#jas junk

[sweetiecutie]

Part one: uniform kink~ 🩷Kinktober masterlist🩷

Pairing: König x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, my cranky German, strong language, I’d slurp him right up fr

It wasn’t often that you came to visit your husband on the base - König didn’t really want to show you around his colleges, much rather keeping his private life a secret. The way here was long and tedious - three hours by car just to get to the base - just as much to get back home, but it was always worth it. The moment you entered the privacy of Colonel’s office you were swept right off your feet and sat on top of his working desk - one big hand shoved the hem of your pretty dress up, sliding pink lace of your underwear to the side, calloused fingers toying with cute little button of your swollen clit.

Being away from home, away from you and your sweet cunt, always made König frustrated and needy. He barely undid a zipper of his khaki cargo pants, tucking his throbbing cock out through the slit in his boxers. Using your spit as lube and smearing it all over his length König slid right into your welcoming warmth, his blue eyes rolling at the blissful feeling of your silky walls wrapping around throbbing length.

König was still fully dressed, even his belt was still in place, resting snugly around his torso - numerous pockets attached to it were full of different junk, pair of tactical gloves hanging from the hook at his side, flopping in tandem with each of his thrusts. His hood was long discarded so it didn’t get in the way, plain black cotton of balaclava was wrapped snugly around König’s head, concealed most of his face. But your eyes were transfixed onto his - heavy lidded with pleasure, staring lazily down at you - the only feature of his face visible.

You could see bulky strong muscles rippling repeatedly under the black long sleeve compression shirt König wore - his massive arms and pecs flexing and relaxing with each thrust, the shitty lightning in his office only added structure to his massive built, accentuating it with dark shadows. Harsh pace of his thrusts was making your eyes water, thick thumb on your clit not once stopping abusing it, forcing thick pleasure onto your pliant frame.

- Kleine Schlampe, du magst diesen Schwanz wirklich, ja?* - König growled, his voice hoarse and deep, a mocking edge to his tone. You just managed to mewl out something incoherent in reply, your cunt clenching his dick tighter at the sound of German, making man hiss under his breath. He threw his head back, revealing a delicious-looking snippet of pale skin sitting right under the hem of balaclava. - Fuuuck, missed this pussy so much baby, my hand will never fucking compete.

Your shaky hand flew up to your lips, trying hard to make as little noice as you possibly could - dense cotton of König’s pants subdued the sound of his hips colliding with your bare ass.

- Fucking a Colonel right in his office… But you really don’t care, huh? - he said, by the way his eyes crinkled slightly you could tell that he was smirking. - All you can think about is having this dick buried deep inside you. But don’t worry Liebe*, I’ll make it up for you, for leaving this desperate cunt all alone. Spread your legs wider for me and try not to make much more noise.

And even though leaving your husband for god knows how long was hard, doing so on shaky giving out legs was even harder so💔

Translation:

*little slut, you really like this dick, yes?

*love

[bamfkeeper]

Sub.

RQ: 'Hi! I've absolutely adored your work so far! Is there a chance you're up for more gender neutral dom reader, dom/sub, bondage and punishment type beat similar to the previous with Kurt? That type of thing is so hard to come across.' - Anon RQ 2: 'i NEED more sub Kurt getting dicked down (UR BLOG IS AWESOME!! Most in character kurt EVER)' - @wheezyth3dem0n

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader (reader's junk either organic or silicone depending on your preference.)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Smut | dom!reader/sub!kurt, light BDSM, bondage, dom/sub dynamics, some impact play, anal play/anal sex.

A/N: Haven't written nsfw in a minute, most of my focus has been on sfw stuff. But I'm a sucker for sub!Kurt. I don't see a lot of it or read many fics of it so I'm happy to contribute. These requests were from two different blogs, but were similar enough that I combined them together. Not proofread ignore mistakes. WC: 3.3k

"Ready?" You asked him softly, holding up a long silk ribbon for Kurt to see. He looked at the red silk and he nodded slowly, shifting on the bed and sitting up more to face you properly.

"Ja, I am ready..." he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He remained motionless for a brief moment, his body tense with anticipation. Then, slowly, he turned his gaze towards you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and obedience. "How should I position myself?" he inquired, his tone laced with a hint of eagerness, clearly awaiting your guidance.

You couldn't help but let out a low, appreciative hum in response. He was always so compliant, so eager to please, constantly seeking your direction. You liked him this way…so easy to mold. A familiar thrill of excitement coursed through your body, settling in the pit of your stomach. His yellow eyes, reminiscent of a cat's in the darkness, emitted a faint, ethereal glow in the dimly lit room. Those eyes, wide and filled with an innocent sweetness, looked up at you trustingly, seemingly oblivious to the intense situation that was about to unfold. The juxtaposition of his apparent naivety and the looming events sent a shiver down your spine, further heightening your anticipation.

You circled him slowly, savoring the palpable aura of submission emanating from his form. With each step, you felt your authority over him grow stronger, an intoxicating sensation that coursed through your veins. The power dynamic between you was unmistakable, and you reveled in it. He squirmed uncomfortably on the floor, his movements betraying a mix of anticipation and trepidation. As you completed your circuit, rounding to stand before him once more, his eyes flickered upwards, meeting yours for a brief, charged moment before dropping submissively.

"Now, let's see..." you mused aloud, your voice a silky purr that seemed to caress the air between you. "I think some rope will add a delightful element to our little scene. Red rope, to be precise." A slow, predatory smile curved your lips as you considered the visual. "It will look so good against that exquisite blue skin of yours, don't you think, my dear?" The words rolled off your tongue with deliberate sensuality, each syllable dripping with promise. Your tone alone was enough to elicit a reaction from Kurt, who struggled valiantly to suppress a soft, needy whine that threatened to escape his throat.

You carefully take the velveteen rope, a thoughtful purchase you made to ensure it wouldn't cause any discomfort or harm to his delicate skin, you knew how painful and uncomfortable rope burns were, especially for Kurt and his fuzzy skin. The soft, plush texture of the rope feels luxurious between your fingers as you turn towards him, your eyes meeting his with a mix of anticipation and tenderness. "Now," you say, your voice low and gentle, "I need your wrists, please."

Kurt's gaze meets yours, a flicker of trust and excitement dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he extends his arms, offering his wrists to you. You notice the slight twitch of his tail, nervous energy coursing through him. It's a beautiful blend of anxiety and eagerness that you recognize and appreciate during your intimate moments together.

As you begin to wrap the soft rope around his wrists, you're acutely aware of the weight of his trust in you. The responsibility of his vulnerability isn't lost on you, and you take a moment to offer a reassuring smile. "You're doing wonderfully," you murmur, your fingers working deftly yet gently with the rope. "Remember, we can stop at any time if you need to."

You understand, perhaps better than most, the profound level of trust required for these moments. It's not just about the physical act, but the emotional connection, the willingness to be completely open and exposed to another person. As you secure the final knot, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of this trust, the depth of the connection you share with Kurt.

He raises his gaze to meet yours, his arms slowly descending to rest in front of him. You maintain a deliberate silence, allowing him the opportunity to acclimate to the sensation of the rope against his skin. Your keen eyes scan his form, searching for any subtle indications - a twitch of muscle, a flicker of expression - that might betray discomfort or unease beneath his composed exterior. However, Kurt's demeanor remains steady, his body language conveying a sense of calm acceptance.

After a moment of quiet assessment, he lifts his head once more, his eyes locking with yours. His voice, when it comes, is steady and tinged with a hint of curiosity as he poses the question, "What now?"

"Now..." you whispered, your voice a soft caress against the silence, "I want you to sit very still for me, like a good boy." Your words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises. You held his jaw in a grip that was both gentle and firm, a delicate balance of tenderness and control. Slowly, deliberately, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you until your lips were mere millimeters from his skin. With care, you allowed them to graze over the bridge of his nose, a feather-light touch that sent electricity coursing through both of you.

