#is loop lying there at the end? are they not?

[sun-kissy]

my lovely san !! sorry i'm so late to this 😭 but could i please please request a 🧣with remus + “are you- are you seriously playing with my hair? now?!” 🤎 ((and why isn't you x me an option?))

can't wait to see what you come with, love you ! 🫶🏼✨

no apologies necessary at all, dear nicole! thank you for the request <33 (and you’re so right, i should’ve put you x me as an option 😔) anywho, here’s your scarf babes🧣 love you!

entangled | r.l.

— “Are you — are you seriously playing with my hair? Now?!”

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus and you get entangled in fairy lights while decorating for a party

“Hey.” You hear Remus from behind you, the shuffling of his feet as he takes his shoes off. “Hey, sweetheart. You need any help with that?”

You grunt your dissent from your place on the top rung of the ladder. There’s a dull ache in your toes from how long you’ve been tip-toeing, trying to hang up fairy lights for the New Year’s party later. It had come to you and Remus to host it this time, after James and Lily’s cosy sleepover two years prior and Sirius’ disco party last year.

Remus was a natural at this kind of thing, and you were glad for it. He’d taken it upon himself to prepare most of it – the food, movies, and even fireworks. But you had insisted that he couldn’t be doing everything, it wasn’t fair for your lovely boyfriend to be so… lovely. 

He finally conceded and let you handle the decorations. You weren’t exactly having much luck with it.

“Do you want me to do it?”

“No!”

Remus chuckles quietly, and you feel the gentle pressure of his hands on your ladder, steadying it. You mutter a disgruntled, “thank you,” and he presses an appeased kiss to the back of your thigh.

You manage to loop one end of the string of lights around the hook on the wall, letting out a quiet exhale as you place your heels back down on the metal rung. Remus gives your foot an indulgent squeeze as he looks around the living room. “You’ve outdone yourself, lovely girl. The house looks really good.”

You grin. “I told you I could handle it.” You run your hands down the length of the string of lights, fingers landing on a particularly big knot.

“I didn’t think you wouldn’t be able to.” You hear the smile in his voice. You’re focused on the task in front of you, nails digging into the small spaces between the tangled up string to pull it loose. “I just didn’t want you to overexert yourself or anything, you know? You’ve been working so hard these past few days, even though it’s the holiday season.”

“I know,” you mutter, tugging on the section of lights you got a grip on. You grasp the string with one hand while you pull with the other, one foot going behind the other in an attempt to get some kind of leverage on the nasty knot threatening to wreck your efforts. “But I –”

Remus lets out a quiet shit just as you yelp – you trip. One foot goes around the other, giving way for gravity to wrap its arms around you. The string of lights quickly unravels from the hook and the ladder clangs to the floor horrifically. You thud straight onto Remus.

Tangled. Everything is tangled; limbs and lights and you. Remus groans from below you, and you can’t help but let out a giggle at how you’re positioned. He took the brunt of the fall for you, your back on his chest and face right next to his.

You turn to look at him. “Hi, Rem.”

He opens his half-lidded eyes, fixing you with a deadpan gaze. He looks silly; you expect you look quite the same. The colourful fairy lights blink mockingly, here and there and everywhere where they entangle you. “Hi, doofus.”

“Hey!”

“Well, you are a doofus,” he sighs, trying to wriggle his hands out from beside him. But he’s stuck underneath the weight of you, binded by the decorations like ropes holding him hostage. 

You grin, shifting slightly so you’re lying on your stomach. You reach out to pull a string of lights free from his hair. 

Remus blinks. “Are you – are you seriously playing with my hair? Now?!”

You giggle, and he can’t help but melt. He tries but fails to maintain his grumpy pout; it’s not his fault he can’t feel anything but affection at the sight of you. 

“I’m not playing with your hair, Rem. Just trying to help.”

“You can help by getting off me, you know.” 

You laugh and roll off of him. He pulls you back towards him for a kiss, to which you happily oblige. 

You let Remus press his lips to yours a few more times before disentangling yourself. You don’t help him, and he pretends to complain – yet he’ll love his doofus girlfriend either way.

san's christmas sleepover

[floating-far-from-earth]

while talking with @candycorncartooncat about bonnie looping au, the idea of loop & odile in the context of odile looping came up - and when talking, xe came up with the idea that over the loops, odile starts to believe loop is a forgotten party member - and well. I had to draw an interaction resulting from that would look like <3

also, an extra under the cut <3

[puppppppppy]

in his silly era

[blorb-el]

fellas is it gay to orient the universe around your best friend. is it gay to take his suffering into yourself because you can’t bear to lose him. is it gay to save him even though you know he wouldn’t want that because for once in your god damn life you’re choosing to be selfish. is it gay to need him that much. is it gay to see how the stars reshape themselves into his form. is it gay to point out how he’s infinitely more than his worst enemy... is it gay for your love and respect for him to be what saves the fucking universe.................

