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[front-facing-pokemon]

[ninbinary]

[firstprincehornyramblings]

WEEEEEEEEEEE Hello, I hope everyone is having a lovely Sunday. I feel like I haven't done a Sentences Sunday in years! Thrilled to be back, with Sugar Baby Alex, AND a new WIP. Things are under the cut so this isn't the longest post in history.

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Let's get into it with Sugar Baby Alex first, shall we?:

“Alex, I am not ‘putting you off’, I am thirty-eight years old, I do not have that glorious refractory period you have, anymore,” the blond huffed, “As much as I would love to go again right now, and believe me, I would, it’s impossible. So, surely you can wait until this evening when we can both get hard, hm?” “Damn,” Alex whispered, “That fucking sucks actually, I didn’t know fucking an old dude would have drawbacks. So, like positive is that you can make me cum like never before but negative is that your dick has a tim-MMPHM!” That sentence was cut short by Henry picking up a pillow and pressing it into the brunette’s face, holding it in place for a moment as Alex flailed, “Such a mouth on you, I’m almost certain I liked it better full,” he teased before lifting that pillow, “Don’t make me confirm your sister and friend’s worst fear.” “Oh baby,” Alex laughed, smiling so wide now that he was free of the pillow, “Killing me with a pillow is so intimate though, that’s incredibly sexy of you.” “Shut up, Alex!” “Make me!”

AND new WIP time, Doctor Alex :)

What Henry was not expecting was for the door to open and the most beautiful man he’d ever seen in his life to walk in. He was fairytale prince level tall dark and handsome. Even in the scrubs, his physic was broad and built, and the long-sleeved shirt under his scrub top fit tight around wide biceps. He had coal colored, luxurious curls, high cheeks, and obscene lashes over gorgeous brown eyes. His jawline was sharp, covered in a few days’ worth of stubble. Miles of tanned skin, the same dark hair on his forearms, large hands that he was currently slipping into gloves. The few inches of exposed wrist from slightly pulled up sleeves made Henry feel like he was seeing something pornographic. But anything to keep himself from locking eyes on those incredibly soft looking lips. “Hi, I’m Alex, it’s nice to meet you.” Ah, Henry remembered reading something about Alexander the Great being the son of Zeus. Yes, a demigod, right here in Oxford, that made sense. No, wait, that accent- “You’re American?” Henry blurted out before he could stop himself. If asked, he would blame it on this man’s, well- everything. “Yeah, sorry,” Alex laughed, “Always forget that catches ya'll off guard, I’m from Texas. I’m going into clinical medicine, but I’d like to travel, work with the Red Cross and do outreach things; help with natural disasters and pandemics. It’ll be easier for me to break into that if I do the rest of medical school and residency in Europe.” “Oh.” “But that’s not why you’re here, hm, Mr. Fox? May I touch you?” the brunette asked stepping closer to the exam table Henry was sitting on. “Please. Erm, I mean, uhm, yes please, go ahead.”

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[welcometololaland]

DEARLY BELOVEDS once again I have no new Tarlos content for you (only RWRB, maybe if enough people are keen I can post some of that on Wednesday or something). So, I must regretfully force you to accept this additional snippet of ALTA (this one is from chapter 2). I will also post a moodboard below of ALTA chapter 2 for your appraisal and (hopefully) general confusion. Please provide feedback.

“How did you get here?” Carlos asks, tugging his keys from the pocket of his jeans with his free hand. It’s a bit of a struggle, his left hand isn’t his dominant one, and these jeans are very tight. He isn’t sure why he chose to wear this particular pair, but it maybe wasn’t the most practical option.

“Gene dropped me off,” TK says. “God, Carlos, why are you running?”

“This is walking with purpose, TK,” Carlos retorts, a smile itching at the corners of his mouth. “You should try it sometime.”

“I’ve lived in New York City for the better part of the last six years,” TK points out. “I know what walking with purpose looks like and this isn’t it.”

“Maybe it’s because your legs are short.”

“My legs are one inch shorter than yours!”

Carlos throws caution to the wind and laughs, finding a soft pout on TK’s flushed face as they step in front of the Camaro. “Here,” he says, pushing the paper bag into TK’s hand as he opens the car door for him. “You’re in charge of the precious cargo.”

“You know, I almost can’t believe this is your car,” TK quips as Carlos shuts his door and slides into the driver’s seat. “What happened to that absolute bomb you had in college?”

“Upgraded,” Carlos replies breezily, throwing the car into reverse and then manoeuvring them through the parking lot and onto the main road. “I had to save for ages on a government salary, though.”

“It’s nice,” TK says, cradling the paper bag and leaning back against the leather seat in Carlos’ peripherals. “You deserve nice things.”

BEHOLD ALTA CH 2 MOODBOARD TO CONFUSE YOU (SORRY I'VE HAD VERY LITTLE SLEEP)

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[kim-poce]

Respawn

A snippet of an idea I had. I probably wont be writing that much about it but I'll rotate it in my mind

Tw: suicide (their body gets better tho), classism, panic attack, betrayal, overdose, starvation mention, whump

Death is not a big deal, everyone has died several times before.

Life isn't fair nor equal, and death is much less so. Just watch the news if you don't believe me. Just yesterday it talked about a group of people, from their twenties to their forty. It seems they got tired of working to death and tried to escape existence by invading The Core. It failed, of couse, it always does. If The Core was that easy to get into most people would be dead by now. Not long after that the news talked about the new drug, you know the one, it seems they got a new version of the billionaire favorite candy. They said that that overdose was the best death in their lives, and that's saying something with their habit of finding better ways to die all the time.

"Is that your excuse today, Vi?" Tiana asked, she was on the back of my head, throwing a ball on the wall and catching it again. She looked at me, and then down to our bloody blankets, the pain still lingering from our wrist. "You could at least had not made a mess."

I shrugged, I guess the sight of blood took over our subconscious and the ball left bloody circles on the wall.

"Are you going out or not, they won't be serving food the whole day."

I shrugged. Death is meaningless, what is the big deal about starving towards it.

"The big deal is that it hurts, dumbass"

I found myself with my back on the wall as Tiana was already moving us towards the food queue.

"We need a job" she said.

'What for.' I thought to myself, throwing the damn ball against the wall, pain flowed into my head as the sunlight got in our eyes.

"Ouch" Cal complained, leaving the room.

"Since when was him there?" Tiana frowned.

"Hell if know"

She sighed.

We were maybe halfway down the street when we spotted him, my best friend. Our heart beat fast and the ball melted out of existence as panic overtook me. I barely registered anything from before I oppened my eyes to see Cal, resting my shivering, curled up body under their large wings. I couldn't see the body or out of it. Nor did I want to.

I let out a chuckle as Cal caressed my head. They raised their eyebrow at me.

"Isn't it funny?" Normally I would speak, but my mouth was tied shut so I threw the sentence straight in their mind, "I've brought a knife to our shell's neck several times but a little knife on the back is what defeats me."

"Is it funny tho"

"It is..." I burried myself futher under the wings, "It's like Achilles but I floated on the water without getting my back wet somehow. The mental image is hilarious."

