#cal is talking

[juryofno]

hey I'm back with my awful mystreet hcs

so zane. right. I have an overall hc for him that he's blind in one eye, mostly if not entirely, maybe what little light or shapes he can see in that eye actually throw off the depth perception in the other and that's why he covers it.

the forever potions from s4 have a lot of specific eye stuff, so I hc that while zane was under the influence of his, it... fixed his eye. he could see out of both of them, for the first time since he was a kid. it went away when the potion was reversed, but it still happened, and for days afterwards he was stumbling and struggling with his depth perception until he got used to it again. he doesn't know why it happened, and lucinda might but he never asked. he never told anyone.

sometimes he wakes up at night so sure that if he moves his hair away from his eye he'll be able to see perfectly, that he's under again. he has to stare at himself in the mirror his full, distorted field of vision for a long time before he can go back to sleep.

[treasure-goblin]

Ok, here we go.

If this post gets 5k notes, I'll actually start sending the resources I've been saving on autism/adhd to my parents and ask about going back to therapy.

Edit: ok, 5k for sending resources, 10k for therapy because 1) yall are too fast, and 2) I'm terrified of asking.

[th1nblogs]

things to do instead of eating 🌞~

work on your appearance (shave, wash your face, etc)

stare at your body in a mirror 😬

do something creative

go for a walk

play with/train/groom your pet

redecorate your living space

internet deep dive

sleep :3

read a book

write down all of the reasons you want to ⭐️ve

stretch / yoga

play a game

online shop for skeeny clothes

download random apps

research the benefits of fast1ng

collect low c4l recipes

go get a piercing or tattoo

deep clean something you don’t clean often (fridge air filters and dryer lint vents are a good place to start and you can save on your electric bill!)

clean out your car

hang out with friends

study/do home work (if you’re in school ofc)

bake / cook for someone else

watch a movie

research future hair/nail/eyelash (etc) ideas to get as a WL reward

try a new hair style

daydream 🤤

remember why you’re doing this!!🩷

[calnoc]

hey, maybe forcibly feminizing pro athletes on the internet will make you feel better

[rayhalloffame]

!NSFW! Minors DNI***

Older boyfriend art picking you up from the bar when you’re drunk mhm mhm

He’s watching you stumble toward the parking lot, head tucked into your phone in what looks like following directions to where his phone is pinging his location. Normally he’d scold you for not being aware of your surroundings, but he’s got his eye on you and is amused, so he’ll let it slide.

He’s leaning against the hood of his truck, arms crossed over his chest and mouth tilted in a grin. When you can see the proximity on your screen you look up, about to scan your surroundings but he’s right in front of you. Your face breaks out into a large smile and art is helpless but to reciprocate.

You shuffle the rest of the distance, falling against him when his arms unfold and come around you. “Hi, baby,” you greet, looking up at him through your heavy lids. You pucker your lips up at him, humming against his mouth when he leans down to meet you.

He moves a hand to push your hair back from your face. “Hi, angel. Did you have fun?” He chuckles when you ignore him, leaning up on your tippy toes insisting he give you more kisses. He indulges you, as he always does, until you’re pushing your hips against him. He halts your movements with a squeeze to your waist. “Behave,” he chides, inches from your face. It makes you want to challenge him but he’s already steering you towards the passenger door.

He buckles your seat belt when you’re in the car, kissing the side of your neck when he leans. His hand is on your thigh the minute he has himself buckled into the driver’s seat and shifts into gear. The warmness of his palm on your bare thigh makes you squeeze your legs together.

You gaze over at him while he drives, the perfect angles of his face, the tightness of the gray sweatshirt over his chest, the veins protruding from his hand gripping the wheel. You become overwhelmed. “You’re so beautiful,” you say dreamily. You reach out to trace across his jaw with your fingers.

It makes the corner of his mouth twitch. He moves his hand from your thigh to grasp yours, pulls your intwined fingers to his lips and presses a soft kiss. “Thank you, baby,” he says, words drawn out and saccharine sweet. The rest of the ride home you’re squirming in your seat, the effects of the alcohol making it almost impossible to keep your hands to yourself. Your hand is so close to his mouth, you have to stop yourself from sticking your fingers inside to rest against his tongue.

