#it is skippable

[badassindistress]

@void-flesh asked: do you have other recs while we're on the subject

Yes, yes I do! Here's the books I read and reread the past year:

The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison

I liked this book for its court intrige and enduring kindness and really unprecedent depth of storytelling

Witch King by Marta Wells

I liked this book for being a cool concept, easy to read while having deep subject matter and absolutely no romance while really being about the connection between people

Swordcrossed by Freya Marske

I liked the textile industry intrige but mostly it's about the gay swordfighting thirst

The Murderbot Chronicles by Martha Wells

I love these for being so funny, so easy to read and so contemplative about the nature of personhood and self determination

Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell

Romance that is all about personal boundaries, court intrige and Prince Kiem, one of the best people person characters I ever read.

Maurice by E.M. Forster

A classic gay novel for classic gay feelings. Gave me unexpected aro feelings as well. A happy ending despite it being a 1914 novel.

Astielle by Kitty Unpretty

I will happily accept the fact that this is a monsterfucker webnovel for the prequel chapters which are a heartbreaking account of empire building featuring Vaelon, a man so charming the moonlight grew legs to follow him around. I adore him. Also this one is free to read, but not finished yet

The Grand Princess by 墨书白

This one is a cnovel that's only partially translated, but the show is on Netflix so I'm watching that now. Don't know how it ends yet, but I love the slow romance of two political power houses who killed each other in a past life. This is the fan translation I've read

Unseen Academicals by Terry Pratchett

I'm rereading this one because I was told I should be falling asleep thinking about adding value to my company and it sounded so much like this person needed Mr Nutt in his life

[valewritessss]

Can someone give me well written fluffy Percabeth fics I feel like I’ve read the majority of them already and I don’t want to open another tab to add on to the 107 tabs I have.

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO GAVE ME RECS PEOPLE NEVER ACTUALLY ANSWER

[bxsmxx]

clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me clancy save me

[cobra-creampuff]

the fact that they made it illegal to make ads louder than programs on tv in 2010 but haven't updated it to apply the same regulation to streaming. who do i have to call.

[tiberius-claudius-nero]

one of the only good things about "ironic" post-post-modern advertisements is that they're so convoluted and stupid that i can skip them on youtube after the required 5 seconds and not know what's being advertised to me. like thanks for showing me this bizarre short film, i have no clue what you want from me ♥️ yay ♥️

[spicyraeman]

finished the creche with Hound and god seeing lae'zel surrounded by her dead kin and yelling to the heavens asking if all the pain shes been through has been for nothing fuckin gets me everytime

[rockingtheorange]

Reminder that RWRB is nominated for the Emmy awards for the "Outstanding Television Movie" category

Find more infos on the Emmy awards website

[alicedrawslesmis]

didn't read yesterday's chapter cause I knew I wouldn't pay attention, and this is literally imo the most important chapter in the whole book and a chapter that for some reason most critics seem to totally skip over

[idkwh0y0uare-haha]

why does every mcr song have that one part (if not the whole song) that's just so beautiful it sends you to another dimension?

[ravaging-angel]

Lu_u.

[grubloved]

pretzels!!!!!

recipe/formula under the cut :3

500g bread flour -- 100%

300ml dark beer (or water) -- 60%

15g diastatic malt powder -- 3%

combine well. add up to 2% (10g in original recipe amount) extra liquid as needed to hydrate the rest of the flour if it isn't mixing in completely.

cover and let rest 1 hour to autolyse!

7g dry yeast -- 1.4%

15g warm water -- 3%

dissolve yeast in warm water and then add on top of mixture. (this isn't to "bloom" the yeast -- just to let it mix in easier.)

10g salt -- 2%

knead to work in the salt and yeast. it will get strange but have faith. it will come back together.

