#comfiest boots on planet earth

[mr-moonfucker]

my fave boots are ATGAS ig..

Assigned Trad Goth at Sims 4 Halloweeen Event 🫡👍

[daisychainsandbowties]

Palmer AU when there’s a serious storm, though. Ava being all, “momma earth, call it off, I wanna go out and play,” and Suzanne is just, “no.” The storm is knocking out everybody’s special fancy equipment so Beatrice is, “I’m going to take a nap. Would you like to join me Ava?” and Ava’s brain melts so she just nods emphatically and drags Beatrice to Beatrice’s quarters. Lilith first checks all her aquariums, then has to search for Camila. Suzanne helps her out so she doesn’t disturb avatrice and says Camila is probably in the ‘boiler room,” a small space full of machines loud enough to drown out a storm. Camila sits wrapped in her favorite blanket with a mug of tea. “Everyone says I’m crazy, but it is warmer in here,” Camila says in greeting. “Everyone says I’m crazy, but it’s usually about diving in places they wouldn’t want to dive.” “Is there anywhere you wouldn’t want to dive?” “… maybe the Hudson?” “Eww, yeah. Good call. Anyway, I like to wait out storms here. Wanna cuddle?”

beatrice is 100% the guy who has at least a dozen tracks on her phone that are like ‘10 hours of [insert extreme weather here]’ so she greets the prospect of a huge storm by carrying a load of blankets up to her observatory and stocking the mini-fridge ava got her with snacks.

ava: bea… you want to sit in a room that’s 64% glass while the sky tries to eat us??

beatrice: 😐 of course i do. how many times in my life will i have the chance to observe an arctic storm?

ava follows her up there, footsteps tentative on the metal steps, still making a racket in her hobnail boots. drawn by the prospect of lazy sex under a ripped-up sky and staying for the way beatrice holds her hand the whole time, as they wend up through the building with the wind already sighing at them through the thickness of the walls.

bea at first wrapped in her ragged blue blanket with threadbare, tasseled edges. her comfiest hoodie and a space heater running off solar batteries.

noticing that ava’s a little spooked and telling her in her soothing lecture monotone about the exact composition of the glass windows; all the reasons why they won’t break.

‘mechanically, breakage is about the propagation of cracks, on an atomic level, then into our visual range. thinner cracks are usually worse, if you’re the thing that’s breaking.’

(and ava doesn’t tell her that she knows about breaking, actually. that’s she done it).

‘but this glass doesn’t let it happen in the profuse way of the glass you’re used to. it’s stable, probably sturdier than the walls.’

the sea turning dark as the clouds scatter over the horizon, bea explaining how storms work, research papers she’s read about the atmosphere on venus and what Sagan said about the runaway greenhouse effect, everything trapped beneath the sulfuric clouds that make it so difficult to even look at the planet's surface.

‘what must that have felt like? to be denied the image of a distant place even though you could peer right towards it.’

‘you see then how light can illuminate, but also obscure. how the universe has so much light in it, but that can make it hard to see what sits behind the light, beyond it.'

'do you know how we discovered the dark parts of the universe? how we learned about them? through their absence in the visual field.’

she talks about the development of radar and infrared, and when the storm hits ava’s just draped against her, lost in the curve of her voice and her waist because she’s stuck her cold hands under bea’s hoodie. lazily pressing her mouth into bea’s neck to feel the hum of her low voice as vibration.

ava: i think i get it now

bea: what?

ava: how you can know a place, or a person, even without any light.

[inanimatetffantasies]

Hello. Never really asked something before but is it possible to do another Thor but can I be the armpits mentioned in the boot story. Or a jock’s jock? Is this how the asking works?

The mighty Thor boomed with glee as he stomped along the cold floor in his dirty boots, chuckling to himself as he went to his personal chambers to relax after a fine day of ruling over his planets on his pet planet Earth. Thor grinned as he whiffed the thick Asgardian musk from his godly armpits.

He entered his room, and lay down on his huge bed, very well possible the comfiest bed on the entire planet, it was made from those pesky guardians of the galaxy that tried to stage a coup at the start of his reign. A bed of fine sheets, pillows and wood that suffered his snores, drool, farts and sweat all night long, and even some cum when Thor found a nice solider to fuck, with a slave as a helpless condom of course. Not that gods need contraception, but the use of a slave being filled with his angelic seed is a nice little extra when a god is fucking a Asgardians silly. Of course the slave is returned to human, unless they were a bad slave, then its just the bin for them.

As Thor lay naked on his star lord bedsheet, he decided he was bored and as the stench of Asgardian musk filled his room, he smiled and snapped his fingers. Instantly a slave was teleported in a flash od cosmic life to Thor's bedside. Thor yawned, which shook the building and pointed at his huge pit. The slave understood and got to work, pressing his face into the godly pit, the hair matted from a few days of unwashed sweat. Thor hummed contently enjoying the feeling of worship, it never got old.

"One thing about you little ants that I must commend you for" Thor spoke groggily "You make for exceptional piggy's, worshipping your overlord's stench with much relish." The slave was too deeply focused to respond, it was clear this slave was more then just worshipping, he was loving it, which not only pleased the Asgardian but impressed him.

"You are aware that that stink of a god and all those hairs are the result of former ants that pleased me, yes?" The slave grunted, almost drunk on the salty sweat and cheesy aroma, his cock hard and firm as possible. "Exceptional" Thor whispered.

Thor gently put his huge palm on his slave, winked at him deviously and slammed his slaves head into his moist, stinking pit, laughing as the slave was slowly absorbed into it, growing thinner and smaller until it was just another hair on Thor's godly armpit.

It's sense were overloaded with the musk and heat and humidity, and before its vision faded, it saw tiny, tiny slaves rubbing and drinking sweat. Thor had minuscule slaves serving his pet, replacing the bacteria that would normally be on a armpit, turned into mindless slaves that create his musk. After that, the new hair settled into its new life.

Thor grinned, scratched his pits happily, sniffed his fingers, let put a massive earth shaking fart and fell into peaceful sleep. It was fucking glorious being a god!