#but nevertheless i can easily switch between the two

[airenyah]

Me reading your post with my German and English like.... Okay keep your secrets. It took me a hot sec to recognise even the German. What dialect is that even? (Said with love)

hahahahaha this message is delightful, ngl :D

i grew up in northern austria! dialect is used pretty much everywhere and in any situation in that region

which is funny, because my parents actually raised me with standard german (as in i was actually told off for speaking dialect at home by my mom) and then in unterstufe (middle school) my classmates would keep asking why i only ever spoke standard german and i got so fed up with it that at age 12 i slowly made the switch to dialect outside of home

anyway, earlier i really needed to vent about something and so when that's the case i always go with the strongest dialect i can muster when i need to let off steam but don't want to start any unnecessary discussions or arguments (vague-posting works great when you know that people can't understand your language and even google translate won't do much good 👌)

[goldsbitch]

That one night stranded

There is good sex...and then there is good sex. And when you know and love someone, it's very easy to tell when they fall into an anxiety trap and try to fuck it out.

Lando is determined to have good sex only for the rest of his life.

Or - Lando and Y/N get stranded in between flights. accidental 7k epilogue p.2 to That one Christmas flight, but can be read as a stand-alone

warning: angst, shit family, smut, p in v, oral, minors DNI, typos, couple therapists - please leave, i'm not ready for your judgement

//

There were two very different text message chains happening in the hotel lobby, where the young couple stood, waiting for the receptionist who was coding they key card.

Lando's phone was bursting up with family photos, taken the day before. Lots of smiley faces, tables overflowing with food and pictures blurred up, because the person taking the photo was most likely laughing too hard to stay still. And even better - most of the messages were words of praise his family had for his no-so-new girlfriend. He knew well enough his family was proud of him nevertheless. Somehow, bringing home someone who fit in right easily, laughed at the same jokes and earned a sincere approval, filled up a hole he had no idea was present in his heart.

This one night they'd "earned" by the delayed flight felt like a reward. They'd done great together. Alone time was a rare luxury, especially when it was unexpected and not planned out for weeks. He glanced over to her, glued to her phone in a similar way that he was. Only difference being the furrowed brows.

The other text chain was Y/N and her mother. Right when the reality sank in - the fact that no plane would be able to fly to Japan with these weather conditions - her heart did too. She'd somehow hoped it would be different. That her mother would save the snarky comments. Yet she found a way to make this all seem like Y/N's fault.

You should have taken an earlier flight.

She knew it was irrational. But yes, if they had opted for the earlier flight, they'd be in the air by now. Funny, how only parents know the exact formula to make one’s brain switch off the rational part. It was the hidden undertone in the text messages. Her mom would usually save those for phone calls. The last thing Y/N wanted to do at the moment. You're too reckless. Not organized enough. Being late is your fault. Bad planning. Do you even care about seeing me? I took a day off from work to spend time with you. Are you sure about bringing the racer boy over here?

Guilt filled up her stomach and her eyes were glued to the phone, hoping for more letters to appear. Something along the lines like "have a safe flight". Or "I'm looking forward to finally meeting Lando". Words she knew would never appear. She felt her boyfriend's arm embrace her as he exchanged few final words with the receptionist. The specific info got lost on her, but the tone spoke on it's own. Even a stranger could pick up on his unmasked joy and comfort. He didn't mind they were stranded for few hours. She wished for that kind of peace of mind. His family had been incredibly lovely to her. Accepted her the way she was and gave her enough space to express herself. She was ready for "double checking" or some sort of acceptance tests. Expected to have to prove herself to them more. None of that came. Part of her was secretly infuriated by that. There was no way in hell Lando would get the same treatment. Y/N wished she could provide that comfort for him too. It resembled the same feeling she had when he came to her apartment for the first time and she forgot to put away all the mugs overflowing the nightstand. Like something that was her responsibility to fix, clean up before he even knew this was a thing.

"Look at me, honey," he said in the elevator, his finger pulling her chin up. His eyes scanned her with a look she grew to love. Pure, unfiltered adoration. "Feels like we got gifted a night only for ourselves. I can't think of anything better to receive." She smiled as best as she could, trying to get on his level of ease. But one thought sat in her brain, unwilling to make space for anything else. Today's bliss for tomorrow's misery.

"You're right, as always," she replied, trying to convince herself maybe more than him. The kiss she gave him afterwards was to divert his attention from looking at her, because she knew from experience, he'd soon see right through her.

"Have you texted your mom that we'll be late?" he asked, unaware of her bubbling anxiety.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, trying to dismiss the situation.

//

Who cares that mom thinks he's just a reckless celebrity. Would an immature asshole who "can't possibly care about me in the longterm" be say things like that? It was pure fire running through her veins. Maybe it really was a gift, these few hours they got extra. The reality was that even if they'd arrived on time, fresh and dressed up as a cookie cutter loved up couple, her mom would still find something wrong to drill about later. Screw that. Last few moments of solitude.

She was standing in a hotel room bathroom, looking into the mirror, trying to calm herself down.

This worked perfectly into Lando's favor, him still being completely high on the good Christmas vibes. The minute she excused herself, he got on the phone with the hotel concierge and offered to throw any amount of money at them if they'd manage to follow up on his impromptu request. By some miracle, the trail with cold champagne, strawberries and few roses arrived before she returned from the bathroom. When his lovely girlfriend entered the room again, he greeted her with a dramatic spin, rose in one, a tall glass in the other hand. His interpretation of an angelic smile plastered on his face. The plan of catching her off guard worked. She stood there for a moment, taking the scenery in.

"Lando..." she said, speechless enough to muster anything more.

He winked at her and stepped closer. "It is technically our anniversary..." he said, like an open invitation.

Y/N stared at the loved up guy standing in front of her. Mother's voice still ringing in her head. All composure she managed to gain by staring at herself in the mirror gone in a second. How can anyone, ever and anywhere think that Lando, her Lando, is anything but a perfect boyfriend. How can her mother feed her with words like reckless, immature, wild and careless...without ever even meeting him in person. Her phone dinged with the sound a text message and she just knew it was her mom again. She didn't even bother looking at the notification.

"You're perfect, you know that?" she blurbed slowly. Once again, as if more to herself than to him.

His smile grew wider. "I try my best," he noted with a tone that could only be described as playful.

"Many people forget anniversaries..."

"To be fair, it is easier if it's pinned to annoyingly recognized holiday..." he joked and handed her the glass. "Do not ask me when we actually got together, because I don't think there is enough champagne around here for me to apologize for not knowing that date."

She smirked and accepted the glass.

"You did kind of just admit that yourself, you know..."

"I know, but, you didn't ask, so it doesn't count."

He knew her well enough to know that she was about to ask exactly that just to tease him, so interrupted her before she had a chance to even breathe in.

"Toast! To us! To the best outcome a desperate secret meeting at Honda could ever have!"

Giving up on teasing him, she clinked her glass with his. "To the Christmas champagne tradition."

He leaned in and kissed her before tasting the champagne. If it weren't for the symbolic gesture, he'd order anything else. Champagne had a weird undertone of podiums and that was something he hated to get reminded of during off season. But that was not something he needed to tell her.

She gulped the whole glass, happy have something to take the edge off.

"How bizarre, we managed to make it here," she remarked, courage building up.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, honey."

That's it. He was being the ultimate boyfriend, while she was there, barely participating. No more of that. She grabbed the glass from his hands and downed the liquid he barely touched anyway. Surprised Lando only raised his eyebrows and watched her put both of their glasses away.

"Bed. Now," she ordered him, changing the tone of the conversation.

Fascination overruled Lando's facial expression and he obeyed, without a single word. Usually, he was the more dominant one in their sex life. He couldn't help himself, forever horny teenager. But, sometimes, out of nowhere, she whipped up her bossy side. He often fantasized about that when he was alone, racing around the world.

She waited for him to absentmindedly kick his shoes to the corner only to sit at the edge of the bed. Shook her head and nodded toward the pillow. He obeyed and pushed himself further to the back. His eyes were literally inviting her, encouraging her to continue.

With full determination, she took her shirt off, following by swiftly removing her bra. Then she climbed over to him, never breaking eye contact.

Lando wanted to say something, anything, but he was worried that would somehow break the spell. He followed her every move, tuning in. They had spent few days in the family circus and they were about to enter another one. It's been the longest they'd gotten without sex while being in the same timezone. Even though he was not demanding or expecting anything, he was craving it like a starved man.

She wanted to feel hot. Determined to prove that she is a good girlfriend. Swung her leg over his, practically sitting on him. Their lips crashed together in a messy kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Lando sighed when she parted them. But she was on a mission now. Knowing well enough Lando was a boobs man, she pulled his face towards her nipple and he didn't think twice about what to do next. She watched him suck and pure physical relief washed over her. All will be well soon.

She grabbed him over his jeans, pleased to find that he was already getting hard. Abandoning the kiss, she moved over to gain access to his crotch. Locked eyes with him while opening his zipper, almost violently.

"Take this off," she ordered and boy, did he do as he was told.

The air was heavy with anticipation on both parties.

With thick determination, she knelt over and took him into her mouth. He grew in her instantly, reaching full erection almost immediately.

Wasting no time, she started to move, up and down and suck him off. One hand called over to help at the bottom of his shaft, the other used as a support for her to lean on. She quickly got lost in the rhythm and continued, almost like someone dead set on completing a task. She had to prove herself. He was a great boyfriend and she needed to be the best girl he had. Because tomorrow, only ugly judgemental looks from her mother would await. No warm family welcome, this bliss they lived in for the past few days would be long gone. She could almost see it already happening, Lando desperately trying to impress her mother and her just dismissing him, because she had already made up her mind about him.

But he was perfect and Y/N was head-over-heels in love. With her eyes closed, she kept on moving, barely reaching for breath, ignoring the growing pain in her back, because the pit of despair growing in her stomach was louder anyway. It was all worth it for making her lover happy. Because who knows how it will all look tomorrow. If she could back down from the trip, she would. Her mom does not deserve to criticize someone so perfect like Lando.

Out of nowhere, felt his hand reaching over to her shoulder, somewhat bringing her back to Earth.

"Y/N," he moaned, with an unusual undertone. She took it as a sign to speed up her movements.

"Stop," he continued instantly. She froze, not quite sure what had happened.

"Ok, ugh," he pulled away unwillingly. "I can't believe I'm about to interrupt...Whatever amazing thing is happening right now."

She swallowed her own saliva. Got up a bit, slightly mortified. Why did he stop her. What has she done wrong? He never complained before? That's it - this connected with the treatment her mother had prepared instead of Christmas dinner would be the final straw ending their lovey-dovey period. Her thoughts were tripping one over another, making up an incoherent mess.