The contact, brief as it was, seemed to ignite something primal within Kurt. A visible shiver ran through his body, starting from where your lips had touched and rippling outwards like waves on a pond. His tail now thrashed wildly behind him, betraying the intensity of his emotions. You watched as his throat worked, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, clearly struggling to maintain his composure under your intense gaze and touch.

"I want you to move to the bed for me," you cooed softly, your voice a gentle caress in the quiet room. "Lay on your belly, and keep that beautiful tail of yours to the side." Your words were a tender command, filled with both authority and care. He was in a complete haze by now, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. His bright eyes, usually so alert and focused, were now foggy with desire and submission. A soft whine escaped his lips, a sound that was both vulnerable and eager.

With visible effort, he managed to get to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate as he obeyed your command. Each step towards the bed seemed to take an eternity, his body responding to your will rather than his own. He laid down on the bed, his body sinking into the soft sheets. His arms extended in front of him, creating a long, elegant line from his shoulders to his fingertips. The red rope that bound his wrists together stood out in stark contrast against his skin as you said it would, beautiful red swirls wrapping tightly yet tenderly around his indigo skin.

"That's it... I want your tail to be kept to the side at all times, understand? No exceptions, no matter what happens," you spoke authoritatively as you stood behind him, your eyes meticulously raking over his form in this vulnerable position. Your gaze lingered on the curve of his spine, the tension in his muscles, and the way his tail twitched involuntarily under your scrutiny.

"Ja..." he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper and almost caught in his throat. The single word hung in the air, laden with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. His tail twitched again, more pronounced this time, the end curling slightly as he exerted visible effort to keep it off to the side as instructed. The thin, velvety fur along its length bristled slightly at your command.

You began with a gentle touch, your fingers delicately threading through the soft strands at the nape of his neck. With deliberate slowness, you initiated a trail of tender kisses, starting from the sensitive skin just below his ear. Your lips traced a path across the expanse of his neck, each kiss like a gentle whisper.

As your ministrations continued, you gradually moved downward, your lips exploring the contours of his body. You paused momentarily at his shoulder blades, pressing soft kisses against the taut muscles there. Then, with meticulous attention, you traced the line of his spine with your fingertip, your lips following the gentle curve of each vertebra.

Throughout your loving exploration, Kurt's reactions were a beautiful symphony to your ears, a slow building one that you would for sure hear more of shortly. Soft whines escaped his lips, intermingling with gentle moans that resonated in the quiet room. His body trembled slightly beneath your touch, clearly eager for more.

You moved down to the round of his ass and rubbed over the muscles there, sighing as you felt him relax under your touch. Gently, you spread him lightly, looking at his pretty purple hole, teasingly pulsing as it flirted with you. "As much as I'd love to just push inside, I know how much you love to play first." You stood up fully and went to your bedside table, grabbing a handful of items.

When you came back to his side, you placed the items along the bed. There was a bottle of lube amongst the toys you had, your hand found the clear bottle and you squeezed some out onto your fingers. "This will be cold," your fingers brushed his hole, making Kurt tense up at the sensation.

"Aah..." he sighed, his body shuddered, "It is...cold." There was a chuckle in his voice, a hint of shyness in it too. He was twitching slightly as your fingers slowly worked into him, the lube aiding you as your fingers gently moved in and out of him. He was tense at first, but as your fingers pumped in and out, you could feel the tight muscle begin to relax.

"Doing okay so far?" You slowly inserted a third finger into him, earning a gasp and soft moan from Kurt in response. He shivered and nodded, "Uh-huh...ja. Gut." He swallowed thickly and he pushed back against your fingers, gaining more confidence as there was no discomfort. "I'm ready for more," he rasped to you, turning enough so he could see your face.

Kurt was flushed, the German squirming with your fingers inside him, he clearly wanted more and he was getting a bit greedy. You pulled your fingers out of him, a slick pop sounded as you did so, his hole throbbed at the absence of your digits.

"Don't whine too much, I'll be filling you up in just a moment. For now...let's just put this here." At your words, Kurt felt a cold sensation on his hole again, though it was firmer than your fingers and more round. As you pushed the plug into him, he felt his ass stretch around the bulb before it settled inside. He moaned out once it was placed in him, his cock was leaking heavily with arousal and staining the sheets below him.

"Good boy, Kurt." You praised, leaning and kissing his tailbone. "I'm going to need you to slicken me up too, so get on your knees for me, baby..." your voice sounded so sweet and hypnotic in his ears, his body followed automatically. He knelt in front of you, looking up as you held your cock in your hand, slowly stroking it. "Suck...get me nice and prepared for you."

His half-lidded eyes blinked slowly at your dick, his tongue came to wet his lips before he scooted closer to you. The flick of his tail behind him showed his raised nerves, his excitement, and he carefully took you in his mouth. He had to be careful, his fangs made giving blowjobs a bit tricky, but he learned.

The first movements were slow, he gave gentle sucks with each bob of his head, taking more into his throat until he was practically deepthroating you without any visible struggle. You let out a soft moan at the raunchy display, fingers tangling in his curly hair and guiding him. "You're filthy," you managed, gently moving your hips forward as his mouth remained on you, throat open to your shallow thrusts and allowing the tip to slide past his tongue and deeper against the flesh of his throat.

He really got into it, sucking hard and eagerly, making you grunt and moan back at him, he got you nice and sloppy, the light fuzz on his face and chin were coated in his saliva as he pulled off you to breathe. "Aah..." he panted, one of his bound hands awkwardly stroking you while his hot breath kept your head warm. "I want it now." He drooled on you, swallowing thickly, his gaze needy.

"So soon? I was hoping to tease you some more baby..." You looked down and tilted your head, "But I see you're a little impatient. Alright...I'll give you what you want. On the bed again. Lay on your belly...just like that, good boy." You guided him to lay down, talking to him the whole time. His tail obediently moved to the side, that pretty muscle on the underside flexing lightly as your thumb ran up it.

"Aah...bitte..."

"Patience..." You chuckled down at him, reaching for the plug and slowly pulling it out of the tight muscle. Damn...he was still so tight. He was going to feel incredible.

You took the time to spread more lube on him just to help, and you positioned your head at his hole. You felt the muscle tightening around the tip, your breath came out sharply as you pushed inside. There was still some resistance, but overall you slid in easy. Kurt mewled feeling you enter his ass, his face deep violet as he squirmed his hips.

"Bitte, move," he whined, clearly a little impatient. You smirked and held his narrow hips, giving him a quick pop on the ass. He gasped as his tail flicked sharply, his hole clenched around you and he whimpered. "I-I said bitte!" He added, as if it were going to entice you.

"I know you did, baby...I'll move for you, you've been so good for me tonight." You praised and ran your hands up and down his back once, a slow and soothing motion before you began to move inside him, your hips pulling and pushing your cock. The thrusts were deliberate and careful, just in case there was any pain there, but you soon realized he didn't feel any discomfort so you picked up the pace.

Kurt groaned as he felt the muscles in his as stretch, it was such a delicious burn, it was dull but enough to make him feel like he was throbbing. His cock bounced, hitting his abdomen with every thrust you gave to him, the poor head inflamed and leaking heavy bits of precum, the thick beads falling to the sheets and creating a web of arousal from his fuzzy belly to his tip with each swing.

You held his hips tight as you fucked him harder and with increased vigor, knowing he was approaching his orgasm soon, you had been thrusting into him for a few minutes now and the way he tightened around your cock and cried for you told you enough. You gave his ass another light spank, earning you a delightful moan. "Does that feel good? Do you like being spanked? I would've never guessed...you're secretly a little deviant aren't you?" You teased, another spank, and another. None of them were hard, but enough to leave a little sting.

