#leighann talks

[usedtobecooler]

We ride on—I mean… for Kurt. We, uh… we ride for Kurt in this house! ^_^

Also having thots of corrupting him until he’s sweating and bucking his hips up and fucking begging. Then taking his little camera and filming his fucked out reactions. “What do you think, everyone? He close to blowing his load this early already?” You give a nip at his ear, licking along the shell and finalizing with a bite on the lobe — sucking on the flesh with precision.

“aw, all these noises just from my hand? i don’t think you could handle my pussy, babe,” you smirk, salacious as you angle the camera just enough to catch his flushed cheeks and wide eyes as he watches the head of his cock slide in and out of your tight fist. he’s massive, of course he is, sadly just ridiculously inexperienced.

he’s whimpering begging, hips betraying him and it’s almost bratty the way he pleads, “please, please, i-i can’t hold it any longer,” he stutters. and you’re menacing, flicking your wrist around the top few inches until he’s gripping harshly at your thigh, “oh fuck, m’cumming,” and making a mess of your fingers, hot ropes spurting up his shirt, you laugh through the whole thing and it only makes his spent cock kick up in interest )):

[kylejsugarman]

I hope your moving process is going well! 💕

When you get a chance, what does Sheila think about Jesse when she first meets him and how does their relationship develop from boss to family member? Oh and if you have any thoughts about Clover I’d love to hear them too!!!

thank u my sweet leighanne, it did go well!!!! all thanks to ur good wishes :') and i will always have the chance to talk about my au, we all know this.....at first, sheila is mostly just really curious about jesse!! she knows everything about Everyone in town, so having a new person to study is super exciting. he listens when she jabbers on and seems really invested in learning carpentry and improving his skills, which endears her to him massively. sheila is friendly but she acknowledges that she's nosy and Loud and a big brash butch lesbian, so it's nice to have someone else at the store now who listens to her stories and cares about what they're doing. jesse is a little intimidated by her at first and doesn't say much around her initially because he's afraid he'll let something slip that she'll gossip about to others, but sheila never tries to be hurtful or mean in her gossip and has a wonderful, warm sense of humor that he really takes to. she's also super encouraging and helps him hone his latent woodworking skills with the kind of patience that he needs. since they spend so much time together, just the two of them in the store, they end up sharing a lot. sheila loves to get herself involved in jesse's life and is the one who pushed him to go on his first "date" with demi, who insisted that he come over to try her wife's chowder, who showed him how to de-ice a windshield and braid little girl hair and set up direct deposit. sheila isn't just jesse's first point of contact in haines, she's this older adult figure that he desperately needs who is more than happy to guide him towards a stable life. as long as he lets her buy baby christmas presents and tolerates her opinions on what kind of haircut he should get

as for clover!! she is a big mutt from the kennel (demi starts to shyly tell the stranger adopting her that she was a puppy mill rescue but when she sees his scarred face, she holds back on details and just says that clover had a tough start) who is very clumsy and not particularly brave (one clap of thunder and she's basically climbing up into jesse's arms), but she's super loyal and sweet and happy to never leave jesse's side. having her to play with and walk really helps him get out of the house during his early time in alaska, and its much easier to smile and feel human when theres a big dog tromping towards u with a stick in their mouth. he hasn't had a dog since he was a young kid and forgot how wonderful it is to just. have another living creature around. for a lot of his early time, he's not quite ready to talk to other people or be around them for extended periods of time even though he feels really lonely, so clover is the perfect companion. he doesn't have to lie to her or pretend or hide or fit into a new identity that still itches: he can just enjoy being not alone. and it really helps having her sleep in bed with him. nothing brings u back to the present after an especially vicious nightmare faster than a loving, slobbery dog kiss

[myobmaya]

a look into what happens when you make it off the tumblr messages @strangermarvelss

[loveshotzz]

Me at the end of the day: I wonder why my stomach hurts so bad?

Me at lunch: slathers sandwich with giardiniera, then dumps hot sauce on each bite.