Once again, he pulled up his finger and arched her chin up.

"Is everything alright?"

Silence followed. He gave her a questioning, puzzled look.

"I thought you liked my blow jobs," she said with a stern look stripped of any emotion.

"Believe me, I do," he said with a heavy sigh. He couldn't believe himself, never expected himself to pause a perfect blow. "But something feels off about you."

She failed. She failed at going with Lando's flow and ruined what was suppose to be a nice romantic holiday evening. Giving up, she threw herself on her back, lying 90 degrees next to him, eyes glued to the ceiling. If they hadn't been so comfortable with each other, she'd feel very small, lying there like that, him with his dick out and her topless.

Lando had hoped his intuition was wrong. But sadly, he recognized the signs correctly. Without knowing this emotion had pained her ever since the plane got delayed, he felt his own anxiety pile up. Only years of mental preparation for his overly demanding job had helped him to avoid jumping into conclusions too quickly. Even though, deep down, he was terrified that her sudden mood change was due to the fact she didn't love him anymore. It was always the first thing he thought about, no matter how much he tried to work on it. But - years of mental training - he was going to cash that in.

He watched her, hoping she'd look back at him. When she didn't, he reached his fingertips towards hers. Her own hand responded instantly and their fingers tangled together.

"What happened...Did I do something wrong?" he opened with, reaching for any clues.

She kept her stare up the ceiling and chuckled. How cute it was, finding him so unaware.

"No. Lando, you're amazing. Annoyingly so, lately."

He took that as an invitation and shifted his body over so that they shared the same angle and joined her at the "staring at the ceiling" activity.

"I hope that is not the problem - I have hard time not being like that," he joked, hoping it would diffuse the tension a bit. The Lando she met a year ago would probably run away in a situation like this. Or maybe even ignored the obvious distress of his sex partner and let he blow him to his release. But not the Lando of today.

Her lips curled into a small smile.

"Oh, if only all of us were like you," she couldn't help but comment sarcastically.

"You know that you're more than perfect to me, right?" There was no lightness to be detected in his tone. She shifted, a wave of uncomfortableness washing her over.

I may be, but not my family.

"Yes, but I need you to know...I need you to understand, that I truly love you and I am totally mesmerized by you. To me, you are perfect. Even when you irritate me to heavens," she admited, making sure to highlight the words of praise. Scared that if she didn't build enough foundation today, there will be nothing to stand on once the challenge comes tomorrow. She'd tried to warm him about the meeting, but it always seemed to go through his ears.

It was like she was speaking in riddles. "Why do you need me to understand that now?" he asked, eyes now fully glued at his girlfriend, searching for some clues.

She felt his eyes on her and out of nowhere felt very naked. "Because...." ...Words were hard.

"Go on, I'm not backing away from this," Lando insisted, trying to get them both on the same page.

A loud sigh. "We had such a great time with your family..."

It was like she was speaking in a language he was not yet fluent in. "Don't divert the conversation," he hissed, eyes on her like she was some sort of target.

"I'm not!" she gasped, almost offended.

Lando was still not following. "My family is basically in love with you, I have messages if you need proof."

"Yeah. And that's the problem," Y/N smirked bitterly.

He leaned closer to her. "I think we should look up a definition of the word problem..." he joked.

She was still burning holes in the ceiling with her look. "We missed the flight. It's another bullet to my mother’s gun." Stupid, stupid mistake.

"Who is she planning on shooting?" Lando asked softly.

"Us, I'm afraid." She finally met his look and the only emotion he was able to read in her eyes was concern.

If this relationship had taught Lando anything, it was that the hard way is sometimes the only way. So, he finally allowed himself to ask the one thing that had been on his mind for a while now. "Does she not like me?"

Deep down he was suspecting this might be one of the reasons why his girlfriend is acting sketchy. He just hoped it was something more trivial. "She's never met you," she whispered, as if she was defending him for something he hadn't yet committed. So far, there had been only one moment when her mom Facetimed her when he was right next to her. One greeting, awkward wave and a smile that was not reciprocated. He made up some excuse to leave them alone promptly after that, feeling like he was intruding on a private conversation.

"I wondered when you were going to tell me that," he remarked, ready to go full on. He was just now allowing the thought that his lover's parent might have been feeding her bitter doubts for some time now enter his brain.

The obvious change of Lando's expression made her stomach turn, kind of like drinking milk that's gone off does. But, they'd vowed to be fully honest with each other after their first big fight. Deep breath. "She um...It's not like you can say she is exactly on board with all of this,“ she gestured between them. 

And there it was. The confirmation he feared. He did his best to remain as calm as possible. "Don't worry, I figured, you sort of hinted at that few times before. And I'm planning on charming the hell out of her. After all, you do share genes. Some of my tricks gotta work on her." It was more of a plea, lacking his general playful confidence. When she studied his look, it reminded her of the times when he was hiding his real emotions in front of hungry reporters.

He told her once he wanted her to be blunt, rather than deceptive in difficult times. The words started to leave her mouth without much of a filter. "But, what if it does not work. She has this habit of making her mind up before I have any chance to affect it."

Somehow, the fact she voiced it, made it easier for him to react. "Honey, don't take this the wrong way. But, I only care about your opinion. It would be great to have your mom on our side...However, I'd like to believe it's not the base of our relationship."

"No, it's not," she said quickly, silently hoping it was going to be enough for them to survive this challenge.

"So, tell me. What does she think about me?" he asked, suddenly craving to know it all.

She bit her lip. "Lando, don't make me say things like that."

Wow. That bad. "I'm used to getting hate from thousands of people who don't know me. I can cope. The more specifics I know, the better I can prepare...Come on, spill it," he countered, trying to convince her that he can handle it. However, it wasn't like he himself was completely sure of that. Her face was expressionless and he nodded to confirm it nonverbally.

"She thinks you're reckless," she spoke slowly, skipping few heartbeats. She was used to being on the other side, praising Lando when he doubted himself. This place, where she found herself at, was not one she liked.

He analysed it for a moment. "Well, I do get into a car every week to purposefully drive it as fast as possible, so I can she from which angle she might be coming from. Nothing new."

"You're a party boy," she shot back faster than she could think.

And he shot right back at her. "You're a party girl, but I assume your mom has no idea, huh."

"No...," she admitted. For some reason, this calmed her down a bit. She finally took another breath.

"What else," Lando's stared at her, following his internal feeling they hadn't arrived to the end yet.

No point in holding back now, she figured. There was a weird ball of tension in her chest, almost asking daring her to push him to the limit. "She googled you. A lot. And she made sure to tell me names of all your model exes. Then proceeded to tell me I look nothing like that," Y/N deadpanned.

Lando knew this was probably the one thing that stung her the most. But, the thought of someone she held so dearly voicing it her was making him extremely angry. "That's just fucked up-"

She continued, before he had any chance to react more.

"And, she thinks you'll affect my school. That the lifestyle around you is shallow and only attracts bonehead people."

Now, this was finally getting to Lando. Of course, he could not let Y/N know that, not in this moment.

"Do you think that too?" he asked, because he craved to know the truth. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when the world around felt silent and his mind had time to roam freely, he found himself thinking about this. He never really studied and was never going to. His life was based on different approach. He loved it. But that didn't stop him from feeling a bit inferior from time to time.

He expected anything, but a laugh. For a moment he figured she was mocking him. Only once she reached to touch his face he realized just how still and stiff he became throuout out their conversation.

"I think it's shallow and bonehead to assume that. I've met some amazing people in your team, smart people who have dedicated their lives into the sport I'd grown to love while watching get so passionate about it."

There was an unspoken question hanging in the air. Lando dared not to say it outloud.

"And, no. I don't think you deserve to be called any of those words. Only when you're looking in the mirror, because that smug face deserves to be punched one day."

He chuckled. It would take him few moment to truly let her words sink in. "You didn't seem to think that one time in Abu Dhabi." That time when he fucked over a bathroom sink and made sure that she watched them the whole time. Lando watched with joy as her face started getting some color again. He couldn't fight his urge to get closer to his partner, break the tension even further. So, he rolled over to bury his nose in her neck. It was almost automatic at this point. None of his previous girlfriends were this understanding of his overly touchy needs. Words were important, but they grew more on meaning when he could feel her skin, explore her light shiver, watch how her body reacted. When he felt her pushing towards his touch, he swung his arm over her, with the notion of providing some heat to her naked chest.

A more comfortable silence fell upon the hotel room. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. Lando was taking in all of the newly found information. It was a heavy burden, not because of the substance, but because it was coming from someone Y/N held dearly. It was hard not to feel a little injustice of it all. But more than that, he was grateful that she was able to avoid internalizing all of that what was fed to her from her mom. He approached all of this as he would any strategy meeting before a difficult race. Find the strengths, capitalize on them and try to minimize the advantage "the opponent" might have. But truth be told, he'd rather not have to have this sort of competition.

"Thank you," he whispered into the crease of her neck. "Thank you for not giving into it all." He hoped, prayed, that was he as saying was true. It was not just about her mom. It was the press, some of the overbearing fans and anyone who dared to challenge them without having any real insight in their relationship. "I know it must be really hard and not exactly what you might have signed up for."

What did I sign up for? 

She reached over to embrace him, mindlessly drawing circles on his back. The pit inside her stomach was growing smaller. Without really intending to, signed up for a partnership, exciting love affair that got out of hand. Anyone who came before him was redundant. He outshined everyone. 

"I’m pretty sure I must have bribed faith in my past life to have you thrown in my life." 

"Aren’t you my little smart poetic girl," he murmured approvingly and started to cover her skin with kisses. Few moments flew by. "We could order some food, put on the show you like and drift away. How does that sound?" 

She understood his intention. It had been a long day and another one was coming. Her emotions were clashing from one end to another and as much as she tried to hide it all, Lando was proving to be hard to fool. And no - she did not want to chill in. Burning all of it out sounded more fun. To be held for a moment, stuck in the timelessness only lightheaded orgasm created. 

He was still trailing her neck with small pecks, arm locking her in. The untamed curls almost tickling like small feathers. Everything was heightened, as if his skin was loudly calling her in. His words of initiating a calm wind down not matching his action. 

"Please, no more of this PG fun. It’s been days."

He stopped all of his movements. "Well then, pray tell, what do you have on mind?"

The next words flew out of her mouth before she could filter them. "Are you in the mood to fuck me?"

"Am I in the mood to fuck you," he repeated, in his signature sarcasm dripping style. He was having trouble processing how his sexual partner could ever arrive to this question. Unsure whether to address her clumsy dirty talk first instead of the absurdity of the question, he arrived at a simple "Charming…".  Of course he was in the mood. Always, anytime and quite literally anywhere.

