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[milkydraws8]

The Houses of Krypton

[anditwentlikethis]

🗣VIKTOR 🗣🗣 GYOKERES 🗣

[chestcongestion]

Got an idea for the "faking to convince someone else that they're sick" trope that I wanna write but I have to finish this fic first and then I wanna get some non kink art done on my day off 😭

[contentabnormal]

This week on Content Abnormal we present Paul Frees & Peggy Webber in the Escape thriller "Passage To Berlin"!

[gyroshrike]

LoSH Week | 2023 Day 4 | Superfriends | Ancestor Veneration | Elsewhen | @loshappreciationweeknweek

This was originally just for the 'Superfriends' prompt, but then I realized it fit all three

Just Superboy bonding with his new family members over their complicated legacies

[Fan kids' co-parent @elasticpoodle]

[usafphantom2]

EA-6B-163892-NAWC-PATUXENT-RIVER-DEC92 by Michel Klaveren

[bylightofdawn]

Huh so I'm working on Chapter 19 of Seeds of the Future and I was reading some random Wookiepedia entry and realized Jango told Silas that Death Watch/Tor SPLIT OFF from Jaster years ago. And there's definitely an implication that can be made that maybe back in the day Tor and Jaster served together and were maybe even friends.

And their ideological differences quite literally tore them apart and Tor goes off and makes the Death Watch etc.

Okay so hello new headcanon I am now embracing wholeheartedly and will somehow find a way of working into my fanfic.

Cause what is Star Wars if not built on shattered friendships and ideological differences driving painful wedges between ex-best friends?

Also? I'm sorry but adding some nuance and more personality to Tor Vizsla beyond a Saturday morning cartoon level of evil baddie is desperately needed.

I also kinda lowkey love the idea of Jaster having to carry around the guilt of knowing maybe his own stubbornness and unwillingness to see things from Tor's POV means he has some part to play in unleashing the pandora's box that is Death Watch onto the universe.

And I'm sorry to say, as much I adore him, Jaster 100% has a huge fucking blindspot when it comes to Tor Vizsla.

[spookyfoxdreamer]

Caesar and Cleopatra (From "Cleopatra")

[fandom]

Books

Huge congrats to The Iliad. It's only taken 3,000 years. This list is brought to you by Tor Publishing Group, which you're probably familiar with, given what tops the list this year.

The Locked Tomb series +3 by Tamsyn Muir

The Percy Jackson & the Olympians series -1 by Rick Riordan

The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling

The Six of Crows duology +3 by Leigh Bardugo

Dracula -3 by Bram Stoker

The Warrior Cats series -1 by Erin Hunter

A Song of Ice and Fire -1 by George R. R. Martin

The All for the Game series by Nora Sakavic

The Discworld series +7 by Terry Pratchett

A Court of Thorns and Roses series +3 by Sarah J. Maas

The Silmarillion -1 by J. R. R. Tolkien

Pride And Prejudice -3 by Jane Austen

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Raven Cycle series +3 by Maggie Stiefvater

The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro

The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

Wings Of Fire +9 by Tui T. Sutherland

The Secret History -7 by Donna Tartt

The Trials of Apollo series -4 by Rick Riordan

The Iliad +10 by Homer

The Odyssey +24 by Homer

The Folk in the Air series -8 by Holly Black

The Animorphs series +5 by K. A. Applegate

The Stormlight Archive +8 by Brandon Sanderson

Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney

Moby Dick +24 by Herman Melville

1984 +6 by George Orwell

Fables by Bill Willingham

The Diaries of Franz Kafka by Franz Kafka

The Song of Achilles -10 by Madeline Miller

The Last Hours series by Cassandra Clare

The Simon Snow series -10 by Rainbow Rowell

The Throne of Glass series +13 by Sarah J. Maas

Nimona by ND Stevenson

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard +6 by Rick Riordan

The Bell Jar -15 by Sylvia Plath

The Dreamer trilogy +6 by Maggie Stiefvater

The Shadowhunter Chronicles -15 by Cassandra Clare

The Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

Captive Prince -1 by C. S. Pacat

The Twilight Saga -7 by Stephanie Meyer

The Sandman by Neil Gaiman

The Deltora Quest series by Jennifer Rowe

Romeo and Juliet -8 by William Shakespeare

The Far Side by Gary Larson

Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde +2 by Robert Lewis Stevenson

Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson

The Picture of Dorian Gray -31 by Oscar Wilde

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

[uesp]

"AND HROL DID LOVE UNTO A HILLOCK"

--The last message written by Hrol's shieldthane in the Remanada, before dying from the sight of what he witnessed. The hill would grow into the small mountain now known as Sancre Tor, and Reman would be found atop it nine months later, wearing the Chim-el Adabal on his forehead.