30g softened butter -- 6%

add a little at a time as you knead until all mixed in and combined. it will make the dough very soft and fragrant.

once all mixed in evenly, knead until well developed! you should be able to get a nice thin translucent windowpane if you stretch it carefully. round into a ball and cover in an oiled container to rise for one hour somewhere warm.

after an hour, chop into 8-9 evenly sized balls. i went for about 100g each, i think it's a nice cute small size. round them, cover, and let rest about 20 min at room temp or put in the fridge for later.

after the rest, take the balls and preshape them into short fat little cylinders. let rest again ~20 minutes (or if they were just in the fridge, until they are nearly room temp again.)

preheat your oven to 450° F. while that is going, start your bath for the pretzels.

3,000g water

150g baking soda

just combine it in a big pot and boil. the ratio is 50g baking soda per liter of water.

after the second little rest, take each cylinder and roll out with your hands, shape into snails or pretzels or what have you. let sit for a little while about 10-20 minutes after shaping to regain their air.

gently place each into the water bath. let boil for 30sec, then flip and give it 30 more. pull out and place on parchment paper lined baking sheet. top with salt.

bake about 10 minutes, then rotate pan and bake 10 more or until the color is how you like it.

let cool about 10 more minutes and destroy :)

[3-2-whump]

Beta Reader Holiday Gift Fic

My beta readers and I did a cute little informal gift exchange to mark the season, where we gave each other fic prompts and let the writers go wild. Here is the one I did for @generic-whumperz

Just One Foot in Front of the Other

Prompt: Environmental Whump

Characters: Khaled and Thomas

TW/CW: environmental whump, concussion/head injury whump, hiding an injury, treating your own injury, blood, slave whump, intimate whumper, referenced past noncon (under the cut, easily skippable)

No beta we die like Thomas Costa

It was 2:00 AM, and it was snowing. Khaled hunched over himself and drew his jacket closer as he walked head-on into the next gust of frigid winter wind. Julio had expressed concern about him going home so late in a blizzard. He said it would be better to stay the night at the garage and face the consequences tomorrow, and he even offered to pretend it was a kidnapping that delayed him that evening and not his own stupid workaholic drive. But Khaled refused, left Julio at the entrance of the garage with a kiss on the cheek, and regretted that decision for the next several blocks he walked by himself.

He could’ve cried tears of joy as he saw the mirror-like glassy planes of his master’s apartment building. In his excitement and desperation to get away from the cold, he began to walk faster, then to jog, then to run to the door, far too eager to get back home than he was to watch his footing until it was too late.

There was an alarming lack of friction in his next step as Khaled’s shoe slid against the solid patch of ice beneath the snow, tipping him forwards and sending him hurtling face-first toward the concrete steps leading up to the entrance. He braced his arms in front of himself, and just barely broke his fall as he tumbled down onto the steps, but not without catching the side of his head on the metal hand rail halfway down. He let out a loud gasp of pain as he crumpled onto the steps, their concrete edges bruising his ribcage. Instinctually, he settled onto his side (the side he didn’t land on) and brought his hands around his body. He curled in on himself, whisper-shouting every curse and expletive his father taught him while he breathed through the pain.

The snow continued to fall indifferently around him. Khaled’s breaths sent puffs of steam into the air, wispy and labored, and then gone within seconds as they dissipated into the cold winter air. I gotta get up, he told himself, no matter how much he doubted he could. I’m almost home, I can be in pain when I’m home. Come on. With a labored grunt, he pushed himself off his side into a sitting position on the steps, then a standing position. The world swayed as he stood wobbly on the steps, and he tried his best to ignore the pounding, throbbing sensation in his brain, or the familiar warm, wet liquid trailing down the top of his head. Like a newborn deer learning how to walk, he staggered to the door, fumbled for Thomas’ (borrowed) keycard in his pockets, pressed it clumsily against the reader, and let himself into the unlocked door.

He dragged himself through the darkened lobby, not concerned about anyone seeing him because the doorman had left hours ago. He punched the buttons to the elevator, climbed into the first one that dinged, and, once he punched in where he wanted to go, slumped against the walls of the artificially lit space.

Khaled used the elevator ride to assess his injuries. Head hurts, scalp bleeding, right ribs will probably bruise, head hurts… wait, I just said that. Is this another concussion? Khaled thought about it, as much as he could without triggering his throbbing headache, eventually concluding that yes, it was more than likely he concussed himself out there when he cracked his head against the railing.

