#it’s so obvious to me every time I watch this show

[sunanthrope]

Every time I see an obviously-queer middle schooler wearing a walmart Nirvana shirt try and discreetly stare at me, i remember why I dress like this. Every time I see some 7th grader with a pixie cut and a 'how to pass pre-t trans men' outfit trying to glance at me without seeming too obvious, or every time some 9th grader sees me in goodwill looking through the men's black T shirts for band tees, with a leather jacket or a pair of ripped jeans over my arm, and they come up and say they like my outfit. Every time I see a kid I could have easily been, who will easily grow up to be me.

It's not just for me. It's showing people who I used to be so similar to, that they can be themselves too. The same way 17 year olds showed me when I was 14, acting the same way they act, trying to be slick about watching what the cool goth girl in the thrift store was getting, so I could dress just like her when I grew up.

I got there. Now it's my turn to turn around and help others get here.

[planetpedri]

Pau with a girlfriend who has a condition who makes her faint a lot? I feel like he’d be so attentive and caring

I can and I will — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Having extremely low blood pressure was the norm for you, but ever since you started dating Pau, he’d taken it more seriously than you had. And you loved him for it.

Word count: 700+

Disclaimer/s: Mentions of fainting , low blood pressure , accidents that’s happened from the condition , ect.

A/N: I didn’t want to write about something I couldn’t capture accurately buttt I used to have very low blood pressure and would faint because of it so I just went with this …

Pau was very… attentive. He noticed the slightest wobble in your step, the way your eyes seemed to go dull, or when you’d heat up. He’d taken every precaution to assure you wouldn’t faint. He worried a lot, and you hated to make him stress so much.

It was a particularly hot summer day, so the two of you decided it was best to stay inside. Pau had set his bedroom in the specific way you liked, almost like a cocoon of pillows and blankets. You’d planned on binge watching the new season of your favorite show, but you’d forgotten one simple thing.

“Shit.” You grumble, turning to your boyfriend. “I need to go get water.”

Pau nods in understanding, concern flashing across his face. “You sure you wanna go get it? I don’t mind—“

“Pau, babe.” You groan, “i’m fine. Sit back, chill out.”

Sometimes his protectiveness agitated you. It made you feel like you couldn’t do anything, despite knowing he didn’t mean to make you feel that way. You knew your words may have hurt him, so you compensate by placing a quick and tender kiss to his lips.

Sliding your legs over the side of the bed, you stand. Too quick. Your vision zooms in and out, spotting all around. Great. You were too slow to sit back down, your knees giving out beneath you.

Before you could fall, you feel Pau’s arms wrap around your torso, successfully stopping your tumble. “I told you I should’ve..” He trails off with a grumble, pushing the hair from your face as you collect your breathing.

“Don’t rub it in.” You grumble, the nauseating feeling pooling in your stomach as you allow yourself to slump into his arms.

“Lay down, i’ll go get you water and some crackers.” Pau frowns, planting a kiss to your forehead. He did that a lot, you’d noticed it was his way of checking your temperature without being obvious. “And some ibuprofen.”

Weakly climbing back into your cocoon, you toss the fuzzy blanket aside to let your body cool down. Your eyes remain closed even when you hear Pau’s heavy footsteps coming closer.

“Sit up.” He urges quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed with a glass of ice water and medicine in his hands, and crackers tucked under his arm.

You do as told, rubbing your temples. “What would I do without you?”

“Hit your head on a sharp object? Oh wait, you actually have already done that before.” He quips, the corner of his lip twitching, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Ha ha.” You mumble, taking the water and pills gratefully. “Thank you.”

“Always.” He says, giving you a genuine, but short smile. Every time you fainted or came close to it, he felt his heart stop. Sometimes, he felt like he could faint from concern.

Once you take the pills and drink your water, you get comfortable again with Pau climbing onto the bed beside you. He pulls you half way onto his chest, pressing play on the TV.

While you munch away and regain your strength, Pau’s fingers play with your hair, tucking strands behind your ear and repeating the soothing motion. When you finally feel better, you glance up at him.

“I love you, y’know that, right?”

Pau tilts his head down to meet your gaze, a smile forming. “Of course I do. I love you, too.”

Your lips form a tight lipped, almost shameful, smile, “I feel bad, you shouldn’t have to baby me. I should’ve thought about this stuff before we got into bed.”

“Hey,” his eyebrows furrow, “you don’t always have to do things on your own. I’m your boyfriend, I love you, and If I can help, I will. Always.”

You couldn’t control yourself. You loved this boy more than anything in the world. Setting your half eaten bag of crackers aside, you roll on top of him, placing kisses all across his face. All the while, you murmur dozens of ‘I love you’s’.

Pau chuckles through your burst of affection, putting a stop to it only so his hands could cup your cheeks. He pulls your face to his lips, greeting yours in a long, warm kiss.

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[lemotmo]

Wow. Just wow, anon.

Q. You're the worst kind of pathetic bitch because you're a bitch who supposedly knows how to read and interpret the media. You supposedly know how to market and sell bullshit but you can't even make your own bullshit sound believable. You're trying so desperately to portray Tommy as a plot device when that's clearly not what the show is going for. Seems as though you're actually the one who doesn't know the meaning of the term. You're just jealous because we can see the bigger picture here and you and the little trolls like you are desperately trying to cling to a fanfiction Oliver and Ryan have sold you all. I cannot wait to rub their first I Love You in your retched little face.

A. So I've held onto a couple of asks here and there just waiting for the break-up occasion. Fa la la la bitches it's the breakup occasion. First of all I don't understand why you all are so obsessed with my degree. My degree is irrelevant. What I do for a living is irrelevant. Higher education is not necessary to follow elementary level story telling. And Tommy was the definition of an elementary level plot device. Allow me to explain, anon.

