#honestly that covers the majority of these

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door*

Summary: Joe’s boredom turns into an amazing night.

Warnings: Smut (Sending nudes, role-playing?, male masturbation, one-way phone sex, PIV sex, F and M receiving oral)

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Misc.

August, 2024

It was a couple of days after the final Bengals preseason game. Joe was alone in his big house because I, his beloved girlfriend, was out getting dinner with some of my girls before the hustle and bustle of the upcoming NFL season would occupy the majority of my time.

Joe was frustrated. He had only played one drive in the first preseason game and didn't even play in the others.

This season had to go his way. It had to. And unfortunately, that's all he could think about now that he was alone with his thoughts.

I was his biggest comfort. His home away from home. And now that I was away from home… he was having some serious problems.

It was honestly adorable how he had desperation anxiety from me, but any time I said that he'd just pout and whine. Unfortunately for him, his annoyance with the fact I found his pain endearing only made him cuter.

Joe was sat on the couch, every light in the house off, the soft pink throw blanket that was my blanket cuddled up to his chest as he buried his nose in it. The familiar scent filled his nose, and his eyes fluttered shut as contentment filled his body.

In his Seinfeld sweatpants and pink Nike hoodie - the hoodie of his that he knew was my favorite to steal - he was physically comfortable. Mentally, though? He was scattered and in desperate need of a distraction.

Joe’s eyes glanced around the room, trying to find something to occupy his time with, but everywhere he looked just reminded him more of me and the fact that I was with my girls.

Then, his eyes fell to the remote. He grabbed it and barely lifted his arm in the direction of the TV. The screen lit up, and Joe rolled his eyes when the Love Island USA Reunion started playing.

Joe was never one for reality TV. He was more of a History Channel or documentary guy, but he sure as hell knew I loved Love Island. I waited for every episode, and he was right there on the couch with me, ready to lay on my chest and listen to my commentary.

Nothing playing on the TV seemed very interesting, so he just turned it back off, resting his face in the blanket and taking another big sniff.

“I miss you, baby,” Joe whispered to himself.

——

After a few minutes of loathing on the couch in silence, Joe pulled out his phone. He immediately opened his photos app and clicked on the only album he had. It was titled “Y/N❤��”.

A grin formed on his lips as he zoomed out, closing his eyes and scrolling back and forth before he clicked on a random picture. When he opened his eyes, Joe felt a flutter in his chest.

It was a newer picture. We were lying on the couch, similar to how Joe was right now, with me on my back and Joe cuddled on top of me. Joe had a wide smile on his face as my fingers were in his slightly grown-out bleached buzz cut. I was making a silly face; my tongue stuck out as I used my extended arm to take the picture.

Joe then repeated his process of picking a random picture, and this one made his stomach flutter. It was a picture post-Natti win.

We were in Joe’s hotel room bed, the sheets pulled up over our chests to cover the fact that we were both naked. Joe was the one taking the picture, and we both had deliriously big smiles on our faces.

Joe then scrolled, looking at the various pictures of us from that day. We were so happy that nothing could've wiped the grins from our faces.

If only they knew what was coming. Joe thought, and his smile faded.

He was on top of the world after he won the Championship, and it sealed the deal for him that he'd have a career in the NFL. Joe couldn't help but think about all of the things he'd gone through in his career so far.

I wish I could protect that kid…

Then Joe’s thoughts stopped. He stumbled upon a picture that took his breath away. It was a picture I’d taken the morning after his National Championship win. While he was out celebrating with his team, I had taken a little photoshoot for my champ. I had his used cigar between my lips, his “Big Dick Joe” hat on my head, and nothing on but his letterman jacket loosely laying on my shoulders.

Then, Joe got an idea.

Joe jumped off the couch, a sly grin on his face as he ran down to the basement. He flipped the light on, passing the home gym door towards the back of the huge space where things were stored. He then used his fingerprint to unlock the door. When Joe proposed a fingerprint lock, I originally thought it was stupid, but Joe said it would make him feel like a comic villain with a secret lair, and there's no way I'd deny him of that, so he happily ordered it.

