#helicopter wallpaper

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AgustaWestland AW109 operated by the South African Air Force

[mishaesque]

Scenic Supernatural 2.12 Nightshifter

[sannaliel]

Summer 2023 jsab background!

!!You can use this as a background on phone or something, but please don't steal my work!!

Pain, lol

[tare-otome]

Helos

I love helicopters, but they always get destroyed in media. Maybe that's because they don't inherently want to fly and so much can go wrong. I was climbing on something very tall, saw this and had to take some photos.

And one near a campfire? What a piece of scenery~ I feel so bad for them 😭

[blasteffect]

Five Meters over Mars !

During the flight the Mars Helicopter hovered about 5 meters, or just over 16 feet, above the Jezero crater floor. Tips of Ingenuity's landing legs peek over the left and right edges in the camera's field of view.

Tracks visible near the upper right corner lead to the Perseverance Mars Rover, seen looking on from a distance at the top right edge of the frame.

Image Credit: Nasa, JPL-Caltech, Ingenuity

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[opelman]

Wallpaper #239 by Laurent Quérité Via Flickr: F-MDBI / 1507 - Sud Aviation SA 330 B Puma Meeting Aérien Airshow French Army Alat Valence Chabeuil LFLU France IMG_5713

[fremgou]

[serejae]

STUCK BY THE GLUE ! | ZB1

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WHAT ! - zb1 with a crafty s/o

WHEN ! - (warnings) , petnames

WHO ! - (a/n) hi!! tysm for requesting! this was so fun to make, and ahhh its so cool you like crocheting i wanna learn sometime c: but i hope this was up to standard and that you enjoy ml :-) keeep requesting guyssss <3

not proofreadddd

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K.JIWOONG ;

! - this man is so chill about it pls.

! - he knows when the house is too quiet that it only means youre on your new fixation

! - whatever it is, painting, drawing, pottery, or crocheting he’ll love accompanying you during it, he’ll come out and sit by you and you both will yap. or if youre more of a listener he’ll tell you stories or just say random things while admiring the focused look on your face when you do the things you enjoy.

!- loves it when you make stuff for him. if you make something for him. a drawing? he’ll frame it or if its tiny enough will put it in his phone case. jewelry? will wear it all the time. keychain? if he put it on one bag and wanted to use another one, hes switching out the keychain

! - this man loves when you have such creative hobbies that you can tell him all about

Z.HAO ;

! - oh boy hes ready

! - whenever he finds out about your hobby automatically hes buying you supplies (he doesnt know what to buy he just searched up ‘needed materials for ______” ). and if you run out of storage, trust hes 5 steps ahead of you. he bought and figured out a organization plan so you wont have to dig through messy buckets for your materials

! - he just wants to see you happy and at peace, and your his ‘little creator’ or as what he calls you. you dont have to do nothing when your with him. just create, he’s got the rest (clean up crew)

! - when you make stuff for him, hes smiley on the outside, but crying on the inside. like his baby made THIS. for HIM?? he likes to gatekeep lowk…so he wont tell EVERYONE or be pushy about showing it off but itll be discreet. like to the point someone will have to ask, then he will talk about it. (he just likes the thought of keeping the things you made for him to himself >:)

! - such a supportive bf :’-)

S.HANBIN ;

! - okay i keep saying theyre supportive BUT TRUST

! - he likes to bother you while you do your projects, but he knows to keep some distance to keep you peace. so while your doing your craft in lalaland you hear “baby, babe, my love, honey, darling” in all sides of your ear, just for him to go “your so pretty” when you look at him…and you cant really be mad at that :-)

! - like jiwoong loves watching you from afar, but once he’s only focused on you thats when he shuts up (nicely) . he’s too busy admiring you and will definitely take some pictures of you for his wallpaper, homescreen, pfp, atp on his face

! - if you make something for him or his hamster collection (ddungjjungham or binni) he’s crying. “OH BABY FOR ME?” “for binni” “so for me😐”. we know he lost ddungjjungham (rip you baby) but somehow he didnt lose the hat and scarf you crocheted for ddungjjungham…

! - he loves you and wants to be as comforting to you as your hobby is

S.MATTHEW ;

! - has no idea whats going on but his amazing partners good at it so he loves it !!!