For the sake of this answer I will not be referencing past Tommy because that part of him, right or wrong, was, in the end, irrelevant as far as the show was concerned. Minus the nonsense of making him Abby's ex. I get it it's funny but it's not as clever as the show thinks it is. We first met Tommy during the air rescue when he was flying the helicopter for Buck, Eddie and Chimney. This would be the beginning of what every Tommy scene thereafter would in one way or another be about. Buck and Eddie. Let the plot device begin. The next time we hear about Tommy it's because he and Eddie are hanging out and Buck is jealous. But why is Buck jealous? Who is Buck jealous of? Let's examine that shall we. We see Eddie talking to Buck about hanging out with Tommy. We see Buck complaining to Maddie about Eddie hanging out with Tommy. Flying to Vegas to watch MMA fights, talking about classic cars, all hobbies invented for Eddie by the way just so they could give Tommy the same kind of interests, and about how 'cool' Christopher thinks he is. No mention of Buck himself wanting to hang out with Tommy. Nope. Buck is entirely focused on the Eddie of it all. We find out that Buck doesn't like basketball and we find out that Eddie has asked him to come to the bball pick up game with him number times. Once Buck finds out that Tommy is going he decides he wants to join as well. But not for the reason you all believe. Cut to the fire station and Eddie talking animatedly on the phone to someone, you will note that we are never told who he is actually talking too. I will also point out that this episode is entirely from Buck's POV, something the show made sure the audience was aware of. So the shine that radiates from Eddie throughout the episode is how Buck sees Eddie, not how Eddie is necessarily really behaving. Buck had a basketball delivered to the station, something that Tommy would never be aware of, but something Buck desperately wanted Eddie to be aware of. No part of anything that has occurred so far has anything at all to do with Tommy as far as Buck is concerned. Let's cut to the bball game, and Eddie once again basically being human sunshine, because again, that's how Buck sees him. Buck watches Eddie and Tommy laugh, high five and generally just enjoy goofing off, a role that Buck usually occupies in Eddie's life. He gets jealous, and Eddie gets hurt. Fast forward to Buck's loft and Tommy's speech about not wanting to come between them, a scene by the way where Eddie's name is mentioned, I believe, something like 13 times, someone feel free to correct that math. Tommy himself is surprised by Buck saying he was trying to get Tommy's attention because it was obvious to everyone, except Buck, what he was actually jealous about. Tommy kissing Buck was the definition of a red herring, anon. The entire episode was about Buck trying to get Eddie's attention. Buck just couldn't properly understand everything he was feeling, or maybe starting to become aware of, so he allowed himself to misplace those feelings and believe maybe they were about Tommy. They weren't. And the show wasn't subtle about it.

Now the first date. Buck was nervous, understandably so. He had never been on a date with a man before and in typical Buck fashion word vomited himself into an awkward situation. He became even more awkward once he knew Eddie was there. Making matters worse instead of being understanding of Buck's nerves, especially considering he had been there once himself, Tommy made a closet joke in front of Eddie, knowing that Buck wasn't ready to tell Eddie anything. He then called himself an Uber and left Buck standing alone on a curb. So for your score card at home Eddie was there for the first meeting, he was the center of the focus for their first kiss conversation, and now he was a major presence on their first date. So he's 3 for 3 in other words, anon.

Bachelor party. Buck was excited and went overboard but the show made a point of showing the audience that Eddie matched his energy throughout the episode. He played dress up with him, even going so far as to suggest their costumes. The show also made a point of having Tommy make a brief appearance, noticeably with no effort into his wardrobe choice, before quickly sending him to a fire so Buck and Eddie could party all night together. Buck and Eddie were the entire point of the bachelor party. Tommy was just there to juxtapose Eddie with Buck vs Tommy with Buck.

2nd kiss at the hospital. They needed a nice moment. Made sure to show Eddie's reaction to it.

The season finale. Buck spent the entire episode wrapped up in Eddie's storyline, a space he occupied from 7x5 on mind you, and then had one cringe as hell dinner date where his bf made a daddy sex kink joke.

An entire off season of nonsense Cameo videos, that you all paid for. Unending online abuse and hurling slurs at anyone and everyone who was perplexed as to what the hell any of you were talking about because we hadn't seen anything you all were ranting and raving about actually happen on screen. Month after month of bullying and threats. Watching as Oliver, Ryan and crew members were mercilessly attacked for not promoting and fawning over Lou and your nothing of a ship. Watching you all desperately try to convince people you were so many more people than you were. One desperate play for attention after another. Ryan getting death threats. Threatening jurnos jobs. You name it you all did it and then had the nerve to scream victim when people fought back. Meanwhile your god sat back and watched you all do these things and instead of intervening, he decided to charge you more for the rhetoric. His behavior was the definition of unprofessional and gross. Your behavior was just as grotesque. No one owes you an apology.

Season 8 premier. One scene with Buck and Eddie. The scene absolutely could have gone on without him, he was just there. He served no purpose except to look like he didn't belong. Because he didn't. That was the point.

Episode 5. Every single scene where the show had the opportunity to place Tommy in the position of partner they put Eddie there instead. The hospital. Tending to his face at the loft. Eddie Eddie Eddie. It was always Eddie.

Finally episode 6. The inevitable outcome. The plot device served his purpose. He opened the door for Buck to his bisexuality. And that was all he was ever intended to do because everything else about his scenes were about Buck and in one way or another Eddie. Tommy was never the point of reason for a single scene he was in. He was never the fucking point of anything. 7x4 and 8x6 were directed by the same guy for a reason. 7x4 was how Buck sees Eddie. Full of color and light and warmth. 8x6 was the juxtaposition of that episode with how Eddie sees himself. Dark and broken and unworthy. Buck and Eddie are the point. Ending the episode with the two of them on the couch, this time with Buck in the dark (his clothes )and Eddie in the light ( his shirt). Their storylines have been intertwined since 7x4 for a reason. Their storylines end at the same place. Together. The show could not have made it more obvious, and it didn't require a fucking degree to see. It's not our fault you chose to pretend you didn't see it. Your plot device is gone so go ahead and follow him out the door.