"Well it's just, it's been quite a tense talk..." she hinted back carefully. To her surprise, his face went into smirk mode. 

"I will ask you the same thing next time you're hyperventilating about school and you come in begging for stress release," he jested, once again making her eyebrows shooting up. 

"I am never begging," she defended, unwilling to give into his narrative. 

And then he shot back, with his signature you-don’t-have-any-chance-to-resist look. "I said what I said."

Blood ran boiling in her veins. If oil had been in such abundance as his audacity, the world would be able to run cars freely for centuries. "Tell me one example of me begging for sex with you."

Lando turned his head slowly. Oh. Oh, it was on.

Very quickly she realized her own mistake. She ran into that one like a fool. "No, Lando, don't-"

"You know, it has been indeed quite a long day, I think I'm gonna hop in the shower and get a healthy dose of beauty sleep," he declared dramatically, sat up and removed his t-shirt. She rolled her eyes as high as humanly possible. No way would follow through with this premise. "Fine, Lando. I’ll be here, munching on strawberries, naked and horny, all by myself," she tried to tease and leaned over to grab one of the bright red fruits from the trail. Eyes locked in with him as she shamelessly sucked on it. There was a glitch and a twinkle in his look. Almost got her thinking she had this one in the bag. He stepped closer, noses almost touching as he whispered: "Have fun, honey," gave her a little peck on the cheeks while having the nerve to grab her exposed breast. His tone was teasing, daring her to dare a little more. It was annoying in a typical Lando fashion.

"Lando, you gotta be kidding me right now," she sighed, impatience getting the better of her. 

"Few magic words and you get exactly what you want from your reckless racer fuck boy,“ he mocked everyone who ever doubted them. "Oh, sorry, forgot to add, very good at taking your edge off. Am I right?"

His presence was more intoxicating than usual. As if he radiated some hormones making her feral. All the complicated emotions leaving the conversation one by one. Nothing but the two of them left in the room. His hot breath on her cheek, fingers circling over her nipple and his body heat reminding her of each time she wrapped her arms around him as he pushed into her. 

"Yes, that you are," she responded mindlessly and searched for his lips with her own. He allowed her a small peck, like a chef would at a tasting menu. Enough to hook, but not enough to fill up. And with that thought in mind he broke their kiss. "Come on, say it. I want to hear it."

Few moments of silence, her breathing heavy and his almost undetectable. Two ego’s fighting a battle so pointless it was almost amusing. She couldn’t just give in like that, no matter how dizzy her head was getting. 

"Fine by me, honey. Your choice," he danced away, letting her hanging. There was something infuriating about how nonchalantly and elegantly he smiled, knowing well enough her was winning this battle. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as to prevent herself from watching his tone back. 

This. This was her Lando. Always pushing her into a direction she had no idea she wanted or needed to go. Never the same thing twice, somehow, he always dug up something new. 

She sat on the bed, dumbfounded, playful anger replacing all the anxiety she had felt just moments ago. Was this his plan all along, or did he just have a natural talent at steering her mood into a place where she’d happily go and give into anything he’d suggest her to do?

He was grinning all the way coming to the shower. It was a statement, a game and something to ease the tension. Once the water started, he’d allowed himself do a light check-in with his own feelings. It wasn’t easy to hear all those things. In fact, some of them hit a little close to home. Lando made sure to separate what he had heard from Y/N as a person. She wasn’t the author of these thoughts. Someone else was. A person who he had not yet even met. There wasn’t a single cell in him that would doubt that everything she stared had been said by her mother at some point. 

He closed his eyes and aimed his face directly under the shower head. Images of him and Y/N all coupled up at his family house started to come in, like a set of developed photos. So natural, calming and most of all - honest. Comfort memories he knew he’d be reaching for once the new season and it’s challenges catch up, when the distance and loneliness hit. But at that moment, there she was, right next door and probably still a bit fired up by his uncharacteristic postponing of sex. His hand slid over to his crotch, squeezing himself casually and switching up the mental images to less family-friendly moments. He was sort of expecting her to come and join him in the shower. But no, of course not. Not when he set her up like that. They were all too similar for their own good.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, towel purposefully hanging dangerously low, he couldn’t stop himself from simpering. Once he got a look at her, sitting under the covers, phone in her hand and too stingy to pass him more than two looks. But, she did come for the second one and that betrayed her, aiming directly to where his tower barely covered his waist. 

To prove his point, he shuffled his wet hair, sudden movement making her glance once again. It felt really addictive to know he was the centre of her attention, despite how much she tried to hide it. 

Smugness and water dripping from him, he landed shamelessly on the bed, towel giving up on trying to participate. Her reaction was to frown, making her pet peeve of people getting into the bed wet known, once again. Something Lando became aware very early on. He used this information only when the situation required it. No words were said, as he leaned over her, making sure to leave some remaining water drops on her, and grabbed a moisturizer. 

Then he proceeded to slowly plump it and rub it on his body. The unreasonably loud sounds of him doing that were cutting the silence of the room like a knife. 

His partner sitting next to him hummed quietly. "Whatever this is, it’s not working."

He replied, elegant as ever. "I don’t know what you’re insinuating." He pretended to be as focused on his activity, the same way as he did when doing PR bullshit. "Ah, honey. Would you be so kind and help me reach to my back?" Lando asked overly nicely. Y/N watched him, almost admiring just how bad his acting skills were and how he proceeded with his act without any remorse. He was reaching over to his back, unable to do so, and making it look like the biggest tragedy human kind has ever experienced. And with puppy eyes, he decided to go for a low blow. 

"Please, baby," he said in a tone so insincere it wouldn’t fool a child. This was yet another provocation. 

"You know it irks me when you’re wet in the bed."

He let out a chuckle. She was so bad at keeping herself in check. It was adorable. She just sat there, pretending to be scrolling Instagram, little lines around her eyes forming from how tense her eyebrows frowned. "I do. And we seriously have to get your accidental innuendos under control. Can’t have you walking in public saying these things." He wiggled the moisturizer in front of her face. 

Finally, she snapped. "You are the most annoying and immature guy I’ve ever met. You’re impossible." Lando looked at her, like one would at an angry puppy that’s trying to jump a little too high. 

"One would almost say a miracle, huh."

Once again, he shook his bottle of moisturizer. Having had enough, she snatched it from his hands and put it back on the nightstand.  "It’s a miracle I haven’t killed you yet."

Without missing a beat, he shot back. "And how will we celebrate?"

She let out a sigh so loud the people in the next room must have heard it. Sitting there, not knowing what do with her hands anymore. He wished they were pulling his hair. 

"Are you seriously gonna make me say it."

He simply nodded, arching himself up. If her mind had been clouded before, it was now full on can't-see-further-than-my-nose type of situation.

He leaned over even closer, getting up all over in her personal space. As if that was even a thing anymore. 

Somehow, for some reason he would have yet unpack, his heart was beating like crazy. Say it. 

Accepting that he won what ever this was, she gulped and finally whispered. "Please."

He gave her a questioning look, as if he didn’t hear her. "Hm? Sorry?"

Still debating whether she should smack him or not, she repeated herself. "Please."

"What, do you want me to put the cream on you too? Hydration is important for the skin,“ he teased, enjoying himself immensely. 

"Lando."

"Y/N."

If he were to be completely honest, he was extremely proud of himself to withholding this long. Also, not sure how longer he could go on, given the fact his erection has entered the chat. 

To make it more complicated, she sat up and put her mouth almost onto his. He could smell her aroused energy. Almost taste her on his mouth. And that as even before she licked his lips lightly with her tongue.

"Say it," he mumbled, unable to make it not sound like a plea. 

It was different than what they’d usually do. Many couples dabbled in talking during sex, they never really did. Then something hit her. Like a secret wavelength he was sending her way. Maybe he needed her to talk today. So, finally, she broke in. 

"Lando, please, fuck me.“ 

All those times, he waited for the five red lights to go out only for him to smash the pedal, paid off. Like opening windows in a stale room, he let the fresh air in. Ripped the duvet covering her off, he grabbed her legs to pull her into a laying down position, not even giving her time to gasp. His moves were quick and oh-so-sure of himself. 

"Tell me what you need, love,“ he ordered, while he traced the line of her neck with his tongue. 

He wasn’t certain if she was finding the idea of talking as hot as he did. But he sure as hell hoped. It wasn’t like he needed any guidance at that point. Had every inch of her body mapped out already. But he longed to hear it from her mouth. Towering over her, he nibbled on her neck, one hand running through her hair and the other squeezing her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. 

He noticed she stopped her breathing and locked him with her arms, holding on for dear life. 

"You, I need you, Lando,“ she let out, suddenly all uncertain and shy. It was the vulnerability in her tone that got him. He moved his lips a little lower, so that he could leave a mark on her collarbone, without fearing she’d regret it tomorrow. 

His body was moving on its own. Brushing on her upper thigh, opening her legs up and positioning himself between her. All the blood left his brain. 

"I want you to touch me. I want to walk with marks made from you in public, a secret only you will know.“ 

He was only now realizing how good of a fuel this was for him. Lightheaded, he folded her legs and pushed them to her stomach, making as small as possible. So that she would be completely in his control. 

To grand her wished, he left one mark just below he collarbone and moved to leave a second one on her breast. She let out a heavy breath. 

"Lando, please. I need you inside.“ 

He was almost getting too dizzy not to comply immediately. His erection throbbing into her leg. 

Then, out of nowhere, he flipped them both. 

"Get over me, baby,“ he hummed and positioned himself on his back. She gave him a questioning look and knelt above his dick. 

But he shook his head and grabbed her hips once again. "Up here.“ 

His hungry look must have encouraged her, so she moved until he stopped her, ending up directly above his mouth. "Sit down.“ 

His statement was followed by his strong hands literally pushing her down on his mouth. 

Eyes finally locked again, he smirked for the last time, before he buried his mouth in her. 

Lando wished he knew what he looked like from her perspective. Squished between her, licking and sucking, letting her move in the exact way how she wished. He felt her legs tense up with each move his tongue made. This all got even more intense when he squeezed her nipple between his fingers. 

He twirled his tongue through her folds, circled around the clit, which had her melt. 

"More,“ she demanded and positioned herself so that he could only access. 

Saliva and her juices were mixing in his mouth, the smell of her arousal hitting his nose and making him high. 

He upped his pace and went for the moves he already knew from the past would work. Watching her crumble, barely being able to keep herself up, to the point where she had to balance herself against the wall, was probably becoming his definition of heaven. His tongue moved in a fixed rhythm, exploring every possible place she had to offer. 

"Lando..." she moaned, completely lost due to the moves his tongue was making. 

He felt the urge to stop and take a breath, because judging by the slight movements of her thighs, she was getting close. 

