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[sir20]

Fuerteventura by sir20

[barcameowski]

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 ⁻ pedri

pairing: pedri x reader , charles leclerc (ex) x reader

face claim: alexandra saint mleux

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user3: that looks like pedris head…

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user15: I feel like 20 different emotions right now

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user20: it’s a bittersweet feeling

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user2: the first photo !!!

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user5: I wanna see them post together for once

user6: I have hope that this relationship is pr

user7: is she like a nepo baby or smth?

user8: charles seen (once again) throwing a fit

user9: charles new rebound coming soon

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user14: i just puked from crying so hard

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user16: I wish I could support this relationship but I’m still grieving

⇝ user17: chill it ain’t even confirmed homie 😀

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[tu-es-gegg]

i love when people sometimes comment on the qsmp's inherent sillyness that goes hand in hand with the horrors, tbh its kinda a prevalent thing in a lot of minecraft smps

like with the nature of minecraft roleplay, its most often a tragicomedy, where both the amusements and the disasters mix together, subsequently strengthen each other, and there are multiple instances of this that span at most a very large chunk of popular minecraft series

obviously there has to be comedy, these are created by content creators who want to have fun and that fun involves dicking around, and you cant really not have a comedic sequence with little cubitos in a colorful world

but theres also solely tragedy focused series too, like in old school machinimas with darker palette texture packs, or even recent series that play out like death games between players, where the seriousness of their situations always lie heavy, people enjoy when the stakes are treated with solemnity

tragedy and comedy can exist seperate, adn they can still be enjoyable.

but theres something always more compelling about ctommy making a joke about ctubbo being in a box and only a few weeks later his best friend is murdered senselessly in a blackstone box in front of his eyes

theres something always more fun to think of when the hilarity of jimmy solidarity in life series always getting out last, and the small hint of sadness in double life when the ranchers get out together, when its all over and their fate is sealed, the curse of being the canary in the coal mine stays no matter how intentional it is

theres something more when in tandem with the goofs that the people share on quesadilla island from the strip club to the mines to the kids, there's the overwhelming presence of an terrors that threaten their peaceful way of life, and yet they persist on together as one big family

its stuff like this that makes me love minecraft series as a whole honestly

[atla-confessions]

Im about to piss a lot of people off but yea, Aang is kind of mediocre. Even as a grown up he plays to much and doesn't like to be serious and I get that's why people like him but that means he doesn't stack up against the other avatars. Kuruk fought spirits, Yangchen had her Black Canary technique, Kyoshi split off and created an island and Korra was the first metalbending avatar and brought back the airbenders.

Meanwhile Aang met a magical turtle and got hit by a rock. Married the worlds best healer and couldn't heal. Was best friends with the creator of metalbending and couldn't do it. Seriously??? Why do him dirty like that?

[fatehbaz]

Occupying an interstitial position between different continents [...], [t]his position as a space-between-spaces makes the Maghrib a hub [...]. [I]nvestigate the location of the Maghrib beyond the dominant binary of Arab vs. Francophone, the much-critiqued idea of the Sahara as a barrier, or the assumption of the Maghrib as an insular space. [...] [T]he Maghrib was a revolutionary concept [...]. [T]he idea of the Maghrib was rooted in anticolonial thought, one which the machinations of colonial power and exigencies of postcolonial state building and border disagreements have stalled ever since. [...]

Tamazgha -- as indigenous Amazigh activists have chosen to call North Africa since the 1990s -- was populated by Amazigh populations of Christian and Jewish faiths. [...] These dynamics, however, neither eliminated Amazigh language and culture nor drove out the sizable Jewish populations that shared this Judeo-Islamic space. Rather, it was nineteenth- and twentieth-century European colonialism [...]. Governments have either entirely silenced Amazigh language and culture, as was the case in Libya and Tunisia, or actively repressed them, as was the case in Algeria and Morocco.

Nevertheless, a vibrant Amazigh Cultural Movement (ACM) has struggled to re-Amazighize the Maghrib by inventing traditions and refiguring toponymies.

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Tamazgha, which this ACM defines as extending from the Siwa Oasis in Egypt to the Canary Islands in the Atlantic Ocean, has replaced both “North Africa” and “the Maghrib” in activist nomenclature.

Activists have thus reinscribed this consciousness of “al-dath al-amazighiyya” (the Amazigh self/subjectivity) in public spaces as well as in the markers of Maghribi geographies.

Gone are the days when Amazigh people could be simply erased from the cartography of their native lands. Tamazight has acquired a constitutional status in Morocco and an official one in Algeria. Its speakers are working to have it recognized in Libya and Tunisia. [...]

The ubiquity of the Tifinagh alphabet (the Tamazight script) and the proliferation of Tamazight literary and audiovisual production has created a new cultural reality. Across short stories, novels, film, and music, Amazigh creators are reinventing the Maghrib and reconciling it with its indigenous past. [...]

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The rise of taskla Tamazight (Amazigh literature) and cultural production is the single most transformative literary development in the last thirty years of the Tamazghan intellectual movement. [...] Amazigh cultural producers are not just rehabilitating their mother tongue. They also rehabilitate an erased geography, a sense of indigeneity, and the relation-ship between space and people.

Shamal Iiriqiyya (North Africa in Arabic), Afrique du Nord (North Africa in French), or the Maghrib, are geographical and political appellations superimposed on the region [...]. Alternatively, Tamazgha is a politically conscious name that is from the same root as Tamazight.

