#i don't wanna overwhelm her

[nesswrites]

FINISHED SEASON 16 REACTIONS:

Damn they were both actually spying on Vance NOT because of racism? And also just "we were sus of you but turns out y'all are the only good people here" is very funny.

Fornell's daughter my girl? What the fuck baby (I know the spoiler about what happens to her in season 18 and I am NOT ready actually, I like the fornell family)

It is increasingly funny that in a "blink and you'll miss it" scene of Vance deleting the picture of him and the spy who spied on him, they flash his phone and I need to grab a photo sometime except paramount plus is tricky to do that on as it gets small. BUT ANYWAY the photos you see like the default government building, a recent picture of Kayla, and then a photo of his son taken like 6 seasons ago but it's at the top of his phone's gallery implying he took the image recently.

ZIVA CONFIRMED!!!!!!

Anyway I'm so glad that Mitch Pileggi was actually a good guy because Supernatural made him a bad guy but to me he'll always be Director Skinner X-Files

McGee acting surprised by "Gibbs killed the man that shot his wife" SIR YOU KNEW THIS. YOU WERE WITH ABBY WHEN SHE DISCOVERED THIS. YOU WERE THERE WHEN THE DAUGHTER OF THE BAD GUY KIDNAPPED GIBBS AND WHEN HER BROTHER TRIED TO KILL YOU ALL. They literally TOLD YOU this McGee.

It's about time they burnt rule 10 actually. That one is broken so often, and then Gibbs also gets grumpy when you don't break it anyway.

Bishop accusing two of her coworkers of murder. She DEF worked homeland holy shit.

The ComicCon plot was great but you can't just go "Invite Torres" then "Invite Gibbs?" as your sixth invite? You bring Kaylee! SHE IS A NERD GUYS.

TRANS ACTOR JJ HAWKINS? HOLY SHIT. He was only in the show for like 5 minutes but he absolutely stole the scene he was in. Torres WISHES he had that grace.

Torres you are so lucky Jimmy saved your ass you son of a bitch, Delilah bought those tickets with her money, and she can and will have killed you if there wasn't a replacement. I get the whole "we need bribery" but you can't just give away $4500 of comic con tickets purchased by someone else.

Gibbs def needs a nap.

I appreciate them telling Torres "bro it's never your fault if you get roofied bud, don't go beating yourself up" because Torres would never be the type to blame another victim in his situation, so he needs to not blame himself.

Torres approaching his drinking problem? Realism in my show?

HHH stop making platonic friends wanna FUCK. I LIKE platonic Bishop and Torres.

Ducky as historian is a great way to keep him in the show while leaving us with majority Palmer actually. Palmer earned his place and having him play second fiddle to Ducky was starting to feel forced since Palmer has been in charge for a long while now.

The episode where Palmer deals with his father in law and talks about how he has two dads in Gibbs and Ducky? I cried like a bitch. Also his brother in law immediately knowing it was Palmer that saved him and not Ed? Classic. Palmer holds him accountable.

Anyway, Ziva CONFIRMED. I fucking adore Ziva so much.

Okay FINALLY watching seasons 16-current on NCIS.

Still in season 16 but I'm dropping some of my reactions so far.

I love that Torres and Palmer got into a fight at a wine and paint workshop, not because the guys were implying they were gay...but because they guys implying they were gay were being homophobic about it. Half expected Nick to kiss Jimmy just to piss them off.

Vance, dear, you really should vet your romantic interests better.

On Vance, glad they finally acknowledged his son? Apparently he is staying with his aunt but how long has this been happening? I honestly figured they'd killed his son off a couple seasons back, since he had this whole thing with his daughter's friend being a delinquent, but his son wasn't mentioned nor did he show up. At least they've acknowledged the boy.

ZIVA CONFIRMED?

Back to Vance but why is it with the CIA dude and now Mitch Pileggi's character (down to the southern accent he used in Supernatural) whenever there's a whole plotline that will end in Vance being hurt in some way, it reeks of racist reasons? Old white dudes in this show just HATE Vance. Hate him for better reasons, thanks.

Why do people keep putting Gibbs in charge of NCIS. You'd think by now they'd have a different senior field agent or an assistant director to step in, and not the dude who goes on cases and refuses to sign paperwork.

At this point I think Gibbs fully understands tech but refuses to acknowledge he does. Man hung up on Ducky in facetime then went "what's a facetime :3"

I love Palmer so much, he's great.

Whatever Torres and Bishop have going on? I want it. I know later they make it some romance bullshit but right now in the platonic friends era? That's great. Honestly they make great platonic friends they're more ♦ than they are ♥.

I know the next episode is gonna have Delilah, but that's seriously her only appearance this season? What the fuck honestly. I love Delilah.

It still bugs me that between seasons 14 and 15 Quinn just disappeared with a throwaway acknowledgement of "went to care for her mom" that is blink and you miss it honestly. It bugs me so much.