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[reverieblondie]

I'm not entirely sure if this counts as a spicy idea or what you're looking for but here goes! Raphael, Haarlep, Cal, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor using their tail on non-tiefling female s/o to restrain her (like her leg, waist, wrists, etc), play with her clit, and stuff their tail inside her so he can taste her or mouth to gag her? Please tell me your thoughts 🥺

A/N: Oh this was a great prompt. I love inappropriate use of tails, enjoy.

Raphael, Haarlep, Cal, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor

Using tails

Raphael

You were not surprised when an invitation for dinner at the House of Hope appeared mysteriously on your coffee table. The now Archedevil Raphael had personally written, and you assume, delivered the note to your home. The invitation said you would be the guest of honor for your aid in getting him the crown of Karsus. You dressed in your finest silk dress for dinner and put your hair up to expose your neck. You were nervous about seeing Raphael again after so long, so it led to you going all out on your appearance. 

When the time comes, a whorling portal takes you to the hells where the party started. Raphael’s eyes had been drinking you all evening as he watched you, ignoring the rest of the room filled with devils and past clients. He took a long drag from his hookah as he admired your soft curves under the thin fabric and your lovely neck so deliciously exposed. Though he was not the only one to notice you much to his disdain… The fiends looked at you like a meal while the mortals looked at you like a prize… the fools, all of them… you are his, and they will all soon find out this fact… 

As the dinner bell rang its high-pitched chime, everyone shuffled into the dining room; Raphael sat in the chair at the head of the table as everyone found their seats. As soon as you found a free chair, it suddenly vanished within your grasp; you looked around confused till your eyes met Rapahaels… “Oh, poor mouse…that chair was… insufficient… but don’t pout pet… I have a place for you to sit…” Raphael scoots his chair back slowly and spreads his thick thighs, patting his lap with a smug smile. You walked over slowly as the others chuckled and smirked behind you; as you got closer, Raphael gave you a nod and held his hand towards you. As soon as you took his hand, he turned you gracefully and sat you on his lap. 

Raphael's hands went to the flimsy strap of your dress and the other softly caressing the softness of your stomach… his tail coils tightly up your leg as his lips pressed to the shell of your ears, “Comfortable?” All you can manage is a soft whimper and a nod as the sheer heat of his body overwells you. He chuckles at the tensing of your body as he continues his obvious caressing. Raphael clears his throat, “it seems our guest of honor is tongue-tied… I hope we can forgive her… she is only mortal…” The devils in the room got a large kick out of that. Raphael talks of his ambitions and how your help was key to his success. While he talks, his hands start to pick up your dress past your hips, showing off your pantieless cunt, dripping… you try to squirm out of his hold, so embarrassed to be exposed like this, but Raphael's tail coiled around you tighter… “Be still, my darling… we wouldn’t want to ruin the show…” 

Your head is turned from his glowing orange eyes to the guest watching with full plates and salivating lips. Raphael's hand reaches between your trembling legs as his massive clawed fingers spread your slick folds and drag over your sex till he finds your swollen little bundle. He drags his thumb in slow circles over your clit, making you softly moan before he is roughly pinching, making you scream. The table guests howl and cheer at the perverted show. Rapheals voice purrs in your ear, “They can watch mouse… but you… you are mine.”

Haarlep

Having your soul sold to a devil was different than you expected; you were sure you would have to serve Raphael every whim, but when he handed you over to Haarlep… Now that was unexpected… Haarlep was thrilled to have a new warm body around the house, a new thing to play with and feed upon. With your role as Haarlep's caretaker (at least that's what Raphael called your job), You were at Haarleps beck and call. Whatever they command, you must fulfill or else.... and Haarlep was slowly becoming drunk with power.

 Haarlep contained themselves, however, slowly building you up with teases and hungry glances; Haarlep could smell how you got excited when around them, how your bright eyes would fill with lust, and your body temperature would rise. They could have had you long ago, had your legs around their head, listening to your screams as they fucked you deep with their forked tongue, but they wanted to savor you for a while longer. Finally, they just couldn't ignore their hunger anymore. 

Haarlep had requested a bath and, of course, for you to assist them. In the boudoir Haarlep snapped their fingers before slowly sinking into the turquoise healing water, they of course were not shy in showing off and forcing your cheeks to flush and your heart to race, adorable. Haarlep lounges back against the bath, watching as you continue to add oils to the bath for fragrance, your eyes stealing glances of their chest and their pleased smirk. You saw Haarlep lick their lips as they watched you; they looked at you as if they could read your mind, smug and knowing of your desire… But Haarlep was the masters… if you lay with them, there would surely be consequences. 

"Dove?  Come closer and wash me..." those soft words broke you from your thoughts, you know better than to refuse. Going to step in the bath, you are quickly stopped with a tsk, "You can't come in like that… off with your clothes…" Taking a steady breath, you did as you were told and stripped down.  You started with their vast wings, hearing how Haarlep sighed leasery at the touch. Their breathing bordered on moans that made your core twist in want. Once their wings were done, you went to move to their arms, but before you could begin, Haarlep pulled you gently onto their lap. Their cock is hard and immediately nudges you, making your body tremble. 

Haarlep smiles wide as they place your hands on their chest, "Wash me here next... "As you wash Haarleps's chest, you find yourself getting lost in the incubus's eyes and starting to mindlessly grind yourself on them. Haarlep lets you guide you as you rock on them, but once they slip their hand to your hips, you freeze, "I…I am so sorry… I shouldn't…" Haarlep coos to you as they slip their cock inside, letting it stretch you and cut off your apology… "No, my Dove… You are such an obedient thing. I say you act selfishly and let me have you…" Getting caught is a risk, but their burning cock sinking deeper into your cunt is taking all reason from your mind. You drop the sponge, wrapping your arms around their neck before you push them in deeper with a moan. "I want… as much as I can… Ah~ get." Haarlp kisses your trembling lips before rolling their hips, making their cock lick against your cervix. "So greedy… want more?" All you can do Is nod before they arch your back, forcing their cock deeper… Then you feel prodding on your tight, unused hole, making you gasp. "Settle Dove. Let the pleasure take hold... you will enjoy... It, my greedy girl…"

 Haarleps tail slips through, making you scream at the intensity. Their tail slide in tandem as they let you bounce on their cock, both appendages rubbing so desirously makes your mind fog of the pleasure of being too full and fucked. Drool falls from your lips that Haarlep licks with a chuckle; you're lost on them now, and how your body is quenching down on their cock as you bounce tells them all they need to know, You no longer care for any risks involved… you're fully theirs now.