[rejszelde]

Akik ismernek, azok tudják, hogy imádom a konteókat, de sosem hiszem el azokat. Úgy vagyok vele, hogy annyira ritkán igazolódik valamelyik, hogy azokat simán bevállalom tévedésként.

Most például egy különösen finom falat jutott elém: hogy mi az oka a Vodafone látszólagosan teljesen abszurd felvásárlásának. Az közismert, hogy minden elérhető releváns forrás szerint a Vodafone felvásárlása abban az időszakban, és a Vodafone akkori állapotában teljes faszságnak tűnt, egy jól kivitelezett pénzelbaszásnak.

A konteo messzebről indít: onnan, hogy Orbánék mindig is a nagy nyilvánosságot tekintették a legnagyobb hátráltató erőnek, hogy teljes diktatúrát alakítsanak ki, és ez főleg az ellenőrizhetetlen internet miatt van. Amikor az oroszokkal összeborult az Orbán kormány, akkor Putyin felajánlotta nekik a SWORM rendszer használatát, amit természetesen nem a végpontokra kell telepíteni, mint a Pegasust, hanem a közvetítő állomásokra (telefon cellatornyokra és az internetre csatlakozást biztosító gateway szerverekre). Amikor ez a felajánlás megtörtént, rögtön beindult a gépezet, és létrehozták a 4iG-t, részesedést szereztek a Telenorban (most Yettel), felvásarolták a UPC-t, részesedést vásároltak a Digiben. A Telekomot nem sikerült megszerezniük, emiatt többször is biztonsági kockázatnak tekintették, különadóztatták a társaságot, szóval izomból csuklóztatták őket, hogy meggondolják magukat. Aztán volt egy találkozó Orbán és a Telekom vezetője között, amit a kormány nagyon sikeresnek értékelt, és nem sokkal később megszűntették a Telekom elleni szankciókat - ez alapján akár az is lehet, hogy sikerült megegyezniük a SWORM telepítését illet��en. A cél az lenne, hogy az összes információt ellenőrizni akarják, amely keletkezik a Magyar Nép hálózatain, ehhez pedig az összes létező informatikai hálózatra kell olyan rendszeret telepíteni, ami totálisan megfigyeli az összes kommunikációt. Ez pedig a totális diktatúra kiépítéséhez kell.

Egyébként én szeretem azokat a konteókat, amik megtörtént eseményeket állítanak láncba egy elmélet igazolására, mivel olyan szép találat lenne, ha az elmélet igazolódna. Ebben az esetben viszont sajnos több sebből is vérzik a sztori.

Egyrészt, nagyon szép ez, hogy hallgassunk le mindenkit, de ez egy akkora mennyiségű adat lenne, csak órás szintre bontva is, amihez irgalmatlan kapacitásokat kellene bevetni még a nagyon felületes áttekintéshez is.

Másrészt, ha valaki manapság el akarja rejteni a kommunikációját, nincs az a csúcstechnológiás megfigyelőrendszer, ami le tudná hallgatni egy Tor csőben áthúzott VPN titkosított adatfolyamból a valódi tartalmat - vagy legalábbis csak nagyon hosszú idő után, úgy, hogy az eredeti végpont helyét csak úgy lehetne bizonyítani, ha a forrás eszköz is meglenne. Ez most úgy hangzik, mintha egy nagyon bonyolult dolog lenne, de valójában pár alkalmazás segitségével és némi odafigyeléssel rutinszerűen lehet elbújni és fantomként létezni a világhálón. Minél nagyobb a megfigyelésre fordított energia, annál inkább vált a lakosság gerilla üzemmódba - lásd Kína, ahonnan a legtöbb VPN előfizetést vásárolják. Ezt egyébként azok is tudják, akik ilyen kapacitásokat ki akarnak építeni, ezért még egy Kína méretű országban is csak kísérleti jelleggel építik ezeket a megfigyelő rendszereket, mert egyáltalán nem biztosak benne, hogy a kívánt hatásfokon működnek majd. Ezzel szemben egy Magyarország méretű populációra már szinte biztosan nem érdemes megfigyelőrendszert építeni, mert nagyon drága ahhoz képest, amekkora hasznot hajtana, pláne, ha még botrány is lesz belőle, mint a Pegasus esetében.