"Mhm" was all Cal said, caressing my head, noticing the river in the mental image was made out of blood.

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@latenightcupsofcoffee @cupcakes-and-pain (i forgot who I normally tag in writing)

[chardou15]

Shattered Memories - Ch. 5

Chapter summary: Nuyia wasn't ready to meet her mother in Eywa and felt that she has no right to connect with Eywa, but she had to show that all to Miles. Due to Eywa's blessing Nuyia and Miles have the right to connect with Trees of Souls and Voices. Quaritch discovered that Eywa exists.

Pairing: Na'vi Quaritch x Na'vi Fem OC

[1,578 words]

Chapter 4. |

Oel ngati kameie. - I see you

Nuyia, oeyä 'ite... - Nuyia, my daughter

Oe ìmpeyam ngaìlä - I waited for you

'Upe? - What?

Ke, oeyä 'ite. Oe ke ìmtsun - No, my daughter. I couldn't

Sa'nok - Mother

Oe omun. Oe txopu sì - I know. I'm afraid.

Ngenga ve'ki oe... - That you hate me...

Ngaytxoa - I'm sorry

TW: cursing, manipulation

@missroro @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

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A/n: This story takes place after the ATWOW so it contains spoilers. I don't have any beta for that fic so I'm sorry if you find mistakes. English is not my native language (I wish). Text in green is spoken by souls in Eywa.

"I'm not ready to do that..." Nuyia looked at the Tree of Voices nearby Hometree. She felt uneasy. "I know I have no right to connect. I'm not... I'm not one of The People anymore."

Miles stood next to her, folding his arms.

"You have. You forgot? Eywa blessed us. You should connect to the Tree of Voices and meet your mother. Talk with her, explain everything." Quaritch looked at her, seeing her worries and sadness. He knew she want to connect but Nuyia was afraid.

Nuyia snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You don't even believe in Eywa, Miles. I killed my own mother, understand? I'm not ready to do that. And probably I will never be ready."

Miles lay one of his huge hands on her shoulder and squizzed gently.

"No, you didn't. You were just a child, a 17-years old girl. Now, you have a chance to fix that mess, Nuyia. You have a chance to talk with your mother somewhere out there in Eywa or whatever. Leap the fuckin' chance!"

She sighed.

"It's not that simple. Especially I must show you how we, Na'vi, connect. You have to connect with the Tree of Voices too to hear our ancestors. If you really want to become one of The People, you must understand our culture, way of life, Eywa. You have to believe. But you don't believe it. You still make fun, Miles. Did you forget our lessons? When I showed how to feel the ground under your feet? How to hear the sounds of the jungle? Remind that, Miles. You were so proud of yourself. And I was proud of you too. I hoped you are not as stupid as I thought. But now... I don't see you in Eywa, Miles. It seems that you are just making fun of that all. We are in Tipani since the last circle of dawns and eclipses. And still... You still don't make any progress. Eywa blessed us almost half of the circle ago. Atxo was right. You are stupid as a rock."

When Miles heard Atxo's name, he caught Nuyia's hand, walking directly to the Tree of Voices. His jaw was set. Atxo has pissed him off. During that period of time since Miles and Nuyia are blessed by Eywa, Beyda'amo's son has become more and more pushy, arrogant, and confident. He won with Miles only once and Quaritch has started to train more and more intensively. Miles had scars on his torso and arms, even on his face - on the right side under the eye, on the cheek. Nuyia saw how Miles ran, hoisted up on branches, and practiced fighting with blades, clubs, and staffs. She noticed that he had an extreme talent for the second to last one. Miles was tall even as a Tipani Na'vi and much more muscular.

"What are you doing?" She asked, but he didn't answer. "Miles!"

Finally, he stopped and took his queue.

"Show me everything. Show me how to connect to the ancestors. Show me Eywa, Nuyia. But first, talk with your mother. If Eywa really exists, your mother is with her. Take your braid and connect with the fuckin' tree!"

"I have no reason to show you that. You don't understand. You will better train to defend Atxo as you did earlier."

"Sänume said..." He began.

"I know what she said!" Nuyia shouted at him. "But I'm not going to show you that! You know why. Because you don't even try to believe."

"What a stubborn, tiny woman... I'm not as stupid as you think, Nuyia." Miles took his queue and slowly connected to the tree. His pupils became bigger. Miles opened his mouth, shocked. Nuyia knew that he has heard the ancestors.

Quaritch heard everything - the voices many of people. Their happiness, worries, and pain. He heard the war's sounds, killing people. Bulldozers, ships, AMP suits, flamethrowers... And screams. So many screams. He felt the death of The People - children, women, and men. He felt pain, terror, and hatred for Sky People. He felt that all simultaneously. Quaritch's hands have shaking, and his green-yellow eyes moved from left to right. Miles became pale. and finally, he fell down on his knees. Slowly he disconnected from the Tree, shivering.

"Ma Eywa, Miles! Are you okay?! You are so pale... What happened?" Nuyia squatted next to him, laying her hands on his cheeks. His skin was warm and sweaty, but he has no temperature. He was just shocked.

Miles looked at Nuyia, resting his forehead on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

"I heard everything. I heard the ancestors. I heard their memories from the war sixteen years ago. I felt their death, Nuyia. I felt their death, pain... Everything. I felt what humans did. And now... I know you were right. Eywa is real. I felt her too. And I feel her now. On the ground under my knees, in my nose. Even in my eyes. Finally... Finally, I've became to understand that phrase.

"What phrase?" She looked at his eyes which became really huge and round.

"You know what phrase. 'I see you'. Oel ngati kameie.'

Now Nuyia's eyes became bigger. For the first time, Miles said that with understanding. She saw him in Eywa too but said nothing. Nuyia only smiled.

"I'm afraid, Miles. What if my mother hates me? Or is angry at me?" Nuyia held three sprigs in her right hand.

Quaritch took her other hand and squizzed.

"Everything'll be okay, Nuyia. I'm next to you. That is your mother. You know she loves you. Even if she is dead. Tell her everything. Eywa knows that you'll say the truth. And your mother will know that too. If something will happened, I'm next to you. As you were beside me.

Nuyia sighed and finally connected to the Tree of Voices. She heard the ancestors from the beginning. She smiled, closing her eyes. She missed them so much.

"Nuyia, oeyä 'ite... Nuyia, my daughter..." Nuyia heard. She recognized the voice of her own mother.

"Sa'nok... Mother..." She started to cry, happy to hear her mother. "Ngaytxoa. I'm sorry." Nuyia felt Miles's hand on her shoulder. It gave her strength.

"Oe ìmpeyam ngaìlä. I waited for you."

"Oe omun. Oe txopu sì. I know. I'm afraid."

"'Upe? What?"

"Ngenga ve'ki oe... That you hate me..."

Rrrta’awä laughed.

"Ke, oeyä 'ite. Oe ke ìmtsun. No, my daughter. I couldn't."

Nuyia started crying loudly. She told her mother she missed her and wanted to explain everything. Nuyia told Rrrta’awä the story with all the details. Rrrta’awä wasn't angry. She wasn't even disappointed. She finally understood her own daughter. She was young and in love.