 It's been an hour, and your leaning on Haarleps chest shaking, your cum too many times to count, and the incubus is still taking their fill. Raphael comes into the room in a flash, shuffling through papers before his gaze looks to the side, seeing Haarlep taking their caretaker in the bath. Raphael scoffs, "Make sure you cum in her don't want you making a mess of my bath…" Haarlep smiles wide before purring in your ear, "Yes, master…"

Cal

When you had accepted Alfina's request to go on a blind date with someone she thought would be perfect for you, you never expected it to be someone you already knew. So imagine your surprise when the person, your date, sitting alone at the tavern waiting was Cal.

Cal had been idly playing with his mug of ale when he looked up at the person next to his table. As soon as his glowing orange eyes met yours, he immediately perked up, and his tail started to swish. Seems you were both surprised.  Dinner started off a little shy and slightly awkward, like most dates, but Cal being Cal quickly lightened the mood for you two.  As the night went on, the mood kept adjusting … First, Cal was doing his tried and true, fun jokes and keeping the conversation about you. Though you were insistent on getting him to tell you things about him you didn't already know, it was an appreciated gesture but not one he was entirely accustomed to.

Cal watched as you spoke, how effortlessly you communicated how he dreamed of this opportunity to go out with you and how gorgeous you looked… you always looked so beautiful… During your story, you two were inching closer and closer. Cal, getting lost in the moment, carefully reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You pause your story, and the air becomes tense; your eyes are glued to each other, his hand still lingering in your loose hair as he carefully wraps it around his finger, giving it the softest pull.

It didn't matter who leaned in first; all that matters now is your legs are wrapped around his waist as soon as you enter your house and his tongue dancing against yours, sending you through a toe-curling frenzy. Cal has a fist full of your hair as his lips move from your lips to your neck, moaning and licking against your skin. Your hands are eagerly stripping him while you also try to shimmy off your date outfit, Cal seeing your struggle helps you, of course, by practically ripping your clothes off you. You knew he was strong, but… damn.

Cal is nothing but tender as he bends you over, his nails dragging down the sides of your body, his lips kissing up your spine, making you rise to the tips of your toes. Cal's length pushes and rubs against your wet core, the tip teasing your entrance so much you cry, wanting to beg for more… but Cal won't keep you in suspense. Cal pushes into you with a groan, his hands holding tightly on your ass. Cal tries to keep his pace steady as he thrusts into you, but from his throbbing and moans of your name, it seems like he won't last, but Cal is so full of surprises…. As Cal continues his rutting, his cock stretching your walls taut, his tail coils around your thigh, and the tip moves to rub and flick against your clit, having you see stars. Cal's hands move up to your chest, twisting your nipples as he leans his weight on you, his tail moving faster… "Please… I want to feel you cum on me… "Cal, always so sweet…

Dammon

Part of him wishes he would have gone to the party outside the grove, but another part knows that if he went and saw you saying goodbye, it would sting all the more. Though now, as he sits polishing and packing up his wares, he's lamenting not having seen you one last time.

On the verge of self-loathing, he plucks a stiff drink from one of his packs; he had been saving it but might as well. From how things are looking, I think that special celebration might never come. Dammon tries to get comfortable on the creaking chair in his forge as he finally sits for the first time that day. Dammon has just pushed the bottle to his lips, taking a large swig when the sound of a soft "oh-" Catches him off guard. Surprised, Dammon moves his eyes to where he sees you, quickly hiding something behind your back when his eyes meet yours. He quickly stands, shocked by your presence, but as he moves the liquid from the bottle, it splashes over him, ruining his shirt.

"Dammon! Shit... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have snuck up on you!" Feeling guilty, you quickly come to Dammon's side, placing a bottle of wine and two goblets on the rickety table. Grabbing a spare rag, you start trying to clean him up, unaware that Dammon's eyes are glued to what you have brought to him. Had you brought all this to share with him? So you could spend time with him?

Dammon feels his heartbeat race, and suddenly, he's all too aware of how close you are to drying his shirt. Dammon looks down at you, hearing your worried mutters. This is your last night together, for him to show you exactly how much he cares for you and desires you, To finally have you, even for one night.

Dammon gently grabs your hand, pausing your drying. You go to protest but quickly silence yourself as Dammon slips off his shirt with zero hesitation. The grip you have on the rag tightens as you look over his firm abdomen and broad chest. Dammon has to hold his smile as he leans in closer, cupping your cheek, lifting your head to meet his dazzling eyes. "Don't worry about the shirt... just tell me why are you here? and what can I do for you?" Who knew what a simple question could lead to...

Half a bottle of I wine later and a small stroll to Dammons tent has led you to this beautiful moment, Dammons chest heaves and practically purrs as you spay your hands across his rigids sliding your hands up and down slowly as you grind down on his cock. His tail twists and coils around your hips, making you gasp and bounce more in excitement. The tip of his cock nudging against your cervix with every roll makes you gasp at the toe-twisting pleasure. "So beautiful... So perfect..." Dammon babbles as he squeezes you harder and harder. You don't know how you could ever part from him now, and Dammon vows to himself to hold you as tightly as he can before you two must part in the morning. You later promise to look for each other one day once you get to Baldur's Gate.