Ennek ellenére nem baj, hogy vannak ilyen konteók, ugyanis felhívják a figyelmet az errdeti problémára, vagyis annak a lehetőségére, hogy mégiscsak megfigyel minket a kormány. (ha nem ez, akkor az orosz. vagy az ukrán. vagy a német. vagy az amerikai.)

[nominzn]

tornado warnings haechan

se mentir por causa dele matasse, já estaria morta. já teria morrido um milhão de vezes... seu terapeuta que o diga. mas não tem como evitar, ele sempre volta e você não resiste.

notas: tentando lidar com o meu bloqueio criativo. eis aqui a faísca de inspiração dos últimos dias, espero que gostem!

[09:46]

“eu já… superei o haechan.” 

maldito apelido que escorre dos seus lábios mentirosos pintados de café. mark ri com escárnio, lendo o óbvio por trás da pose fingida que levanta seus ombros tensos do outro lado da mesa. 

“superou sim, e eu sou o homem-aranha.” outra vez permite uma risada escapar, beliscando o bolinho de frutas vermelhas sem esperar esfriar, queimando o dedo no processo. 

“te avisei que ia se queimar. toda vez é isso.” 

assiste os olhos do amigo revirarem de deboche ao passo que ele suspira, entrelaçando os dedos com mais força na bebida quente. a padaria perto de casa sempre fora ponto de encontro para os três, que agora são apenas dois. 

todo trio tem uma dupla, é fato. entre hyuck, mark e você, era tão óbvio quanto o dia após a noite quem era a dupla. dupla que virou pseudo casal, que virou algo, e o algo virou nada, e a amizade não toma rumo nenhum. pois é, nada com coisa nenhuma. termo que pior ou melhor define o que acontece entre os dois. 

haechan sabe que te ama, mas é tão complicado amar alguém na casa dos vinte. são tantas decisões, tantos questionamentos, tantos medos… ao seu lado, ele sentia que não precisava pensar em nada disso, só em você. ficou cego de amor, não viu que estava te machucando ao dar pontos sem nó. de repente, se afastaram, mas se reaproximam tão fácil que não dá nem tempo de dizer não. 

“não muda de assunto. se você realmente tá em outra, por que ele ainda é pauta na tua terapia? por que continua encontrando ele escondida?” sua expressão chocada causa cócegas na barriga de mark. “qual foi, cê achava que eu não sabia? vocês são meus melhores amigos ainda, conheço bem o meu povo.” 

“talvez eu só esteja tentando me convencer do que eu preciso fazer.” confessa num suspiro a verdade que estava trancafiada no coração. 

mark apenas balança a cabeça, sentindo pena da amiga, mas também pena de si mesmo. é horrível ver as pessoas que mais ama no mundo sofrendo dessa forma, separados. brincar na corda bamba nunca foi sua praia, e agora ele precisa viver na nova realidade, ainda sentindo o gosto da saudade do trio. 

[18:25]

ALERTA DE EMERGÊNCIA Alerta de Tornado nesta área até 20:14. Procure abrigo.

o barulho da notificação quebra sua concentração no filme iluminando o quarto por um instante. Verificando a mensagem, se levanta para fechar todas as janelas, inclusive as da sala. através do vidro, vê a figura masculina se aproximando da porta. o olhar te encontra e sorri, balançando a sacola que há em uma das mãos. você fecha a cortina com um sorriso contido e, quando gira a maçaneta, mal dá tempo de cumprimentá-lo. donghyuck passa o braço livre pela sua cintura num movimento rápido e forte, mas delicado. sela os lábios nos seus com saudade, como se não tivesse passado os últimos três dias sem se falarem direito. 

“trouxe comida chinesa pra gente.” o sussurro quase não chega aos seus ouvidos, a voz abafada entre os lábios dificulta. “vamo comer no parque?” sugere sedutor, não consegue cessar os beijos por muito tempo, te dando selinhos longos entre as palavras. 