Once it was open he looked around the room. There was a locked-up trophy case containing many awards, including his Heisman. On the other side of the small closet were a few totes. One labeled ‘High School’, another ‘College’, and the most recent ‘Bengals’.

Joe stepped forward, picking the lid off of the college tote with that un-wipable grin on his face. He dug through it for a few minutes before he saw the unmistakable yellow fabric making a block letter L.

He pulled it out of the tote, setting it aside before he continued digging. Near the bottom was a small box, and when Joe opened it, he was met with the cigar he had smoked that very day just a few years ago.

It was still in perfect condition, so he put it back in the box and sat it with his letterman jacket. Then, Joe continued to dig in the box for the last thing he needed.

It didn't take long for him to find his snapback, and soon, he was jogging back upstairs. This wasn't usually something Joe would even entertain, but he was bored, and he thought he would treat you with a little gift. You'd been through a lot with him this off-season, especially since he was longer than the rest of the team, and since the new season was starting, he was gonna repay you. This was just a start.

Once on the main level of the house, Joe continued and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. Though he was home alone, Joe shut and locked the door behind him.

Joe then got naked, somewhat awkwardly sitting down on the bed. He sat his phone down and got comfortable before slipping his letterman jacket onto his bare arms.

After the jacket was in place, Joe opened the cigar box, loosely putting it between his lips, and barely placing the hat on his head. He did that on purpose, having an idea set in his mind.

All that was left was well… a little bit more complicated. Joe looked down at his lap, seeing his soft cock, and realizing he kinda has to get hard for this.

Joe grabbed his phone, pulled up the most recent lingerie pic I’d sent him, and slowly ran his fingers over his dick. The teasing mixed with the picture had him stiffening up, and Joe fully wrapped his hand around his length once he was somewhat hard.

That's when his phone came into play. Joe took his phone out, running his thumb over the slit of his tip to coax some pre-cum to come out, and pumped himself harder to get his length a deeper red color.

Opening up the video, Joe had the camera facing his face, and he hit record.

Joe was grinning, that cigar in his mouth as pants left his lips. He was making sure the letterman jacket was in view, along with the words Big Dick Joe on his hat. His eyes fluttered shut, and his head fell back - his hand speeding up - and his hat fell off his head, revealing the frosted tips he knew I was obsessed with.

A tiny whimper left his lips, and Joe flipped the camera, showing off his big hand stroking his even bigger cock. The veins in his hands flexed with every pump, and his length was throbbing with anticipation. Joe recorded for a couple more seconds, letting a whimper of your name fall from his lips before he ended the video.

Joe let go of his cock, intently watching the video back to make sure he had executed what he had in mind, and he did.

Once Joe cropped the video to his liking, he opened his chat with you and pulled up the video. Was sending a video that intimate while you were out with your friends at Jeff Ruby’s risky? Yes. Did he hit send anyway? Yes.

—

Your POV

I was talking to one of my friends about how we were missing the Love Island Reunion when I felt my phone buzz in my lap. I excused myself from the conversation and picked up my phone. When I saw Joe’s name I was a little worried, but when I saw that it was a video… that worriedness changed to confusion.

Opening the attachment, I audibly gasped when I saw Joe fully decked out in his old LSU gear. It was like he was back at LSU just looked a little older. God, he looked so fucking hot.

When the camera flipped, my jaw fell open, and my eyebrows shot up. I immediately exited the app and put my phone in my lap.

A couple of my girls were looking at me funny, so I excused myself to the bathroom before calling Joe.

—

Joe’s POV

After I sent the video, I just sat and stared at my phone. I honestly forgot the fact that I was going to have to finish what I started until my phone buzzed from an incoming call from you. The mere sight of your name popping up made my dick twitch, reminding me of my dilemma.

“Hey, baby,” Joe’s gruff voice hit your ear like a freight train.

“Joesph Lee Burrow! What in the fuck did you just send me?!” You weren't mad, not one bit, but the prospect of Joe sending such a revealing video while you were out with your friends had you a bit shaken up.

I froze. Was she… mad?