[legendofthe3divas]

I was half watching ‘this morning’ idk why I was just bored, I guess, and it was just there. BUT ‘don’t say love’ was the outtro going into the adverts. Sorry but I’m loving the promo and popularity of Leigh, it melts my heart <3

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Emmy 🌸

Can I get a smutty little blurb of us and bestfriend!steve spooning in bed and it gets a little handsy😇 dry humping is underrated.

leighanne leighanne leighanne 🧡

18+

It was inevitable, really.

Too many nights sprawled in Steve’s bed, a movie forgotten on his television screen, the sun dying behind the houses across the street, sleep tugging at you both.

It was inevitable, really.

Too many hormones, too many close calls, too many what ifs? Too many glances at lips, too many jokes that suddenly sounded more serious than the week before.

You woke up with Steve curled around you, the TV dark static, the credits long rolled. It wasn't anything too out of the ordinary, bodies pressed together, your back to Steve’s chest, a heavy arm thrown over your waist and his nose pressed into your hair, his soft breaths telling you he was still very much asleep.

You would’ve slipped back into it too, if you hadn’t shuffled slightly, adjusting yourself against the boy and the pile of pillows around you, the stray popcorn kernels that had missed both the bowl and your lips.

It was inevitable, really.

You felt it then, hard and insistent, impossible to ignore - pressed against the small of your back. Steve’s sweatpants did little to hide it, the thickness, the length, the heat. You gasped, eyes wide, more awake than before and you knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldn’t have done it. But it was inevitable.

Wasn’t it?

You rocked backwards, feigned shifting in your sleep until your ass rocked against your best friend’s cock and it fit snugly against the curves of you. Bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, felt it rattle your ribs, felt it shake the bed frame and when the boy didn’t stir, you did it again.

Hips rocking, shifting ever so slightly, ass moving up and over Steve’s cock, eyes slipping closed, squeezing shut and lip parting in a silent gasp when the head of him caught the seam of your folds underneath your flimsy shorts.

Steve sighed in his sleep, a husky, low moan and his hips canted forward to meet your own, eager, wanting. Right there, right on your clit, the perfect nudge, just right there—

“Shit, shit, I’m— I’m sorry, I— fuck—”

Steve woke, voice rough and sleep slurred, moving too slow, his brain barely catching up with the situation but you felt awful at the embarrassment you heard in his words and he made to move away, a little clumsy as the mattress dipped, his arm dragging from you waist.

You wanted to whine, you wanted to beg. So you caught his hand instead, kept it on your waist until the heat of it made your bones turn softer. It was easier to talk if you kept facing away from him, your cheek pressed to the pillow, your ass still popped out enough for the tip of Steve’s cock nudge against the swell of it.

“Stay, Steve.”

You heard the boy gulp, swallow tight and sharp, his hand flexing on your ribs. He paused, maybe to check if he was awake, maybe to check if you were. “What?”

“Keep going,” you whispered. “I don’t want you to stop.” You swallowed too, licking your lips nervously, suddenly terrified that this was the wrong thing to do. “You can keep going, if you want.”

Steve didn’t say anything, but he lay back down, closer than before, close enough for you to feel his lips on the back of your neck when they parted. His hand gripped your waist, fingers flexing over you until your shirt - his shirt - gave way and his touch found your skin.

“Yeah?” He whispered and his voice was rough, but so much more awake than before. His cock twitched, seeking out your heat, already leaking in his too tight boxers. “S’okay?”

You nodded, body burning, eyes focused on Steve’s closed bedroom door, waiting with enough anticsorion to make your head throb, hoping he’d make a move. “Felt good,” you told him.

You felt more than heard his soft “fuck,” breathed against the nape of your neck and before you could say anything else, Steve moved, all experimental, his hips rutting against your ass, his cock pushed between your cheeks, rubbing himself there.