The elevator gently rolled to a stop, dinging as the door swooshed open to Khaled’s final destination. He gulped. It’s just one foot in front of the other, he repeated in his head as he swayed out of the elevator and down the hall to the door to the penthouse. He leaned against the door and fumbled with the keys, slowly unlocking the door and entering as quietly as he could once he’d found the right one. He looked all around the dark and quiet space. There was no light underneath his master’s bedroom door. He sighed with relief as he kicked his shoes off, threw the keys and the keycard onto the granite kitchen countertop, and hung up his jacket. It looked like he got away with sneaking out this time.

The bathroom light was too bright, and the bathroom fan was too loud, but both were necessary for him to take a shower and treat his injuries. Khaled stripped his clothes off and chucked them in the hamper. He winced a little as the hem of his shirt bristled against the newly forming scabs on his head. Next, he grabbed a cotton ball, wetted it with some warm tap water, and dabbed it gently over his face, working from his chin up to the source of the blood, just above his hairline. “Ah!” The cut was small, but tender to touch, and the warm water stung against the open wound. He brought up his free hand up and clasped it over his mouth as he continued to clean the wound. A few bloody cotton balls later, he deemed it clean enough and walked over to turn on the shower. I won’t bother to wash my hair, because it’ll hurt too much to shampoo around that cut, he reasoned. As the warm water soothed his body and washed away the smell of the auto shop, Khaled relaxed inch by inch, from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. He reached for a black bar of soap, an expensive chunk of a thing that his master bought for him and insisted he use for his (inexistent) acne. A rising feeling of frustration built in him as he struggled to get a hold of the damn thing. If I can’t even pick up a bar of soap, how am I going to hide this injury from Master?  he asked himself.

He finally got it, gripping its silky-smooth surface between his fingernails. Tiny curls of soap began gathering under his nails as he picked it up from its stand. I guess that’s a problem for tomorrow me, he thought, sighing to himself.

The boy had been acting strange, Thomas noticed the next day. He violently recoiled against the full brightness of the bedroom lights as the man turned them on to wake him up that morning. He moved slowly and slightly swayed as he walked out to the kitchen to eat breakfast, and he gingerly brought his hands up to his head and groaned like the undead. This concerning combination of symptoms puzzled Thomas even more as he couldn’t smell so much as a whiff of alcohol off Khaled, nor on his pajamas or his clothes he wore yesterday.

“I swear I’m not drunk, Master,” Khaled groaned as he caught Thomas red-handed, stooped over the hamper in Khaled’s bathroom with his shirt up to his nose.

“Well if you’re not drunk, what the hell is wrong with you?” he asked. “My god, you’re so out of it, do you even know what day it is?”

Khaled furrowed his brows as he sucked in his bottom lip, face screwed up in thought, although Thomas doubted there was much going on inside that head. “Which question should I answer first?”

What otherwise would’ve been a smartass question was asked genuinely, like Khaled was truly lost, so Thomas gave him the benefit of the doubt and answered. “Tell me what day it is.”

“…Tuesday, Master?”

My god, he’s off by three days! Thomas pinched the space between his brows and sighed in frustration. The last time the boy was this bad with dates was when he was brought back home from a previous escape attempt, shivering from hypothermia and slightly concussed from the bosses’ underlings’ rough treatment. All the symptoms were lining up, it had to be that again.

He thought back to the last time they’d fucked, how he’d pushed Khaled against the granite countertop in the kitchen, lifted his naked ass on top of it, and pushed his head into the stone surface as pounded him brutally. Did he hurt the boy’s head while he was manhandling him? He wasn’t really paying attention to anything from the waist-up at the time, so what if this concussion was somehow his fault?

“Remind me not to hit you so hard around the head next time we play rough,” he told him. “I know I didn’t buy you for your brains, but I don’t want a completely vapid cock sleeve either!”

Khaled swayed a little, but disguised it as leaning on the door frame of the bathroom. “Are you trying to say you care about me, Master?” he asked with a smile.

