#listened to the men's voices... which is my favourite thing to do when it comes to otoge

[stargazedwinchester]

Soft Sounds | Dean

Summary: Dean mocks you for listening to nature sounds/lo-fi music while you sleep.

Based off of this request here, thank you! <3

Word count: 996

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Sleeping with any sort of noise has always been so comforting for you, having to live with the loud sounds of the world, all of the trauma you've endeavoured keeps you awake at night, memories creeping back from the most horrific times in your life.

You bought yourself your own little white noise machine a week ago, it makes multiple different sounds, and your favourites are lo-fi music and rain/thunder sounds. It's not every night that you have to use this, though, but it really does help. Especially with sleeping alone, your brain loves to play tricks on you during your quietest hours.

Tonight, you turn on your machine, clicking the button on top to change which sound you'd prefer to hear tonight. Your door is slightly ajar, knowing that the brothers were in the kitchen sharing a couple of beers and catching up. You had already told them you're going to have an early night for once and try to catch up on a lot of sleep you've missed out on recently. Doing this could probably help your awful sleep schedule.

You change into your pyjamas, a t-shirt and shorts combo that you threw on from the night before. Trying to look good while you slept is never the first thought since you literally live with two men who couldn't give any less of a crap, also, you're not dating either of them. You climb into bed and throw the covers over you, moving your hair out of your face, and lay on your side. Scrolling through your phone, you try to focus on the sounds coming from your machine, and within minutes, you're knocked out.

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As Sam and Dean call it a night, Sam stays to watch a movie in the main room, whilst Dean makes his way down toward the bedrooms. He notices your bedroom door is still slightly open, and he assumes you're awake.

"Hey, Y/-" He pauses, seeing you're fast out with your phone screen lit up, the lights still on and some noise coming from a weird-looking radio. He frowns, not knowing what is going on. He very quietly makes his way into your bedroom, and locks your phone, placing it on your bedside table. He dims the lights as he pads on over to your radio. "What the Hell is this?" He asks himself, keeping his voice just above a whisper. He glances at the tiny screen that presents what's playing. "She sleeps to this?" He scoffs, and a small grin appears on his face. He looks back at you, huffing. "This is such a Y/N thing to have." He says, standing back up and glancing over at you. Why would she ever own something like this? He thought to himself. It's stupid.

Your positioning in bed makes Dean chuckle to himself. You quite literally take up the whole bed, sprawled out like a starfish. It's mostly funny to him because of how cute you look when you're completely conked out. Your hair in your face, your shirt slightly riding up your torso from the amount of times you've tried to get comfy. "Hold on, is that my shirt?" He laughs quietly, admiring how natural you are.

Dean usually goes for the typical blonde, blue-eyed type of girl. The ones that show that they know they're sexy, that they can get any man they desire, but you - you were different. You never gave a damn about how you looked. If someone liked you, you'd make sure they get every single side of you, every single flaw and weakness. Having Dean see you completely barefaced and look like you just collapsed on your bed was the least of your worries.

Dean's gaze hovers over you for another minute or so, he catches himself smiling, noticing how comfy you are. You shuffle, which scares him a little, panicking that you're going to wake up to him watching you sleep.

"Dean?"

"Y-yeah?" He whispers, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"What are you doing in here?" You groan, wiping your hair out of your face, barely opening your eyes. "I um, heard your little radio thing and... I got curious." He says, an awkward smile appearing on his full lips. He reaches up and scratches the back of his head. You hum quietly in agreement with what he said. Whether Dean understood or not, it didn't matter. "Are you staying?" You mumble, shuffling yourself to the side to make more room. You quietly pat the side of the bed, inviting Dean to join you.

His heart skipped a beat. Sharing a bed with the only girl who genuinely liked him for him? It's almost unbelievable.

"Are you sure? I can go back to my room-"

"Dean, just get in." You say, pulling the covers open for him. His eyes lit up and the smile on his face looked as if it had been slapped on. He takes off his flannel shirt revealing his dark grey t-shirt underneath, and also taking his jeans off down to his underwear. He gently sits down on your bed, ensuring there's still enough space for you. He keeps his space, though, not wanting to give any wrong ideas. "Why were you looking at my machine?" You say, and Dean grins. "It looks weird. Why do you sleep with it?"

"It's to help me sleep."

