him. Both of you more calmed down from the whole ordeal. 

He finally decides to let go from your embrace and you let him. 

He sits on the ground and you follow along and sit next to him. Just waiting to see who’ll be the first to speak.

Surprisingly after a few minutes shadow softly starts speaking, “i don’t want to talk about it.” His brows furrow a bit, “i appreciate your kindness, but I don’t like speaking about my pain.” 

He feels you caress his hand. “That’s okay,” holding it firmly when turns it offering you to continue your action of affection, “i understand that pain can be hard to share.”

He turns to see you, eyes glazing over you face wondering what ever could have caused you pain to make that expression.

“You might be surprised but humans suffer from many things. Some of us are just a little better at pretending nothing’s wrong.” 

“Doesn’t it hurt to do that?”

You look over, seeing his worry through his eyes. “Of course it does. Suffering is always painful.” Your eyes and hands never leaving one another. Sharing more emotions this way than any words could describe.

You lean a bit onto him, “but you know,” he reciprocates as you continue, “i think that’s a reason why there’s so many of us in the first place. Maybe so we could  help each other through the pain… it’s too bad many seem forget the value of this”

He shifts a bit as he feels you move again. This time you’re kneeling a bit in front of him. 

“That’s why I’m so glad that I at least have you in my life.”

His heart twinges a bit, feeling guilty for trying to ever push you away. And you notice it before he even says anything.

“Please don’t shut me out,” you’re hugging him again.

And he hugs you back, holding you softly as he feels your breath on his shoulder. Your actions and words melting all the doubt and numbing the pain. He’s comforted knowing that you’re not going nowhere, staying right there with him.

“Im glad that it’s you, and not anyone else at my side.” 

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masterlist

[coichii]

LIGHTS ON ✭

—(🎧)—> the first flight went smooth, landing swiftly in Melbourne on a layover to Sydney to visit your wonderful long distance boyfriend. when the cold, wintery weather freezes up, turns out it’ll be a while before you see him again.

pairing - longdistance!bf!felix x fem!reader

genre - fluff & comfort (what a shocker)

word count - 1.8k (yk how I said it was gonna be rlly short..nvm! I was thinking like..barely 1k☠️)

warnings - cursing & that’s it!

series note : hello !! welcome to part six of my winter series, “winter records of love” where there will be 8 individual short stories for each member :) these stories are based off of songs I deem “winter” feeling ! this story is based off of “lights on” by Tyler, the creator. enjoy <3

Seeing your long distance boyfriend after what felt like years despite it only being months was blissful.

You always missed him. Missed his warm smile, adorable freckles, kind & loving words, and everything more. Missing him was all you did at this point.

So when you got a text from your boyfriend last month saying he’ll pay for your ticket to come visit him and his family, you couldn’t have been more happy. Ecstatic even.

You’re not surprised when you find yourself smiling at nothing on the flight to Melbourne, looking out the window at the beautiful, vast ocean of waves.

The excitement bubbled in your stomach. It’s always so nice to visit him and his family. His mother is always so caring, his father is funny and kind, and his sisters are entertaining and hilarious.

You loved seeing him most of all though. His warm kisses that you missed resonated on your cheek as you thought about him, warmth rising on rosy red cheeks.

You always visited him around this time, when the rain froze into snow. You remembered how he would always wrap his warm scarf around your neck, pulling you into his warm side.

“Plane is now descending into Melbourne. Please at this time, fasten your seatbelts and put up your food trays.” A voice over the intercom sounded, filling your heart with even more excitement.

It would be only a matter of time before you see him again.

◂—♥︎—▸

“What! What do you mean our flight is delayed!” A voice, angry bellowed from beside you. Delayed? What do you mean the flights delayed?

“Sir, calm down. As soon as the blizzard passes, we will board and take off for Sydney.” An attendee ushered, going back to talk with other worried staff.

Now that you think about it, you haven’t picked up your head from your phone much since you arrived, nor have you taken in your surroundings really.

You spare a glance to the side with a huge window and your eyes widen in shock.

The sky, runway, honestly everything, is completely white. All you see is snow absolutely overrunning the airport.

Yeah, there’s no flying in this.

Beep beep! Your phone sounds as you process everything. Looking down at it, you see an incoming call from felix and pick it up.

“Hey baby! How’s everything going!” You hear his voice on the other end of the phone. “You’re about to start boarding, right?”

“Ha.” You dryly chuckle. “It just got delayed. There’s a horrible blizzard...” You explain, voice trickling off at the end.

You play with your hands nervously as the people besides you get nervous, calling their families and telling them they won’t be able to make it intime for Christmas.

It’s hard to not let it get to you, causing you your own form of anxiety. If you can’t see him this holiday, you’re not sure what you’re going to do.

“Oh, that sucks, baby. I hope it clears up soon.” He pouts. You can’t see it of course, but you can hear it in his voice.

“Yeah I know. Sorry about it though.” You mumble, guilt sinking in. It’s been forever since you’ve seen him and he’s the one who payed for your ticket. This is the worst case scenario at this point.

“Hey, no no. Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault.” His voice was soft and reassuring, comforting you from your mind, which was slowly drowning you in guilt.

“Okay, ba-“ you were cut off by the sound of a speaker. You look around to find an atendee standing with a mic in her hand, an uneasy look on her face.

“Unfortunately, it is loooking like this plane won’t be taking off until tomorrow.” A collective groaning was heard. “Please come check in and we will offer our complimentary rooms to stay in.”