And only moments later, her first release came. Wetter than ever, she held on dearly and with one high pitched sigh, she collapsed almost completely. He had to stop her from crushing his face. 

"Sorry," she let out mindlessly, unable to give him more reaction. 

Amused, he helped her back down and rolled her over on her back. 

Wasting no time, Lando pushed two fingers in her immediately, not giving her any time to calm down or rest. 

Wondering in which dimension he managed to send her off to, he watched, as she squeezed her eyes shut with every little twist her made. As her moans target to get intense again, he shut her off with a kiss. His tongue matching the movements of his fingers. He waited patiently, before he felt like she was getting lost in the same haze as bare minutes ago, only to remove his fingers and stop kissing her out of a sudden. 

Confusion and mild anger washed over her. 

"What-"

"I can’t hear you, baby," he teased and hovered his wet fingers above her mouth. "What was it that you wanted from me? Must have slipped my mind."

The look of pure desperation she gave him was the hottest shit he’d ever seen. 

"Lando…"

"Let’s made a deal, sunshine," he proclaimed and slowly shoved his wet fingers into her mouth. Like the good girl she was, she sucked on them without hesitation. „I’ll stop anything we’re doing, the moment you shut up. Ok?“

They were so close to each other with every possible body part. But it was not enough. It would never be enough. She nodded and he pulled his fingers out, slowly. 

"Deal, Norris."

A lightning shot through his body and nearly split him in half. She never used his last name before, ever. Why was that, out of all the things, doing it for him. She must have picked up on his momentary relapse and gained more confidence with that. "Stop fucking around, I want you inside. Now.“ 

He was already almost touching her entrance with his dick. Eye locked, he reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. 

"Please,“ she said, loud and proud, making it sound like a demand.

When he finally pushed into her, it was like anything else stopped existing. He belonged there and nothing else mattered. 

"Oh my God, yes,“ she whined, keeping up at her promise. "This is the best shit ever.“ 

Lando’s autopilot kicked in as the last braincell was truly gone. He started to move in a steady beat, finding it incredibly hard to keep himself from literally pounding into her immediately. 

„Faster,“ she encouraged as she held his shoulder with her other hand, to help her find balance. 

Lando was lost, in the best way possible. In her body, in his mind, in the fact that having sex was something completely different when you absolutely adored the person you’d be lying on top of. The built up energy finally finding its release, after days of dancing around. With each thrust, he lost touch with reality more. Only pure pleasure and reminiscence of her voice finding their way in. 

"Oh, God, baby." "Yes." "I need you." "It’s only you." "Shit, you’re so good."

Lando figured a long time ago that, for the lack of better comparison, their bodies must have been made for each other. Different shapes fitting perfectly into each other. They shared their sense of rhythm. It was never too short or too long. She scratched the itch before he got the chance to mention he had one. Lando felt almost sad for anyone who did not get to experience that. 

Somehow, their sex got better every time. 

He missed when she came for the second time, as he was too lost in his own release. His thrusts got more uneven, his body completely arched and then finally - like the slap in the face, pure bliss washed over him. He felt it in what seemed like every muscle, every strain of hair and in every inch of his lower stomach, spreading like nice hot drink in the middle of winter. All was good. There were no problems, only good things. She was perfect. 

He had a hard time recalling what were the exact words they’d share right after he came. The haze started to clear few moments after, when he found himself next to her, puddle of his cum in the middle of her stomach, noses touching each other and light kisses being left like little presents. 

As the heavy breaths grew lighter, he returned back to Earth.

"All good, baby?“ he asked, the sweetness in his tone coming naturally. Searched for any sign of discomfort in her face. He had hoped that she got exactly the kind of release she deserved. 

And many signs pointed towards that. The smile of her disbelief, red flushed face, sensitive skin that reacted to each light touch as if it was a strong grip. 

"I, um. Yes. More than good. Thank you.“ Most people would barely understand with they way she mumbled.

He chuckled. "You don’t have to thank me, ever.“ 

"I was taught that after every please comes a thank you, so pick you battle. All or nothing," she shot back, teasing as ever.

He didn't have to think much before replying. "Well, all of that then.“ 

She nudged him with her nose. "You seemed to enjoy me begging. Though begging might be a strong word. I would never do that." 

Even though she said it in a light tone, he knew it was intended seriously. "Maybe I just really needed to hear it today. That you want me. Need me.“ 

"What I love about this all is that we need each other. Both for different reasons, but that just makes it work even more.“ 

There was comfort in her answer. A realization, an answer to a question they never asked before. 

"I’ll be there for you tomorrow. We’ll crush it, as a team.“

[matryosika]

𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗼𝘀

Includes — Headcanons, all members, S/D dynamics, degradation, praising.

Author's Note — As I have some free time, let me enlight you with a couple of my opinions regarding threesomes with the exact same dynamic as this post. Please, enjoy and let me know what you think! English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance.

💌 Minho and Seungmin

The versatiles. Of course this pair was going to make it somewhere in this list, especially because this dynamic it's so like them. The best thing about this duo is that I feel they can switch between roles easily —they both have it in them to be either a soft or a hard dom, and I think that's fascinating.

A threesome with them could go both ways: Minho degrading you and Seungmin praising you, or viceversa —Seungmin degrading you whilst Minho tries to soothe his harsh words with sweet talk and compliments. This duo could turn sex into a competition, but they don't. They would rather work together to make you enjoy the moment, rather than to prove something to the other. Nevertheless, I feel like they're both possessive and get easily jealous, so they would try to get you to choose between them two from time to time, just for the sake of feeling proud.

Finally, I sense a lot of dumbification in this dynamic —either they're praising you or degrading you, I feel like both would use some elements of dumbification in their words with you.

💌 Hyunjin and Jisung

A playful, careless duo.

In my opinion, Jisung's competitiveness for power would drive him to be the degrading dom in this one —he has certain dominance and he has no fear in demonstrating it, especially when he knows you adore it. Being as cocky and confident as he is, while paired with Hyunjin he definitely goes all in. He cares a lot about your feelings, though, so the aftercare he provides is heavenly. He takes pride in doing things right, so don't doubt he is the best at everything he does.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, likes some contrast. He lets Jisung be as rough as he wants, as long as he is right there with you, holding your hand and peppering kisses on your forehead and cheeks, praising you for taking everything they're giving you, and telling you how beautiful and valuable you're throughout the whole process.

The best thing about this pair? Is how pleasing you can turn into a competition for both of them —whilst Hyunjin makes sure to treat you right just like you deserve it, Jisung focuses on treating you exactly how you like it.

💌Changbin and Felix

The experimentalists. They've tried everything at least once with you, have explored every dynamic from a to z until finding what they like best. And despite Changbin's dark and intimidating demeanor, you'd be surprised to know that he is actually taking the role of a soft, nurturing dom when paired with Felix in a threesome. Changbin is the type to hug you and hold you down for his friends, arms tightly wrapped around your body while his legs forces yours open. He'd whisper in your ear and tell you how good you're being for both of them, how you deserve the entire world and how willing he is to give it to you. Meanwhile, Felix loses no time into putting some contrast to his friend's words —a playful smirk hiding on the corners of his lips everytime he tells you how much of a slut you are, or how drunken on their cocks you've become. They both work great together, because the lovingly, sweet side of one balance the rough aspects of the other.

💌 Chan and Jeongin

They're all about learning.

For this specific duo, I picture Chan as someone with much more experience than Jeongin, in a way where he can teach his friend a thing or two.

Like Jisung, Jeongin goes all the fucking way in, not holding himself back in the slightest. Of course, this only after you've discussed and negotiated everything beforehand !

I picture him as the teasing, mocking kind of hard dom, one that enjoys degradation and humiliation much more than he would admit. I also feel he's into objectification, along with degradation, so expect a lot of "you're nothing but a sex toy for us" kind of comments from him while he fucks any of your holes.

At the same time, Chan would try to compensate his friend's hostility with some sweet, dirty talk. He is the type to hold your hand and wipe off your tears while Jeongin is mercilessly pounding into you, whispering sweets "one more, yeah? you're making us feel so proud, I know you can give us one more" kind of compliments.

For this duo, I feel like Chan is, between the two, the one with the absolute control. They're both asserting dominance and all, but I feel like he is the one leading the way for the two of you, especially when it comes to limits.

Other possible duos following this dynamic I think would work:

💌Chan (degrader) and Felix

💌 Minho (degrader) and Jisung

💌 Seungmin (degrader) and Hyunjin

💌 Jeongin (degrader) and Changbin

[wednesdaywitchcraft]

Setting up your altar is a personal manifestation of your soul and your personality in the way you practice your Magick. Each witch may have a unique set up that reflects who they are, what type of witchcraft they practice, and what is sentimental to them. As such, every altar may look a little different. There is no specific “correct way” to set up your altar. The right way to set up your altar is what feels right for you. Nevertheless, if you’re setting up your first altar and don’t know where to begin, here are a couple tips on how you can set yours up:

Where to set up your altar:

You can set up your altar anywhere! You can set it up in your home, in your garden, in your workspace (although the best place to set it up would be a more private space) but essentially an altar can exist anywhere you make the room for one. Typically the best place for an altar would be a bedroom, since its a space that most people are connected to spiritually and feel most at rest. My altar is set up in a corner of my walk in closet. It’s on the smaller side but its big enough for me to practice my craft. For those that need a much smaller space, you could set your altar up on a dresser, a nightstand, or even your windowsill. You could even get a portable altar that can be taken down and put up easily, which is good for those that live in smaller housing and those that like to travel.

Which direction should your altar face:

Again, this one is more of a personal decision. In Wiccan history, traditionally the altar is said to be facing North. However, you can face your altar in whatever direction feels right. Perhaps there is a beautiful view facing East that helps you meditate, or perhaps the area you want to set up your altar in only faces South. That is completely OK. As for me, I have my altar facing North-East, based on my preference on the elements I feel most connected to. I have two modes, I’m either completely grounded or completely in the clouds, so the elements I feel most connected to are earth and air; which is how I chose to position my altar. If you want to position your altar for the elements you feel most connected to, you would choose between North (earth), South (fire), East (air), and West (water). However you choose to position your altar should feel right to you.