“hyuck…” como se ele fosse permitir que você negasse. ele chega para o lado e, fazendo uma bagunça, alcança as chaves do seu carro no pote em cima da cômoda. “...tá com alerta de tor-” 

“tá comigo, tá com Deus.” vocês riem com a declaração boba do garoto. “não é como se fosse a primeira vez que a gente ignora qualquer aviso. por favor?” 

na meia luz do cômodo, o olhar cheio de estrelas brilha sobre o seu, e o mínimo resquício de consciência se esvai. você pega as chaves nas próprias mãos, vendo-o celebrar a pequena vitória.

o crepúsculo pinta o céu enquanto você dirige para o parque, as ruas obviamente vazias não espantam haechan nem um pouco. as luzes públicas não acendem pelo teor de emergência que paira sobre a cidade, mas o seu coração só acelera pela proximidade do garoto, os dedos longos batucam o ritmo lento da música no seu joelho, mais nada existe. 

estaciona em qualquer lugar, ninguém mais viria mesmo. haechan corre para o outro lado do carro para abrir a porta para você e conduz o caminho entre as cerejeiras e os bancos vagos sem desconectar as digitais das suas. 

acham refúgio em uma das mesas tomadas por pétalas caídas na clareira, onde abrem os pacotes do restaurante para jantarem juntos. 

o silêncio não tem vez. donghyuck é bom em te tirar de si mesma, arranca os segredos que perdeu, os contos da sua vida agitada e ri da sua cara ao comentar as piores novidades sobre as pessoas que não gosta. 

tão bom é ser você mesma com ele, mas também anseia por saber as coisas dele. dói não ouvir sua voz animada ao final de cada dia. 

“mas e você, hein?” larga o talher ao dar a última garfada. relâmpagos fotografam o céu no mesmo momento. 

“eu tô o mesmo de sempre.” suspira ao cruzar os braços, apoiando-os sobre a mesa, inclinando o corpo para te olhar melhor. “sempre com saudade de nós.” 

ele não resiste dizer. reconhece que a culpa de toda essa bagunça amarrada à situação de vocês é dele e quer tanto organizar tudo, enfrentar o tornado dentro de si. 

“nós três, ou nós dois?” 

“você sabe o que- nós dois. claro que nós dois.” os dedos ardem, então ele cede e acaricia seu lóbulo após pôr uma mecha solta atrás da sua orelha.

“então por que você some?” nem acreditou ao se ouvir. confrontá-lo não estava nos seus planos.

“porque eu não sei lidar com o que eu sinto por você.” ele solta ar pelo nariz e desvia o olhar para baixo, debochando da própria covardia. “fiquei com tanto medo de estragar tudo que acabei estragando tudo.” 

“não é bem assim, hyuck…”

“claro que é. o mark vive brigando comigo porque tô te magoando, eu vivo puto comigo mesmo porque complico coisas simples. mas ao mesmo tempo a gente é tão… complexo.” 

sua vez de rir, só que com sinceridade. realmente se envolveram numa cama de gato tão bem feita que nenhum dos dois sabe como prosseguir o jogo.

os relâmpagos viram trovões próximos, os primeiros pingos grossos de chuva se mostram no concreto. o céu se comporta de maneira esquisita demais para continuarem ali. sem nenhuma palavra, mas em paz, você dirige na direção tão familiar da casa de haechan. ele, no entanto, transborda inquietação no banco do passageiro ao se contorcer e bater os pés no tapete. 

“o que tá havendo, donghyuck?” você para o carro e segura um riso teimoso, tomando o lábio inferior nos dentes. 

“não quero ir pra casa.” o rosto pidão ataca outra vez, e você volta a olhar para frente, apertando o volante com força. 

“onde eu te deixo?” 

voltando a mirá-lo, percebe o quanto ele havia encurtado a distância, as respirações se misturam enquanto hyuck segura seu queixo entre os dedos, repousando a testa na sua. a resposta é tão óbvia que ele espera não ter de responder. 

o problema é que ele te conhece bem demais. teria de te convencer do que queria, pois sabe que quer o mesmo. você morre de medo de chuva forte, imagina de tornado. ficar sozinha sempre é um pesadelo nessas situações, ele nunca permitiu que isso acontecesse. não seria hoje a primeira vez. 

“hyuck.” como um apelo, declara o nome de quem te faz ouvir o próprio batimento cardíaco. “não brinca comigo.” 