You were in complete shock, and so was everyone else. Until tomorrow? Could the weather actually be that bad?

“Hey, love? What’s going on?” He asked, weirded out by the sudden cut off of your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Uhm, no.” You replied, voice quivering slightly. “We have to stay overnight, I’m going to be so late.”

He notices the shiver in your voice, heart breaking at the sound of a slight sniffle. He knows you hate disappointing him, and he wants you to know that you’re not.

“Hey, angel. Don’t you worry about it, it can’t be helped. We’ll still be waiting for you, okay?” His warm voice felt like a comforting blanket being placed over your shoulders, comforting you in a secure and safe hold.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow, baby. I’m sorry, I love you.” You respond as your cheeks turn red. You try to convince yourself it’s the bitter cold rushing in from the outside, but you know better.

“Don’t apologize, y/n. I love you too, good night, sweet girl.”

You hang up and make your way to your room, slamming your luggage that you had received onto the wall before plopping down on the bed.

Man, you can’t wait until this plane can take off.

◂—♥︎—▸

Turns out, you’re going to have to suck up those wishes.

You woke up this morning to absolute pandemonium. Angry people shouting at any staff member they saw, spewing their anger for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“How are we supposed to go home if the flight is cancelled?” A young woman’s voice screamed, and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Cancelled?? Wait wait wait… that can’t be?

“We apologize for the inconvenience.” A robotic voice started over the speakers. “All flights departing have been cancelled until further notice. Please prepare to leave within the next twelve hours.”

You can’t believe it. You need to leave within twelve hours. Not only are you not going to be able to visit, but your stranded in a foreign country for who knows long just because of some stupid snow.

You can feel the tears swelling up in your eyes, them beginning to slowly tip over your bottom eyelid.

You go to the only sense of comfort you have left; Felix.

“Hey, baby!” He chirps, the phone only having to ring twice. “On your way?”

“I wish I could say that.” You dryly chuckle, and he can immediately tell that it holds no humor behind it.

“Baby? What wrong, is everything okay?” He asked, voice soft and comforting.

“It’s cancelled. I don’t know what to do or where to go, Lix.” You voice cracked, tears rolling down harder as your breathing unevened.

“Hey, listen. Everything is going to be okay. You can get a hotel and get the closest flight out of there, but don’t cry please. It’s all going to be okay.” He tried to comfort, but it mostly ricocheted off of you and fell on deaf ears.

“I’ll try the hotel, but the first flight to Melbourne is sold out, I heard about it before I called you. I’m stuck here.” Your voice trembles, the feeling of hopelessness creeping its way up your spine.

It feels like being in a forest at dark, owning a compass but it not spinning around the way it does. It feels like nothing is going to save you.

“My love, I need you to listen to me.”

Your ears lock on to his voice, paying the upmost attention to the soft yet firm tone of his words.

“Everything is going to be okay. You’re going to get yourself a hotel, and I’m going to figure something out for you soon, okay? You’ll be fine, I promise you.”

You can feel his words warming up your stomach like a pot of hot soup; comforting and home like.

And that’s what he always felt like to you.

◂—♥︎—▸

Knock knock knock! The loud sound echos off the hollow wooden door of the room.

You had booked a room at a nearby hotel, noticing multiple familiar faces from the airport staying there as well. It was a little tricky, but you eventually got settled at a room on the 3rd floor and hoisted all your luggage up there.

You must have fallen asleep there, because the time all of a sudden jumped from 11am to 5pm from when you had layed your head down.

Cautious, you make your way to the door, not forgetting to peer through the peephole first.

And then, you saw him.

“Felix!! Is that really fucking you?!” You shouted, heart blasting with joy and love after you opened the door. You practically shoved your body into him, laughing at a slight ‘oof’ sound he made when he hit the back wall.

“Yes it’s me, darling.” He coos at your incoming tears before quickly moving to wipe them away.

“H-how’d you come here so fast?” You whimpered, checking and touching his face as if to check if he was real and not a made up figment of imagination.

“I came just as soon as you hung up, i told you I’d figure something out, didn’t I?” He explained. You observed the love sick look in his eyes, wondering how somebody could be such an angel.

Wondering how you got so lucky with him.

“I’m so happy baby, I seriously love you so fucking much.” You said, finally letting go of him and ushering him into your cramped room.

“I love you too, princess. It was no problem.”

“No problem? The drive is eight hours!” You chucked, cuddling into him from where he had taken a seat on the small couch.

“Well, yeah. But it’s worth it for you.” He whispered, stating this as if was just some small thing he had did hold the door open for you.

But it was so much more. No one had ever shown you that they cared for you like this.

Ever.

“Let’s take a rest here for the night then we can go back to Sydney, yeah.” He suggested, and you jumped.

“Wait wait, you’re still taking me to Sydney? You don’t think that’s too much for you, babe?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in slight concern.

“No, silly. You came here to see me and my family and that’s what you will do.” He giggled, pressing kisses over your cheeks and smiling at your reddening face.

All you could do was look at him, the most fond, loving look in your eyes.

Wow, this is definitely the man you’re going to marry.