"You gonna cum baby? I feel you...you're moving a lot more, chasing that high aren't you?" You teased in his ear, leaning over him while you kept his hips still so your thrusts felt deeper inside him. You angled his body ever so slightly, finally finding that pesky spot. That sweet, electric spot that hid from you, now exposed to your head as you hit the spongy flesh every time. Kurt cried out in pleasure as you continued to stimulate his prostate, you swore you heard him begging within the choir of moans and cries he gave you. "Aa..ach! Don't stop! Bitte, bitte...! So gut..."

He couldn't hold himself back, and he let out the sweetest broken mewl as he came, his cock swollen as thick ropes of white shot from him. They coated his abdomen and chest, some on the blankets below him, a strand hit his face. He accidentally hit you with his tail as the thing thrashed around wildly, and you had to grab hold of it before he hit you again. You felt your body respond to him and you too reached your release with a sudden burst of rapid energy.

Your hips stilled and you both took deep breaths, recovering from your passions. He was spent, laying in his mess as his legs gave out from below him, no that he seemed to care at the moment. Your hands grasped his ass, spreading him as you slowly pulled out of his greedy hole, the sweet thing now slightly swollen and more purple than before. "Pretty boy...you did so good..." You praised, kissing his spine and laying beside him.

The stickiness of the bed made you cringe slightly, but you pushed that discomfort aside, your presence to him was what mattered most right now. With deliberate care, you gently reached for his arms, your fingers working meticulously to unbind the ruby rope that had held him. As you worked, you hummed softly and spoke in a tender, reassuring tone to poor, exhausted Kurt. "That's it, sweetheart... we're almost done," you cooed to calm his nerves and help him through the daze. He let out a soft, appreciative whine in response to you, the sound tugging at your heartstrings, knowing he felt completely spent.

As the last of the rope fell away, you discarded it without a second thought, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Your attention remained wholly focused on him, your fingers returning to his skin. You began to gently massage the areas where the rope had been, your touch both comforting and therapeutic. The careful pressure of your fingertips worked to soothe any lingering discomfort and restore circulation to his arms.

He instinctively gravitated towards you, nestling himself more snugly against your side as if seeking refuge in your warmth. A deep, contented sigh escaped his lips as your gentle ministrations continued, you could feel the tension that had been coiled tightly within his body begin to dissipate, like ice melting under the tender caress of spring sunshine. His muscles gradually relaxed under your soothing touch.

"D-danke..." he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His head shifted slightly, angling to look at you more directly. His eyes held a vulnerable softness that spoke volumes, one only you got to see after being so intimate. "Feels... wunderbar," he murmured, his German accent more pronounced in his relaxed state. "Bitte... don't stop."

"Okay...but in a minute, we need to get you to the shower..." You smiled tenderly at his behavior, observing how sleepy and dazed he appeared. His vulnerability in this moment only strengthened your resolve to care for him, a task you were more than happy to undertake. It was your responsibility and you felt joyous that he trusted you enough to allow himself to be this way with you.

You helped him settle into a more comfortable position. He responded with a drowsy nod, his body relaxing under your attentive touch. As he got comfy, you continued your ministrations, your fingers working methodically to massage his arms and the areas where the ropes had been intricately wrapped around his skin. The intricate patterns left by the ropes were still visible, you hadn’t realized the complexity of the bondage, but you were pleased to note that the skin remained unbroken.

You knew you needed to get up to wash him off of all the sticky cum and sweat, but...looking down at how sweet he was curled up against you made you hesitate from moving right then. You sighed internally, playing with his curly hair and scratching his scalp.

Well...five more minutes wouldn't hurt.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover Images: Pinterest, X-Men '97

[abilouwrites]

“I NEED MY GIRLFRIEND”

My baby Nico my poor baby 🥲🥲🥲

(Throw back to when neeks got hit in the junk:| )

I flinch against my seat as I watch Nico go down, “that was a dirty shot” I tell Emma as she nods, “am I allowed to go see if he’s ok?”

“Yea, comon- I’ll take you to him” She says taking my hand and leading me to the lockers. Nico is laying on the ground with an ice pack on his junk, “I’m gonna go save our seats” she tells me brushing her short blonde hair behind her ears and closing the door.

“Hi handsome” I whisper softly as I go and sit next to him

“Can I put my head on your lap?” He asks sheepishly and I nod and he moves to put his head on my thighs, “that really hurt” he groans out.

“I know baby; do you want some pain killers?” I ask him, threading my fingers through his hair

“No, I can’t. Unfair advantage or something like that. I’d be benched for the rest of the game” he defeatedly sighs rolling slightly and burying his head in my thighs

“Bubs maybe you should. You seem like you’re in pain” I tell him; shrugging softly. He sighs against my skin

“Maybe, but I should also go to a doctor probably”

“Yes. You should”

Driving Nico home after he goes to the doctor is always fun; because he’s either really happy or sometimes. Like today really high. He didn’t go in-depth about what they had to do and I’m a little nervous.

He’s all giggly then suddenly turns nervous like a train wreck, “would you leave me if I can’t have kids?” He asks. Leaning against the head rest, “can we get McDonald’s”

I sigh and tap my fingers against the steering wheel; not sure how I want to answer those questions, “sure baby. Let’s just go home and we can order something” I rub his shoulder and squeeze softly

He stares at me with those big eyes and nods slowly, blinking slowly like a reptile. I let him lean on me as I unlock the door and move him into the kitchen, “bed or sofa?”

“Bed”

And so we march our way to the bedroom, “bathroom?” I ask him and he shakes is head in a no. Laying back down on our bed.

“Can I get an ice pack for my balls?” He asks rubbing his eyes and I put a blanket on him, “pretty please”

“Sure baby, how about some pain killers?”

“Please and thank you” he slurs slightly nodding off. I come back and find him asleep, mostly.

“Neeks, Neeks baby” I whisper, gently shaking his shoulder

“Ja, meine Frau?” He murmurs softly rolling his head over to face me.

“Ice”

He doesn’t say thank you, but nods and tugs at my arm, “I want my girlfriend”

“I know sweetie, I’m here”

He lets me lay with him as he starts to fall asleep, his hand wraps around my back, “that was a mean move”

“It was”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

[rebootgrimm]

How would each Bachelor help you when you’re on your period? This has been brought to you by mod, who is suffering from their period

Harvey

As a doctor, he knows what it is and how to help.

He asks you if you need anything and gets whatever it is.

Ibuprofen? There’s some in the cabinet and he’s getting you some water with it. It’s out? He can get some more from his shop. Heating pad? He probably has one somewhere. Need more pads? He’s buying you some with wings. Need tampons? He’s buying you those too.

He’s 100% making sure you hydrate the whole day. Water helps a lot.

He’ll get you chocolate (or whatever else you might want), but not too much where it’s unhealthy.

Sam

This man does NOT know what to do, so he asks Jodi for help.

After he figures it out, though, he buys you as much chocolate and soda as he can carry.

He can’t cook, so if you want a home cooked meal he’s either asking Jodi to do it, or ordering from Gus.

If you want cuddles then the two of you are cuddling and watching cartoons all day.

Sam does do his best to take care of the farm if you can’t. It isn’t perfect, but he’s doing his best.

Shane

He knows what’s happening since he prepared to explain it to Jas

If your cramps aren’t too bad, he’ll still go to work, but he’ll check up on you every 30 mins-1 hour.

He’ll also buy you whatever you want before he heads home

If your cramps are really bad? He’s staying home (if he still has sick days left over) and taking care of you.

If he doesn’t have sick days left, he’ll ask Marnie to come over and help (she will).

He also might ask Harvey for advice if your cramps are really bad since Harvey’s a doctor.

Alex

He somewhat knows what’s happening because of Haley, but he isn’t sure how to help since Haley didn’t usually need help with anything.

He’s checking up on you CONSTANTLY to make sure you’re okay.

