#it’s september and it’s still pride month

[ginaporterr]

HAPPY PRIDE Y’ALLLLL <3333

[my-username-goes-here]

My town's pride parade takes place in the first week of September, usually (it's taking place in August this year, for reasons I can't find) so it's perfect for the message of this post.

Unfortunately, due to global warming,,,,

i will do my best to put this into action, myself in my own city, but i really want to see pride events that take place in months other than June. yes I understand the historical significance of these events taking place during the month of June, but the problem is summer time is not an accessible time of year for many disabled people. extreme heat and exposure to sunlight for long periods of time can cause many people to get sick or even need to be hospitalized.

psychotic people, people with heart conditions, people with autoimmune disorders, people with inflammatory bowel diseases, autistic people, schizophrenic people, people with fibromyalgia, people with POTS, people with ADHD, diabetic people, people with arthritis, and many, MANY other neurodivergent people and people with other chronic health issues struggle in hot weather. there are people who have seasonal affective depression that hit them the hardest during summer months. some people are taking medications that make them sensitive to heat and/or sunlight.

it becomes harder to navigate when you're hot and tired. for people who fatigue and exhaustion issues, they can become instantly drained of energy from sweating and standing in the hot sun. some people faint if they get too hot, some people vomit, some people need to be rushed to the hospital. there are a lot of health complications that can arise from someone overheating, or getting too much sunlight. dehydration becomes a massive risk during hot summer months, which can make anyone sick, but can be especially devastating for disabled people.

there usually aren't very many indoors events during pride month, due to the small amount of businesses which are willing to host such events on their property. while many queer businesses owners jump at the opportunity, and thankfully so, queer-owned businesses are far, far outshadowed by non-queer owned and operated businesses, which often leads us floundering to find safe places to hold events indoors during pride month.

i'm not suggesting replacing them, but rather fighting for events that take place outside of just june. this will benefit everyone for a multitude of reasons, but we especially owe it to disabled folks who can't celebrate outside or attend the parades like they want to. it's great to celebrate during the summer, when many people have plenty of time off to attend events. but for a lot of disabled, neurodivergent and chronically ill folks, summer is a very dangerous time of year. i understand the historical significance of when we celebrate these events.

[reorientation]

As much as I'd enjoy knocking up a bunch of fakeboys and dykes during Pride month, I think it'd be even better to do it in, say, September.

Because that means all my little babymakers would be full term during Pride season. No marching in a parade when you can barely waddle. No pretending that what's between your legs doesn't matter, when you're swollen up with the consequences of spreading them.

It would be awfully cute to have a bunch of "FtM"s staying home in maternity dresses instead of going out to celebrate, with their hips slowly getting wider as they got ready to push out a straight man's babies. The "lesbians" might still be able to go out and wave little rainbow flags from the sidelines - lots of lesbians have biological children! - as long as no one asked them what sperm bank they used. And as long as their water didn't break while they were there.

But it would all be okay. They wouldn't need to take part in the queer community celebrations. Not when there was a new community for them - a sisterhood of brand new mommies.

[inuyashaluver]

Leah williamson:

reader plays for chelsea and they have a match chelsea vs arsenal

north london is ? - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend are enemies on the pitch but absolutely smitten for each other

warnings: suggestive? little swearing - whole lot of fluff, not proofread oopsies

a/n: happy september my loves!!! i eat this shit up, your honour! thank you for the request, enjoyyyyyyyy

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if there was something that leah felt immense pride over, it would be her lifelong club. arsenal was her home, her place of comfort, and who would’ve expected the girl that bleeds red to be in love with someone that bleeds blue?

leah williamson of arsenal was in love with you, from chelsea.

—

you and leah, the two peas in a pod were incredibly infatuated with each other. it all started in national camps, you and leah collectively making it up in the ranks together. originally, the two of you were best friends, exactly two months apart in age, 5 minutes away from each other's houses.

the progression was natural, and so unbelievably unexpected. you and leah literally began dating out of nowhere.

it was after both of you had training for your respective teams, you went to leah’s, did your usual routine of making dinner together, watching at least three movies before you would head home.

though this one time, when leah walked you to the door, things took a turn.

“alright, babe, drive safe please” leah breathes out, her hand cupping your cheek, smiling at you sweetly before placing a tender kiss on your lips.

you both didn’t even process what just happened. you nod diligently, “i will lee, see you tomorrow!” you grin, closing the door behind you, walking all the way to your car before you freeze.

leah just kissed you. you rush back up to her door, about to knock before leah quickly swung it open before you could even say her name.

“i just kissed you” leah exclaimed, you nod, your hand coming up to touch your lips, “you just kissed me” you confirm, both of you stared at each other for a moment, seconds going by, though feeling like hours.

you and leah both giggle, her hand coming to yours and intertwining them, the other angling your face upwards before she placed her lips on yours once more, slowly backing you into her house. and that’s when you realised, you were in love.

—

you and leah moved in together quickly, a new house the two of you have called home for 5 years. the funniest thing about your relationship, the two of you being in rival clubs. though, you and leah loved it.

you and leah were incredibly flirty in your relationship, teasing being one of yours and leah’s main attributes. you were competitive in the best way, keeping your relationship off the pitch saving the both of you completely.

“oh don’t you look gorgeous!” you tease, coming up behind leah and hugging her from the back. the girl was literally just wearing blue. she laughs, leaning back into you with a cheeky smile as she raked her hair back into a ponytail. 

“well look at you, missy” she gawks jokingly, referring to her red shorts you were wearing, you hop up on the bathroom counter next to her, the girl not hesitating to stand between your open legs while she continued to get ready for bed.

“this means nothing, cappy” you smile at her, booping her nose with your finger before leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

she smiles the moment your lips touched her skin, still feeling giddy after all these years when you showed even the tiniest bit of affection. “mhm, and this colour means nothing, baby” she says cheekily, scrunching her nose up cutely before kissing you.

her hand rests on your thigh, giving it a loving squeeze. when she pulls back from the kiss, she grins at you wolfishly, “but i love you in red” her eyes taking in your appearance.

“sorry but not happening, beautiful” you smile, kissing her again before pulling her into a hug, literally clinging onto her. you always missed her, even when she was right in front of you.

“alright then, maybe we should take the red off” she teases in your ear, her finger making its way to the waistband of the shorts, pulling them back to snap back against your skin.

you chuckle, pulling back to look at her. she smirks when you look her up at down, your hands going under her shirt, “only if i can take the blue off you, i know you don't like it and i can't have you dying on me” you mockingly pout, smiling right after seeing the way leah was looking at you.

“my sweet baby, it's a deal” she laughs, pulling you into a languid kiss before dragging you out of the bathroom.

—

when it came to derby days, oh did you two have fun. you would get ready together dressed in two different club training outfits, being incredibly flirty until the moment you got to your cars and went into game mode. it was hilarious.

“listen, you can score a goal but not past me, got it, darlin’?” leah says sternly, though eyes forming complete hearts as her hand squeezed your cheeks together. “nah, i’m gonna get it past you on purpose” you grin, pulling her hand down to hold it instead. 

she narrows her eyes at you jokingly, her free hand pinching your cheek. “cheeky” she smiles, her hand going from a pinch to a loving caress of her thumb.

“do your best and be careful please, lee baby” your other squeezing her shoulder tenderly. she nods seriously, “you too, my girl” thumb still caressing the apple of your cheek.

you smile and nod at her, letting her hug you tightly, slightly lifting you in the air before she put you down again. “go or you’ll be late” she grins, kissing you sweetly as she pushes you more towards your car.

“always captain williamson, aren't you? it’s not a lioness game” you tease, leah rolls her eyes fondly, squeezing your hips. “yeah, yeah” she cuts you off, kissing you again before opening your car door.

“i love you, my love who is on the wrong side” she teases, “i love you too, my love who is also on the wrong side” you smile cheekily. “ha ha, funny” she kisses you again before pushing you in the car. 

“come on, i don’t want you to be late” she ushers, “if i’m late, i could miss the game and you could win, silly girl,” you tease. leah thinks for a moment, “you’re right actually” she tries to pry you out of the car.

you laugh closing the door, waving at her with the cheesiest smile ever. she waves back in a way that matches your energy before watching you drive away, smiling when you turned off the street before getting in her car and making her own way to the bus.