“nunca.” 

finalmente beija seus lábios de novo. a saudade ainda está ali, acumulada. ele tira suas mãos do volante e faz com que repousem no próprio ombro, dali tomam outro rumo — a nuca, os cabelos macios do garoto. ele usa a língua com cautela, com esperança de que se te beijasse devagar o tempo pararia.

o desejo que tem é de te fazer inúmeras promessas de amor, mas aperta sua cintura com ternura em vez disso. a vontade que você tem é de perguntar se ele vai parar de fugir, mas cria uma trilha de beijos até o pescoço dele, permitindo o perfume inebriar seus sentidos. 

haechan fecha os olhos e aproveita cada onda de calor que seus lábios causam, contrastando tanto com a temperatura caindo mais e mais ao lado de fora. a chuva quebra o silêncio dentro do carro, encharca o asfalto. 

“amor…” donghyuck murmura, trazendo seus lábios de volta para os dele. “vamo pra casa?” 

na manhã seguinte, tudo parecia ter sido um sonho. se não fosse o conforto do abraço e o cheiro da pele quente, se não fossem os lençóis caóticos e as nuvens escuras que já se despediam do céu, teria achado que era tudo invenção da sua cabeça. 

você levanta com cuidado para não acordá-lo, sorrindo ao observar o semblante tranquilo e a respiração calma, o peito onde agora mesmo estava recostada subindo e descendo com tanta paz. 

arruma-se brevemente para o compromisso que não teria como adiar, tentando fazer o mínimo de barulho possível. tira o notebook da gaveta e segue para o quarto em frente ao seu, deixando as portas entreabertas. senta-se na cadeira, deixando o computador na mesa e conecta os fones ao aguardar que a terapeuta aceitasse seu convite para começarem outra sessão. 

“alguém acabou de acordar! bom dia!” a psicóloga sempre alegre faz uma piadinha para quebrar o gelo, você tenta não olhar muito para o garoto em sua cama, do outro lado. 

“pois é, noite longa… a chuva, o medo do tornado.” mente pela primeira vez. 

“entendo, querida. o que fez enquanto não dormia?” ela não parece desconfiar, o que você mal compreende. normalmente ela faz uma cara de repreensão, e você conta a verdade. 

“não muito, é…” não evitou fixar o olhar onde queria estar agora. “li um pouco mais do livro que comprei semana passada.” 

“pensou nele?” um sorriso travesso ilumina o rosto da terapeuta, que se sentia comentando sobre um segredo. 

“não.” mente pela segunda vez, se concentrando em fazer cara de paisagem. 

“não? ele te procurou recentemente?” está aí a cara desconfiada. 

“não, a gente não se fala tem uns dias… a gente nunca mais saiu junto, digo, nunca mais nos vimos, nem… nem nada do tipo.”

“ele também não apareceu na sua casa do nada como sempre faz e não está com você agora?” 

seu olho treme, pela visão periférica dá para ver o garoto trocando de posição durante o sono, uma vontade imensa de rir fica presa na sua garganta. onde é que você está se enfiando? esta é a única hora da semana que você tem para tirar donghyuck da mente e se ouvir falando sobre as próprias questões, sobre tudo, sem ser obcecada por ser dele. bom, agora não tem mais. 

começou, precisa terminar. tem de ser convincente.

“não, já faz tempo desde o nosso último encontro, do último beijo… acho que agora acabou mesmo.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

can u do a spin-off with dom male x connor kent from the wally fanfic !! also i love ur writing sm u feed the male community so well 🫶🏼

Conner Kent/Kon-El x kryptonian male reader

I am literally so sorry its taken me so fucking long to write this request, tumblr has been a whole mess with my inbox and regularly doesn’t show requests and sometimes does show them, tumblr also likes eating my requests for some reason.

Reader has a human name and a kryptonian name, so I just picked one for him since it isn’t super important.

Conner Kent and (Y/N), Kon-El and Tor-Kez. A clone and a full blooded kryptonian. You had come to earth from another universe that had ended, and your parents had hoped you would live a happy life somewhere else, so you were dumped in this one. In the beginning many had been cautious of you, because you were young and too powerful, when you joined Young Justice, you had rivalled Superman himself in strength, and they had only grown as you aged.

Jor-Els AI had explained you were of a higher caste of kryptonian, the Kez clan known for their power and beauty. Conner had always felt lacking standing by your side, as he was nothing but a clone that Kal-El seemed to want nothing to do with. The Kez clan hadn’t shared the same opinion on clones as the rest of krypton, so in the beginning you had tried to befriend Conner and teach him about your shared heritage.