Tamazgha means the land of the indigenous Imazighen, which reconfigures space, revisits history, and questions accepted toponymies. [...]

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The plurality of the Maghrib and its multilingualism will undoubtably acquire a different meaning when we read them from the perspective of indigenous authors in Amazigh languages. Immersion in the discourses of the ACM reveals [...] foundational ideas like le Maghrib pluriel (the plural Maghrib) [...]. These organizations seeded and then advocated the idea of “al-wahda fi al-tannawwu‘” (unity in diversity). [...]

Whether it is Algerian Kabyle musician Idir, the Moroccan band Izenzaren (Sun Rays), or Malian Tuareg band Tinariwin (Deserts), Amazigh melodies and poetry travel, cross boundaries, and reconnect Imazighen across the globe.

This “traveling Tamazgha” complicates the Maghrib’s location and invites a constant mapping and remapping of the space and its aesthetics.

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Text by: Brahim El Guabli. ”Where is the Maghreb? Theorizing a Liminal Space.” Arab Studies Journal Vol. XXIX, No. 2. Fall 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[ancient-names-pt-i]

other dunmeshi ocs i need to design:

tyvswift - 3rd party member who joins jesper and siremun in exploring the islands dungeon

maren - jespers mother/creator/lord. its complicated

kaeseril - canary. undecided if shes a prisoner or warden yet

[bigbysinterposinghand]

man i gotta explain the hand

OKAY. THE HAND. ALSO KNOWN AS HYPERVIUS.

he's an eldritch entity that acts as a sort of self insert type character, where he represents the relationship between an artist and what they create. he does this in various ways and connects with various aspects od his creations differently.

hypervius is the eldritch creator of most of my settings. this includes my modern fantasy utopia (oasis), my high fantasy d&d setting (qizmarrion), my collaborative minecraft setting (craline), and various other settings in things that i write- even things like my animal crossing island (hypervia) are somehow related to hypervius.

he has a few recurring symbols, namely a hand insignia, but also various things associated to him. these things include doors, blue canaries, cats, and, of course, hands.

[raging-guanche]

hi I am someone with canary islander ancestry, due to my country having a big canarian migration and many dna tests were able to confirm my dna to Canary Islands was the strongest and as well I was able to trace back canarian people in my family but I have Taíno Ancestry as well & I wanna reconnect but at the same time I feel like I would putting my Taino ancestors & reconnection down. I wanna embrace both Taino and Guanche ancestors, any tips?

helloo! frist of all, congrats on having such beautiful cultures!

as a guy from gran canaria, some of my tips to reconnecting to your canarian culture could be;

-try to know wich island you're from, some parts of the culture and language may change, im gran canaria-tenerife mix so i say roscas and cotufas interchangeably lol

-DONT watch videos about the islands made by spanish people, they tend to exotize everything and only talk about "sun food beer yippie" and not our actual culture, enrique reina is kne pf my favorite amazigh content creators who does videos about guanche history

-food is a big part of our culture, try some classic as rancho, mojo, papas arrugadas

-read about Secundino Delgado, being yourself a child of canarian immigrants it may be even more important

-read about of myths and rituals (Mumification, myths like Acoran, Chiaxiraxi, Guayota...), handrafting (naifes, pintaderas) or our architecture

-talkbto other canarian/guanches, if you need a pal im here:)

hope this helps, don't doubt reaching again!!

[mybookplacenet]

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Waiting for the virgen in La Graciosa (Lanzarote)

[sir20]

Black Beach, Fuerteventura by sir20

[spite-and-waffles]

A meta analysis on Oliver Queen written in Feb 2008 on Livejournal.

Workshop: "Writing Green Arrow (Oliver Queen)" by Merfilly

Just a quick warning to anyone reading this looking for current canon...while I may touch it, I have a disagreement with both Green Arrow: Year One and Green Arrow/Black Canary. In many ways, the character I have seen since Winick took on the book has been touch and go with his history. It happens, and is very easily explained, considering Winick's tour is post-resurrection. Death, if anything, should have a right to change a man.

Introducing...

Car. Plane. Gadget for every gimmick, gimmick for every trap. Sidekick. Costume. Rich lifestyle, with a need to do good.

Cool your bat-jets, folks...that's really Green Arrow I'm talking about.

He made his debut in More Fun Comics, back in November 1941. He ran in the book from issue 73 to issue 107, after which the superheroes of the title moved over to Adventure Comics instead. Creators Mort Weisinger and George Papp defined him, and opened the door for years of comparison to Batman almost from day one.

Like Batman, Green Arrow is merely human. He has, since the first days, relied on the use of a bow and arrow, employing several 'trick' arrows, arrows that ranged from a boxing glove to a cryogenic arrow. All of which, it should be noted, he invented himself. He might have been following in Bruce's shadow, but he had the brains to do it with, a facet that is sometimes, sadly, lost.

It's worth noting that Green Arrow began with his sidekick, Speedy. As storytelling progressed, it was decided GA had been active before Roy came along, but we had to wait quite some time to learn their separate origins.

Historical data

Oliver's history has been victim to subtle retcons over the years, but the gist is still the same...and made it mostly intact onto Smallville. He's the millionaire heir to Queen Industries, his parents having died when he was young, and he wound up playing Robinson Crusoe on his very own castaway island without a volleyball for a best friend.