You do, however, follow those impulses the minute you’re through the front door. Art is surprised to have the pads of two of your fingers exploring the inside of his mouth, but he allows it, licks and sucks.

You draw in a drunken breath, whisper almost so quiet that he strains to hear. “Need your tongue.” He pulls your wrist so your fingers pop out of his mouth and he seeks for your lips. He has a hand on your ass pressing you against him. You’re kissing him so sloppily he has to chase your tongue that seems to run outside the boundaries of his lips. A hand at the back of your skull keeps you where he wants you.

He guides you back until the backs of your knees brush the couch, falling into a sit. Art gets on his knees in front of you, pulls your heels off and kisses each ankle. He kisses a path up your calves, knees, inner thighs. He licks the flat of his hot tongue up your sopping center, right over your thong.

“Naughty,” he says, pressing a thumb to your clothed clit and you whine. “Your skirt is so short I bet everyone in that bar was trying to get a look at you under here.” He pulls your panties to the side, strokes his thumb between your folds. You whimper about wanting him, needing him, and he dives in.

His large hands are holding your thighs apart while he eats you. His tongue circles your clit, fucks into your opening right where you need him. He adds a finger and then two, pumping into your cunt rapidly. You’re keening, rambling, making no sense. He flicks his tongue rapidly against you, looking up at the way your eyes scrunch with the focus of reaching your release.

It takes him a second to hear you begging to kiss him. You’re so loud now, you could be blubbering. He keeps pace with his fingers but he does come to a tall kneel in front of you. Your mascara has started to run. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he beckons. You push yourself toward him, hunching forward so you can lick into his mouth in desperation.

You hold your foreheads together when focusing on the coordination of your tongue becomes too tedious. You have a grip on the back of his neck. You’re grunting into his face with the rhythm of his fingers. He’s pumping one, two, three more times before you let go. Art talks your through it, all “yeah, give it to me” and “gone all dumb on my fingers”. He kisses your slack mouth, then pulls himself from your grasp to dip down and taste you. He smirks in satisfaction when you hiss at the overstimulation.

Then he’s standing, sitting next to you and unbuckling his pants. He’s going to have you ride him until your legs grow exhausted, already weak from dancing and cumming on his fingers. And then he’s going to make you cum again.

[mikichko]

respect my man soap and remember he’s 6’2 and buff as hell

[stealingpotatoes]

i accidentally created the best possible pfp + status combo

[phoenixyfriend]

STAR WARS PREQUELS BALLET AU

Anakin does ballet, and Aayla is the prima, they end up as leads most of the time.

Obi-Wan is a teacher, obviously, but still dresses like a close to a philosophy professor as possible.

Padme is primarily ballroom, both competitive and teaching, but she's at the same studio as the rest of them. It's a shared space they trade off in schedules, so she runs into Anakin sometimes and they hit it off.

Ahsoka does swing. She and Rex are on a competition circuit, but they also take hip-hop and breaking classes with Aayla, who recently went from senior student under Quinlan to an actual teacher herself.

Mostly though, I'm imagining Anakin and Aayla at barre, gossiping as they stretch and wait for their classmates. Ridiculous Dancer Warm-Up Fashion included.

Alas, it's very much an AU that's suited to art rather than fic.

Obi-Wan teaching a youth class with 11yo Reva and 13yo Kanan and Cal...

(Also I keep imagining 37yo Obi-Wan having a cane here. Lots of injuries a dancer could have, I'm thinking ACL.)

[apt502-if]

IM CRYYING 😭😭 MC and Cal are canonically the "I wish I had met you first" trope

Cal panicked and had to divert the situation ASAP the thought 100% kept them up the entire night 😭

[neuvifuri]

tighnari to kaveh at alhaitham’s birthday dinner

[juryofno]

tonight, thinking about the fact that in mystreet both zane and garroth got mind controlled, and on different occasions were both forced to watch their brother become someone unrecognisable, someone who wanted them dead.

[treasure-goblin]

Links parents spelling his name like Leighinck

[americanredrum]

NIKACADO AVOCADO LOST ALL HIS WEIGHT BEFORE ME??!??!?!??!!??

[calnoc]

thought this would be fun

[rayhalloffame]

when art said serve he meant face

[trcelyneart]

Relaxing for a few minutes in Geoponics