—

as both teams warm up on the pitch, you and leah began the teasing again. leah walked up to you, hand on your hip as you talked to niamh about something random.

“this doesn’t look like warming up girls” she teases, you shake your head, recognising the touch and voice quicker than the speed of light.

“and what are you doing, lee lee?” you smile up at her, booping her nose with yours, something niamh grimaced at fondly before walking up to aggie to leave the lovebirds alone.

“i can’t come say hello?” she smiles, spinning you around to face her. you can’t help but smile back at her, feeling the love bubble up in your chest.

“are you sure you’re not spying?��� you tease, leah gasps, “never!” you laugh, your hand squeezing her bicep. she gives you a quick, tame kiss before separating from you. "you're forgetting i know you better than myself" she flirts, "you too" you tease.

“do your best, babe” you pull her in for another quick kiss, “you do your best, lee” she smiles, “alright, now go away, you’re distracting me” she jokes.

you laugh in surprise, giving her a playful shove, “you came here! you’re on my side!” you shake your head, leah runs backwards, shrugging her shoulders, “nah, babe, never!” she winks, blowing you a kiss before going back to training.

—

the game ended with an arsenal win, though you managed to score a goal, the score just rounding off to be 2-1. a derby was always a hard match to play, especially if it was at the emirates.

you and leah always saved each other till last at the end of a match, a tradition even from when you were both best friends. she gives you a bittersweet smile when you spot her towards the middle of the pitch, she holds her arms out to you.

you smile, walking into them and letting out a long sigh, leah always gave the best hugs, especially after a loss. “you played so well my love, that goal was class” she says comfortingly, her hands rubbing up and down your back.

there was always a little disappointment after a loss but leah made it so much better. “you played amazing, lee baby” you smile up at her proudly, your hand brushing a stray hair off her forehead from her ponytail. 

“i’m proud of you, darlin’” she kisses your forehead, swaying you gently from side to side, always knowing how to make you feel better as if it was second nature.

“i’m proud of you, baby” you grin, “i almost got that second goal past you, huh?” you tease, leah groans and rolls her eyes with mock anger, “nah, you did not” smile fighting its way to her lips. 

“i did so!” you place your chin on her chest as you look up at her, “listen here, you little shit-” she laughs, though is cut off when you rip yourself from her arms and sprint around the pitch.

the both of you laugh so hard as she chased you around, leah managing to catch you and tackle you to the ground.

you both huff and puff, running around like that after 90 minutes was rough.

you both stare at each other before breaking into another fit of giggles, letting leah help you off the ground before you both went and did a lap of photos and signatures together, just the way you both liked it.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s you!! ily keiraaaa

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leahwilliamsonn: fav time of the year with my fav person xx

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yourname: you're just saying this cause im not in my chelsea gear

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yourname: my fav time too actually

↳ leahwilliamsonn: i'm not your fav person?!

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[aphyray]

Saffron and Honey - How Should I Know You?

Pride sale ends September 30!!

Hey it's pride month in my city! We're weird!

It's so students can enjoy it I guess I don't know.

Anyways, I'm celebrating with a coupon for my book. It just launched with a super fun reading and I'm still glowing about it.

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Good until September 30th

kk thanks love you bye

[libraford]

Queer communities in June: yay, it's pride month! Here's some things to be proud of! Here's our history! Here's some advocacy programs! Here's some resources! Here's some calls to action! Here's some things happening! Here's a party!

Some randos in june: we should have a month for veterans instead of a pride month!

Queer communities in july: -fucking exhausted from june-

Randos, july: pride month is over, fuck off gays- I'm so patriotic!

Randos, august: pride month was 2 months ago get over it, you should be supporting the vets.

Randos, september: why do you get a whole month to celebrate your perverse sexuality and the vets only get one day?

Randos, october: absolute insane that you're still rubbing your sexuality in our faces- june is over, deal with it!

Randos, november: we should have a veterans month, this is unfair! (November is Veterans Month and Military Families Month.)

Randos, december: why are the gays still talking and taking focus away from Jesus Christ's birthday?

Randos, january: you don't see me making everything about MY sexuality.

Randos, February: without veterans, you wouldn't even HAVE a pride month.

Randos, March: all we ever hear about is pride month, pride month, pride month- but none of you are supporting the troops!

Randos, april: we just want it to be fair- if you get a whole month to yourselves, the vets should have a month also.

Randos, May: it's absolutely insane that there's a month for the gays, but not one to honor the vets. (May is Military Appreciation Month.)

Queers in June: happy Pride month! We've got-

Randos, june: SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT PRIDE!!!

[30somethingautisticteacher]

The Calendar

"How are you this hot? Like, it should be physically impossible for someone to be this good-looking," Buck said, his eyes still glued to the 2014 LAFD Charity Firefighter Calendar.

Tommy chuckled, a mix of amusement and affection in his eyes.

"It's not even a contest-" Buck started.

"You're right, baby, it's not a contest," Tommy interrupted gently. "It's for charity. Remember?" He paused, then pulled Buck in for a hug. "But if they don't choose you for this calendar, it will be a travesty."

Buck snuggled into his boyfriend's embrace. "It's just... the results come out today, and I have all this nervous energy. I don't know, I'm just all over the place."

He took a deep breath, his voice softening. "This calendar just means so much more to me, you know? It's not like when I was competing with Eddie seven years ago for vanity's sake. This year, they're specifically seeking LGBTQ+ applicants, and part of the proceeds go to a queer charity."

Tommy nodded, understanding in his eyes. "And you almost didn't even apply."

"Yeah," Buck admitted. "But with you having already been a calendar model, and Hen not being interested, I felt like I had to step up, you know? This calendar... it's about representation."

Tommy's arms tightened around Buck. "And that's exactly why you deserve to be in it. You're putting yourself out there for something important."

Buck lifted his head, meeting Tommy's eyes with a small smile. "Thanks, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Luckily, you'll never have to find out," Tommy replied with a wink, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now, how about we find something to distract you until those results come in?"

A flash of lust appeared in Buck's eye. "What did you have in mind, Mr. November 2014?"

Tommy's lips curved into a seductive smirk. "Well, I was thinking we could review some of my poses from the calendar. You know, for research purposes. In case you need some... hands-on inspiration."

Buck's eyebrows shot up, heat rising to his cheeks. "Oh really? Would this research involve a practical demonstration?"

"It just might," Tommy said, his fingers tracing a teasing path down Buck's arm. "After all, I want to make sure you're fully prepared if you make it into the calendar. It's my duty as a veteran calendar model to show you all the... angles."

Buck's breath hitched, his grin turning sultry. "Well, far be it from me to turn down such a generous offer. Lead the way, Mr. November. I'm ready for my private photoshoot."

Tommy took Buck's hand and led him towards the bedroom, the air between them crackled with anticipation. As Tommy gently pushed Buck onto the bed, Buck's phone suddenly vibrated on the nightstand. His eyes widened, and he practically jumped up, grabbing his phone with trembling hands.

"I made it!" Buck exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief. "I got in! I'm Mr. September!"

Tommy's face lit up with pride and joy. "That's amazing, baby! I knew you could do it!"

Buck stared at his phone, rereading the message as if to make sure it was real. "I can't believe it. I'm actually going to be in the calendar."

Tommy pulled Buck into a tight embrace. "Believe it, Evan. You deserve this. I'm so proud of you."

Buck melted into the hug, his earlier nervousness transformed into elation.

As they pulled apart, Tommy's eyes sparkled with mischief. "So, Mr. September, ready to celebrate?"

Buck grinned, his earlier excitement now mingling with a different kind of anticipation. "Absolutely. I think I'm ready for my close up," he said with a wink.

As Tommy's hands found Buck's waist, pulling him close, their lips met in a passionate kiss. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own private celebration.

It was several months later that Tommy stood in front of his open locker at Harbor. His eyes landed on the LAFD charity calendar pinned to the inside of the door, open to September.

There was Evan, grinning widely in his turnout gear, the bi pride flag draped over his shoulders like a cape.

Tommy shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn't believe that this amazing, goofy man was his. Evan, with his endless enthusiasm and big heart, who could go from sexy firefighting hero to adorable dork without missing a beat.

Chuckling to himself, Tommy closed his locker and headed out for his shift. Yeah, life with his Evan was certainly never boring.

[pedripics]

Pedri: ‘This season I ask that injuries respect me and that I go for everything’.