Rolan

You're driving him absolutely mad, yet you're not doing it purposely. Just your damn presents right now is all it's taking for him to get so worked up. Rolan feels his nails digging into the countertop as he watches you pick up tome after tome, flipping through the contents before placing it back. Normally, Rolan would walk over and criticize your meaningless browsing, but today, he can't risk moving from behind the front counter, or else you will see exactly how worked up he is from simply watching you. From how your back subtly arches when you reach towards the top shelf, must you always grab from the top self? How your hips sway, having his eyes linger on your tailless ass he's desperate to just squeeze. Then there's the curve of your breast he just wants to bite and tease… His cock, already painfully hard, throbs with the thought, making him groan, subtly palming himself. Then, as you approach him with that coy smile and intoxicating scent, he feels his throat dry, and the urge to just grab you and drown in you threatens to consume him. Usually, his rut is never this bad … but with you near … It's almost intolerable how needy he is… just steady breaths… and for god's sake, Rolan, don't just grab her. Practically batting your eyes you look up towards Rolan leaning on the sundries front counter. "Well, Rolan, I would criticize your customer service, but you have never been exactly friendly anyway." All Rolan manages to give you is a grunt as he busies himself with paperwork, not even meeting your eye.

You look at Rolan, confused. He usually banters back, but now he's ignoring you? What's his deal? With little effort, you lift yourself to sit on top of the counter, quickly earning you a glare from the wizard, though when he meets your face, his eyes seem to glaze over, and his lips just slightly parted. Then you see the sheen of sweat and the claw marks under his long nails. "Rolan? Are you alright?" leaning closer to his body, you hear him groan, and as you touch your hand to his flustered cheek, you feel how hot his skin is.

"You're burning up! Are you sick?" Rolan leans his head into your touch, feeling your cool skin instantly soothing him. Your scent intoxicates him with it so near, he feels foolish trying to avoid you, deep down he knows he never could …. "I… I need you… please I need you…" he mumbles as his hand comes to your knee, his face turning so his lips kiss your palms, and his eyes dilated and pleading. You feel your body grow hot …" Yes. Whatever you need…" with that confirmation, Rolan lets out a sigh of relief and takes you up toward the tower. He's desperate and needy, and you can't get enough; his lips and tongue haven't left your skin; his hands haven't stopped for a moment to strip you two bare, and you're enjoying every minute. From his growling moans to his soft, breathy whimpers, his desperation is perfect. Rolan's lips caress your skin as he goes lower and lower on your body, his fingers rubbing your nipples, trying desperately to earn every moan possible from you. His mouth is needy; he licks your skin, tastes you wanting so badly to lick on your wet cunt … but your voice is begging, "Fuck me, please, Rolan Fuck me… "Rolan smiles as he lays you down on the bed, dipping down to give a quick lick to your fluttering cunt, "I will … gods, but I need to taste you first… but don't worry… I can still fill you… "

As Rolan leans back down to your sex, swirling his tongue on your clit, he brings his tail up, teasing your tight cunt. Your eyes widen at the feeling of the appendage, and when you look down, you see Rolan watching you so intently as his mouth sucks and hums on your swollen pearl, his tail teasing further but only slightly putting in the tip before taking it out. Finally, as you reach down screaming for mercy, Rolan is stretching you out with his spaded tail. It's unlike anything you have felt before, and you selfishly grind your hips against his face, feeling him sink in his tail deeper; Rolans realizes he's not the only one feeling needy.

Zevlor

It's a typical night between you two, Zevlor and you, resting by the fire after a long day. You read from your respective books while you lay your head in his lap. Finally, you move your eyes away from the text to look up at your wonderful partner. Relishing in his steady breaths and smiling at how he wears his reading glasses low on his nose.

Zevlor must sense your staring before he moves his eyes down to you; as he sees your smiling face, he returns it, taking off his glasses. "And what are you smiling at, my dear?" You close your book, and he does the same, keeping his eyes on you. "I was just thinking how much you have changed." He tilts his head, "Oh? And how have I changed." You sit up to face him, placing your hands on his chest, "Well … One, you're way more relaxed, and I don't know. You seem softer." Zevlor lifts an eyebrow to you, "Softer? Hm … Do you enjoy my softness?" You giggle, giving Zevlor a quick kiss, "I enjoy every inch of you, though I am surprised I have never seen Commander Zevlor's side…" Zevlor sighs with a smile, "Those days are long past me…" Zevlor watches as your lips slightly peruse, and then he gets a thought; he quickly grabs your wrist, leaning in closer to you and studying your flushed cheeks.

"I could … show you a glimpse of that if you like?" He smirks, and you melt. Zevlor, wanting to show you more sides to himself, takes your hand and guides you to your bedroom; he has you in front of the bed. "Tell me to halt if I get too rough, dear." You delightfully bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together, "Yes, Commander… " Zevlor holds in his smile at your words that, when you say them goes straight to his cock. Zevlor straightens his posture and folds his hands behind his back, "Now stand straight, recruit or else. You don't want to disappoint your commanding officer, do you?" You want to lean into him, but you fight the urge, "Yes, commander," He leans into your ear, tracing your side slowly, "Now, strip down."

Without hesitating, you start to remove your clothes as Zevlor watches you with a cold gaze. His eyes are tracing over every curve of your delicate skin. He licks the back of his teeth, resisting the urge to bite and mark you; he must resist, for that will come later. He circles around you as your eyes beg for him to touch you and bend you over. Finally, he Stops in front of you, "Turn and bend over on the bed." he says flatly. Part of you is tempted to argue, but you hold it in and follow your Commander's orders. Your whole body feels hot as you bend over for him, your bare ass so exposed, you know at this angle he can surely see the slick dripping down from your core. "Hands behind your back." Doing as he says, you comply with your whole body shaking in temptation. As soon as you place your hands behind your back, Zevlors tail quickly coils around your wrist, bounding you, and once you're bound, he kicks your legs to spread apart, making more cold air breeze against your wetness, making you gasp and squirm.

"Do not move…" he commands as his thick fingers tease at your slit before moving to your clit. The urge to move your hips to selfishly feel more is overwhelming, so when you start to rock your body to feel his clawed fingers brushing your clit faster but you're halted with a sharp crack to your ass, making you yipe in pain. Two fingers plunge deeply into your cunt, causing your stomach to flutter and Zevlors tail to coil around your wrist tighter. "I told you not to move, rookie…" you can only moan in response as his fingers pump and curl in your slick walls, forcing you to fight the urge to fuck yourself on his hand. The Commander is very adamant about training.