"It's to help me sleep," He mocks, shutting his eyes. "Just sleep in silence, it's not that hard." He adds, and you huff. "So funny." You grin, slowly moving closer toward him. "It's nice though, really nice..." He trails, his eyes are fully shut, and his body is relaxing. "Come here," He says, adjusting himself so he's lying slightly above you, and you move in to lay on his chest, your leg intertwined with his. He keeps his arm rested above his head, his other hand caressing your hair. "This is nice," He mumbles, almost instantly drifting to sleep.

[writerdream22]

requested by: anonymous, I really hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing (platonic): Chandler Bing x reader

prompt used: “I told you that I'd never leave you. I'm not going anywhere”

warnings: none. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors a/n: it has been some time since I have either written or posted anything on this platform. This first year of uni has been quite difficult, but I will try to fulfill all of the requests that I have received throughout all of this summer!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!

You had lost all your trust in people.

Men in particular.

When you realised that your longtime boyfriend had been "having fun" with one of his colleagues (who he’s told you was just a friend) for six months, you tried to find ways to resolve the matter in the most responsible way.

First, you tried to resonate with the guy, who promptly started accusing you of neglecting him and your relationship and justified his cheating in the most absurd ways.

Even though you had started the discussion with somewhat good intentions, the rage and hatred you felt against who you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with won against your better judgement. So you kicked him and his mistress out of the house, then you threw all of his things and everything he had ever gifted you out of the window.

As soon as the whole ordeal came to an end, you fell to the ground and started crying uncontrollably. 

You normally would have called your friends and asked for their comfort. This time, however, you felt the need to be alone and process the whole thing by yourself. 

Even though you received quite a few calls, you let them all go to voicemail and cried yourself to sleep for a few days in a row.

A week after the breakup you heard a knock on your door. The person was rather insistent, because even though you were not answering, they kept going.

“Y/n, it’s me, Chandler. Please, open up” your eyes widened as you realised that your best friend was standing in the hallway.

“Go away!” you shouted, as you sat on your sofa.

“Come on, I bought your favourite food. And some coffee. I figured you might need it”

You sat up, and hesitated if you should either open the door or not. Just as you were about to turn the handle, you heard Chandler’s voice again.

“Ok, let’s put it that way” he said “If you don’t open up now, I will break in. And I know how much you like the new wooden frame that you put on your door”.

Your eyes widened. Chandler wouldn’t do such a thing now, would he?

“Yes, I will actually do it, Y/n”. It seemed like he had read your mind.

Needless to say, you pondered your choices and opted to let your best friend in.

“God… you look- terrible”

“Yeah, I know” you scoffed, as Chandler walked through the door “What do you want?”

“I did actually bring you food, you know? And refreshments, too” he responded, gesturing to the plastic bag that he was holding. He quickly reached into it and pulled out a plastic coffee cup.

You softly smiled, taking it from his hands, then put it down on your counter in order to prevent it from spilling onto your carpet.

“The food’s already cold, so we can wait to eat it if you’d like” Chandler responded, to which you responded with a nod indicating that you preferred to eat later.

The two of you sat down on your couch, facing each other. You knew that there were questions to be answered, so you prepared yourself for your best friend’s interrogation.

“So, you and him-” he began.

“Yes. We broke up”

“Because he-”

“He cheated on me with that colleague of his. The one we all met at that party. Rachel had told me that there was something wrong about her, but I didn’t listen” you paused “You, too, had told me that you didn’t like him as soon as you saw him. And- I am so dumb” 

Just as you were beginning to recount the whole story, you started crying. Obviously, Chandler immediately hugged you as tight as he could in order to show you that you were safe.

“Shh, I know, I know. He’s a scum” he asserted “And he’s stupid for leaving you”

“You’re not leaving me too, are you?” you sobbed. 

You genuinely fear that, eventually, each and every one of your friends was going to leave you because of a particular flaw that you had or because you were too annoying for them. But at the same time, you had known Chandler, Monica and the others for quite some time so if they were truly annoyed by you they would have said so earlier.

“When we graduated college, I told you that I’d never leave you, Y/n” Chandler said, as he held you in his arms and gently stroked your hair “I’m not going anywhere”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course! You’re stuck with me! Now, let’s celebrate this new era of you and not think about the bad stuff, huh?”