“Shit,” he groaned, head falling forward until it rested against your shoulder. “Tell me if you wanna stop, okay? Just let me know—”

You shook your head, cutting him off with a plea. “Steve—”

The way you pushed back against him told the boy everything he needed to know. “Christ,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut. He didn’t know where to look, the room just lit enough for him to glance down and see his cock nestled against your ass, a damp patch already spreading on the front of his sweats. “Say my name again, fuck, say my name like that, please—”

“Steve,” you complied, whiny and breathless and trying so hard to keep quiet. The dark gloom surrounding you both made it feel all the more forbidden. You took his hand from your waist, dragged it slowly enough for him to reject you if he wanted, your fingers tangled with his as you guided him towards your tits. “Steve, please, touch me.”

You didn’t need to ask again, Steve groaning low in your ear, his teeth scraping at your jaw as his big hand grabbed the cup of your bra, pulling it down so he could get his palm over you, squeezing roughly and soothing finger over your hardened nipples. He pulled at it, humped against you a little faster when you moaned into his pillow.

“Could come like this,” Steve whispered, nose knocking against the crown of your head as he moved closer, swearing into your hair when you lifted one leg and draped it over his, his cock slipping down to slot between the folds of your cunt, the dampness there making it easy for him to feel you beneath your shorts. “Gonna come like this, fucking hell, that okay? Shit— that what you want, babe? You wanna make me bust in my pants?”

You groaned, a hand thrown back to fist in Steve’s hair, pulling at him until he mouthed at your neck, more teeth than lips, nodding frantically when the head of his cock nudged up against your clit, rubbing through your folds.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “Jesus Steve, yeah, m’gonna come too, don’t stop—“

That was inevitable too.

[arwainian]

Reading This Week 2024 #5

orange means actually read, blue means skimmed. i am so deeply in the grad school reading hole it is So/Too Much and i have to read and grade student papers this coming week...

Finished:

The Book of Disappearance by Ibtisam Azem, translated by Sinan Antoon

said my thoughts on this last week! i will add that unfortunately at times the translation is sloppy/there were many typos.. i still really liked the book

Ouran High School Host Club, Vol. 6 by Bisco Hatori, translated by Naomi Kokubo & Eric-Jon Rössel Waugh

just a fun read. debating if i should just read whatever next volume is available through my library, even tho its not the next one

Orange, Vol. 3 by Ichigo Takano, translated by Amber Tamosaitis

held my breath and got through the moment that i stopped reading on a few weeks prior and got past it! the story remains cute!

Started and Finished:

"Gender, Race and the Regulation of Native Identity in Canada: An Overview" by Bonita Lawrence

Giving an Account of Oneself by Judith Butler

"What is an Author?" by Michel Foucault

Introduction & Afterword from Critical Discourses by David Sancher

"Hansel and Gretel" and "The Juniper Tree" from Grimm's Fairy Tales

"Morphology of Folktales" by Vladimir Propp

"Theory as Liberatory Practice" by bell hooks

"The Attempted Dispossession of Kwe" Chapter 3 of As We Have Always Done: Indigenous Freedom through Radical Resistance by Leanne Betasamosake Simpson

"The Man of Professional Wisdom" by Kathryn Pyne Addelson

"Whose Words? Whose Reality?: THe Politics of Representation and Interpretation" Chapter 3 of Ethical Dilemmas in Feminist Research: The Politics of Location, Interpretation, and Publication by Gesa E. Kirsch

"Trapped in the Wrong Theory: Rethinking Trans Oppression and Resistance" by Talia Mae Bettcher

^^ really liked this one

The Hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh

what a page turner! and thank god it was bc it was 333 pages and i had to get through it all last week... wish me luck with the 360 pages book i have to read this week

I Think Our Son Is Gay, Vol. 4 by Okura, translated by Leighann Harvey

continue to find this very cute, and every time i read this series it reminds me of the wild feeling of my dad gifting me the first volume (being out to my parents has weird side effects like this)

"Postcolonial Studies and the Challenge of Climate Change" by Dipesh Chakrabarty

Selections from an Unfinished Book, "3,000 Years Among the Microbes" by Mark Twain, from Appendix V of Mark Twain: A Biography by Albert Bigelow Paine

^^WILD. human man shrunk down to microscopic scale talking about microbe society and philosphy

S.T. Coleridge on Fancy vs. Imagination

so many student paper proposals...

