#home addtion

[jacksonlucy]

New York Closet Walk-In Picture of a medium-sized, elegant, gender-neutral walk-in closet with open cabinets and medium-tone wood cabinets.

[mdmcustom-remodeling]

STUNNING REASONS CAN MAKE YOU FALL FOR A CONTEMPORARY KITCHEN!

Hey, are you planning to remodel your cooking space in royal oak? Then, why don’t you think of turning to a contemporary kitchen style? It’s the perfect way to enhance the aesthetics of your kitchen and the overall home design. In fact, you may find this layout to be minimalistic that comes with better functionality and simplicity in the features and visual appeal. We recommend this contemporary kitchen design for modern homes with tight or narrow spaces.

What Makes a Contemporary Kitchen the Perfect Choice for a Modern Home?

The best thing about contemporary kitchens is that they offer great flexibility with a unique design. Yet, you can switch it to any other kitchen style whenever you want! On the other hand, there’s no hassle to combine two different contemporary styles for having a striking layout. 

Simply put, contemporary kitchen remodeling is easy to get, and you can bring the entire look into your existing cooking space. So, you can save a lot of dollars here!

Apart from this, a few more facts about a contemporary kitchen can make you fall for it. Such as:

Contemporary kitchens stand the test of time:

In short, this kitchen style offers any cooking space a timeless look. The flexibility is the biggest feature in a contemporary kitchen that makes most homeowners turn to it. You can even remodel your dull and outdated kitchen to bring a neat minimal appeal.

With this trademark of a contemporary kitchen, you can add wooden panels and mid-century furniture designs to create a little dramatic look! If you want to give a bit of an industrial style to your contemporary kitchen, go for some pop of vibrant bar stools or a flower vase.

Highly customizable options!

Not to mention, kitchen cabinets always remain the center of attraction in kitchen remodeling projects. And in the contemporary kitchen style, the following features make it the show stealers:

Ceiling-high or floor-to-ceiling dark wood cabinets that bring the traditional vibe to your cooking space

A perfect matt finish

Neutral shades to set a timeless and classic look in the kitchen

Contemporary kitchen styles create a practical space in the kitchen by making it more energy-efficient, less use modern appliances, and least faulty modern light fixtures.

Adu Cntractor

ADU remodeling in West Los Angeles, CA, has the potential to significantly add property value. As homeowners seek to optimize their living spaces, ADUs offer a versatile solution that not only enhances the functionality and comfort of the property but also appeals to a broader range of potential buyers or renters.

[rocketjumper]

Family Room Game Room

[francinesoleil]

Mediterranean Wine Cellar (New York)

[average-pirate-enjoyer]

Hold Me In Your Arms, Baby - Woosan - Kinktober 2024

pairing: woosan rating: 18+ wordcount: 3,292 genre: smut, a hint of fluff, non idols au, kinktober, The faintest hint of a plot but really its pwp summary: Just engaged Woosan come home from dinner and Wooyoung demands he gets fucked against the door. Kintober Day 2: Against a wall addtional warnings: Wall Sex, Strength Kink, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Overstimulation, Spanking, They're In Love Your Honor, A little bit of degradation but it's just a sentence or two and the briefest mention of a piss kink but they don't anything

ao3 link / kinktober masterlist

The second the door to their shared apartment was closed, Wooyoung turned around to push San against it. San smiled as Wooyoung pressed flush against him. San's hands found their natural spot on Wooyoung's waist while Wooyoung began to kiss him. It was rushed, frantic; Wooyoung trying to coax San's mouth open and push his suit jacket off his boyfriend's shoulders. No. Not boyfriend. Fiancé.

"God, get this stupid-" Wooyoung said in frustration. He started yanking on the jacket until San made a distressed sound.

"Hey," San gently eased Wooyoung's hands off him. He shrugged the jacket off and hung it up lazily on the front door handle. "Easy, it's designer."

Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes. Impatiently, he reached for San's tie, not even bothering to undo the knot, just loosening it to move on to his next target. He started popping open the buttons to San's shirt, eyes raking over each inch of newly exposed skin as if he didn't just fuck him in the shower that morning before work. "I don't care, need you in me now. You've got money to buy a new one."

Wooyoung gasped as San's hand roughly gripped Wooyoung's jaw to pull him in and then forced his tongue into his parted mouth. Wooyoung still tasted like expensive wine and their shared crème brûlée. San's other hand grabbed both of Wooyoung's wrists to stop him from tearing his silk button up. 

"Young-ah," San said, pulling back slightly just enough to speak in the space between. Wooyoung pecked his lips again and then bit his lower lip just because he could. San's grip on his jaw tightened to stop him. Wooyoung smiled, looking a bit dopey with San's fingers squishing his face. The slightly older man pouted. "I wanted our first time after we got engaged to be romantic."

Wooyoung pursed his lips. "Compromise. Fuck me against the door now, then you can make love to me until we fall asleep."

San nodded in agreement. "Deal." He tugged Wooyoung closer again and repaid the favor, biting his lower lip before sucking on it. He turned them around, now pushing Wooyoung against their door. He pressed Wooyoung's wrists against the door above his head. Wooyoung struggled to escape it, but San's grip was firm. "Stay put," San ordered. "I'm going to grab the lube. If you move, I'll put your cock in a cage for a week."

