#conference tomorrow

[afewproblems]

Sneak peak of my continuation of the Prompt 53. I was flirting with you! From this post.

Prompt 50. I need you to forgive me will be answered in Part Two!

(Everyone that requested to be tagged, I promise I will tag you in the official part two update!)

[paint-it-red-and-black]

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK TWAT THE FUKL

WDYM “Max praises Leclerc”

WDYM “Lestappen bromance”

[transmechanicus]

Never gonna be able to be internally normal around other everyday emo ppl bc a part of my brain is convinced we are an endangered species and it’s my duty to repopulate after the mass extinction of the 2010s i will see a pretty guy with eyeliner and a skeleton shirt and think i hauve covid

[becca-e-barnes]

Don't tell anyone but I love the thought of pornstar Bucky's girl asking to do livestreams with him. The thought of him taking the chat's lead?? Or reading the filthy things they're saying?? 🤤

"They're making fun of you, sweetheart." Bucky teases between chaste kisses placed to the soft inside of your spread thighs.

'Is she wet already?' The most recent message in the chat makes you squirm in your seat. Not that you're getting very far. Bucky is quite well known for his skills with a rope but he's left you just enough wiggle room that you can still grind your cunt desperately against the chair beneath you. It's not much relief but it's something.

"Of course she's wet already. Aren't you, baby? It doesn't take our girl long to get herself all worked up when she knows she's being watched." Bucky smirks up at you, his fingers trailing over the slick lace of your panties, gathering just enough of your arousal on his fingertips to show the camera.

'Our girl' doesn't sit right with you but you know it's all for show. You're his girl. Only his. Those people watching on the stream, whoever they are, mean nothing to you. You know he'll remind you of that later too. Reminding you that you're 'his girl', holding your chin so he can look into your eyes while he slides every inch of his length home over and over.

You whimper at the flood of messages into the chat as your viewers respond to the crystal clear evidence of your arousal on your partner's fingers.

'Fuck, she's making a mess.' 'Always such a good girl.' 'What I'd give to be able to taste her.'

The comments run up the screen so quickly you don't have time to read them all.

'She's so desperate, what a good little slut.' 'You've hardly even touched her and I'm already hard.'

"You're right, I haven't really touched her much, have I?" Bucky asks while reaching over for the wand vibrator he'd picked out for this stream. He clicks it on and the toy buzzes to life.

He seems satisfied with the lowest setting for now. Not that you are. That setting is almost always just for warm-up and that's not what you need in that moment.

"Please." You whine, tugging against the restraints, only feeling satisfied when your partner presses the soft, silicone tip to your clit, over your panties.

Everything feels heightened despite the low setting. You've been so turned on for so long that anything at all is welcome.

'Such a pretty little thing.' 'She sounds so hot when she whines like that.'

You hadn't even noticed yourself whining, much less the way you tried to grind yourself pathetically on the toy, trying to feel more than the featherlight touch Bucky was offering you.

You felt Bucky flicking the toy up a speed, startled by the groan that left your own throat. It sounded desperate. It was filthy and unrestrained and totally shameless.

"You like that?" Bucky's voice was all that could tear you out of your own head. He rolled the head of the toy in vertical motions, laughing quietly to himself when the sensation made you gasp.

'She's so loud tonight.'

The commenter wasn't wrong. You knew you were louder than usual, a testament to just how much you found yourself enjoying this.

"Sit still, sweetheart." You hadn't really registered what was happening until after it was done, although you'd agreed it beforehand anyway. Bucky carefully tugged the side of your underwear away from your skin, cutting the lace and then mirrored his actions on the other side. With the pretty blue lace in tatters, your sex was fully on display.

Bucky pulled the fabric free from underneath you, balling it up in his hand before pressing it to your lips.

"Good girl. Take it." You hadn't expected this. Automatically, brattiness takes over, your defiant natures tells you not to do as you're told. You hold out for a second, up until the toy clicks up one more speed and when you gasp in surprise, the panties are pushed past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue and you get to enjoy the taste of your own arousal.

[elletromil]

pros of being stuck in a meeting: you're not "really" working

cons of being stuck in a meeting: you're stuck in a meeting

[maxedes]

lewis saying in the press conference that the car has improved a lot which could mean

1. after racing the car on hot ones pr got his ass orrr

2. WE ARE BACK BABY LEWIS P1 IN CANADA AGAIN WOHOO (also mainly bc it‘s supposed to rain)

[textsfromthetva]

so I was doing some early morning mental plotting of the inevitable, angsty post-canon Brad fic (as you do while drinking a coke and smoking a cigarette at 7am, like an adult who has their life together), and there's been a problem since the beginning.

now, as a person who had suffered from debilitating depression and anxiety on-and-off for 20 years, I know very well that no one can pull you out of that hole for you, you have to climb out yourself. but it is incredibly helpful when someone throws down a rope ladder.

(from a personal perspective, an acute lack of interactions and dialogue was also going to make it infinitely harder to write. I'm not good at writing character-driven stories that just have the main character wallowing in their emotions, without external input, from start to finish)

my problem was that I didn't know who that would be. I toyed with creating an OC for the purpose, but it didn't feel right to have someone who doesn't know the truth of what happened - and never will - try to help.

and then a giant cartoon lightbulb appeared over my head and flicked on, as it occurred to me that we do actually have a canon character who is just hanging out in the universe at large at this point, letting time pass. the original unlicensed therapist of the Loki series. a guy who, at the very least, is interested enough in Brad's whereabouts by the end of the series to have a magazine with him on the cover lying on his desk, and could perhaps even care a little that the guy is in extreme self-destruction mode.

Mobius, my man, I'm gonna pull you into some serious shit, and you're gonna do great.

this will be good for him, you know? Loki's currently in a tree (or is he the tree? I'm a little unclear on that), so he's got no enrichment in his enclosure. an opportunity to practice some armchair psychology on someone else will cheer him up, I'm sure.

[theoneandonlythorn]

I am going to read the FOULEST smut I can find during general conference tomorrow <3

(Bonus points if it's gay and the characters aren't married <3 <3 <3)

[hellkitepriest]

pointless jeremy screenshots from some conference livestream

[hythlodaes]

i'm going to try and catch up on xivwrite and wip wednesdays tomorrow, everything is a lil overwhelming atm :')

[casbitchh]

i emailed my boss saying he needs to talk to the people developing a satellite i’m working on (unpaid) bc they’re giving me too much work and it’s unsustainable please clap

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Omg guys so YEEAARRSS ago, when I was 12, my older sister who passed away from colon cancer (diagnosed at 17) got a genetic test done to see if it was hereditary.

Unrelated to my family history of cancer (i.e. motivated purely by fun interest), I got a career as a bioinformatician involved in cancer genome interpretation.

I only heard about this genetic test recently (I'm 25 now), so I asked my mom if she still had the results. And weirdly, I understood them, because the same stuff they were looking for over a decade ago (ex. microsatellite instability status) are stuff we report about tumours at my job.

It's so weird to think that those results were generated when I was 12, and I grew up and (unrelated) pursued a career that eventually led me to understand them 😳

(Also the results were that it's not hereditary, thank goodness. Make sure y'all watch your gut health closely!)

[sainz100]

Daniel Ricciardo at the 2023 Token2049 event

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[winemom-culture]

HAVING A GREAT DAY 🖕

[brown-little-robin]

where's that "I don't want to, I simply don't want to" wolf meme when I need it