Need chocolate? He’s either buying you some or seeing if Evelyn has spare cookies.

Speaking of cookies, he will try to make some for you. They end up a bit burnt, but they’re still delicious.

Need water? You now have a gallon jug sitting within arms reach.

You just want some junk food? He’s heading to Gus (or JojaMart if Gus doesn’t have what you want).

He also brings over Dusty to comfort you if you want.

After your period, he’s trying out a period cramp simulator so he knows what you’re going through. He can’t get past level two and almost throws up.

Elliott

This man is making you comfort food himself. You cannot tell me he doesn’t know how to cook.

He’s also keeping you hydrated.

He would read you whatever you want to make you feel better.

He takes you to lay on the beach if you feel up to it.

If you don’t, he gets you a heated blanket and has that lay on you instead.

Cuddles galore.

Like Alex, he tries a period cramp simulator after yours finishes. Unlike Alex, though, he can’t even make it through level one. He cries for a solid 5-10 minutes afterwards.

Sebastian

Good thing he works from home, because that man is doting on you ALL DAY.

He also lets you borrow his hoodie so even if he has to do something, part of him is with you constantly.

This man 100% owns a heated blanket he lets you use. He lives in the literal basement, there’s no way it isn’t cold as hell in the winter time.

He makes you a playlist of angry metal songs to listen to when you get emotional. It surprisingly helps.

He constantly makes sure that you have enough pads / tampons stocked.

The both of you are living solely off of Gus’ food for the whole week. Gus makes really good comfort food.

[sipelius]

Tässä siis erinäisiä sanoja, joita voidaan käyttää englannin sanojen stuff ja junk käännöksinä. Jos haluat niin kerro vaikka tägeissä, mitä sanaa käytät ja mistä päin olet kotoisin.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Long Time, No See: Cole Cassidy x Mechanic!Reader (Implied NSFW)

No matter the stenches that linger through the air, the whole watchpoint always seemed to smell of the ocean. It was understandable, you were all surrounded by it on the island. Nestled somewhere in the Mediterranean sat the long forgotten Overwatch base from the Omnic Crisis, that was, until Winston and a few other agents had sought refuge here. It was here that Winston had sent out the call for Overwatch to reform and it is here where you all are currently residing.

Only a few had answered the call right away, most terrified of it being some sort of trick from Talon and some not even believing that it was real at all until the stories had started to take the internet by storm about Talon uprisings and Omnics going rogue again.

You were one of the few Winston had sought out after right after he sent out the call. Ex-Blackwatch mechanic picked up by Reyes somewhere down the line of chaos that was the Omnic Crisis, you were the only one Winston could think of short-notice who could help Lena with transportation of Overwatch agents and getting the watchpoint back in working order.

You had heard something coming from deep within your garage. You had felt sick hearing the noise, it sounded like a transmitter far back inside of your garage; with your Blackwatch uniforms and other bullshit. Actually, it was all Blackwatch stuff, some Overwatch stuff too.

You had pulled open the door to the garage, the collapsing door rising with a slam of each slat folding in on each other until you were met with the wall of failed contraptions and old items you tinkered on when Blackwatch and Overwatch disbanded almost a decade ago.

When the door opened, you jumped a bit out of your skin as you were met with a very much deactivated E54 model from the crisis times. The tall rectangular light cracked and dimmed the gray of a passed omnic. You had forgotten it was there along with most of the contents inside. You don’t know why you kept the damn thing, you had failed years ago to get it working again.

Various guns were gutted and tossed around in different crates, old uniforms from both sides folded with an inch of dust covering them, hell you even had wings of an old small transport ship.

You suddenly heard the noise pop up again, the back of the garage turning a light blue from the glow of something. Little bells dinging away for about a minute before it stopped. You had pushed your way through most of the forgotten junk and painful memories until you had reached what hurt the most. Your workbench with all of your Blackwatch stuff and memories piled neatly, your old weapon setting fractured on the flat surface with a photo of you and… Cole. You picked up the frame and blew off the caked on dust, your eyes never leaving his face. His smile was so bright and his eyes were so warm. He had his arm draped over your shoulder at some party, for Jack you think judging by the glimpses of a ‘Happy Birthday Ja-’ banner behind you both.

You felt tears prick your eyes at the pained memories, the photo frame shook in your rattling hands.

You heard the dinging again, your eyes suddenly hurting from the sudden flash of blue light from before you. Once your eyes had adjusted, you glanced down to your old uniform sitting folded, a small disk sitting on top with a hologram floating above it.

Your heart had dropped, it was the Overwatch symbol.

Frantically you snatched up the disk and fiddled with it, unsure on how to answer the call anymore until you heard a grumbling from the other end.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?”

You tossed the screwdriver back on the workbench and sat on the rickety old barstool with a sigh of relief. You glanced at the small transport ship sitting beside you ready for use by dozens of agents. You wiped the sweat off your brow and glanced to the pile of other ships exactly like the few you had just put back together and wanted to scream. You couldn’t wait for Torbjorn to arrive (with Reinhardt in tow), you didn’t know how he could keep up with Overwatch when you could barely keep track of the four other members of Blackwatch. You were thankful for the extra room as Winston and another member had taken the majority of the small ships out.

You hadn’t left your little “garage” since two days ago, wanting to fix as many as you could for Lena returning with dozens of agents in tow on her transport. It was sometime today that they would arrive, and judging by the alarm clock blaring angry red numbers at you stating it was already growing towards evening, you wouldn’t be surprised if they had all landed already.

You nudged the ship away from you until it was floating about a good five feet from your workbench and powered it off, allowing it to gently rest its underside against the linoleum floor before you returned to the tattered barstool. You had opened several drawers in search for certain tools when you heard footsteps approach your “garage.” It was anything but a room underneath where Winston had sent out the call big enough for you to work (and sleep to the dismay of Winston and Lena who had found you slumped over the workbench on more than one occasion).

A sharp knock rang on the metal door to which you didn’t turn around, adamant on finding the tools you needed.

“Come back in like an hour, I’m busy,” you stated as you turned over tools and such.

“Now ain’t that a way to greet yer friend,” a southern drawl rang out from behind you.

You had dropped the pair of pliers you had picked up and swung around to face the man now standing in your doorway.

And there he was; tall, broad, tanned and handsome - as handsome as the day you left him.

“Cole?” you whispered.

“Ya know it, darlin’.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes, you thought you were seeing a ghost. You knew Cole made it out of the explosion albeit hurt, but you never thought you would see him again.

His hair had grown shaggy and so had his beard. You remember Reyes telling him to keep himself clean and shaven countless times and how Cole would always scoff and spit back sarcastic comments as if Reyes were his father. He kept the whole cowboy attire right down to the spurs and red serape draped over his arm. It was then you noticed he was using it to hide something, but you caught a glimpse of a metal hand.

Almost as if he knew where your eyes had landed, he pulled his mechanical arm forward from its covering and revealed a dented and sparking arm. Cole smiled at you sheepishly, just as he always did when he was hurt and refused to go to Moira for help.

“I like the way you spin the bandages,” he always stated with a wink.

“Couldn’t keep yourself out of trouble, could you Cole?” you smiled back.

“Heard the best mechanic I know was here, wanted to pay 'em a visit, ask 'em somethin’ too.”

You pat the workbench space next to you, nodding your head to the other barstool in the corner by him. Cole dragged it over and sat close to you, very close to you. Close enough for you to feel him warmth, close enough for you to smell his cologne and the faint hint of cigars and whiskey, close enough for you to blush ever so slightly.

You two had fooled around in the past but nothing could ever be serious with Reyes around and Jack being the top dog (even though you both knew they were fucking in broom closets when they could). And here he was, sitting next to you as you both had done a decade ago.