(Mundo Deportivo - September 4, 2024)

If Spain won the European Championship he promised to grow a moustache and an interview with Mundo Deportivo. In the summer he fulfilled the first part and last Tuesday at noon, during the first national team break, the second part. Pedri González had an intense summer. A sprained knee left him out of the team in the quarter-finals of the Euro, when he was at his best, but he took a physiotherapist and a physical trainer to Tenerife to work during his holidays with the aim of recovering his best version for the start of the season. And he succeeded. He is being important with Flick, who has given him the baton of the team. The Canarian feels like never before, he is much more liberated, ‘loose’, as he says. Also in interviews, where he speaks clearly and assumes his role as a leader despite still being very young. Being European champion was a confidence boost and now he wants to keep winning: with the national team and, obviously, with Barça, the club of his life.

A man of his word, you told us during the European Championship that if they won you would give us an interview and here you are, delivering.

“Yes, yes, words have to be kept and in the first training camp we've had I've been able to give it to you.”

You also promised a moustache, which didn't last long.

“Yes, I only had it in the summer, now I have a beard and I have to remove it because otherwise my mother gets mad at me.”

Everything is going very fast. It's only been a month and a half since you won the European Championship and so many things have happened.

“Yes, it's true that it seems like a long time ago, but if you look at the short time ago, it's very fresh. But when you achieve something like that it seems like a lot longer ago than it really is.”

You were injured in the quarter-final against Germany, but you stayed with your team-mates until the end and they gave you the victory. What was your feeling?

“When I got injured I told them to try to make me a European champion and they did. It was a pleasure and since they gave me the option of staying in the training camp, it was clear that I had to stay with my team-mates there to try to win the title.”

Were you very scared when you got injured after Kroos' tackle?

“When I felt the pain in my knee I was scared because I had also seen what had happened to Gavi. I had several injuries, they are very hard and thank God I was lucky. It was a small thing compared to what could have been and we are now perfect.”

Then you were getting back to your prime, but you are back to your best from what we're seeing this season. It has however cost you your holidays.

“Yes, especially during the holidays I had a lot of work, I had to recover well to try to get to that first game and in the end I made it. A lot of work with the physio, physical preparation… But well, that's what I had to do.”

What does it mean for a footballer to be a European champion?

“Apart from being a dream for any Spaniard, for me, as I'm still at the beginning of my career, it's a great motivation for what's to come, a lot of confidence and above all, a dream come true.”

I would like to talk about the confidence that comes with it. Do you feel different when you enter a dressing room after winning the European Championship?

“You're still the same person, but it's true that it gives you a lot of confidence. There are a lot of players who retire and don't manage to win it and I think it's a source of pride. We are also the national team with the most players and you can feel that in Spain.”

And now the Nations League, I don't know if after the high of winning the European Championship, it is difficult to adapt to a competition that is considered the smallest of the national team competitions.

“Yes, we were just talking about it a few days ago. Everyone said that it's a minor competition, but at the end of the day you're playing with the best in Europe, who are going to want to win a title and for us, it's an important title. Of course, we want to go and win it and defend it again.”

The coach, Luis de la Fuente, emphasised when he named the squad that they were an insatiable group.

“Yes, above all I think that's the right word. It's true that we won the European Championship, but we want more. It's clear that it's going to be complicated, that nobody is going to give us anything for free, but we have to work to try to live other experiences similar to the ones we had when we won it.”

Now two away games, first Serbia, with a hostile atmosphere, and then Switzerland, who were one of the revelations of the European Championship.

“Yes, they are two difficult teams. Both games are away, which, whether you like it or not, is noticeable. You don't have the affection of your fans, but we're going to go all out. First, we'll go for the Serbia game, give everything and try to get the three points. We want to get off to a good start.”

On a personal level, now that we are back to school, what does Pedri want to be for this season? What is his goal?

“Above all, I'm trying to work hard so that injuries respect me. That's all I ask for this season, and to try to help the team because I think they have strengthened very well. And here in the national team, I will go for everything.”

How important it is for you to have this continuity. You’ve now played four consecutive games, how are you feeling at the start?

“I'm feeling good, very good. Before the European Championship I already said that I had found something that suited me very well. I feel good about the work I'm doing and that really shows. On the pitch, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this, with this desire.”

We talked about it in the interview at the European Championship, all these new habits make you a very methodical Pedri, a very hard worker.

“Yes, that's right. I think that's what has given me to be at this physical level now and I think that's what I have to do, that's what's good for me. A lot of things that are going to help me to be well throughout the whole season.”

[thegreatwizardelwin]

The Sea Hare: Birthday Special!

A Freminet x Gn! Reader

It’s September 24th, Freminet’s 18th birthday! Let’s show the little guy some appreciation.

“Freminet’s avoiding us until the party tonight. He says today is always too overwhelming.” Lynette announced as you finished helping her tie her ponytail.

“There’s a party tonight that I didn’t know about?” you cocked your head.

“It’s his birthday. Father is coming to visit tonight to celebrate with us.”

You froze.

“His birthday? Today? I-”

“Did you forget, Y/N?”

What? Forget? Hah, never!

You reassured yourself as you scrambled around the shopping district.

It’s just that September is a busy month! Yeah, and I hadn’t been watching my time. 

You stopped in multiple stores, collecting items here and there that you knew he’d like. You emerged with all sorts of things ranging from high class mechanic tools to a palm-sized paperweight featuring a little penguin on an iceberg.

Oh Archons, I don’t even know what kind of cake he likes!

You sat down and took a breath.

It’s fine. Just think. He doesn’t like foods that are too sweet, and he doesn’t like chocolate so…

You scanned the window of the nearest bakery. 

You noted the carrot cake, vanilla and toffee cake, and the blackberry purée filled cake as possible options before settling on the blackberry. Blackberry always added a wonderful tartness to counter the sugar of the frosting.

“Can I purchase two slices of the blackberry cake?”

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You rushed back home, placing the gifts hastily in some tissue paper and a little bag. You then made your way to the Hotel Bouffes d'ete, knocking rapidly on the door.

An older child answered.

“Hello, is Freminet around?” you asked them nicely.

They squinted at you.

“What’s your name? I’ll go get him.”

“Y/N, and tell him to come down and meet me.”

You stood waiting for a few minutes before Freminet opened the door. It was obvious he had been either napping or curled in bed all day. He hadn’t bothered to brush his hair and his comportment was relaxed. He smiled with amusement at you, seeing how frazzled you seemed.

“Were you running laps around the fountain near Vasari Passage?” he crossed his arms.

“…Something like that.” you grabbed his arm and gave it a tug. “I hope you’re hungry! We’re going back to my place. I wanted to celebrate your birthday with you, but… I know how the Knave is about friends.”

Freminet followed you without a question.

“I was hoping you’d figure something out. You always do.” he said with a hint of admiration. You noticed, pride welling up in your chest.

“You know me. I get everything done at the last minute, but I always get it done.”

You led him back to the boarding house, setting up in the little breakfast parlor. You plopped him down in a chair and scurried over to the kitchen where the cake slices had been chilling. You stuck in a candle, lit it, and cautiously set before him the small plate and fork.

“Happy birthday!” you placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned down. “Make a wish.”

He shut his eyes and hummed for a minute before blowing the candle out. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him.

“Yay! Was it a big wish or a little one?” you asked.

“It… depends. But to me, it’s a big wish.” he said quietly.

You gave his shoulders a clap and then flitted over to your own cake and sat.

“Well, birthday wishes always come true so if you’re going to make a big wish now’s the chance. Of course, you get another one later tonight. Lucky~”

He took the candle out and sat it on the side of the plate.

“Still, you didn’t have to buy cake for me, Y/N. I’ll be eating so much cake these next few days…” he trailed off with dread.

“What, you’ll never eat cake again or something?”

“I might turn into cake, is what I mean.” he took a bite of it nonetheless.

You both took a moment to savor it.

“So… you’re old now.”

He paused, looking up at you with confusion and mild concern.

“Old?”

“You’re 18 now, Mimi. That’s old.”

He blushed heavily at the use of “Mimi”. 

“If I’m ‘old’, then you aren’t doing much better. And what the heck kind of name is ‘Mimi.’”

“Your new nickname, as of today!” you raised a hand to your mouth as you laughed.

He decided not to protest, taking another bite to silence himself. You poked the dense cake with your fork.