What to put on your altar:

Your altar can consist of a few traditional things and personal things. You can have plants, crystals, candles, incense, and other traditional tools. You can also have personal items such as photographs, magazine clippings of something you want to manifest in your life, a homemade wreath or jewelry, or anything that feels personal to you such as a seashell or stone you picked yourself on your last hike or adventure. There’s a few things I personally believe every altar should have for spiritual protection purposes (this is my opinion only, not mandatory in any way) and those are:

an altar cloth

a candle

protective crystals (such as black tourmaline, smoky quartz, or amethyst)

incense or white sage

a fireproof bowl or cauldron

Additional things you may want to consider for your altar:

a wand (either premade or handmade) or athame

herbs or crystals for spells

a pendulum board or ouija board (if you wish to commune with spirits)

a chalice

something representing each of the elements

a compass

charms or small statues of things that you connect spiritually with

hand-picked items such as seashells, acorns, pine cones, leaves, feathers, or stones

Important things to remember about your altar:

I know I sound like a broken record saying this, but again, your altar should be personal. A reflection of YOU. If your altar feels right, then it’s right. If it feels like its missing something, add more to it. If it feels too cluttered or like too much, take stuff off. Your altar can change with you! You can switch things out as you feel your energy shift. Something that is very important to remember about your altar, is that it is a sacred place. Cleanse your altar if things start to not feel right after changing things up. Remember that things you find other places, may have picked up energy from that place/people, so be sure to cleanse any items you are bringing into your sacred space.

Blessed be

[percheduphere]

LET'S TALK ABOUT NEURODIVERSE AND DIFFERENTLY-ABLED/PEOPLE WITH DISABILITIES REPRESENTATION IN THE LOKI SERIES

Thank you so much for your patience and your amazing ask, @indulligence! Special thank you, as well, to all the gif artists who made this meta possible.

I've been champing at the bit to get to this one, and I finally made it!

As a disclaimer, I am not a doctor, and I recognize we should take care in pseudo-diagnosing fictional characters as we don't want to perpetuate stereotypes of our neurodiverse and differently abled/people with disabilities communities. Having said that, if interpreting a character as being neurodiverse and/or differently abled/having a disability brings you comfort and joy, you should certainly do so! Canon is a sandbox. Fictional worlds and characters are meant to be engaged with for your pleasure.

I do cite a few medical graphic and their sources below. If any of those sources are problematic in any way, please let me know and I can switch out the graphic for one from a better source.

LOKI - ADHD [?]

At first glance, Loki's characterization in Thor 1, Thor 2, and Ragnarok don't seem to present him as having challenges with executive function. He appears to be able to focus and sustain focus, able to organize, and able to sustain effort and process. Loki also has exceptional memory.

[source]

As for mood, many mood symptoms of ADHD overlap with depression, the latter of which Loki clearly has. Nevertheless, it should be noted that ADHD and depression are often comorbid. He could have both.

[source]

While memory and effort are not concerns, Loki has consistently shown challenges with impulse control, managing frustration, and modulating emotion. A number of his most consequential choices (i.e. inadvertently directing Malekith to his mother, chasing after Sylvie, etc.) are influenced by his emotional state rather than premeditation. This may suggest that if Loki has ADHD, he leans toward Type 2: Impulsive/Hyperactive:

[source]

His characterization in the Loki series changes somewhat to include more hyperactivity and swings between hyperfocus and difficulty regulating attention and focus. Loki gesticulates, fidgets, and moves a lot more in the series than the movies. He also talks much more quickly when excited.

Do I think these changes were intentional? I honestly have no idea. Whatever the case, I think it's lovely that the Loki who becomes the most powerful hero in the MCU is also the version that demonstrates a higher likelihood of being diagnosed with ADHD.

MOBIUS - NEUROTYPICAL / HIGHLY SENSITIVE PERSON (HSP) [?]

I think Mobius, for the most part, is neurotypical. Even with Loki being his special interest/hyperfixation, he doesn't exhibit the other symptom criteria to meet a Level 1 Autism diagnosis, an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder diagnosis, or an Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder diagnosis.

He may, however, be a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP).

[source]

Mobius's empathy for others, perception of behavior, observation of circumstances, and deep appreciation for beauty (particularly when it comes to the beauty of people) are exceptionally strong.

NOTE: Even when the stakes are dire, he's still willing to give Ravonna and Miss Minutes the benefit of the doubt. He really is a sweetie pie. A sweetie pie who can and will slap you if you deserve it.

I think Mobius may mask his strong emotional responses regularly in order to be able function in the TVA. There were only two incidents, when he was unable to suppress his feelings, and those outbursts were remarkable:

That said, Mobius doesn't quite meet the other symptoms of HSP, which include sensitivity to stimuli, being easily startled, and aversion to violence. As we see in the series, Loki's antics don't overwhelm or startle him, and he has no issue with torture when he deems it necessary.

It is possible that Mobius may have Acquired Neurodivergence post-series as a consequence of trauma in the series finale. At present, we have nothing in canon to support this, but many fanfics show Mobius struggling to cope with the loss of Loki, his home, his family, and his identity. This severe level of loss can cause a variety of mental health conditions and disorders that may impact Mobius's future ability to function in a neurotypical way.

SYLVIE - ACQUIRED NEURODIVERGENCE [?]

I've written about Sylvie's sexuality here, and I think some (if not most) of her quirks when it comes social interaction, emotional intimacy, and physical contact may be explained by trauma. As such, I think some of her behavioral symptoms, which can be mistaken as autism, is actually the result of PTSD causing structural changes to her brain. Loki likely has this as well.

Like O.B., she is verbally blunt and appears to demonstrate lower empathy, especially with those she disagrees with.

To be clear, this doesn't mean Sylvie doesn't have empathy. She does, as can be seen in the gif above. What I mean is, her empathy and ability to demonstrate it are generally low throughout the series. This is likely a psychological defense mechanism. Having lowered empathy is advantageous if growing up in apocalypses is the only means of survival. Every friend and lover she's ever had is either dead or will die because of those apocalypses or because of who she is to the TVA.

Unlike O.B., Sylvie initiates social interactions and develops friendships more easily. Sylvie has acquaintances, if not friends, in John (McDonalds,) Eric (bartender), and Lyle (record shop). NOTE: You can tell the writer is a man when the bias in creating side characters skews male instead of female. Sylvie should at least have ONE girlfriend in her 1982 timeline, but she doesn't.

OUROBOROS (O.B.) - LEVEL 1 AUTISM [?]

Here he is! Here is our favorite neurodiverse ray of sunshine! Our autistic cinnamon roll! The MVP of season 2!

Now, I have mixed feelings regarding how people on the autism spectrum are portrayed in media. While they are often shown as socially awkward, they are also shown to be exceptionally brilliant in their area(s) of interest. This is quite flattering and often true in real life, yet I worry that this creates a stereotype that not only are all autistic people "geniuses", they are also geniuses in a way that is useful to a capitalistic society. That expectation isn't healthy and perpetuates the belief that a person is only valuable if they are useful. Further, it is a narrow portrayal of the autism spectrum. It is important to have representation across that spectrum instead of stopping at Level 1.

But I don't like being a Debbie Downer, so let's focus on the good representation that can be found in O.B.!

O.B., in a lot of ways, reminds me of Entrapta from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. He doesn't always read social cues correctly, which often plays out as fantastic comedy relief on screen when the stakes are outrageous.

Like Entrapta, his science and engineering aptitude are nearly unmatched if not for Victor Timely. However, the hyperfocus O.B. exhibits does have negative consequences, as exemplified when he explains he lost his job and wife due to dedication in creating a TemPad prototype. Despite these losses, O.B. is resilient and looks forward to what comes next (another possible symptom of his neurodiversity).

I love that O.B.'s neurodiversity allows him to believe Loki when Loki finds him on his branched timeline with his "crazy story". It is also what allows him to see the patterns in Loki's timeslipping and propose, with confidence, that timeslipping can be controlled.

He is also a very good friend. Though he might not be the "huggy" type, he always makes an effort to find concrete solutions to big problems. I would say that O.B. is Loki's second closest friend in the series after Mobius.

I can't tell if it's O.B.'s autism or O.B.'s inner asshole that's fucking around with Loki in this scene. Not once but twice! Either way, I love it (and the fact that Loki resists the temptation to zap him back).

CASEY - LEVEL 1 AUTISIM [?]

What I appreciate about Casey is that if he is interpreted as autistic, he is not a super genius. He is still quite gifted, but I think he represents where a good number of level 1 autistics actually land in life. I feel this is a much healthier portrayal and balances out O.B.'s genius representation nicely.

NOTE: Look how cute they are! They must be protected at all costs.

I am also so happy that Casey and O.B. found friendship in each other. We have to give B-15 (Verity) credit for this. The only reason they met at all is because B-15 had the presence of mind to think of Casey to help O.B. with the Loom debacle.

Together, they become unstoppable, but there's one more friend who completes the Science Club Trio ...

VICTOR TIMELY - SPEECH IMPEDIMENT/LEVEL 1 AUTISM [?]

Since I've discussed autism interpretation and representation at length with O.B. and Casey, I'm going to concentrate on the portrayal of Victor Timely's speech impediment.

I also have mixed feelings regarding the media portrayal of people with speech impediments. This medical condition is often used as a means of showing a character is "meek" or "harmless". I don't doubt that this character feature was chosen for that exact purpose, to immediately contrast Timely against HWR in the quickest, most efficient way possible. Unfortunately, this kind of narrative "shortcut" leads to stereotyping people with speech impediments accordingly.

It's a good thing, then, that Loki series takes the time to add some depth to Timely's character. Yes, he has a speech impediment, but he is also very willful, crafty, and brave.

[mllemaenad]

So ... I finally bothered to go and poke around in the Emperor's old hideout. I'd been grimly avoiding doing anything that had even a whiff of main quest about it until I picked up Minsc, because companion characters often have commentary on main quest stuff, and I wanted his as well.

And ... the aftermath of that was ... Well. I had to pause when the dialogue options came up until I could stop laughing. The ridiculous creature was lounging with its shirt off and making eyes at my poor character. That was supposed to be "sexy"? It was absurd.

And no - to be clear, I don't mean because of its appearance. People can be into whatever they want. For example: there was nothing at all absurd or gross about the creature in The Shape of Water, because the story clearly defined him as a person who had been imprisoned and tormented, and the people who gathered to help him were also outcasts and underdogs in a brutal society. It was an odd love story, sure, but a lovely one nevertheless. It's all about context.

But this? "Here is my favourite soup recipe. Sex now?" What on earth? I had been increasingly suspicious of the Emperor, who would switch between bullying and wheedling to try to get its way. The business with killing Minsc was the last straw. I was debating whether the Emperor had any chance of staying on the team - not whether it was a viable love interest.

I've never seen anybody fail to read a situation as badly as the Emperor did.

So of course I told it to cut it out, because this was an obvious manipulation tactic, and got the backstory about it having used mind control powers on Stellmane.

And yep - thematically I get it. All the origin characters are bound in service to some form of powerful being, and it's a problem for each of therm. There are nuances, sure, but you can broadly divide them into two categories: the ones who understood their situation from day one, and the ones who were manipulated into believing that this was what they actually wanted.