“I care a perfectly reasonable amount for a $150,000 slave!” Thomas answered, turning his head back to the emptied hamper of clothes to hide his own smile. “There’s a bottle of Tylenol in my bathroom behind the mirror, just above the sink. Go get that, take two capsules, and drink some water. Now, shoo,” he said, waving the boy off with his hand. “I’ll put your clothes back.”

“Thank you, Master,” Khaled murmured as he peeled himself off the door frame.

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[moonpaw]

honestly didnt know that half of naruto was filler and on that note it really explains why i got tired of it so fast

like. this is insane

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XVI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Stalking, kinda dry humping

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Y/n and Atsumu finally TALK. And more.

Part I II -> Next Part

A yawn escapes your lips as you slowly open your eyes to a dimly lit room. It's probably the middle of the day, judging by the way it looks outside. You surprisingly feel fully rested, with Atsumu still peacefully snoozing behind you, his arm loosely draped across your stomach. Your mind races back to the events of the previous night, causing your heart to skip a beat.

That woman.

Atsumu needs to do a lot of explaining to make up for that. If there is even a way to make up for that. You still don't know anything about her, but she for sure gives you the chills.

Maybe it was a mistake. To stay with him- even in the same bed, and to allow your heart to get that foolish hope again. But you're just human, and it seems like your heart isn't so easily convinced that he's not good for you.

You sigh and reach for your phone on the nightstand, noting how late it is—2 pm. Shocked by the time, you check your messages and spot surprisingly many from Osamu Miya and hesitantly tap on them.

Osamu: hope yer alright

Osamu: let me know when you’re home

Osamu: did ya fall asleep?

Osamu: thank you for your help. I owe ya. Call me if ya need anything. Stay safe.

Osamu: good morning. Grab that idiot and come over to Onigiri Miya when yer awake. Or come on your own when he messes up. Drinks are on the house for you.

Osamu: not for Tsumu tho. He can pay double

A smile plays on your lips as you respond quickly.

You: hey! Sorry for the late reply, I fell asleep. Atsumu‘s still sleeping. I‘ll talk to him and let you know if we‘re coming. Thank you for the offer! :)

Osamu: sure. see ya

You: see you :)

Your attention is diverted when Atsumu stirs, his arm now wrapping around your waist as he clumsily pulls you closer. He groans and nuzzles against your neck, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Is he aware that it's you he's holding? And does he even remember last night? You somehow doubt it.

"Y/n?" he mumbles after a moment, and your eyebrows shoot up, but you respond with a soft hum and nod.

"Yer—how?" he slowly questions, his face still heavy with sleep. You gently take his hand and remove it from your waist, scooting away enough to turn and face him. His eyes are tired, his expression soft while he fights to fully wake up. You just hope that he doesn't feel too horribly after all that drinking. His team will kill him for sure if he has practice today. You really hope that it's his day off.

"I brought you home. Remember that you had a few drinks at Onigiri Miya's?" you say, trying to sound neutral, though bitterness lingers in your tone. He stares at you blankly until embarrassment and guilt crease his features.

"Yeah, right. I'm—y/n, I'm sorry for that. Thank ya for bringin' me home. I'm just kinda... havin' a hard time." He closes his eyes for a short second and takes a deep breath. He suddenly looks so exhausted that it almost breaks your heart.

"Hard time with what? Work?"

He shakes his head, closing his eyes again, and a weariness settles over his face, despite the ample sleep you both received. "Work's fine. Great, actually. Gotta play with some real amazin' players. I even got to see Aran often again; that's fine. Just..." He opens his eyes, sadness evident. "Just?" you prompt, your heart skipping a beat at his gaze. You know that it has to do with you—you just don't know what exactly it is. And the urge to interrogate him is burning strong in your body.

"I never got the chance to talk to ya after that night," he admits. You nod, urging him to continue, to finally give you some answers. "I wanted to apologize. For kissin' ya. I made ya uncomfortable, ruined everything."

