#i should be asleep

[stealthrockdamage]

i believe it was sun tzu who said wifi is okay if you're close to the router

[timidgrace]

𝜗ৎ miss you — art donaldson

— art x fem!reader ^_^

cw: smut without plot, oral (f! receiving), fingering (f!receiving), tiniest bit of dacryphilia if u squint.. overall very 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 stuff 👅👅👅.

୨୧ author’s note : hi tbis is my first fic so my writing sucks okay bye 🔥 hi sorry hi

it’s obvious to you that art has a very busy life. being an incredibly successful tennis player is not for the weak.

technically, not for your poor, sweet boy.

of course, art had an immense amount of talent and he loved what he did. but god fucking damn it— all those tournaments, endless training, the exhaustion afterwards.. all of it meant he’d be away from you, away from the loving arms he just loves to nuzzle against, from the long legs he loves to rest in between. it’s the most mentally draining part of playing tennis, in his opinion.

rewatching the big bang theory for what seems like the 20th time, hair dripping wet from the shower, the doorknob makes a little noise and you look up.

first it’s his smell. then his right foot. then his head. then a smile, from the both of you.

“hi”, your voice cuts through the air, silent, except for sheldon’s endless blabbering about.. what was it? you don’t remember anymore.

without wasting another second, he jumps into your arms, your loving arms that he missed so much. he sighs, “hi, missed you so much, hi.”

running your hands through his hair, tickling the fine hairs on the back of his neck, you press a fond kiss to his forehead. he hums.

it’s been too long since you’ve held him like this. too long since you’ve smelled his cologne mixed with sweat, the scent filling your nostrils to the point it’s uncomfortably pleasurable; too long since his hands had squeezed your waist.

too long since something funny poked your thigh.

“art, hon?”, you smile and look down at him. he’s already crying from embarrassment.

“‘m sorry”, he whispers, getting up, wiping his tears, sniffling, “i can’t.. i can’t help it, ‘m so sorry, baby.”

“oh, hon”, you reply fondly, yet you can’t seem to contain the chuckle that escapes your lips. seeing him cry is a veritable sight. sometimes you wonder if he does it on purpose because he knows you get off to it. “cmere, ‘s okay, hm? it’s fine.”

you gather his tall frame (which now seems small) into your arms, kissing his forehead, nose, finally reaching his lips. you cup his jaw and gently squeeze it, making it slack just enough so you’re able to slide your tongue inside his warm mouth. he moans and you swallow the sound while your hand travels down to his thigh, dangerously close to his already hardened shaft, before your thumb brushes against his crotch.

“mmgh—“, he whimpers as quietly as he can before reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva following him. “pl-baby, please”, a breath, along with a sniffle.

you smile wickedly. there we go. he’s now reduced himself to begging— not at all surprising, but amusing nevertheless. “please, art? what are you being so polite for?”, you tease with a smile— no, a smirk— on your features.

“come on, babe”, he whines, tightening his grip on your waist. “i need it s’bad, please, please..”

“you need it that bad?” your hand is close. so close. your nail grazes his tip and he gasps, nodding frantically.

then you riiiip his shorts off him. his boxers follow behind. his cock, pre-cum just barely forming on his tip, slaps against his abdomen.

“there. what do you need?”

he doesn’t know. it just came to him that he doesn’t want to be touched. he wants to touch.

in a second, he’s on you, desperately sliding your panties off your legs and throwing them carelessly on the floor (or maybe it fell somewhere else, you’re too busy to care), arms around the back of your knees, long fingers spreading your lips and— god, you’re dripping. he moans lewdly at the sight.

burying his face between your legs, nose brushing against your clit, he laps incessantly at your folds. you gasp, you moan, your hips buck, you tug at his blonde strands.

“mmmh, yes, yes—“, you groan, legs wrapping around his head, heels on the back of his neck, pushing him forward. he moans, shaking his head from side to side, looking up at you with teary eyes.

a finger circles your entrance. oh, god, oh, god.

you nod frantically. you know he’s not going to tease you, but still, you’re desperate.

it slides inside you, gummy walls tightening with every inch. then it begins to move: leaves just so his nail’s at the entrance, then back inside. then another finger.

“mmh, tastes so good”, art moans, eyebrows furrowing in concentration, eyes fluttering shut before opening again because he realized he doesn’t wish to stop looking at you.

his fingers speed up in the slightest but you feel it. you feel it and you moan in delight, “mmh, yes, yes, keep going, art— mmh!”

your hips buck and he presses his head even closer to you, gently sliding another finger.