Wooyoung nodded in agreement, and when San let go, he kept his hands where they were. Wooyoung was way too impatient to be too bratty. San studied him for a moment before turning and taking long strides through the living room to grab a stashed bottle of lube from the coffee table drawer. 

Wooyoung stared at San's feet with narrowed eyes. "You could have taken your shoes off."

San clicked his tongue as he rummaged through the drawer, not looking up at Wooyoung. "You're so impatient you nearly ripped my jacket, but you draw the line at me trying to grab the lube faster?"

"You're not the one who sweeps," Wooyoung argued.

"I'll sweep and mop if you stop pouting."

"Not pouting." Wooyoung stopped pouting when San lifted his head to look at him. 

San finally found their lube and hurried over to him. He kissed Wooyoung again. He left Wooyoung's suit jacket on but untucked his button-up from his pants with one hand. His hand rested on Wooyoung's bare hip. The heat of his palm made Wooyoung sigh into the kiss, happy for the simple touch. When Wooyoung's breath was sufficiently taken away, San flipped him around, pressing his face against the cool wooden door. 

Wooyoung glanced over his left shoulder back at him. "When you told me last week about our reservation, I thought you were trying to butter me up to try the piss thing again."

San paused. He blinked a few times. "Would that have worked?"

Wooyoung cackled and wiggled his hips. "Guess you'll have to take me out to another one of your fancy model-money restaurants again to find out. Now hurry up."

San shook his head to focus. He handed Wooyoung the lube to hold, letting Wooyoung move his arms as he pleased. San looped his arms around Wooyoung's waist. Wooyoung's hands lazily found San's forearms just to ground himself. Practiced fingers undid his belt, not bothering to unloop it through his pants before working open the button and zipper. He shoved them and his boxers down Wooyoung's thighs. He snatched the bottle from Wooyoung's hand and quickly started warming some lube on his fingers.

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at San over his shoulder. "So we have to be careful with your clothes, but no worries about getting lube and cum on mine?"

San looked almost bored as his finger slipped between his cheeks to rub at the tight ring of muscle. "You're free to take 'em off if you want." San rubbed his lubed finger insistently until the muscle relaxed under his ministrations. It never took long; Wooyoung's body was always willing to open up for the other and vice versa. 

Wooyoung let out a content sigh as San slipped his finger in, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the feeling. Wooyoung made no move to take his clothes off. It felt more thrilling to do it with both of them still fully dressed. He relaxed more, resting more off his weight onto the door. His palms rose to support his weight. 

The soft clicking sound of metal hitting wood made him open his eyes again, honing in on the white gold band on his ring finger. It was so perfectly his style, and on the inside, had their phrase engraved into the metal: amicus ad aras. Wooyoung hadn't cried when San proposed, but he came damn near close. The sight of the ring on his finger made him softly moan.

San looked up to see what caused the reaction. San smiled, seeing Wooyoung admiring the ring on his finger. He pressed his chest to Wooyoung's back, leaning in to whisper, "Did I pick out a good one, honey?"

Wooyoung nodded. "It's pretty."

San smiled, pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder. "Like you." He eased in a second finger beside the first.

"Sap," Wooyoung laughed. As if he wasn't the one who just moaned seeing the ring on his finger.

San couldn't deny it, so instead, his free hand grabbed Wooyoung's bare hip to try to angle him better. Goosebumps spread on Wooyoung's skin from the cold metal of San's matching wedding band. It wasn't that cold since San's body heat warmed it, but the symbolism behind the rings made Wooyoung shudder. He continued to tremble as San's shorter fingers managed to hook perfectly and hit his prostate. 

"There," Wooyoung gasped. He pushed his hips back onto San's fingers, desperate to get more pressure on his prostate to feel the sparks of pleasure shoot through his body. "Fuck, Sannie. More."

San kissed Wooyoung's cheekbone. "I got you." He scissored his fingers in between jabbing Wooyoung's prostate, stretching him out for another finger. 

San's cock was a bit on the shorter side, but it was the thickest (real) cock Wooyoung had ever taken. Kind of like his cute, chubby fingers. Breathy little whines started tumbling from Wooyoung's mouth as each time San pushed his fingers in, the fingers curled to press into his prostate, and each time he pulled them out, he spread them wide. Wooyoung's jaw fell with a silent moan as the third finger was added. 

All the while, San peppered Wooyoung's face and neck with kisses; even his clothed shoulder and hair were given love. When he bit down on Wooyoung's ear, the younger let out a tiny squeal that had San laughing. Wooyoung could feel the smile on San's face when he tucked his face into Wooyoung's neck, added the fourth finger, and drew a high, breathy moan from him.

Wooyoung started whining for San to hurry up and fuck him already. To tide him over, San wrapped his free hand around his cock. Wooyoung gasped, alternating between thrusting forward into the perfectly tightened fist and back onto the fingers that were stuffing him full. 

San stopped moving his fingers other than the occasional crooking to press even harder against the bundle of nerves inside Wooyoung. Wooyoung cried in frustration when he realized he was doing all the work.

"San-ah," Wooyoung groaned. "Fucking, do something. Fuck me already." When San made an idle hum, Wooyoung rushed to add: "Please, San-ah."

San finally pulled his fingers free, gently shushing Wooyoung when he whimpered at the loss. San reached into Wooyoung's jacket pocket and pulled out the bottle of lube. Wooyoung blinked a few times in confusion, having not even noticed San tucked it in there. When he heard the unmistakable sound of San lubing up his dick, he tried to twist around to look over his shoulder more to see. San's dry hand pressed between his shoulder blades, keeping him firmly pushed against the door. 