[aftermiiidniiight]

She sighed again, almost saying his name but biting it back, her body throbbing at the touch of his lips against her pulse point. "Of course not. There's no one else like you." He knew that, she was sure. No one that made her pulse quicken, or her entire being react in the way he did. "Fine," She could concede a little, "You aren't just my friend." Obviously they were more. Obviously he was special to her. Still, a friend nonetheless. A friend, so it felt okay to say, "I'll bring my copy the next time I come over. In case she hasn't read it. It's annotated," She did this with everything she read - highlighting passages and quotes, scribbling in the margins, "Nothing crazy, if that's okay with you." She didn't want to cross any lines, blur any boundaries. "Or I can grab her a clean copy. Either way, I'd highly suggest it." "We've all taken that test, so don't worry, you aren't alone. I made my brother take it too." A Gryffindor through and through, no one was the least bit surprised by his results. "That's great for her. And yeah, a longer trip will be nice when she's ready." Cora felt a depth of warmth at the idea of his daughter being so exposed to the world, at getting to do tings at such a young age. "I'm going for the first time next summer. A couple of days of work for a magazine, and then a couple of weeks traveling." It was a dream trip, one she'd been planning for years. When the opportunity had finally popped up, she'd taken it, no questions asked.

"So when are you taking her to London, then? She's the perfect age for the theme park." It would be hard to image this attentive man not already having something planned or in the works at the very least. She'd studied abroad in London during undergrad, had loved her time there, and been back several times. The history lover in her made it an easy place to gravitate toward.

"Who takes care of you?" An off topic question, but one she felt compelled to ask. "While you're busy being you." Powerful, magnetic, charismatic. "Who is taking care of you?" She assumed staff, but it was hard not to wonder. It probably wasn't her place, now that she thought about it, but of course she would consider it. She meant in a more intimate way, wondering how he fulfilled any need for affection or emotional intimacy that he might have. Maybe he didn't have those. So far, he remained a puzzle that she was trying to solve.

"I'm not disputing the value of friendship, love. I merely find the term insufficient in this context." He allowed a pull at his lips, just enough to soften the words he spoke. "You have many friends, I assume?" He brushed his lips against the side of her neck lightly, just enough for her to feel the touch against her pulse. "Would you consider me one of the many?" Perhaps there was an element of friendship to their relationship. She was right insofar as that; it was a necessary component.

A brief chuckle followed by a low, still slightly amused, hum of agreement. "He has his moments," Declan then acquiesced. No one had been more surprised than Declan when Marcus had taken to unclehood like a fish to water. "I read 'Alice in Wonderland' to her a few years ago, but I don't think 'The Secret Garden' has made it onto the list yet." The last part was spoken a little thoughtfully - then he added: "Unless she's read it with the nanny, of course. I wouldn't rule it out."

At the topic of Harry Potter, Declan shook his head a little, the merest ghost of a smile on his lips. "I believe there was talk of that at one point, yes." He paused briefly before adding, a little sceptically, "... she had me take a test."

"She's been to China a few times already, actually, though mostly to visit when I've had business that kept me there for longer than a week at a time," he admitted. "I'll take her for a longer trip in a few years, I think, when she's less picky about her food and won't accidentally insult their culture. Right now all she wants is to go to London and visit Harry Potter World anyway." He chuckled a little.

[allsadnshit]

Even after years of therapy I am still really learning how to be mad and actually act on it

I used to be super swift with the block button on all social media and for reasons I am not really sure of yet I stopped and started doing a sort of "I'm the bigger person for not cutting anything off all the way it shows I am chill and not bothered" type beat partially I think because of wanting to still have access to their accounts even if I didn't allow myself to look - and also I think because I have a bad habit of assuming the best of people but like not in a beautiful way more like I literally assume someone's sorry or still cares about me even when all their words and actions show the exact opposite

And I had a big cry this morning about trust and how I am realizing that although the work I've put in to repair my self trust has felt important and good - it's not everything. And the fact that to have a career, relationships, and freedom means I WILL have to interact and trust others means there will always be a huge variable I can't actually control no matter how much I heal myself or learn to have boundaries won't stop someone from hurting me even if I gain the ability to respond in a way that I'm proud of or is healthy

And after crying into my miso soup and rice with my husband I was like okay...I need to get real with myself. I need to stop making excuses for leaving the door open for people to intimately see my life. My ex best friends have no business liking my Instagram posts about my life and art like they really don't. And I keep the door opening hoping I'll get an apology or something and guess what? It doesn't come. Because I don't even truly treat them like they hurt me and aren't in my life. I try and keep all doors open and all it does and make me take it out on the people who want to be in my life now and that hurts ME.

So I went back and blocked everybody. YEARS late. They might not ever even notice! They might notice and not care! Doesn't really matter. I just knew the excuses I make for not expressing my anger are bad for me and if I want to open myself up to change I need to see these feelings through and not just wait for the anger to pass so I don't do anything "rash".

Anger, especially the kind that bubbles up again and again from the same place, is your soul pointing to a hole in the boat where water is getting in and sinking you! It's an alarm! And no matter how small the hole is or if someone else thinks "I wouldn't have taken it so personally" doesn't really matter in the end. It's your ship, and you're the one going down if it sinks. So if the alarms go off, don't take it lightly.

[beddybites]

I'm so sorry about everything happening. I had logged in to see all that when I came to check on you after seeing a few of your posts on my fyp on tiktok. Cancer is awful. It's so sad that it happened to your elderly dog. I'm so sorry about not being able to get treatment because of his age, it's always hard losing a huge part of your life. Hope your doing okay, its always hard, and the worst part is having such a big part of your life taken away from you. I do hope everything is going atleast fine right now in your personal life, just remember you matter. You are stronger than you think. You can and have been handling this with much bravery. You can move forward no matter the issue and you have. You matter, and make sure to treat yourself like it to. Make sure your eating, sleeping, drinking water, being safe and overall taking care of yourself. I know everything might seem tough and I've been saying it a lot, but you do matter, and many people are here for you. Take all the time you need, take care of yourself because you've moved forward through many hard times in your life. If you need a break take one, you've helped all of us, and we want to be here for you as you've been for us. Like I said before, maybe I'm just a weirdo that cares too much, but I do care, and I'll be here among others.