“It’s a little dry, I’m going to pour some milk. Do you want some?” you stood again.

“That’d be great, if you will.” He nodded.

You returned shortly, carrying two glasses to the table.

“If you turned into cake, I think you’d become a blueberry muffin with those little sugar crystals on top.” you stated.

“W-What makes you say that?” he asked with a soft laugh.

“Well… blueberry muffins are small like your voice, sturdy like your strength, and sweet like your heart! Also, your eyes kind of look like blueberries anyway.”

Are you saying I’m a sweetheart? he pondered, blushing a little.

“I bought you some presents too.”

“You did? Thank you.”

“Psh, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t buy birthday presents for my favorite guy?”

Poor thing, now he’s even more red in the face.

“You spoil me sometimes.”

You chuckled and shook your head, finishing off the frosting on your fork.

“And I will continue to do so!”

He groaned as you went off to fetch the gifts. However, he would not be grumbling when he removed the tissue paper and revealed the high class mechanic tools.

“Y/N! These are crazy expensive!” he exclaimed, taking the screwdriver set out, his eyes sparkling as he inspected them. 

“Well, I heard you say you would love to have them. I wanted to buy you something you’d actually use.” you leaned against the table, watching him enthusiastically dig through the tissue paper, uncovering other items. There was a blubber-beast chain for his diving gear, a box of four raspberry tarts, and a pocket-sized sketchbook.

He took the little paperweight out and giggled at the penguin.

“Ok, this is pretty cute.” he set it on the table. “I can use it to keep my instruction manuals open!”

“That’s what I was thinking! It’s like it had your name on it.”

He looked up at you with a wide smile. 

“Thanks for this.” he said sincerely. “I know you’re busy with schoolwork and your work for the theater. I’m happy to celebrate with you.”

You crossed your arms with a modest expression.

“I can always find time for my close friends and such. You only have one birthday a year, after all, I have to be there.”

He put the gifts back in the bag and set it on the other side of the empty cake plate. 

“Hey, would you wanna go for a walk in the Dryas Woods with me?” he fiddled with some torn tissue paper. “I want to go somewhere peaceful before the excitement of the party.” 

You hummed in approval, taking the empty plates to the sink.

“I can’t deny you today of all days. We can go when you’re ready.” 

+

It was a cooler day, still a little damp from the hours of steady rain they received the day before. The leaves above created a pattern on the path below.

“This way, I want to show you something!” he beckoned you with his hand and veered off the path.

The breeze was more earthen here, further away from the sea. Sparrows flew away from the trees as they passed underneath them, chirping lightly. They came out into a small meadow between two pine hills.

Honeybees zipped through the wildflowers: sunflowers, cranesbills, and bushes of white peonies. 

You ran your hands over the knee-high blooms, careful not to disturb working bees.

Freminet sat down on a rock in the middle of the field, observing the closest flowers around him.

You sat down below him on the slight hill, the little meadow immediately giving you peace of mind.

“I come here a lot when I’m alone.” he explained. “The flowers growing tall, the wildlife that comes when you sit still long enough. I have a lot of places like this, but none just as perfect as this one. Even Pers likes it.” 

A little gust of wind blew by, some petals loosing into the air. His hair, damaged by an excess of saltwater, wisped around his face. He closed his eyes for a moment and then gave you a small smile.

“I wanted to share it with you. What do you think?”

“I love it here.” you replied, flopping back and laying in the flowers. “But I’m supposed to be the one giving you things today.”

He rolled his eyes.

“This is a gift for me- getting to be in my favorite spot with someone I trust.”

You closed your eyes.

“It is one of the best feelings to welcome someone into a space that is your own. I wish life could be more like this, slow and fragrant and thoughtful.”

He nodded and plucked a cranesbill bloom, twirling it in his hands. A handful of butterflies meandered about the colorful field.

You stayed until Freminet’s party neared, watching birds and sharing tales. You walked with him back to the boarding school to retrieve his birthday gifts and then escorted him to the Hotel Bouffes d'ete. 

“Have fun tonight!” you exclaimed, waving at him as you backed away.

He waved back.

“See you later!”

You turned and began to go home, the night growing chilly. The light from the Hotel was inviting, shining on the stone street as if to display its pride for the inhabitants. 

Freminet’s home, a place you could never know. 

A place where tonight, his found family would adore him and celebrate his life thus far. 

A place where he usually returned after a day of violence and isolation.

You had your opinions, but what mattered tonight was that Freminet was loved. 

And he would always be very much loved, even if the Hotel were to disappear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*neuvillette sniffles in the background (he had a rough day yesterday)*

ITS INTERNATIONAL POOKIE WOOKIE DAY GUYS! Scene 3 of the main fic is up!

the birthday art is PRECIOUS

Part 1 of the fanfic if you’re interested in reading from the beginning:

Part 3 of the fanfic if you been here before:

[lyinginbedmon]

Howdy folks!

I'm not really comfortable making posts like these, because I'm extremely accustomed to just getting by Somehow without getting outside assistance. Historically I've just made do with whatever I had and over the years I've gotten pretty good at making "very little" seem like "just enough" at least, sometimes even "quite a bit".

But I recognise that's a long-term trauma response and, what's more, that I can't overcome this particular obstacle without external support.

So here's the situation: I have been on a waiting list for healthcare since 2019 and the most I've ever heard back to be sure I'm even still on that list is the occasional newsletter. There's a chance I'll hear back properly in November, but also every likelihood I still have years to wait.

Moreover, there's every possibility that the UK general election on July 7th will see a considerable crackdown on the availability of healthcare support for people like me. The current government just last week issued an emergency ban until September on medication for children of my demographic in the span of just 62 minutes.

The medication I've been taking since June 2020 has to be sourced from the grey market, and that makes it expensive, especially so if I don't order it in bulk. Which I frankly cannot afford to do due to a bunch of different problems over the last year. Whatever savings I had to the effect of paying for medication (or anything else for that matter) had to be dumped to prevent my bank from taking action against me just for not having enough money at once. I am not physically capable of working any more than I already am, and therefore have no available options to increase my income to resolve this myself.

So here's the rub: It's Pride Month, and my birthday is in 4 days.

If you have any spare change, please consider putting it towards the GoFundMe linked above. If you don't, please reblog this post so it hopefully reaches someone who can.

My supply will last less than 2 more months before I start to deplete parts of it, 3 months at the most overall. It's a dark time here for the trans community, and particularly for someone as far below the poverty line as me, so for my birthday all I ask is for a bit of assistance making it a teensy bit brighter.

[llyfrenfys]

Project Update

Bore da! Coming to you today with a little update

As explained in my September Update, I have been focusing on my mental health these past few months due to various life events I've been dealing with, namely;

In mid-March my long-term relationship came to an end and I had to make an emergency move into a new flat due to no longer being able to afford the rent. I was then in hospital due to ketoacidosis (a buildup of ketones in the body which causes the body to be too acidic, which can be life threatening). In April I lost my job due to whistleblowing health and safety concerns (and also experienced direct disability discrimination. I will be taking my former boss to tribunal over this). In July I briefly had a new job, however, due to poor mental health I could not carry on in the role. And in July I was informed that a family member has been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Despite all these major life changes, I'm still determined to keep on doing what I love (my research) and sharing it with you all. These events have taken their toll, however, and I'm struggling to make ends meet without a job (I have enough in savings for three months of rent, excluding bills and food). I have applied to many jobs in and around Aberystwyth and I hope to hear from one soon.

August was exhausting, after the events of the past few months. But I'm finally feeling well enough to write and create again. I had struggled for months to format my undergraduate dissertation but as of last week I was finally able to finish making edits. I'm happy to announce that I have made it available on a pay-as-you feel basis (you can pay as little as £1!) to help support me in the interim. The link to get a copy is here:

Researchers are welcome to email me at lub57@aber.ac.uk for a free copy.

In addition to this, I'm going to be launching some Welsh-language/Welsh themed LGBTQ+ prints! If you enjoyed my queer Welsh county pride flags, my Welsh Gilbert Baker flag design or my Cardiff pride flag mashups, I will be making these into physical prints (UK, EU and US shipping available) very soon, so do please keep an eye out for that!

