#food for thought!

[achillesangst]

Thinking retrospectively about how much of a fucking dumbass Ed is in season 1 lmao

[lem0nademouth]

i know y’all are gonna hate this but you cannot make progress without talking to people who don’t agree with you. yes, this includes your racist uncle and your xenophobic neighbor and your misogynistic brother in law. conservatives feed off of people’s isolation and disconnection to draw them in - do not give in to the impulse to further isolate and disconnect. use your better judgement and put your safety first. but also remember that your neighbor is your neighbor whether you like it or not.

progressives do not materialize out of nowhere. community is not selective. there will be no glorious revolution. every single person is a human being worthy of human rights. practice what you fucking preach and be kind even when you want to be cruel.

[maxanor]

i don’t even think flint was that into thomas i just think thomas was the only gay man he knew

[wearenemies]

it’s like i always say. if you’re not peteing your rick you’re fucked up and sick

[dameaylins]

Nesta's chest tightened, but she refused to think of it, acknowledge it. Elain was a like a dog, loyal to whatever master kept her fed and in comfort.

Nesta's throat constricted, and she surveyed the swaying cherry blossoms overhead. Elain would love this place. So many flowers, all in bloom, so much green- the light, vibrant green of new grass- so many birds singing and such warm, buttery sunshine. Nesta felt like a storm cloud standing amid it all. But Elain... The Spring Court had been made for someone like her.

Nesta was wrong, Cassian realized, to think Elain as loyal and loving as a dog. Elain saw every single thing Nesta had done, and understood why.

hm. anyway!

[swordbreakerz]

Late night aro musing: the current couples tiktok trend (its p cute actually) is 2 slides and the first is labeled 'casual stuff me and my partner did before we got together' and then the second slide either has something unhinged like 'moved in together' or 'nothing, we uhauled' or something like that, and it got me thinking about how I rly can't participate in smth like that (not that I want or need to, I dont post stuff on there but it's the principle of the thing) because all of my relationships are so nontraditional, there isn't a clear Before and After divide like that, and it's kind of wild how so many cutesy posting trends for couples are so geared towards allos. I'm not rly feeling any kind of way about it I'm just thinkin

[randomingoftherandomness]

Ziyu may or may not want to do "things" with Jin Fang but he has no idea of how it works with men, so he gathers all his courage and asks Shangjue and Yuanzhi.

He definitely didn't expect a practice lesson.

I was waiting for a prompt like this ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

Tags: Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi, Jin Fan x Gong Ziyu, Consensual Exhibitionism, Consensual Voyeurism, Handjobs, Anal Sex, Rimming, Kissing, God there's so much kissing here, Shangjue just wants to love his little wife right, Teaching, Gege's practical and effective guide to your first time with a man, Fluffier than expected

🌶️🍋🌶️🍋🌶️🍋🌶️🍋

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Jin Fan knocks his knee against Ziyu’s, pushing, shoving a little until Ziyu pushes back, bumping him knee to thigh.

His soft laughter soothes the rapid beating of his heart and for a moment, Ziyu feels his shoulders relax, and every ounce of trepidation that had clung to his skin since the moment he had sat down for tea with Shangjue sloughs off him so easily at the way Jin Fan is smiling reassuringly at him.

They're here for themselves, after all.

"Shall we begin?"

The words ring through the night hush of the room like the shot of an arrow, and Ziyu cannot help the instinctive urge to sit up and pay attention to where Shangjue is guiding a sheepish-looking Yuanzhi onto the bed. They're both dressed in their black robes with the paired gold threaded floral embroideries. As they take their place on the bed, Shangjue reaches over to carefully caress Yuanzhi's cheek.

"We can stop at any time. You just need to say it," Shangjue says, softly smiling when Yuanzhi rubs his face into his touch. "You don't have to think about what I want or what Zhiren wants. Just tell us and we will listen."

Yuanzhi merely ducks his head, tilting a little to kiss the inside of Shangjue's wrist.

Like this, Ziyu can see what he misses in the light of day.

Sure, it is easy to joke about Shangjue gege having raised a little wife in his backyard. It's even easier to call Yuanzhi his perfect little lapdog, shaped and sharpened to do Shangjue's bidding and will. But Ziyu reckons few will ever be privileged enough to see how Shangjue himself is equally just as besotted by Yuanzhi, looking at Didi like he's all his wants and needs made real in a person.

It's quite beautiful, really, to be privy to this. He is grateful that they've built enough of a foundation to warrant such a level of trust by Shangjue this side of himself and Yuanzhi didi with Ziyu.

Jin Fan slides his hand into Ziyu's and it's enough to anchor himself to the present. He gives him a small smile, shifting closer until they are pressed closer still and he can feel the heat of the man's body seep through their casual clothes.