Ongoing:

Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift, specifically read the first 5 pages of part 2

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

read another chapter of this to the gf! every so often i interrupted myself to complain about weird word choices. seriously... "armed" used as a verb to mean "wipe sweat of one's forehead with their arm"???? bad

[sims4simplestories]

The Leighanne family loves to sit together and talk <3 !!!! I love this family so much!

[jaysficarchive]

Villain's Wife Support Group

Chapter 4: Hollow's Eve

Synopsis: A day in the life of Eve.

@mayameanderings @calciumcryptid @floof-ghostie

Eve looked over the results of the day's heists. Jewelry, cash, designer clothing, even a few credit cards. She was proud of how the Railyard Ghouls outdid themselves each time. Who needed a group of elite, experienced henchmen when you had highly creative teenage girls?

"D' y' like it, Miss Eve?" LeighAnne, one of the Ghouls, asked. She was a young girl who had an obsession with vampires to the point where she wore fake teeth. "We worked really hard this time."

"I do. Ya girls did a good job." Eve set the gains aside for later.

It was just her and the girls since Hollow was on the run. Almost a month since his disappearance and authorities had no luck tracking him down. No matter what methods they employed, capturing the elusive fugitive seemed like a fever dream.

Not like Eve would tell them anything, either.

"We woulda got more if it weren't for that one girl that snake hired," Hortencia, another Ghoul, scoffed. She was around the same age as LeighAnne and the others as well as the leader of the Railyard Ghouls. "The hell was her name again?"

"Barracuda?" Eve replied.

"No, she got a new one. I'll think of her name later."

The snake in question was a woman who went by the name Diamondback, one of--if not the biggest--crime bosses in the South.

For years, a feud raged between Hollow and Diamondback. Everything started when she used his railroads to move her products. Diamondback bombed the tracks when the authorities tried to stop her. Hollow didn't like that. Not only was she on his turf, but also destroying tracks he worked so hard to lay.

As revenge, Hollow and the Railyard Ghouls attacked her trains ending in them either destroying or stealing her cargo. It filled him with delight everytime a train of hers went back to her empty.

In retaliation, Diamondback hired a woman named Barracuda, a former vigilante from Oaklahoma, to guard her contraband. Everything about her was more fearsome than her boss. From the way she carried herself to the violence from her hand. Rumor had it she shot her own sister and left her for dead.

Barracuda proved to be trouble for both Hollow and the Ghouls.

The recent battle was the reason he went on the run. Eve remembered it well. The plan was spectacular on paper but in person was even better. It ended with Barracuda getting shot in the chest twice at point blank range, the blown up train on fire, and several cops dead or injured. Better than fireworks in her opinion.

Many thought robberies by the Railyard Ghouls would stop with Hollow's absence. He always allowed them to escape so the police couldn't arrest them. Reporters called them a group of meek little wannabes.

Unfortunately, the Ghouls proved to be a force with or without Hollow. To deepen the wound, those same reporters were some of the Ghouls' latest victims.

"Yall want some seafood boil?"

The girls rushed to the kitchen. They sat at the table excited for Eve's signature dish. Scents of cajun and spicy garlic filled the air, the girls talked among themselves about the latest trends, celebrity gossip, and all the other things teen girls talked about.

"You done anything interesting, Miss Eve?" Gisella, another Ghoul, asked.

"I joined a support group for women married to villains." Eve stirred the pot. "Found them on Facebook."

The girls were interested. Eve never really talked about her personal life beyond her relationship with Hollow so news like this was very welcome.

"Are they also villains?" Hortensia asked.

"Nope. Most of 'em are regular ole ladies. You'd be surprised at some of the names I done heard in the meetings." Eve added the finishing touches to her seafood boil. She let it sit for a few minutes to really let the flavor get in there.

In the meantime, she talked some more about the support group. The girls listened with curiosity as she described a few of the members.

"Then there's Brandice. She's one of them hippies."

"Does she live in a camper?"

"She does sometimes with her husband. And you wanna know who that is?"

"Probably some hippie guy gone bad." LeighAnne giggled. Her joke elicited laughter from the others including Eve herself.