You had been young when you were sent away, so you had never learned much about compatibility, or the draw one felt when they found their perfect half. The two of you both felt drawn to one another, a deep need to be around each other ringing deeply in your chests and very souls. But Conner dealt with a lot of anger, and your relationship became short and snippy as you both butted heads quite a lot. It was like watching two young male lions snapping at each other and trying to lay claim on an area as their own.

As years passed you and Conner didn’t grow closer, though the want in your chest growing from just a need to be near each other to a deep gut warming lust. Your first wet dream was about Conner, and Conners mind always went to you when he was pleasuring himself. You were both addicted to the others scent, regularly stealing clothes and dirty laundry. You regularly showed off to each other during missions or training, like a pair of peacocks showing off their feathers in hopes of attracting a mate. It was Megan who made this observation to your teammates, which then ended up becoming a regular thing they said, that you two were peacocking again.

It was late when you returned from a solo mission, having been sent on it alone as you were strong enough to complete it without issue. You could hear that all your teammates were asleep, or most were, it seemed like Conner was still awake and his heartbeat was raised, but you just scoffed and tried not to think about why his heartrate was higher in the middle of the night. It was harder than you liked to admit to force away the images of Conner pleasuring himself and calling out your name.

As you neared the locker room to clean up and change, a scent caught your nose and the want in your chest grew stronger, lust immediately pooling in your gut. It was the most delicious thing you had ever smelt, lust and musk filling your senses and leading you like a dog on a leash. As you entered the locker room you saw what had drawn you like a man under a spell.

There was Conner, naked as the day he was taken out of his pod, seated on one of the benches you regularly found in locker rooms like this one. He seemed completely lost in his own world as he almost desperately jerked his hard cock, the action created loud slick noises as his hips jolted off the wood of the bench and up into his fist. In his other hand he was holding something to his face, huffing it like it was a drug he needed to live.

You were able to clear your want filled brain enough to look closer at what he was holding, and it finally clicked when you recognized the colours. It was a pair of your boxers, the very pair you had thrown into the wash the other day. The want in your chest seemed to unfurl like a flower, heat pooling in your gut as the crotch of your hero suit grew extremely uncomfortable.

A deep rumble echoed from your chest, your hands digging into the doorway enough to leave finger sized indents as you started panting through your mouth, trying your hardest to taste the way Conners scent had filled the room. Conners head snapped in your direction, his pupils blown wide and hair a mess. The hand around his cock hadn’t stopped moving, he actually seemed to tighten his grip and quicken it as he noticed you looking.

Conner made a rumble in return to your own, his own kryptonian wants seeming to overpower him the same way it had you. He keened loudly as you were upon him like a wild beast, picking him up like he weighed nothing and slamming him up against the lockers, which creaked loudly and dented under your shared weight. Your lips met in a wild wet display, tongues clashing and teeth biting. He gave some fight for dominance, but as you grabbed his ass and spread him open so you could grind your still clothed cock against his hole the fight seemed to melt right out of you.

It was hard to tell how long you stood there humping each other, spit dribbling down your chins and covering Conners pecs and making them shiny and oh so enticing. Unable to resist you disconnected the kiss and attached your lips to his nipples, sucking at them like a starving baby finally given milk. His back arched and his thighs spread open wide, his weight only held by the grip you had on his ass. You couldn’t tell what language either of you were speaking, if it was English, kryptonian or something third, but he begged and keened for you. The want and need for each other was maddening, for it wasn’t just lust but something much deeper, so deep it felt like your souls were grasping at the other and intertwining.

Conner was soon thrown over the bench, his chest meets the wood, though he didn’t have much time to complain about your connection disappearing as you quickly found your mouth upon his hole. The noises Conner made couldn’t be classified as human, loud keens and purrs coming from deep in his chest, from an organ human didn’t possess, his hands gripping the bench hand enough to snap off part of the wood.

The crotch of your suit is soaked as you drip large amounts of precum in your briefs, your tongue running wet circles around Conners hole and burying itself in the tight pucker, spit running down the clone’s taint and down his balls. Conner can’t help but reach back and grab your hair, looking over his shoulder and arching his back at the sight you make, so deeply taken with eating him out and spreading him open.

A puddle of precum gathers under you as Conners length drips like a faucet, even without either of you touching it he feels like he’s about to burst. And he does when you sink two fingers inside him, Conner letting out a loud wail as he spills all over the floor, the puddle between his legs growing even larger and messier.