! - a “go kylie go!” boyfriend for sure. when your doing your hobby he sits there wondering what your doing, why your doing that, why does it look like that? but your doing it so it must be the right and only way. will look up videos to silently watch to see how the video explains the steps your doing

! - after a while of observing he starts the talking. he helicopter you, start looking the project in all different directions while asking when its gonna be done, whyd you do this technique, why are you so perfect? but its all in love and after like 5 minutes he lets you have your peace and watches you

! - when you make stuff for him he will not shut up. someone needs to put tape over his mouth. (if your in a world where idols can date, he’ll talk about it on streams) but to his members “y/n made me this” “oh look what y/n made” “why can you guys be like y/n 🫤” . i know gunwook is TIREDDDDD

! - a very curious and proud bf ^_^

K.TAERAE ;

! - hes so infactuated

! - he’ll be eating and watching you do your hobby and talk. watches your movements and listens to your peaceful voice. the best of both worlds. he doesnt ask too many questions or bother you too much, he just stares blankly and thinks “thats my soulmate”

! - if hes feeling like a pintresty boyfriend he’ll learn a song on his guitar and sing as you work, so you both can learn and do something together. he’ll often catch himself looking away from his chords tutorial and staring at you. the way your face is when your focused. hes just in love :-/

! - when you make him stuff hes in shock, cause you thought of him when you were doing what makes you happy? if you made him a keychain he’ll hang it onto his guitar case cover if you make him anything he can hangup or wear, he has a whole wall of just your creations and loves when people ask so he can just talk about how you made it, how talented you are, how you two met, how much he loves you, just you.

! - please let his man sing and serenade you as you do your hobby

S.RICKY ;

! - oh here comes mr perfect 😒 /j

! - if you guys didnt know ricky actually draws too and studied visual arts, so he’ll adore having a crafty s/o. he’ll first watch you do your hobby loving how at calm and zoned out you look. after a bit he creates lazy date nights where you both create your crafts and give them to each other. you’ll normally get a drawing or you or you and ricky from him and you give him your craft

! - please he’ll use the things you make him to the brim. a keychain? hanging it on all his bags. a painting or drawing? hes hanging it up on his bed side wall so when he sleeps he sees it. you make him a outfit peice (or outfit) will wear it every where he goes. cause everyone needs to see your outfit, and your outfit needs to see the world

! - loves it when he sees you put his work out and showing it off. he’s then reminded on why he enjoys art so much. you brought his soul out for him :’-)

! - just a crafty couple in their world

K.GYUVIN ;

! - hes one thats adventurous enough to actually attempt your crafts.

! - its not like the other members were intimidated but they enjoy letting you have your own thing to enjoy, something you can run to at the end of your stressful day. but gyuvin? he wants to destress with you

! - anything you wanna do? you start on it and he’ll watch a youtube video on how to do it. if you help him he’ll look at you with the most lovesick smile because your sharing YOUR hobby with him. at first hes pretty messy at the beginning but with a bit of help from you, hes got it down. before you could even make him something, he made your something first. (show off >:\) and he giggles each time he sees you with it…like you thought it was that good to keepppp?

! - when you make him stuff hes not crying (#2), not shutting up (#2), and screaming. hes so honored. he has so many photos in his camera roll and he’ll show them off as much as he can. but will be a little salty when you make more stuff for eumppappa then him but i guess its fine😒

! - a “whatever you do i do” bf :p

P.GUNWOOK ;

! - another admirer

! - loves the energy and dedication you put into your work and it’s definitely worth it. when you leave him alone he looks through your finished work and guesses how long it took for each one to be finished. and when he finds out hes always shocked even if his guess was right , your dedication is another reason why he loves you so much

! - if you come home unmotivated or tired for any reason, gunwook already has you covered. you look for your crafting materials but find that its not its normal spot. you walk out to ask gunwook only to find him set up blankets, snacks, and a movie with your materials on deck. “i figured you’d need it”

! - if you ever make him anything his jaw is on the floor cause theres no way you put your love and energy into this. something made for your boyfriend and only your boyfriend. he knows how to brag about you without making it so obvious like matthew. he’ll sneak it in so people will talk about it but wont tell him to shut up

! - cupid pls get this man up

H.YUJIN ;

(platonic :-)

! - is in total awe

! - how can someone just craft something like that with their mind and hands? he loves watching the process from start to finish. this is his version of asmr, the way your face focuses when you get the the certain part, how you plan it out so precisely.

! - please please please. if you do sewing make this man a plushie, he will sleep with it every night and take it everywhere. even if he doesnt make his bed he makes sure his stuffy is sitting just right and comfortable. if not make this man something bunny related. he’ll giggle each time he sees it.