"Or maybe a biker. Hippies used to love those guys." Gisella giggled.

"Close. It's Rainbow Raider." Eve pulled out a big spoon to make each girl a plate. Once done, she handed the Ghouls their dinner before making herself some.

"He fights one of them Justice Leaguers. The red one that goes fast."

Hortensia sucked her teeth as she stood up to get a soda out the fridge. "That ain't too specific, Miss Eve. A lot of 'em are red and go fast."

"Is he a thief?" Tia, the last Ghoul, asked in between eating.

Eve poured herself a cup of sweet tea. "I wouldn't know. All I know is that Brandice seems to be a nice lady. A schoolteacher."

The rest of dinner was spent talking about the Ghouls' personal lives and gossip.

Later that night before Eve went to bed, she decided to go on a walk not too far from her home. Though she'd long gotten used to Hollow's absences, she still missed him. Just because they were frequent didn't make them easier.

Guess I'll see you soon, sugah, Eve thought to herself as she returned.

[morebedsidebooks]

Mushroom Pup Volume 2 by Kimama Aoboshi

Six months passing in story time, almost two years from when the volume was originally scheduled in English and Kinoko Inu Mushroom Pup Volume 2 is finally here! Though, the official date for it seems to be November 2016. Still, I’m pleased the quirky and charming Mushroom Pup by Kimama Aoboshi is continuing in English. Of course, just how much more might be seen in English with six Japanese volumes currently and ongoing is unclear. It’s sad when a different, surprising, and emotionally resonate story is easily lost in a pile of books on the market and publisher woes.

Mushroom Pup remains a touching and interesting slice-of-life comic about an author, his friends, and one unusual doggy companion. While I recommended it to people who have lost a pet before, volume 2 also might be enjoyable for those who have an interest in wild mushrooms or mycology. Two chapters where the characters go mushroom hunting was the highlight of the book for me. Aoboshi also talks in the afterword about attending a mushroom show in Kyoto.

Unfortunately, Akadot is the only place offering volume 2 at the moment. I probably paid more than I should have getting the second volume. But I’m going to be moving soon, so I didn’t want to worry about picking it up later. Hopefully other retailers ordered stock and get it in too.

Kinoko Inu Mushroom Pup by Kimama Aoboshi Volume 2 is available in English translated by Leighann Harvey, lettering Laura Scoville, in print from DMP, suggested for 13+

[kylejsugarman]

Good morning syd! Today is gonna be a great day!

When you get a chance, what are some fun facts about Demi? What is her favorite movie? Why did she want to become a vet? 🥰

thank u leighanne, today has been a good day so far!!!!! and omg do i ever love to talk about demi, she is!!!!!! its actually so funny u asked about her fave movie because thats something ive always had in mind for her for whatever random reason. her favorite movie is "back to the future" because it was one of the movies the family had on VHS as a kid, so demi and her siblings would watch it over and over. she's seen it a million times and knows that it's a little corny, but she adores it and usually plays the soundtrack while she's doing paperwork in her office or cleaning up exam rooms.

she wanted to become a vet because she always loved animals and enjoyed biology and medicine, but she specifically chose it as her path when she started volunteering at the animal shelter as a preteen/teenager just to get out of her house. helping the animals there and just enjoying their (theoretically) quiet company made her feel so fulfilled and happy, and she just knew that she was meant to be around animals. people can make her nervous even though she's nurturing by nature, so applying that natural trait of hers to animals (who don't judge or resent) was a perfect fit for her.

additional demi fun facts because she is an angel!!: her favorite color is purple (still cant believe u figured that out for ur first drawing of her), she really enjoys reading but specifically reading weird sci-fi and experimental fiction, she's genuinely horrible at cooking and basically subsisted on ramen and salad kits for her entire academic career, she runs hot and does NOT think it's funny when jesse puts his cold hands/feet on her when they're in bed, and she eventually gets a small tattoo on her upper arm after admiring jesse's for so long of a bow and arrow ("ayuluk" roughly translates to Warrior) where the arrow's tipped with a heart

[myobmaya]

me: “leighanne call me so we can brain storm this next chapter and get it out”

also me: *proceeds to ignore her when she talks about what she wants to happen bc I got distracted by Joseph Quinn gifs, sends her memes and tells her about the anon messages in my askbox*

[loveshotzz]

I could listen to Cold’s Stupid Girl on repeat for the rest of my life and I’d be happy about it.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Of course I’m here. Big surprise.