Be safe, take care of yourself, eat, sleep, drink water, put yourself first this time,

-s.p./weirdo

(I came back! So glad I put in another in ur inbox! Always so scared too).

oh goodness thank you so much ;w;

im so sorry i dont have a lot of words (i admit im very very tired & also a bit high-- needed to take an edible so i could develop an appetite and eat, life hack!) so please have this smudge photo as thanks!

he says thank you for your kindness and support and that he hopes you have a wonderful week and such!!!

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 415: Melissa Comes Home, p2

He woke, feeling himself being pulled back from slumber by a sweet and familiar scent.

“Hi hunny,” Melissa giggled, watching him come to in her arms as he drifted back into reality. Randi had left a little while ago and he looked confused. He was still on the couch, and he was still naked, but now he was being cradled by an entirely different woman. “I’m home.”

He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming.

Melissa gathered him up to herself and - I can’t wait any longer - pressed her lips securely to his. His eyes went wide.

He felt her arms tighten up on him. Not enough to cause him any pain but certainly enough to make him know he was trapped, immobilized, unable to do anything in her strong arms. He was surrounded by her, and it made him shudder. When he began to need air he felt her tongue pressing against the outside of his lips and so he opened his mouth to allow it entrance. The moment he did he felt fresh air flowing into him and he took a breath, filling himself with her.

Melissa loved kissing him. She loved putting her big tongue in his mouth. She loved maintaining their kisses by supplying him with the air that he needed. It wasn’t just being able to keep their kisses going that she enjoyed; she liked having him depend on her even for his oxygen. To the best of her growing abilities she loved separating him from the rest of the world, giving him everything he needed, growing into everything he needed. She wanted him to know that he was entirely hers, and that he was becoming dependent on her..

Today had taken forever! They’d been apart for hours! It felt so good to be able to drink him up now. Melissa kept kissing him, and tried her best to remain gentle; she knew he was still just waking up. She had her hold on him relaxed enough so that he could pull away from the kiss whenever he wanted…but of course he didn’t. Instead, he pushed in closer and whined. To be honest, her hand on his cock helped, and she realized that he had no intention of backing off. She knew he wanted this - needed this - as much as she did, and her heart fluttered in response. Whenever she felt him growing short of breath, she opened her mouth and gently breathed into his. He liked this alot, she could tell. And he liked how she was stroking him, slow and tender.

Oh, Jay, I missed you.

I missed you too.

After a time, though, their kiss ended. He had hardened, stiffened, come to orgasm again in her left hand, a gentle climax that nonetheless brought Bliss.The wave came and went and she wiped his come onto his naked chest.

“I’m so glad to see you again,” she purred down to her treasure, her boyfriend, her little man.  She lazily stroked his right cheek.  “Did you have a nice day?”

Thoughts, feelings, memories of his afternoon with Randi swirled. How much did she know? How much had Randi told her? It was shameful. Maybe she knew everything already - it was likely she did - but he couldn’t bring himself to speak of it. He did, though, feel compelled to tell her his deepest truth. “I was nervous without you here,” he admitted, in a voice small and docile.

“Oh, honey,” Melissa gushed, her heart fluttering and skin warming at his honesty. She loved his vulnerability; coming from an adult man, it was like a drug to her. Hearing him confess his growing dependence on her very presence excited her, made her want to gather and enwomb him into her middle. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you today, I was so busy at the office. You know I left Randi here just to take care of you though, right?”

“y-yes,” he acknowledged, “but…still. I didn’t have any way to get in touch with you. I…I still don’t have a phone. I…I couldn’t…” His voice trailed off.

Oh my goodness he was scared without me.

“Shhh, honey, shhh…” she cooed, still stroking his cheek, “It’s okay…” This could be a good step. She knew what he wanted to ask her. “Use your words, sweetie. Tell me what you need.”

“I…I need…a new phone?” he questioned, unsure of himself and unsure of how she would react. Trembling, he looked up at her perfect, beautiful face, “C-can you help me get one?”

Melissa knew she needed to be able to protect him better, and that of course him being able to reach her was important. Still, though, she needed a bit more. After a moment, she smiled warmly down at him, his left cheek wan and resting against her breast through her blazer, blouse and bra. “I think you can ask better than that.”

She felt him shudder, and watched his face contort. His pride was putting up a fight, and losing. Good.

“C-can you please get me a new phone?” he asked.

She giggled.

“Yes okay sweetie,” she beamed, “Mama will get you a new phone.”

She saw him blush and felt him tremble again - oooo he liked that - and was already reaching into her cleavage with her free left hand to pull out her own phone. “I’m going to text the girls and have them get you one for tomorrow.”  She’d begun typing immediately. “Does that work?”

“Yes, thank you,” he admitted, shrinking into her embrace, embarrassed but relieved and happy.

After a moment, a couple pings back and forth with Marisela, she put her phone aside and picked up the television remote from the side table. She was hungry, and possibly he was too.  This moment was too precious to abandon just yet, but she needed protein, and more than he could provide. She lifted him from her lap.

“Let’s sit on couch and watch your show together,” she said, handing him the remote after she sat him up on the couch and made her way towards the kitchen, “Randi said you like that one with the big ladies. You find it, I’m just going to get a shake. I’ll bring you something too.”