Hwyl a diolch yn fawr am darllen,

Luke

[thisfanisgonesorry]

claire redfield — eat that girl for lunch

every college girl has that “phase” (happy pride month!)

tags: smut, angst, song: lunch - billie eilish, 'angry' sex, cunnilingus, lingerie, bratting, straps ons mentioned, closeted, period-typical + internalised homophobia, secret fwb, canon compliant, pre re2, mix of 1998 and 2019 canon. more notes on ao3.

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1998. The start of September, the end of Summer. Living on the other side of the Arklays. Flip-phone cradled in my hand as I drove through the midwestern nothingness. I glanced down at the screen, waiting for the text that always came on my drive home from the city. The radio echoed through the cabin, just another niche station to occupy the backroads.

Like a psychic, the phone flashed, displaying the message. ‘Coming back tonight?’ She wrote improperly, and I slowed my car enough to text back a simple ‘yes’, waiting for the next flash.

‘Call me when you’re there. Got you something.’ The drive never felt so long.

The call was curt, a simple warning, a simple courtesy to ask if she wanted me to bring any food while I was in the midst of town, she mused a ‘no’, and wished me safe travels.

I walked into the small house rented between a handful of girls, all away for summer break bound to return in a few days, keys clattering in the bowl. Eyes glancing to the white package, angel wings barricading her name that was scribbled on the front.

‘— Claire’

I dug my nails into the plastic. The package was soft but lumpy, and I hesitated to tear the plastic. I peeled at the glue, and my eyes landed on the contents, a sigh escaping me. I quickly discarded the evidence that she got me a gift at all, pushing the plastic far down into the trashcan as I held the soft fabric and the rough leather in my hands.

I made my way up the stairs, and she could hear the thud-thud-thud of my feet as I rushed. I pushed in without knocking, and there was a glint in her eyes as she saw me. She sat at her desk, littered with different types of paper, but it seemed like the last thing on her mind.

“Hey. How was seeing your family?” She spoke casually, genuinely invested in my trip though using it as a shield. Her hands dug into her scalp as she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail.

“Just fine. What’s this?” I asked, my tone firm as I held up the plastic atrocity in my hand.

“It’s a gift.”

She finished tying up her hair, the elastic snapping as she let go of it, she looked like the cat who got the cream. A small pitter patter from the shower in her personal ensuite, warming up as we stared each other down.

“I’m running you a shower.” She mused.

I approached her, and she stood from her seat to not get towered over, her weak excuse of a distraction evidently didn’t work. “Are you serious?” I shoved her the items in my hands, pushing the plastic into her chest for her to take. She grinned and tilted her head.

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

The jestful attitude made me bite my tongue. She was oblivious, or completely uncaring, either way, it was beyond frustrating. “What?” I scoffed. “What if someone saw you buy this? What if someone finds you with it?”

She played with the soft fabrics and her hands fiddled with the plastic. “It’s just a dildo.” She tried to calm the situation, her grin both reassuring and completely infuriating. “No ones gonna see it.”

I stared her down. “Claire.” I warned, and she rolled her neck with a sigh.

“We’re wasting water.” She added, eyes glancing at the shower with a short directional nod. She handed back the soft fabric. Her tone wasn’t demanding, but it was clear there wasn’t room to argue. “Try ‘em on.”

I snatched them back with a scowl and she smiled down at me. She bowed her head slightly.

“If I’m allowed, I can help you take ‘em off.”

The mirror slightly steamed and my damp hair dripped down my shoulders and back. I tried to brush my hair with the towel as I stood there in the bra and panties she got for me. 

Her eyes raked my body as she sat back on the bed, still fiddling with the plastic dick. “Could you put that thing down?”

“Oh, come on, I won��t use it... Tonight...” She placed it to the side. “Fit good? Do you like it?”

I gave a short spin in front of the mirror, a curt hum as I reached behind to adjust the straps. A short and black corset brassiere, the lace cups pushed my boobs upwards, and the hooks were long. Several for back support as the fabric came to my midriff. The underwear were similar, though looked slightly different as if not from a set.

Her eyes creased as she smiled, my indifferent attitude not doing anything to sway her more than keen interest. She saw it as a challenge that she knew she’d win eventually, and that this little huff of mine would get snuffed out.

“Bring that over here.” She patted the side of the bed, moving away from the headboard to throw her legs over the side, waiting for me. Her elbow rested on the pillow as I continued to analyse myself in the mirror, considering her options. Her eyes glued to the close corner of her room, so close she could taste it.

Her nails dug into the pillow as she kept one hand softly laid on the bed, not trying to be upfront with her aggressive need. I took pity on her — at least that’s what I’d tell myself when I left behind my autonomy to listen to her and approach.

I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips, my eyebrows furrowed at the way she took me in, her hands took quick work into slapping my wrists away and taking their place. Her thumb fiddled with the waistband of the underwear and her fingers drifted under the fabric.

I pushed the strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ears and holding the back of her head as she looked up at me. A long unspoken moment dragged out, she didn’t want to push too hard but she wanted to watch me squirm. All my reluctance would always wash away the second my mind was swimming with other things, and she knew that all too well.

“Do you need a seat?” She murmured, pulling me closer. My hands drifted from the back of her head onto her shoulders. “I’ll volunteer.”

Her hands gripped my hips as she pulled me to kneel above her lap, her fingers digging into the soft of my flesh as she pulled down the fabric, dragging it to my knees and then struggling to pull it down further as she began to blindsight herself by pressing kisses on my stomach and hips. 

She reclined, moving her legs back onto the bed and laying back against the pillows. She pulled me with her like I was nothing. My knees straddled her chest and then took a perch on either side of her head, the cushiony pillows easing my knees.

She nuzzled her nose onto my mons, and her eyes fluttered watching me. “You look so pretty.” She whispered. Her mouth latched onto the skin, her tongue swiping across the slit as she craned her neck. “You taste so sweet.”

A harsh blush spread across my face as I held onto the headboard for support, though she pulled my hips to put my weight on her. “Claire—” I tried to protest but a low moan ripped through me when I felt myself sink onto her.

She hushed me with a grin, feeling the way my fight left my body. Her lips encapsulated the sweet pearl, and her jaw moved with each way I squirmed on her face.

It was messy — teeth clashing, an embarrassing amount of wetness coated her lips close to immediately. Her fingers kneaded the flesh of my thighs, eyes glazed and glued to her fervour.

My thighs tightened around her head, I let out a choked whine and wanted to dig my nails into her hair, despite the effort it took to how she tied it up. The parts of her fringe framed her face while he worked hard, and it was a mesmerising view.

“Good?” She asked, not relenting her movements. Her keen eye wanted to make sure this was perfect, wanting the verbal cue if there was anything that needed to change. I shook my head ‘no’ and she hummed with a shaking breath. “Y’sure?” Her fingers trailing along my skin.

“Certain.” I nodded blankly, a hazy expression, blanked out with bliss as my head lolled with little to no neck strength. I grinded my hips onto her face, silently guiding her with an internalised refusal to verbalise what I needed — Why ask when I could do it myself? Why verbalise that I want a woman?

Her fingers trailed to the slick hole, pushing her two slender and smooth fingers inwards. I jerked at the pressure, and she had to pull me back down onto her face and fingers, a quiet hush as she prodded around my insides like it was nothing, just a regular Sunday, and instead of God, she’s worshipping in another way.

The glint in her eyes turned smug. “Shut the fuck up.” I whined, trying to stay stern but failing, my body hunching, the only thing supporting my body was the white-knuckled grip on the wood headboard, which incidentally stopped it from banging against the wall. “Don’t even.”

“..Have y’ever been this wet before with a guy?”

Curling her fingers as she felt that squishy, inviting spot. The warmness enveloping her hand, and dripping down her fingers quickly. Her legs shuffled, repositioning them as she bucked her hips, eager for self pleasure but ignoring it. Her mind honed into one thing and one thing only while the back of her mind drove instinctively towards herself.

“Shut up, god, shut up.” I warned with no real weight behind the words.

I let out a low growl, digging my nails into her scalp and using her hair as leverage, grinding against her face. She let out a moan and her hand squeezed my hip and continued to curl, feeling the way I clenched around her as I rode her face and fingers with selfish ease.

“But you’re soo—” She spoke between sloppy kisses to my clit. “—Easy to annoy.” She was more than content with the way I fucked myself on her, and I only realised after that it’s exactly what she wanted.

“And you’re soo annoying.” I hissed. “I barely even like you.”