"Don't move," San warned. 

Wooyoung closed his eyes, excitement coursing through his veins as he waited for San to finally fuck him like he had been dying for since they got in the car to head home. But after a few seconds, there was still nothing but the sound of his own heavy breathing and San working his hand over his erection. 

"San," Wooyoung gritted out. "What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the view," San said conversationally. "You look so pretty. You don't wear eyeliner much anymore. It's a shame. It looks so pretty running down your face."

Wooyoung gasped. His hand rubbed just below his eye. He pulled his hand back, and his fingers were smudged with black eyeliner, mascara, and tears. When did he start crying? Maybe when he felt San's ring on his skin, maybe when he wrapped a hand around his cock. It was hard to tell what set him off so early. He looked at San out of the corner of his eye. "Bet I'd be prettier crying on your cock instead."

San smiled at him. "You drive a hard bargain, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung stuck his tongue out cheekily, clearly pleased with himself. His mouth then dropped into an o shape as San lined up the tip. 

"Ready?"

"Yes," Wooyoung sighed. "I've been ready, now would you kindly just shove the damn thing-"

Wooyoung was cut off with a low moan as San did precisely that, thrusting in entirely in one go. Wooyoung's toes curled in his dress shoes. San fit so perfectly in him like his cock was specially created for him. 

"You're welcome," San said with a laugh.

Wooyoung clicked his jaw shut quickly, realizing he had been breathing out little "thank you, thank you, thank you" s without meaning to. "Shut up," he said instead. His voice lacked any heat because of its breathiness.

San was undeterred. He slowly pulled out, both letting out twin moans at the feeling before sharply thrusting back in. Wooyoung squeaked as the force shoved him hard against the door. From there, San gave Wooyoung no time to breathe. San's hands both gripped Wooyoung's hips tightly and started pulling him back on his cock to match each brutal thrust.

Wooyoung's voice quickly rose in pitch and volume. Distantly, he was thankful they were one of only two units on the top floor of their luxury apartments. He'd make their neighbor Hongjoong food as an apology. More pressing matters, though, were San rearranging his guts. Wooyoung's nails helplessly scratched at the door, unable to get purchase to ground himself.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. How are you so tight?" San grunted.

"Cause— ah! — Because you've be-been bottoming for the last week. You're practically gaping."

San narrowed his eyes. Wooyoung knew what was coming but still cried out when San's hand sharply struck his ass. San then gently caressed the skin to soothe it. "Such a fucking brat."

Wooyoung just smiled. He couldn't help the moans being punched out of his lungs with each perfectly aimed thrust against his prostate. With San's hand preoccupied, Wooyoung pushed his hips back to meet San's thrusts. He couldn't tell if his ass stung more from the smack or from their hips hitting each other, but Wooyoung loved it either way.

Wooyoung's eyes rolled back as San landed two more hits, one on each cheek. He arched his back more, angling his hips so San could have better access. 

San shook his head in disappointment. "I can't even spank you as a punishment. You like it too much, you masochist." His hard roughly squeezed the cheek that had had two smacks, nails digging into the reddening flesh.

Wooyoung laughed. "Good thing you're— nngh —you're a sadist, huh?" San bit Wooyoung's earlobe and tugged, proving both their points when Wooyoung moaned. 

San grunted, leaving one last hit on the other cheek to even it out. "How can I not be when you sound so pretty when you're in pain? Clenching so tight from just a little slap? So desperate to get off you'll take anything."

Wooyoung swallowed a whimper. San's hand found his chest, flicking his nipple over the shirt. Wooyoung's hands scrambled to unbutton his shirt to give San access. The laugh he got had goosebumps erupting across his skin. Still, San's hand slipped in through the opening to rub, twist, and tug his nipples.

"Sannie, San-ah, I'm close."

He half expected San to mock him for how quick he was. He didn't expect San to pull out suddenly. He gasped and cried, hand wrenching back to try and grab San and pull him back in. 

San kissed his cheek. "Turn around, baby," San instructed. Still, he didn't wait for Wooyoung to do so, manhandling him around. He pulled Wooyoung's pants and underwear further down his legs. Wooyoung hurried to kick off his shoes, followed by his clothes. San then tapped Wooyoung's hips. "Up."

Wooyoung didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped his arms around San's neck before jumping up. San caught him easily, helping Wooyoung wrap his legs around San's tiny waist. Wooyoung's back was pressed up against the wall as San guided his cock back into his warm, wet hole. San pressed kisses along the column of Wooyoung's neck, leaving bites and hickeys in his wake.

Wooyoung was practically yelling as San blatantly showed off his strength as he fucked him against the door. His mouth hung open as San's arms flexed as he lifted Wooyoung up and down on his cock, gravity sinking him to the hilt each time and hitting his prostate over and over. Wooyoung loved every version of San he's had the pleasure of knowing, but since his boyfriend—fiancé—started working out, Wooyoung has developed a strength kink. How could he not when his lover had the body of a superhero and a habit of manhandling him in the bedroom? 

"Touch yourself," San ordered, knowing that while Wooyoung could get close, he couldn't come untouched. 