A soft sigh draws their attention back to the couple on the bed. Shangjue is gently kissing Yuanzhi's neck, giggling a little when Yuanzhi shivers under his lips. Ticklish, it seems. His hands are on Didi's slender waist, holding him fast as he pushes him onto his back.

There's a sense of submission in the way Yuanzhi keeps his hands above his head, holding on to the bed frame as Shangjue leans back far enough to run his hands under his robes, rucking it back until the candlelight dances on the creamy pale skin of Didi's thighs.

With a slow and playful touch to Yuanzhi's belly, which he protests with a whine, Shangjue kisses him again until he is pliant and languid under him. The belt is undone and reverently tugged loose.

Ziyu wonders how long has this been going on. Years, by the look of it; a lifetime for people like them, if the devotion that exists between the two is to be believed. He wonders when brotherly affection gave way to romantic attraction, or whether that has always been the case from the beginning. Ziyu remembers how obsessed Yuanzhi had been with Shangjue as a child. Perhaps, upon looking back on the past, Shangjue had reciprocated that possessiveness with a brand of his own.

"Zhiren, pay attention."

Shangjue is smirking at his blush, not helped is the way Jin Fan seems to be shaking with suppressed laughter next to him. Ziyu laments surrounding himself with terrible people.

"Jin Fan, you too."

His Jade Guardian stiffens and ZIyu stifles his own giggle.

Yuanzhi and Shangjue are kissing again. It must be a thing for them and Ziyu thinks he might like that too. Jin Fan's hand slips away, but only to have it palm to his thigh, fingertips sliding over the fold of his robe. Ziyu sucks in a breath. Almost as a response to the fire sparking up in the depths of his belly, he parts his legs, feeling a frisson of desire starburst up his spine when Jin Fan moves his hand under his robes.

Ziyu keeps his eyes looking forward.

Shangjue fully undresses Yuanzhi by the time he actually pulls his wits back around him. Unwrapping him like a precious treasure, Shangjue sits on his haunches, reaching down to hold Yuanzhi by the back of his thighs and pushing them until Yuanzhi can hold them up for him.

"The first thing you should remember is to not be afraid of telling your partner what you want. Where you want them to touch and kiss," Shangjue instructs. Pouring out some oil onto his thumb, he rubs it over his index and middle fingers. "You should also leave your lover some room to experiment. To explore what they could possibly be into."

Dripping more oil onto Yuanzhi's cock at half-mast, the moan from the younger man that coils through the air is enough to have Ziyu jolting, hips rocking into Jin Fan's touch over the front of his inner trousers.

He can feel himself throbbing. Can Jin Fan feel it too?

"You could always use toys to prepare yourselves..." Shangjue stops, cocking his head at Ziyu, lips twitching at the way he's desperately rutting in time to the way Jin Fan is fondling his balls.

"Seems like Jade Guardian Jin Fan knows a thing or two about the pleasures of this nature."

Jin Fan's breath is thick and hot when he leans in, without looking away from Ziyu's gaze, he says, "You get bored in the barracks sometimes."

"You--!"

"You didn't ask." Jin Fan brushes his lips, teeth scraping over jaw. "I didn't tell."

Ziyu thinks his brain shorts out a little when he feels pressure pressed to the secret place behind his testicles. "Take it off," Ziyu whispers to Jin Fan. "Please."

The plea seems to be the ticket, because Jin Fan is hauling him into his arms and seating him on his lap. With clumsy hands, he pulls his trousers off, reaching down to spread his legs, and pushing the front of his robes open.

"Pretty..."

"Please keep watching, Zhiren," Shangjue says, voice thick with silent laughter as Jin Fan continues to wrap his hands around Ziyu's shaft.

Ziyu thinks that they’re out to get him. All their goodwill is an illusion. Old grudges have not been settled and they’re clearing out their accounts with him.

"Second Young Master said to keep watching, Zhiren," Jin Fan murmurs against the shell of his ear. Ziyu shivers in his arms, clamping down on Jin Fan's arm, tilting his head back.

"When we're like this, I would hope that you can call me Ziyu." He says in a rush, licking his lips he spies the way Jin Fan's eyes go a little liquor-warm.

"Ziyu," Jin Fan tests the syllables on his tongue. Squeezing him gently, he leans in to kiss his temple. "Pay attention."

The couple on the bed have progressed to Yuanzhi being put onto his front, ass up, back arched and thighs shaking. Shangjue has stripped down to his waist, face buried between Yuanzhi's ass cheeks and is eating him out and Ziyu feels himself throb with a sudden sharp pang of desire.

Would Jin Fan want to do that for him? Would he even want to be the focus of such a singular attention?

Shangjue pulls back to run his hands over Yuanzhi's belly.

Ziyu watches as his older cousin kisses his way up Yuanzhi's spine, nuzzling against his shoulder, neck, and then, with a tenderness as he approaches, his cheek. Shangjue pulls him back against his chest, pressing kisses down his jaw, then slipping his tongue into his mouth.

