#especially when it comes out of nowhere

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou comes home and finds you burrowed under your favorite blankets, clad in only your underwear. He’s concerned at first, with the distant look in your eyes and how stiff your body is. But that’s when he takes you in—you’re under your comfort blanket, wearing the only undergarments that don’t upset you, playing the tunes that you always play whenever the world becomes too much. He blinks at you, before signing softly,

“Sensory overload?” He whispers, finds himself to be so small in this huge apartment, in front of you. He makes himself tiny, defenseless, quiet and reserved, and it’s what makes your eyes finally shift over to him. You sniffle once and nod stiffly, but that’s all he needs.

Bakugou makes quick use of discarding his clothing, vowing to shower later and wash the sheets before bed. He turns off the overhead light and puts on the ambience lighting for the room, turns the fan on low, closes the windows. Then he crawls under the sheets, doesn’t invade inside your blanket, and lays close. He doesn’t say anything, but you hear him loud snd clear.

I’m here for you when you’re ready.

It takes only a few minutes before you shift and turn, crawling on top of him without a word. He wraps an arm around your waist, the other smoothing down your hair. He pulls your phone closer so that the noise doesn’t sound so hallow where it tangles in the sheets, and kisses your temple once. You’re quiet for a long while before you whisper into the juncture of his neck,

“I’m sorry I’m like this. I’ll get better.” And it makes his heart ache more than he cares to admit. He knows he might overwhelm you with his words, his attitude to your apology for just being you. So he settles for squeezing you briefly, kissing your temples again.

“Don’t apologize, and don’t rush getting better. I’ll be there for you every step, no matter what. You hear me?” He tries to keep the scolding from his tone, especially when he feels you curling in on yourself more. But you nod, pressing your lips softly to his warm flesh.

“I love you. Don’t forget that.” He tells you, eyes closing as he feels the long day starting to catch up to him. You nod again, lids falling heavy as you can finally let go of the stressors that plague you, even if only for a moment.

“I love you.”

[scoriarose]

The Language of Love

If you are already convinced snakes are incapable of love, this post is not for you. But if you are open to the possibility that maybe they do, and maybe they love us too, this post explores that thought. Perhaps snakes feel it differently, perhaps they feel it the same humans do- though even humans experience love, be it platonic or romantic, differently from individual to individual. Different people also show their love in different ways as well! Yet still even with a divide between species most of us have felt love from our furry and feathered friends. Perhaps our scaly friends are also telling us they love us, we just might not understand.

When I first got my girl Scoria, if I could tell her only one thing it would be, "I love you." When I held her, I wondered if she understood how much I cared about her, and would do anything to protect her. When I pet her, I wondered if she knew how amazing I thought she was and enjoyed spending time with her.

And then I started watching livestreams of wild snakes, and how they act toward each other. (The above still is from Project Rattle Cam!) When the babies see a trusted adult, they slither all over them! How many times had my girl happily slithered all over me going no where in particular? I imagine that my finger petting her soft as a feather was probably quite similar to another snake greeting her in such a way.

Sakura is much more shy, yet wants to form a bond with me. I see it when she fights her fear to vibe with me. Sometimes she'll sit for hours at the edge of her tank nearest me, not wanting to come out, but just be near me.

Snakes like rattlesnakes and garter snakes will vibe peacefully with each other, with baby rattlesnakes sleeping near the adult rattlesnakes they trust to keep them safe.