“I wanted to send you a little surprise. Did you not like it?” Joe’s voice gave away his nervousness. All he wanted was to give you a surprise - repay you for all of the pre-game lingerie pics you've sent, and the chance that he'd fucked it up had his heart sinking.

“Oh, I loved it… but sending it while I was out was risky,” You reassured him.

I was silent for a few seconds, relief flushing over my body along with a strong wave of desire. The sound of her voice made my cock twitch with anticipation, reminding me of the fact I was still very hard.

“Baby, did you hear me?” You asked Joe, noticing his silence after you had said you were leaving dinner early to come home to him. “Sorry… what’d you say, babe?” Joe said back, slowly inching his free hand over his thigh.

“I said I’m gonna come home early,” You repeated. As the words left her lips, I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. My eyes fluttered shut, my head falling back slightly as I slowly started moving my hand.

As you got in your car and rattled on about various things that happened at your dinner, my hand started moving faster. I clung to every word that left your lips, the combination of your soft voice and the movement of my hand easily getting me off.

“K-keep talkin’, Mama,” Joe groaned. I wasn't trying to make it obvious about what I was doing, but I couldn't help it. God, I needed more.

“After that, Lex said that she found out he was sending nudes to other girls!” You continued to rattle on, but I couldn't comprehend anything you were saying. I heard the words, but I had no idea what you were actually saying.

As you continued to talk, I found myself getting closer… and closer. My lips were sucked into my mouth, hanging on for dear life as I tried to stay quiet.

One hand was holding my phone to my ear, and the other was tightly wrapped around my cock, pumping over and over.

I felt myself getting closer pretty soon, the richness of your beautiful voice bringing a familiar heat to my stomach, only making me want to move my hand faster.

“Joey? You listening, baby?” Immediately, I fell over the edge. I dropped my phone, my hand going to my mouth and the other tightly gripping the sheets as I came up on my stomach.

My chest was heaving, and I was panting for air. I stayed there for a moment, just trying to calm down with my head leaned back and my eyes closed with a sense of contentment.

After a moment, I realized I was still on the phone with you, so I discreetly ended the call without saying a word. I took a few minutes to clean myself up before I called you back.

“Hey, baby. My phone died, sorry.” Though I lied, I couldn't help but laugh when you immediately started right back up with your story. “Don't laugh! This is juicy shit, babe!” I laughed again.

“Oh, I hear ya. How much longer till you get home?” A soft giggle left your lips, my cheeks getting rosy at the sound. “Turning on our street right now. Are you that eager for it?”

I chuckled, “Did that video not give that away already?”

—

Your POV

When I arrived home, I quickly parked in the garage and practically jumped out of the car. The video Joe had sent me kept replaying in clips in my mind, and to say I was worked up would be an understatement.

My pace was quick, walking up our front steps with a sense of urgency. The door was unlocked, thankfully, and I hurriedly entered.

After tossing my keys into the bowl we use for such, I kicked my shoes off and entered the home. Immediately, the familiarity and warm atmosphere calmed me down, but there was still a deep throb of need inside me.

The sight of Joe in all of his old LSU geer with his updated and older looks was… whew. A sight behold. The addition that he was jerking off while dressed as so only made the whole situation a hundred times hotter.

“Babyyyyy??” I called out into the quiet home. There weren't any lights on downstairs. Joe never answered, so I went upstairs, figuring he was in bed.

Upon entering the bedroom, I couldn't help but chuckle when my eyes landed on Joe. He was lying on the bed on his right side, his left arm bent behind his head and his left leg bent and propped up. All while only wearing boxers. I could tell he was trying to be sexy, but he just ended up looking incredibly silly.

“Why are you laughing at me??” Joe whined. The pout forming on his lips made me laugh harder. In response to my laugh, Joe dramatically flopped onto his stomach, hiding his face in the pillow. “I was trying to be sexy,” his muffled voice said.

I shrugged my dress off, watching him with a grin on my face before I shot my panties - slingshot style - at the back of his head. He didn't move for a minute, so I slid into bed next to him. Joe then animatedly grabbed the balled-up fabric, his head peeking up once he felt the lace.