Wooyoung was a rightie, but he made the conscious decision to wrap his left hand around his cock. He hissed out at the feel of the ring wrapped around his cock. It was weeping so much precum it instantly ran a trail over his knuckles. Over the ring. His other hand gripped San's bicep to feel the muscles bulging and flexing beneath his touch. His thighs squeeze San's waist tighter to keep San as close as possible.

Wooyoung couldn't form coherent sentences, babbling out curses and praises and San's name, begging and crying and moaning as San pounded into him over and over again. "Close, fuck, San! Good, s'good. Ah! Harder."

San snapped his hips harder for him. Wooyoung ducked his head down, mouthing lazily at San's neck, trying to leave his own hickeys on his fiancé's skin, but the way San was jostling him around on his dick made it hard. 

San, in turn, bit down on Wooyoung's neck, making Wooyoung shout. He felt San twitch inside him, and he laughed nearly hysterically. Such a sadist. His hand tangled in San's hair, pushing him closer. That made San growl, and he dug his teeth in harder, though never hard enough to break the skin. 

The dull throbbing pain shot right to Wooyoung's dick. "San-ah. Gonna come. Shit ."

"Go on," San grunted. He lifted his head and pressed the foreheads together. Wooyoung tried to keep his eyes open and look in San's eyes, but the pleasure was so all-consuming that his eyes were unfocused, and it was hard to keep them open. San didn't mind, though. "Come for me."

It was like his body was waiting for San's permission because the second two words were out of his mouth, his body pulled taught. His head hit the door with a dull thunk, gasping out San's name as he shot cum into his hand and all over their shirts.

San kissed his temple, praising him softly. "Good boy, there you go. That's it."

San kept fucking him through it to keep Wooyoung's high going but also to chase his own pleasure. He pressed his lips along Wooyoung's neck and jaw. The way Wooyoung felt coming around his cock felt so good. He was getting close.

Wooyoung started whimpering from overstimulation, but he didn't use his safeword. He clawed his nails into San's back to hold on. It felt good, and San knew how much Wooyoung loved it. He always made it a point to make Wooyoung come first when the younger was bottoming so he could keep fucking him into that delicious pain-pleasure of overstimulation.

"San-ah," Wooyoung called out in a slurred voice. He clenched to help him out. "Come on, Sannie."

When San finally let out a groan and held Wooyoung in place so he could shoot his cum in as deeply as he could, Wooyoung's legs were just starting to shake from too much. They held each other close, panting against the other, waiting to come down from their highs. 

Wooyoung petted the back of San's head, smoothing over the hair he messed up. "Good thing I'm on birth control," he joked.

San laughed and slowly slipped his cock out. He readjusted his grip on Wooyoung, and the younger one held on tighter. Wooyoung sighed contently as San walked them through their penthouse. San smacked his lips obnoxiously loudly against Wooyoung's cheek. 

"Sorry," San apologized half-heartedly, knowing Wooyoung wasn't the biggest fan of being filled with cum, though the younger knew San loved filling him up, so he let him do it more often than not. "Let's go take a shower."

Wooyoung groaned. "We took one this morning." He dropped his face onto San's shoulder. "Should have been responsible like me and came on our clothes."

San grimaced. He was not taking these to the dry cleaners. He'd just buy them new clothes. Wooyoung wasn't wrong when he said he had the money to buy them luxury items. "How wise of you."

Wooyoung giggled, sounding slightly delirious. Maybe he was. "Well, we've got our whole lives for me to teach you my wisdom." He wiggled his left hand, fluttering his fingers on San's back pointedly. He finally could leave proper marks on San, so he started gently sucking on San's skin, slowly but surely forming a hickey on his neck.

"Yeah," San said with a big smile. "Yeah, we do."

Wooyoung felt so giddy. "Love you."

"I love you too."

Wooyoung licked over the mark and pulled back to look at San with a self-satisfied smile. "To make up for cumming in me, how about you eat me out in the shower?"

Wooyoung's cackle echoed through their home at the groan San let out.

[jaketeachesdeath]

Late to the party as I thought today was included but last week was #hedgehogawarenessweek

Sadly this is how lots of Hedgehogs are ending up. You tend to see more Hedgehogs squashed on the tarmac than you will most likely see alive.

However if youd like to help change that you have to be willing to make the changes to your garden!

13X13cm holes in the base of your fence panels will let your spikey friends pass through the gardens to access food, shelter and mates, potentially keeping them off the streets. Whilst this isnt for everyone theres still things you can do.

We've had a lot of hot weather recently so water is really important shallow bowls of water are a great addtion to your garden especially if you add pebbles to make it insect friendly too. If you dont have a pond you could add one, however do make sure there wildlife ramps so if someone falls in they can get back out.

If you are going to garden for wildlife, you can leave your lawns longer, create log piles, leave leaf litter pilled to create a natural den or hunting space you can even add your own man made Hedgehog home to the mix.

You can do away with the plant netting, drop the poisons and the pesticides whilst youre at it. Get the whole family involved and learn new ways to look after your spaces. Once the kids have gone in though dont forget to put the football goals away as this can be a source for entanglement too!

Two of these skulls have come from the same site theres been another one and thankfully one sent to rehab. All of which have been injured on way or another. Id like to find less.