! - if you make him anything he can hang up, hes putting it by his desk and thats his motivation for studying or anything. if hes feeling down, he’ll lean in his chair and see the silly bunny staring at him and get right back to work :)

! - so excited that you can do something you enjoy and he gets the product

[capitalisticveins]

Seeing as how you're doing headcanons again i'd like to request hcs of Gavin,Milo,Sam,Vincent,and Guy( btw here's a thought for ya Guy as Hermes dangerous has stuck in my head for the past couple hours send help) also your previous hc were also great!(you could say they were ruthless ha ha ha im sorry that was bad lol)

~ Deviant anon （⊃◕ω◕(´ω｀*⊂)

idk if you can tell but I really like Guy

also I wrote headcanons for some character recently so characters like Gavin, Sam, and Milo have them a lil short than Vincent and Guy since it takes a while to think about possible in-character hcs for them. Sorry :(

Lots of Headcanons #3

Gavin

Believe it or not, Gavin’s social media accounts are usually blank. Save for Instagram. He just has them to comment under the group’s posts.

Despite never reading a book, Freelancer has told him he’d do best in the writing industry.

He does not know how to hold a baby. If you give him a baby for any reason he’d hold it with both of his hands under its shoulders.

The worst he’s been scared was when he played a horror VR game, but he didn’t scream or anything he really just jolted and went “shit” and moved on. Freelancer was not amused.

He likes being the big spoon when he and FL cuddle because he gets to breathe in their scent, hold them, and remind himself that this is real, and not just a dream he’ll wake up from.

Milo

You can’t beat him in cup pong. Digitally or physically. You just can’t.

The only reason David is considered a better cook than Milo is because Milo uses a lot of seasoning and the pack is full of babies who can’t handle oregano or sazón.

Whenever the pack goes somewhere tropical he has to wear a shirt or Sweetheart will constantly attempt to latch onto his torso.

Milo and cats have always gone together like peanut butter and jelly. He had a cat toy when he was a toddler, his first cell phone had a stray cat as his wallpaper, he’d feed the stray cats around his home, etc. So when he learned that he and the people around him could turn into “dogs” (wolves but still) he was DEVASTATED. Got over it after a day tho.

He likes juice boxes.

Avid Apple Juice “tastes like piss” hater, although he also says mint ice cream tastes like toothpaste so take that as you will.

Sam

Sam fucking hates cowboys.

Sam had braces from the ages of 19-21 and the only upside he had to being a vampire when he first turned was that he didn’t need his retainer anymore.

Sam always reads manga wrong and no matter how many times anyone explains it he’ll read it from left to right and never understands what’s going on.

The closest Sam has gotten to riding a horse is when he flopped on top of Darlin’s back while they were shifted and they walked around his house like that…he’s never been on a horse.

Sam has a lot of existential crisises, compared to like Vincent or Porter.

If something's flying and he can't figure out if it's a plane, helicopter, animal, or any identifiable flying object, he just believes it's an Alien UFO and moves on.

Darlin' gave him a wheat head for Christmas once. He was not amused.

Vincent

Wanted to be a youtuber for a brief period in time in 2010.

Had a weird obsession with those traced anime characters dancing tiktoks in 2020, a little after meeting Lovely.

He canonically has multiple cars he likes showing off to Lovely, but he also nearly never uses them and it’s Lovely who showboats them and takes them on joyrides.

He didn’t believe William at first when he was first told he’s a vampire now and was the only one who survived The Surge incident, until they both saw his funeral take place and see his grave, which took place a long time after the accident because his parents refused to believe he was dead.

He had 3 tomodachis at once and they all constantly died because he forgot feeding them was a thing.

He commonly "regrets" asking William to make him unable to lie to Lovely because they like to ask him embarrassing questions on purpose and he can’t help but answer them, even though he could just stay quiet.

His favorite memory as a kid was roller skating with his parents on his 7th birthday. Even though he fell on his face, sprained his ankle, and had a loose tooth fall out. Still his favorite day.

Guy

GUY IS SO HERMES CODED UR RIGHT

Turned a fanfic he wrote as his college essay and got in just because of it.

Was very afraid of Honey when they first met, they kept staring at him like he was the scum of the Earth. They just wanted to talk to him about the Animal Crossing pin on his backpack.

Whenever his friends order from Max’s, and he turns out to be their delivery guy, they make fun of him so much (playfully) and give him a 10 dollar tip

He borrowed his friend’s motorcycle to impress Honey

Cried over Gnomeo and Juliet

Dressed up as the Thomas Jefferson Miku Binder drawing in 2023.

He almost gave himself a buzzcut once when he was drunk, he had to be held down because everyone knew he’d regret it so hard later, not matter how funny it’d be.