[7roaches]

need adventure time and utmv fans to talk abt betty grof and nightmare sans parallels with

[lanternlightss]

loop

[inthismomentyouwereloved]

accidentally made letting loop kill me impossible bc i forgot to un equip the starry hat FUCK

[aria0fgold]

Got distracted and I ended up working on my drawing But then I realized a major mistake on it when I thought I was done with the star veil (yes, again. I changed up the stars at the tips of it, this veil is kicking my ass) and I was erasing stuff already so when I realized I'm like: FUCK-- undo undo undo undo und o un do u n d o. And now I gotta... move All those new lil designs at the tip, Again, so I'm like: Okay... alright... I'll do that Later. I'll write now cuz god Forbid I do anything in that design, it's all mistakes!

[frijolejuice]

Igot so high I got scared. First time in my life

[gaystardykeco]

not ready to go back to work tomorrow but luckily im so not ready that my brain isn't letting it fully process and so im just kind of numb except for little moments when the panic breaks through again

[crowleylesbian]

me first watching the good omens finale because they’re divorced now and that’s sad but they had to be married before to be divorced so i won in the end

[hesperidiumsky]

Every now and then it's just one of those days where it's like. Wow. Everything sucks.

[reasonsforhope]

No paywall version here.

"Two and a half years ago, when I was asked to help write the most authoritative report on climate change in the United States, I hesitated...

In the end, I said yes, but reluctantly. Frankly, I was sick of admonishing people about how bad things could get. Scientists have raised the alarm over and over again, and still the temperature rises. Extreme events like heat waves, floods and droughts are becoming more severe and frequent, exactly as we predicted they would. We were proved right. It didn’t seem to matter.

Our report, which was released on Tuesday, contains more dire warnings. There are plenty of new reasons for despair. Thanks to recent scientific advances, we can now link climate change to specific extreme weather disasters, and we have a better understanding of how the feedback loops in the climate system can make warming even worse. We can also now more confidently forecast catastrophic outcomes if global emissions continue on their current trajectory.

But to me, the most surprising new finding in the Fifth National Climate Assessment is this: There has been genuine progress, too.

I’m used to mind-boggling numbers, and there are many of them in this report. Human beings have put about 1.6 trillion tons of carbon in the atmosphere since the Industrial Revolution — more than the weight of every living thing on Earth combined. But as we wrote the report, I learned other, even more mind-boggling numbers. In the last decade, the cost of wind energy has declined by 70 percent and solar has declined 90 percent. Renewables now make up 80 percent of new electricity generation capacity. Our country’s greenhouse gas emissions are falling, even as our G.D.P. and population grow.

In the report, we were tasked with projecting future climate change. We showed what the United States would look like if the world warms by 2 degrees Celsius. It wasn’t a pretty picture: more heat waves, more uncomfortably hot nights, more downpours, more droughts. If greenhouse emissions continue to rise, we could reach that point in the next couple of decades. If they fall a little, maybe we can stave it off until the middle of the century. But our findings also offered a glimmer of hope: If emissions fall dramatically, as the report suggested they could, we may never reach 2 degrees Celsius at all.

For the first time in my career, I felt something strange: optimism.

And that simple realization was enough to convince me that releasing yet another climate report was worthwhile.

Something has changed in the United States, and not just the climate. State, local and tribal governments all around the country have begun to take action. Some politicians now actually campaign on climate change, instead of ignoring or lying about it. Congress passed federal climate legislation — something I’d long regarded as impossible — in 2022 as we turned in the first draft.

[Note: She's talking about the Inflation Reduction Act and the Infrastructure Act, which despite the names were the two biggest climate packages passed in US history. And their passage in mid 2022 was a big turning point: that's when, for the first time in decades, a lot of scientists started looking at the numbers - esp the ones that would come from the IRA's funding - and said "Wait, holy shit, we have an actual chance."]

And while the report stresses the urgency of limiting warming to prevent terrible risks, it has a new message, too: We can do this. We now know how to make the dramatic emissions cuts we’d need to limit warming, and it’s very possible to do this in a way that’s sustainable, healthy and fair.

The conversation has moved on, and the role of scientists has changed. We’re not just warning of danger anymore. We’re showing the way to safety.

I was wrong about those previous reports: They did matter, after all. While climate scientists were warning the world of disaster, a small army of scientists, engineers, policymakers and others were getting to work. These first responders have helped move us toward our climate goals. Our warnings did their job.