12/05/24

[thebabysittertm]

Day Twenty Five: a cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsummoned especially for @v1ctimplagued

ㅤThe clocks had changed and in a small town like this, the streets were quiet as the sun went down earlier than they were all used to just yet. Steve usually enjoyed the quiet chill, the scent of dry leaves and potential threat of a storm looming in the late autumn evening air, but there was something about the night around him as he locked up the coffeeshop that felt heavy. It felt like a warning, something looming closer, and he cursed softly at himself for staying so late. Part of it had been prep for the morning, which he would not be responsible for and therefore wanted to make sure was well-prepared, and another part had been a client that had specifically requested a time after she herself got off of work.

ㅤHis cousin did spellwork out of the big old house they lived in and it was certainly atmospheric enough, but he'd found that the cozy warmth of the cafe was more inviting for a lot of people, especially if they were nervous, so he sometimes did some work there and kept a kit in his little office space for such occasions. The shop itself had its share of stock for the things he used regularly in the tiny spells he employed in his daily work - mostly a little boosted energy, positive outlook, good mood kind of spellwork, nothing big in the grand scheme of anytime, but a little something nice. Some people ordered a bit deeper for addtional help, but fortunately, there was usually more warning than he'd gotten that day.

ㅤThere was the distinct impression that he was getting even less warning about something else as he hesitated outside the locked door. A part of him considered unlocking it and disappearing back inside, but what would that accomplish? His cousin was out of town, the house was empty and it was walking distance, so he only had a few minutes before he'd be on his own property, which would make it very difficult for anything or anyone to make his night a problem. Just a short walk.

ㅤHe pulled out his phone as he pushed himself into motion, dropping Robin and Maria both a text that would probably seem way too vague to most people and maybe even to them, but he knew they'd get it when something just felt off - all he really needed was for someone to know that there was the potential tonight, so that if he didn't get home or they noticed anything weird for themselves (because it didn't have to have anything to do with him, it could have been any kind of impending trouble), they'd be better prepared.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWeird vibes on the air tonight in town.

ㅤHe'd barely sent it off to both of them, probably a block into his walk towards the edge of town where the old house sat on its perch overlooking the ocean and lives that had spread out before it over the few centuries it had stood, when he heard something. It was small, a little scrape like something against the sidewalk, fabric, something that could have been anything, except that it wasn't. There were five of them, jocks from the looks of them and wasn't that hysterical given who Steve had been back in his parents' town before he'd come out to the island to live with Maria. Back in Hawkins, he doubted these guys would have even thought to catch him on a sidewalk after dark, but then, maybe they would. He was pretty sure the guy in front was his client's boyfriend, the one that she was trying to break up with, so this wasn't going to go well.

ㅤ"Hey, guys, what's up?" he asked, keeping it as casual as he could as he slowed to a stop, relaxing his bag on his shoulder. Unfortunately, there was nothing in it that could be used as a weapon and it wasn't really heavy enough to swing as one - not to mention, he didn't want to smash it all, but if it was looser, he could put it down and they couldn't grab him by it.

ㅤ"Did she come see you?" the boyfriend asked, and Steve struggled on a name, easily feeding that into the confused look he offered up.

ㅤ"Who?"

ㅤ"Don't play stupid, she went to see you for some of your freaky satanic magic, didn't she?" the boyfriend demanded, and Steve's eyes passed over him to the boys around him to catch a smattering of whispered 'witch' from them. It was no surprise, given the reputation his family had apparently always had in town and which he and his cousin were upholding now, but it definitely flavored this interaction in a way that he still wasn't quite accustomed to.

ㅤ"Uh, nope, can't say I know what you're talking about. No Satan here, no 'she', whoever you're looking for. I make coffee, man, and I've been up since like 4am, so I'd like to get home," he said, letting the weariness of a full day at the shop into his voice and expression, like maybe that would help with diffusing the situation and get him out of there faster, but no dice. He tried to step forward, the boyfriend blocked his path, he moved to go around him and was grabbed by one of the others to yank him back.

ㅤHe wasn't sure who threw the first punch because he turned sideways to avoid it and the one that followed, but he swung and caught one kid in the nose, took a fist to his cheekbone that rocked his concentration for a few seconds and then it just got chaotic. He was grossly outnumbered and even with a size advantage on at least two of them, it wasn't going in his favor at all when it stopped so that two of them could yank him up and his client's jackass boyfriend could face him once more for questions that he wasn't going to answer.

ㅤ"What did you give her?"

ㅤ"Eat shit, dickhead."

ㅤOne didn't have to imagine too hard how that went, since there was a harsh impact and a softer grunt from him, but he chuckled a little after and spit blood before eyeing him again. "You're making a mistake, man."

ㅤBoy, even Steve didn't know how right he was.

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 4x16 Accession thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!) [8 July ‘23]

I love how offended Julian is about how much tidying Miles hasn't done - I guess he offered to help and hadn't realised how much work he'd have to do XD

"You should have seen it before." Mood. That was always my sentence wherever mum came to pick me up from uni XD

Does Julian actually want to help? That was a sudden swing to "it's a shame to pack it all away" xD

Oh, I thought this was the plant killing episode where Keiko gets secretly possessed.

"Daddy, I have a little bother." So cute!

His gaze looking at Keiko is so gentle!

Sisko fiddling with baseball and hiding it :3

Aww, awkward Sisko

"I think I'd like it." Of course you would, Jadzia, you LOVE attention. (And being emissary would make Kira pay more attention to you..? :P)

Why does this man think he's the emissary, even before he knows he's in a future time?

The awe in Kira's voice

Nothing Sisko's quoted from the prophecies is not about him...