Your confusion is palpable—just what is wrong with him? He should tell you about that woman and not that! And that definitely didn't sound like he wanted to do it again, which feels like a stab to your heart and somehow angers you.

"Uhm... Atsumu, that was not quite what I expected. Like, sure, I've been thinking about that kiss and my feelings for you, but I was more taken aback when you blocked me and invited another girl over, literally the same night we had our kind-of-date."

His face drops after listening to you, confusion and worry etched on his features. "What are ya talkin' about? I never blocked ya, and I sure as heck didn't invite any other girl here. Hell, I don't even talk to women outside of work. Who should I bring here?"

"Brunette? Perfect smile and wearing one of your shirts? Could hardly miss her on my way down. Or when we met her yesterday. Do you have her over at your place every night?" you retort, ignoring his repulsed expression at your description of her. You could almost believe that he doesn't like her at the way he scrunches his nose.

"Her? Ya met her? Yesterday?"

You nod, narrowing your eyes as you recall her vicious features after that scene. But wow, you were definitely embarrassing. How you acted possessively towards Atsumu. Will she laugh about it with him as soon as they meet each other again?

His reaction surprises you, though; he suddenly reaches for you, pulling you a bit closer. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for gettin' ya involved in this. Are ya okay? She didn't do anything to ya, did she?" You stare at him, confused, and shake your head. His worry confuses you. Why bother after not talking to you for so long?

"Can't believe she dared to come here again. If ya ever see her again, you have to call the police. I have a restraining order against her." Your eyes widen surprised at his words and you frown.

"Restraining order? Is she... like a crazy ex?" Dread fills your stomach at the thought, and a suspicion arises within you.

He slowly shakes his head. "She's a very obsessed fan, to put it nicely. She's been stalking me for a while. Started innocently; I noticed that she came to Onigiri Miya every time I was there too. Then I noticed her when I went for walks every other day, always waitin' at the same spot for me and trying to talk to me. And then one day, I noticed that stuff from my apartment started to go missing. That was like two years ago. I contacted the police after I caught her breaking into my apartment, and she got arrested. Haven't seen her since then, but she started showing up since that one night with ya." He groans and you can see just how much stress this situation caused him. He looks so tired while talking about it, it almost breaks your heart.

"I don't know how she found me again," he continues. "She broke into my apartment, and I had video proof fortunately, so I could file a case, and I have a restraining order against her now. She can't show up again, or she'll land in jail. I also had to get a new phone and number; she did something with it. Tried calling ya with the new one, but ya never called back."

You listen to the story with watery eyes. That woman is actually a stalker?! And he had been suffering like that all the time? Tears well up, and you try to calm yourself. So he wasn't ignoring you on purpose. He actually tried to reach out, and you probably ignored his messages, and he felt miserable because he put you in that situation. Hell, someone broke into his apartment. This must have been horrible for him. You're just glad that she at least cannot legally come here again. Even though it doesn't seem to stop her. A part of you hopes that she'll show up again. The thought of her in jail does sound kind of appealing to you- and not just because you were kind of jealous before. She is danger, and you pray that she won't show up again. Maybe she'll stop now that she knows that he's taken- even though she does not seem to respect boundaries. Your thoughts are running, you don't even know what to say at this point. How could you be mad with him after this?

A ray of hope suddenly flashes before your eyes, and you feel your heart flutter. You know that it's selfish to think about your foolish feelings, to think about how much you like him and to wonder if he reciprocates these feelings. But this means that you might mean something to him. This means that he might like you just like you like him, if he has tried contacting you and kept his distance to protect you.

"So... uhm... you weren't ghosting me because of the kiss?" You feel so, so foolish for asking, but your heart longs for confirmation. You'll deal with the stalker after finally finding out about his feelings. After waiting for him for so long, you need to know.

"I didn't want to ghost ya at all, y/n. I really like ya." His eyes catch yours, and you feel butterflies in your stomach once again. He doesn't seem to mind that you changed the topic like that and you know that you look at him like a hopeful lost puppy. He still has that magical effect on you. Everything just feels so right with him, like you're just where you belong. He's so close; you could probably count his lashes, and you can see the flecks of different shades of brown in his eyes.