To survive, he drew on his resourcefulness, made himself a bow and some arrows to hunt. Then there is conflict (pirates, hippies, drugrunners...take your pick) and he escapes back to civilization a much changed-man who chafes at the injustice of the world. He picks up the inspiration of Robin Hood, and soon becomes the latest of the costumed crowd to run amok on the bank robbers and kidnappers.

Pre-Crisis on Infinite Earths, Green Arrow was the much younger lover of Black Canary, the man she left her world, that of the JSA, for. Arrow's involvement in the League was argued as reasons to bar her from joining, by Hawkman, whose own girlfriend had been refused, but it was argued right back that Canary did not overlap her boyfriend's powers. Just goes to show the sexism there, as Ollie most certainly overlapped the other rich boy on the League.

Post-COIE, though, paints us a new story. One of a man behind the scenes at first, willing to avoid the limelight of financing the League, and taking his time showing just who he was to the five founders. The fact he already had Speedy with him in his first meeting with the League is a subtle retcon of the DC universe as a whole...between the two Crisis events, Speedy, not Robin, is the first sidekick, a factor often ignored or tossed aside on the thought that Robin was already running around in Gotham, just not worldwide. Ollie did eventually get invited to be the sixth member of the League.

According to the Black Canary mini series, we now have a new history of Ollie with the League. Both of them were 'rookies' when Batman is already established on the team...and that rings poor when every Bat-fan knows how long it took the League to convince the Bat to be on the League even unofficially, let alone a deciding member. It's also not holding up within DC continuity, as there have been other titles to suggest Oliver's place as the sixth member remains secure.

Speaking from his own book, Ollie came back to his wealth from that island, and balanced corporate heir with do-gooding, as well as raising a thirteen year old boy who was full of hero worship for him. It really wasn't enough to hold the character up in the light though.

So they stripped him of his money, his company, and eventually, his ward. They got a liberal man-for-the-people hero that Batman had never been, and that grittier image stuck hard. Long before Miller repainted our other rich-boy-with-issues, we had Oliver Queen penniless, learning what America really was in a hard hitting look at normal life, and finding out his teenage ward was a junkie.

Mike Grell took what Denny O'Neill had begun and got DC to give him the character for a Mature, No-Powers book. We got an Ollie who killed, who contemplated real-world issues, aged, and who otherwise showed every flaw and merit in close, graphic detail.

With lots of pretty, naked him and Dinah.

Those flaws started adding up too quickly. The long-time relationship with Dinah Lance (now the younger of the pair) came to an end in the face of infidelities and long absences, setting Ollie on what can only be termed a self-destructive spiral. He toured the world, looking for his place in it, trying to forget the woman who he'd driven away.

And met his son. Connor Hawke. Originally, he had no idea who the kid was. Met him in the ashram he had sought out for meditations, and they grew uneasily into friendship. Connor knew, but Ollie did not for a long time.

Then this nasty thing happened. Actually, it began around the time Dinah had left him. It was when Superman died and was reborn, because right around then, his absolute best friend forever, Hal Jordan, went bug-screwy-nuts.

Considering GA and GL had just had an adventure the issue before the one where this happened, is enough to make my fan-teeth itch. See the Hal Essay and you might know why I have issues with the handling. That Oliver Queen was not more involved in efforts to save Hal from himself is the rest of my grievance, given their canon near-inseparability since the 70s.

Eventually the bug-screwy-nuts Hal decided to remake the universe into the multiverse and undo the sacrifice of his other best friend, Barry Allen. This didn't set well with Ollie in the least, and when he had to, he fired what he believed to be a lethal arrow.

That, fellow fen, is when Oliver Queen died, in my own brain. The issues following Zero Hour were a meltdown that would eventually (not so long, as Supes still had the long hair) lead to his death in his own title, saving Metropolis from devastation with Superman right there.

Why'd he have to die, then, if Supes was on deck? Because Oliver Queen chose to die, rather than sacrifice being Green Arrow. The only way out of the plane, rigged with a dead man's switch and armed as a bomb, was to let Superman take his arm off.

Ollie let go of the switch instead.

Fast forward a little bit. Hal Jordan gets kicked in the conscience by Kyle, the baby Lantern. Comes home and saves the solar system...but does one selfish act before he does it at the cost of his life. He resurrects Oliver Queen, but with amnesia and from about 'ten years' (DC time) in the past.

Final Night was published in 1996.

Green Arrow relaunched in 2001 to explain the details of the resurrection. Five years, folks, between setting up his return and actually doing it. Why? Because Kevin Smith wanted the title, and was tied up forever. The Green Arrow title had come to an end, even with Connor Hawke as the Emerald Archer in 1998.

With the relaunch, came retcons. Minor ones, to start, and a return to old favorites. Connor and Ollie getting to know each other was written in great fashion. A new Speedy, this time a girl. Dinah/Ollie goodness. Roy and Ollie finding new ground with each other. Shifts in everything.

Personality and Interactions

Over all, Ollie's a charmer. He's a witty man, with good looks, and charisma. If you look at him in the Golden Age, he comes off as patronizing toward Roy on a lot of occasions, but no worse, normally, than Bruce toward Dick. By the Silver Age, his appearances were focused more on the League and Dinah Drake Lance, the widow from that other world, who was older and wiser than him in a lot of ways. By the modern age, he was still given to words like 'kiddo' (his most endearing poke at the fact he was the elder of post COIE Canary/Arrow), but had developed a more guarded personality. Never as closed off as the Bat became, he was less trusting in the Grell book, a facet Dixon and other writers made use of in the 25 issues that led to his death following Grell's departure.