Her deft tongue managed out a few words as I took what I wanted with no complaints from her. “Oh, so you hate me.” She mocked, crooning sweetly

“I tolerate you.”

She huffed in amusement, forcibly removing herself from me and flipping me flat on my back, her arm pressed across my stomach to keep me down as she continued her movements without a moment’s pause. “Tolerate?”

I nodded, trying to seem unphased. “Mhmhm.” I hummed, squirming my hips in time.

“Nothing more..?” She challenged, her fingers moving faster, almost inhumanely as they felt the telltale signs. “So you’re not gonna cum?”

“No.” I lied.

She didn’t take long to retaliate, shuffling my legs so my shins pressed against her shoulders, a weak attempt to keep me in place as her hand dropped from my stomach and dug into the waistband of her pink shorts. She hissed in relief at the contact that her body was aching for, and a short lived fight for dominance took place in the millisecond of weakness that flashed between us. My fingers digging into her hair, holding her ponytail back as her mouth sucked harder on my clit, taking it between her teeth for a second.

Flicking her eyes up at me and watching the way my face flushed pink from the lewd wet noises between both our wet cunts and her sloppy mouth. “You better not cum then.” She mumbled under her breath, though she felt the impending doom. She continued to grumble incoherently to herself, letting out breathy moans as she circled her clit.

“But you can?”

She huffed, burying herself deeper into me until I was breathless. “I’m not a lesbian until graduation.” She countered, before mumbling ‘4 year dyke’ under her breath, not as a direct insult, but definitely with intent to sting, voicing her frustrations with my constant insufferable denial.

Met with no comment, nothing I could muster up the courage to say, nothing I could look her in the eyes and lie to her face about, she pulled away briefly, harshly spitting on slit and letting it dribble down onto her fingers, beginning to thrust them in and out while curling into the g-spot.

“Wait, Claire—” I writhed my head back against the pillow, slacking my jaw with small pants for air as all the muscles in my body tensed. 

She watched me like a deer in headlights, feeling the sting of her hair being pulled as I squirmed under the touch I was now trying to avoid, feeling that wave hit the shoreline. She could feel it coming, and she knew it would, it was satisfaction to her that she could bring me to this precipice.

Her lips chased me when I tried to pull away, my vision blurring slightly and my hips bucking. “There you go..” She murmured.

“Claire, ‘m—” It ripped through me like a bullet, loud enough where I had to mentally thank God that the house was empty, the moans growing in volume and more frequent, what were quiet sighs under my breath were now almost screams through the whole rental.

She nodded in understanding, feeling the sting in her scalp as I pushed her where I needed her lips. “You sound so good when you’re not fighting with me.” She praised despite the muffle, I keened, and arched my back with a cry.

My body shook, an incoherent string of babbles and cries of curses filled the air, her name littered through with pleas, though the sentence only lasted for a moment; after a few seconds, my body slumped, and my grip on her relaxed. She slowed her hand to a stop before retracting from the sloppy wetness that was just moments before threatening to break her fingers clean off.

Her hand held my thigh down as her tongue focused less on the bundle of nerves and on savouring the taste, cleaning up the excess cum that spread across most of my lower half. She felt the twitching of overstimulation and eased her way up my body, now speckled with sweat droplets and heaving for air.

Her fingers deftly tried to unbutton the front of her jean shorts to make her self-pleasure easier to achieve, though admittedly she was only trying idly, both hands tugging at the fabric until it was open just enough. She swapped her hands, her dominant now shoved between the jean fabric and her soft skin and her other held my jaw as she analysed my face, a chaste kiss placed on my lips.

I licked them when she pulled away, tasting myself but it was always sweeter when it came from her mouth. “Are you gonna cum?” I whispered, looking at her half-lidded features, we were both breathless but she was insatiable. “Tell me you’re gonna cum.”

“Yeah, yeah. I am.” She agreed. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, feeling her black tank top under my hand as I held her closer to me. Boobs pressed closely together, her thigh between mine with her shorts now wide open at the front, her white panties poking out.

A longer, greedy kiss came quickly, lips almost crashing into mine as her hands put the same effort on herself that she just did to me. “Like having sex with you.” I tried to admit, something I knew would please her; an attempt of condolences since she’d somewhat convinced herself that I didn’t like having sex with women, which I suppose came from some level of truth.

If I could, I’d lie, but something about the mental image of her fucking herself with the same fingers that were knuckle-deep in my cunt, covered in the juices now mixing with hers wasn’t something I could push away and ignore.

“Now you wanna talk?”

“Your mouth is less busy than before.” A weak half excuse to hr teasing, she knew it. She agreed in amusement nonetheless, open mouthed and hazy eyed. I leant forward, or moreso pulled her shoulders closer to me, needing to feel her soft pink lips against mine.

Like the sex, the kiss was sloppy and messy, teeth clicking together like it did below, small breaths as she tried to be methodical — I think that was just who Claire was. I felt her insistence, and held her shoulders tighter, and her arm slinked from my jaw to around the small of my waist, desperate to hold us closer, like we’d melt together, but our bodies fit together almost perfectly anyway, no melting required.

I tugged her hand away from out of her pants, replacing it with mine. My fingers weren’t as deft as hers, didn't move as quick paced, or as smoothly, or generally skilled. Jagged, sharp movements that could probably cut you, but her back hunched, and she pressed further into me. 

“Fuck..” She breathed, taken partially by surprise.

“I want you to cum.” I nodded earnestly, lips messily brushing against hers. She lazily huffed in amusement, almost like she didn’t believe me. She shuddered and dug her nails into my forearm, the messy, needy unsynchronization, and the pads of her beloved fingers made her squirm.

“Yeah, I’m gonna, I’m gonna.” She shuddered, a low and soft but pitchy moan filling the air, before she bit down on her lip. Her body hunched, trembling as she shook. “Oh, god.” Another louder moan erupted from her throat and I felt the twitching of her clit, mimicking the way her walls would be clenching around me if only I tried — I continued to rub with reckless eagerness until her twitching simmered into a dull stimulation that burnt at her muscles and core.

She lazily laid on top of me, barely holding herself up more than what was necessary. Her hand retracted from my forearm, crescent moon shapes indented on my veins like they belonged there. She lightly tugged them away from her waistband, the wetness glistening in the low light, the same way her lips glistened pink just minutes ago when she came up for air.

I spread the two fingers that rubbed her clit to my lips, covered in the mixture of our cum, and spread the two, I inched to push them between my lips before she hastily pressed into me; we kissed through the obstacle, the mixture of us both almost intoxicating as she came down from the high.

The taste slowly dissipated and replaced itself with saliva, I pulled my hand down and held her close, and it seemed like everything began to slow down. The kisses, the breathing, the whole world.

“You can sleep in here tonight.” She offered quietly, though it was more of an ask, her hand drifting under the fabric of the brassiere. She hesitated to go further, but she bargained for a compromise. “Keep this going.. They shouldn’t— won’t be back for another few days.”

I stayed silent, and she could tell by my breathing that I was thinking about it, but that wasn’t good enough. Yes or no. This was an attempt at a compromise.

“What’s 2 girl friends having a sleepover?” She whispered, tracing circles on my ribs and stomach.

I sighed, a deep inhale, her face nuzzled into the crook of my collarbone. “You think I would leave?” I asked, diverting the topic away from my response and towards her expectations. Why couldn’t I just agree with her for once? It’s not like our friends would judge us, would they? She was trying to work with me here, why was I being difficult?

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—”

“Claire..”

“I’m interested in more than just bein’ your ‘friend’.”