The Emperor tried Path A with Stellmane, and is now trying Path B, with you.

The advantages are obvious: Wyll turns around on the Karlach situation very easily, once her innocence is clear. There's a tiny bit of a struggle because he knows he's going to suffer for his disobedience - but he doesn't have to change a single thing about his worldview, because he knows what Mizora is, and that she's doing this because she can force him to act against his will. Meanwhile, you have to talk Shadowheart and Gale off their respective ledges in Act 2, because their identities are very much bound up in this being what they really want, and ought, to do.

But. I have never seen anyone quite as hilariously bad at this tactic as the Emperor. That whole scene had to be the equivalent of it rolling a 1 in an attempt to seduce.

[rolandrockover]

Halloween Special

First of all, I am one of those who have never, and I emphasize never ever, seen the Paul Lynde Halloween Special from 1976 in my entire life.

So I could easily be persuaded to claim that this production could only have any real meaning for anyone who sat in front of the television as a child and watched the recording on the original broadcast date. It should go without saying that this circumstance has more than often provided the decisive impulse for a lifelong fan existence, and I'm not talking about the one and only Paul Lynde, but once more about everyone's favorite band, of course.

And even if the television had happened to be switched on in my parents' house on 29 October 1976 and actually had US reception, I think I was still a little too focused on maintaining a reasonably steady balance between my dignity and my diapers as a newcomer to this material world to recognize what was going on in the flickering box with regard to my future beloved rock artists. If my baby carriage had been next to the TV. Anyway, so much for me personally.

But none of this should be a reason enough for me not to take on this challenge, after all, it's Halloween, the perfect setting for the likes of us. So let's sit down and watch together as Kiss impatiently storm the stage of the Paul Lynde Show and perform playback and short versions of their selected hits, all of which come from the then best-selling studio album Destroyer (1976).

Paul (Stanley), at the beginning, almost seems a little insecure and innocent like a young fawn, which nevertheless quickly gives way to his newfound Sturm und Drang post Destroyer performance extraordinaire. And it should, because after all, he has to lift two of the three performances almost exclusively on his shoulders, and the cameras hardly want to let go of him. And it should come as no surprise, because it's almost uncanny how young and handsome he looks. That can hardly be just the make-up.

Gene remains fully in rock n' roll jump demon mode, at least as long as the band performs, but thus only acts in the background and almost invisibly, see above, and when he is allowed to speak is pretty reminiscent of his appearance in Attack of the Phantoms (1978). But the fire, when spitting, is real in this case, and no low budget special effect.

For Beth, Peter gets to do what Eric Singer has been condemned to eternal fan death for years by all those old schooled real fans, namely sit at the piano and pretend he's actually playing the orchestral background music single-handedly while laying his voice over that shapely crust of frosting in real time. Gently, but equally anonymous. Maybe that was somehow for the best.

And Ace, well, Ace mostly just stands around stoically and bravely shakes his upper body left and right beyond his center, occasionally letting his tired arms hang out like a windmill, which may have something to do with his guitar playing. Ace is Ace and has always been Ace. What else can I say?

There's also one or two forced one-liners in the margins, devised by routined TV writers who, in the mercy of us all, we'd be better off saving. If Sean Delaney signed off on it, he must have been obviously pretty lenient. And that's basically it. More or less, because I only watched the Kiss segments, I just couldn't face the rest.

Only... those sequences with Margaret Hamilton, you know, the green witch from The Wizard of Oz (1939), reprising her role in full costume, almost 40 years after that fantastic movie. And there's just this one thing that still gives me pause, because of this little photo I stumbled across.

Did Gene get her laid or not? The witch. In full witch uniform and demon battle armor, of course. I mean, without wanting to be indiscreet, I think there should be reason enough to suggest that he kinda did (1).

What kind of sight would that have been?

Burn Witch Burn, Oo-Ooh?

Side Note:

(1) Anyone who has read Gene's biography Kiss and Make-Up (2001) should have no major doubts about this possibility. And if you had a culinary preference for sea food before, you might not have had any afterwards.

I highlighted the Kiss segments. The first includes Detroit Rock City, and the second Beth, some talk and jokes and King of the Night Time World:

Paul Lynde Halloween Special (1976) (1)

Paul Lynde Halloween Special (1976) (2)

[rreskk]

hiii i hope you’re doing well, i’m here for the gta match ups if you have time <3

Physically: i’m 5’2 , 21 y/o, i have black hair that reaches just below my shoulders and brown eyes with a slit eyebrow (from an old accident hehe), i have a nose piercing, and a lot of ear piercings, i kinda have a bitchy face that gives people the wrong idea but i’m a nice person i swear😭 sometimes i wear glasses bcs i have poor vision

interests: video games, reading tarot, and COD (it helps with my anger issues lmao)

personality and some facts about me: i’m a hopeless romantic but i would NEVER show it because i like to keep the tough girl act. i have a crazy god complex, i’m really stubborn, kinda bossy, brutally honest and also a bit selfish, daddy issues to the max and sometimes mommy issues (she can be a control freak lol) my love language is act of service, quality time, bullying and biting!!!! i get attached to people really easily, i hate hugs and physical touch, whenever i have a breakdown, i tend to cut my hair as a way to release my feelings and gain a sense of control over my emotions. It's like my sadness controls my hair idkk . i can be a mix of introvert and extrovert but i’m more introvert most of the time, i’m an aquarius.

for my style i like to switch things up with it, going from light and sweet to dark and mysterious, and everything in between. It just depends on my mood and the occasion. i like to wear a lot of jewelery and especially ringsss

You’re most compatible with…. TREVOR PHILIPS!

Keep in mind, he admits he likes a challenging woman. You’re stubbornness, “tough girl act” really draws him in. He likes someone who has balls, especially ladies. Your “bitch face” is attractive and would be one of the first aspects that captures Trevor’s curiosity when meeting you. It would compliment your real personality well (but being a hidden hopeless romantic, you’d both share that same personality there). He’d also notice your eyebrow scar and compare it to his. He’d get all giddy and happy to meet someone with similar facial features.

Trevor would find something to bond over (when it comes to your parental issues). Nevertheless, due to being older, he can’t help but like your taste in older men. You both balance each other out well. He doesn’t mind how honest you are since he HATES liars and two-faced people. You’d be doing him a favour by being brutally honest, even if it would hurt his feelings.

He also likes to challenge your love language. Whenever you bite/tease him, Trevor would use this to mess with you. He’d sneak up every now and then, bite your neck or cheek, then run off like a little boy (whilst giggling). He enjoys having fun during relationships and because you’re quite the tough girl, it makes it better fun (because he can easily break your tough exterior).

Oh, but warning aide, he’d definitely wear your jewellery or lose them. That’s just a perk of being with Trevor.

[yesterdanereviews]

Everything, Everywhere, All at Once (2022)

Film review #582

Director: Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert

SYNOPSIS: Evelyn is an overworked laundromat owner who is preparing for her Father's visit, an audit by the IRS, among everything else. She is suddenly forced into a battle across the multiverse to save every reality from being destroyed by a nihilistic entity who just so happens to be her daughter...

THOUGHTS/ANALYSIS: Everything, Everywhere, All at Once is a 2002 sci-fi film. The film centres around Evelyn, a laundromat owner who is being audited by the IRS, amongst a host of family issues as well. Evelyn is suddenly pulled into a battle to save the multiverse, and must tap into the possibilities of the different versions of herself to stop an evil entity from destroying everything. Operating on a number of different levels and perspectives, the film is inherently chaotic, and it is designed to be, but has specific themes and relationships that ground the film and provide an entryway into the story. Perhaps a few of these can be boiled down into very typical relationships and problems, but maybe that's what makes them relatable and meaningful; I think your mileage may vary. Nevertheless, the film has a quick pace and packs a lot into it's two and half hour runtime. Being a film about the infinite possibilities of existence and jumping between different realities, it would be quite easily to leave a viewer confused, or have the film get bogged down in technical jargon and exposition: fortunately, the film manages to keep its pacing and energy while setting itself up for the viewer, and switching around the different realities and revealing things in a piecemeal fashion help keep the film going.

In terms of characters, Evelyn as a role was made for Michelle Yeoh: it showcases her acting talent across all the different genres and roles she has done over the years. she takes on all the different roles she has to play effortlessly, while also retaining the everyday core of her character that is just trying to manage a business and her family. The rest of the cast too are solid in their roles that are uniquely carved out for them, and are a bit of stability in contrast to Evelyn's constant flux.

Credit should be given to the writing of the film that balances the right amount of entertainment, drama, action, and emotional moments that are switched between to avoid the film becoming too bogged down in any particular details. The film makes it simple enough to go along for the ride, but also provides some powerful emotional moments that hit when you least expect. The film does wobble a bit near the end, where I don't think it sets up the climax of the film as such, because the film has had so much energy and motion that you don't realise that this is where everything is coming to a head, and not just another step somewhere else. The philosophical clash between a humanist existentialism and a nihilistic meaninglessness has some weight to it at the end, but it's not something explored throughout the film so it feels like you're getting a pay off from everything you experienced. Part of that is intentional: that out of all the different possibilities and realities, what matters is the seemingly drab one that you inhabit, and because everything is valid (in other universes), then no single one is more meaningful than the other. As mentioned, some of the themes and characters are boiled down to rather simple positions or outlooks by the film's end, but these are all minor gripes about a film that does so well with so many things, and turns in solid performances from the cast, as well as navigating a host of different themes: keeping things interesting for casual movie-goers, while also not being afraid to delve deeper into heavier subjects when necessary. Overall, Everything, Everywhere, All at Once is a high energy mix of films that nevertheless relies on a careful arrangement of it's parts so it doesn't fall into a giant mess. Being able to sustain interest and attention across the runtime thanks to solid performances, fun action scenes, and emotional moments that pull you back in. A few missed beats around pacing and oversimplifying certain positions don't upset the overall impact of a film that both opens itself to the infinite possibilities of existence, while still making the here and now matter.

[amuletandstuff]

Amulet OC!

I was considering not posting and completely dropping this blog because most of the time I’m never proud of my drawings and I often think “who the heck cares about my drawings?”, but nevertheless I caved in and posted.

This is Marcus (22M). A pretty edgy man. He doesn’t display emotions too often but when he does, he’s usually neutral or angry. Mostly angry. He’s got some anger issues. In my AU, Max has siblings! And Marcus is his older brother by two years.

He’s a pretty intimidating guy, he’s got that “resting bitch face” you know, other than that he’s pretty chill (for the most part). But he gets angered easily. His sense of humour is.. kinda dark. He likes edgy and dark jokes. Sometimes he suffers from sleep paralysis or insomnia.

