#eyes 145

[clairedsfield]

ep. 145 | 10.09.2024

[twelvefifteencomic]

145 - Smooch!

[themagnustournament]

Round One Part Four - Match 30

I feel like we've had a lot of Agnes statements in the list recently... A conspiracy? Probably not. In the other corner, we have a surprising combination: the Eye and body horror that's not just eyes everywhere.

MAG 145 - Infectious Doubts | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Arthur Nolan regarding the life and death of Agnes Montague.

MAG 194 - Parting | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Considerations of observation. Recorded by The Archivist in Situ.

[baysee]

every day i discover spore merch I’ve never heard of

[revvywevvy]

hahahaha omg pyrrha Ω ur so strong and sexy ahaha,,,,,, you should totally slaughter all my enemies and hold me in ur strong warm embrace after ahahaha,,,,,,,,,,,,,, that'd be so poggers

[everymeloneveryday]

chapter 145 page 15

[the-cinnamon-snail]

I look too much like both of my parents and act too much like them as well.

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[koushirouizumi]

Advisory: Cat 4-- m E: Oh thank GD it weakened even a BIT---

[dexthberry]

Started watching the vampire diaries a few days ago and quickly realized it is quite literally the shit on Damon show (I'm early season 2)

[frigidwife]

ALL EYES ON GAZA! more palestinian campaigns in urgent need of support!!

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[mohammed-alhabil]

URGENT HELP 🙏

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Hi! I'm Mohammed Al-Habil,31 years old. I have a family of 3 members.

I'm from Gaza but I've got displaced so many times from Gaza. I've got injured in the first week of this ongoing war, since that time I've been forced to leave my home to UNRWA center as a shelter. The nightmare hasn't finished, my dad has got killed in the fourth month of the war, leaving my mum and two sisters so we've taken responsibility of them in addition to my family.

This nightmare "war" has taken everything, my dad, my work, my belongings, my home which has been destroyed, my peaceful life, my peace of mind, everything!

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I've faced so many diseases including hepatitis and viral infection "causing fever" due to unhealthy food and environment. The food we eat is canned food although it is unhealthy and expensive.

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[rileyslibrary]

This or That

A/N: It’s been a while since I made Ghost flustered. Fluff. Self-indulgent. (Render by @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot)

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“Movies or series?” You ask.

“Movies.” He replies instantly.

“Why?”

He shifts his gaze from the scope of his sniper rifle and looks at you.

“You said the game is called this or that,” he states with a low voice. “You didn’t mention anything about me having to justify my choices.”

“Just curious.” You reply, shrugging.

He turns his attention back to the scope and shuts one eye. “Because you finish them within two, maybe three hours max.” He explains.

“Efficient, even in your leisure time, eh Lt.?”

He clicks his tongue. You wait for him to ask you back, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s too focused to bother.

“Well, I prefer-”

“Series.” He interrupts you. “I know.”

“How?”

“I know you binge-watch them late at night.”

“How do you kn-”

“And then struggle to stay awake the next morning.”

You widen your eyes and inhale through gritted teeth. “That obvious, huh?”

He chuckles and murmurs a ‘mhm’ while looking at the distant building.

A message pops up on your laptop’s screen. Kate.

“Laswell says your target is on his way; she’ll let us know when he’s getting closer,” you inform him. “Vanilla or strawberry ice cream?”

“Neither.” He replies sternly. “Boring flavours.”

“Touché.” You agree, tilting your head to the side and shrugging one of your shoulders.

He lets out another chuckle, this time shorter and readjusts his grip on the trigger.

“Any other movement in the area?” He asks, making a subtle head nod towards your laptop.

“Negative, sir,” you reply. “Drone feed is clear.”

“Good; give me another,” he orders.

“Alright,” you say and clear your throat. “Soap or Price?”

He rapidly shakes his head and turns to look at you. “What in the world is that question?” he asks with narrowed eyes.

“If you had to spend a day with either of them, not on a mission,” you explain. “Would you prefer it to be with Soap or with Price?”

He rolls his eyes and exhales slowly. “Price,” he finally mutters.

“What about Gaz or Price?”

“Price.”

“Me or-”

“Price.”

“Why?”

“For the same fucking reason I said Price the first two times,” he replies, annoyed, and resumes his surveillance through the scope.

You both fall quiet. You absently fiddle with the straps of your tactical vest, monitoring the drone’s feed on the laptop in front of you.

“What about yourself?” He asks, breaking the silence. “Soap or Price?”

“You.”

“That wasn’t the question.”

“That is my answer.” You murmur, shrugging.

You catch him out of the corner of your eye as he slowly turns to look at you. You don’t dare to meet his gaze. You feel your cheeks burning; you must be as red as a beet now. You reach for a strand of your hair, untucking it from behind your ear and letting it fall to the side of your face, using it as a curtain to hide your embarrassment. You inch closer to the laptop, but he follows your every move.