Since Ollie's return...especially OYL, he's been presented as a man who looked in a mirror darkly and didn't really like what he saw reflecting back at him. He's more mature than he was during the 80s, less grim than he was in much of the 90s. Family, first and foremost, seems to drive him. He's still a charmer...but he's got to have a reason to charm you.

Top of my head, the people who rank high in his life are Hal Jordan, Roy Harper, Dinah Lance, Mia Dearden, and Connor Hawke. Hal's still his best friend, and Dinah...regardless of how you feel about it, is his canon wife right now. Connor is the son he never had a chance to know, and Mia is the girl he's bound and determined to do right by. As far as Roy goes...they've gotten over a lot of the pain and seem to have actually fallen into a true father/son vibe that is very far from the buddy pair they were in the golden age.

Other notables of his life have included Bonnie King, aka Miss Arrowette. According to a throwaway panel in a Young Justice Comic, and a lot of fanon, Cissie King-Jones (Arrowette) may be his illegitimate daughter. Bonnie was a Star City heroine captivated by the Archer. Eddie Fyres is a notable ally/antagonist of the Grell era, being a CIA spook who got Ollie in deep trouble. Repeatedly. And who then later looked over Connor closely.

Possibly the most complicated relationship to dwell on is Shado, the Yakuza bow-mistress who raped Oliver in the throes of a fever, and conceived his son, Robert. (Forgive me, but I fail to recall Robert's Japanese name, revealed in the Connor Hawke Miniseries.) Ollie is very torn by her, between attraction, fascination, and betrayal.

Other portrayals

Green Arrow in Justice League Unlimited, like most of the animated heroes, is a much more 'white hat' character. He gave up his company after the Bat invited him to the League and talked him into staying...or after he laid eyes on a Pretty Bird, at least. He's still got issues somewhere, as evidenced by Speedy's brusque comments his way in one episode's cameo, but he's got the real feel of a Knight in Shining Armor...no offense, Sir Justin.

Oliver Queen on Smallville came about after a long, losing battle to get Bruce Wayne allowed. And, no offense, Bat fans, I think the options available to Oliver Queen make more sense for him than they would have for Bruce. He's got murdered parents and a thirst for vengeance when we first meet him. He's robbing the rich (Lex's pals), and using the proceeds for justice...or in theory, anyhow. He's far more wiling to go to violent measures than Bruce is typically portrayed as willing to do. He's a CEO of his company, and he's slowly building this motley band of heroes who may one day be the Justice League....

He only enjoyed one appearance on SuperFriends, alas...

Questions? Recommended authors

I've tried to keep this brief. I'd be glad to handle questions in comments though.

If you really want good portrayals of Oliver Queen, I beg you to go look at gottaluvit123's fic. I tend to live in awe of her Oliver. greeneyelove also handles him quite nicely.

Brad Meltzer introduced the first of the retcons that really impacted the way Ollie is handled to date. He let it be written in that Oliver Queen had known about his son from the beginning. This seems to directly contradict everything Connor Hawke's creator intended (Chuck Dixon, folks...man seemed to hate Roy Harper, but gave us a great character in the form of Connor). And it made Ollie into a form of coward and heel he'd never really been depicted as.

Judd Winick finished the job begun in undermining Oliver's sense of noble character that had been semi-regained in his rebirth. Though Dinah had slapped a still pretty much amnesiac (soulless, actually, and lacking a decade of experience) Oliver with the events that destroyed them, the two had hit it off fairly well. Within the first arc Winick wrote, Oliver Queen cheated on the woman of his dreams, reducing him back to where he'd been in issue 75 of the prior series. He lost Dinah...a fact that would not be made clear for over a year's worth of publication.

And then comes Identity Crisis and Infinite Crisis and One Year Later, and we've been force-fed a very abrupt reunion in that relationship, a mayorship that must have been bought, and a lot of other changes, including the coma and kidnapping of his son...who he quit looking for, supposedly, because he found a sidekick.

You might say I'm bitter, looking at that summary of the past few years of canon.

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[yeojaa]

stay gold.

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  blond!jk being a good boy?  idk.  that’s literally it.  wc. 3k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif​, ofc.  author note.  this was meant to be pwp but i cannot shut up so here is this mess that is neither pwp nor something with a legit plotline. 🤠 blame blondie.

Having a content creator boyfriend is fun.  Usually.

You get to go on cool trips, he gives you all of the random shit his sponsors send him, and you get to preen like a cat that ate the canary when his DMs blow up with hundreds of messages.  

Sure, there are the downsides.  All his stupid pranks - the ones that piss you off when you’re trying to do your makeup, the ones that have him dunking ice cubes on you while you’re in the middle of a shower - and his perpetual recording, camera glued to his hand and if not that, then his phone.  There are the rude comments - the oh, that’s his girlfriend? He could do better was a common one - and the long hours he spends editing, holed away in his office;  the beyond inappropriate packages he gets in the mail, thongs and other things that he immediately tosses away with a reassuring tilt of his pretty head.

You don’t mind it though.  He enjoys it, thrives on it, and you’re there to support him.

But you’d never expected this.

This Adonis standing in the doorway, freshly styled strands pushed back from his forehead, glimmering gold falling across his eyes.  He looks, for lack of a better word, unreal.

(You’re not often speechless.  Can’t be, when you’re dating someone like Jeon Jungkook and everything he does either makes you laugh or infuriates you.  Boring isn’t a part of his vocabulary and you’ve learnt to keep up with his antics over the years.)