I’d love some soft!dom energy from countryclub!steve when we’re being a little needy. 😇

Leighanne my beloved 👹 18+

“No, no, Thursday should be fine— mhmm. Well, talk to Richard and see what he says, surely we can’t push it much further—”

You knew fine well Steve was still on his call, you could hear his voice through his office door, his tired, bored tone sighing into the receiver. He’d told you ten minutes though, and well, that had been twenty minutes ago.

So you didn’t feel too guilty when you snuck in, lips pressed together to hide your smile and Steve glanced at you with surprise as you closed the oak door behind you. His whole office smelled like him, like leather and whisky and expensive cologne. He was sat behind his desk, an impressive thing made of dark wood and topped with a forest green leather covering.

There were files all over it, receipts and email print outs, an open cigar case that hadn’t been touched yet, a glass of something amber that was yet to be drunk. Steve looked tired, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, the white linen rolled past his elbows, his suit jacket thrown across the sofa on the other side of the room. You watched him take a hand through his hair and he smiled at you as he listened to whoever was droning on.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, though.

So you took it upon yourself to wiggle between the desk and Steve’s legs, smiling when he shifted for you, rolling back on the wheels of the chair, his cell still pressed to his ear. He didn’t seem to be listening as intently as before when you dropped into his lap.

“What? Yeah, no, no, of course. Surely we can have the meeting over a conference call?”

You weren’t sure what meeting this call was regarding but you busied yourself with sneaking a hand into Steve’s open shirt, your palm finding warm skin and a smattering of chest hair. You felt his heart race under your fingertips, grinning when his eyes turned a little glassy and his gaze dropped to your lips.

“I’m listening,” he murmured into the phone, lying through his teeth. His hips moved under yours, adjusting himself until his hardening cock was felt properly under your ass. “New York, sure…” he trailed off, coughing a little when you leaned in to kiss at his throat.

You squirmed against him, dress riding up your thighs, Steve’s hand trailing the cotton, his eyes following behind. You watched him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, his expression appreciative. You wondered how far he’d let you take this, if he’d let you sink to your knees under his desk and—

“Hold on a sec, Fred— yeah, two seconds, I just gotta—” Steve pulled the phone away from his face, his hand covering the mouthpiece. He raised his brows at you, doing his best to hide his smile as he leaned in, nose nudging yours. “Did you need somethin’, honey?”

You pouted, dress strap slipping off your shoulder as you played up for him, lips brushing his. “You,” you whispered, as if it were a secret.

Steve smirked, a salacious thing that still made your thighs push together. He tapped at your hip then, coaxing you off of him and you wanted to tut, you wanted to protest. But the man didn’t give you any time to feel offended, nor rejected. He knocked his knuckles onto the top of his desk and nodded towards it.

“Gimme your underwear, baby and hop up.”

You blinked, lips parting.

“You got five seconds, honey, or you can wait ‘til this call is done, your choice,” Steve murmured in a song-song, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He wiggled the phone that he was still doing his best to silence. “Drop ‘em.”

With your hands curling into the sides of lace, you pulled the underwear off of your hips and down your legs, your dress rucked up indecently as you did, showing your fiancé a flash of bare skin, soft and wet in the places he liked most. You worried with the papers strewn everywhere, trying your best to gather them into a neat pile but Steve spoke from behind you once more.

“Five, four…”

You stifled a laugh, shoving them to the side before hopping onto the cool wood and Steve grinned, victorious. He moved back, the wheels of his chair skating across the floor as he settled himself in front of you. “Yeah, yeah I’m here, apologies. You were saying? New York?” Steve didn’t miss a beat as he took your underwear from your hand, stuffed them in his pocket and tapped at your knee.