She’d left him there, but had given him a blanket. Otherwise he’d start to shiver without her body’s warmth. You poor thing. You’ll probably shiver anyway, even with the blanket. I’ll be quick, I’ll be back.

She prepared their liquid dinners in the kitchen as she heard him flipping channels. Mercifully, she decided on a glass for him…though the thought of bottle-feeding him his new nutrition while holding him on her lap was a tempting one, for sure. She’d needed to stir the white powder from his special package with a spoon.  The warm water helped it to dissolve easily until it had a nice milky consistency. Amazing, she marveled to herself as she stirred, recalling what they’d told her about it earlier when she’d picked it up from Evolution after work. The bag probably held about a week’s worth of the powder that the nutritionist had made for her;  they said she could have them make up more anytime she wanted.

Once she was satisfied, and seeing Jay had found his channel in the other room, she also readied a protein shake, premade in the fridge, for herself.

Though her feet were bare she made sure he felt her footfalls shake the floor as she came back from the kitchen. She could hear how the sound of it made his heart race.

“I’m back,” she announced with a giggle, carrying the drinks.  Her towering silhouette, cast by the light of the large screen tv behind her, was probably dramatic and she loved seeing his face gaze up at her in astonished wonder. She turned at the hip, allowing him to appreciate the view for a moment as she blocked out the light from the TV.  His show was on, the one Randi said he’d been watching all afternoon. It was a good one for him, one she approved of, but just for a moment she wanted all of his attention and for him to know what was really important. She took a long draw of her shake, and felt it almost immediately go to work in her body, feeding it. He’d paused the show.

She turned her big butt towards him, backed it up, and sat down. “Here you go,” she offered, handing him the tall, thin glass of what looked, and felt, like warm milk. Melissa smiled secretly as she sat down, her own dinner in hand as well.

Jay carefully balanced the drink in his hands, needing to readjust himself as Melissa's weight settled heavily alongside him. He felt her broad hips close in on his right, stabilizing him. “What’s this?” he asked, sniffing the what-looked-like-milk-but-was-definitely-not-milk in his glass. He recalled with a shiver what she’d said she fed him overnight, Katarina’s breastmilk. This was definitely not that.

“It’s a protein thing,” Melissa half-lied, wanting to spare him the ignominy of telling him it was baby formula, specially crafted at Evolution to match her…what did they call it? Her ‘particular protein profile’. “Try it, I think you’ll like it.”

He took a sip, warily. It was chalky, a little bit, but otherwise it tasted pretty good for a protein shake. Thinner, for sure, but sweet and…. “yeah, wow, good,” he admitted.

Melissa nearly melted, seeing the little mustache of it on his lip, knowing what it really was, what was in it, and what it would help him eventually do for real. ‘Oxytocin’ was one of the words they’d used, though she didn’t really know what that was, just that they wanted it activated in him. She watched him take another sip, and then another. She was so glad he liked it!

He needed the nutrition, at the very least, they both knew that, and this was the first palatable thing besides milk that he’d had in days. His body was starving for calories and withering away, and though he had to admit he found it darkly arousing, his shrinking was troubling as well. The fact that pounds had been melting away from him nearly as quickly as they’d been gathering onto her was disturbing - well at least it was to him. So maybe a protein shake that he could stomach wasn't a bad idea. He took another big sip of it and - feeling pretty relaxed, suddenly - sat back deeper into the couch.

Melissa smiled and removed her suit jacket, folded it, put it aside. In her white blouse and skirt she sat back with him and began enjoying her own meal. It was half gone already and she knew she would eventually need to get another shake, but for now she arranged the blanket over their laps, took the remote and hit <play>. The screen came to life again as they settled in for a quiet evening.

Omigod this is so much fun!

Melissa immediately felt like he was not sitting close enough to her, and so she bodily dragged him over to cuddle. She felt  him stiffen, surprised by her much larger body pressing so closely against his own and her arm wrapping around him. When he didn’t lean over right away, Melissa tightened her grip on him and forced his head against the side of her big left breast. He sunk into it nicely.

Through her crisp blouse he could feel the firm architecture of her bra. “Mmmph!” he laughed. Having some good protein in his belly was definitely making him feel better. “Melissa! Hey! I can barely see!”

“That’s okay,” she jabbed at him in playful response, though if anything burying his head deeper into her chest, “I don’t know if I want you looking at all these pretty girls in this show. I think they’re all taller than me.”

They were. Nearly the whole cast of women they’d found for this show were remarkably tall - or at least they were made to look that way through the miracle of special effects. None of them could have really been that tall, he figured. And they were all too drop-dead gorgeous, to boot. There has to be some smoke and mirrors here, but even if there weren't…

“But none of them are half as pretty as you,” he commented, knowing she’d like that. “Even Harry’s wife,” he continued, commenting on the beautiful blond who was currently onscreen at her makeup table while her hapless husband complained about his day, “You’re so much prettier.”

She did. She did like that. She pulled him tighter. He was still naked.

“But she’s so famous and beautiful…” Melissa said. It was true - the blonde actress from the show was currently one of hollywood's big rising stars right now. Melissa figured she and the other actresses were on some sort of treatment, they had to be. Probably Program.

“Meh she’s alright,” Dr. J quipped, knowing his tempered reaction to this actress was probably atypical. Most men would swoon looking at her doing what she was doing now, turning towards the camera, bust front-and-center. “I swear being around you has permanently affected my perception of the world.”