(Still, this comes close, stealing all the air from your lungs.)

“Hey, baby.”  It’s his usual greeting, offered without hesitation as he crosses the threshold and tosses his keys into the catch-all by the door.  Kicks off his chunky sneakers and peels his sweater over his head, effectively tousling the tawny threads.

He’s so handsome it’s outright disgusting, leaving you gaping up at him from your post on the couch.  Gives you very little to work with as he shimmies down the hall, grabs an apple off the kitchen island, and then not-so-gracefully plops himself down beside you.  

You still haven’t found your words by the time he takes two gigantic bites, flesh crunching between his teeth, big doe eyes sparkling like he’s stepped right out of a Disney film.

“D’you like it?”  

Did you?  Well, obviously.

You’ve never imagined Jungkook blond.  He’d gone through a phase in college, colours of the rainbow rotating through the ends of his hair.  Brown, red, orange, blue.  You’d loved each hue but this was something else entirely.  (Different even from the two months he’d spent as full-on ginger, committing far too hard to his Haikyuu!! Halloween costume.)

This version of him is steeped in some twisted fantasy, a dream crafted by years of bedtime stories and happily ever afters.  It screams Prince Charming and has you reaching for him before you know what you’re doing, threading fingers through the surprisingly soft silk that curls over his ears and looks so lovely next to the silver of his piercings.  

You mean to be gentle, to comb delicately through flax but fuck.  He looks so good you want to devour him.  (You can only imagine your face - a lovesick puppy brought home from the pound.)

There’s still apple in his mouth, juice tracking down his chin because you’re really making it quite hard for him to chew when you’ve got him like this, two hands on either side of his face, holding him in place.  Inspecting him like a piece of meat as he peers at you, deceptively innocent and amused.  “That’s a yes?”  

An answer comes in the form of a kiss, of limbs rearranging and settling directly into his lap.  Knees wide, chest to chest, you can’t even be bothered by the sickly sticky feel of his skin, the way his hands are too cold to be creeping up beneath the hem of your - his - shirt.

(Where had he put the apple?  You know it’s not finished, two bites in and left to roll all over the rug.  You’ll give him shit for that later, when you’re not so distracted.)

“You look like Barbie,”  you mumble against his lips, into the warmth of his mouth.  You ignore the way he laughs, swallowing it down with a pass of your tongue and too much spit swapped, a string of saliva caught between you when you come up for air. 

Somehow, you’re still lightheaded, all your thoughts framed into the familiar silhouette of the boy beneath you.  Cherry red lips - your fault, from all your biting and teasing and the balm you’d applied earlier - and blond hair.  Who would’ve known that was your weakness?

(Deep down, you know Jungkook as a whole is the issue.  That it’s your stupid handsome boyfriend with his lopsided smile and bunny teeth, dimples and that scar on his cheek.  This is just a new layer to be explored, another reason you love him added to the Jungkook Best Boy jar that sits front and centre in your mind’s eye.)

“Don’t say that,”  he groans, equal parts reproach and affection, palms resting where they belong, nestled over your spine.  Long fingers toy with the soft cotton of your thong, brushing over the seamless material with small repetitive motions. 

You realise then his hands aren’t the only things heating up.

The two of you have an understanding, an abiding awareness of the boundaries of your relationship and the roles you take on.  Best friend, occasional sucker for the sake of a TikTok, lover.

He knows how much you hate your dirty laundry being aired - does his very best to never post anything that might be misconstrued, ensures he only ever portrays you in a good light because the internet could be cruel.  (Even if he argued with you in the quiet of your home, he’d keep you safe outside of the four walls.)  

You know how he needs his quiet time but that sometimes, a night out was unavoidable, a part of his life he - and by extension you - couldn’t always say no to.  (Even if you were achy and tired by midnight, glaring down at your phone as he made his rounds, exchanged contact details and rambled about shit that meant nothing.)

He’s learnt to make your eggs the way you love them:  soft in the centre, covered with too much pepper.  He never washes your clothes in hot water (not after The Great Sweater debacle) and he always makes sure not to use your special memory foam pillow.  

You kiss him goodnight without fail and play with his hair until he falls asleep;  you bury your face against his chest when he’s had a long day, signing your love with the felt-tip of your lips.  You bring him fresh cut fruit when he’s been working for more than three hours and wash his hair when he’s stressed. 

Knowing each other was easy;  loving each other was like breathing.

This, though, is different.  New.  Special.  

He’s never been like this before, glazed over in the eyes, patience wearing thin.  Sat so well, picture perfect beneath you and cornsilk crown lighting his entire expression up like a halo, he’s ethereal. 

“Baby,”  he whines, grits through his teeth as you roll your hips that much slower, the glide impossibly smooth thanks to the lychee watermelon lube he’d received to his PO box.  (One of the items you hadn’t thrown away from that package, together with a handful of other toys that’d come in handy over the months.)

You’re shameless, soothing a hand across his cheek, thumb slipping past his lips.  (You ignore the noise of indignation, meet it with a twinkling laugh of your own.)  It sweeps over his tongue, pressing down in tandem with the second sound - one that echoes out of his chest, a growl that pitches into a whine and makes your ears buzz.  “Hi, baby.”

“Stop teasing.”  It’s practically begging - or as close to it as Jungkook will get.  It draws a smile and another pass of your thumb, gliding across his gums to slot against the interior of his cheek.  You’ve got him fishhooked, immobile, even as he glares up at you.

