#lax pick up

[los-angeles-usa-travel-tips]

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[etrevil]

“Odasaku would’ve been patience enough to give you the guidance you needed. That would have been the right thing to do. But righteousness doesn’t take very kindly to me.”

[theodoradove]

Another conference in Princeton, another failed attempt at visiting the mystery bookshop :(

[jellogram]

I am so fucking ready to go home I am so fucking ready I am tired of never having enough groceries and living out of a suitcase and never being fully comfortable in my house I am so fucking ready but unfortunately I have an 11 hour flight between me and home. I would rather slam my hand in the car door than take an 11 hour flight. It's going to feel endless. It might actually kill me. But then I will land in Los Angeles and I can fucking EXHALE for the first time in seven months. I'm so close. I'm so close.

[thebookishwallflower]

today marks the birth of prompt box!! say happy birthday to him (his name is ramen). if you would like a random prompt send in an ask and the number of prompts you want ramen and i to give you :}

(i copied over a ton of @/scealaiscoite's prompts, printed them out, cut them up, and threw 'em in a box for random writing inspiration, because choosing one is far too hard, and this is way more fun)

[seased]

theres an extra layer of depth to persona 5 when you play the game pretending the pc is a wayward teen butch okay it adds something okay i swear

[im-still-watching-anime]

gave my mom’s dog a massage and i’m pretty sure she achieved a state of nirvana previously unknown to all living things

[orlandospride]

as a fan of the US women since 2007 (and womens soccer as a whole since 2005), i am also (kind of) glad that were out. my feelings are pretty mixed on the matter but a lot of the fans dont fucking get it. this was always going to be the hardest world cup for us. the combination of the players that weve been relying on for the past decade either retiring or being out with injuries, and other countries finally putting money into their programs always meant that we weren't going to do as well as people would like to think. ik that the world cup is always fucking wild but germany got knocked out as well. that's huge and is what a lot of newer US fans are missing. no one's threepeated before, simply because it's fucking hard to be that dominant for that long. on a separate note, there's the fact that we go into every single group stage game of every single tournamentlooking like we've never met each other before, everyone's like "oh god we're not going to win", and then we usually pull out a win. but this time we didn't, and that's okay! it fucking sucks but it's okay! it sucks that men and conservatives are going to use this as a "see, they didnt deserve the money", but they don't matter. im excited for whatever chaos the rest of the tournament brings.

most rational uswnt fan i’ve ever heard. you’re bang in the money with pretty much all of this. i do agree people underestimated how much of an impact the player changes had. obviously some incompetence of vlatko’s behalf too and it’ll be interesting to see what happens to him afterwards

but yeah women’s football is getting better across the world and (hopefully) the more time passes, the more world cups like this we’ll have, because it means gaps are getting smaller and that is a positive….even if you are american

it does really suck that incels and republicans will use this as a “it’s what they deserve!” and look at the event in isolation, particularly when they literally don’t care about women, let alone women’s football

[hhtservices14]

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[book0ftheday]

Plum Rains by Andromeda Romano-Lax, cover design by Janine Agro, uncorrected proof printed 2018.

[jovialturtleface]

that artist dilemma thing that people post about on twitter dot com and get 10k likes for happened to me where I wanted to make a clown transformer and then a popular artist just posted one...

I still wanna make one, stuff like that doesn't really deter me but it is funny how after thinking about it it happened.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who doesn't know how to comfort you. So, he does the next best thing. CW : fingering, praise, dirty talk

Simon has never been good at communicating. Especially after growing up in an abusive household. Problems were solved with fists, not words.

He'd gotten better at communicating over the years. Though, he still struggled. Especially when it came to comforting people.

So when you came home, clearly pissed off, Simon was internally panicking. He had no idea what to do.

Simon remained silent as he stalked to the bedroom, looming in the doorway like a shadow as he watched you change into your shorts and singlet top.

"What, Simon?" You snapped, eyes flickering with frustration.

"What's got your panties in a twist, lovie?" Simon asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

"Don't talk about my panties, Simon!" You say, which makes Simon raise a brow at you. You really weren't having it today.

"Alright" Simon sighed, his brain finally flickering with an idea.

He pushed off the doorway and walked over to you. Picking you up and ignoring your protests. Carrying you to the living room and sitting on the couch with you between his legs. You're back to his front.