[loverlessnight]

My Favourite Polin FanFiction: Angst or Hurt/Comfort

Cruel & Unusual: A Tale of Personal Growth: Penelope Featherington is officially over Colin Bridgerton. Deservedly so. She’d worked tirelessly over the last twelve months to move on from him. She’d listened to Lizzo on repeat, read every self-help book under the sun, been to therapy, and even changed the plot of her novel from a coming-of-age romance to a zombie thriller in a world devoid of men. In fact, she was seeing someone, not exclusively, but it was certainly heading in that direction. She’d done everything in her power to move on from her stupid, heart-wrenching, soul-destroying crush. Everything short of having a lobotomy. Which was why it was a tad concerning that she’d just shagged him.

i'll use you as a warning sign: The words on his body sound like Lady Whistledown. His soulmate - the person meant to capture his body and heart, his partner and love of his life - ruins lives. Perhaps it makes sense that she’s already ruined his. — Or, soulmate AU where the words you write show up on your soulmate's skin.

Ruin: “Perhaps you should take a seat,” said Violet. Colin wouldn't remember the details of what his mother told him next. He would remember her hand warm on his knee, her eyes wide with concern, her voice gentle as velvet. All of it in stark contrast to the devastating news she shared. Penelope was ruined.

I'm Having His Baby: Penelope Featherington has a drunken one-night stand with her best friend, Colin Bridgerton, and there are major consequences. They now have to figure out how to mend the pieces of their broken friendship all while navigating this complicated and life-changing journey they've found themselves on together.

a father's son: 12 yo colin choosing to immediately leave the family for eton after edmund's death & preferring staying there over the holidays bc everyone always told him he looked exactly like his dad & colin couldnt bear the pained look violet gave him whenever he reminded her of her husband — or a love letter to colin bridgerton.

souvenirs of the grand tour: Something about her words seemed so familiar. Like a song that had already been stuck in his head. Or: writers fall in love as readers do -- through words.

Secret Love Song: The night before Penelope marries Lord Debling, Colin leaves Mayfair, shutting his family and the world out. Five long and silent years later, Violet's sudden illness brings him home... back to London and the woman who never stopped loving him.

buried in the shallow grave: In a world where the marriage ritual leaves a permanent mark on you, the word that reflects your match’s first impression of you appears in your skin. On her wrist, visible to anyone close enough to read it, was written her word with golden letters. Shallow.

Green is Gold: A torrential storm forces a couple of visitors to unexpectedly stay the night at Number Five.

the fall of a wallflower: Penelope knew something wasn't right in her being when she saw Colin Bridgerton raise his glass and announce Marina as his wife. She assumed it was envy. But when the purple welts appeared on her skin and the fainting spells became recurrent, she recognized that her situation was not as logical as the sky is blue, the grass is green, and the love for Pen did not reach his chest. It wasn't jealousy and envy that grew inside her. They were flowers. Flowers, the fruit of her unrequited love for Colin. Penelope Featherington was dying, and the only thing that could save her was Colin Bridgerton's love.

Dancing Around the Truth: On the final night of the 1815 season, after spending months attempting to win back her favor, Colin finds himself alone with Penelope. Just when it seems like their relationship might return to what it once was, Penelope relays some distressing information. Matters do not get any simpler when, just a few days later, he learns that she has fallen ill. With the rest of the Ton already departed from Mayfair, Colin finds himself in Penelope's company once again. Closer than they've ever been before.

dissolved into water: Penelope has been taught very little about the change that will take place upon her coming of age. But that should not matter. The Featheringtons have always been betas, unaffected by the fate-altering pheremones that draw alphas and omegas to each other. Penelope shall be no exception. After crossing paths with Colin Bridgerton, she finds that truth harder to bear. A thought occurs to her: what harm could come of delaying the change for a while?

august: Penelope Featherington is house-sitting for Violet, and Colin comes home early from his travels.

Stay: Penelope's not in love with him. She's not. It doesn't seem to matter anyway.

City Lights: Sometimes she wonders what people would say if they knew that Penelope Featherington was Colin Bridgerton's booty call. Felicity would probably spin it into some grand adventure, casting Penelope as the lonely figure stood on some moonlight shore as she waited for her lover to return. Eloise would undoubtedly be violently sick and then call her an idiot... and Penelope, well Penelope could hardly believe it herself. It has to stop though. It has to.