Oh, Melissa loved that. “And how have I affected your ‘perception of the world’?” she asked, holding him to her, letting him pause to take a drink of his dinner and consider.

“I suppose the best way I can put it is that it’s hard to be impressed by a single star after you’ve seen the sun.” He looked up at her; she was watching the screen but the smile on her face told him that he had picked the right words. Her heartbeat had grown loud.

“So is the beauty or the fame and power that she has is like a little tiny star compared to me, the sun?” Melissa asked. This turn to the conversation was lighting little fires inside her, stoking her ego.

“Yes, sure,” he added plainly, “You’re incredible, Melissa, the perfect girl, the perfect woman. You’ve kinda ruined me for all other women.”

Bingo. She liked that.

“Oh, c’mon…”

“No, it’s true,” he persisted, “Other girls just seem so plain compared to you.”

“Even Randi?”

At that, he blushed, squirmed. He didn’t know what to say. Onscreen, Harry’s wife had just stood, towering over her husband.

“Shhhh shh shh it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed,” Melissa giggled, making sure the jiggles in her chest would jostle against his cheek, “I heard all about your little day together, you and Randi.”

“Y-yeah I uh…”

“Some shopping huh? I hear you spent all the money I gave you.”

“Uhhhh…” She’s worried about the shopping?

“That must have kept you busy,” Melissa continued casually, taking a drink from her shake, “Do anything else?”

‘Do anything else?’ How many times had Randi- “uh..?”

Melissa giggled again. “I’m joking!” she laughed, “I know about the other stuff, too. It’s okay, I’m glad you two had fun. I know you have your needs and I’m glad Randi was here to help.”

Good lord this woman is a marvel. Where on earth did she come from?? How can she not be jealous? He’d just spent the day in debauchery, being serviced by one of his girlfriend’s best friends, and rather than angry Melissa seemed tickled. He knew, though, that he should at least try to explain himself.

In the meantime, Melissa had begun to feel a familiar set of tingles start to amplify, deep from her bones. Out there, people were watching…

“When I was with her,” he began, as the two of them watched Harry being physically lifted off the floor from beneath his arms and put into his bedroom closet, “all I could think about is you.” He remembered his earlier metaphor and decided to go for broke. “It’s always like that, with anyone. They’re all just little twinkles in the sky compared to you.”

“Oh you!!” Melissa squealed as she squashed him, in a bosomy hug, into the side of her chest, “You’re going to make me melt!” He didn’t have to see Melissa’s face to know that a wide grin had taken over her face. He even heard a little growl rumbling in her chest. His adorations, along with the growing tingles inside her, were beginning to get to be too much. “So you’d rather be with me, watch me instead of the ladies on this show, huh?”

“oh my god yes,” he said with a conviction that actually shocked her.

In a sudden shift, she was up off the couch - protein shake put aside them on the side table - and on her knees in front of him. She gazed up at him.

His eyes had gone wide.

“I hear you watched my interview on the news from last night,” her voice a sultry tease as long fingers crept the soft gray blanket which covered his lap before sliding towards herself to caress her own chest. Excitement resonated, deepening her voice. “How’d I look?”

He remembered watching the interview, his eyes fixed to the screen, cock in Randi’s mouth. “B-beautiful of course.”

“Wanna see more?” she asked, voice dropping to a deep purr as she undid one button on the neckline of her blouse, her gemstone eyes watching his gaze drop to the newly blossomed bulge of cleavage. She smiled. “More of the interview, I mean.”

“t-there’s more?” he managed.

“Mmmmhmm,” she purred, acutely aware of not only his rapt attention but the tingles inside her skin that signaled the attention of countless others, from all over Channel 5’s viewing area. They were already working on her, growing her, amplifying her abilities. “It’s probably on right about now. In fact I’m sure it is,” she said, “Wanna check?

As she was reaching for the remote, her smile curled a bit devilishly. “Oh yeah. My old boss from the car dealership reached out to me today,” she said casually, picking up the remote control and pretending to inspect its buttons, “said he saw the interview last night. Really liked it.”

“r-really?” Dr. J replied at a loss, not really sure how else to respond.

“He asked me for a job,” she continued, pivoting at the waist just enough to point the remote at the television. She felt his eyes fall to the silhouetted profile of her big left boob. She pressed some buttons; channels began to change. “Isn’t that funny?”

Her previous boss wants to come work for us? he thought, a little confused, Or, rather…for her? “What’d you say?”

“I told him to tune in, watch me again tonight,” she said, the tv having come to Channel 5, “But what do you think? Should I bring him in, help h- Ooo! Here it is!”

“Oh, Melissa,” he groaned, as immediately the first image was a close up of her enormous chest. It filled the huge screen.

She had turned back towards him and put the remote aside. She’d never got the chance to see the final footage before it went live, but she would rather watch him and his reactions to it than the interview itself. His eyes were locked onto the screen, the light from the television dancing over his transfixed features. She knew how she must look in that top. She’d chosen it for the interview, the plunging pink thing that left little of her massive size to the imagination. It was a racy choice for network tv, an evening newscast, but the producers were okay with it. They knew they were at a point they could push the envelope. Plus, they had their orders from higher up. They were ready to help start melting some minds, and gather more viewers for themselves, not to mention more followers for her. It certainly had his attention.