A smirk pulled at his lips, and he quickly got under the covers with me. I grinned as Joe leaned up, leering over me with a soft smile on his face. “I know you're trying to be sexy, but you look adorable,” Joe’s smile dropped, and he rolled his eyes, “Don't roll your eyes at me!” I laughed.

Joe grinned yet again, leaning down to attach his lips to mine. We both sighed into the kiss, my arms going around his neck as he leaned down more. The sound of our kisses filled the air, and Joe shifted closer. I could feel the hardness in his boxers poking at my thigh, making me grin against his mouth.

I pulled away a second later, “Lay back, Joe.” Joe abided, pulling away and laying on his back. For a while now, Joe’s hyper-fixation has been getting his face ridden, but I had shot him down every time. The position he had in mind had my self-conscious mind weary, but because of the treat he sent me, I thought to repay him.

Joe, who was still patiently lying on his back, figured I was about to give him head, so when I abruptly straddled his face, his eyes went wide. Joe swore his heart stopped for a second.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Without warning, Joe grabbed my thighs and yanked me down. A loud moan left my lips as Joe started using his tongue through my folds, the tip of his perfect ski-slope nose rubbing on my clit.

“Joe… Joe- fuck!” I moaned, my hand reaching down and gripping his hair. Joe’s eyes rolled into his head as I ground on his face, his tongue still going at a merciless pace.

A minute later, Joe tapped my thigh frantically, and I figured it was because he needed me to stop for a second for him to catch his breath. I leaned up onto my knees, and Joe slipped a finger into my tight heat. “Baby, we’re gonna have to make this a sixty-nine moment, or I'm bustin’ in my boxers.” Joe was panting hard, his hair wild, and his eyes having a matching crazed look.

Joe added a second finger, pumping for a few moments before I nodded in agreement. He slipped his fingers out, and I flipped around, now facing the rest of his body.

I licked my lips at the sight of the major tent in his boxers, and I hooked my fingers in the elastic, slowly pulling the fabric down. My stomach fluttered with anticipation when his cock sprang up, fully erect and flushed red.

Without warning - just like Joe had done to me earlier - I flattened my tongue against the base, following a thick vein up his length before swirling my tongue around his tip and wrapping my lips around him.

Joe whimpered into my folds, the vibration making me moan around his cock, which started the chain reaction. Joe was eating me out like a man-starved, making me moan around him, which would then make Joe moan or whimper against me… and the process continued.

Not even two minutes in, Joe fell over the edge hard. My moans and whimpers around his cock, paired with the taste of my sweet heat, were too much and too overwhelming for him to last long.

I lapped up every bit of his release, and I fell over the edge not long after him. Out of exhaustion, I rolled off of Joe, faceplanting on the bed.

“Goddamn, baby.” Joe panted after a few minutes. In my peripherals, I could see the fact that his cock was still hard, and I immediately knew this wasn't over. He was nowhere near done.

My eyes were closed for just a few seconds when I heard sheets rustling, and when I opened my eyes, Joe was leaning on top of me. There was a mischievous grin on his face, and when he leaned down to my ear and whispered, he sent a shiver down my spine, “You up for more?”

“Y-” The words were caught in my throat as Joe started pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from my ear down my neck. While doing so, Joe teasingly dragged his tip through my aching folds. When his dripping, throbbing tip met my bundle of nerves, I couldn't help but whimper, “Please, Joe.”

Joe let out a dark chuckle, sucking on a sensitive spot in my neck before darting his tongue out to lick over the spot, “What, baby? Say that again for me.”

“Pl-” Just as the start of the word left my lips, Joe slammed his entire length inside. All of the air left my lungs, and I moaned out, one hand gripping his back as the other found its way into his hair.

“God, Mama. You feel so good,” Joe groaned.

Joe set a fast pace, his face tensing up in pleasure as my walls clenched him hard, still not over the first orgasm he gave me.

“Faster… please,” I moaned, and Joe happily obliged. “I got ya, baby.” Joe made sure his mouth was right next to my ear, and every pant that followed every thrust drove me wild.