"Up we go" Simon hummed, lifting your legs to spread them and rest them over his thick thighs.

"What're you doing?"

"Fixing your attitude"

"My attitude does not need fixing"

"Sure it doesn't, lovie"

"It doesn't!"

"Whatever you say"

You go to protest but then there's two thick fingers rubbing at your clit. Making you go lax and whine in a mixture of relief and frustration.

"Tell me about your day, darlin'" Simon growled in your ear, his fingers slipping down your folds and into your cunt. Fingers curling up and pressing firmly against your g-spot repetitively. Making you gasp and a moan to be forced from your chest.

"Fucking-Sherry wouldn't stop bothering me" you whimpered, grinding your cunt against Simons hand. "She was such a bitch today always on my ass about-oh my god there!-everything!"

"Sounds real stressful lovie. But look now, you're doing such a good job grinding that pretty cunny against my hand. Soaking your panties and shorts like a good girl, hm?" Simon whispered in your ear, nipping the flesh gently.

"'m being good" you nod dumbly, gasping as Simons fingers speed up. Your hips moving on their own accord. Heat quickly pooling in your lower stomach.

"C'mon baby, come for me. You can do it. You'll be such a good girl if you do" Simon whispered, his free hand moving from your thigh to under your shirt, tugging roughly at your nipple, sending you over the edge.

You soaked Simons hand and your panties in your release. Crying out in pleasure. Head tipping back and eyes squeezed shut as you whine and moan.

"good fucking girl, huh?" Simon growled as he kissed your neck "attitude just needed to get fucked out of you"

So yeah, maybe Simon wasn't good at comforting you. But he was really fucking good with his fingers.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[miserye]

A ranking of airports I’ve been through best to worst

1. My current airport- Tiny and wonderful, fast tsa because no one is ever there! Impossible to get lost in, only down side is that there are no good food options after tsa but there is a subway before it lol I think they ran outta space

2. MEM- efficient tsa, nice inside, charging areas that actually work!!!!! On the smaller side! Nice walkways and some food variety

3. SAT- relatively okay tsa, lots of food options, kinda long but that’s life, a bit small and a little busy for the size but it’s fine

4. Colorado- okay tsa, lots of lines for it so it helps, easy to read and understand metro line system within the airport, nice walkways <3

5. AUS- tsa is usually pretty quick but pick up and drop off area is hell on earth, meh food options, KING of slow ass walkers I’m gonna kill austinites at this rate

6. St. Paul- hell on earth. It’s hard to navigate those damn trains. However, spam shrine.

7. DFW- I have many issues with this place.

8. LAX- it wasn’t even that busy, they just have weird ass rules like I get it but at the same time no I don’t. Like showing my boarding pass AT tsa is so weird?? Also it’s so long and there aren’t walk ways and it’s so narrow???? Maybe it was just the area we were in but 😕

Honorable mention: incheon and jeju- both were great and fast airports, favorite bathroom of all time is incheon

[gingergari]

i honestly do not think i will be able to draw all of these guys in time so here are my main splat ocs and their team alignments!

maybe i’ll draw the winning team members 🤞🏽

[t4t4terezi]

on the one hand I have coffee at home on the other hand it's not a pumpkin spice chaippucino with oat milk is it

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS Men React To An Unexpected Pregnancy

AN: Pregnant reader. Not the boys. That genre is currently unexplored on this blog but not for long 🤭👺

Pairing: LaDS boys x Fem reader

Ingredients: 75% fluff, 25% angst.

My Fav: Rafayel's (new segment because I want to discuss which ones I liked best when writing)

Xavier:

You pass out during a mission. That’s how you find out. In the Hunter Association’s medical ward, you stare at the positive report in stunned silence.

The nausea hadn’t just been Xavier’s cooking.

How even…? You sit there, frozen, until he walks in, finding you pale and unmoving.

A child.

He leans against the wall, the report in his hand. God.

He had vanished the day he found out. Left you bitterly alone. But you didn’t need him, you could raise the child on your own. If Xavier was too weak to accept the truth, so be it.

But he returns. You don’t know where he went, only that when he comes back, he is broken.

"I couldn't change it." He falls to his knees. "The world remains unchanged," he repeats, voice hollow.