[diazsdimples]

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Tommy’s blood instantly runs cold. In all the panic of getting Eddie stabilised and off the beach, he’d completely forgotten about Buck – something he never thought would be possible. As he pulls out his phone, it’s hard to tell if the sudden drop in his stomach is due to the helicopter’s change in altitude or from anticipatory anxiety. Taking a deep breath, Tommy steels himself, dials Buck’s number, and with a trembling hand, brings his phone to his ear. *~*~*~*~ Buck is bored. The house is unbearably quiet without Eddie and Tommy present. Christopher is at his after-school drama club, which doesn’t finish for another hour anyway, so it’s just Buck. He tried cleaning, but that was boring. He tried to cook dinner, but couldn’t think of what Eddie and Tommy might want after their day of adventuring. He even tried to pick a wallpaper for their currently-being-renovated guest bedroom, but everything was so fucking beige he thought he might lose his mind. Giving up, he’d eventually flopped face-down on the couch and dialled up an episode of some shitty medical drama on ABC so time would pass a little faster. He’s deeply invested in the episode when his phone rings. Reading Tommy’s name, Buck shoots up and answers, finally getting some human interaction. “Finally! I was starting to go insane, are you and Eds on your way home?”

[raisindave]

[Chapter 74] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

Content Warning: Mentions of drug abuse & addiction.

The main knots came undone easily enough, they weren’t very well done to begin with. Once loosened you left him to his own devices. He’s a big boy, he can fucking figure it out– he probably learned how to untie himself from a chair it in that stupid SAS Handbook of his. You gave him grace to shrug out of your not-so-handiwork while you made your way back to the bare pillow that was so deliciously cool against your cheek. For a second you swore you heard him scoff, and from the anonymity of the pillow you smiled a girlish grin. He should know you well enough by now that you won’t be charitable to him just because he’s convenient, though he never seems to mind your cruelty.  

After about a minute of enjoying the stiff, slightly uneven mattress, you glanced to see his progress just in time for him to set himself at the foot of the bed. His weight heartily dragged down the shoddy bedframe, but he turned to lay on his back near your feet. Like the good little soldier he is, he was methodically recoiling his survival rope you’d hijacked. Dark tattoos on pale skin stood out against the white sheets that covered his lower half. A sense of embarrassment washed over you, now acutely aware of the context you’d found yourself sitting in. Around an hour ago, you’d been a hysterical weeping mess in the shower, now facing sobering clarity.

“Sorry for... All that earlier. It’s just-” the logic behind your meltdown, or lack thereof, slipped from your mind as it rapidly shifted gears. “I used to love my birthdays, but now they’re getting harder every year.” 

He let you continue, clearly listening but not turning his gaze from the coiling rope. Your voice echoed off the cracked wallpaper, but the following silence let you hear distant helicopters and barking dogs. It was eerily tranquil, even if you were still technically on an active mission involving violent terrorists—the perfect setting for spilling your soul. 

“It’s not even about my age, well, that’s part of it… it’s mostly just that every passing year is another year I’ve outlived my big sister,” you found yourself picking at your cuticles as a consequence of the self-induced anxiety. “I feel bad for feeling bad, like I’m not supposed to be unhappy or unsatisfied because I get to be alive right now. I don’t feel alive, though.”

“I know that feeling better than I’d like to admit,” sighed deeply, bordering on a yawn.  

“What was your big brother like?”

Are you allowed to ask that? Is that top secret, or will you be interrogated for knowing something like that? You already have Ghost’s first and last name and where he likely grew up, given his accent. Is that already too much? Time and time again, he indulges in your curiosities when he has no reason to humour you. 

“He was a fucking wreck,” he propped himself up on his elbow, lounging like a fresco of Adam. 

“More of a wreck than you?” you gestured to his skull mask. 

“Different kind of wreck,” he scoffed, but still couldn’t seem to raise his eyes. “He was into drugs bad. I’d deploy, and he’s fine. When I’d get back, he’s right back into the same habits. It'd be all I'd think about when I was away, how long he'd last before my mom would start to worry about 'im again. We had a pretty steady cycle for a while there.”

It was your turn to let him in silence, daring him to continue. Bait he didn’t seem to bite. 

“What was your sister like?” his voice came out like a grumble. 

“She was the opposite of me in nearly every way,” you met his eyes finally. “She hated the outdoors, hated learning anything new, and was always boy crazy.” 

“Are you sure she’s the opposite of you?”

You furrowed your gaze into a glare just in time for him to shake his head and continue weaving the black cord back into a tidy column. It seems that you both have ways of keeping your hands occupied while you think, an odd nervous habit you both have in common. 

“My dad would take us hiking to get away from our mom. She hated the woods and couldn’t go ten minutes in the snow without whining to go inside again. I only ever remember bickering with her over books or toys or clothes or boys. Just typical sister stuff,” a smile danced on your lips at the nostalgia. “I don’t know if it’d be more or less painful if we had a shit relationship.” 