"All I have to worry about are the Klingons, the Dominion and the Maquis. I feel like I'm on vacation!" Oh, Sisko

"I remember when my nephew Nog..." Yes, we all know he's your nephew, Quark.

" I used to love reading to him. You know, See Brak acquire. Acquire, Brak, acquire." Hehehe.

"Oh, well I'll be sure and call you when she's ready to deliver. You can lend a hand." Julian's so earnest

"Unfortunately, I will be away from the station at that time. Far away. Visiting my parents. On Earth." Worf making several addtion's just to make sure they get the picture.

"How about a game of darts?" "Don;t you have to get home?" Huh, wasn't expecting Julian to give him up that easily.

"I don't see it as a contradiction." "I don't understand." "That's the thing about faith. If you don't have it, you can't understand it, and if you do, no explanation is necessary." This is really close to my heart as an ex-believer. I really like Kira's attitude to her faith. Idk

"Farmers have become politicians..." Ohhhh.... I'd remembered about Kira's struggle, but not what that would mean for Shakaar and their entire political system.

Kira's shaky breath and hesitation to clap.. Ohhh...

"If Bajor returns to the D'jarra system, I have no doubt that its petition to join the Federation will be rejected." "Kai Winn and I have already discussed it. We're willing to make that sacrifice in order to follow the will of the Prophets." Ugh, of course Winn's involved in this...

"You don't have to get up for me." "You're Ih'valla. I'm Te'nari." Yikes

"Maybe you never realised this, Captain, but we would've tried to do whatever you asked of us when you were Emissary, no matter how difficult it seemed. I'd better get to Ops." She's so subdued. Oh, Kira.

"An excess of neuropeptides. I can give you an inhibitor to make sure it never happens again. [Sisko nods, and Julian goes to get it.] Of course, if I do, you risk never finding out." This is like the reverse of Sisko's vision episode in Season 5

"So, any idea what they might have been trying to tell you?" I think Julian's really, genuinely curious here.

"Sure. That I have too many neuropeptides rolling around in my head." Heh, and that smile

"I suppose Julian has one too." Your wife knows you, O'Brien.

"Wanna try for twins?" "I don't think it works that way." XD

I know looking longingly at his costume shows his wish for his own free time... but it also reads a lot like longing for Julian ngl

"I'm sorry. The last thing I want to do is add to your problems, but this is something I have to do." Ohhh, she's blinking back tears as she says this, I hate this so much for her.

"I don't doubt I can find someone to fill your post.. But to replace you?" OH, HE'S CRYING TOO THESE GUYSSSS

Miles looking for Julian :3

"Chief! Excuse me!" As soon as Julian sees Miles he rushes over. It can't have been THAT LONG since you saw him??

"You and I were evenly matched" - wellll, no you weren't. That was a ruse on Julian's part. Sorry.

"Actually, I was hoping maybe-" his awkward hand gestures :3 sweetheart

I can't stop watching Julian's face in this scene. When Quark reminds him "no refunds", he looks hopefully for a second at Miles. And his expression is so sad thereafter, his laugh at Miles' joke so lacklustre. Guys, I just have feelings.

"You killed him because of his D'jarra?" "I had to." My goodness. Fricking hell. I did not remember this getting that awful!

"We have to go to the wormhole and ask the Prophets." Solid plan, actually

"I was the first!" Heh, I knew they wouldn't understand first. Not an argument you're gonna win with them

"Why did you send me into the future?" "For the Sisko." Love how the episode just says yes, this was all for Sisko's character development

"I promised I wouldn't say anything, but it's about Julian." "What about him?" "I ran into him the other day and he seemed depressed. He'd never admit it, but he really misses you." This part is MY FAV

"I'm a lucky man." The way she nods and winks <3 Keiko is a queen and I wish we saw more of her, not her-and-Miles

Julian's little smile when Keiko messages him :3

"I want you to have this. It's an original Kira Nerys. Could be verrrry valuable one day." "I hear she didn't make many." Their laughs <3

"We were wondering if there's any chance you could come and give her your blessing." Kira's glance over to him, not quite sure how he'll respond, but his genuine smile and "I'd be happy to" ❤❤

Aww, Sisko covering up his smile at the end there. I love it.

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The Latte Boy

PAIRNING/FANDOM: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) GENRE: Fluff WORD COUNT: 950 WARNINGS: none :) SUMMARY: Nick goes to the coffee shop for caffeine / inspiration for his creative writing class where he meets a cute barista. or Based off the song Taylor, The Latte Boy by Kristin Chenoweth ADDTIONAL TAGS: Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Inspiration: Taylor the Latte Boy- Kristin Chenoweth (Song), They/Them Pronouns for Darcy Olsson, POV First Person- Nicholas "Nick" Nelson

Taylor, The Latte Boy by Kristin Chenoweth lyrics

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Okay, honestly, I don't even like coffee that much. I have to get a latte with extra stuff to even tolerate the smell of it.

But one day I went to the coffee shop for some much-needed caffeine after my favourite elective, creative writing, assigned more work than I had for my core classes. I was planning on getting a matcha tea lemonade, but the cutest boy I had ever seen was working the coffee machine and for some reason I said I wanted a coffee. The barista, whose nametag read Darcy they/them, working the register asked if I wanted anything in it, so I said milk, but it came out sounding more like a question.