A few minutes in, Joe was close, and I could tell, but he was holding off like he always does, determined to make me finish first. “Joey… please… I'm close!” Immediately, Joe started moving faster and harder, his thumb moving down to rub my clit. He had to bite back a whimper when he felt how slick it had become down between us, and he dropped his head to watch my walls swallow his cock.

When the tip of Joe’s length hit that spot, it sent me over the edge immediately, moaning loudly as I scraped my nails over Joe’s back. Joe started slowing his thrusts, trying not to overstimulate me too much, but I grinned to myself as a plan formed in my head.

Mustering up all my strength and energy, I practically shoved Joe and rolled over on top of him. Now, he was under me. Joe’s eyes were wide, and without giving him a second to think, I braced myself by putting my hands on his chest and started riding his length.

“Holy… holy fuck,” Joe whimpered. His hands frantically gripped into the sheets before he shakily moved his hands to my hips, guiding me with all his strength.

Joe had already been close moments ago, so now that I was fully going to town on him, it took no time for him to be on the edge.

After abruptly sitting up, Joe buried his head into my neck, moaning and whimpering like his life depended on it. “I’m right there… I’m right there…” Joe whimpered, and he continued to pant into my ear, his chest heaving as he felt that familiar feeling form in his stomach, “I… I- fuck, I’m cumming, Mommy.”

My eyes went wide at the nickname. Joe had only ever called me that in a joking manner over texts, so to hear it come out of his mouth in this situation drove me wild. After the endearment left his lips, my walls clenched down on him hard, sending him over the edge.

Joe came hard, his body shaking as he emptied his load deep inside me, and we both collapsed somewhere onto the bed.

After a few minutes of us both catching our breaths, I threw a hand over onto Joe’s chest to check on him, and he squeezed my hand in return. “Mommy, huh?” I teased him, and Joe only rolled his eyes, making me giggle.

“It’s your fault it slipped out. You had me damn near knockin’ on heaven's door.” Joe mumbled, his voice slightly raspy from the moaning he had just done.

I laughed at his silliness and his attempt at blaming it on me. “Knockin’ on heaven's door, huh?” I paused, and Joe nodded, “Did you know that's a song?”

“Hm?” Joe’s face showed a confused expression, and I had to shake my head with a grin painting my face. There was no way he knew what I was talking about, but it was worth a shot.

Authors note: Happy birthday to one of my favs ever, @starsinthesky5 . I hope this gives your bday a good ending.

PS: A thank you to both ^^^ and @joeyb1989 for getting me the motivation to not only write this BUT also post it. I love you both.

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Came from my own messed up head :)

[jaaklops]

so. the s2 intro sure is something huh

i was rewatching it and i found a LOT of symbolism in just the shots alone and im not good at analyzing so be warned

spoilers for s2 act 1 ahead! now you’ve been warned for that too

so first we start off with vi and jinx. vi rubs off the tattoo on her cheek or smudges something on it; she’s losing herself/her real self is buried in the grief and anger she feels after losing jinx during the battle, and now losing caitlyn. vi remains sitting, lingering in her emotions, while jinx stands up, and i read this as her standing up to be the new symbol zaun needs like sevika told her. vi, with her head down, is left behind while it focuses on jinx

new shot to ekko. he’s still. not moving. he’s off in the distance, not really involved at the time. he is standing in the other side of where jinx was,, maybe this signifies how far apart they are now??

second picture, he’s more active, he’s up front. it doesn’t seem like hes a major part right now but when things start to pick up he’s going to be involved

i honestly don’t know about this one but if you have any clue than do assist

cut to viktor. he’s in a cloak, picking up and holding a plain white mask. he’s becoming this god like figure who can heal the suffering (those who don’t show their true faces..the mask?) and he believes this is his new destiny. there’s light from above

later in the intro he is about to put on the mask/looking more closely at it. by now the light is gone, and it’s only coming from the mask. maybe he puts all his motivation into taking the suffering away from these people and that’s all he can see..and then jayce steps in.