You gently took his dented arm in your hands and began fiddling around and fixing it. The entire time, Cole would not take his eyes off of you until you had finished. It was just a few torn wires and a bent plate, nothing you couldn’t fix quickly.

As you had finished putting away the little screwdrivers, Cole cleared his throat and retracted his arm.

“How’d you like to show me around? Tonight?” he purred at you, his big brown eyes looking right into your soul.

“Why not? I’ve been cooped up in here, could use some fun.”

“Sounds like a plan, darlin’.”

You had only gotten to show Cole the outskirts of the island that Overwatch had yet to build on before. You were by the shore, rocks blocked the view behind you both to the rest of the base. Waves crashing drowned out sounds around you. It was nice and private.

Cole had pulled you aside just to make sure you both were out of the camera’s view and slammed you up against the nearest rocky wall and captured your lips in a rough kiss. His human hand reached up and grasped at the side of your face to bring you in closer as his metallic one slammed palm-first into the stone behind you, cracking it with ease.

Your hands latched onto Cole’s flannel shirt behind the serape and yanked his body closer to yours, the man before you now has you pressed flushed against the rocky wall behind you and his solid form before you. You could feel everything before you, especially the hard proding towards your lower waist.

Cole pulled away for a second to look wildly into your eyes, teeth grit as he started breathing heavily.

“I’ve waited years to do this again,” he growled lowly at you. Your sudden gasp ran short and he snatched at your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and still keeping your back to the wall. His fingertips dug into the meat of your thigh as he got in your face a bit. “I ain’t waiting another damn minute.”

Your lips connected again in a wild and fiery kiss, your hands went to snatch at his broad shoulders to his shaggy brown locks to even scratching down his back. Cole kept you up with just his metal arm as his human hand went to grab at you, tugging at your clothing and caressing your skin. Whenever you both would pull away for a brief moment to breathe he would like to whisper dirty little things to you until even he lost his fleeting patience.

“I missed the way you felt darlin’,” he growled in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“Cole, please,” you whisper back, sinking your nails into the back of his neck.

It always drove him nuts.

Cole dropped you for a mere moment only to catch you before you both fell onto the plush, soft grass beneath you both as time seemed to melt away.

[kazooreal]

Ventura lyr + TL

yeaaaahhh so i am gonna post all of my Fictions translations now. these lyrics are my favourite in the album so far! i wrote a bit about it at the bottom, if you want my interpretation ...

ベントラー 斉藤壮馬

bentoraa - saitou souma

Ventura - Soma Saito

誰もが単に、歳を重ねていくとしても

dare mo ga tan ni, toshi wo kasanete iku toshite mo

Everyone simply, as we get older,

こんなふうに、いやらしい大人になるとはね

konna fuu ni, iyarashii otona ni naru to ha ne

Just like that, we become dirty adults, right?

名前や論理をどれだけ覚えたとこで

namae ya ronri wo dore dake oboeta toko de

How much of names and logic do you remember?

模範回答だけじゃ届かない

mohan kaitou dake ja todokanai

You can’t get anywhere with a model answer

大事にしていたあの宝箱はとっくに

daiji ni shiteita ano takarabako ha tokku ni

The treasure box you cherished has long since

ゴミの山になっている

gomi no yama ni natteiru

Become a mountain of garbage

いつか信じたあの呪文も

itsuka shinjita ano jumon mo

The magic spell I once believed, and

来るはずだった終末も

kuru hazu datta shuumatsu mo

The weekend that was supposed to come, too

気づけば通りすぎていった笑い話で

kizukeba toori sugiteitta warai banashi de

Before I noticed, they passed, in some short comedy

石ころを蹴って歩いた

ishi koro wo kette aruita

I kicked a pebble and walked

祈りを込め空を見上げた

inori wo kome sora wo miageta

With a prayer, I looked up at the sky

あの気持ちはなんだったっけ

ano kimochi ha nandattakke

What was that feeling, again?

あるいは単に、誰もが気づいてはいたけど

arui ha tan ni, dare mo ga kizuite ha ita kedo

Or simply, everyone was aware of it, but

優しいあまり、見てみぬふりをしてくれていて

yasashii amari, miteminu furi wo shitekureteite

Being so kind, we turn a blind eye

もしかしたらすべて 何もかもが陰謀？

moshikashitara subete nani mo kamo ga inbou?

What if everything’s a conspiracy?

あれもこれも借り物でいいや

are mo kore mo karimono de ii ya

It’s fine to borrow this and that

ずるくて狭いぼくの宝箱はとっくに

zurukute semai boku no takarabako ha tokku ni

My unfairly narrow treasure box has long since

ガラクタで埋まっている

garakuta de umatteiru

Been buried in junk

あの日鳴ったオリジナルコード

ano hi natta orijinaru koodo

The original chord that rang that day

午前4時の世界の温度

gozen yon ji no sekai no ondo

The world at 4 AM’s temperature

肺を満たす空気のにおい 鉱石の色

hai wo mitasu kuuki no nioi kouseki no iro

The smell of air that fills the lungs, the colour of ore

どこで落としたんだろうな

doko de otoshitan darou na

I wonder where it fell?

自ら手放したような

mizukara tebanashita you na

It’s like I purposely let it go

本当に持ってたんだっけ？

hontou ni mottetan dakke?

Did I really have it in the first place?

いつか信じたあの呪文も

itsuka shinjita ano jumon mo

The magic spell I once believed, and

来るはずだった終末も

kuru hazu datta shuumatsu mo

The weekend that was supposed to come, too

気づけば通りすぎていった笑い話で

kizukeba toori sugiteitta warai banashi de

Before I noticed, they passed, in some short comedy

石ころを蹴って歩いた

ishi koro wo kette aruita

I kicked a pebble and walked

祈るように空を見上げていた

inoru you ni sora wo miageteita

Like praying, I looked up at the sky

この気持ちはなんだったっけ

kono kimochi ha nandattakke

What’s this feeling, again?

ベントラー、

bentoraa,

Ventura,

ベントラー、

bentoraa,

Ventura,

スペースピープル

supeesu piipuru

Space people

[’Ventura, ventura, space people’ is chanted when contacting a UFO.]

Souma-san’s songs are as bewildering and open to interpretation as usual! However, this isn’t the first song in ‘Fictions’ to be about looking back on something (gestures to ‘Hiraeth’), and this song evokes SO MUCH nostalgia. I think it’s to do with looking back on something after it’s been lost, and just remembering that, along with the pains with it (hence the scream that SCARES ME EVERY TIME but works so well). The title and repeated ‘Ventura, ventura, space people’ tie the album off with a surreal, ‘Fictions’ feel. This song is looking back on the small things in life; glancing up at the sky, the cool night air (two of my favourite things)-- back to a simpler time.

[avatarrecom]

Hey! Do you have have any head cannons for the poly!recoms when the reader is sick?

Sickness

Pairing: Poly!recoms x reader

Word count: 1435

A/N: I hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

My headcanons of how the recoms take care of you when you're sick.

I have no idea if they have stores in Bridgehead, but just imagine that they have a grocery store or something.

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch You really miss him, because even tho he wanted nothing more than to stay with you, he needs to take care of his other responsibilities. He ordered you to stay in bed, so obviously you’re sneaking out of bed when he’s gone and just doing whatever you feel like in your room (You have a habit of doing the exact opposite of what he wants you to do when you’re off shift because “Fuck you, you can’t tell me what to do”). You’re not expecting him home soon, until… “What are you doing out of bed?” “Uh, nothing, I just got up to use the bathroom” Cue Miles cocking his eyebrow and staring at you until you tell the truth. “Okay, okay! You win! i'm going back to bed” Usually orders one of your other partners to check up on you every five minutes.