You knew what he wanted, what he was silently saying.

Open.

You felt your face warm as you spread your legs, sticky thighs parting as you bared yourself to the man in the dim glow of the setting sun and the lamp on his sideboard. Steve’s lips parted, a barely audible groan coming from his chest that he covered with a cough. He used one hand to settle your feet on either side of his seat, keeping you wide for him, your cunt on show as you sat back on your elbows, waiting for his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long.

A single finger, used to trace up and down the seam of your folds, gathering the wetness there, slow and shallow. He was barely touching your clit.

“I’m sure that’ll work,” he was saying. His eyes didn’t leave yours. “If we manage to secure the Parker funding, I can’t imagine it’ll be too much trouble.”

He pulled his hand back to drag his finger over his tongue, humming at your taste and apparently something his colleague was saying. Steve didn’t miss a beat when he brought it back once more, immediately sliding his middle finger into your pussy. You whined, cutting yourself off short with teeth to your lip and Steve stilled, throwing you a warning glance.

“Oh, of course,” he continued, as if he weren’t knuckles deep in you. “If we can manage to get it into the schedule that day, we might as well go for it…” he curled his finger up before adding another, grinning when you threw your head back. “…I’m sure it’ll be a tight fit.”

Withdrawing, he leaned forward, nudging at your chin to gain your attention and Steve brushed his fingers over your lips. He pouted at you, waiting. You opened without hesitation, showing off as you stuck out your tongue and let Steve drag his slick covered digits over it. His thumb brushed your cheek in reward and then he settled back into his seat, using the same two fingers to draw circles over your clit.

A slow, soft tease, steady and messy, over and over and over—

“No, you’re fine, Fred.” Steve smirked at you, brows knitting together in faux sympathy as you screwed your face up in pleasure. He was going to make you cum while you couldn’t make a sound. “I’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

I know it's a controversial topic, so apologies and feel free to just disregard if you don't want to talk about it, but I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the way that Louis has chosen to present his fatherhood. I'm like you, I think it's important as fans to accept that this is how Louis is choosing to present himself (even if you don't believe him), so I don't mean the choice to do so, but more the specific ways he's chosen to do so.

The thing that I've sometimes struggled with and that makes me wonder is that the trend/dominant cultural idea, especially for celebrities, seems to have solidly moved toward not showing children's faces, keeping them out of the spotlight, a focus on maintaining their privacy, etc (as I've seen a lot of people point out, Bear is only one year younger and we've never even seen his face), but the specific way that Louis chose to present himself as a father seems to go against that trend (bringing him to the LA show in view of fans, including him in the photos that Louis' family posts, and obviously including him in the documentary). Maybe I'm in the minority, but it has always seemed to me like the former, private approach was a clear alternative, and one that at least I would find a more compelling presentation of fatherhood. Louis could have chosen not to do the things I mentioned and in one or multiple interviews, mention the ways that Freddie's early life was made public to an almost excruciating degree and say that he wants to try to protect him from the spotlight and public scrutiny as much as he can. But Louis didn't choose to do that, and did choose to go the route he did, and I don't have any real theory or explanation for that choice but I do find it interesting, especially because it's not the current norm and because he is so otherwise focused on privacy.

I disagree about the current norm - I think there are a wide range of approaches to parenting and privacy among celebrities (as wide as there are among normal people). Just look at Little Mix - Leighanne doesn't show her children's faces and Perrie does. I don't think this requires any explanation any more than the variation in the way people I know show their kids on social media - people have different views and approaches.

[lannpaige-blog]

There are times I really want to post about books and music and other stuff I’m interested in, but I have a lot of followers now and I’m worried that people will get annoyed with the non-Sanders Sides things.

I was called annoying by peers a lot. I mean, a lot. I actually lost friends when I was a kid and the main reason people sited for not wanting to be friends with me was because I was annoying. It’s part of having ADHD when you’re a kid and I get that, but I’m so sensitive to rejection that the fear of being annoying drives almost every social interaction I do in person and most of them online. My last break up really didn’t help with that either.