"Nuyia... I feel a man next to you. It's not García. But another demon." Rrrta’awä said in English. "Who is that?"

"My... My friend. His name is Miles." Until recently Nuyia thought that Miles isn't her friend but now... He defended her a couple of times. They spent a lot of time together - hunting, training, flying on ikran. Nuyia every day showed Miles many things and places. And she liked teaching him. Even if he was a moron. Tall, massive, rude, and vulgar moron. He was her friend.

"I want to talk with him."

"Sa'nok..."

"I want to talk with that Miles, Nuyia."

The girl sighed and open her golden eyes red because of tears. She looked at Miles who was confused.

"My mother wants to talk with you."

"Your... Your mother? But... How?" He asked.

"Just connect to the same sprig as me and close your eyes."

He did it and heard Nuyia's mother.

"So you are Miles."

"Hello, ma'am. Nice to meet you. You wanna talk with me."

"Yes. My daughter told me everything. I know you are a demon. Like García. Thank you for defending her and saving her life."

"You're welcome."

"Probably you know that I have a favor. No, not a favor. A demand. Relevant to my daughter." Rrrta’awä was talking to Miles only so Nuyia didn't hear her. "My daughter isn't happy. I am worried about her. She is my only daughter, Miles."

"I know it, ma'am, but I don't know what shall I do. Nuyia is better than a month ago."

He heard a sigh.

"You don't know how Nuyia was before that massacre. She smiled a lot, literally glowed. Every kid in the village wanted to be like her. She was a... how do you say? Role model? I am afraid that she won't get her energy and glow back. So, please... Save my daughter, Miles. Promise me that you will save my only child from madness. I beg you.

Miles didn't know how to respond in another way than agreement.

"I promise, ma'am. I promise that I'm going to save Nuyia."

Miles literally felt the smile of Nuyia's mother.

"And two more things, Miles. One: don't come closer to my daughter. In relation. If something will happen, ask Sänume or Unipey about that. They told you what to do and what to not do. Two: Oel ngati kameie. Both of you. You and Nuyia. Tell her that."

"I'll tell. Oel ngati kameie, Rrrta’awä."

Rrrta’awä disappeared and Miles disconnect from the Tree of Voices.

He promised. But he has known that he couldn't keep that promises. He must hurt Nuyia. Psychically.

Miles looked at Nuyia and smiled at her, knowing that she'll hate him and try to kill him in the future.

[gogolucky13]

Mile High Club

Summary: You meet Bucky on a plane ride and things escalate quickly. (Modern AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word count: 2,278

Warnings: Smut (fingering, vaginal penetration). Mild swearing and mention of alcohol consumption. (18+ only please).

A/N: This is my entry for @sunflowerxbarnes​ 1.5k Meme Writing Challenge. Congrats on the follower milestone, love! My prompt was “Well, that escalated quickly” which is in bold. I’m toying with some ideas for a second part so we’ll see! Also, my tags aren’t working but I said I'd post today so here it is anyways! Hope people like! Enjoy! 😊💜

A groan, frustrated and fed-up, rumbles deep in your throat. The yellow flashing ‘Delayed’ taunting as you stare dumbly at it.

Of course.

Add it to the list of things that have gone wrong thus far since you started your day. 

The alarm you set for this morning didn’t go off because your phone died during the night. Apparently the charger wasn’t plugged in. Then, the first Uber you ordered left without warning as you frantically searched your apartment for your wallet. When you finally arrived at the airport, the lovely woman working at the check in desk reluctantly informed your carry-on bag exceeded the weight limitations and needed to be checked. 

And now, the flight you need to catch for your sister’s wedding is delayed almost two hours. Just wonderful. It was bad enough you were forced to take a red-eye when your boss ‘accidentally’ forgot to put your time-off request in.

Urgently, you thumb out a text to your sister informing you’ll be arriving later than scheduled. You know it’s the last thing she wants to deal with, but it’s out of your control. Clouds and foggy weather in Seattle are to blame, and truthfully, you could say it’s her fault for living somewhere that experiences such dingy weather most days. But you wouldn’t do that.

Instead, you sigh in defeat and find somewhere to sit and pass the time.

Several coffees and a handful of swipe lefts on your dating app later, your plane is finally beginning to board. Grabbing your bag, you get in the queue for your section, and you try to optimistically tell yourself things are only going to get better. That is, until you see some man sitting in your seat.

“Ahem,” a gentle throat clear to gain his attention that is currently focused on finding something in his backpack. “Excuse me,” you try again when he doesn’t respond to your first attempt.

But then he’s snapping his head up to look at you, and you suddenly forget what your issue with him was.

“Sorry?” He genuinely asks, bright blue eyes staring at you in expected anticipation.

“Uh, I...um, you’re in my seat,” you finally manage to get out, an awkward laugh tacked on the end when you gesture to the seat number on your ticket.

His brow furrows, confusion warping into surprise. “I’m so sorry!” He exclaims, quickly hopping up from the seat he occupies to shuffle out into the aisle. 

You quickly take note of his height, and…well-built stature. There is no denying this man is attractive, and you don’t miss the quick once over of appraisal he does of you, too.

“It’s been a hectic day,” he sheepishly admits.

“I hear that,” you chuckle, slipping your bag off your shoulder and moving to take your seat.

The man follows, sitting right beside you, and you think this nearly seven hour flight might end up being alright. Silence takes over as the two of you settle into your seats, and you pull out your phone to let your sister know you’ve boarded. Then your seat mate is gaining your attention again as he speaks up.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” 

He holds out a hand for you to shake, and you offer him your name in return.

“Figured we’ve got a long flight ahead of us,” he smiles, and there’s a swoop deep in your belly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

“What’s in Seattle? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh, uh, my sister is getting married this weekend.”

“That’s cool. I’m actually heading out there for a wedding, too.”

“What a coincidence,” you comment, and he nods in agreement.

The overhead speaker cuts through the soft murmurs and the faint sound of a baby crying somewhere in the back of the plane. Flight attendants run through the emergency evacuation plans and then the pilot is announcing for passengers to buckle their seatbelts for takeoff. 

Thirty minutes goes by in a flash, you and Bucky exchanging small stories, including the woes of each of your mornings. By the time the flight attendant comes around offering food and beverages, a mischievous look has taken over Bucky’s features.

“Drinks?”

There’s a twinkle in his eye, and a quiet promise of a good time hidden in the corner of his smile.

“Definitely.”

Gin and tonic. Rum and coke. Minutes roll into hours, time passing by in an intoxicating and dimly lit blur as you continue sharing bits and pieces of your lives. A mention of a time from college, a brief discussion about his sister and then yours, talks of what shows you’ve watched on Netflix. The liquor spurring on the undeniable attraction between you. A quick touch here, a flirty line there, bashful smirks pressed into thin lines to hold back face-splitting smiles. Inhibitions lowering as sip after sip passes through your lips.

“I’ll tell you what, Doll,” Bucky begins, placing his fresh drink onto the tray before him, “I was not looking forward to this flight, but you’ve certainly made it better.”