(He’s so, so handsome.  Looks utterly out of it even as he tries to harden his gaze, coerce you into doing what he wants with that stare that makes your heart lurch pathetically in your chest.)

“You don’t like this?”

You know he does - that he loves being pampered.  That he’ll rarely ask, instead pouting at you from wherever he sits until you turn to putty under his gaze and smother him in all the love you have to offer.

“I do.  I just��”  The rest of his words don’t come, stolen by a gasp when you grind against him, swollen head of his cock bumping against your clit.  He’s making a mess of you both, back arching, hips rising, hands fisted into the sheets even as he chases friction like a dog does its tail.  The warmth between your legs is so close he looks as if he’ll lose his mind, rutting against your cunt like just the right angle might get him what he wants.  “Fuck, baby.”

“I’m trying,”  you retort, mouthful of teasing that only earns you another glare, some poor semblance of one as he bites into the webbing of your hand, bucks up impatiently.

“Please.”  He tries again, a different tactic this time, all sugar-spun sweetness.  Strawberry shortcake rather than sour cherry pie, so eager to get what he wants that he’s not above pulling out all the stops.  A hand risen from the sheets, digits decorated in ink swimming over your skin, sinking into the meat of your thigh.

(He doesn’t push though.  Knows you’ll pull the moment he does.)

“Please?”  An echo chamber, endlessly teasing, and a ducked head, lips finding the sweat-slick column of his throat.  Just one drag of your tongue has him crumbling further, careful composure slipping with each swivel of your hips, the edge of your teeth.  There’s nothing but desperation radiating off him, demand choked back when you drift lower, tracing over his chest, teasing him in the ways you know best.  

It’s all so unnecessary, drawing out what he wants until he’s a goner, three seconds from combusting beneath you.  You’d give him anything he ever asked for - offer it all up on a silver plate, a meal fit for a king.  This is just fun, different and exciting. 

You relent with a minor adjustment, settling yourself against him, face dropped into the crook of his neck.  “Slowly.”

He repeats after you, uncertain and hopeful;  his hand falls further, warmth descending to pull you close, hold you still.   As much as he needs this - needs you - he loves the slow burn just as much.  The stutter of his pulse gives him away, erratic beneath your touch.  He’s a thousand miles above the clouds, floating on cloud nine;  every second passed is another tingle of his toes, a tightening of the coil in his stomach.

When he aligns himself against your core, pre-cum pearling over his tip, he does exactly as you’ve asked.  Sinks into you at such a leisurely pace you wonder if you might be the one who splinters apart, shatters into a million tiny pieces at the way he splits you open.  

“Good?”  Jungkook asks so nicely it’s impossible for you to say no, to deny him this tiny bit of reassurance.  

(Maybe it’s the way he looks, crowned in glittering gold, painted by Fra Angelico.  Or maybe it’s how his smile spills like sunshine, a peachy pink horizon dragging over the apples of his cheeks, burnt red like their namesake.)

(Whatever it is, it’s everything you want, packed perfectly and pouting.)

“Good boy,”  you purr, breath hitching once he’s sheathed to the hilt, seated so deeply within that you swear you can feel him in your throat.

You’ve never felt so full before - close to overflow, taunted and taxed by ridges and veins, each flex of his hips that drives him somehow further within your fluttering walls.  So full you might burst, that you can’t possibly hold yourself together when he begins to move, fucking you tenderly, as if he can feel the weight of the moment.  

There’s something happening.  A shift in the air, in the axis of your planet that revolves around him.  It falls on its side, spins wildly out of control, and you’re emotional.  It’s not just his hair - that gilded crown he wears, heavy heavy heavy like aureate coin - or the impossible dark of his eyes - blown out, an entire galaxy devoured by the supermassive black hole that is his pupils.  It’s the things you can’t see, the pieces beneath skin, soft and jammy, the tongue-tart sweetness.

(The thing with Jungkook is that he doesn’t let go, refuses to fully submit, always so careful to regulate his voice when things get to be too much.  He’ll blink back his tears, stifle a sob, even as his breath disappears from nothing but a delicate brush of his chest.)

You take his vulnerability as a treasure, hold it close and craft a chest for its home, promise to keep it safe even while you're the one who poses the most danger.  When it’s your teeth and tongue that eviscerates the soft of his flesh, makes him keen and gasp, heart pounding like hooves, beat imprinted against, under, into your palms.

When he begs you to move - manages the request in a broken articulation that makes you giggle - you give, swivel your hips in a figure eight, an infinity of motion that never ends.  

You take all he has to offer and sing your praise into the wet of his mouth.  Lick over teeth and gums and trade spit for love;  know there’s only more where that came from, that the fountain begs to overflow as he finally - finally - breaks that much more, gripping your hips gentle as can be.  Hands soothe up and down, an unspoken plea in how he thumbs your hip bones, taps hopefully over the small of your lower back.

He doesn’t need to speak for you to hear him. 

It’s more than a kiss forming against your skin.  It’s a confession of adoration, sealed by the frame of his mouth, cemented by the sting of his teeth.  It’s I love you without saying it, plastering the pecks along your spine, placing them safely in all the spaces you’ve created for him.

It’s also an apology, because he’s just torn your castle to pieces, shattered your entire fantasy into smithereens.