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet This man- he would tease you so much. "Hahahaha, you're so sick.. get it? you're sick and are sick as a person.." Cue your angry glare. I think he would also take care of you so (too) much. You better be ready for this man's attention, because he's going to give it all to you!! You want some food? he'll order it (he'll try to cook what you want first and it's looking burned as shit, he'll order the food and say that he cooked it for you) "Oh yeah, I totally cooked it for you!" He would also be the type of partner to spoil you a lot during your sickness, want some cuddles? he'll give them to you even if he might be sick for the next few days. This boy doesn’t mind it, all he wants is you to feel better. He'll check on google ‘how to help someone with sickness’ and he'll try to make you fall asleep by singing (it makes you feel worse, but you don’t tell him).

🍬 Recom Z-dog Actually gets angry at you for getting sick. But she gets angry not because you’re sick, but because she’s worried. She’s the best health care taker you could ever ask for (after Ja, because the medic obviously knows best). Will blackmail Quaritch into letting her and Walker take care of you together. Cue impromptu girls day. She won’t give you any nice words (because she’s angry), but she will cuddle you for hours. Angry cuddles™. If you get cravings for junk food, she won’t give it, because “That won’t make you better Sweets.” When you’re better, she’ll offer you one of her last pieces of gum.

🥽 Recom Walker Takes care of you together with Z-dog. Will text Ja every minute to ask him what to do/what you need. She'll buy you so much food and goodies to make your sickness week not so terrible. She’ll call Z-dog and tells her to put the phone on speaker. "Hey Peach, I'm currently at the store. What do you need or want? oh and by the way, forget money exists, thank you!! "I love you." "What do you mean 'forget money exists' you still have to take care of your wallet lol.. but if you could find any of *fav food/desserts* it would make me super happy”. After she hangs up the phone she gets a confirmation text from Z-dog that she made you smile.

😎 Recom Mansk This man is excited and super happy. Not excited and happy because you're sick, but because he can *finally* take care of you! Would never show these emotions to you or your other partners, but thinks to himself, “I can finally take care of her without her complaining!" He would do anything for you. Want some soup? he'll make you some. Stubbornly refuses to buy you any food. “Whatever you want, I can make for you.” If he needs to leave for a while, he'll make sure you're comfortable and have everything you need close to you while he's gone so you don't have to move.

🧯 Recom Prager This man caters to your every need, “Do you need anything? I can get more blankets, food, water?” “I'm okay, Honey.” He still gets you all the stuff. Every 10 seconds he asks if you’re okay and if he needs to get Ja. You refuse. He still drags your other partner in for a check-up. If he isn’t with you, he’s telling everyone about how one of his partners is sick and he needs to get back to them. Since you're sick, he'll do your chores or the things you needed to do that day, even tho you protest a lot at that. "What did I tell you, baby? If you're sick, then I'll take care of anything. I really don't mind, love. Please, go back to bed, I don't want you to catch a cold." "How can I catch a cold-" "Everything's possible okay? One time, Lyle catched a cold while it was summer. Everything can happen, I’m telling you."

⚕️ Recom Ja As the official medic, he takes care of getting you back to health and leaves the rest of your care to your other partners. Of course he’d want to 100% take care of you, but he knows that he’s not the only one in the relationship and that his other partners also want to take care of you. So Ja does the medical things and lets the others do the rest. He also knows that you’ll go crazy if you have another person hovering over you. And either way, the other recoms drag him from his other work every five minutes to tell him to do a check-up to see if you’re any better. “Guys, it’s only been ten minutes, she’s not suddenly better.” For his sanity, your sickness better not last long, since everyone keeps second guessing what he does and questioning if he’s sure that’s what you need. Eventually snaps, but understands that they mean well and are just worried for you.

🧢 Recom Brown The second he hears that you’re sick, he lets out the most unholy sound and ditches whatever he’s doing to look for you. He literally barges into your room, freaks out when you lie limp in your bed (you’re asleep, duh), lets out an even unholier sound and scrambles your brain while trying to wake you. He’s a dramatic bitch who thinks he’s dying when he’s sick, so obviously the same goes for you. Doesn’t know shit about what to do, so he does the most sensible thing he can think of. “JA!!, BABYGIRL IS DYING!!” Let’s Ja take care of you, but hovers around you and questions everything Ja does. Eventually Ja snaps and kicks him out because “I’m the goddamn medic, I didn’t study for years just to have you second guessing what I’m doing damnit!” So Brown just ends up sitting outside your room like a kicked puppy.

📿 Recom Lopez This man watches over you when you’re asleep like a watch hound. Runs errands for you, since you can't. He would kiss your forehead and write on a sticky note, just in case, you wake up and are confused as to where he is. "Hey Mami, I went to the store since ur sick. If you're thirsty, I made you some tea. Apparently, it’ll give you energy and it helps when you're sick. Ily, I'll be back soon <3" I can totally see him remember his childhood where if he was sick as a child, his latino grandma would give him a shot of tequila. “There boy, that’ll make you feel better.” So he spiked your tea with a shot of tequila. Ja found out and chased him around the base while yelling curses and trying to kill him. “I swear to god Lopez, I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

⛓️ Recom Fike He’s very dedicated to his partners, so when you get sick? It’s not just your illness it’s both of yours illness. Literally tho, he’s so clingy and cuddly that he gets the flu from you. He gets you snacks even though you don’t ask for it, he just wants to help. Sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he doesn't. He’s not the best care-taker of them all, but he’s a loving one. If you two end up being sick together, it gives you two (in your minds) the right to boss your other partners around. Quaritch contemplates chastising you because, even tho he loves you two so much, he’s still your CO. He makes you do triple the amount of pushups once y'all are recovered.

[myechoecho]

Perfect Marriage Revenge, ep 5

This was such a good episode.

Yi Joo was terrified for Do Guk. She hasn't quite stopped to think why that is, but she a desperate advocate for him at the hospital. She pulled a doctor away from a critical patient. When Do Guk is not in his bed, she is frantically looking for him.

She finds him and we get this moment:

She initiated the contact. She grabs his hand and wrist with BOTH of her hands. Yi Joo sleeps outside his door, on the sofa because she was so worried. She learns about his panic disorder from his doctor friend, whom I love and hope we see more of.

I adore how Yi Joo has won over Do Guk's family, by simply being herself. This episode had more to do with his grandmother. Yi Joo advises Tae Ja not to sully her good name and make sure she fully investigates the deal her father is making. Tae Ja helps get some information about her past and her grandfather. In the end, Tae Ja insists that Yi Joo call her grandmother. Yi Joo is so pleased about being accepted and it has nothing to do with her plans with Do Guk. As an orphan, it didn't escape her notice how the kids in the home reacted to Tae Ja or how Tae Ja reacted to them. Further, she ate with Tae Ja which is simply massive for her and shows what trust she has in Do Guk's grandmother. She has accepted his grandmother, just as much as she's accepted her.

One important thing to note - Yi Joo has never directly bad mouthed her family in front of Do Guk's. She doesn't completely ignore it but she lets her feelings be known in a different way. "I prefer not to meet with Yoo Ra", "Please do not call my mother for the wedding plans". This is in stark contrast to Yi Joo's family who trashes her in front of everyone.

As far as Yoo Ra is concerned, I'd say this is less her villain era and more her acting like her authentic self. She was always a villain, but masked it somewhat as her mother always had her back. She's simply not hiding it now since her mother is not getting her what she wants. I suspected that Yoo Ra and Junk Wook (note: Junk Wook was a typo that I have decided deserves to remain) would team up and it's looking like that will happen.

Jung Wook miscalculated with Yi Joo and she does not rise to his bait. She's not here to play his games or for his attempts to manipulate her. He also proves her point, when Do Guk shows up and Jung Wook admits that he told Do Guk about the meeting.