Doll.

The pet name hasn’t gone unnoticed by you the entire time. It first happened when he excused himself to use the restroom. 

“I’ll be back in a minute, Doll.”

Then again when he asked if you wanted another round.

“Another drink, Doll?”

You aren’t sure what’s more intoxicating—the drinks or the spark in Bucky’s eye when he calls you that.

“Well, my original plan was to sleep for most of this flight,” you reply, taking a sip of your cocktail, “but I’m enjoying myself.” 

Smirking coyly at him, you watch as Bucky glances to your mouth, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. A pregnant pause fills the space, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of everything that’s been said and done between you. Temptation swirls in his steely blue eyes, pupils dilating and eyelids drooping. 

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

The confession initially catches you off-guard, a gasp catching in your throat. But then you quickly recover, the same thought swimming around the bottom of your glass for the past hour.

“Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes,” you say, setting your drink down and scooting by him.

The burn of his stare is felt as you scurry down the aisle, trying your best to be as inconspicuous as possible. The cabin is dark for the most part, except for the few passengers using their overhead lights to read or occupy themselves with something else. Quickly, you open and shut the bathroom door, sure to lock it to deter anyone unwanted coming in.

Giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror, you groan when you see some mascara has crusted in the corner of your eye. Then you take a moment to primp your hair, not that it really matters. 

Adrenaline rushes through you at the sound of three faint knocks against the door. Without hesitation, you unlock and open it, revealing a very riled up Bucky. He pushes through the threshold, instantly shutting and locking you both inside the tiny bathroom. Chest heaving against yours, there isn’t another wasted moment as he grips the back of your head to pull you in for a searing kiss.

Your hands around his neck, in his hair. Large arms around your waist, hoisting you up and pressing you against the wall. A moan that’s quickly swallowed up when you wrap your legs around him, the growing bulge in his sweatpants pressing against your thinly covered core, damp and throbbing.

Sweet soda and bitter rum send your senses into overdrive when his tongue interlaces with yours. The desire and need for more intensifying, heating the ever so small space.

“Please,” you breathe out when Bucky trails his lips along your jaw, down your neck. A few nips and sucks eliciting goosebumps across your skin.

Pressing harder against you, a hand snakes up and under your shirt, palming at your breast. The wanting fever takes over, clothes tugged and pulled at, revealing just what is needed most. The ache in your core is almost painful, but it’s quickly subdued when two fingers brush against it. A pleased sigh when Bucky runs them along your wet folds before pushing one, then two fingers inside.

“Oh my god,” you cry, the hold on his shoulders tightening.

“Shh,” Bucky quiets, pressing his lips against yours. “Don’t wanna get caught, do we? I won’t make it in jail.” He chuckles, his mouth curling into a smile which quickly fades as he watches your face contort in pleasure. His nose runs along your jaw, then his forehead rests against yours as he coaxes an orgasm from you. “C’mon, that’s it, Doll.”

Hot breaths fan over open mouths, labored pants strain your lung capacity, and then you feel it. Velvet walls flutter then clamp around his fingers when you reach your peak, a mewl falling from your lips. Bucky kisses you again, hard and desperate, when he retracts his fingers. You’re left feeling empty for a moment, but then the tip of Bucky’s member is nudging at your entrance.

“Are you sure?” He asks breathlessly, blue eyes searching yours for confirmation.

“Yes,” you breathe, gulping for air, “Yes, I’m sure.”

His lips are on yours once more, but you’re unable to kiss him back when he pushes inside you, mouth falling open into a silent ‘o’ as you adjust to his size. Bucky is big, there is no question about that. It’s a burning sensation at first, core clenching at the pain, but he takes it slow.

“Jesus,” Bucky sighs against your neck. Both hands grip your backside as he steadily moves in and out, giving you both the chance to adjust.

Then you’re relaxing, squeezing your legs around his waist, and Bucky takes that as his cue to pick up the pace. Fast and relentless, he pounds into you as he begins the chase for his own release. The coil in your belly is retightening, the threat of another overwhelming orgasm just out of reach. Skin tingling, sweat building, you’re nearly there.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, one hand gripping his neck, the other on his bicep, both holding on for dear life.

A deep groan vibrates against your chest, a sloppy kiss to your neck, Bucky’s thrusts begin to stutter and you know he’s close.

“Please, I’m almost…” But the rest of your plea dies as you cry out in a hushed moan, arms and legs tightly wrapping around Bucky’s large frame.

He continues to move inside you, sending waves of aftershocks through your body. But then he’s pushing into you one last time, bringing you down onto him and stopping once he reaches the hilt, his hot spend coating your walls. A final few twitches of his member, still buried deep in you, makes you shudder.

Bucky leans back, and places a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he chuckles, kissing your lips again, then your cheek. 

“Well, that escalated quickly,” you softly laugh, earning another chuckle from Bucky as he nuzzles into your neck.

He holds you for a moment longer, allowing your bodies and minds to come down from their dizzying highs. And then he’s slowly pulling out, earning a hiss from each of you. Tucking his softening member back into his sweatpants, Bucky leaves you with another kiss to the cheek and a I’ll see you back there before he lets you clean up.

Subconsciously, you smooth out your clothes and fix your hair as you walk down the aisle to your seat. No one looks up or gives any notion they’ve heard what you’ve just done, but the secret I know something you don’t know has you imagining all eyes are on you. 

Bucky hands you a water as you sit back down and you quietly thank him for it. As you open the bottle and take a sip, he breaks the silence that’s between you.

“What just happened wasn’t my intention when I said I wanted to kiss you,” he states, a sincerity in his voice and an honesty in his eyes. “I really did just mean I wanted to kiss you, but when you looked at me like that…and then, the bathroom, fuck,” he chuckles, glancing to his hands, “you’re just really fucking gorgeous, and…I’ve really enjoyed talking with you.”

He’s looking back to you, and if it wasn’t so dark in the cabin, you’d swear there was a tinge of pink to his cheeks, and not solely a lingering side effect of what just transpired.

A smile stretches along your face at his endearing confession. Truthfully, you weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting to happen when your liquor laced tongue invited him to join you in the bathroom, but you can’t say you regret it.

“I’ve really enjoyed talking with you, too,” you finally respond, and there’s an audible sigh of relief from Bucky in response.

“C’mere,” he says, raising the armrest that separates your seats. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulls you into his body before placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

After a several quiet moments, Bucky suggests watching a movie on his iPad, and you agree, but neither of you make it through the first half of the film by the time sleep is calling for you. However, despite your fatigue and post-sex haze, you made sure to ask Bucky for his number, which he happily provided. 

After he hands your phone back, a smirk creeps across your lips.

“I’m putting you in as Mile High Club.”