Perhaps, when our shy snakes sits with us, facing their fears they're saying, "I'm scared, but I want to be closer with you." And maybe when our snakes slither all over us, going nowhere in particular, like their wild counterparts do with each other they're saying, "I'm so happy to see you! You're my favorite to be with!" I wonder if they could tell us one thing it would be "I love you, best friend!" And it's okay, best friend. I love you too, and already know. <3

[ratatatastic]

"And to follow up on Niko Mikkola...his sense of humour with him, like, maybe—lot of people don't talk—like, last night he was like, you know, he "woke Bobby up," or whatever. "Good thing Bob was awake—"

"He's a great personality and I've said this kinda during the year. And we've, you know, I mean we're always—...I was gonna say, "It'd be great if you guys could spend a lot of time with him," but then we spend a lot of time trying to make sure you guys don't spend too much time with our guys, so, there goes—so, forget that! But, he is an incredibly interesting guy. What's great is when he's coming to the bench... if there's something that's broken down, and I'm not sure if he's screaming in Finnish or it's in English, but it is funny as hell! And it's consistent. So, he plays really high-energy level. A lot of times these kinda big, lanky guys are... you don't really think they're moving that fast, but they are! He looks like he's getting across the ice, and, you know, he competes hard. That's what we like the most of him, but he talks at a high-energy level, too, on the bench. And that's great, right? We have some quiet players on our bench, and that's fine, that's who they are. But, those guys like Mikkola, who's got—nobody knows—Well there's four other Finnish guys knowing what he's saying, but nobody else knows what he's saying.

paul loves all his rascals and it is a joy to hear his takes on them its mikksys turn now!

media availability | 6.11.24 (x)

also if you want to see the moment mikksy is talking about in the interviews linked above because it is genuinely bonkers 10 or so seconds of hockey: here it is

[ilynpilled]

idk why this fandom is so insecure about actually disagreeing on some things with george. like ofc i get it hes the author and ofc he has immense authority on his text but lol this is art. if you have ur opinion that u can substantiate and doesn’t require misconstruing and deliberately misinterpreting/making shit up why are u so desperate for his validation. and its usually silly shit too

[burningfaith]

next month me and my grandma are going to visit my godfather who lives in Spain, but instead of being excited (it's gonna be my second time abroad in my life) I'm anxious af, because even though I'm an adult I live with my parents and I need to tell my father about it. normal parents would - y'know - be happy that their children have opportunity to visit another country, but instead he's gonna be insufferable about it, because it's my mom's side of family and he despises my uncle. but what is he gonna do? kick me out of the house even though he promised that as long as I'm studying or working I don't need to worry about such thing, humiliate me as usual, tell me that I'm childish and spoiled or make my mom's life a living hell again? I'm aware of the fact that the longer I'm putting it off the worse his reaction is gonna be, but I'm just not mentally able to tell him that, because I don't know how he will react. I don't need any money from him, I don't have to use my phone during this trip (I dunno how the roaming and stuff work), I just want to be sure he's gonna behave like a proper human being towards my mom and my siblings when I won't be at home and not act like a total asshole while talking with me about it.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello love! May i ask for a spicy one but this time Gil teases Thena and gets it back at her. 🩷

Thena glares at Gil as he picks up the phone.

"What?" he growls into it. "Right...yes."

Thena goes so far as to cross her arms at him, raising her brows. Is this really the time?

He chuckles, resuming what he was doing while still on the call. "No, I can talk."

Thena slaps her hand over her mouth as he resumes thrusting, literally completely inside of her as he takes the business call. This is revenge for earlier that morning.

"Right," he grunts, only sounding slightly out of breath as he continues to move his hips against hers, their skin slapping together as he fucks her on top of his desk. He looks down at her, "I'm not available right this second."

Thena glares at him more, but then he hits that sweet spot and she has to close her eyes because fuck! She tries to sit up and support herself with her elbows but that takes too much energy.

Gil moves his hands and pounds into her even harder, "hang on."

She puts both hands over her mouth as she lets out a loud mix of both a moan and a curse. Fuck this man. He moves with that same intensity until he knows damn well that she's getting close to coming. Then, in a flash, he's out of her.

"What was that?" he asks into the phone, completely absurdly with his suit jacket still on and his cock out and rock hard. "Yes, I see."

Thena slams her fists on his desk at the absence of him. She will get him for this. She sits up again, panting for breath and flushed scarlet rouge. "Get back here."