He hadn’t expected you to react the way you had, rolling off him as if he hadn’t just been chasing the sweet bliss of release, splitting your walls and making you wail above him.  It has him pouting, utilising the one thing that melts you down like candle wax.  

“Baby,”  he whines, reaching for you, needy and horny and so hard he imagines all the blood has rushed from his head straight to his cock.  Everything spins when he moves with you, scrambles across the California king to paw at your hip.  

He’d been so good for you - wasn’t that enough?

“Don’t,”  you grumble, searing his insides with just one look.  (It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.)

“But—”  A plea punctuated by groping hands, eager as always, smoothing over the swell of your ass, flesh squeezing between knuckles.  He’d normally let this go - fuck into his closed fist in the shower after he’s done something to cut playtime short - but he can’t help it now.  He’s been on the edge for so long, lit up in neon that demands to be seen, heard, felt.

“Don’t dye it again.”  

Oh?

That has him reeling, laughing, such a stupid grin across his face.  It devours everything else, spearing dimples into place as he pulls you against him.  You can feel his smile forming against your skin, the wet drag of his tongue as he sucks a welt into the sensitive spot of your shoulder.

“You wanna play with Barbie, baby?”  It’s such a stupid line - utterly sophomoric and riddled with teasing and yet the delivery has you shivering in his arms, equally childish huff splitting your lips.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to you often - not about silly things like this - but he figures he can, just this once.

“I won’t,”  he chirps, sneaking another kiss, stamping another smooch.  It’s working exactly as he wants, stilling your protesting limbs as he cages you to him, slips his hand back where he most wants to be.  The glide is perfect, a mixture of arousal and fruity lubricant;  he slips a finger in without resistance, grinding his palm against your clit. 

“R-really?”  Of course you don’t believe him.  He messes with you too often, plays too many pranks.  (He deserves that.) 

His promise comes too easy, driven by how nice you feel, how pretty you sound when he presses another digit in along the first.  The scissor of his fingers is languid, exploring for the spots that make you breathless as he hums a noise of affirmation against your neck;  he fucks you open as if he has to, as if you aren’t already dripping, eagerly sucking him in.  “Really.”  

“Put it in then, Ken doll.”

He laughs - and then he does.  In bed, with your knee hooked over his, pace slow and sure and sinful.  In the shower, bent over with his hands bruising your hips.  In the kitchen for a late night snack, another apple in his mouth and your hands in his hair.

Maybe blonds did have more fun. 

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[roofcatfanart]

Virtual Reality Au

Ok so this is a superbat au bc fuck you I like it. Anyway, simply jotting down ideas. I was inspired A Game You Can’t Win by NightFoilage so go check it out.

So this au takes place in a no powers universe but set in thee future so more furutistic stuff like holograms, underwater cities, and the ability for same sex couples to produce children by combining DNA. Clark worked in Metropolis with Louis at the Daily Planet while Bruce operates as a funder of Gotham charities and Wayne Industries. Clark and Louis were previously married but then came to the decision that they were not what each other needed but still stayed friends. They were married for about 12 years. Bruce and Selina were engage but after an accident talked to one another and admitted that they were better off as friends. The bat kids call her aunt Selina.

Now, Clark and Bruce have been playing video games together for about 20 years, 5 years together and 15 with the other league members. They all have their own lives but are fairly tight knit. Now, they haven’t met up in real life or told each other their names because they all think of each other as civilians while they all work in dangerous fields.

Diana is an ambassador and princess for her island country which she rules with her mother and aunt.

Arthur (Jason Mamoa bc he is the only valid aquaman, he made aquaman COOL)  is the heir for the throne to Atlantis working with his mother to rule and keep the peace.

Barry works as one of the countries top forensic scientists, having helped solve several high case murders and crimes.

Hal worked as a Air Force pilot before working with Green Lantern peace corps to maintain peace between nations.

John was a marine who joined the Green Lantern Corps and is often paired with Hal in game and irl.

Shayera was a double agent working to expose a terrorist group. She and John are married :3

J’oan works as a therapist for all lot of people, specifically higher profitable people (not anyone in the league).

Black Canary works as a bodyguard, is vibing with Oliver.

Ollie works in the same vain as Bruce but instead works as an investigator and aid to his city as well as a business partner to Bruce.

Clark is Louis partner editor and ex-Husband which puts a target on his back from everyone she’s exposed.

Bruce is Bruce minus Batman but in video game.

God I made this is much more complicated than it needed to be and like half of this is background stuff. Anyway carrying on!

So! The League has been playing games together for years, anything from Resident Evil to Minecraft to Among us. They are a fairly small group of content creators, mostly recording their games or doing charity streams. They trade off on editing so that its not on one person.

Then Dynamic Creation released. (yes is DC no im not being Lazy wdym)

Dynamic Creation is a virtual reality game based in a world with superheros and Villains. To take from NightFoilage’s story there are three classes players can take being civilians, heroes or villains. With realistic A.I. and amazing worlds to explore, it is one of the most looked forwarded to games that year.

So the league picks up the game, agreeing to go off on their own to explore and level up until they are at the level to make an alliance. They each have their own series of what they do as characters while still making join content about other games.

Now, the kicker?

Not a single one of the kids knows that their parent/guardian play video games or are League members. Which leads to interesting shenanigans when the kids make accounts trying to meet up with the league members.

Jason and Damian get into a fight about wether or not Batman would favor them, Dick trying to impress Batman, Tim donating money to earn his favor etc.