“It hurts just the same.” 

“You’re probably right,” you lamented weakly. “But I think it’s our responsibility to live the life that they never got to have.”

There’s that sadness again. Not as hopeless and isolated, but still a heavy stone in your gut that crushes your appetite and swallows your joy. It’s more annoying than anything, like you’re supposed to be fine right now. Fed, socially sated, rested and with a successful workday behind you. So what’s this empty feeling in your chest?

“I just- I want to see the sunrise from my bedroom window,” your voice started to creak, tightening with another onslaught of emotions. “I want to sit in scented baths until my skin gets raw. I want to get stuck in traffic and wake up whenever I feel like it. I want to tend to a sprawling garden so fat chickadees can get drunk off the berries.”

Tears formed in your eyes again, blurring floral yellow wallpaper into a haze of muddy colours. A life of excitement and danger left you craving the simple things. The mundane, the predictable. So much action has left you void of a personality, of your wit and wonder that you once had. It’s not even fair to say ‘you’ll always crave what you don’t have’ because you’d never really liked this nomadic lifestyle with this task force to begin with. Exciting as it might be, it’s not what you signed up for. Every mission takes a chunk out of your soul, sapping you of your willpower.

“I miss worrying about shoddy phone chargers and running out of laundry detergent,” a weak laugh erupting from your throat shook loose tears free to stream down your cheeks. “I just want to feel normal and safe, somewhere I can explore my career without worrying about being in an enemy sniper's line of sight. I miss having something that looks at me like it loves me, depends on me. Even if it’s a fucking goldfish.”

Before you could make any sense of the movements, he was crawling on top of you. Time skipped and his hot mouth collided with yours, drawing you into a searing kiss. It felt like two galaxies colliding, your body heat hotter than ever, mixing and swirling as you desperately pulled one another closer. Hiccuping sobs and lapping tongues left you suddenly falling out of breath, too stubborn to relent despite your searing lungs. You just couldn’t get enough of one another’s skin, like every inch of yours needed to be wrapped up in his. Tears that streamed down your cheeks faded into obscurity. There wasn’t even a second of hesitation in lifting his mask either, a death sentence that could see you turned to stone like Medusa for all you know. Even if your eyelids fluttered open, you could only glimpse the side of his pale jaw, before he would hungrily lay claim to your attention. Meanwhile your hands found his shoulders, his neck, the back of his mask. Soft short hair from where he’d lifted the mask, sliding your fingertips across his scalp. 

His hand cradled the back of your head, almost begging you not to go, and you clung to him like a branch in a windstorm. For all the bitter jabs and cold stares, he’s always felt safe. Not like you don’t feel safe around Soap or Gaz, but this is somehow a different kind of safe. A different kind of comfort from that which comes from a brotherly pep talk and a punch to the shoulder. He pries sinister thoughts from your mind with ease and stands patient vigil, no matter what jabs and insults you hurl his way. He feels like someone you wished you’d met years ago. The logic of why this was wrong was lost on you. Those rules said something along the lines of no kissing, but why? It didn’t click. There were other rules, but they too had been overwritten by carnal desire. How can something that feels so right be wrong—it’s a crime against nature. Hands that were once harsh and uncaring were gentle and warm, a sensation that had been entirely forgotten from decades of deprivation. 

“We shouldn’t,” you gasp, fluttering neurons straining to recall your rules. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled into your mouth, pulling your lips back against his. 

Being told to shut up never sounded so sweet. A sudden advent of heart-racing movement and crashing kisses left your searing lungs heaving for oxygen. Your head kicked back to gasp for fresh air, yet his kisses only trailed down your neck, pecking and sucking at sensitive skin. The sensation of his mouth on you sent goosebumps across your skin. A different kind of munition fuelled this encounter, something more than lust. When breath finally returned, you invited him from where he was kissing your collarbone to meet you again. For a second, you caught a glimpse of pink lips and hazy brown eyes before he was on you; butterflies fluttered in your stomach. 

In the heat of the exchange, it was only natural for him to reach to angle his stiffened self to your entrance, your bodies yearned for one another in a way that’s only akin to starvation and fresh bounty. Even the bedframe groaned from the strain. His palm slides to yours, and your fingers intertwine, slick heat between your palms creating a welding bond that binds you to him. This time was different from any other. You put your whole body into every motion, bucking and grinding your hips into his and meeting yearning resistance. 