This man - this complete bastard - holds up a finger to shush her with a wink and the cockiest smirk she has ever seen. He is having far too much fun with this.

"Uh-huh, yes," he continues on in his conversation as he comes closer again. "Right."

Thena moans loudly as he kisses her, hoping that it will urge him to put the fucking phone down and resume fucking his impatient partner.

But Gil holds the phone away from them, dampening the sound of her pleasure for those who aren't privy. When he pulls away from her he brings the phone back, "walk me through that part again?"

Thena bares her teeth at him, ready to take matters into her own hands and tell whomever is on the other end of that call that they are keeping her from a very important orgasm.

Gil half turns away, only for his fingers to immediately resume what work he had been doing before. "Right."

Thena moans again, leaning back on his desk with her breasts settling in her new position. This is the kind of thing she used to dream about. Back when she hadn't been working for him for long, and then she would avoid him so her boss wouldn't somehow find out she was having positively filthy sex dreams about him.

"I think that's reasonable," he continues to speak so normally as he hooks his fingers inside of her, stroking that spot with ease. "It's a perfectly acceptable proposal."

"Fuck," she whimpers as, once again, he drags her all the way to the edge before stopping. She could scream, "Gil!"

"Sweetheart," he puts the phone to his shoulder and croons at her, "not much longer--promise."

Fuck this man.

Thena bites her lip. She's so close. She's been close since the moment he called her into his office and proceeded to kiss her until she couldn't think. When he first bent her over his desk and then helped her lie back on it, tits out, skirt hauled up to her waist.

"Hm," Gil pulls his hand back and licks his fingers one by one, "hmmmm."

Thena tries to kick at him, but he catches her ankle and hooks it into the crook of his elbow. He's enjoying the view; she flushes scarlet.

"Let me see," he chuckles into the phone again before turning to face her. He braces himself on the table again. "I'll get back to you."

Thena lets out a shriek as he drops the phone receiver down the same moment he pushes into her again. "Fuck!"

"When did you become so impatient, Naekkeo?"

"Fuck you," she snarls, and sounds just like him when she does. But she's so wound up, and she wants to come so bad. "You owe me."

"On the contrary, Yeobo," he pulls her hips so he can angle himself better. "This is payback for this morning. Now, we're even."

Oh, they would not be even for a long time for this.

"Fuck, Gil, please," she whimpers, positively feverish with need for him. She reaches for his hand, and not only does he hold it, he also uses it for leverage to fuck her even harder. "I wanna come!"

He all but roars as he pounds into her, their hips meeting in a hard and messy conjoining of bodies writhing together. "Fuck!"

Thena comes first, finally free after a very drawn out lead up to her crescendo. Warmth engulfs her completely and she finally lets go of everything that had been coiling within her. She flops back down to the leather deskmat beneath her, hair everywhere, completely exposed. She feels amazing.

Fuck--this man.

Gil comes barely seconds after, hunching over her and his hips giving a last few jerks as he lets his own ecstasy overtake him. He leans over her until he's close enough to kiss her, both of them kissing and gasping for air on different rhythms.

Thena moans as he slips out of her. His office is going to be a mess (and reek of sex for hours). She finally pries her eyes open just to stare at his ceiling. "Fuck."

"Yeah," he agrees, laughing faintly.

She huffs, slapping his shoulder. "It's not funny."

"It's a little funny."

"Gil!"

"Sorry baby," he chuckles, kissing her temple and then down her cheek and neck. "Couldn't resist--and hey, now you know what you put me through this morning."

Thena grumbles as he pulls her up (knowing her core doesn't have the strength in it for her to do it herself at the moment). She nuzzles into his shoulder, "I think you did far worse."

"I think we're even," he refutes, letting her lean on him as he first pulls her bra back on for her, then buttons up her cardigan again.

She grumbles, "I'm sweaty."