[markets]

so twitter is here now huh

welcome! twitter is hell so glad to have you guys. im doing the same thiing everyone else is doing, tumblr advice for new people under the cut, if you dont feel like reading it all the most important things are in bold (click keep reading):

- since its relevant, if a post is very long use one of those things ^ so that its more comfortable for people scrolling! its the one on the right below. theres no character limit on here so please use this when necessary lol

- reblogging stuff you like is important, especially art and writing! thats really the only way to push content on here and the like to rb ratio on mcytblr tends to be terrible so its very appreciated. if you REALLY like it you can leave nice comments in the reply section or in the tags as well! people appreciate them a lot :] if you want to rb something but dont want it appearing on your blog right now, theres a little arrow next to the post button and if you click on it, you’ll get the option to queue the post, meaning it appears on your blog later (you can adjust exactly when in the queue settings, found under the little profile icon)

- you can choose how private you want to be. ive seen so many people be like “dont say your name. dont say your age. dont make an intro post.” or “put your entire medical history in your carrd” but i feel like you can choose how you want to present yourself on here! you dont have to say anything about yourself if you want, or you can make a fun intro post/carrd with the things you like, or you can just say your name (or moniker), whether youre a minor or not, and pronouns, or anything else! its up to you, and here you dont really have to worry about getting doxxed so. obviously dont give out your address or anything but yeah :]

- ^kind of going off what i just said, if you want friends on here, you can make an intro/looking for mutuals post and put your interests in the tag section! thats how i found lots of my mutuals. honestly just use the tags in general, because its the only way to get your posts out there other than rbs and its much better than speaking into the void. dont put tags unrelated to the post itself though, people dont really like it. tumblr prioritizes the first 5 tags on a post ive heard, so be mindful of that, especially if youre an artist or writer!

- on the subject of tags, if youre going to critique a dsmp character, feel free to do so, just tag it appropriately! for example, if youre making a post that criticizes c!philza, tag it as #c!philza critical. also, please dont tag dsmp/mcyt posts as mine//craft or mine//blr (censoring it so it doesnt appear in the search), people who just want to hear about the game dont appreciate it. also, please dont tag or1gin smp (censoring again) for posts about the hybrid smp with tommy, ranboo, tubbo, etc because an active fandom already uses that tag, use osmp instead :]

- discourse isnt really common on here, but if youre going to talk about it, tag it as #discourse so that people can blacklist it. oh yeah i forgot to talk about that, you can blacklist tags in settings, which is great for triggers or anything you just dont want to see. id suggest blacklisting all forms of whatever the tag is (for example, dont just blacklist #tw gore, blacklist #gore tw, #gore cw, #cw gore, and #gore as well). lots of blogs (like mine) operate on an ask to tag basis, meaning that if you send them an ask asking to tag a specific thing, they will!

- speaking of asks, people love them! ive never met someone who doesnt like getting an ask, regardless of how random it is. if you like someones content or want to be their friend, feel free to send an ask, anonymous or not! i think this goes without saying but just in case, sending anon hate is heavily frowned upon, its kind of a pussy move as well tbh so dont do it

- other than the occasional weirdo mcytblr/dsmpblr is pretty chill, so try not to start fights in main tags for no reason lol please i dont want to have to migrate to linkedin or some shit. if you see something you dont like, the best move is to just block them and move on. literally just block anyone you dont like itll make everything so much more pleasant i promise. however if you do want to start a fight my asks are always open <3333

overall, just dont be an asshole and have fun!! here are some blogs id recommend following: 

mine lol pls give me clout, @relaxxationattack, @cyani07, @night-and-dae, @otteritos, @esclapo, @periwinklemoonlight, @minecraftsz, @timedeo, @poorlydrawndsmp, @tittybitch, @lnniter​​, @girlbossinnit,​ @trickszie​ (if youre on here we’re mutuals and/or i think you’re really cool so hiiii)

[imagininggintama]

If this is not too much trouble, can I request something for my birthday (June 5th)?

How would Gintoki celebrate his s/o birthday? 👉👈💕

I know you mentioned being in Italy, so I tried to queue this for a reasonable hour in your time, since I know it's probably night when I usually post. I hope it worked. 👉👈

Also, Happy Birthday 🎂! 😄💙

Everyone!!! Go wish @miiuutrash a happy birthday 💙

Also have this here, but totally forgot when I wrote xP

Gintoki Sakata

Okay, assuming you're close to Kagura (and let's be real, ANYONE who dates Gin should be 💙); he knows your birthday almost like the back of his hand.

She reminds him at least once a month, because she expects him to buy you a present. If she reminds him at least once a month from your last bday, it'll give him a chance to actually save some money... Right?

One would think, but that's not always the case...

This year was totally different though! He managed to resist sweets and Pachinko enough to get you what he thought was a great present!

But... When he entered where the party was... He almost didn't want you to see it.

Seeing as Princess Soyo and Kagura are best friends, when she heard how excited for your birthday Kagura was... She decided to throw the party! Although, she did let Kagura choose who was coming besides her and her brother, of course. (Matsudaira too, but aside from them Kagura went through you lol.)

It was so... So over the top and all the decorations alone made him feel like his present wasn't nearly good enough.

Just as he was going to try to hide the present, you found him and smiled. You took the box and put it with the other presents before dragging him to get some food.

As much as he wanted to sulk, he just couldn't. Everything was so much better when you were with him.

The two of you enjoyed in games and food, Gin yelling at Shinpachi for badly singing the birthday song, you laughing quietly

Cake was served and you couldn't help but shove some icing on his face, but he just pouted and kissed you... Icing face and all. 😂

He tensed when it came time to opening presents, but sat next to you anyway. He had hoped you'd somehow miss his or open it first so you wouldn't be disappointed... But you had already decided to open it last.

The present in question was a matching pair of stuffed animals. It was your favorite animal. One was the same color as your hair, your eye color, and feet prints in your favorite color. The other was white/silver with dull red eyes half closed, and feet prints in a light blue.

They both had collars that matched the color of the feet prints. The one with your hair color had a bow on it's ear that matched the collar, while the other had one on the front of the collar. Each had a tag that held your respective names on it, obviously matching the hair color. (How many times am I going to write color?)

A locket was on the collar of the one that was supposed to be you; a picture of the two of you inside and inscriped on the other half saying "together forever". He felt cheesy putting it, but it WAS supposed to show how he felt about you.

He almost wanted to shrink, since he could feel eyes on him. It wasn't the biggest, fanciest, or even most expensive... He just thought it would be something nice for you to be able to hug and remember he loved you.

Loved you enough to get two custom made stuffies!

You LOVED it!!! You showed them off to everyone and carried around the 'Gintoki' in your arms for the rest of the part.

It was fun and big and exciting, but your favorite part was spending time with Gin. Someone also snapped a picture of his adorable blushing face when you told him you loved the gift. That was, naturally, your new background on your phone.

He can't help but smile every single time he sees you snuggling with either of them. It warms his heart and he's taken a few pictures of you snuggling them in your sleep. 💙

[eulaliasims]

Check In Tag

Thanks for the tag, @pixeldolly!

Why did you choose your url?

Eulalia means ‘sweetly speaking’ or ‘well spoken’, and when I was picking my latest internet pseudonym (b/c I’m a 90s baby and grew up hearing to NEVER use your real name on the internet or you will DIE) I went for something aspirational. I’m better at writing than talking, haha. The ‘sims’ part is probably obvious.

How long have you been on tumblr?