[seagreenstardust]

Izuku spends the entirety of MHA showing and telling us that Katsuki is his most important person.

[frankenfossil]

Oh! I nearly forgot, but can I ask the significance of this panel?

It comes directly after Dee explains that he can’t come and see her from the future whenever he wants. (Which is one of my favorite moments where Dee’s true eldritch horror leaks in to the story), so I assume it’s… sort of a metaphor? How Emily finds herself at the foot of something she realizes is much, much bigger than she contemplated before?

(Also, I just wanted to compliment you for this panel)

(The first time I saw it, I imagined Dee was showing her this on purpose, time traveling from sometime the same day to really show her what it would be like. An object lesson.

The second time I saw it, I started to wonder

Because Dee himself doesn’t really look aware of what is going on behind him.

And maybe, just maybe, this one moment in time has become the only moment that Dee allows himself to come back to to see Emily, the one moment where he can get lost in the crowd with every other time he came back to look. The one moment where he’s explaining why he can’t come back.

Just… Makes me sad, and I wanted to say thank you for that too, because I love these characters and the story they tell, the sweet and bitter.)

Oh!!!

(Quick test of my ability to find which chapter stuff happens in)

I love your reading of that Uluru panel!! I think I probably didn’t intend anything that deep with it; these time skip montage style chapters are pretty choppy and I’m usually trying to figure out a way to touch on all these brief scenes or moments that I don’t want to spend a whole chapter on for whatever reason, and arrange them in a way where the cuts aren’t too hideously abrupt. For visual reasons I try to contrast different locations and not put 2 dialogue heavy moments directly next to each other. Mood wise, I don’t really want to cut from something serious and angsty to something that’s a complete backflip on that. I also sometimes just feel like drawing a nice landscape and hope it achieves my aims on these fronts haha.

I think also here I was trying to move from that final sentence, “The present is more than enough”, to demonstrating them appreciating having that present together - being able to go do cool and enriching stuff, something not completely mundane but not completely fantastical either. (I mean... sightseeing within your own country is extremely normal, but going to Uluru from Melbourne... not a convenient day trip, since it’s 2000km; 25 hour solid driving, or you can fly in a few hours but I think you have to go via Sydney, so that makes it take at least twice as long I guess. Not that it's specified how long they're there for. I haven’t been myself but I’d love to one day...)

So, yeah!! More of a mechanical/compositional rationale than an intentional metaphor, but I think your reading makes complete sense and actually improves the page! (Sometimes I do intend visual metaphors... but sometimes they’re just happy accidents.)

And thanks for the compliment re the crowd of Dees!! I also love the moments I can lean into his eldritch qualities... they’re sadly few and far between but maybe that helps them be more surprising?? Definitely your first reading was what I intended, that he zigzagged back pretty quickly, probably even from within the conversation, but there is an inherent ambiguity to Dee’s time travelling where unless I take pains to spell it out, there really is no way to know when he’s come from. Even if he can be assumed to be taking every interaction chronologically, there’s no knowing how much time has passed for him between each visit. I don’t even know how to estimate how long his experience of time is, when he’s zigzagging back so densely all the time; even the number of living things on Earth any moment is an incomprehensibly mind-boggling number. That eldritch horror again!

Truth be told I hadn’t thought of him coming back to this moment and blending in with the crowd for the rest of the future ;_; but that’s so real... he could well be, the sad sack...

I had a different sillier thought from slightly misreading your question on first pass, which is that maybe he doesn’t originally know what’s going on behind him, but then later on as he’s just going about his business he goes “oh I know exactly how to punctuate that thing I said earlier!!!” and then does it as an afterthought. Oh to have the ability to add the things you wish you’d said to an earlier conversation 😂

[allamericanb-tch]

that one scene in gravity falls where stan tells ford mabel and dipper are their younger brothers grandkids. the one scene we see shermie, he is a baby while stan and ford are around 18-19 and we’re just going to say the year is 1970 (or sometime around there). 20 years later (1990) shermie would be 20, and NINE YEARS LATER (1999) dipper and mabel are born. in 2012 (when the show takes place), shermie would be about 40, and he has two 13 year old grandkids ???

[themidnightcircusshow]

@heartofstanding tagged me in this meme months ago and unfortunately it took me this long to get to it because I had a mild crisis over how long it's been since I've read a novel, let alone one that I loved 😅 so this is nine of my favourite novels (not books, because if I included manga/short stories/comics/etc this would be giant)

0The Picture of Dorian Gray -- Oscar Wilde// Pyrrhus-- Mark Merlis//The Scarecrow--Ronald Hugh Morrieson//Unnatural History--Kate Osman//Tunnels of Blood--Darren Shan//The Coffin Dancer--Jeffery Deaver//Hero--Perry Moore//Frankenstein--Mary Shelley//One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest-- Ken Kasey

[explode-this]

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[ncytiri]

how are ppl still talking about oppenheimer so incorrectly.

[espytalks]

ya know, the only reason i prioritize streaming services is cause i'm 99% out of the loop when it comes to alternative sites, and the one time i asked a friend about a torrent site i got a virus from it, so even though it's been like 8 years (i don't even talk to that friend anymore. he left this hellsite a few years ago) i'm still kinda scared of just going on to some rando site just cause i want to finish watching a show i never finished, ya know? At least i can feel pretty sure that if it's on an official site, its safe.

[coredrill]

feliz jueves i was fucking right

[tardis--dreams]

I think it says nothing about me that 98% of my favorite characters are the ones who absolutely do not trust anyone, always consider how bad people can be, rather than how good they can be. The ones who cannot read social cues well, and for whom intimacy, trust, and being comfortable around people is a foreign concept. The ones with childhood trauma who learned to adapt to a world where nothing could be considered to be save and no one could be considered to be trustworthy. The ones who never show their true emotions but if they do they do so violently breaking down. The ones who get treated as outcasts and have accepted this role.