He fluffs her hair out for her and kisses her other cheek, "you're glowing and beautiful and perfect."

Fuck, this man; Thena rolls her eyes, pushing at his chest to try and sit up straight on her own. She wobbles a bit, but she does it. "The work day is not exactly over."

"Yeah, but at least I don't have any more meetings," he grins as he fixes his own appearance as well. "Or conference calls."

Thena pouts at him as she straightens herself out a little more, including getting her stockings hooked to her garter belt again. "I should hope not."

Gil helps her off his desk, her knees wobbling faintly as her heels hit the floor. He holds her gently, letting her stand up out of his grasp when she's ready. "Hey."

Thena smiles into his soft and sweet kiss, much more her househusband than her boss. She pats his chest, "you're not out of trouble yet."

"Save it for home, vixen," he both teases and agrees, pulling the hand up from his chest and to his lips. "And ask cleaning to do an extra thorough detailing in here tonight?"

She doesn't look forward to that. It's ridiculous, but she feels like cleaning has some way of knowing what they've been up to in here.

"And Thena?"

"Hm?" she looks over her shoulder a step and a half away from where they were just fucking like animals. She's combing her fingers through her hair and he's collecting his stray papers.

Gil crosses the distance to kiss her again with his sweet, househusband smile, "I love you."

She gives him another little kiss--a truly domestic exchange of affection after a very wild 'meeting' in the middle of the day. "I love you, too."

[thats-my-passion-right-there]

I finally saw the mean girls musical (the movie one) I have so many fucking thoughts oh my god

[saintlesbian]

love how my shitty health insurance chose THE perfect time to expire. just really impeccable timing

[queencvbra]

I am. So so scared about that they're doing with Tory this season lol.

[theghostofashton]

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[hippogrifffeathers]

just been thinking about the sallow twins lately and how absolutely damaging it must have been for sebastian to deal with being compared to his parents so often, especially if anne hadn't been

like, as twins every little difference between you both can feel like a chasm- because so often you're lumped together in people's minds- meaning every difference between you feels amplified so, the possibility of anne and seb being raised slightly differently ever since solomon took them in has got me hooked

given solomon's obvious inability to confront and cope with his feelings in a healthy way, and the spiteful comments he's made about his deceased brother in-game, it's not implausible to suggest he's been dealing with the grief of losing his brother in a maladaptive way, and projecting those negative feelings onto sebastian, likely since taking anne and seb in

going the step further here, and suggesting it was only sebastian who had dealt with this, would mean that anne never had the same negative experiences with solomon as her brother did, so maybe she doesn't quite 'get it'- what sebastian is going through

leading to increased tensions and animosity between solomon and sebastian, and anne not really being able to understand or empathise with her brother's position

also, from this i'd suggest that sebastian internalised and now eminates more of his parents, specifically his father, than anne does. solomon calls him his 'reckless brother's son' so much that sebastian is more reckless, loves to learn not just because it was how he was raised and it's part of who he is, but because it helps him feel closer to his parents

[spideyhexx]

just want yall to know writing smut in long form fic format is HARD

[visdiefje]

It's so wild and refreshing to me to want to be HERE. In my country. In my general area. Where I am

[blackjackkent]

So, what Rakha really wants to do right now is go kill the people hunting Karlach, because they don't have anything else that would qualify as a direct plan other than the creche, and the "paladins" are closer. However, I happen to know that the paladins are level five and Rakha is level 2 and could be knocked over by a stiff breeze, so I think a better bet is a more full exploration of the Emerald Grove first.

I'm guessing that this is the result of a concerted effort on Wyll and Shadowheart's part, primarily - Wyll already knows the people of the grove and Shadowheart has fixated on Halsin as a useful lead. Gale doesn't seem to have any specific plan in mind and, left to their own devices, Lae'zel would already be heading for the creche and Rakha and Karlach would be after the paladins. But between them, Shadowheart and Wyll manage to convince everyone that at least TALKING to the healer in the grove would be a useful start before everyone goes off half-cocked.