NCIS give me a gay character that doesn't die challenge (I miss Dorney still). Or at least acknowledge how bisexual Torres is. Man has more ex boyfriends than he has sense, and he won't admit it at all.

Still acknowledging this is in fact copaganda, but at least they show that cops suck ass and are dicks more than other copaganda shows? Though honestly it is still wild how the military cop show is one of the more liberal ones in political views, despite killing their gays. I watch it mostly because it's a comfort thing at this point.

[dootznbootz]

This may sound silly but there's something just soft about friends sending silly memes or vids or whatever to me.

Like whether or not you're a pretty good conversationalist, there's something so soft about "hey, this made me think of you" or even a silly "...Hey, I wanna chatter again."

[birgittesilverbae]

wait, you can’t say dads!mary/shannon meetcute and then not give us the meetcute. inquiring minds would like to know!!

"Are you Mary?" 

Mary scrubs a hand across her brow, wiping away beads of sweat, and stands tall from where she'd been waist deep in an engine compartment. "That's me. What can I do you for?"

There's a low whistle and Mary pauses for a moment, deciding whether or not to preen. She knows she looks good, her back and arms wiry with muscle from years of wrestling with cars, but some asshole hitting on her at seven in the morning is that absolute last thing she needs. 

She turns, then, with a sigh. "What do you want?"

The girl isn't even looking at her, and Mary re-evaluates the whole encounter. She's got her face buried in her phone, eyebrows pinched tight together, a look of concern readily apparent on her face.

"Hello? Anybody in there?"

The girl jumps, flushes bright red to her hairline. "Sorry, sorry, just got a text from my– my sister. Yeah. My sister. You're Mary, yeah?"

"Who's asking?"

She sticks out her hand and Mary takes it. The handshake is firmer than she'd expected, the girl's forearms corded with as much muscle as Mary's. "Shannon. The guy at the front desk really sang your praises about your skill with jeeps."

"Did he, now?"

"Said you're the best he's ever seen with them."

"He's not wrong," she admits, leaning back against the truck's bumper. "Though I haven't worked on any in a few months. You bring one in for me to look at?"

Shannon's smile is blindingly bright. "Well, here's the thing…"

//

"Want some more water?"

Mary shades her eyes with her hand and squints up at Shannon. "Do I want some more water," she echoes.

"Yeah." Shannon shakes her water bottle in demonstration, her tank top gapping open with the movement, revealing flashes of hard abs. Mary tears her eyes away, forces her gaze back to Shannon's face. "Hydration is paramount."

Mary grabs for a pebble and flings it at her. "Remind me again why I agreed to let you drag me out into the middle of nowhere?"

"Because it's your job?" 

"I'm a mechanic, not a backcountry hiker."

"Well, today you're whatever I pay you to be," Shannon snaps back, eyes flashing angrily. She jerks her head towards the trail. "It's only a kilometre or two further."

Mary pushes herself to her feet with a groan and shoves Shannon's shoulder as she passes, swiping the water bottle from her hand on her way. "Better get moving, then."

//

The jeep's halfway down a gully, still in the shade of the cliff wall. Mary eyes it as they clamber down towards it. An older model, beaten up but quite clearly lovingly repaired. An enthusiast's jeep, not just a weekend warrior's. She eyes Shannon with renewed interest, but Shannon's gaze is elsewhere. 

"Lilith?"

Mary startles once at the volume of Shannon's yell, a second time when a head pops up in the rear of the jeep.

"Back here, Shan," the kid calls. She's sixteen, maybe seventeen, and she eyes Mary with deep-seated distrust. 

"Settle, Lilith, she's here to help. Where's Bea?"

Mary jumps a third time when a hand is raised beside Lilith and waves awkwardly.

"'m here, Shan." It's another young voice, high-pitched and reedy. Lilith catches the waving hand and kneels back out of sight. 

"My sisters," Shannon says, as though that explains anything at all given how little alike she and Lilith look. She nods towards the hood of the jeep. "I think it might be something with the radiator, but I'm not sure."

"What–"

Shannon shakes her head, tugs on her backpack strap. "Keys should be in the ignition. I need to–" She gestures awkwardly towards the rear of the vehicle, and Mary nods her assent. At least the presence of two teenagers likely decreases the chance she's going to end up murdered, right? 

//

"You were right about it being the radiator," Mary says, poking her head into the back of the jeep.

"Huh?" Shannon's head snaps around towards her from where she's kneeling beside a prone teenager. Lilith's got the girl – Bea? – Bea's head in her lap, and Shannon's rucked her shirt up to reveal her stomach. There's a massive bruise spanning her side, centred on imprints of waist and chest seatbelts. Shannon strokes Bea's cheek and nods to Lilith. "I've just gotta–"

"Go wheel," Bea says, her voice hazy. Lilith snorts out a laugh, and when Shannon jumps down from the back of the jeep her face is bright red. 

"Wheel?" Mary asks, but Shannon shakes her head. 