But like i said. That says nothing about me as a person

[6mayhem]

anyway i need to hang out with my brother again he is the one person who i am pretty sure knows literally everything about me so he's the only person i trust that i can absolutely not disappoint. nothing i can do could be worse than the sum of everything i've been doing to that poor man (and him to me) the past 19 years

[foolish-edworm]

i was watching the intros of a bunch of shows i watched as a kid and when i got to dora the explorer — the style of the show is like,, cd-rom/point and click adventure ⁉️⁉️⁉️ like the intro literally starts with a real life room before it pans to a computer with dora in it WHAT

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ’ early morning moments with skz !

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff! jisung's a tiny bit suggestive

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: since i've done late night moments with them, i think it's only fitting i write this as well! enjoyy <33 pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or leaving a comment <3 (inspired by some of these prompts <3)

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧

You’ve been awake for a while now, snuggling and holding each other close as half of your body was on top of your boyfriend’s, almost latching onto him like a koala bear without shame. And he didn’t mind, Chan never did, content with being glued to you in every situation, hugging you so tightly like he wanted you to morph into one, the same entity kept alive by the beating of a singular heart.

“You fell asleep in the first 20 minutes of the movie last night.” You whisper, drawing random shapes on his exposed pecs, laying in the crook of his neck. Chan makes an apologetic sound before he’s interrupted by a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and letting one fall to curl around your middle. “Sorry, baby. I guess I was pretty tired.”

Tired is an understatement, and you laugh, lazily reaching for your phone on the nightstand to show him exactly what you’re talking about, with him tugging you right back to his chest when you stretch too far. There is a picture of Chan, sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring away while the movie he’s been begging you to watch together was rolling in the background.

The laugh he lets out is quieter than usual, the remains of sleep obvious in his half-closed eyes and deeper voice. “Damn, I was out like a light.”

You continue cuddling for a while before agreeing it’s time to start your day, reluctantly separating and sitting up at the end of the bed, adopting the same stance.

He’s still mumbling about something when you notice his hair sticking out in every direction, reaching out to tame the curls before stealing a kiss which only makes your boyfriend want another, and another until twenty minutes have passed and you’re still in bed, snuggling and making out like the world outside your bedroom did not exist.

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧

“Minho.” You whisper, tossing and turning under the blanket to face him, peering at his sleeping face. Your boyfriend was on his back, resting peacefully, unaware of the godly beauty he possessed, one people would surely go to war for, chest rising and falling rhythmically.

He doesn’t respond so, you try again. “Minho!” this time, he scrunches his nose cutely and rolls over, away from you and your antics he was too tired to be a victim of this early in the morning.

“Minho, are you awake yet?” You know what they say, third time is the charm because your boyfriend responds instantly, voice loud and clear, the opposite of your soft tone which takes you by complete surprise. “No.”

“Oh, okay.” you whisper, feeling bad for disturbing him. “Sorry.” you almost turn on your side and succumb to slumber before it hits you. Without warning, you swing a leg over his torso before rolling yourself over him to land on the other side of the bed, ignoring all his groans in protest.

“Liar!” You’re nose to nose now and Minho barely gets to open his eyes before you push his shoulder, causing him to fall on his back as you climb to straddle him. You waste no time leaning down and connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. As much as he wanted to complain, Minho couldn’t help but smile against your lips, body melting into the mattress while one of his veiny hands moved to rest on your exposed thigh, needing to feel more of you.

He should lie more often if this is the reward he gets.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧

“Binnie.” You’re gentle as you brush curly hair strands from his forehead, smiling when he instantly leans into your touch. “My love, I know you’re awake.”

“Then you should also know I hate waking up to an empty bed.” He pouts, eyes still closed stubbornly. With the same fond smile, you roll your eyes, hand dropping down to slowly trace his every feature, knowing he could never resist you.

“I had a good cause, I promise.” When he doesn’t budge, you reach for the tray on the nightstand and place it across his lap, over the blanket, careful his smoothie doesn’t spill over. “I made breakfast.”

Just like magic, his eyes snap open and he sits up so quickly you wonder if he got whiplash that was instantly cured by the smell of his favorite breakfast. His eyes sparkle as his gaze moves back and forth from the tray to you, so touched and grateful as he takes it all in, noticing the effort you put in so early in the morning just to cook a feast and surprise him with breakfast in bed. Nobody’s ever done something like this for him, love him so deeply and openly. Is this what being the luckiest man in the world felt like?

“I love you.” The words stumble out without second thought, eyes misty, forgetting all about being upset and giving you attitude. When you laugh, he does too, carefully leaning over the food to kiss you, the love of his life that adored him in the exact same way he adored you.

Love is the greatest gift he’s ever received and as selfish as it sounds, Changbin hopes you’ll continue loving him this way for the rest of your shared lives, that you’ll always remain by his side. He promises to continue eating your cooking even when you’re both old and grey, impaired taste and all.

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧

The early hours of the morning found you in the arms of your beloved, sleeping away, undisturbed by the outside world and its people who were already hurrying around to get to work on time. You won’t be joining them today, nor will the man whose warmth was currently engulfing you whole, creating a safe love bubble you never wanted to burst.

Your face was buried in his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving with each breath he took, his heartbeat rocking you to sleep every time your eyes opened to check the time. Old habits die hard, but Hyunjin always manages to calm your racing mind even from dreamland.

Half an hour later, when the sun starts to peek through the drawn curtains, you’re awakened by tiny paws jumping on the bed, breathing and barking loudly. So much for sleeping in. Hyunjin’s eyes open with a smile, arms tightening their hold on your middle as he brings you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head while squeezing tightly. Morning cuddles were a must, even if your boyfriend’s other baby was too impatient to be let out to allow you to enjoy them to the fullest. 

“Good morning, love.” He greets you with a kiss, lingering there for the briefest moment before finally tearing himself from you, giggling down the hallway as he quickly goes to allow Kkami on the terrace.