You know, I'm not mad Do Guk calling Yi Joo out and reinforcing the boundary that she's laid. She did meet with Jung Wook to find out more to help Do Guk. She knows that his brother is the reason he hates being home, cannot sleet and has panic attacks. But by doing this she has crossed a line that she imposed (separate lives). Do Guk is not unwilling to tell her but he warns her it will entangle them further and it will become more and more real. He knows she's not there yet and Yi Joo proves it by pushing him away. Do Guk is so disappointed and he has to draw another line in asking her not to touch him. It's a bit of self preservation.

Se Hyeok proves again how ugly a person he is. "how could you do this to meeeee?" he whines. Doesn't acknowledge WHY he was dumped and it's all about him. He basically says he hates her and hopes she'll be miserable. I appreciate how outside of making Se Hyeok keep his distance, Do Guk allow Yi Joo to control what she wants to do or say. It's only at the end that he says anything. For Yi Joo, I think she understands there's an element of truth to what Se Hyeok is saying (she doesn't looks excited or happy). But it also reinforces her decision.

I love how Do Duk paid attention to her in her wedding dress and said she was beautiful. Contrast to Se Hyeok who could barely look at her and was like whatever.

We found out what the secret Yi Joo's grandfather was hiding - Yi Joo father is actually her bio father. And I guess that the grandfather wanted to make up for the one child who died by making sure his granddaughter was in her family home. But that home turned out to be awful and I don't know why he didn't do more when she was a child. I also don't know how Yi Joo's mom knows the truth about Yi Joo's parentage. She's also clearly poisoning her husband. She was probably poisoning Yi Joo as well, but Yi Joo knew better and did not take the pills. It wouldn't surprise me if the mother had something to do with the grandfather being in the home.

Stray thought - what if the adoptive mom killed the bio mom so she could have the bio dad?? Considering this show, it would not be that wild a theory.

Any question about Do Guk being in the other car was answered. When he saw the drawing, he near on had another panic attack and could hear the crash over and over. He was 100% in the accident and transmigrated with Yi Joo.

Yi Joo must have run out of that closet in some sort of trauma and shock only to have the police find her. Do Gok tenderly he takes care of her. He tends to the wounds on her feet, puts her to bed, does not press her for details. But because he loves her, he cannot fully leave her and "crosses the line" to comfort her by just being beside her and patting her shoulder. No one has ever cared for her like this before.

We have a bit of a time jump and it's the wedding time. I gather that things might still be a bit weird between Yi Joo and Do Guk. I think that Yi Joo is still processing the information about her parentage.

But here comes her mother, saying she's not family and taunting her to try to be happy. Which really triggers Yi Joo to the point of wanting to smash a vase of flowers over her mother's head - which I assume it is who Do Guk stops her.

I've seen some comments that say Yi Joo is too weak, or flip flops too much. I think that this might be the point where any seemingly hesitation is gone. For me, it always made sense that Yi Joo looks like she's hesitating because she's going against years of conditioning, abuse and trauma. While she does have those moments, she always picks herself up and pushes back in her own way. When her mother and ex's mom stage that little play that throws her off, she then takes down her mother's forgery ring on her own, without any help from Do Guk. When Do Guk finds Yi Joo, Yoo Ra and his mom meeting, she does not automatically leave when he says so. No, she stays to say her piece and leaves when she's ready. So whatever may have been slightly holding her back, she's done with that now.

Side note: It is just me or are Do Guk and Yi Joo staring to wear the same/similar colours/patterns?

[ask-shane]

Hi shanie wanie its me again

I got you this for your troubles xoxo (person not included)

… that’s the biggest duck plush toy i’ve ever seen.

where would i have the room to put this all?! it’s got the surface area of a mini fridge… well, since my room’s full of junk, i have a better idea. you know who would really like this? … jas.

[pelicanfarmer]

But what if Shane and Leah? 🤯

Like Leah out for her forest walk while Shane was at the lake pier. Leah wanted to sketch so she asked to sit down. Shane grunts, not tipsy but downing a few. Ooof gorgeous sunset that sets off Leah’s auburn hair and Shane is just *heart’s eyes*

They constantly argue over food especially when king of junk food and joja frozen meals meets miss fresh but they both love to have wine at the end of the meal.

Shane and Jas knocking on Leah’s door, basket of fresh eggs that Shane gathered himself and a bottle of milk courtesy of Marnie.

Leah inviting the family over for dinner for some veggie pizza (that Shane surprisingly likes!!) and pasta. Cake for dessert because Jas loves cake. And marnie just giggling away but doesn’t miss the heart eyes these two shoot each other.

Shane no longer hangs by his spot in the saloon. Joins Leah and Elliot on their table. Elliot surprisingly getting along with Shane’s dry humor, being that supportive bff to Leah.

Leah being surprisingly handy with the tools helping out on the ranch and Shane just swoons.

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Give things a shot hun. Who knows, maybe you will enjoy it.

*I summon some knitting and crochet supplies and put them beside the bed*

Anata wa hitori ja nai

Eclipse: Whatever. And don't call me hun. I'm not a kid. And I know I'm not alone because I'm surrounded by all of YOU. *glares at the askers in the room* Even by myself, I can't catch a break...

//Eclipse glances at the cardboard box KC left and opens it.// Spare parts? What, does he think I'm just gonna sit here and play with junk? As if. *grabs a few scrap pieces and starts to fit them together* May as well do something useful with this crap...

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Warmer Than Ever Before – Aubrey Posen/Calamity/Beca Mitchell/Kommissar/Chloe Beale/Gail Abernathy/Katherine Junk.

A/N: Fic for the latest @polyamships monthly prompts.

It had all started so simply. Calamity, having said goodnight to the rest of the members of Evermoist, had found Aubrey Posen, small, sweet, clearly terrified of almost everything, shivering in the hallway of the hotel. She had brought her into her room that night, helping her get some more warmth. She had walked her back to her room next day, watching the way both Beca Mitchell, small, scrappy and full of sass, and Chloe Beale, gentle, kind, incredibly flirty, fuss over the girl. There was, she had to admit, an odd charm to how much Aubrey blushed. It’s only later that she notices Gail, the woman who seemed to love chasing the Bellas around for documentary footage, was watching her. Aubrey it seemed, was completely unaware of the woman’s feelings. It had been easy to bring Gail back, the woman was, fundamentally more than a little eager for her chance. It's only later, Katherine Junk now folded into the group, that Calamity bothers to look for Kommissar. Aubrey had tried, desperately, to ignore her attraction to the other woman, Calamity had known instantly what was bothering her, however, able to read her in ways she had never expected. It's cold, almost too cold to really put on shows, by the time Das Sound Machine come back to the USA. Most of the group scatter, hunting out people they had met at worlds, but Kommissar had met Calamity. Warmth was sorely needed and much as Kommissar had been more than a little concerned when Beca’s name came up, she had to admit she had missed the girl. Aubrey, she found, was sweetly nervous with her, clearly worried about making a fool of herself even as she nestled closer to Calamity. She’s cold to the touch and Kommissar finds her voice softens at the way Aubrey shudders a little. “Easy, Liebchen…” “She’s a little… nervous.” Katherine’s voice is soft even as Calamity nudges Aubrey closer to Kommissar, smiling just a little when Aubrey sighs and lets herself curl closer. “Warum ist ihr kalt?” Kommissar’s question hangs in the air then Katherine sighs, her voice soft. “Sie ist immer... Das Wetter hilft nicht weiter…” Kommissar’s smile is soft, her voice gentle as she speaks again, addressing Aubrey softly. “Können Sie mir vertrauen?” Aubrey considers, taking in the other women she’s chosen to trust then speaks softly. “Ja… Ich vertraue dir.” She’s still cold, of course, but the comfort she feels when Kommissar pulls her closer is instant. “Mir ist immer warm gelaufen... jetzt weiß ich warum...” Warmth seems to settle into Aubrey’s skin warming her fully for once, the others quick to follow when Kommissar finally risks bringing Aubrey back to the bedroom, the ease of Calamity curling against Aubrey’s back even as she settles into Kommissar is easy, The others find their spaces, Gail settling behind Beca as the girl curls into Kommissar’s back, even as Chloe presses into Calamity’s back, Katherine settling last, once she’s sure everyone is ready, covering them all with the blanket, finally believing they are all safe. Translations: Why is she cold? She always is... the weather doesn't help Can you trust me? Yes… I trust you. I always did run warm… now I know why…