[freakinator]

funny thing about how i view the conflict in todays stream is that i view flame and wemmbu in very separate ways despite them doing essentially the same thing

in flames case:

i view his betrayal as ultimately a tragedy, their history all thrown aside due to a combination of wounded pride and genuine upset

if yall didnt see his chat for this stream it was actually really, really bad, like his chat is genuinely so fucking annoying oh my god and is a really good demonstration of why i think streamers should be mean to their chatters sometimes to so i actually wasnt at all surprised that he was so upset but i thought hed log off instead of acting out like this

he wanted respect but literally ruined the months long work of one of the few ppl that were willing to trust him over something that couldve been resolved if he just waited until september, but at the same time i can kinda understand why he was being so impulsive considering again his chat is Really bad, but at the end of the day that really shouldnt have been something you took out on one of your few allies like???? bruh even mocked zams storytelling as if he didnt do thee same shit as well 😭

honestly one of the reasons i was sad about his betrayal is cause it kinda sounded to me like he was genuinely about to cry at first??? maybe im just making shit up tho and he def stopped sounding like he was gonna cry after blowing up the spacewaffles tower lol

in wemmbus case:

i feel no pity for this man, he wanted conflict wherever he can get it and he got it! i think hes a lot like zam in that he just wants some attention and most importantly something to do but whatever happens to him next is his own fault lmao, i respect his honesty tho like hey he sucks but he knows what hes about at least lol

the fact that he still kept trying to get a commission from zam (or at least guilttripping him about it for lack of a better word) like bro i know you wanted to do a capitalism morality dilemma arc with zam but read the room my guy 😭

maybe hes at least a little mad that zam kept turning him away despite the fact he accepted a commission from mapicc of all ppl but like. bro. theres a reason zam called him a nightmare customer lmao

that being said you can tell hes not used to going this overboard considering he offered to help repair the tree when zam got upset lmao

idk i just thought his evilness was kinda funny, still hope he gets his shit kicked in spectacularly tho!

its funny, despite being acting like the shitty no reading comprehension version of abyss he gives me the exact same feeling of schadenfreude i did for minute back in s5 and i believe part of it is his mockery of lore and weird complicated dismissal of moral conflict particularly regarding zam

by weird complicated dismissal of moral conflict i mean both he and minute both tried to convince zam to see ''their side'' and ''reason'' but coming at it from an angle that completely misunderstands zam and when zam points it out they dismiss it and act like it means nothing because of their ''objective'' view of reality, spoiler alert! its not objective at all and they refuse to understand things from zams perspective cause they think hes just being unreasonable or something

idk overall i think their motivations for doing things are just kinda... shit lol

like ik theres some pretty obvious parallels that can be made with s5 here but the difference between the og players and flamebu aside from the lack of style and drama is that the og players waited several months before they started acting out the way they did and when they did start acting out tgey always made sure evryone who wanted to get involved Actually got involved rather than doing it while everyone was away plus their opps werent their own allies (except maybe pangi depending on how you look at it)

[23victoria]

i loveddddd your recent fic so so much!! you’re such an amazing writer and i truly felt captivated throughout the story <3

as a third year med student i need to know if reader made it as a doctor or if she left her degree incomplete 🫣🫣

thank you so muchhhh!!!! this means so much!! thank you!! 🥹🤍✨

congrats on being in your third year of med school!!! im starting my second year in september!! 🤍🫶🏾✨

and yes she did!!

It had been a year since Y/N ended things with Jensen. The relationship had taken its toll on her, leaving her emotionally drained and unsure of the future. But as the months passed, Y/N began to find clarity. She realized that this was her opportunity to rediscover herself, to follow the dream she had once put on hold: becoming a pediatric doctor.

Returning to Harvard for her medical degree was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was a world she had walked away from, but now it felt like the right time to dive back in. With her sights set on pediatrics, Y/N threw herself into her studies. The coursework was grueling, and the long nights studying in the library often left her exhausted, but she knew this was her path.

As the months turned into years, Y/N worked tirelessly, earning both her Doctor of Medicine (M.D.) and her Ph.D. in Pediatrics. The journey was isolating at times, especially when she thought about who she could have shared it with. Her family had been there for her, and she was grateful for their unwavering support. But deep down, she felt the absence of someone else—someone who used to be her closest friend. She thought about reaching out to Lewis, to ask if he would come to her graduation, but something held her back. The last year had been about finding her own strength, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to let him back in.

Graduation day arrived, and Y/N stood in her cap and gown, feeling a mixture of pride and loneliness. Her parents and siblings were there, their smiles wide as they watched her walk across the stage to receive her degree. The applause from the crowd was warm, but as she looked out at the sea of faces, the empty space where Lewis might have stood felt like a hollow ache. Still, she held her head high, knowing that she had earned this moment.

The celebration afterward was small, just her family and a few close friends. They congratulated her, hugged her, and told her how proud they were. But when the night was over, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was missing.

A few years later, after completing her pediatric residency and gaining more specialized qualifications, Y/N found herself once again standing on the cusp of another graduation. This time, it was for an advanced degree in pediatric care, a milestone that signified the completion of her journey to becoming a pediatrician.

This time, things were different. Y/N had reconnected with Lewis during the Met Gala. From there Lewis had welcomed her back with open arms, supporting her unconditionally as she finished her training. He had become her rock, always there to cheer her on, offering words of encouragement when she doubted herself.

On the day of her graduation, the ceremony hall was packed, and this time, Y/N wasn’t alone. As she walked up to the stage to receive her degree, she heard a familiar voice above the rest—a loud whistle followed by an enthusiastic shout. “That’s my girl! Go, Y/N!”

She couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling with joy. Looking out into the crowd, she saw Lewis standing, a huge grin on his face, his eyes shining with pride. He was surrounded by her parents, siblings, and a group of friends who had supported her throughout this journey. But it was Lewis’s presence that made this moment feel complete.

As she walked across the stage, the applause of her loved ones filled her with a sense of accomplishment she had never felt before. This time, when she descended from the stage, Lewis was there waiting for her, his arms open wide.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, lifting her off the ground slightly as he spun her around. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You’ve worked so hard for this, and look at you now. I never doubted you!”

Y/N smiled, tears of happiness threatening to spill over. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Lewis. You’ve been my biggest supporter.”

He kissed her forehead, his voice soft as he spoke. “You did this, Y/N. You’re the strongest, most determined person I know, and I’m just lucky I get to be here to see you shine.”

As they posed for photos, surrounded by family and friends, Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. She had come so far, and now she was exactly where she was meant to be. With Lewis by her side, cheering her on every step of the way, she knew there was nothing she couldn’t achieve.

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the love of my life is a total badass 🫶🏾❤️, congratulations to my baby 🥳👏🏾, beyond proud of you 🥹🫶🏾❤️

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username1 congratulations 🎊🍾

georgerussell 👏🏻❣️

username45 okay doctorrrr 🤭

username44 omg!!

username22 she’s mother 🤭🥹🤍

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Dr. Y/N L/N! 🤭❤️✨

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lewishamilton so proud of you my love!! 🫶🏾❤️

oscarpiastri you deserve it!!

beyoncé congratulations beautiful girl 🥰

arianagrande beauty and brains!! 🥰

landonorris congrats Y/N/N!! 🤩🎊🍾

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[lilbeanz]

Wow... I really can't believe it's already 2023! What a year. What a crazy, crazy year it's been! 2022 was a fantastic year for me and I'll tell you why:

January- I was going through the motions, still just working on my ocs and my college coursework, pottering around aimlessly...

And then, February!

I began really *Pottering* about. That fateful Valentine's day really kicked things off... As it turned out, some people really liked my stuff. Especially my artistic take on a certain pointy nosed pureblood wizard.

In fact y'all liked it so much I carried on right through March and April too...

Started the Number Twelve series, carried on with the shenanigans, had fun answering asks...

Dipped out for a bit...

Came back full force in June just in time for Pride month!

And carried on all through July and August:

Then in September something very very special happened. I joined the drarry discord server- fell in love with it- made friends with some amazing people, even participated in Sudsfest!

I started writing my first fic in October.

By November I was ready to start publishing JoDT chapters weekly.

Wrapped the first book up by December, and participated in the owl post gift exchange.

I just can't really begin to describe how happy I am. It's been an incredible, fantastically magical year for me. I'm so grateful for this fandom, for all of you. Just... Thank you so much ❤️

Let's make 2023 just as magical✨️

[loganlostitall]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Rating: 18+ for sure

Word count: 1.7k

Characters: Negan Smith, adult gender neutral reader

Setting: Riverbend, season 11 episode 13

Content warnings: light spoilers!!! Be mindful of your own knowledge of the show. Oral sex (M receiving) and also references to oral sex (gn receiving), cum swallowing, spit/drool, slight mention of typical TWD violence, very brief speculation of Negan being dead ig?

Summary: you were in a relationship with Negan before he disappeared without a trace after Maggie took out the Reapers and found Alden. Just when you’re wondering if hope of finding him again is lost… there he is. And he’s very excited to see you.