He comes back rambling about something that happened at a schedule the other day, blinking the sleep away as he hands you a water bottle, yawning here and there. Unfortunately for him, you’re not listening, too distracted by the way his plump lips move and his husky voice, the words going in one ear and out the other as your inner monologue takes over.

“Your morning voice is so hot.” Hyunjin stops mid-sentence, momentarily taken aback before he bursts out laughing, dramatically collapsing back into bed and reaching for your hand to hold. “What?”

You nod, now sitting up against the headboard, eyes still zoned in on his pink and wet lips, enthralled. “Tell me more, baby. What did Chan do?” “He wasn’t even there!” See, not paying attention at all. But who could blame you when your boyfriend couldn’t take the hint and finally kiss you again?

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧

“I had a dream about you.” Jisung perks up from his place on your chest, the TV running idly in the background, showing a random cartoon. “Was I hot?” “You cheated on me.”

He gasps dramatically but doesn’t move, too comfortable as you continue running your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. “Asshole move, dream me. Off with his head!.” 

You chuckle, kissing the top of his head and turning into a puddle once he begins leaving wet kisses on your neck, apologizing or most likely trying to distract you from how he’s been acting in your dream. It was working, because you lost your train of thought a couple of times before managing to speak again, eyes fluttering shut.

“You were very mean, actually.” Jisung hums against your neck, licking the skin before his kisses move downwards, to your collarbones, warm hands holding you down by the waist, touch burning pleasantly through your thin clothing.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He props his head up, chin resting right above your chest as his eyes bore into yours with a familiar intensity. “Please let me make it up for you.”

That’s what he says but ten minutes into making out and caressing each other’s bodies, his head falls tiredly to his previous place on your chest and you’re both out like a light, the warmth and cloudy weather of the early morning casting the spell of sleep on your forms and trapping you in bed for another three hours.

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧

You were not a morning person, it was a well-known fact by everyone in your life. Especially by your boyfriend who usually stayed up to keep you company, talking the hours away and giggling under the blankets until you both passed out just as the moon was retiring for the day.

So, you’re more than perplexed when one very early morning, you feel a warm hand caressing your cheek, followed by soft lips peppering feather-like kisses on every inch of your face, coaxing you awake.

“Baby,” his deep voice calls, barely above a whisper to not scare you, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth this time, “wake up, angel.”

You make a face, eyes still closed in protest and make to turn over, away from him until you feel the bed dip and his hand in your hair, massaging the scalp gently. Was Felix trying to wake you up or lull you back to sleep? Pretty sure he was just as confused.

When he leans down again, hovering over your face, your arms spring up and lock at the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down and bumping your noses together. You see his eyes widen, inhaling sharply as he realizes what you’re about to do and dodges your kiss last second, lips landing on his cheekbone instead.

Groggy and grumpy from being woken up this early, you pout, relaxing under his weight as his chest presses yours down. “Kiss me!” Felix chuckles and shakes his head, hands on either side of your head holding him up. “Not until you wake up and join me in the kitchen.” Once he sees you shake your own head and move to try and kiss him again, he adds. “I have a surprise!”

Now why didn’t he say so from the beginning? You release him but he doesn’t move away immediately, smiling from ear to ear before kissing your forehead and scooping you out of bed in one swift movement, strong arms under your knees as he giggles and jogs towards the kitchen, face brightening up when a smile finally graces your features.   

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧

Every single morning, Seungmin was the first to wake up without fail, reaching for you to bring your body to his chest and cuddle until you also did, just laying there since he never wanted you to wake up alone. 

That’s why when you woke up earlier than usual, with his chin resting on your shoulder and hot breath hitting your cheek, you didn’t hesitate to move around and bring the blanket further up your bodies, making sure you were both covered and comfortable among the many pillows.

“Your feet are cold.” But Seungmin doesn’t respond, legs intertwined and body still glued to yours like he never wanted to let go, couldn’t. You sneak a glance over your shoulder and find his eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing the top of his cheeks as he rested, sleeping deeply. For the first time since you’ve known him, Seungmin didn’t smile in greeting as you woke up, still sleeping soundly like it was the most normal thing in the world.

It felt a bit strange, but your heart only grew as you watched him, admiring his side profile and the peaceful look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows absent as dreamland took care of him.

You never got the chance to do this, wake up first and let your thoughts run wild as you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, love pouring out at a dangerous pace, threatening to suffocate him at any moment. Not like Seungmin would mind, adoring you too much to not allow you to do whatever you pleased.

As careful as you can be, one of your hands trails down and intertwines your fingers, gently bringing your connected hands to your chest as you curl further into him, content with getting more cuddle time, loving every single moment.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” You mumble into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to hide from the obnoxious sunlight that is threatening to take your lover away with the start of a new day.

Jeongin laughs, incredulous. “No way! I’ve had countless roommates and none of them have ever complained about me randomly rambling in my sleep.” He headbutts you affectionately, almost like a cat, and snuggles closer, also bothered by the sun but too lazy to get up and close the curtains he forgot about last night.

“I’m not complaining.” Looking up, you share a breath as you move to plant a small kiss on his nose, smiling when it scrunches up in fake annoyance, knowing your boyfriend loved morning cuddles as much as you did. “I actually think it’s kind of endearing.”

He rolls his eyes, big hand drawing circles on your back under the blanket, soothing you in an attempt to get you both to fall back asleep. Mornings were not his thing, and he really didn’t want to leave you, clingier than usual. The bed was so warm, and you were so soft and smelt so good, how could he ever think about leaving? Not like he’d ever admit it out loud.

“What did I say?” He chooses to entertain you, stretching his whole body before bringing the blanket over your heads and moving his arms to hug you, turning on his side so you’re face to face. You pause, momentarily mesmerized by his beauty, messy hair and puffy eyes only making him look even more adorable in your eyes. Tracing his bottom lip, he puckers them to gently kiss your finger. “I don’t know, I don’t speak gibberish.”

He groans, regretting he asked and hiding his face in his pillow. “You also snore.” “I do not!”