Uhhhhh... ball pit era (2014).

Do you have a queue tag?

Naw, my queue is only set to six posts a day at the moment. I feel like I should have a tag for not queued posts, since that’s when I randomly dump a bunch of decorating pictures onto people’s dash and run away.

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Originally I made the account to follow simmers after the TS2 community on Livejournal died down; I lurked for a bit, then finally decided to share a few of my own pictures. It’s nice to be able to document my game like this and share it with other simmers.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It’s a Picrew of myself, lol. (This one, by Poika.) I did icons with my sims for a while, but this Picrew was going around and I liked it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why did you choose your header?

It’s Middleground, my main neighborhood, and it’s pretty. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s your post with the most notes?

Mmmm, it’s either going to be the natural history museum or a piece of CC--lemme check--oh wait, no, it’s the hobby lot makeover tutorial! I forgot about that. And then this shitpost, which still makes me laugh.

How many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea! Some? Y’all are definitely in the double digits, I know that much.

How many followers do you have?

I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, tbh. It’s better for the obsessive part of my brain that latches onto things like that if I keep it hidden with xKit most of the time. >_>

How many people do you follow?

345. Mostly simblrs (and a couple Mass Effect/Dragon age blogs), and I know that there’s some inactive blogs in there.

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Once or twice. More often I draft them and then just delete them instead.

How often do you use tumblr each day?

If something else has my attention, zero times, otherwise I'll steal @pixeldolly‘s answer and say often enough.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

lol, no. I am one of those people who prefers to merely observe fandom drama from a safe distance--in the case of simblr drama, it usually bypasses me entirely. If it’s not on my dash, I am not aware of it.

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

I don’t do that.

Do you like tag games?

They’re fun. Though sometimes I skip them depending on my brain spoons/whether I remember in a timely manner that someone tagged me. I’m also terrible at tagging other people. I try to only tag people who do them, and then sometimes the game’s already made the rounds by the time I end up doing it anyway!

Do you like ask games?

^^^^ See above! I usually only reblog sims-related ones, since, well, it’s a simblr.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Is this a thing? Idk, when I think of Tumblr fame, I think of drama and, like, the person who apparently went grave robbing for bones, so I’m gonna say thankfully none of them.

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I certainly have a crush on some of their games, haha!

[outerbankspreferences]

50 Wordless Ways to say I love you

Word Count: 1683

MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: Every time I sit down to write a shirt blurb it always turns out long. Every time I sit down to write a long blurb it always turns out long. I can’t seem to win. I’m always taking request, and message me if you wanted to get added to the tag list :)

#14. Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

  It was Madison Bailey’s birthday coming up and you had started a tradition last season on everyone birthday to make them a cake of their choice. You always loved baking and found it therapeutic and soothing. You and Madison were roommates while filming season two of the show, and you kicked her out of the apartment so you could surprise her.

You asked Drew to come over and help considering him, and Austin lived in the same building. In all honest, the two living in the same apartment worked out great for you because you had a huge crush on Drew. You had since you meet him at the beginning of filming season one. Your characters were love interest, and at first you didn’t know if the lines of acting were getting hazy, but you soon realized it wasn’t. You had some serious feelings for him, but you were too nervous he didn’t like you back.

 You were greasing the pans for the cake when you heard a knock on your door, and then was greeted by Drew. “What’s cooking good looking?” He laughed kissing the top of your head, giving you butterflies. “Only the best birthday cake in the entire world.” You said in a half serious tone, “where’s your partner in crime?” You asked looking for Austin. “Uh-he went to play basketball with JD, so just me and you are today. Is that okay?” He asked walking over to your speaker. A whole afternoon just to two of you, of course you were okay with that. “Yeah sure, did you download that playlist I showed you?” You asked, the two of you having similar taste in music.

 “Of course, I did, I don’t know how you find such good playlist.” He said turning on the music, “so how can I help?” “Well, do you know how to bake Drew?” You asked, have never done this with him before. “I would rate myself like a seven and a half out of ten” He said confident. “Okay, well why don’t you measure all the ingredients, and put them into these little bowls so I can post something cute to my Instagram and then we’ll get started.” You said handing him the recipe with the measurements.

 You preheated the oven and got the stuff together for the frosting. You prepped all the pipping bags and sprinkles in Madison favorite colors. “Did you get Madison something for her birthday?” Drew was the first to break the comfortable silence. “I did, I got her a gift certificate for a spa place for her and Mariah this weekend.” You told him proud of your gift. “Shit, I forgot to her something, I’ve so busy filming, do you know what she wants?” He asked. “Um- she broke her Bluetooth speaker last week, maybe get her that? That’s why we’ve been stuck using my crappy one.” You said laughing finishing get your stuff together. “Okay, are you done with the measuring?” You asked, looking over his shoulder. “You know that’s a good idea, do you want to come with me when we’re done this?” He asked moving out the way so you could see he finished.

 “I would love that.” You say grabbing your phone and taking a picture of Drew’s hard work, adding a cute filter before posting it to your Instagram. “You know she’s going to see your “Why are you posting that your IG story, she’ll know that’s what you’re making.” Drew said not understanding why you were taking a picture. “I know she’ll see it, that’s why I made cookies earlier. She’ll think I was making those and not her birthday cake.” You explained, grabbing some bowls to mix the stuff in. “Okay, you mix the wet ingredients together, and I’ll mix the dry and then we combine them together in the end.” You explained handing him bowl. “Why can’t we just mix everything in one bowl, you’re making more of mess.” He asked looking down at you, “uh-I don’t know, you just can’t. Those are the rules Andrew.” You responded sarcastically. “Oh god, not the full name. Remind me not to question your authority again.” He said shoving you shoulder playful.

 Drew loved to hear you say his full name, normally it was something he despised but not with you. He was excited when you offered for him and Austin to come over and help bake the cake. When you asked him the day before you told him the Austin was welcome too. Normally Madison would help you, but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. He didn’t invite Austin though, wanting to spend as much time alone together as you could. He would take any chance he could whether it be running lines, watching a movie, carpooling to work.

 Everyone in the cast knew you guys had a thing for each other and encouraged the both of you to make a move, but nether of you did. Drew nor you ever thought you guys would have chance with each other. So, you guys would just spend time together, dancing around feelings, and awkward moments.

 As you guys finished mixing the ingredients together you poured the batter and put it into the oven. “Okay, that should take about twenty minutes to bake and then we can make the frosting while it’s cooling.” You said grabbing some of the dishes putting them in the dishwasher. “Who taught you how to bake?” Drew asked, curious on how the habit started. You smile thinking about your childhood. You turned around to face him, leaning against the counter. “My mom taught me. When I was kid, she used to bake all the time. If it weren’t someone’s birthday, she would say they’re ‘I love you’ cakes. I guess after that I always found joy in it. I know it’s kind of cliche girl thing, but”- “No I like that you do stuff like this, it’s not cliché.” Drew said cutting you off before you could bad mouth your favorite pass time.