A loud pleased growl rings from your chest, the scent of your partner being satisfied only making you feel hotter, the want in your chest brightening even further. Quickly finishing in stretching Conner you scamper to your feet, not even feeling patient enough to take your suit off in the way it meant too. The sound of ripping fabric is heard as you tear your suit from the neck and down, the material catching around your knees as you push it down.

Conner moans as the smell of your musk and lust hits him, his hard length giving a spurt of arousal as his need for you grows even stronger, he wants you in every way, be it love and lust. Grabbing your length around the base you lead it to his hole, shivering in anticipation as you push it inside, groaning from deeply in your chest as the feeling of rightness fills you at being with Conner like this. The man under you moans, his eyes rolling back as he pushes his hips back to get you in further.

It takes a while for you to bottom out seeing as you are kryptonian, it means you are very big in a way that would make it hard for anyone to take you, but not Conner, its like he’s made for you. Your balls rest against his taint and Conner looks over his shoulder at you, his face flushed and sweaty in a way you wouldn’t normally see on a kryptonian.

Leaning down you place your hands on either side of him, digging your fingers into the bench to grip, and start thrusting. Had it been any other time you two might have thought of staying quiet, but the feeling of perfect and right that connects you being like this muffles the world around you. Your lips meet in a wet kiss as your hips speed up, the bench creaking in complaint at your powerful movements.

You both cum like this, Conner spilling even more on the floor as you fill him up until its dripping out of him, and mutually you moan loud enough it wouldn’t be a surprise if it woke all your teammates. But neither of you could care, as a bond between you snaps in place, new heat washing through the two of you as you flip Conner over, his legs wrapping around your waist and his arms wrapping around your neck as you start thrusting anew, loud slick noises filling the locker room once more as you use your own spend to ease the process.

Neither of you could tell exactly how long you were at it, as kryptonian libido is no joke. All you knew was that at some point the bench broke under your combined super strength, the lockers were dented beyond saving from doing it up against them, and the wall had finger shaped holes from where Conner had grasped at it as you filled him again and again.

You were both a shaking mess as the heat finally seemed to dim, leaving only a deep love thrumming between you. The two of you found yourselves on the floor, Conner cuddled up in your arms as you kissed and purred at each other, the want in your chests seeming more settled than ever before, it felt like everything was as it should be. Conner had asked if this meant you were boyfriends now, and you just chuckled and told him you sure hoped so. He only had time to jump on you and kiss you in joy at the knowledge you were together, when you both heard a loud shriek and sound of disgust.

Glancing at the door to the locker room you only just caught glimpse of Wally speeding away, and you soon heard him crying out in disgust to the rest of the team that you two had turned it into some kind of kryptonian mating dungeon. You both flushed with embarrassment, sharing one last love filled kiss before you quickly got to cleaning up as best as you could, though there wasn’t much you could do about the damage. It would take some explaining to do, but you hoped to avoid talk about just what you two had been up too, from Conners snickering you knew he thought the same, the knowledge would probably scar your teammates.

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Jewish Song of the Day Archive

Because we all know tumblr's search function and tags are useless! Will update with links as posts are added.

Original post/Ground rules

Olam Chesed Yibaneh - Matt Dubb

The Narrow Bridge - Nefesh Mountain

Yedid Nefesh - Josh Warshawsky

Eliyahu Hanavi - Matt Dubb

Modeh Ani - Tzemed Yeled

Piaseczna Niggun - Derech Achim

Karvah - Eitan Katz feat. Zusha

Tu Bishvat - Batya Levine

Adama ve Shamayim - ???

One Day - Koolulam

Sound of Silence [Yiddish] - Chaim Shlomo Mayesz

Bellida - LALA Tamar

Give Me One Prayer - Shmuel

Orayta - Victoria Hanna

Ani Maamin - Devorah Schwartz

Acheinu - Hadar

Park Ave Niggun - Joey Weisenberg

Am Yisrael Chai - (several :D)