His massive cock was already tenting the soft blanket over his lap, twitching expectantly and begging for her. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him but his eyes remained captivated by what was onscreen. She watched his face, but began to think about how thrilling it was, knowing that there were thousands of other people out there watching at this very moment, watching her, looking at her. The tingles in her body, the unmistakable feeling of herself growing from the lapping waves of attention were testament to that. She began to stroke him with the plushness of the blanket, the soft fleece lining rubbing against him, and imagined what they were all doing in the privacy of their own homes. Women admiring her, men doing - haha - a little more than that. There are thousands of people now out there thinking about me, fixating on me, giving up to me. She could feel their energy.

I want him to be one of them.

Gently, as he still sat mesmerized by her interview and how the camera sat pulled by the gravity of her bosom, she took one of his hands - he uses the right one, usually - and slid it under the blanket.

“You like that pink top I’m wearing?” she asked, watching as his eyes remained fixed to the screen, his gaze drawn into the depths of the cleavage onscreen. She knew how revealing the outfit she’d worn for the interview was. “I have it upstairs,” she said casually, though he barely seemed to notice, “I could put it on for you?” She’d taken his hand and, dutifully wrapped it around his shaft under the privacy of the blanket. He now - with the help of her own right hand - gripped himself under the blanket, his turgid member throbbing throbbing in his own palm. It was so obvious what he was doing; his hips were shivering, nearly bucking. Again though, he barely seemed to notice. “You might like it if I wore it again for you? It’s very pretty, I like the pattern.”

She’d started moving his hand up…and down, up and down and up and down his length and, slowly, she was able to move her own hand away. Her smile curled as she slid her hand out from under the blanket, and watched. That's right, baby. If everyone else is going to jerk off to me, you might as well too.

For a moment, she turned again at the waist, looking over her shoulder at the tv to see where they were at. This piece, this part of the interview was still in the back of the limo, but it also spent some time outside. It would run about four minutes, plenty of time for him to-

“OH..! Oh haha sweetie!” she exclaimed, having turned back to find his body thrashing under the blanket, “That was quick!”

His body, his thin little frame, was convulsing, his arm pumping up and down and hand obviously getting himself off under the blanket as he still stared wide-eyed at the bigscreen tv.

“That’s right, that’s right baby,” she said, wide-eyed herself as she watched, “Do it. Get it all out. Come for me.” Though she figured it’d happened quite a bit, she’d never actually watched a guy jerk off to her before. It was fascinating, seeing a man - seeing him - like this, grunting and twitching and lost in his orgasm. It was empowering, knowing the sight of her could do this. It was also kind of funny, seeing him all jerky and spastic. And that there were hundreds, maybe thousands of other guys out there doing this exact same thing, at this very minute, bringing her all these tingles? It actually made her laugh.

“C’mon baby, that’s right,” she cooed, after her giggles had twinkled away. He was still jerking off. Though he’d already come into the fleece lining of the soft blanket, he was still enthralled.

He's trying to go for it again.

She smiled in satisfaction and settled herself on her knees to bathe in his adulation and enjoy the show. She wanted to watch him. She wanted to see.

She pulled off the blanket.

“That’s right honey, keep going,” she purred, “I want you to show me how much you really love me...”

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[scoupsbicepvein]

So funnily enough this just happened to me like an hour ago. 🥲 But I don't have a boyfriend and my only roommate was in her room 😳

Where Vernon is just Vernon

Hi

I'm coming to you today with Vernon texts. I admit I saw something of similar events on Twitter I think some time ago so I just decided to do a Vernon version.

And I think I can officially call myself a fic writer ( a texts writer more like) bc I'm posting this from my emergency room bed 😅 ( I feel like all the girlies from ao3 that put crazy notes on their fics but they still post)

So I hope at least you all are healthy and are having a nice day or night

[deadbeandrop]

ahem. and if i may be completely unwell about the moose and slug for a moment,

i keep thinking about a post-story scene where lumpus and slinkman's relationship is still in rocky territory, and they have like... kind of a half-arguement getting ready for bed and it doesn't really go anywhere but there's still a tension in the air, and then a moment of silence as they settle and face each other in the dark. there's a beat. and then slinkman just... reaches over to take lumpus' glasses off (he'd always been in the habit of adjusting them over the years), and he's confused for a second, and slinkman's just like "you shouldn't sleep with those on. you're going to break them" which is like, ah, yes, completely logical action, and something he's told him a million times,

but it's Also like "Oh, God. even when you don't have to anymore, and you said you'd stop doing it all the time, and you're mad at me, you're still taking care of me just because you care enough to that it's complete subconscious instinct for you to do so. i'm gonna jump off a cliff"

because, when you're in the dark, in complete silence, sharing a shoddy pull-out couch bed in the basement of your stupid hand-me-down bait-and-tackle shop with your life-long best friend, your only friend, almost a bit like you used to when you'd push your beds closer together at night the camp you loved all those years ago, well, then there's also nothing else around to distract from the fact that you appreciate that more than anything in the entire world

and so lumpus takes a second and is like ....Right. (voice crack) Of course. and turns to face the ceiling and feels like he's going to be sick <- (i love nausea being one of lumpus' gut responses to feeling things ❤️)

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!

MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!

Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao

[lululawrence]

1 please?

absolutely, my dear!

page 1 of my bookmarks on ao3 includes...

Home Is Nest to You by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

Being an omega, Louis was well accustomed to nesting. He had lost count of the number of times he'd nested throughout his life. But, there were five times in particular that he'd never forget.

Remember Me As A Time Of Day by justanothershadeofblue (zjofierose) / @justanothershadeofblue

It's the 20th anniversary of the One Direction hiatus, and the powers that be have decided that it's time for a reunion tour, and ideally, an album. Can five middle-aged lads thrust into a house in the middle of nowhere to make music sort out two decades worth of hurts, grudges, and resentments and come together with enough love to make a show - and a relationship - that works?