(jayce/viktor’s arcs are still gonna be close together even though viktor leaves)

cut to ambessa. her face is covered by darkness and its overall just a bit dim. she’s holding a black rose and black petals are behind her. she makes no move to pick them up, instead leaving the mess for someone else. she planned the attack at the memorial in secret, and she gives power to caitlyn when in reality she’s the one pulling the strings.

in this she’s relaxed, and it looks suspiciously similar to a painting i’ve seen before but i DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE omg

cut to caitlyn. she’s almost entirely shrouded in darkness, with the exception of a bit of light in front of her face. she looks down, away from it, and she looks almost annoyed by it—her spiral into madness(i think we can call it that?)

her back is facing what looks like a curtain, and then she looks up, as if facing an unseen crowd, much more pulled together than what she was just a second ago. signifies her pulling herself together to lead piltover.

assuming it’s a stage though, shouldn’t she be at the front?

it’s very…very. that the shot of ambessa and this shot of caitlyn were put right next to each other ykyk

gonna be so honest i have no idea what this one could mean…very vague

intimidating shot of ambessa holding a black rose—the rose is the focus, while ambessa’s face is blurred. perhaps symbolizes piltover and how they’re in ambessa’s hands, not whoever the piltovians think is leading them. of course they don’t really know that, and they probably won’t until later in the season

MELLL ok for a while i too wondered what some of that even meant but then i was like WAIT.

in the first picture mel is surrounded by hands we only see in shadows. this is maybe to communicate the pressure mel feels from her mother and how it’s closing in on her all at once/she’s struggling to come to terms with everything thats happened, and now she has to deal with ambessa scheming and she wants to dismantle it, since she knows first hand just how ambessa is and she doesn’t want piltover to face the same fate

in the second picture, she’s breaking free from the hands around her and standing up for herself/fighting back

in the third picture she finds herself where ambessa once was. there’s much more light here, and the black rose (maybe still symbolizing piltover?) lays beside her. the black petals ambessa left behind are going away with the wind..l ambessa is defeated

cut to jinx again. she’s becoming fully realized as the new symbol of zaun, one that neither vander nor silco could be. waving the flag even though it looks just a tad too big for her

pretty self explanatory. caitvi’s arc

unless?

in the first picture it almost looks like vi’s staring into a mirror but no, they’re standing right in don’t of each other. neither vi nor caitlyn can see each other eye to eye, with both of each other’s emotions flying

they come to embrace but they almost seem to be thrown apart by an invisible force or pulled away from each other. so close to understanding each other but so far at the same time

ok now this i LOVE this one. see on another post that the second picture is a reference to macbeth and i just MWAH.

also pretty self explanatory..caitlyn’s arc

first picture, she’s spiraling absolutely losing her shit. pretty close to what we saw in act 1 except we were never showed it to this degree. a mental picture. she’s trying to pull everything together so she can be the leader she’s been appointed to be but she just can’t

second picture is said macbeth reference. also symbolic to her being blinded by her tunnel vision of revenge. she’s grieving you guys :(

third picture, her eyes are open and she’s looking at us like she knows something she didn’t before. it’s a realization and it’s definitely gonna be something surprising

—

hoo boy that was a doozy

honestly guys i do not know how to analyze well so i will say now that this sucked☠️but its been bouncing around in my head for a little so maybe someone can see this and make something wayyyy better with it

and besides its early in the season so this is probably all wrong😭

[sardonic-sprite]

It's september, people!

And we all know that means more release dates and teaser paragraphs. This month we get 1 repletion chapter and otherwise ALL as you wish fills!

Sun, Sept. 3 = move night (inspired by the Friendship Test video)

The family was all assembled, sprawled over couches and armchairs and throw rugs, small bowls in their laps filled with popcorn, pretzels, and gummy worms, and glass bottles of specialty lemonades, root beers, and cream sodas at their sides, all supplied from the grand junk-food fest on the coffee table. Alfred had protested it soundly, as he always did, yet still ended up with a root beer and a bowl of pretzel sticks, as he always did.

Thurs, Sept. 7 = summer returns (also inspired by the Friendship Test)

"Oh, Timmers," Jason whispered. He rolled over, and then Tim was bundled into his big brother's arms, cradled close and gently, with Jason's heartbeat against his cheek and fingers stroking through his hair.