Shir Shel Yom Rishon: Psalm 24 - Gad Elbaz

Shir Shel Yom Sheni: Psalm 48 - Ribi David Kadoch, z"l

Shir Shel Yom Shlishi: Psalm 82 - Tor Marquis

Shir Shel Yom Revii: Psalm 94 - multiple artists & Psalm 95 - Josh Warshawsky

Shir Shel Yom Chamishi: Psalm 81 - A.K.A. Pella

Shir Shel Yom Shishi: Psalm 93 - Josh Warshawsky

Nigun of the Month: Adar I - Nava Tehila

Lo Yisa Goy - Melita Doostan & Octopretzel

Modah Ani - Lahakat Hallel

Arbeter Froyen - Daniel Kahn

Ribono Shel Olam - Simcha Leiner

Tefilat Haderech - Marni Loffman

Avram Avinu - Arleen Ramirez and The Ladino Music Project; Kuando el Rey Nimrod - Farya Faraji (bonus additional version of Avram Avinu)

Miriam Haneviah - Rabbi Deborah Sacks Mintz

Borei Olam - Dovid Gabay

Yigdal - Our Siddur

Old Time Medley - Nefesh Mountain

Halev Sheli - Ishay Ribo

Ein Od Milvado - Avraham Fried & Tomer Adaddi

Dror Yikra - Rabbi Deborah Sacks Mintz

Evening Prayer - Ezra Furman

Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai - Matt Dubb

Ivri Anochi - Benny Friedman

Hana Mash Hu Al Yamin - A-WA

Lo Nirga - Avihai Hollender

Yismechu - Batya Levine

V'Shamru Nigun - Rabbi Deborah Sacks Mintz

Omed ba'Shaar - Lahakat Hallel

Milemala - Chaim Shlomo Mayesz

Machar - Mordechai Shapiro

Bashana Haba'ah - Melita and Isaac

Ante Abate - U-da/Yehuda Pardo

We Rise - Batya Levine

Lecha Dodi - Nava Tehila (two versions)

Vurka - Avrum Mordche

Mincha - Mendel Roth

Hashem Melech - Gad Elbaz & Nissim Black

Adon Olam - Kedmah

Guf Venshama - Yaakov Shwekey

Hakol Mishamayim - Mordechai Shapiro

Ana Bekoach - Lahakat Hallel

Ashrei - Pri Eitz Hadar/R' Shefa Gold

Va'ani Ashir Uzecha - Josh Warshawsky

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - TEN

“Mr. Blitzo”

“The O is silent…” Blitzø muttered as he climbed down from the examination table.

“I really don’t recommend leaving at this time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Blitzø was already putting his boots on, pretending to ignore the doctor. “Blah-bitty blah, against medical advice, blah-bitty blah, can’t be held accountable…”

“Well… yes, but…”

“Ok then I’m going,” Blitzø grabbed his jacket and headed to the door. “I have somewhere I need to be.”

“Sir!” The doctor tried to stop him.

Blitzø grabbed the door handle and stared the Doctor down. “Thanks for patching me up,” he threw the door open and limped out.

Blitzø swung his jacket on over his shoulders. It was better than carrying it. His arms were both bandaged and his right was in a sling so he couldn’t put anything on properly.

Blitzø stopped just outside the hospital doors.

Said I had somewhere to be. But I’m a f*cking liar. I don’t need to be anywhere. I’m not needed anywhere.

The doctor had given him some drugs to help with pain.

What pain? No pain left here. Just an empty shell. A fluffy, cotton-candy, dew-drop, pretty pastel pony… wait… the fuck was I thinking about?

Blitzø smacked his lips.

Some gooooood drugs el dock-tor gave me. Mhmm mhmm mmmhmmm

Blitzø’s head suddenly felt far too heavy for his neck and bobbed forward, then did a crunchy roll from left, to back, to right.

When his eyes stopped spinning, he noticed a billboard across the street. His eyes were blurred, but he made it out: “Get Your Own Fizzarolli Bot Today”.

Oooooh what a mouth on that thing….

He chuckled to himself while making a stupid face.

Hmmm…. Actually… There’s an idea!

“To Lust!” Blitzø shouted triumphantly.

I’ve got a clown to pick with that bone’s rooster f*cker… Wait… Is that right?

*****

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“My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts about grave robbers from outer space? Can you handle unspeakable horrors from outer space paralyzing the living and resurrecting the dead?”

On this day 65 years ago (22 July 1959), gloriously inept and twisted b-movie visionary Ed Wood Jr unleashed his much-ridiculed el cheapo sci fi horror thriller Plan 9 from Outer Space (original title: Grave Robbers from Outer Space) – frequently derided as the worst film ever made – on an unsuspecting and mostly oblivious public. Pictured: the dream team of cadaverous glamour ghoul Vampira (aka Maila Nurmi) and hulking Swedish wrestler Tor Johnson.