“art,” you moan, head lolling back in ecstasy, “baby, i’m gonna cum, yes, ‘m gonna—“

before you can even finish speaking, your orgasm hits. hits so hard. your hips buck and you grasp the fabric of the sofa desperately in an (failed) attempt to ground yourself. you gasp, you writhe.

art gently slides his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean of your juices, humming as he enjoys the taste of you.

with a sigh, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips and pulls back to whisper,

“i missed you.”

[lovelyscourge]

Free use pretty boy?? Free use pretty boy!! <3

[andr33yy]

Hear me out - this Charles w this Erik

[etanow]

Can I have some abstragedy plsssssssssssssssssssss

YESSSS YOU MAY

[soulmatesclub]

hard-hitting questions

[chippedshake]

ponyboy who's too sensitive and darry who tries his best not to feel and soda who feels too much and shows too little and dally who's been hardened beyond caring by the fight for self-preservation and johnny who proves him wrong and two-bit who can't think straight enough to figure out his feelings and steve who doesn't know how to feel anything but anger

[blitzwhore]

Don't mind me, I'm just... Thinking about season 3 being about found family. About making an active choice to love someone, and allow yourself to be loved by them in return.

For Blitz, it means fighting like hell for the family he's created (Loona, Stolas, M&M), but also being harassed by his father and having to face him and cut him out for good, and continuing to fight for Barbie's forgiveness. Hoping one day he'll have her back.

For M&M, it's making a choice about bringing a new member into their family, whether that's what they both want and need right now, both still facing the demons of their past because of the circumstances of their upbringing.

For Loona, it's having to face her biological family and the horrible place she was left to grow up in, and fully embracing that Blitz is her family, and not whoever brought her into this world to begin with.

And for Via and Stolas, it's realising that even though Stolas had no choice in her conception, from the day she hatched he chose over and over again to be her father, every single day; realising that that matters, too, and now they have a chance to choose each other (and Blitz and Loona) again, in a way they never could before.

Just... family, whether blood-related or not, being found, created, forged—an active choice you make over and over again.

Just the idea of choosing a person, or multiple people, every single step of the way, with every choice you make. Choosing to show up, to make amends, to rebuild burned bridges and make them stronger than they ever were before. And embracing the fact that you don't have to face life alone, that you can surround yourself with people who choose you as their family.

And just. Just choosing to love and be loved in return.

*implodes*

[farlontjosh]

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

it's 2:12 at night. i have a lecture in the morning. btw agatha all along's costume designer explained every little detail on lilia's costume and mentioned one of the pictures on her coat showed "women sharing knowledge & wisdom with each other via water" and guess whose element water is!! not lilia's!! lilia's is air!! good night!!

[alfavromeo]

so andretti how wonderful would it be if you signed logan hunter sargeant the driver from florida who happens to be friends with your driver kyle kirkwood and has a ride or die fan base wouldn’t that be great for a new media strat (similar to mclarens) which would bring a new diverse group of fans to indycar but more importantly to andretti and create more revenue for the team wouldn’t that be just awesome

[cubeofanhilation]

How I think dpxdc would go

The whole gang graduated high school, and one of them got an invite to Wayne gala (idk which yet) and they decide to make a whole trip out of it. So they all decide to sight see in the second most fucked up city, attempts to get her hands on fear toxin, Tucker tries to track down Oracle, Danny ends up accedentily fight crime,

Danny: *finishing up with some random mugging, and see’s Jason* yo why tf you dead

Jason, taken aback by the comment: *shoots him in the kneecap, and it goes right through Danny*

Danny: …

Jason: …

Danny: I'm going to take this as my que to leave *yeets outta there*

Jason: wtf

and Wes?He takes this as a fucking challenge, he tries to figure out who the batfamily is, so he purposely gets himself kidnapped so he can get a better look, and he immediately figures everything out, (they're bad at hiding it, and Wes is batshit insane, we love him for that). He meets Bernard around then, probably fresh out of kiddnapping (see previous post) Then they head to Wes’s uncle's house, and everyone

sees the E. Nygma on the mailbox and then Wes then casually reveals The Riddler is his uncle, and he's married to the penguin and everyones like “wow that explains a lot” then they end up playing some stupid game like clue or something, until it turns out the Quinnzels were coming for dinner. That includes, Harley Quinn Poison Ivy, Bud & Lou, and Tempest (long story as to why they're there, can elaborate if anyone's interested) Wes then proceeds to tell everyone he figured out all the bat identities (previously telling his friends, Danny first because he's in love), and the Riddler and the penguin start feeling awkward because now they're the only ones who don't know who batman is.