Bruce isn’t sure how to feel and mentions that they really seem to like Batman and they somehow got to taking about how Superman and Batman would be a cool couple. (Bruce is only barely not showing any emberessment on his face

The League was understandably laughing their asses off.

So we are focused on Bruce and Clark’s journey through DC and them trying to figure out if the other likes them back (Spoiler they’ve been crushing for a long while)

While all this is going on, there is a plot by Lex luthor to take over DC and use it for less than legal things and he uses henchmen (think ready player One where its a race to win the oasis but instead its Luthor trying to sabotage in game via sixers)

Now regarding Conner and Jon, Clark and Louis knew Lex Luthor, Clark knew him from smallvile while Louis knew him from her journalism. Lex had an obsession with the both of them and was constantly trying to be in their lives intimate (this is bc he’s a fucking creep literally nothing else). So when they got married he took their DNA (idk how just go with it) and made Conner. After Connor started to look alot like Clark he made Jon who looked like Louis. Neither Clark or Louis knew about this nor Conner and Jon so up until Conner was 15. His class took a genetics test for his science class and his results come back not as the son of Lex Luthor but as Clark and Louis.

Now young justice is a group as well as the titans with Jason and the outlaws a thing. Connor doesn’t know what to do, specifically since Lex isn’t exactly a good person, and he has Jon tested too just in-case he is Luthor’s bio-son. He isn’t so Connor went to his friends about what to do. He contacts Clark and asks to meet up for an interview while Tim does a background check on Clark.

They meet up, Connor drops the bombshell. Clark is surprised which Connor shows the DNA tests and his dono's files. Clark is also unsuprised at the fact that Luthor did this considering he and Louis have a restraining order against Luthor. Clark is conserned about Connor being raise by Luthor and then Connor mentions Jon which makes Clark even more worried so after they finish that up he asks Connor if he’s fine with Clark telling Louis. Connor agrees and Clark calls Louis who is currently working on the story of the Amazon-Atlantis- United Nations treaty.

They talk ad contact Connor and Jon again asking if they want to get too know them. So they do, Luthor finds out then tries to use the boys to get close to Clark. That goes horibble and Connor blackmails Luthor into letting them stay with Clark bc now he realizes that Luthor was a horrible person.

So the start of the fic is the first day of DC and the league growing while Clark and Bruce flutter around each other and about a yyear in deside to date, but no revealing their names admitting to each other that they are worried about their lives being dangorous.

Adventually everyone meets up at DynamicCon, which is held two years after the start of the fic. All the kids meet up and its the spiderman meme for the adults when it clicked in Barry’s head and he hugged Bruce.

Exestancal crisis for the kids though and the adults are enjoying it.

Luthor puts his plan into motion and all the league and kids deafened the game alongside other players, with Tim, Victor and Bruce ending Luthor’s reign by giving his systems a virus that breaks the connection to the game.

Happy ending :)

[papabear85artist]

Stephan the Cat Furrie from the heavenly planet Pleasure Paradise

Stephan the shy, timid, sometimes neurotic, quiet, sarcastic yet helpful, friendly, very intelligent, kind, outgoing, creative, widely confident, occasionally brave, incredibly loyal, honest and generous Tuxedo Cat Furrie enjoys just resting out in the grassy fields on Pig Island while listening to the charming melody The Singing Flowers hum softy to him at the same time looking up at the clouds or the stars. He first met his original creator Papa Bear (formerly Lachlan Ormerod) when was reduced a poor state of poverty after he was cheated out of his stash of hidden Dragons Treasure aka Dragons Gold by a gang of malicious Ferret, Weasel, Raccoon and Coyote Bandits before having his farmhouse burned down. Stephan then befriended Papa Bear along with his protective guardian angel aka Jodie the four hundred pound Pink Heavenly Whippet and a few other Animal Furries whom they helped. The saddened Cat Furrie explained the story of his ordeal to his newfound friends while camping out for the night while Tyler the Yellow Canary sympathetically went over to the weeping Cat on the butt. Papa Bear kindly offers Stephan a permanent home, to which the latter agreed. Upon finally arriving on Pig Island, however, The Dragon Army from the dreaded planetoid Medievilonia come marching towards The Castle of Heaven aka The Heavenly Castle to storm it of it's lost Dragons Gold. Summoning a sudden burst of pent-up courage Stephan angrily joins in the ensuing battle knocking out a couple of Dragon Soldiers in the process. Papa Bear happily provides a Cat Wand for a surprised Stephan before teaching him some magic. After concocting a Stupidity Spell on the humiliated Dragon Soldiers Papa Bear offered a job opportunity to the empowered Cat if he helped build his farm, to which he gladly accepted. A short while later Stephan works full-time at Georgette's Ice Cream and Yoghurt Co (after the French Ice Cream Cow brought the farm because Papa Bear failed to maintain financial security) as a maintenance manager and a part-time job in The Main Throne Room in The Heavenly Castle as one of Jodie's servants (she is now queen because the thirty five foot tall Pink Heavenly Whippet obtained most of The Dragons Treasure in the castle dungeons). In addition to his current line of work Stephan mostly enjoys visiting The Nude Camp, The Nudist Spa or even one of The Nude Beaches mainly due to his artistic passion for creating clay sculptures of every one of his friends including Tyler the Yellow Canary. Stephan spends the majority of his time singing loudly to ''The Cat Necessities'' while shaking and occasionally bumping his butt against the trees🐱😸😺😹🛖🌴⛰️🏰🏖️🌲🏝️

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