"Ignore her, she's a bit out of it. You said it was the radiator?"

"Leak in the coolant hose. I patched it with duct tape. Should be enough to get it back to the shop to replace the hose." Mary glances down the gully. "Not to judge or anything, but did you really go off-roading without knowing that emergency fix?"

Shannon's face manages to turn even more red, if that's possible. "No, I know that," she says, pulling off her ballcap and running a hand through her hair. "I just– I wasn't thinking clearly." She gestures towards the rear of the jeep. "I think of Lilith as more capable than she actually is sometimes and I let her drive because she's got her learner's permit so it's fine, right, only obviously it wouldn't be but I get carried away with them sometimes because they're just, like, so adult about so many things and–"

"Hey," Mary says, laying a hand on Shannon's forearm, "hey, breathe."

Shannon presses a hand to her chest and breathes deeply, once, twice, a third time. "I'm sorry I jumped down your throat on the way up," she says, her voice ragged. "I really appreciate you coming out here."

"Well, my thought process was 'if I die, I die, and I'm bored anyways'," Mary admits, shoving her hands in her pockets and shrugging. 

Shannon peers up at her. "Oh, God, this was a really strange request, wasn't it. I didn't think that through at all. Oh, fuck me."

"Well, yeah, the five klick hike back to town when you absolutely have cell service out here kinda clued me in to that." Mary chuckles at the stricken look on Shannon's face. "It happens, alright? Your sister got hurt, it's normal to panic about that. But I've patched the hose and topped up the coolant to replace the leakage and we're gonna get her to the hospital to get her ribs looked at and then you're gonna pay me more than it's worth to replace the hose."

"And you're gonna get her phone number," Bea's slurred voice calls from the back of the jeep. 

Shannon turns scarlet, and Mary cocks an eyebrow, unable to tamp down a smug grin. "Is that so?"

"And take her on a date," Bea adds, almost as an afterthought.

Shannon buries her face in her hands and sighs.

[awakenthebeing]

that’s SO funny that piepoe just straight up leaves when they’re overwhelmed. so inspiring. wish we could all be so brave

NEHQHABABAHAHA YEAH NO NO LITERALLY. piepoe is used to being alone and has a sort of social uncomfort due to it? But not in the sense of social anxiety, in the sense of "I need to leave right now or someone is going to be thrown" kind of sense. Of course Piepoe doesn't become hostile until extremely bothered by a social presence, aka someone who persists despite her leaving for some alone time. Then she just grabs them and throws them far away from it!!

He does his best but he fucking sucks at getting out of social situations in a polite manner they just up and leave without saying a word or grab the thing bothering and throw them anywhere that isnt near herself😭😭😭🙏

[lady-lycany]

I really like my psychologist... I really do, but after todays talk I'm not sure If I should keep talking about my werewolf thing goin on 🚶🏻‍♀️

[izzy-b-hands]

There's a man vomiting loudly outside (potentially in our parking lot, but I'm deeply in an overstimulated autism thing rn and i simply cannot be arsed to get up and check)

I would normally, but there's already a man out there interrogating him and like. I'm sure he's well-intentioned, but I lost my shit at his opener of 'Hey buddy, you having a good day?'

He's being violently sick in public; i think you can assume he's not enjoying this day.

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@packagecfgirlyevil // kirk + gemma

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

[seancamerons]

i'm not letting anyone ever make me feel bad about me, my choices, things and people i love/care about, hobbies whatever, ever. respect me, or (kindly), kick bricks🧱 i'm just done with that "letting things happen" or niceties if you're not nice to me or others. you gonna disrespect me, i won't respect you and i just won't talk to you. life is too short to be a mean person. i don't wanna be a pushover. i'm not gonna let people make me feel bad anymore no matter who they are. i cried my last tear over that stuff. not gonna be hostile, or mean but assertive, because it's a new era and i want positivity. i want good things, i like my peace and anyone who threatens me with that i don't want around me. it's just bs. 💩 i don't want any negativity, so if you're gonna be mean or whatever do not interact w/ this.

[klara-rosa]

🥲

[fandesinae]

mmm thinking about .... m&m baby.

[mosspapi]

My appointment with my doctor is on Friday but apparently my mother is making us go to ikea on Wednesday. I'm still laying in bed basically all day from last Friday. How does she expect me to go to ikea while I feel like this AND be able to have a coherent conversation with my doctor on Friday. I'm gonna lose it

[missing-her-hour]

I wouldn't say I fell for her exactly. More like I unknowingly wandered dangerously close and realized that I was already standing at the edge and only then, willingly took the plunge

[racemeyibo]

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[boyapologist]

my day was super shitty but a lady on the bus randomly paid for my ticket cause she had a free pass? so I guess there's still good in the world

[thrasherella]

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

...

He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

[skrunksthatwunk]

playing dmc1 with my earbuds in (but on low volume bc they're being weird) while my roommate and her shitty bf argue. i feel like i'm recreating the very specific experience of some child of divorce out there