Then it's the next day, Tucker and Sam check out the sketchiest places because, it's fun, and surprises everyone (maybe including some of the batfamily) with how prepared they are to deal with this shit.

Danny and Wes go on a date because they're adorable. They end up getting lunch, then going out and stalking two-face, because Danny hates evil, and Wes doesn't trust politician. They easily stop him from robbing a bank or whatever, and th n the batfamily shows up and Wes is like “nope! Not being interrogated again!” Picks up Danny bridal style and runs away

Then comes the gala, first off

Babs: how would you know that I'm Oracle?

Tucker: my best friend is a mad lad, anyways-

*Cut to Wes hovering over Tim like “I k n o w w h a t y o u a r e!”*

Chaos breaks, shenanigans ensue, by the end the ghost gang ends up in the bat cave and they clear everything up, and maybe start an alliance, also Danny is like “dude the ectoplasm that resurrected you is not completely out of you're system in a healthy way yet! You gotta do something” and throws supplements at Jason.

[gds-daisy]

i don’t know if yall would be interested in taking a smash or pass quiz i made on uquiz but it’s not gaining ANY attention and i spent a lot of time on it so im close to crashing out 😭

you don’t have to take it but i would appreciate it a lot 🖤

link here

[tara-fantastico]

I think a big part of why aftg (the original triology) so often gets referred to as bad writing is because the language is a bit plain. It does have some absolute bangers, but compared to Jean's way with words, a lot of Neil's inner monologue is rather straightforward.

Which is probably largely due to Nora's writing evolving over a decade, but it also works so well inverse.

Given that Neil never was allowed to see the beauty in anything because it was considered dangerous, and was scrutinised by his mother from a very young age to make sure his sole focus was survival, his one track mind makes sense.

Jean, meanwhile, was punished for every little action and behaviour his abusers didn't like while also being told over and over that he himself had no value, but no one ever cared about him enough to warn him of the world. He was not allowed a lot, if any, positive experiences while in the Nest, and he was not allowed to actively want things, but unlke Neil he was never taught to fear pleasure because it itself was a risk, only because he might be punished for it.

Therefore, when they are both free out in the world, it makes sense that Jean is faster to see and express beauty, while Neil takes longer before he can see happiness as anything but bait for a trap.

[lesbianedmundo]

Thinking about 911 and last names.

Hen and Karen and Denny are Wilson’s from episode one and that never changes. We don’t know maiden names because we don’t meet a Hen and Karen who don’t know each other, who aren’t entwined by love and promises and a child. Hen breaks Karen’s trust as a Wilson and earns it back as a Wilson. Just like Henren being established the entire running of the show, they remain Wilsons.

Bobby and Athena, and how Athena has kept the name Grant, because that’s the name of her children. How there’s never any suggestions of her changing her name after she and Bobby get married. Because he knows. He understands parenthood, and maybe the children he bestowed his name to (in two ways for Bobby Jr) are gone, but his wife still has her babies. She holds onto the name of a man who she no longer loves because she loves the children they made.

Maddie. Everything I can say about Maddie. She starts the show as Kendall, when she’s flighty and scared and running away. She kills the man who gave her that name and in turn kills the name itself. She is now Buckley. Buckley, like her baby brother, the man she raised. Buckley like Buck. She grows her baby and names her Buckley-Han. Buckley like her baby’s mother and uncle, Han like her baby’s father, who loves and supports and is the opposite of the name she killed. But Buckley is also her parents, who ran away when their son died. Maddie runs away after thinking she’s a threat to her child and she does so as a Buckley. Her missing posters say Buckley. She checks into treatment as a Buckley. And she is found by a Han. She takes the name Han after that, and she never has to run away again.

The name Diaz doesn’t shift. It’s Eddie’s and Chris’s from the start. It also the only name we know Shannon by. She is tied to her husband and child every time we see her. She is left as a Diaz. She leaves as a Diaz. She dies a Diaz. Diaz, the name of two parents who don’t trust their son to look after his own son. Diaz is the name both Christopher and his grandparents have. They’re tied together through this no matter how much Eddie hates it.