 That’s when your favorite song on the playlist came on. Drew looked over at you, knowing it was your favorite. He loved seeing the light in eyes when ever it came on. “Ugh, I love this song” you say humming along to the words while looing at your phone. Drew got up from the chair he was sitting on, and grabbed your hand pulling you close to dance with him. “I know, that’s why I added it to the queue, come dance with me.” The two of you danced like idiots while you sang to the song. Drew spun you around, and you almost tripped and fell but he caught you, the two of you giggling. You looked into his eyes, the two of you close enough you could feel his breath on your face. ‘Just do it, kiss him’ you thought to yourself, and the next thing you know, you’re closing the small gap between you two.

 Drew was shocked at first, not believing he was kissing you. Your lips were softer than he had expected, and they tasted like raspberries, most likely from your lip balm. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer kissing you back. You guys made out for a couple more minutes before you pulled away from lack of air. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me”- you started to stumble over your words when Drew leaned down and kissed you again. “it’s okay Y/N/N, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for while I just didn’t think you felt the same way for me.” He said with a little grin.

 You couldn’t believe you waited that long to show him how you felt, and now that you had you were glad, he felt the same way. “I was worried that you didn’t feel the same way, I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.” You said almost in whisper, a blush creeping on your cheeks. Drew leaned down and kissed you again, “of course I feel the same about you. How could I not? You’re such an amazing person.” His kind words causing a blush to form again. You hid you face in his chest, making him laugh.

 The two of you were pulled away from your conversation when the timer went off for the cake. “Oh, it’s ready!” Drew said rushing over to the oven taking the cakes out. “I’ll grab the stuff to start making the frost, and you can take the cakes out of the oven.” You directed. “Yes chef.” Drew saluted you in joking matter. Once he took the cakes out, you tested it with a knife to make sure it was cooked all the way through. You cut a bit off the top to make sure it tasted okay, giving a piece to Drew.

 Once you took a bit you immediately made a face, the cake tasted terrible. You looked at Drew trying to judge his reaction, laughing when he made the same face you did. “I don’t mean to be an asshole, but this taste terrible Y/N/N.” You grabbed the recipe off the counter and read the instruction. “I don’t understand I made this recipe a hundred times, it always turns out good. Three cups of flour, a teaspoon of vanilla, two teaspoons of salt, a”- “did you just say two teaspoons of salt?” Drew asked with wide eyes. “Yeah, why how much did you put in?” “Uh, well I though it meant tablespoon, so I put two tablespoons of salt.” He said rubbing the back of his neck cheeks turning red.

 You start to laugh at him, finding his embarrassment hilarious. “Oh, come on love it’s not that funny.” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Don’t worry I can bake.” You say mocking him. “I guess Madison is getting a store-bought cake this year.” You say turning around kissing him. “At least I can kiss better then I can bake.” He said making the both of you laugh.

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[firstprincehornyramblings]

HELLO everyone, happy Wednesday, once again, I'm getting ahead of the game and queueing this for in the morning so I'm not posting it when I get off work late. I have one wip completed, I'll edit that and post that... soonish. For now, I am focusing on my two current wips, which I'll post under the cut, because one of which is very NSFW. So, lets get to it, shall we?

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KissingChamber's Fic, in which Elliot loves Marco SO SO SO SO SO much, but is so shy in initiating affection. (he doesn't get that Marco is obsessed with him)

“What… else is there?” Marco asked, looking up with a little laugh. Another shrug as Elliot kept hungry eyes locked on the other man, “Dunno.” “Alright then, keep your secrets,” Marco teased, as he finished chopping up the salad. He stepped closer, offering a slice of carrot to Elliot. “Don’t fucking quote Lord of the Rings memes at me that’s so cringe,” Elliot frowned as he spoke, before wrinkling his nose at the carrot in front of his face. But he did lean forward and take it, just a little too close. His lips wrapped around Marco’s index finger and thumb, as Elliot locked their eyes together, slowly pulling back in a rather suggestive way. He did take the tip of the carrot with his teeth though, just munching on it as he sat back in place. “Oh,” there was a wide grin on the curly haired man’s lips as he nodded in understanding, “Oh, you want a blowjob.” Elliot shrugged once again.

- And, Hairstylist Henry and his Least Favorite Client (this one's a screenshot because they're texting and the format looks better like that)

Oh those boys.

YAY TAGS (no pressure tags darlings)

@taste-thewaste @eusuntgratie @henrysfox @mikibwrites

@softboynick @catdadacd @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @onthewaytosomewhere @anti-homophobia-cheese

@thesleepyskipper @tailsbeth-writes @thighzp + literally anyone else I'm sleepy and forgot, or anyone who sees this and wants to tag me, I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[alexandrablake]

hey! hi! it's me! here is my promised bigass update post!

i don't even know if anyone's noticed but i haven't been active in the past... ever (it's been a couple weeks since my queue ran out but in total i'd say maybe a month and a half since i've actually been "active"). i had/have a lot going on right now and i basically forgot i had a tumblr (swag) and i've barely been on the internet period (also swag). i've missed y'all ever so dearly and mutuals - i will be doing rounds to see how you are doing and say hello and scope your always amazing themes.

now. to get into the meat of things (i am coloring the important stuff because if y'all are anything like me, long posts are awful to read).

as i said, life has been pretty nuts lately, which is really strange to say because in retrospect not much has actually been happening. i'll give y'all a quick rundown of it though.

main thing - i got a summer job about a month ago which is what i've been doing lately. i live in the middle of actual nowhere so working is this whole thing (in addition to it being a whole thing of y'know... working) the management sucks so. i'm not vibing but it's just for the summer so i'm sucking it up

follow up thing - i'm in a weird place in my head rn?? i honestly think it's because i'm so bone tired (even though i am sleeping so much - more on this in a second) so i'm thinking a lot about a lot of things

second follow up thing - i've been sick (swag part two) so i'm just asleep . all the time . i'm starting to think the sleep is a real issue but i'm starting to feel better so who even knows at this point.

so that's where i've been! i hope that's like relatively cohesive because here's what's coming up in the future of the alexandrablake blog!

in my ... leave of absence we'll call it, i did do a little bit of reflecting about what i was doing on this blog and i realized that it's time for me and criminal minds to break up. it's amicable and i think we'll stay friends but we aren't the best people for each other and we've known this for a while

god i need to not take breaks

but yeah. i'm kinda stepping back from cm. i haven't been interested in the show in quite some time and i just cannot feel myself loving it like i used to. and quite frankly, i'm bored of it.

but only kind of! i still have some serieses to finish and i may have the occasional idea in the future and i'll definitely interact with my cm mutuals' creations but my focus is shifting!

i'm not entirely sure what to either! i think for now i'm just going to embrace the "multi" part of the multi-fandom blog i technically am. i will say - the amount of 911/911ls around here is going to pick up quick (stupid fucking firefighters making me feel feelings and fall in love with them)

other things i'd like to note in the form of a list!

i'm probably going to be doing a cleanse of who i follow! i may break some mutuals and i promise this isn't because of you, it's just me trying to get something other than cm on my dash

everything should be tagged for the fandom it falls under!

i still won't be the most active, but please come talk to me! i've missed talking to you guys!

i think i'm going to start editing more than writing because (once again (lets hope its not as bad as last time)) i have absolutely no drive to write

EDIT: i also promise i won’t be offended if you unfollow me / break a mutual / etc! curate your online experience and i promise i won’t be hurt if i’m no longer a part of that anymore!