It took your whole body weight to plant your knee beside him, lifting to sit astride him without daring to part from tasting his lips. Gravity urged you closer where his hands weren’t, though that wasn’t much. You could cup his face in your hands as he lay below you, trapped under your spell with his heaving chest, lifting you off the bed with every breath. Part of you was so terribly tempted to rip the mask off entirely, suddenly questioning its existence entirely. His chest is so warm, his hands leave sparks on your skin as they trail down your spine, across your shoulders, caressing your rump. The soft warmth could make you sob, your captured Nemean lion that you couldn't dare let out of your sight. Every passing millisecond you were over him like this felt like a gift of power that emboldened your spirit, resting on his chest feeling ragged breaths and every one of his muscles shift to touch you more.

Your dominance was short-lived, he wasn’t playing around. He quickly pivoted back over you and planted his palms on either upturned wrist, wrapping your legs around him to anchor him near. It was worth a shot. You both tend to fight for control, thirsty for power but seemingly delighting in giving it up. He, however, tends to have a more commanding presence. He’ll let you have your fun so long as he’s still in control; you’d be a fool to think your shoddy knots could actually bind him to that chair. Splintering that chair and fraying thick cords would be as easy to him as swatting a wasp off fruit. The thought spurred you to bite down on his tongue, only lightly, but enough to ignite a soft laugh from his chest. Even the corners of his lips bent into a smile against yours, dragging you closer with a calloused palm on your spine. 

“You unman me, Lua,” he choked out in a bassy grumble. 

That made your eyelids flutter and stomach churn, now more alight than ever. Only you could have this control over him, only you make him shudder and whimper and groan and howl. And he makes you feel so alive. So safe and paradoxically dangerous in a sick and twisted cocktail that swirls in your soul. He’s always had a grip on you, no matter how much you might try to bury it. Rules slip into obscurity, finding yourself drunk on body heat and the scent of his skin. 

“Come on, Daddy,” the words poured from your throat. They surprised you yet felt so natural. 

Part of you cringed at the use of that word, something you’d seen in one of those $2 erotic novels in thrift stores. There was always this part of you that worried that you’d never hold up to his dangerous lifestyle or any of the other sexual encounters he mentioned, facing some sort of impostor syndrome. But his reaction was only comparable to explosive. Every motion, more intense, heavier breaths gasping at your breath, his grapple over you constricted, even his fingernails dug into the sides of your neck. It’s like you’d struck a nerve. Or the jackpot. He parted your kiss briefly, only to glance down to align himself with your entrance. More butterflies, another glimpse of pink lips through your hazy eyes, slick and parted. 

“Say that again,” he panted.

Fingernails you’d gnawed down to the nub from stress rake uselessly at his shoulder blades like a declawed cat. You couldn’t help but yelp when he pushed himself into you, and his hovering lips only hesitated to connect with yours to listen to your mewling. Something in you felt like this was something more than sex. 

“Please, Daddy,“ your voice squeaked under the strain. “I want you, Simon.”

Where you were at first skeptical of his response, that word has had such a profound impact on him, like you’d just unlatched some spring-loaded desire that he’d withheld for decades. You could feel him in your chest as his thrusts grew more intense, rattling your insides. Better yet, you could even hear the sweet sounds of your sloppy coupling over your shared gasps. It’s like for a second he forgot about his mask, seemingly drunk on lust, lucky that your eyes rolled up when his passion grew. Where you’d come to expect brash and often harsh sex, this felt so much more gentle and forgiving. Part of you was wistful of that brutality, finding it exciting, but a more prominent part of your psyche was uniquely parched of this kind of affection. Together, you made a knot of limbs and fingertips, two lovers intertwined in a void between space and time found to be precisely located within a shitty German motel. 

“You’re mine, only mine… mine… mine,” he trailed off as if in a trance. “Hmm? ” He hummed, requesting your agreement to the proposition. 

“Yes- yes, sir,” the voice in your throat came out like a whimper. 

Your lips connected again, only briefly, weakly linked as the majority of your brain’s computing power went into grinding into his pace. He let out a deeply held sigh, more dishevelled than you’d ever seen him before. It lit your soul alight. You could never get tired of the feeling of his cock within you. So warm and hard and necessary, the other puzzle piece that fits into yours. The rhythm was a slow and searing thing, a steady tempo at which he stoked the growing fire within you. Your back arched to take more of him; he couldn’t seem to stop himself from biting the side of your neck, marks be damned. 

There were moments where the primary goal wasn’t to find sexual gratification from each other’s body; it’d become more about finding emotional security in the entanglement with another living, breathing person. Sometimes the slowing pace reflected that, even when your chest burned just as hot. He smells like chocolate icing and the sweet pistachio lotion you’d swept over his skin. It’s a marvel that you could orgasm again, crying out his name as he took you hard. You knew these athletes had superhuman cardio capabilities, but you’d assumed it wouldn’t apply to this context. His warm palm slid over your cheek as he spilled himself within you, groaning into your mouth as he flinched, rigid and potent motions demanding control over you for a few brilliant moments where the stars aligned. He’d become your lifeline, your lighthouse that commands you back to shore when you’re lost at sea. 