Buck is always a Buckley. He’s our only Buckley for two seasons. He knows this, I think, so he bastardises it. He does the thing his anti nickname parents would hate the most and takes Buckley and wrangles it into his own interpretation as Buck. He distanced himself from the parents who looked right through him and never tried to escape their grief. He is spiteful about it. He cuts what they gave him in half and keeps the good bit. Then he’s one of two, after he finds his sister bleeding in the snow. There are two Buckleys, now, an us. A child is born and half of her is Buckley, too, and Buck is part of something. His sister moves on to Han but he’s secure in what he has, for the first time in a long time.

(What I want, what I really want, is the reclamation of Diaz. Eddie and Chris decide Diaz is what they choose. And they choose Buck. He gets married and becomes Evan Buckley-Diaz. Buckley to match the girl who raised him and the girl she made and the brother he lost. Diaz to match the man who loves him and the child who saves him and the abuela and Tia who welcome him. Their future children are Buckley-Diaz too, because this is a family they built together.)

[samofmine]

okay so. sam with a praise kink & a humilliation kink.

Imagine Dean breaking into Sam's dorm once, one week after he left for college, cause he's drunk and sad and hurt and he misses Sammy. It scares Sam shitless and he almost punches him but Dean manages to hold him down, "easy tiger", and then they're wrestling, more trying to touch every piece of the other's skin than actually trying to hurt each other, and it takes 0 time for Sam to get painfully hard in his pajama pants and of fucking course Dean notices.

"Still the same horny mess, huh, Sammy?"

And Sam just lets out the most pathetic whine as Dean reaches for his cock, hand moving up and down lightly and slowly and Sam missed this so much he could cry.

Dean has him begging for it in no time "use your words, babyboy" and Sam's brain can barely come up with anything but please please please.

Dean turns him over and climbs on top of him, taking both their clothes off as fast as he can and Sam just waits.

Dean starts to finger him right there on the floor and Sam can't wait, he needs Dean inside, his whole body feels hot and he's tingling and the friction of the carpet against his cock is just so good, so right, so he begs again please please please and Dean tells him to shut up, shoving his cock inside Sam hard and all at once and it punches the air off Sam's lungs.

"Quiet Sammy," Dean leans in to whisper to him, "You don't want your college friends to know you're a slut."

And oh my god Dean is fucking him so slow and so hard, Sam can't take it, he starts to fuck himself on Dean's cock in a pathetic rhytm that is not nearly enough.

Dean even stops for a moment, lets him do all the work, and then he grabs both Sam's arms and starts to fuck him properly, using Sam like he's a fleshlight, and oh god the memory of Dean fucking that flashlight in the bathroom when he thought Sam was asleep, Sam moans loudly, his cock leaking on the carpet.

"You should see you right now. College boy turns out to be nothing but a pathetic slut. What's the use of studying so hard if you're just gonna be fucked dumb by your brother's cock, huh?"

Sam is so close, his entire body shakes, and Dean is still holding his arms and he can't touch himself and it's all too much and he starts crying, moaning Dean's name and hoping he'll get the message.

And oh, he does, he pulls Sam in until his back is flushed against his chest and starts fucking him slowly, kissing his neck, and Sam needs more, he starts moving, and fuck, Dean's hand finds his cock.

"So good, Sammy" Dean groans and Sam can tell he's close, too, "Perfect for me, doing so good."

And Sam only nods, fucking back on Dean's cock and thrusting on Dean's hand, and he needs it so bad-

"Go ahead, Sammy, let go for me. Let me see how perfect you look when you cum on my cock." Dean speeds up his hand and Sam cums with a loud cry, body falling forward, but Dean catches him and turns him on his back, gritted teeth as he throws Sam's legs over his shoulders and enters him again, fucking Sam even harder, groaning "fuck fuck fuck" and spilling inside him.

Sam almost wants to beg for him to stay like that, inside him, not moving until the sun comes up, until Sam can feel him getting hard again, until he can fuck Sam and spill inside him again and again until he feels full.

But Dean just gets up, gets dressed and leaves.

Sam doesn't get up from the floor and it doesn't take long until he's hard again so he starts jerking off, high on the feeling of his brother's cum leaking from his hole.