EDIT 2: also please still tag me in your cm creations! just because i’m not going to be actively engaging with it doesn’t mean i’m not going to support you anymore!

and now comes the time for me to tag some mutuals (and i mean some, i'm literally tagging the first of y'all to pop up in that little box) so y'all can decide what you want to do! i'm not even sure if i'm still mutuals with all of you and i'll check in a sec but for now

@temily (hi grace) @tenemily (hi kayla) @moreidstrobed (hi adam) @qvid-pro-qvo (hi qvo) @literateleah (hi leah) @duchesschameleon (hi charlie) @kateemcgrath (hi abbie) @hotchsbabygirl (hi anj) and even though she kinda knows all this @hurricanejjareau (hi red)

[the-enby-bird]

About Me!

Actual About Me:

💚 My name's Jay, but you can also just call me Bird

💚 I use ey/they/it/he (ey/em/eir/eirs/emself)

💚 I'm a bi lesbian, also nonbinary in a pangender way. If you don't support bi/trans/enby lesbians you can fuck right off, bestie, we don't want you here <33

💚 I love baking and photography, also art and writing as you can see. I'm pretty inexperienced in all of these things, but I'm getting better, and that's all I care about!

~💛~

Fandoms:

🌼 Transformers holds my heart and soul at the moment, I love it so much

🌼 My most consistent fandom yes to be Undertale/UTMV, but now that interest is mostly gone.

🌼 The Magnus Archives!! Tim isn't dead if I headcanon hard enough btw

🌼 I also enjoy Portal! My main blorbos are Wheatley and Chell but that's subject to change

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By the way:

🍀 If I ever ignore a reply, ask, or tag game, I promise it's not because I don't appreciate it, it's because I forgot to respond and by the time I remember it would be embarrassing to respond.

🍀 A small part of my reblogs are run on a queue system

🍀 You can always ask me to tag a trigger! I don't mind! I want y'all to be safe!

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Stuff I might block you for (if I notice):

🍄 Queerphobia. Hatred of/discrimination against any identity that does not harm others will get you blocked. This includes the belief that ace/aro is not queer, or that mogia identities are harmful to the queer community.

🍄 Racism, sexism and other bigoted bullshit with get you blocked. Chill the fuck out, mate.

🍄 18+ blogs/blogs with NSFW content (suggestive stuff is okay, just don't like send it to me or anything)

🍄 If you are a callout blog or your entire blog is just hating on a person/group you're getting blocked for my mental health.

[fictionissocialinquiry]

A big thank you to @laadychat for the tag! Loved the Ladybug + Chat noir origin story!

1. Why did you chose your url?

Short answer: I'm a word nerd.

(Slightly) Long(er) answer: My degree is in communications and social studies (specifically social inquiry) and you'd be amazed at how useless hard data is in that field without its qualitative counterpart; wordier, more subjective data was always more interesting to me anyhow and fiction tells us a lot about ourselves ;)

2. Any side blogs?

This is the side blog! My main is my original writing blog @whymanwrites where I hope to one day announce that a publisher has actually agreed to put my name on a book!

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

Since 2015/16 I think. I had always lurked rather than actively participated in fandom but once I started posting fics, this Tumblr just kinda happened.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I do not.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Initially, it was my original fiction blog and it was to practice marketing myself on social media as publishers like you to have some experience with that (getting published is hard enough without having to learn that on the fly)! I guess the same motivation applies to this fandom account: I trial different types of posts, see what people like, and learn how to better communicate my stories to people who might enjoy them :)

6. Why did you choose your icon?

It's just a Canva image that looks close enough to me, haha! Pasty red head was all my visual arts creativity could come up with.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I honestly had to go check what my header is, I completely forgot! I chose it because it's a photo I took for an incredible human who passed away around the time I was setting up my blog. It reminds me of him and the inspiring way he saw the world <3

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

"Give me your best Fire Lady Katara meta!" apparently!

9. How many mutuals do you have?

If there is a way to check this, I don't know it 😂.

10. How many followers do you have?

587

11. How many people are you following?

270

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

I can't think of any specific ones off the top of my head but very likely, yes...

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

Hard to say?? I'll check it for notifs a few times a day but not a whole lot really. I'm not a huge fan of social media, its distracting and it doesn't feel good a lot of the time.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Oh, man, I am too pacifist for this... It takes a lot to get me to actively fight with someone.

15. How do you feel about “You need to reblog this” posts?

I'm not on the newsfeed enough to be exposed to many of them but generally they have the opposite effect to what the OP intends.

16. Do you like tag games?

Depends on the game really! I don't usually take the time to play them but this has been fun.

17. Do you like ask games?

Definitely!

18. Which of your Tumblr mutuals do you think is famous?

How in the heck do you see who you're mutuals with on Tumblr?? I am Old and Don't Know the Things. Fame isn't an important trait for me in a friend, though... Some of the people I follow are friends and I think they're spectacular people though if that counts for anything!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I'm a physical person, haha, if I haven't met you/seen you, I probably can't crush on you!

I'm tagging @formerlygoldilocks, @hayleynfoster, and @gemgirl28 (no pressure at all, people, feel free to ignore if its not your thing!)

[grogusmum]

Thank you dearest @jessie-writes-things 🧡

1. Why did you choose your url? He and his father are the reason I am here... its sort of exploded since then

2. Any side blogs? Nope

3. How long have you been on Tumblr? For real, almost 4 months. But I made an account maybe 6 years ago (I'll address this at question 5)

4. Do you have a queue tag? Nope

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? So i used to do the Gishwhes scavenger hunt... and I had to post on Tumblr some items. So I made it, completely forgot about it after THEN I came on to stealthily read Mando Fanfics, I just missed my space family... but I got sucked in. When I went to make an account I already had one!

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? Because a mamas can brag about their space babies

7. Why did you choose your header? It's actually a leftover from making it for Gishwhes, and it is still true.

8. What’s your post with the most notes? I had to look... so harsh truths laid bare in that exercise! Part 3 of a 5 (so far) part my fic

A Galaxy Far Far Away

9. How many mutuals do you have? Um... 10, I think

10. How many followers do you have? 130

11. How many people do you follow? 57

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? I'm a Tumblr baby, I don't think so, maybe... what is it?

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day? Too much, so many great stories!

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Nope

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I am a firm believer in supporting artists writers and important social issues... BUT people want their blogs to be what they want them to be.

16. Do you like tag games? Yes, getting tagged gives me the the thrill of being picked for teams at gym... something I previously knew nothing about. And I get to see what you lovely mutuals are up to and get to know y'all better!

17. Do you like ask games?

Yup! I don't do them as much, a little shy to ask people to send me stuff

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? I don't know??

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? A crush? No, but I love them 💕

20. absolutely no pressure tags: @oonajaeadira @pedro4ever @yespolkadotkitty @firstofficerwiggles @seasonschange-butpeopledont