To limit global warming, we need many more people to get on board... We need to reach those who haven’t yet been moved by our warnings. I’m not talking about the fossil fuel industry here; nor do I particularly care about winning over the small but noisy group of committed climate deniers. But I believe we can reach the many people whose eyes glaze over when they hear yet another dire warning or see another report like the one we just published.

The reason is that now, we have a better story to tell. The evidence is clear: Responding to climate change will not only create a better world for our children and grandchildren, but it will also make the world better for us right now.

Eliminating the sources of greenhouse gas emissions will make our air and water cleaner, our economy stronger and our quality of life better. It could save hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives across the country through air quality benefits alone. Using land more wisely can both limit climate change and protect biodiversity. Climate change most strongly affects communities that get a raw deal in our society: people with low incomes, people of color, children and the elderly. And climate action can be an opportunity to redress legacies of racism, neglect and injustice.

I could still tell you scary stories about a future ravaged by climate change, and they’d be true, at least on the trajectory we’re currently on. But it’s also true that we have a once-in-human-history chance not only to prevent the worst effects but also to make the world better right now. It would be a shame to squander this opportunity. So I don’t just want to talk about the problems anymore. I want to talk about the solutions. Consider this your last warning from me."

-via New York Times. Opinion essay by leading climate scientist Kate Marvel. November 18, 2023.

[mekatrio]

thisssss

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.

Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.

Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.

You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.

You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:

A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream. "Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."

Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed. "Are you trying to piss me off even more?"

Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."

Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled: "I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."

Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice: "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" You froze, body trembling. Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat. "Good girl."

Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking. "It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."

[amaranthinespirit]

cowboy!simon riley and city girl!reader when your car breaks down on the side of the road in the countryside

you weren't from around here, it was obvious in the way you dressed, and acted. hell, even the car you drove just screamed that you were from the city.

though if that didn't give it away, maybe it was the fact that your tiny little car was now parked—broken down—on the side of the road. a hand on your hip and the other wiping the sweat from your forehead as the blistering sun beat down on you.

you were convinced you were royally fucked—that you would be stuck to a night in your car. there wasn't any service, and there sure as hell wasn't anyone around.

at least that's what you thought until a massive, dirtied truck pulled off the road in front of your car. you swallowed a knot in the back of your throat that only travelled down to your stomach as you watched a tall, intimidating guy step out from the battered vehicle. his boots kicked against the road, scraping the tiny, loose rocks on the asphalt.

a cowboy hat hung low on his head, a fully black bandana tied around his face that covered his nose and lips, leaving only his dark, daunting eyes to sear into yours. his thumb hooked through the denim belt loop of his jeans, his other arm swaying by his side as he walked to the front of your car, which looked pathetically small next to his.

a quick look under the hood told him all he needed to know—with you and the car. he saw the way your eyes seemed to linger on his exposed arms after he had rolled up his sleeves. the dirt smudges along his skin, the dark ink of his tattoo and the veins that strained as he tinkered through the different parts of your car.

he claimed that he could fix it tomorrow—he didn't have the tools with him! he claimed, but really, they were lying in the bed of his truck, but he didn't want to let such a pretty little thing like you go so quickly. he wanted to have a bit of fun first!

so he offered you a nice stay at his little farmhouse, with the promise of warm food and a comfortable bed to sleep on, and who were you to resist? it was either that, or sleep in the backseat of your car—and you knew which one you would've preferred.

"fuck, such a pretty little thing, ain't ya?" he praises with a beer in one hand, the other veined hand wrapped up in your silky hair, helping your body in pulling back into his cock. the couch creaked and rocked under the consistent shifting weight as he pistoned his hips forward.

the rocking of his hips was restrained in order to not spill his beer—otherwise he would've loved to completely wreck you on his meaty cock.

"gon' hafta keep ya around, ain't tha' right?" he grunted before taking a swift sip from the bottle.

when the beer got to the end of the bottle and he set the glass down, you were in trouble. with a swift movement, he had pulled out enough so only the angry tip of his cock teased your hole, slick with your arousal before driving his bulbous dick back into your sensitive pussy.

his hips pounded against your ass, turning your flesh red as the sound of skin slapping together carried through the house. his balls slapping against your glistening pussy with every slamming thrust, the sensation making your eyes roll back. he was determined to make a mess of you—more so than he already did.

his fist clenched harder around your hair as the other went to your shoulder, a bruising grip against your flesh. he growled at the mindless moans spilling from your lips, only making him even more driven to fuck you brainless.

and don't worry, he will.