At this point you might think of him as a sad man. But he’s actually a sweet guy when he’s with the family. Enjoys spending time with them.

His elemental possession is Absorption. He can copy/absorb the abilities and DNA of other species and can even absorb materials such as steel. Altho it seems awesome to possess such an element, it comes with a bunch of risks. Using too much energy can result in a monstrous transformation where he becomes a chaotic mix of all the species he’s absorbed. Hence why he needs to be careful using it.

Just like Max, he uses a scythe, except his scythe has a much edgier design, with chains, complicated details and a colour palette of different purples, greys and black.

He can get pretty violent when it comes to fighting. Compare his fighting style with Max’s and he comes off as more aggressive and violent. Max mostly uses his scythe and electric moves, whilst Marcus uses his fists, kicks and his scythe. He also uses his absorption abilities to transform into said creature so it’s a “fair fight”.

Here are some other types of clothes he wears. I also sometimes switch between him having facial hair or not having facial hair.

[theworldwalkerswols]

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

Version 1.

In between patrons. The building is more window than wall, all concrete and five stories of south-facing glass. This is all hell on me, a fucker with light and heat sensitivity. The building has won accolades for its Green design and energy efficiency, which means that the HVAC is half-assed at best and always several hours behind the actual current temperature outside, leaving us with eighty-three thousand square feet of microclimates. Summer is my detested. Even so, on a clear day, the view south across the river, to the hills beyond, is breathtaking. When they built the place they didn’t think about all the expanding and contracting the floor panels were going to be doing with temperature changes, and failed to outfit the literal millions of bolts with rubber gaskets. Over a decade later, the floors, hollow to accommodate plumbing and cables, pop, thunk, creak, and squeal with the weight of passerby. Every desk has its quirks, but thankfully most of them have a Taller station; this is important, as I now need to be able to switch between sitting and standing, sometimes several times an hour, so I always place myself where I can more easily manage that. I end up having to turn the vast majority of the computer monitors to portrait position thanks to the polarization of my prescription sunglasses. I open chrome in incognito mode, use a privacy screen, and zoom docs out to 75 or 80 percent, depending on the floor I’m on. Often I do little more than reread, but depending on the day, I might peck away at my WIPs. Passerby inevitably comment on the fact that I wear a mask, brimmed hat, and sunglasses every day this time of year or on my metal water bottle, which holds A Gallon. I like it because I don’t have to tally how many times I refill it, but also because it could kill a man.

Version 2.

Home, nestled in the comfiest chair in the house I grew up in, a brown armchair with detached ottoman. The fabric has a shallow nap like velvet: smoother one way than the other. I have my lumbar pillow tucked into the small of my back and my feet up, a cheap lap desk balanced on my thighs and my guttering fifteen-inch laptop atop it, its fans blazing away, and it perpetually plugged in as though it’s on life support. To my left is a little side table beneath a wall lamp, which I prefer to have off unless it’s full dark, with a drink - tea, coffee, beer, or whiskey on the rocks are all likely candidates. With my back to the southeast corner of the house, I’m inevitably facing the piano I learned to play on and, above it, the sloped, vaulted ceiling that reaches its apex over the stairs. The dining room table, further to my right, is cluttered with projects and things my wife and I have yet to put away, lacking the energy, space, or both to do so, living in a household of four adults and two dogs. Mom’s Corgi, named in honor of a footballer (whose name we nevertheless technically mispronounce, Gods forgive us), barks at everything and nothing, her semi-howling hitting a high enough decibel to cut through my sound-canceling headphones, which play nature sounds that fit what I’m writing—Ishgardian fics almost always get a combination of wind and the snap of a wood fire, for example. “Xabi!” I borderline yell in a desperate bid to get her attention, “Leave it!” Or, if I’m really at the end of my chain, the idle but deeply cathartic threat, “I’m going to put you on the roof!” (My wife coined that one.) Sometimes her little brother, the chihuahua daschund mix Bear, succumbs to his perpetual FOMO and joins in, his higher-pitched, piercing barks enough to rattle my teeth in my skull. I take my headphones off - they’re not doing their job anyway - and go to the tall, narrow window flanking the door to physically shoo them away from it, saying “There’s nothing out there! You know what that means!” I extend my arms, hands open, toward Xabi in a this time very real threat to pick her up, repeating “You know what that means!” as I advance toward her and she scrambles to run away, her claws skittering over hardwood floors and tile. She knows that if I catch her, I’ll hold her in my arms like an infant, belly-up, and (gently!) bounce her, chanting “Act like a baby, get treated like a baby!!” which is a time-honored tradition from a past household. Inevitably she gives me her Most Disapproving Side-eye, possibly even licking my cheek or my nose in a desperate bid to win her freedom - this from a dog who we sometimes have to literally beg to get affection from (I am not above admitting that I have, in fact, fake cried to get her pity). Once I put her down, she may go straight back to barking. Or she may only huff and chuff, more air than sound, and earn praises of “Good girl, that’s a good quiet, thank you.” When she at last settles and I sit back down, Bear jumps up on the ottoman and stares at me until I let him curl up between my knees under my lap desk (and he’ll whine at me, with increasing levels of pitifulness, until I comply - he’s even pawed at my laptop screen). Now that it’s quieter, I can tell what my parents are watching one room over - almost always soccer, though sometimes some tv show or other - and I put my headphones back on, drowning it out.

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Thank you so much for the ask! Game here~

[rurifangirl]

hand over nosfu knowledge NOW👊

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

FINNALY had a moment to breathe so im finnaly gonna reply 😭

Also idk if i mentioned It but he's like . A Bat demon . A silly one at that tho

Glance

I'd say that his most distinguishing feature is his hair. It kind of like resembles bat wings, not only due to its darker colours, but also to it's shape. You could spot them from a crowd quite easily, since It looks like two big hair horns at the sides of his hair.

However, apart from his cadaveric skintone and gothic-like makeup, another thing that stands out are his eyes. Black as the night, with no other light form outside of his sharp white pupil.

In his bat form however, the focuses switches to both the size of the bat, roughly 6m in height, and the abundace of teeth all around his body.

Wardrobe

Honestly, they don't have much clothing prior to normal story events. The reason Is quite simple;

Demons don't like to use their human forms, both since it's a symbol of weakeness and because the more you use It, the more the demon years for humanity they will never achieve. Therefore, they only use It if necessary.

That's why Nosfu doesn't have much clothing, as a matter of fact the first time he shows himself as an human to another chara that Is also vry silly and my bf n I refer to him as 'the cowboy' and him and nosfu might or might not be gay disasters he's only wearing a long piece of cloth that goes around his body.

As to how he gets his clothing; he either steals them in between meals or robs them from his victims, but he doesn't have a vital need for new clothes. However he does rob eyeliners and dark coloured palettes, since when he's human he runs out of them quite often.

Alternate

Since his world Is fantasy, I'll go for his modern look.

I feel as though he'd care a lot more about his clothing than his canon world counterpart, wearing short dresses and veils to cover his neck. His style would be neat and classy on formal occasions, and while he would still keep neatness in his everyday life, Nosfu could always go for a more casual band t-shirt, long pants and some sort of bat related item since he's very normal abt them.

Nevertheless he slays and serves cunt

Bonus: some of his makeup looks

@a-chaotic-dumbass

[radiochick]

All About Anesthesiac

The first time I saw Anesthesiac was at Trevor’s birthday party at the VFW. They label themselves as having a scrudge sound. Which I can only believe is a mix of screamo and sludge metal. Anesthesiac helps to revitalize the hardcore punk scene even while adding elements of doom metal.

Anesthiac would start in Ashburn, Virginia with band members Aaralyn Shelton - vocals, Damian Bruffey - drums, Irons - bass, Link Wells - guitar, and Trevor Vogt - guitar. In their bio on spotify they state how they got many of their following due to consistently having shows and by meticulously practicing/writing schedules. From the two times I have seen them they always leave me in a profound state. Like when you eat something spectacular, but hate how you didn’t savor it. The first time I saw them I wasn’t expecting anything as I had never heard of them, but my expectations were blown away. Hearing their vocalists screams are on a whole different level live. It made me an instant fan after hearing them only once. Both times after their set ended I wished for just one more song. They bring a great vibe to every show they play which shows their dedication to their craft.

Currently, they have two EPs, Backstabber released in 2023 and Scrudge Comp. 1/Scrudge Dumpster released in 2023. Along with a single with two demos listed. Off of their Backstabber EP I would say my favorite song is Not Forever. I know this is their number one ranked song, but that’s for good reasoning. The song starts off with an acoustic sound that is euphonious, but gets overtaken by a strong energy from the rest of the band. Just as the song started off “soft” Aaralyn’s vocals are melodious, then changes to a stomach-cutting screech that sets off the mood right. Throughout the song they switch between a subdued energy to one that is vigorous and impactful. I personally have never heard this sound from any other bands, but I greatly enjoy the transition between the different energy levels. Now from their Scrudge Comp. 1/Scrudge Dumpster EP I say my favorite song has to be Electric Funeral. I believe this song is sung by another band member. Sadly, I am unsure as to who it is as I haven’t had the chance to speak to any of them before writing this. I love the slightly muffled sound they provide in the vocals this time compared to Aaralyn’s gut-wrenching screams. This song contains points where it has an instrumental solo and you get to really hear the strength in how the drummer carries themselves with addition to the bassist and guitarists. They bring back again and again a heavy guitar riff that is easily recognizable throughout the rest of their songs. Even when listening to this song over and over to write about I was greatly amused the whole time. Not once getting tired of their sound.

When listening to their music I always have a hard time just not moving my head. Their songs have a great production and sense of quality to them. Which reads the listener as them really caring about the music rather than the fame or money they can get. Truly, I can't wait for what they release or come up with next. Nevertheless in the meantime their talents are extraordinary and solemnly something that I don't hear all the time.

[theysaidhush]

Wooyoung fucks- loves your thighs

Now THAT is interesting ! You know how people are always like 'is he a ass or chest man ?' HUH, that little mf would definitely come back home and put his dick between your thighs. Chest is great, comfy and malleable, yeah. Ass is spankable (I now this word doesn't exist don't come for my throat) and it helps him when he wanna have a good grab on something while he's fucking you from behind. BUT THIGHS ???!! God, he love your thighs because he can do everything said above with them.

Holding them and massaging your flesh while he's putting them up to have a good access to your pussy. He looses how your thighs can make him suffocate as your closing your legs on his head because he made you cum for the xth time of the night. And argue with the wall, Wooyoung would definitely get off at the feeling of you sitting on his lap. Lemme give you some graphic depictions of it.