The barista looked at me, and then followed my line of sight to the cute barista working the coffee machine and asked me if wanted anything else. I don't know what goes in coffee so I said no. They told me what I was asking for was called a latte if I wanted to order it again in the future. I thanked them for the information and after paying, received my drink pretty fast.

That was over a month ago, and I still order lattes when I go into the coffee shop and see him. I think he might know I don’t enjoy coffee very much, because every time my drink tastes a little different, but better. I know that he has started putting extra foam in my drink, and maybe even switched the milk to oat milk.

My poetry project is due at the end of the week and the only poem I have left is my free verse poem. I know I could write anything for it, but I have zero inspiration for it. I decided to start my day with a latte, hoping for some inspiration along the way.

I got to the coffee shop and the clock indoors told me it was 8:11 which wasn’t bad considering my first class starts at 9, so I had plenty of time.

Inspiration: Nine and time? No.

I noticed that Darcy wasn’t working the register today and the cute, curly haired, barista was behind the counter by himself. If I must admit, I am pretty nervous to talk to him, but I know I can order a latte and be at least kind of normal about it.

“Hi, how are you?” he asked me the moment I stepped up to the counter.

I had to tell myself to breathe before replying, “Fine, thank you. Also, my name is Nick.”

“Hi, Nick. My name’s Charlie.” He introduced himself. I guess in hindsight I could have looked at his nametag and saw that. “Double latte?”

I nodded in response, hoping I wasn’t blushing at the fact that he knows what I want to drink.     

“Do you play guitar?” Charlie asked me, walking towards the coffee machine.

“No?” I questioned, unsure where that question came from.

“You have a guitar pin on your bag.” He said, pointing at the blue, purple, and pink guitar pin that my friend Sahar gave me when I came out to her. She told me it was the first bi-pride pin she was given and wanted to pass it on to me. I may have cried when I got home later at her kindness to me.

“Oh, my friend actually gave me this pin when I came out to her.” I rejoindered. “She plays guitar, I don’t though.”

“Oh.” Charlie hummed, “I play the drums and tonight my band is going to be playing at the pub off campus, if you want to come?”

Before I could respond, I noticed that Charlie pulled the lever for the foam three times instead of twice, so I’m pretty sure that means that he loves me too. If I was to guess.

“What time are you playing?” I implored. “And thank you for the extra foam.”

Charlie walked to the register and set my cup on the counter before responding with a smile, “We are supposed to go on at 8, but for some reason always starts eleven minutes late. Must be running on gay time for something.”

Inspiration: Latte and gay? No way.

I chuckled nervously pulling my wallet out before he interrupted me saying, “Keep your $3.55, this one’s on me.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling too hard, “Thank you, Charlie. Can I buy you a drink tonight after your show?”

I had to stop from fanning myself when Charlie nodded, smiling so hard I could see dimples. “I would like that, Nick. Thank you.”

I told Charlie it was no problem and let him know I looked forward to seeing him tonight before I left the coffee shop. I took a sip of the drink Charlie made me today and was hit with a wave of inspiration for my poem. I walked to class as fast as I could, getting to my desk with plenty of time to spare, not even another student in the lecture hall.

I pulled out the first piece of paper that I could find in my bag and starting writing my thoughts before I lost them.

Charlie the latte boy Bring me java, bring me joy Charlie the latte boy I love him, I love him, I love him

So many years my heart has waited Who’d know love could be so caffeinated Charlie, the latte boy I love him, I love him, I love him

I read what I wrote over again and while I probably can’t submit that for my assignment, at least I wrote something today.

Charlie the latte boy I love him, I love him, I love him.

[vanillavagrant]

Gracelings, fledglings and spankings

What this whole blog is about.

Summary:

On the first day of College Bram is approached by a strange man. Bram thinks he's being invited to a fraternity initiation, but what Bram doesn't know is that he is secretly a young angel, the man is his father, and Daddy's there to bring the new baby home. Enter the nursery where fledglings are kept shrunk down for easy management. Bram does not plan to stick around. After all, he has an education to get to! Too bad for him Daddy has tons of experience dealing with fussy fledglings. Or, It’s kind of like Percy Jackson, but there’s angels and spankings.

Addtional tags. Read with caution:

A lot of non-con, Kidnapping, Angel Family, Whump, Non-Consensual Spanking, Shrinking, Forced Infantilism, Daddy Issues, Father-Son Relationship, Siblings, Father-Daughter Relationship, Angel Wings, Dehumanization, Non-Consensual Body Modification (Shrinking and forced to grow wings), Implied/Referenced Drug Use (Character believes he's drugged), Half-Siblings, Domestic, Stockholm Syndrome, Corporal Punishment

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A Few Inches Off

So, I found this little post, and an idea made its little home in my brain and would not leave. For context, see the comments on the post. Addtionally, while I'm imagining this occuring on the Gotham Knights' Earth (which currently has no number, offical or otherwise), I've kept descriptions vague enough that any design or version can be used instead. Enjoy and be gentle.

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The warm splatter of blood on Jason's face startled him. Killed the frenzied words dead in his throat. He couldn't move, only think, as the world seemed to freeze.

Bruce standing in front of him. Looking at the gun Jason had thrown to him. Bruce turning. Walking away. Jason pointing the gun at him. Bruce turning with a batarang at the ready.

He chose the Joker.