Better is the End by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

Louis stands at the entrance to the labyrinth, and knows that this is the end. No one escapes from the labyrinth. No one can defeat the monster inside and make it back out alive.

He steps into the darkness and knows that he’ll never see the sun again.

Deep within the twisting, turning corridors of the labyrinth sits a creature who’s been trapped in darkness for as long as anyone can remember.

Maybe, if everything goes right, this story won’t end the way it began.

Choose one of my 103 pages of bookmarks in AO3 and I'll give you a random selection of fics from that page!

[vaultsixtynine]

urehghdhgdhghg. whf is generally... listen. she gets it. she understands why people end up working for corps - she was one of them. it put metaphorical food on the metaphorical table. it paid for medical bills, piling up. it let her keep the people relying on her afloat. she won't apologize for making the decisions she made and doing what she had to do.

cut bc Longe. post abt takemura mostly.

but she never liked the corp itself, and only pretended she did when she had to. she worked in cybernetics programming, not intelligence, not public relations - she was tucked away in a basement lab, testing software integrations. no one looked at her for too long, let alone cared about how strongly she believed in arasaka's great vision. and behind all that, behind the chip she let them put in her to dull the edges of her emotions, there's just a massive, massive onslaught of rage.

listening to takemura talk up the Order and Overwatch of arasaka like it's a benevolent patriarch makes her want to climb off the side of the unfinished building they're doing a stakeout on and just hit the concrete, it'd be faster and less painless than her head exploding.

takemura, look at yourself. look at her. both of us are from respective slums created by corporate bullshit. she's been in debt since before she knew how to count, inherited and generated out of thin air as everyone she cared about fell victim to the poisoned air, the poisoned water, the poisoned earth - all effects of corpos running amok, unfettered. it's not like he doesn't know - it's just that he's convinced himself otherwise. seen what he wanted to see. and she was like that, too, before leaving arasaka for good. she knew, conceptually, that there were worse things under her feet. that some of her work was being used for horrible things. but there was only the desperate tunnel of needing to make it through to the next paycheck. and she stayed until the very last possible fucking second because - because it was only on the brink of having them take the last ten years of her life away from her that she realized she couldn't rationalize that away, and she had to stop doing it for everything else, too.

so sure, talk to hanako. do whatever you've got to do based on whatever loyalties you've got to honor. but don't fucking pretend, don't fucking lie to yourself that you were ever anything other than lucky. you worked hard, but a corp is a massive beast. you just got lucky. every day you got lucky except for that one day.

just like her. every day she got lucky. except for that one day.

meanwhile johnny's just sitting over there listening to all of this and it's the most she's ever spoken about anything prior to the corp, really, and it's usually walled off in her mind behind the arasaka no-feelings implant, so he's... interested, but also so fucking. sad. he guesses. he's sad because she's sad. except she's just empty, and the only thing left (because there is No One left; they've all gone and the years she spent trying to keep them alive feel completely and utterly wasted now because who is she to fight entropy. who is she to fight the corps. who is she to fight the decay of the planet) is just a well of anger so deep he's surprised he's never tripped over it before. not that he pries, exactly, but it's so obvious now that he's seen it. she's got so much of it and so little of anything else left, and he hates to see a mirror in her in this way.

[phantom-does-a-thing]

i love literally just trying to vibe and then the most raw insecurities start to crawl out of the walls like scurrying insects

[phagodyke]

was brave and talked to my doctor abt my period bs + she said it might be endometriosis without me even having to bring it up... 💀

[justmeclover]

AYO????????????

M Y G O D-

[aces-and-angels]

video taken from shahed's instagram follow: @shahednhall verification source (no. 224 on el-shab-hussein/nabulsi's list)

"I like to photograph everything. I like to collect special shots because the memory is not repeated. I like to make it in my memory and the memory of everyone. I did not like to share the destruction. I did not like to share the life that has become black and white despite this reality, but my message is to show the beauty of my family and how much they deserve life. I do not want them to appear in a picture they do not like and do not want anyone wish for it. The lens of my camera will continue to transmit the most beautiful shots. Get up, fight for me, a new danger that presses

I hope you save my life before it's too late.🙏💔"

- shahed (please read & share full post here)

no one should have to showcase their suffering for others to care. sadly, people only seem to mobilize after something truly horrific happens. i am begging you all not to wait for the next tragedy. there is no pause button, no reprieve, no escape from the suffering these families face on a daily basis. they all need your help now.

if you don't know her already, shahed is a 21 year old who used to be a student at al-azhar university before the genocide began. with both her parents having taken ill, she is the sole provider for her family right now, including her five siblings, youngest of whom is just a baby.

shahed is currently trying to put together an evacuation fund for her younger sisters (who have hepatitis and are severely ill.) they were recently removed from the clinic where they were getting treated due to overcrowding/because there were more pressing cases to be attended to, likely because of the massacres that took place days ago and are still happening today.

there is no room left for people's complacency-- it's okay if you're unable to donate right now-- what's not okay is assuming others will pick up your slack. just because your dash is full of 🍉content doesn't mean that's the case for others. you taking a second out of your day to spread shahed's campaign brings her that much closer to her goal. please do whatever you can to help her out.

SHAHED NEEDS TO REACH $40K USD BY THE END OF THE JULY IN ORDER TO GET HER FAMILY TO SAFETY

current stats: $34,137 raised

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