Now, if you're laying on bed minding your own business with your pajama (short dress, hell even pants who cares) he would come at you, look at those damn legs of yours and suddenly whine and tell you that you're mean because you're teasing him. He's always pouty before flipping up the switch. ANYWAY !! If you're in the mood he'll go all out to make you feel good. He has a little ritual when it comes to this. First of all, he NEED to worship those hot thighs. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking on them, you always have to wear tights when going out with a short skirt or something like that. When he's sure that he had a taste of it, NOW he can give you head. You know with that bratty tongue of his this man can do miracles.

Nevertheless, if you're not really in the mood, he'll respectfully beg and plead for you to let him fuck your thighs. You'll said yes cuz huh it's Wooyoung from Ateez, and duuuude, he'll take those legs and manhandle you so they're pressed together, and then rut and fuck between your two fleshy thighs. He loves how this slip easily with his precum, how you're red, ashamed that he's using you like a doll but turned on at the same time because he looks like Apollon standing over your small frame. Well, even if you're not small he makes you feel like you are. When he's done fucking you like a desperate animal, he 100% cum on those thighs and take a pic afterward (if you agree of course consent is sexy (he has DOZENS of cum-covered-thighs pics))

And if you're NOT in the mood it's fine you can just cuddle! We love and support understanding and cuddly bf/gf here.

Yup, Wooyoung can be an ass man or tits man but at the end of the day he's your thighs man. Does that make sense? No? Concluding by haunting you. You know how I'm stating that Wooyoung would kill for those thighs? Imagine his reactions when he would see you with garter belt...

[thoughtsofamanicwoman]

Welcome to my Blog

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I wanted to start by saying I have never truly stuck through with something in my life. I'm easily bored. It's a nightmare being like this, usually just as soon as I get used to a hobby, I'm on to the next thing. I really hope I stick with this, and possibly gain somewhat of a following.

I need a way to express myself, and writing has always interested me. Forgive me, ahead of time for poor grammar and awful spelling. Unfortunately I did not pay attention in school whatsoever, so I probably have the IQ of a ant.

Let me introduce myself- My name is Hannah. I am 23 years old and I am a mother to 4 beautiful children. Yes, you read that right I said 4 children. But in this economy??! Haha, look- things happen okay. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. Who knows where I would be if it wasn't for my babies. I'm currently unemployed, my significant other and I decided it would be better that way. Plus, who can afford the childcare?? Being a stay at home parent is a true blessing, don't get me wrong. Although, I do suffer from severe clinical depression and loneliness. As do many - and there are those who have it way worse then I do. Sadly enough, my mind wants me to believe the best option is to *self delete* sigh.

My worse enemy is myself. I am not afraid to admit my flaws-and ooooof. I have tons. Not to be too self deprecating; but I am definitely not a saint. I've dabbled in alot of things; drugs, meaningless sex, partying- you name it. Alot of people ask me "Hannah, why are you like this?" Truth is, I just want to feel something. Most of the time I feel like a empty shell. Like a robot just moving through the motions. Dangerous or promiscuous activities give me a boost of adrenaline. For that moment I feel alive. It's short lived though, and I'm soon back to being numb.

Now you are probably like "woah, didn't she just say she was a mom?" Yes, yes I did. I'm home 99.9% of the time. When I do get time away from them, I admit that I tend to get a little too wild. I know, I know. Shame. Me, a women of 23 years old going out and about? How dare she! She must be a slave to her children at all times. I think most people forget that even though someone has kids, we still have feelings. After all we are human. My kids are everything to me, I have given them my life since I was 17. So, when the opportunity presents itself, I do enjoy my 0.01% of what I call "adult time"

As I mentioned in a previous paragraph; I have a tendency to get bored easily with hobbies. I recognize that switching between so many things is sort of unhealthy. Definitely can agree it is a nuisance, but my my my. I have learned a lot. Well, a lot of useless information hahaha. There is one thing I always come back to, nevermind. Make that two things. Reading tarot, and writing. For as long as I can remember I have done both. Way back, in elementary school I used to sneak divination books from the library. When it comes to tarot, I guess I could say it is a passion. Is that even possible?

Writing, writing is my love. I always said that I would write a book of sorts, and from that I would become famous. Now the onlook is different, but I still continue to write small stories. Maybe one day, I will write a book . So I can at least say I kept a promise to the child I once was. Who knows? I may use this blog as grounds for a book. My life can be eventful-not always in a positive manner-but eventful nevertheless.

We all have our trauma, our backstory. I've had my fair share-and then some- of messed up things happening. More so when I was a young child, I plan on getting more detailed about that much later in my posts. As for now, just know things were not easy for me growing up. Not easy at all.

So, I think I covered the basics of my introduction. It's scattered around a bit but it's there. As time goes on I plan on getting more detailed about things, with specific stories and what not. Anyway, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading this, and was able to make sense of the scattered tid bits of information. Please feel free to follow me, and together we can go through this journey of me-discovering myself along with developing my writing skills.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Lefty

“You go in first.”

Quirking an eyebrow at your husband for his breach of Going Out With the Team SOP, you nevertheless obey the directive, scooting as elegantly as you can along the plush bench of the booth until your left shoulder meets the wall. Aaron follows after you, his leg pressed against yours, left hand coming to rest possessively on your knee, the cool metal of his watch sending an involuntary shiver up your spine as the rest of the team files in behind him. Squeezing your knee, he presses his lips against the shell of your ear and murmurs, “Cold?”

You shake your head in response, tapping the face of his watch, “Just gave me a start, that’s all.”

He hums in acknowledgment before turning his attention to the approaching waitress, your drink order flowing easily from his lips after a number of years together.

“Switching things up tonight?” JJ asks with a nod at your seating arrangement.

You simply shrug and incline your head towards Aaron in response. He shares a knowing look with Emily, the ghost of a smirk flirting over your husband’s handsome features which sends a shock of heat to your lower body.

“Aar?” you ever so gently tug on his tie to grab his attention.

“Hm?”

“How come I’m in the corner tonight?”

“Because I can hold a drink in my right hand,” he offers cryptically, not really answering your question.

You’ve sat in the same unofficially assigned lineup for years now: Hotch, then Mrs. Hotch- a nickname that Spencer nervously blurted out when he caught you on your husband’s lap in his office (it was initially weaponized for Derek’s teasing but ultimately stuck)- then Emily, Penelope, Derek, JJ, Spencer, and Dave. Being the only left-handed individual at the table, your unwaveringly considerate husband always opted to take the corner spot so that he wouldn’t bump into any of you during dinner.

Except here you were out for drinks, not dinner, his dominant hand on your knee surreptitiously inching up your leg.

You grab his wrist sharply as the flat of his palm makes contact with the pillow of your thigh, just below the hem of your dress. He begins kneading your flesh softly and you relax into the cushion behind you, satisfied that he won’t dare to play this game with a team of expert profilers within sight line and earshot. The waitress returns with your drinks and you take a hearty sip of your martini, not realizing how warm you had grown from your lover’s seemingly innocent touches.

Aaron nonchalantly picks up his drink, two fingers of amber liquid on the rocks, indulging for once since the BAU had closed a particularly perplexing case. His large hand dwarfs the glass, an observation that has saliva involuntarily pooling in your mouth. He raises the glass to his lips to take a sip before continuing an animated story about an agent he ran into on his morning bike ride through the park, his index finger absentmindedly tapping against its crystalline curves.

Your breath hitches in your throat as, hidden from the rest of his team, his middle finger mimics the repetitive movement against the thin fabric of your panties just barely covering your entrance.

Squeezing the stem of your martini glass between your fingers, you down the rest of your beverage and cross your legs, effectively trapping your husband’s hand between your thighs and putting a damper on his plans.

He pinches the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you reflexively bump your knee against the table as you pull your leg away from the offensive stimulus, crying out a sharp “Ow!”

“Are you alright, my love?” he coos, brows drawn together in apparent concern as his fingers dip below your panties and between your folds.

“I’m-” your breath hitches as he suddenly slides his middle finger knuckle deep in your pussy. “Fine,” you rasp out with a smile, hurriedly gulping down the remainder of his scotch to muffle a moan.

“That scotch has been aging longer than you’ve been alive,” Dave gently chides you with a fatherly smile.

“You’re meant to savor every drop, sweetie,” Aaron tacks on with a smirk, torturously dragging his finger against your walls as you flutter around him.

“So get me another one,” you simper, biting back a moan as he picks up on your double entendre and slips another finger inside you.

Another martini magically appears in front of you and you appreciatively smile up at your waitress, a faint blush decorating your face as Aaron keeps up his unrelenting ministrations, hoping that his friends will attribute your flushed cheeks to the alcohol flowing through your veins. Always attentive to your needs, he asks if you’re enjoying your drink in response to which you purr, “It’s perfect, Aaron.”

There’s no way his team is oblivious to what’s occurring at your end of the table, but then your husband is curling his fingers just right and the alcohol is numbing your rational thoughts and that familiar coil is tightening in your lower belly and you just can’t bring yourself to care. Aaron applies gentle pressure to your clit with the heel of his hand, expertly reading your body language and knowing that you need a final push to tumble over the edge. You dig your nails into his muscular thigh as your orgasm washes over you, trying and failing to keep quiet, instead settling for an “Oh my god, I love this song!”

“Then we should go dance,” Penelope suggests with a squeal, not one to squander an opportunity to let loose with her favorite girls.

“Oh, I don’t know if I could right now,” you laugh softly, inclining your chin towards the empty glasses in front of you and carefully extracting your talons from your husband’s leg.

“C’mon, Y/N, you can’t say no to Garcia,” Emily smirks, her eyes flashing with a challenge as yours widen at the thought of standing up in your present state.

“Go ahead, honey, we’ll get out of your way,” Aaron offers smoothly, delicately sliding your essence back up your thighs before replacing your panties with a gentle pat. The men of the BAU ease out of the booth to allow you space to escape, Aaron quietly excusing himself to use the restroom.

You spot him at the bar as the song ends, leaning against the granite to speak to the bartender. Sidling up to him, you smile gratefully as he slides a glass of ice-cold water your way with a knowing smirk. “I can’t believe you actually just did that,” you giggle around your straw, the combination of alcohol and post-orgasm bliss pushing you past the point of tipsy into drunk territory.

He cups your cheek with his large left hand and bends down to press a kiss against your lips, murmuring, “You can thank Emily for that one.”

Turning your head to kiss his wedding ring, you quip, “I know that I’m drunk right now, but I’m fairly sure that was all you.”

“She made a crack earlier about right handed dominance, so I had to prove her wrong.”

Sensing an opportunity, you tilt your head back and forth, drawing out a “Well…” He fixes you with a sharp look and you smile easily in response. “All I’m saying,” you placate with a squeeze of his bicep, “is we should perform a controlled experiment to settle the debate once and for all.”

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