Author’s note: I literally have no idea where this came from lmfao. I haven’t written in months and suddenly after listening to TDOPOM this little idea popped into my head and I couldn’t banish it so I sat down and slammed this out. Considering that there’s things I’ve had started since September, that’s a huge feat for me lmao. Anyways !!!

No beta, I’m gonna die with my errors like a man 🫡

NSFW under the cut

How long had it been, exactly? Whatever the amount of time, the true answer to such a question was too fucking long. Initially, when you left the Commonwealth a few days prior to venture further than your previous run in search of “resources” (also known as: your missing boyfriend; that you fully suspected everyone was too smart to believe you were looking for anything different, but continued lying to them anyway to avoid any emotional conflict) you hadn’t exactly… expected to actually find him. A piece of you had started to wonder if the time would come where you sunk a blade between a pair of vacant, milky eyes you’d despised and then adored.  

And so, you certainly were taken by surprise when one hand snatched your arm and the other covered your mouth just as it had fallen open to loose a scream. Catching the barest glimpse of familiar ink etched across the skin of your assailant’s arm, tears stung your eyes when you realized with nausea sinking low in your gut that you weren’t ready to take him out. Brain not even acknowledging the relieving factor that the fingers touching you were warm. 

In your searching for him, he found you. How poetic. 

Those same hands hadn’t left your body since. Like right now, one at the base of your skull; fingernails repetitively scratching your scalp, ever so slightly. 

“God fucking damn, I’ve missed this. I mean, I missed you too, of fuckin’ course I did, but this? Fucking incredible.” The slew of complimentary expletives were muttered through grit teeth, and between unsteady huffs of breath. A pinched groan followed immediately after the thick words. He was going to attract walkers; as flattering as it was, that was the first thought to come to mind and on instinct you retaliated what he had subjected you to not much earlier by slowly grazing your palm up the planes of his stomach, over his chest, and to his mouth... which only served to inspire another moan. 

His head bobbed side to side with some dazed form of a nod and he flashed a tired—but still as gorgeous as usual—smile when he pulled your hand away. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut the hell up,” he sighed, much quieter though clearly without lack of restraint. Pride resounded through you with every flex of his jaw.

The phantom sensation of your back being pinned flat against the tree where Negan’s is now was still very prominent, though the only evidence to show for it was the glisten of his lips and the smudges over the fabric of his jeans that clothed his knees. A dull throb resonated between your thighs when you lowered your eyes to admire the very proof of his head being nestled there not very long ago, and the hum when you smirked around his cock gave him no choice but to bite down on his fist and keep quiet. 

With that, you returned to the task at hand or, rather, at hand and mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sunk down until the head of his dick nudged against the back of your throat and did absolutely nothing to fight the gag that sounded as a result. A long time ago, in an entirely different life, things like that had bothered you. Everything about your performance needed to be perfect, until Negan. He liked when you struggled to accommodate him. Got off on it. 

The vein along the underside of his endowment jumped and you did not hesitate to flatten your tongue and press up against it, curl the tip, and drag from end to end of the hypersensitive stripe beneath Negan’s skin and revel in the shiver it drew from him. 

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he whispered, “Fuck,” and even such a short, succinct, single syllable word seemed to knock the breath out of him. His mouth thinned into a straight line, lips all but disappearing, and the back of his head made an unceremonious collision with the bark behind it. The grimace that found his face was short lived, because that was the moment you decided was perfect to bring a cupped palm and fingers to his scrotum. They drew up instantaneously upon being touched.

He was close already. Aw. He really did miss you. 

A heavy glob of saliva rolled out between his cock and your lips when they crowned over the glans, but you simply sucked in a gulping breath and followed it with your tongue rather than fearing the quality of your performance. Smearing your drool down the length of his shaft would surely ease the glide of your mouth for whatever little remainder of time there was here. You would tease him about this later, but given that Negan cumming fast was a rare occurrence, it would mainly be playful bragging. 

The practically hypnotic motion of his nails carding through the short hairs where your head met your neck ceased abruptly after deepthroating him once more, and you would have mourned the loss if not for the heavy lidded, glazed over, hazel brown eyes that truly appeared to be doing nothing less than memorizing the way every feature of your face looked when your lips were stretched around him. You pushed up on his balls and squeezed, just barely bordering outside of the threshold of pain for him, and the hissed ‘awfuck-’ was your only warning. 

Never would you have believed that you could miss the taste of a man’s cum, and yet here you were, realizing how fucking happy you were to be tasting him, swallowing everything down like some sort of elixir. Hardly an easy task around something in your mouth, and repeatedly ramming down your throat due to him holding you in place as his hips jerked, but you were more than enthusiastic despite it. All you could do was squeeze your thighs together, breathe through your nose, swallow, and allow yourself to be used for the first time in what had felt like the longest six months in your entire life. Suddenly you couldn’t remember a single sweet thing that had ever tasted better than Negan Smith.

Though logically you knew it wasn’t a very long affair, the limited intake of oxygen disoriented you enough that you couldn’t quite tell how much time passed before the grip on the back of your head relinquished and a now softening erection retracted from your mouth. You drank air into your lungs as if you’d been under water and dropped your hands, both of which had a tacky mixture of drool and precum connecting them to your lips and his skin, all while holding eye contact even though his own gaze was trained upon your swollen, sticky mouth. 

After a moment to collect himself and gather his bearings—both literally and figuratively because he tucked himself back inside of his boxers but didn’t pull up the zip, Negan offered out his hands for you to grab hold of and help you back onto your feet. There were matching patches of dirt on your knees. As you started to bend down to dust yours off, a finger hooked beneath your chin to raise your head once more. He wiped the light, streaky eyeliner you managed to score from Princess off of your cheeks; and afterwards brought the hem of his black t-shirt to your mouth that was no more than a mess of goop but that wicked tongue of his peeked out from between his teeth as he cleaned up the mess. 

“So goddamn hot, baby,” Negan rushed forward to steal a kiss, which you happily reciprocated and that same tongue followed shortly after. You could still taste yourself in his mouth. Certainly, his own flavor lingered behind as well. The groan that fled his mouth to dissolve into yours was answer enough. “Fuckin missed the taste of us. Swear my dick could get hard all over again just from this shit.” His hand dropped to your own jeans that you’d secured back over your hips after you came, just in case a situation arose and the both of you had to be able to run quickly. Bypassing the zipper, Negan slid his fingers past the waistband and dipped into your underwear to gather what remained of your excrement and his own saliva, raising it to his lips to lick his fingers clean. There had hardly been enough time to suppress a moan before his mouth found your neck and you rolled your head off to the side, giggling in the process, to allow further access. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, upon looking towards where you could only assume Negan had been taking shelter, your eyes fell to a sight that meant things would have to cease for now. 

“…Is that Gabriel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, forgive me Father or however the fuck that goes.” 

His mouth had only ceased its assault on your throat long enough to mumble the words against your skin, sending a chill through you and raising goosebumps all over you that would have to go ignored. Much to your chagrin, Gabriel and Aaron were approaching the building that Negan’s new group resided within, and perhaps it was paranoia but a little skepticism went a long way since the dead started walking.

While half-assedly shoving his face away from yourself, you asked, “What are your new men like?”

“Not very nice,” he answered with a shrug; failing multiple attempts to dodge your hand until deciding he would settle for kissing your palm instead. Would have been endearing under any other circumstance. 

“Negan Smith!” 

“UuugghhhhUUUUUUHHH fine!” He blustered overdramatically, tossing his arms up over his head with a heaving sigh and roll of his eyes just before zipping his pants back up, and then yours after. You wiped your hands on his pants as he began walking. 

And, even despite the current circumstance, after all the time you’d spent missing him, you couldn't help but smirk at his grumblings about no amount of Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s being repentance enough for what he would do to them for giving him Blue Balls as he guided you around the building for safe entry. 

Like he hadn’t cum already. If you made it out of this, which you could never be sure of anymore, it seems like you were going to have a lot of sucking up to do. 

Literally. 

This one-shot was actually a massive challenge for me because I’ve always found it almost completely impossible to write something so short because I try to pour everything into my writing and drag it out.. which really makes me worry that this is horrible/boring 😭

Anyways, hope it’s not and people find it decent. I won’t be doing much x reader stuff because I have an OC and an entire story planned out for him when I find the time, but there will be a few ! :)

Idk who else to tag other than my loyal bffs @murdadixon @hopefulatrocity @lanadelnegan 🥰 besitos para mis bebés