A strange sound drew Jason back to awareness. Gargling giggles faintly fluttered from his left. Quite close to him, in fact. It wasn't someone new. Jason would have heard them. Bruce wouldn't let them get close. Bruce's expression was one of pure shock, eyes focused on the source of the sound. Slowly, Jason tears his eyes off Bruce and looks.

At the Joker. A batarang sticking out of his throat and blood pouring out.

Jason's arms went numb. He couldn't take his eyes off that batarang. The clatter of the gun falling to the ground barely registered, only the sound of the Joker slipping from Jason's grip, still trying to laugh.

At some point, Jason's eyes gravitated back towards Bruce. To the horror in his eyes as the Joker crawled towards him. He moved to stem the bleeding (to save Jason's murderer), when he suddenly stopped.

Bruce looked Jason dead in the eye. Something shifted. He looked half way between Batman and Bruce as he strode forward, ignoring the Joker when he clung to his cape, merely yanking it away. Vaguely, Jsson was aware that he should run, should get away.

But he was stuck. Vision torn between his father and his killer.

Bruce's hands grasped his head tight. Jason braced for pain. Nothing happened. Panting, Bruce kept his hands over Jason's ears, head turned to meet his gaze, and breathed. When had he removed his cowl? Green-Blue focused on Grey-Blue like a lifeline.

A heartbeat was all Jason could hear. Even Bruce's likely loud (and matching) breathing was muted to him. His whole world was Bruce's face, strained with effort and determination, and that beat.

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

Then, his face stiffened. Grief, terror, and subtle relief filled it as Bruce's hands left Jason's ears.

It was too quiet. Something was missing. Idly, his eyes drifted down to the ground. There, hand just shy of touching Bruce's cape, was the Joker. Blood not longer flowing past the still lodged blade in his neck. Body no longer moving.

Laughter finally silenced.

Jason stared until Bruce moved back into sight. And suddenly, it occurred to him that he hadn't planned for this. He had maticulously planned for every step to get here. Every alternate action along the way accounted for. And yet, even as he hoped and prayed that Bruce would do it, would kill his killer, Jason had never thought about what would happen next.

"Jason," Bruce's voice, wavering but still strong, had Jason's eyes snap back to him, "Let's go home." Jason didn't object, not even when hands guided him outside in seemingly a second. As he climbed into the already waiting Batmobile dressed like a traffic light and ready for bed, Jason breathed deep. And felt a dam break inside.

He was safe. His dad still loved him. He was going home.

[littledots]

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sera was exhausted, not a single thing had gone right today, as was the way things sometimes had to go. nothing could be smooth or easy all the time, that wasn't the life sera wanted to live anyway. after spilling tea on her dress and changing, she broke a shoe on her way to work, missing the train and ending up calling a cab, who took the wrong turn and added another ten dollars to her ride. she got to work, late and listening to bessie, their only morning regular as she chewed her out for making her sit outside the store while she properly opened the bookshop. lacey called in, giving sera an addtional three hours onto her shift to cover until otto was able to stroll in for his shift, but he still needed her help with the new display, so she was stuck another two hours, at that point there was no need to leave, not really, so she sent otto home early and was just about to start closing up when the little bell that hung over the door, tied with little bookmarks and braided strings rang out across the store. ten minutes to close. " hello ! " she called out, standing back up from behind the counter, hair a mess and a tired look in her eyes.

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TOA Canon [Knight of Seiros]

PATH OF RADIANCE/RADIANT DAWN [Radiant Dawn NG+ Post-Game]

After the events at the Tower of Guidance, Zihark found himself travelling as a mercenary once more. He spends his time resolving disputes between beorc and laguz, occasionally returning to Gallia as a home. Hearing about the academy, he imagines it as a place where both beorc and laguz may live in harmony and packs a bag once more. Wielding his trusty sword, he puts himself to work for the Knights of Serios, aiming to protect both beorc and laguz students as well as defend anyone who may need his skills.

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NOTES UNDER THE CUT

In accordance with my other Tellius muses, Zihark is taken from ~3 years post game. He has spent that time as a travelling mercenary, following the path his ending sets for him.

Rather than Daein, after Radiant Dawn, he finds himself thinking of Gallia as his home. As Lethe says his "soul is more laguz than beorc", and he finds himself far more welcome there with his beliefs than he ever did in Daein. He does not intend to return to the country of his birth until significant changes have occured. That will take time, of course. And he's certainly willing to wait. But he won't falter until then.

He is a Knight of Serios but he will still strike out on common mercenary jobs if the knights aren't willing to take them up, especially if there are innocent people involved.

Assumptions are made that he was recruited away from the Dawn Brigade at the first chance that is avaliable (3-6) and also that he was present for the events in the tower. Anything that was said aloud to the whole group as a revelation is something that he will be privy to. Private conversations like those between Nasir/Gareth and Kurth/Ena/Micaiah are knowledge that he does not know.

It can't be a Vergil muse without a little bit of gender fuckery, so woe! Trans Zihark be upon you! (FtM, He/Him)

In theory, he is bisexual, but as he himself states: "But I’ve never loved another woman. To this day, I think that I never shall." So in accordance with that, it will be extremely hard for him to get romantically involved with a woman/female presenting muse in TOA. Didn't say anything about men though😏

Addtionally, I am following the JP canon where his girlfriend died rather than her simply leaving him because of the pressure. It hits a different level of angst, especially for his motivations. (Smth smth a part of him wanting to protect other laguz because he wasn't able to protect her smth smth.)