Amused because I stopped in to talk to Zevlor and got a disapproval from Wyll purely for leaving the conversation without asking the question about whether the ritual could be stopped. XD Sorry, Wyll. I swear we'll get to a point where you like Rakha, somehow, but I doubt sincerely we're there yet.

Speaking of the ritual, down we go to the grove proper - with a quick stop to talk to the teeth-ling kids.

"Whoa. Hey! Can't say I've ever seen someone like you before."

Without preamble, he shows his hands to her, empty. Then a quick flick of the wrist, and suddenly he's holding out a tarnished gold ring between his fingers.

"Go on," he says cheerfully. "Take this ring. It's lucky."

Rakha, who has very little context for anything she experiences, has never seen slight-of-hand magic done before, nor is she familiar with the concept of a con man. So she watches this little display and is immediately fascinated. Magic - but with no surge of that visible tapestry around the boy, the network of power that Gale calls the Weave.

How?

"That was a fancy trick," she says slowly.

His eyes narrow and something subtle shifts in his expression, a flash of interest. "You haven't seen anything yet, lady," he says dryly. "Go on - take the ring and watch your fortune change!"

Take the ring.

She takes it and looks at it carefully. There is no magic on the ring either, nothing that she can sense. But the boy looks up at her earnestly as he draws a coin from his pocket. "Call it! Heads or tails."

She blinks at him, puzzled by the question.

Pocket the ring.

"Hey, hold on!" the boy cries at once. "You gotta pay for that!"

She does? She withdraws the ring out of her pocket again and squints at the boy, incredibly baffled by the entire situation.

("The boy seeks to deceive you," Lae'zel says impatiently under her breath. "His magic is mundanity. The ring likely the same."

Wyll sighs. "Be kind, the both of you. He wants to show you a trick, that's all. Let him flip the coin.")

Rakha's eyes narrow. She stands there with the ring sitting on her palm and feels foolish. "It's only a joke," she says slowly after a long silence and trying to sort through the words from her companions. "Go on... flip your coin." If anything, she is curious to learn what that means.

"Real sweet sense of humor you got there, chum." The boy looks as if he's starting to regret his choice of mark, but he presses on gamely. "Anyway, you gotta call before the flip. Heads or tails."

A long pause. "Heads?" Rakha says cautiously.

The boy grins, tosses the coin in the air, catches it, and then shows her the side with the head facing up. "Heads it is!" he crows. "See? That's the kinda luck you get from just one of my lucky rings! I've got more where that came from. Real cheap, too. Interested?"

Rakha is starting to understand the situation now that she has seen it play out, and her lips twitch with irritation. [SORCERER] "If there was magic in this ring, I'd have felt it," she says bluntly. "It's nothing but junk."

The boy flinches and raises his hands defensively. "Not so loud!" he hisses. "You caught me, all right? They're not lucky rings." His eyes grow wide, his expression twisting with sudden, exaggerated pathos. "I'm just... trying to earn money for my family," he whimpers. "My father left and my mother... she's so sick. I wish I had better things to sell than... trinkets, but it's all I have!"

Rakha squints. The shift in tone is abrupt enough that she is certain it's disingenuous and that Lae'zel is right - the boy is making a fool of her. There is nothing of value here.

Wordlessly she shoves the ring back in the boy's face.

Return the ring and leave.

[glamfellens]

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[like-sands-of-time]

I wonder what ani and padmé would have been like as parents to Luke and Leia, and later grandparents to Ben. Like I don't have any great developed thoughts on that whole au concept I just do love the thought. Ben has so much impressive family, and a lot of uncles and aunts to look up to. If a lot of things had gone a lot differently, idk how, and padmé and ani got to grow older and stronger together, if Ben were to have his grandfather not only as a legend but as a person to hold him and tell him stories, I wonder what that would have been like.