Relaxed muscles lay heavy and warm, emanating a lingering ember of heat from your chest that mingled with his body heat. Spent and weary, he didn’t retract, neither did you. An overused sex drive left your muscles flinching, fingers twitching as they intertwined with his. After gasping kisses eventually graduated to tender pecks, he fell to rest beside you, but you were still unwilling to release your grip on him. Your temple rested on his collarbone just in time for you to catch his mask being pulled below his chin. His heart still held a steady rhythm in his broad chest, surprisingly slow and calm. That’s not fair. Sheets dragged over exposed skin made you shudder at the tender act, finding tranquillity in broad arms holding you fast at his side. Everything felt so in tune, the same tempo, same melody. Two different instruments, often battered and bruised, make a beautiful song when you’re together. Time slipped by like warm honey, you wouldn’t be surprised if you fell asleep against his shoulder. So this is what it feels like to be held. 

In an instant, he shot up from his position; it would’ve made you flinch if you weren’t so relaxed. Your eyes strained against the light, having been closed in sleepy bliss. He was a blur of movement and fabric, before you could even blink you heard that familiar sound of his buckle. The best you could do was lay placid in the sheets as your lifeline receded, blankly following him flick the door’s lock open with a click just in time for him to swipe that cracked phone into his pocket. 

The door didn’t slam, there was no stomping. He had too much emotional control for that. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t see a look of bitter spite and, of all things, panic in his eyes. He was gone. Not a word or anything of the sort. A kind of coldness you’d come to know all too well. It’s expected, really. This is the path you’ve created for yourself. You have to walk it. He was gone so quickly that the only proof of the entire encounter being real was that stupid yellow gift box he’d left, a birthday present that felt more bitter than bittersweet. 

You’d made the mistake of fixating on an unavailable man. And look where it’s got you. It’s not even worth dwelling on what you’d done wrong because you’re already well aware. It’s obvious. The ground rules you’d established were set up for a reason, rules that you’d broken. When you strained to find that dinky flip phone in your pack, you found that you'd hemorrhaged valuable body heat trapped within the sheets, now painfully alone and chilled. Apparently Laswell had you on some flight in the early morning— a text that interrupted your blank stare at the ceiling summoned you to the tarmac in a few short hours. Off to the races once again.

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Hudson and Rex S05E15 - Northern Rexposure - Part B

*me: *watching this episode* That's not my show. Jesse: *starts rambling about flying the plane because he has flown planes on a flight simulator* me: Oh, wait, that's actually my show.

Well, I've never paused here before but look at Rex's "we are so fucked" look!

Sarah's style is sexy-with-a-hint-of-I-may-die-today.

I'm assuming that Jesse's plan was to take off and reach a tower that could direct him on how to land this bird. Too bad the bad guy shot the fuel tank.

This, then the helicopter ride... Dude, how much money did they give you guys? I haven't seen them fly anything bigger than a drone before this or since then.

Oh, I forgot. That was the last we saw of Jesse's glasses. RIP Jesse's glasses. Welcome, laser operation. Speaking as a bespectacled person, I don't really care about this one way or another. I'm sure they had reasons for this. The main one being that glasses reflect everything and are not ideal for filming. Not to mention that if they were to have Jesse more on the field, not having glasses is a good idea. I assume it's also part of his character's journey, although I don't agree that removing your glasses is a sign of growth. That's a childish notion, as there are many reasons for sticking to glasses instead of contacts or not opting for laser surgery.

Incoming Sarah whump, but first... Sarah desperation. I love it.

I don't know if they meant to make a parallel of this with Charlie because they both were obsessively working on their cases on their own time.

That's a very sexy way to be sprawled there while spouting off evidence from a more than a decade cold case. Just saying.

I've been giving Charlie a lot of flack (most of it deserved) but in this case, it's his persistence to keep pursuing leads that causes Bertrand to have a crisis of conscience and call him, thus causing a chain of events that ultimately lead to finding Alison.

Dying, thank you for caring.

Jesse whump.

Just say what you're afraid of the most. That Charlie would kill all three of you if Rex was killed for this.

I was doing fine until this.

I think that Rex had probably smelled that something was wrong with Sarah.

This episode should be called "The One Where Rex Does A Lassie".

I'll just fill my wallpapers lol

Jesse totally got all the braincells from the two. What do you mean, "really good to you"? You almost died because of him! Not to mention the whole committing a crime thing.