“Target spotted four kilometres away,” you state, hoping to divert his attention. “We have approximately fifteen minutes.”

“Fuck,” he swears and punches the roof you are both perched on. He shuts both eyes, lowers his head, and takes a few deep breaths.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, urgently. “Everything alright?”

“Be quiet for a moment, will you?” He murmurs and checks his watch.

“Lt, target’s not supposed to be here for the next fifteen min-”

“You shouldn’t be doing that.” He states and taps the digital screen.

“Do what?” You ask puzzled.

“Playing games while we have a target to eliminate,” he snaps and shakes his wrist.

You peek at the watch; he’s measuring his heart rate.

“How much?” You ask.

“145 beats per minute,” he replies as he takes a few more deep breaths to refocus. “Now cut the games, and let’s finish the job.”

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[shouyuus]

Hi hi I saw Zayne’s secret times for affinity 145 and I can’t stop thinking about him calling us “good girl” asdfljwkjwj so I have a suggestion for a smut with praise and just lots of love!!! This could be for your 30 event but it’s just a suggestion you can save for later maybe <3

30 under 30 bday event! (now closed!)

乖猫 (good kitty)

zayne; smut/fluff; i have... so much to say about zayne calling mc/reader "乖" u have NO IDEA

─── 黎深 “GOOD GIRL”, the words simmer through you like pale fire, sending tingles ricocheting up and down your spine, right into the tips of your fingers and toes. And with eyes like his, it’s impossible to think that he might’ve missed the way you’d stiffened, before going silken in his arms.

Zayne’s eyebrows quirk, his eyes shining like pearls in the new-moon dark.

You whine as he cocks his head, his hips stilling as he stares down at you.

“Z-Zayne —” you squirm, squeezing down around him as you flex your thighs on either side of his hips, jerking your hips up to simulate something close to the friction of his cock dragging inside you. It’s not enough, but it still makes his breath hitch and he chuckles nodding.

“A-alright… message received —” he lets out a breath before thrusting back into you, your head tilting back as your nails dig into his shoulders. “You’re being such a good girl for me…” he bends down to whisper by your hear, making your eyes flutter shut with the pleasure, a gasp tearing itself from your throat.

“Mm… so that’s it…” he says, pulling back slightly, even as you bite your lips and try your best to frown. It’s difficult, what with him fucking his cock into you like he is, deep and slow and determined.

“I — I don’t know what you’re talking a-about — ah —” your breath catches as he shifts back to adjust his angle, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles around your hipbones before tugging you halfway down the bed to fold you in half.

He leans down to trail his lips along your collarbones, “You’re a good girl… but not a very good liar, hm?”

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[my-castles-crumbling]

source - Jegulus - September 30th - @stag-microfic - word count: 145

"Y'know...I heard an interesting story the other day," James said, smirking to himself as he sat next to Regulus, grabbing his hand to link their fingers together.

"Do I dare ask?" Regulus scoffed, but he was smiling softly as well.

"I heard that last year, when we all met up at Hogsmeade together, you tripped Barty so we'd end up sitting near each other at the Three Broomsticks," James drawled, shooting Regulus a smug grin.

But Regulus couldn't give in that easily. Even if it was completely true. "Bullshit. Who's your source?" he asked, eyes narrowed, keeping his face carefully blank.

"Pandora," James beamed. Because he knew he'd won. Pandora never lied.

Defeated, Regulus sighed. "I'm going to kill her."

However, James seems unphased by the vague threat. "Fancied me for that long, eh, Reggie?" he grinned.

Regulus could only elbow him as he blushed.

[wolfchanw]

Kitten update time! Banana and Dragonfruit continue to eat, poop, sleep, and grow. They’re small for their age but robust and plump. Dragonfruit’s undercarriage remains enigmatic. We will be going in to see the vet again Tuesday so I’ll ask for another opinion.

Cantaloupe. Ah, Cantaloupe. People love to throw the word “runt” around when a puppy or kitten is the smallest of a group, but in my 17 years of fostering, Cantaloupe is the first true runt I have had in my care.

She weighs 100 grams to her siblings’ 145. She is noticeably weaker, and has a persistent potbellied look. She saw the vet today and started a new medication. If I can get her pat her first few weeks we can run some more tests to find out exactly what is causing her to be so small.

The GOOD news is that this girl wants to LIVE. If I’m late with the bottle, she screams and rattles the front of the carrier. She doesn’t latch well but she eats fine with some help. She went almost a week with no weight gain at all but it appears to be creeping up now.

They also all opened their eyes! I shall attempt to get actual photos of faces tomorrow. They are very active so I may need to recruit another set of hands.