Sun, Sept. 10 = repletion: lividity

Jason grit his teeth, fists clenching around the objects they held. "You're sick, you know that? Trying to gaslight a fucking kid for what, his bank account? Well, I've got news for you, jackass. Tim's never gonna fucking buy it. So give it up and give him the fucking phone."

Thurs, Sept. 14 = "Again" - Bruce's POV

"Dad!" came through as a sob, and Bruce’s heart stopped. "Dad, help, please, I'm sorry, I can't..." "Jason?" he whispered shakily. Jason never called him dad. Not… not anymore. Oh, God, what was happening to him? He was yelping and gasping and sobbing, and he wasn't responding to any of his siblings screaming his name.

Sun, Sept. 17 = mama spider (inspired by AYW Ch7)

"Lena, this is Chloe, my daughter," Natasha said. She wasn't sure why, but the words made her a little breathless. "And Adrien, my son." Yelena's eyes got very wide, and she glanced at all four of them in a split second before asking, "How the fuck did you and Rogers make twins? You don't have any mommy organs!"

Thurs, Sept. 21 = baby cuddles (inspired by Nothing in This World)

"Hey, Nneka," he crooned, relieved beyond measure to see her breathing, and feel her teeny, teeny fingers grip his shirt. “How’s our little Amazon?” His tongue tripped over our, as it always did, wanting desperately to say my. She wasn’t his. He had to remember that none of these kids were his, except for the hours when he held them close against his heartbeat and whispered promises that they’d grow healthy and strong.

Sun, Sept. 24 = "The Press Conference" - Jason POV

It was like a bomb dropped, the sudden explosion of people yelling and clamoring, for Jason's attention, for Bruce's, for Dick’s, for anyone's. Jason flinched as the wall of sound slammed him. He cast about frantically for anyone who seemed not to have forgotten about taking fucking turns post-Kindergarten, and finally called, "In the back, with the red hair."

Thurs, Sept. 28 = coming out of the coffin (inspired by Jason's reveal video)

"It… I… A lot of the reasons I had for… for not wanting to come back… yeah, they still stand. I don't like the posing and the attention, I don't like high society types, I don't like the publicity. "But… I wanna go out with the others and not worry about making up a cover story for who I am and why I'm there. I wanna… I wanna go to college. I want… I'm tired of… Talia called it living like a shadow. And I said I liked it because it's safer, and it is, but… It gets…" "Lonely?" Bruce murmured. 

Hope y'all are excited!

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

“Oh, slay, aren’t you going to write a canon pit fighter fic???? Aren’t you going to embrace the suffering and write something compelling???? Aren’t you going to-“ no idea what you’re talking about. Best friends to lovers quiet romance caitvi au with too many tropes to count.

[professionalfriesfryer]

That one Natori album cover but with Gojo instead

[improbable-implosions]

A little mend here that I was pleasantly surprised worked, I fixed the fraying bits on my book-shaped wallet! Figured that red thread works quite well with the themes of War of the Worlds.

First up, we've got some simple stitches perpendicular to the edge of the wallet, think a blanket stitch but the thread doesn't run through the loop created. Honestly, there are probably more complex ways I could have stitched that vinyl "leather" back onto the fabric and cardboard of the book structure, but I figured these simple stitches would be faster, and work just fine.

Second, on a slightly larger tear on the "spine" corner, I did some randa stitching! This actually draws from a style of embroidery I'm almost completely unfamiliar with, most popular in Brazil, so I may be labeling it wrong. If you know better, let me know! It's a sort of baseball-stitching like process, I was roughly following this video as a tutorial: https://vm.vxtiktok.com/t/ZT8TNMKw9/

and also this one to understand how to get started: https://vm.vxtiktok.com/t/ZT8TNrMML/ (Excuse the tiktok links, but I am not immune to the allure of short video on occasion! I even have posts of my own, every now and again)

I actually need to do similar rim-lining on the other three corners, as the adhesive is starting to come off, and that'll hold it still enough to solve the problem.

Also, some miscellaneous adventures in hemming patches properly! A process that proved MUCH simpler once I found my rolled hem foot. These two patches came out quite good, actually! straight stitching, for the most part, and relatively even folds.