"I was actually... really sad because we parted like that. I didn't mean to give you the impression that something's wrong—I just thought you'd see this as a game, and nothing more. That I'm just an easy way to spend time for you. Nothing more." You feel so vulnerable when you say these words, but he quickly shakes his head, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I'll make it up to ya, 'kay? Please. Let me make it right." You melt at his words, only managing to nod. "O-okay." This feels like a dream come true. You can't believe that you're making up with him like this- after carrying his drunk ass home and sleeping in his bed. But you just feel so good when you're with him, and for once you decide to be selfish and to take what you need.

He looks at you, clearly stunned. "Okay? Just like that? I was ready to get on my knees to beg for forgiveness and to buy some more diamonds for you." A soft laugh escapes your lips, and he seems to lighten up at your reaction too.

"Making up to me could definitely include some groveling. I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees, actually. I don't remember you getting on your knees for me ever, even though we are married." You smile, feeling the tension leaving your body. Only he can make you feel like this.

"Oh?" He grins, and you suddenly feel giddy. "Let me refresh yer memories then." He jumps off the bed, lively and energetic suddenly, and you look at him stunned. "Come here." He pats the edge of the bed, and you slowly crawl there, probably not very elegant, but Atsumu still gazes at you like you're a princess that graced him with her presence. You sit up hesitantly, looking at Atsumu right in front of you, who smiles fondly and smoothly sinks down to one knee. He looks devilishly handsome with his disheveled hair, and you can't do anything else but stare at him. Is this a dream?

"Y/n Miya, I know I don't deserve it, but would ya give yer husband another chance? I promise to make ya happy and to never keep secrets like that from you ever again. I'll be whatever ya want me to be just to keep you happy." Your jaw drops at his words and you can't stop the butterflies in your stomach.

"Wow, uhm, that sounds pretty serious." You breathlessly laugh and he smiles with a sincere expression that makes you blush.

"I am. I kinda..." he sighs, running a hand through his hair, making it even messier and he looks even more attractive like this. "I kinda wanna go on dates with ya. Like real dating. Not just getting along because of the marriage thing."

You stare at him, not having expected this kind of answer. He's actually serious about this? And wants to go on dates with you?

"So uhm... what do ya say? Is that alright with you?" He looks bashful, and you finally manage to come up with a response, the one that your heart is longing for.

"I'd love to." The words come out softly, and you smile fondly at his reaction and the way he seems to light up. You don't even have time to realize what's happening- and then he suddenly raises just enough to be at eye level with you and then simply connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. You gasp, surprised, your hands coming up to his shirt to ground yourself, but melt into the feeling, allowing him to cup your cheeks and angle your face towards him to deepen the kiss.

This is not what you had expected at all, but feeling his lips against yours, his body pressing against yours—it's enough to make you feel hazy and giddy. You need more; you need to be closer to him. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer while leaning back until he's laying on top of you, urging him to stay close to you. He rests most of his weight on his arms, yet you still feel him on top of you, his body pressing gently against yours .

You open your lips, and he instantly uses the chance, softly licking against your lower lip before he slightly moves his tongue to meet yours. His hips press against yours, harder suddenly, and you can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you.

The position is intimate. Your most sensitive part pressing against his middle, and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel something growing in his pants the longer you keep kissing him. Your hands claw into his shirt when he carefully grinds against you—and you whimper against his lips needily, feeling heat rush through your body.

You both know this is where you should stop; you both have only solved your issues like five minutes ago, and some more things definitely need more clarification, but that's the least thing on your mind now. You- you want him.

And you breathe heavily when he pulls back, his lips wet from your combined saliva, looking unfairly hot with his dark widened pupils while he looks at you intensely.

...

TO BE CONTINUED

[spark-circuit]

this moment in the game where you're finally off the first planet always feels so good. god i love this game's voice actors and OST

[lesbiangiratina]

Need to make pokémon fans who complain about cutscenes sit through all 10+ hours of gg xrd’s story modes. Watch my movie boy