The destruction he had accepted, the grief he had worn like armor, now, it becomes unbearable. Because for the first time, he isn’t sure if he can ever manage to save it for his child.

Rafayel:

He dreams of it. Strange dreams.

He’s not one to obsess over omens, but even he, in his eternal wisdom, cannot decipher what a colony of seals playing with marbles is supposed to mean.

Then, one afternoon, he dreams of a baby seal. It coos at him, glumphing closer, making infant-like noises.

And in the dream, he bends down to pet it. Only for you to pick it up instead.

He jolts awake. Hands immediately over his stomach. Breath unsteady. No...not him...it was you. You picked the seal, that meant-

Then he stumbles out of bed, nearly tripping over himself in his rush to find you.

Drives like a madman. He counts the days. Two months. He counts the signs.

His heart refuses to slow down.

Barging into the Hunter’s Association, he’s chased by guards, by an exasperated receptionist, but none of it matters.

When he finds you, he grips your shoulders, searching your face. How could he have missed it?

By the tides, he was a fool.

And then—he feels it. A whisper, warm and murmuring, like the gentle pull of the waves.

A half-formed yawn, ringing softly in his mind.

The presence of his child.

Now all he has to do is tell you.

Zayne:

You watch Zayne eat dinner, half-listening as he talks about his day. He absentmindedly bites into another baby carrot.

Not just baby carrots, baby corn, baby potatoes, those tiny tomatoes.

"How’s dinner, Zayne?" you ask, feigning nonchalance.

He nods, smiling. "It’s good. Very healthy."

"Notice anything?"

He hums in thought. "You’re trying Italian cuisine these days." He places his hand over yours, gentle. "But you don’t have to cook if you’re tired after work."

He’s too kind to mention the small incident with the oven last week. To be fair, the bun in the oven analogy is a classic.

A week. A whole week of hints, and still, he hasn’t caught on.

Sighing, you give up on subtlety. "Darling, did you visit the pediatrics ward today?" you ask, pushing food around your plate.

"I didn’t have time. Had to miss the volunteering event for surgery."

You grin. Taking his hand, you guide it over your stomach. "Well, luckily for you, we’ll have one right here soon."

His mouth hangs open. Eyes darting between you and your stomach before his fingers brush over the nonexistent bump.

"Really? Are we—"

"Yes, you dummy!" You pull him into a hug. "I’ve been trying to tell you for days."

For a man obsessed with your health, he somehow had been ignorant of the biggest of surprises. Unplanned or not, you were going to give him the longest late night shift of his life.

Sylus:

The timing could have been better, he muses, wiping blood off his cheek.

But he had been too lax.

Not that it mattered. Everything was under control.

"Clean up," he orders, snapping his fingers. Shadows slither forward, dragging the remains of his enemies into the abyss.

The news of a child had changed things. He had let fate play its part for too long. Now, it was his turn.

Whatever slow-moving scheme he had let linger, ended now.

There was no way in hell he was letting you go on any mission while carrying his child.

Aether Core be damned. EVER be damned to NEVER. He would wipe them out if he had to.

For now, though, he had other priorities.

Leaving you safe at home, he finishes this last errand. Your only battle at the moment is morning sickness which, much to his surprise, isn’t just limited to mornings.

He wipes his hands clean, heading for his bike.

One last stop. You wanted pickles.

He smiles, revving the engine. Soon, only cars.

And then, he’s gone, speeding into the night, back to you. Back to his family. To cuddle the little dragon who gives you unrivaled heartburn and kicks like a menace at 18 weeks.

Caleb:

He knew.

Some would say he saw it coming, but just because he kept track of your cycle didn’t mean he could predict your ovulation exactly.

He was just…good at math.

Mental math.

And taking you to a convenience store for cough drops, right next to the pregnancy tests, had been pure coincidence.

Not that he totally snuck a glance at you eyeing them. And if he excused himself to grab a snack right then? Also not planned.

You hand him the test. "I think I’m pregnant."

He goes through all the expressions shock, surprise, joy, tears. So dramatic that it fools no one.

Seriously, he’s atrocious at being subtle about it.

Instantly proposes. Shotgun wedding because the baby will need a family.

Grins like a madman when it turns out to be twins.

Secretly, he’s very, very proud.

Heavens, he thinks smugly, I really am amazing at math.