[banana-with-a-bow-tie]

The to be an earnest active Christian post stings. What’s that mean? Am I bad for playing games in my day off cuz I’m not earnest active? Sounds like gods gonna judge everyone who plays games and that’s scary bro. Dudes are out there with no tvs preaching in the streets are gonna get to heaven while losers like me go to hell for playing video games on my day off man. I ain’t a happy guy in Christianity sometimes just cause I’m scared of god for throwing me into hell for having a game system

If your relationship with God is based entirely on the stuff you do for Him, then your understanding of Christianity is backwards. Every single one of us has broken God’s laws. Our every thought is tainted by sin. No one is good enough to go to heaven and there is nothing anyone can do to remove their guilt (Rom 3:10). But God loves us anyway because He is good and He lived perfectly for us as a human being. Jesus loved God and man in all the ways we fail to so that we could be counted as perfectly righteous in God’s sight while Jesus took the curse we deserve (2 Cor 5:21).

If you have called out to God to save you and put your trust in the promise of Jesus to take away your guilt, then God will never look upon you in wrath again. You are an adopted child, an heir to His Kingdom, part of God’s family forever and He will not cast you out (Eph 1).

Now as our Father, God wants to share with us all His goodness (Jas 1:17). The things we once thought were good suddenly become less appealing to us and we desire to have more of what He says is good. It’s like when you’re a kid and the only thing you like to eat is junk food. But then you get older and you start to realize that vegetables can actually be really good.

So to your question, the Bible does not call video games or entertainment sinful, though certain aspects of it can be if it’s filled with immorality. But any created thing, no matter how good it is can become sinful if we elevate it above God (Rom 1:25).

If you think playing video games is going to bring you more happiness and contentment than knowing God, I’m sorry to say you are misinformed. God isn’t going to send you to hell over it if Jesus has paid the penalty for you, but like any loving Father who wants what is best for His child, He may discipline you to teach you what is true and better (Heb 12:11).

If you want to enjoy video games on your day off, by all means do so. But recognize that this is only a gift meant to help you enjoy the true Giver of all good things. If God were to take away all your comforts in an instant, would you be able to say with Paul, “I have learned the secret of being content, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” (Phil 4:11-13)?

If Jesus called you to forsake everything, would you see Him as being more valuable than anything else (Matt 13:46)? As fun as games are, there are things in this world that are of greater eternal importance, and God wants us to be about those things because they are better.

[fuckyeahkailan]

梟 Fukuro

[Road to The Future]

Japanese

花を育てましょう

夜になる前に

心がカビちゃって

枯れる前に

あっちの世界じゃ

パンはタダらしいぜ

水なんてもんは

いつもあるらしい

「WELCOME TO THE FUTURE 私こそが世界を救

うHEROだ」

時代はいつも逆戻り 賢い奴らはいつもうまい肉食

べてんだ

終演のメリーゴーランド

君はなぜ踊るのか?

時代が生むドラッグスに

明日もまた目隠しをされてんだ

花が咲きました

夜になる前に

ところが隣人が

踏み潰しました

あっちの世界じゃ

米は罪らしいぜ

水なんてもんは

飲んじゃダメらしい

「WELCOME TO THE FUTURE お待ちかね皆が望

んだ平和さ」

時代はとうに行き止まり 弱者は今日もガムシロッ

プ舐めてんだ

終演のメリーゴーランド

君はなぜ踊るのか?

時代が生むドラッグスに

明日もまた目隠しをされてんだ

タラララッタラーララーラ

ROCK (ガラクタ) のリズムで

花咲かせてみせましょう

終演のメリーゴーランド

君はなぜ踊るのか??

時代が生むドラッグスに

明日もまた目隠しをされてんだ

手が触れ合うとまだ温度があるんだ

君の手も僕の手も君も君も 君も

明日になんて何も待ってはいないよ

種を植えろ 植えろ 植えろ

Romaji

Hana o sodatemashou yorugakuru mae ni watashi no kokoro wa kabi-darakedesu kareru mae ni ano sekai de pan wa muryōda sōdesu mizu nante mono wanai itsumo 1-ri iru yōna ki ga suru

WELCOME TO THE fu~yūchā watashi koso ga sekai o sukuu hīrōda' jidai wa itsumo gyakumodori kashikoi yatsura wa itsumo umai niku tabete nda shūen no merīgōrando kimi wa naze odoru no ka? Jidai ga umu doraggu su ni ashita mo mata mekakushi o sa rete nda

Hana ga sakimashita yoru ni naru mae ni tokoroga rinjin ga fumi tsubushimashita atchi no sekai ja kome wa tsumirashī ze mizu nante mon wa nonja damerashī

`WELCOME TO THE fu~yūchā omachi ka ne mina ga mochi nda heiwa-sa' jidai wa tōni ikidomari jakusha wa kyō mo gamushiroppu namete nda shūen no merīgōrando kimi wa naze odoru no ka? Jidai ga umu doraggusu ni ashita mo mata mekakushi o sa rete nda

Tarararattarārarāra ro~tsu(garakuta) no rizumu de hana saka sete misemashou shūen no merīgōrando kimi wa naze odoru no ka? ? Jidai ga umu doraggusu ni ashita mo mata mekakushi o sa re tenda te ga fureau to mada ondo ga aru nda kimi no te mo boku no te mo kimi mo kimi mo kimi mo ashita ni nante nani mo matte wa inai yo tane o uero uero uero

English translation

Let's grow some flowers together

Before the night falls

Before our hearts start to rot

and wither away

I heard that over there

You can get bread for free

I even heard

The water supply is endless

"Welcome to the future, I'm the hero here to save the world"

What goes around comes around, the elite's

always sittin' pretty

This is the last carousel

Why is it that you're dancing now?

The poison that is born from this generation

Will wake up again tomorrow too

The flowers have bloomed

Before the night fell

However our neighbors have

Stepped on them and crushed them all

I heard that over there

Things such as rice are outlawed

I even heard that

You can't drink the water

"Welcome to the future, the peace that you've all

been waiting for"

The world has stopped spinning, the weak are

lickin' artificial sweetener

This is the last carousel

Why is it that you're dancing now?

The poison that is born from this generation

Will wake up again tomorrow too

Talalala, Talalala

ROCK

The rhythm of rock (junk)

Let's try to get some flowers to bloom

This is the last carousel

Why is it that you're dancing now?

The poison that is born from this generation

Will wake up again tomorrow too

When my hand touches yours, I can still feel your

warmth

Your hand, my hand, and yours, and yours, and

yours

There's nothing waiting for us tomorrow

Let's plant some seeds, let's plant, let's plant

[hobby-enthusiest]

Im starting a plan.

from Oct 1st-Dec 1st I'm doing a wl plan here are the rules

Weekdays

NO JUNK OR FAST FOOD BESIDES DARK CHOCOLATE

no asking for snack and if offered decline.

IT IT JAS A LABLE COUNT IS CALORIES

Weekends

-full body Pilates workout

-16:8 fasting

-if not hungry don't feel pressured to eat

DRINK DRINK DRINK

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For some context I do work out B4 all from 5:40-6:30. Also mom pretty healthy conscious so my breakfast and lunch are healthy possible. But during weekend I eat a lot less compared to weekdays to my calorie deficit in a week is at a good lvl where I'm losing weight.

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Stats 9/30

Hw: 190lbs

Lw:160lbs

Cw: 170lbs

Waist: 33in

Wrist:: 6.5in diameter

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