Oh, it's starting.

By the way, I like Sarah whump but I don't want them to overdo it because the more times they do it, the more some genius might come up with an excuse to kill her for Charlie's manpain. We don't really use manpain a lot on this show but you never know.

In any case, when the opportunity for Sarah whump presents itself, I want Charlie to. Be. Close. By. I mean, what's this bullshit with him being hundreds (thousands?) of miles away?

Get away from my boy!

Poor Rex! That is a scary fucker.

For fucks sake, Charlie. Rex is being hunted by predators, Sarah is dying, Jesse is banged up, and you're here and you're... looking good? The audacity.

Should have some more lighting, by the way.

No, actually.

Can't, sorry. Anyway, this is a very Castle moment. (show, not character)

I mean, dude, look at him (as much as you can). Don't you see the determination? He won't give up. Just fess up, man.

"I'm never traveling again!"

To be continued in Part C.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Baby and the Bees: the Belladonnas

Several days after Yang and Ruby found a little Faunus baby in the desert and brought her home. Blake has gone full mother panther mode. Weiss is a helicopter aunt. Ruby is the fun aunt. And Yang has somehow managed to become even more of a lesbian disaster.

Blake: *humming a tune while holding the baby and rocking side to side*

Baby: *coos and looks up at Blake's ears*

Blake: *tilts head and slicks her ears back*

Baby: *slicks ears back*

Blake: *raises one ear*

Baby: *raises one ear with some difficulty but giggles with success*

Blake: Good job! You did it! *nuzzles soft tuffs of hair on fuzzy ears*

CLICK!

Blake: *straightens in surprise and turns to see Yang smiling lovingly. Scroll in hand* Yang! Uh, how long have you been standing there?

Yang: Long enough to get all of that on video and an absolutely adorable new wallpaper. *gently takes the baby and blows a raspberry on a chubby cheek*

Baby: *squeals with laughter and grabs Yang's bangs*

Blake: *snaps a picture* She sure likes pulling your hair, doesn't she?

Yang: *winks* She's not the only one. It's just cuter when she does it.

The door nearly flings off its hinges as Kali sprints into the room. Ghira barely keeping up and completely out of breath as he tries to wrangle his wife.

Kali: Where is she?!

Ghira: Blake, I'm sorry! I tried to keep her at bay as long as I could.

Kali: Oh! Little Cub! *pulls baby from Yang and starts cooing as she walks to the common room* Hello, I'm your grandma! Yes, and you are just the cutest little thing! Oh, I can't wait for your mamas to make you a little sibling!

Baby: *giggling in delight at the prospect of having a sibling*

Blake: MOM!!!

Yang: *blushing* I mean... If there's a way to make it work...

Blake: YANG!!!

Ghira: *from the common room* Kali, Kali, no. I can't hold her. She's the size of my hand. I don't want to drop- KALI!

Yang: Uh.... we should go save your dad...

For those who want to read the first part. Here's a link:

[fuck-customers]

Not a customers story but my company recently had IT remotely change all our lock and desktop screens from whatever wallpaper we chose for ourselves to be a PowerPoint slide wall of text of the company’s goals for the year. And then they locked the preferences.

Not only is this legally murky because anyone in a cafe can get a view of insider trading information (thank you, stupid MBAs who run this shitshow), but it’s incredibly demoralizing and infantilizing, especially after every consecutive year for the last five plus, we have seen pointless layoffs. So many of my friends have lost their jobs due to nonsensical cuts. For example: Our CEO raves about cutting spending by a certain amount while taking private helicopters to the airport that cost an entry level salary per pop. But tell me more about how the people who actually make and maintain our product are a drain on the budget.

Just this simple change by IT removes choice from our personal preferences for our workspaces and serves as a constant reminder that we better turn a profit this year or else. Lest we forget we’re corporate slaves who traded our freedom for slight/temporary financial “security” and health insurance benefits.

[urf4vsc0rpio]

On the floor, on the ceiling, hanging on a chandelier, on the couch, in bed, on the kitchen counter, on the stove, on the sink, in the bathroom, against a mirror, against a window, on the toilet (not on those weird fetishes kinda way.), on top of a flying plane, on a helicopter, sideways, upside down, missionary, doggy, 69, till the wallpaper peels off, till the earth quakes and eventually explodes, till the house is destroyed, on the sun till it also explodes, on every single planet, against a tree, on the ground, her sickle pressed against my neck and nearly or already drawing blood, till I can't even walk and I need a wheelchair, till I don't remember who I am, what my name is, till I don't remember shit, till all I can remember is Bela and how good she feels. Oh and during our honeymoon night where we have soft innocent sesbian lex ☺️