It's mesmerizing.

The experience is compounded by the way Jin Fan is rubbing his thumb under his cockhead, gathering his precum from his slit, rubbing it down his length. Ziyu jerks in his touch, scalp going numb at the pleasured sweetness that shoots up his veins. Drool pools thick under his tongue as he pants, gripping hard on Jin Fan's arm around his waist.

He keeps his eyes on how Shangjue has repositioned Yuanzhi with him facing Ziyu and Jin Fan while he shuffles behind Yuanzhi, moving to crouch over his ass, thick cock angled down at Didi's rosy chrysanthemum.

"Gege," Yuanzhi calls out, lust dark eyes meeting Ziyu's. The title sets off fireworks in his belly, cock leaking harder as Jin Fan picks up on this and starts rolling his wrist and speeding up his hand. "Gege, are you watching?"

Shangjue sinks his cock into Yuanzhi, going slow. Ziyu can't keep his eyes off Yuanzhi's face as it goes slack, eyes rolling back, lips parting on a breathy moan. It looks like it feels good. The way Shangjue bottoms out in him looks like heaven.

"I don't think I can last long tonight," Shangjue admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. Yuanzhi arches back for a kiss which is quickly met. Ziyu shifts on Jin Fan's lap and feels his heat bumping up against his lower back.

"I can't wait for our turn," Jin Fan confesses breathlessly, hand pressing to Ziyu's sternum. The weight and heat of his palm spark up a sense of possessiveness in his chest and Ziyu finds that he wants to keep chasing that. "I can't wait to have you."

ZIyu nods, leaning back and gulping down the words bubbling up in his throat. He can't say them here. Not yet. There'll be time for them.

The air of the room is heady with the sounds of Yuanzhi little punched-out whines and the slapping of Shangjue's hips to his ass, but all Ziyu can focus on is the heaviness of Jin Fan's breath on the back of his neck, the way he makes little sighs as he jerks Ziyu off.

He tightens his arm around Ziyu, holding him close as he trembles, spilling over his fist to the way Shangjue's rocking his hips into Yuanzhi.

His brain shorts out for a bit and he comes back to the present to Jin Fan carefully wiping him down. Yuanzhi's also receiving somewhat the same treatment on the bed. Shangjue and him are trading lazy, languid kisses while he is being redressed into his robes.

"My apologies. I feel like an inadequate teacher."

Shangjue inclines his head, one hand around Yuanzhi's waist. Together like this, Ziyu can't help but wonder how their life would have been had Yuanzhi been born a girl.

"I should apologise for being a poor student," Ziyu offers as Jin Fan helps him right his clothes. He smiles, heart filled with fondness at the way his Jade Guardian is so careful, holding his hand.

"Perhaps," Yuanzhi starts, eyes twinkling playfully. He is looking right at Ziyu when he says, "We could have another lesson?"

Shangjue's smile grows, not abating even when he elegantly kisses Yuanzhi's cheek. Ziyu only takes a beat to mull over the proposal.

"I think that it's an excellent idea," Ziyu praises. Letting Jin Fan snake a hand to his hip, he licks his lips. "When do we start?"

[femboymilkovich]

Heyy! The riches was cancelled way too soon but fun fact for you, in the last episode you see it end on Cael, that’s because it was going to focus on him for a while and unfortunately we never got to see that. however I do think about if it did continue and Noel had a big role would he go on to be Mickey?

Hey anon!

Yeah I gathered it ended that way specifically, it wasn't supposed to be the end. The 08 strike led to it's rather unfortunate demise.

You do bring up a rather good point though! I do wonder if there had been several more seasons of The Riches, would he ever have wanted the role of mickey, like would it have ever been on his radar at that point? We know how it did happen for him and he really wanted it bad, but would he, if he remained a series regular for The Riches? Good point! 🖤

[gladiatorcunt]

did y’all know that every time someone puts their age/age range in their bio, an angel gets their wings?

[datfluffypillow]

back into card painting again!! It’s been a hot minute since i did any

[becoach-a]

whenever i see someone headcanon beard has a hesitancy in medical professionals due to his previous addiction and health problems,,, chefs kisses

[tache-noire]

i wonder if the strike will affect WWE because they actually have writers. but idk if they're part of the writers guild???

if not, wellllll..... maybe they should be

[readingnthinking]

i just want white and nonblack communists to reflect on why they never interact with black communists on here. and its not because less black people are communists (racist thought by the way!). EYE follow black communists on here. and yet, these demographics rarely interact. maybe you should reflect on that!

[stairs-feooff]

I think the Director and whoever the fuck is running the parade universe should kiss. Unless????

[mysticdragon3md3]

[hottubsandwiches]

guys is this something