It was much simpler to get the hems just so on a larger patch like this one, thankfully! I'm actually really pleased with the way this one in particular came out, and hopefully, I can make something pretty with it on the thigh of the jeans it goes with. (yes, that's why the patches are numbered, so I can keep track of where they go in the stack!)

Even despite how well things went overall with the patches, I still fumbled, got a bit hasty in trying to get the corner of one of the later patches through the machine. Said haste had me trying to shove shove, cram cram the fabric through the foot to get it hemmed, turns out, don't do that! Results in bending the needle on my machine! Oof!

Luckily, the machine came with some spare needles, so it only slowed me down a little bit!

[platypusisnotonfire]

I am doing perhaps the most hilariously overboard and unnecessary world-building thing (probably not the most….creating 5 accurate conlangs based on languages from 800ad merging and gaining specific vocabulary from 2000 years of life in very different planets is probably up there since that took a year and I only referenced one of them in the actual book… but that was a different book/universe)

I am currently making MANY spreadsheets of duty rosters to logistically make Exodus Terminal run with 53 people and still have scouting missions happening. Every department has its own sheet and all 53 characters have their own sheet to describe exactly where everyone is at any given point in time. There’s also a « crew by alphabetical order » sheet and a « crew by rank » sheet to help inform the choices of where people best slot in.

[torchlitinthedesert]

“Joy Davis was on a family holiday in Cornwall, teaming up with a girl cousin of the same age, when they realised to their consternation that the new Beatles single [She Loves You] was about to come out:

“Fortunately a catering assistant we had befriended in the hotel was a fellow fan and told us where we could find a record shop - 30 miles away. We pestered my uncle to take us, but he was somewhat reluctant, sensibly pointing out that we would be unable to play the disc until we got home… He failed to appreciate that for two teenage girls consumed by Beatlemania, it didn’t matter that we couldn’t play it. To keep the peace, he agreed to take us to the shop, on the proviso that we behaved impeccably for the rest of the holiday. We agreed, of course.

“So, on the release day, we bought our copies, and when we returned to the hotel clutching our precious vinyl, we found a note slipped under our door, from our fellow fan, to say she had the evening off, and if we went to her room in the staff annexe, she would let us play the disc on her Dansette [record player]. What followed was a great evening listening to the Fab Four, eating cakes she had got from the hotel’s afternoon tea service selection and quaffing West Country cider…”

From David Kynaston, A Northern Wind: Britain 1962-65

[sils-current-hyperfixations]

i passed my final with a B without studying at all while thinking about ezreal voicelines during the test

[xcziel]

Just FYI for those in the US: Barnes & Noble has their 10% OFF K-Pop Comeback sale running this weekend, May 31 - June 2

That's 10% off ALL kpop CDs and LPs

[cathode-crew]

Pleeeeeeeeassse

If you're on the attacking team, your priority is to shoot over the defending team's ink (not the other attacking team)!!!!

You will lose if you are spending all your time covering the ink of the other attacking team instead of the defending team.

[4suitedplayingcard]

redraw of the first drawing i posted onto tumblr (along with trying out a new pen i made.) no im not sharing the original drawing, i hate it.

(bonus meme)

[butchsophiewalten]

have i ever shared my sticker collection over here. i think theres something wrong with me

[inaflashimagine]

ok but what are ur thoughts on shishiba

tldr: yes

my word vomit answer?: he's my favorite order character, that man just oozes coolness. some of his quotes are so iconic ('i don't wanna have to think too much?' mood. 'the idea that we should give maniacs guns is old-fashioned.' okay pop off our hammer-wielding king. and him comparing assassin work to housework sent me. a true professional) and his latest design change also makes him look more cool. and i absolutely live for his dynamic w osaragi and nagumo. dying to see him and osaragi be more badass together

[un-pearable]

yknow it’s definitely very unhealthy to use tumblr as the place to dump my anxiety . like writing out what you’re feeling and translating it into understandable words is a method of processing said feelings but not. like this

[vigilantejustice]

my body and head hurty to the point of puking whenever i’m at like. the movies or a concert are best friends