Soft: Penelope and Colin fool around whilst hungover at Aubrey Hall, and turn their relationship upside down

back to who we are: Just because People has resolved herself to a lifetime of spinsterhood in the Featherington household, does not mean she needs no opportunity to occasionally escape. She had not anticipated one such escape coming in the form of a sick Colin Bridgerton, just back from travelling and requesting her assistance at Number Five while the rest of the Bridgertons are at Aubrey Hall. Nor had she anticipated just how difficult it would be to prevent herself from getting swept back up into the orbit of the man she's always loved. If she can ignore her heart while she takes care of him, she’ll be a far stronger woman for it.

Remembering Mrs. Bridgerton: When Colin awakens, the world as he knows it has changed.

[wcnderlnds]

baby it's cold outside | peter maximoff

CHRISTMAS ADVENT - DAY FOUR

・❥・summary: its snowing so you and peter build a snowman・❥・warnings: none!・❥・word count: 1.3k・❥・authors note: there'll be a second part to this! i had to split it up because the second part is smutty and i want the christmas fics to be fluffy. you can join my taglist here!

Peter Maximoff wasn’t someone who enjoyed being outside. He’d much rather stay indoors playing on his arcade machines or watching one of his favourite movies. It was how he’d always been. Growing up, he’d never had many friends so there had been no need to even bother spending time outside like normal kids would. The only times he really went out were when he wanted to steal something for himself or when he had a mission with the other X-Men. His mom had begged him to get outside more - to go make friends, see something other than the four walls of his basement but he never listened. The only person he’d go out for most of the time was you but even then sometimes it was a struggle trying to even get him out of the front door. He always caved in eventually. Peter had a soft spot for you – anyone could see it from a mile away apart from you apparently. 

Peter had been your best friend since the moment you had met him the day he’d saved everyone at the mansion. Unfortunately, you had been one of the people trapped inside but the speedster had come to the rescue. You hadn't appreciated getting thrown into a huge blanket though, chewing him out the second you saw him. That was how the friendship had started. Peter had often found himself seeking you out and vice versa. Most of the time it was him telling you to come hang out with him which you’d happily oblige. His basement was where you spent most of your time together but very occasionally you’d persuade him to come and hang out at the X-Mansion with you.

Today was one of those days. Peter had stayed over the night and being ever the gentleman he was, he had slept on the floor. Every time he stayed over you practically begged him to sleep in the bed with you but he refused. The thought of him being uncomfortable on the floor never sat right with you. His excuse was that he respected you too much but you trusted him. You knew Peter would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. The thing was Peter didn’t trust himself. Being in the same bed as you, your body so close to him? Yeah, there was no way he’d be able to keep his feelings in check and his hands to himself. The friendship would be ruined immediately. Maybe he was crazy about you but he was so certain you didn’t feel the same way. That was fine. Or that’s what he told himself anyway. He could cope with that.

“Peter!” Your cheerful voice snapped him out of his daydreams, his eyes shooting over in your direction. There you were, leaning out of the window with your hand outstretched.

“I told you before that if you want to jump, at least give me a warning so I can get a snack to watch,” he snickered, making his way over to you. His hand rested on the small of your back as he approached, instantly seeing what you were so excited about.

Snow. There must have been a blizzard during the night and now the whole of the mansion grounds were covered in a white blanket, crystal like snowflakes still falling from the sky. If Peter knew anything, he knew that you loved snow. It was your favourite part of Winter. The way you’d always light up the second you knew it was snowing made his heart do a funny little flip. As he looked at you right now, the biggest smile on your face as you caught snowflakes in your hand, he could feel his heart soaring.

He really had it bad.

“We have to go build a snowman,” You clapped your hands together excitedly, facing Peter. “Please.”

Peter groaned. “Fine, okay. Go get bundled up and I’ll meet you out there.”

He barely had time to register what was happening when you let out an excited squee, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. His hand instantly went up to his cheek as you skipped out of the room. All he could think about was the press of your soft lips against the skin of his cheek. Why did you have to go and do that? Now he wasn't going to be able to think straight all day.

With a hefty sigh, he pulled himself together. All he had to do was get through the day then he could go home and get lost in his thoughts of self pity that the person he was crazy about probably wasn’t into him. Peter pulled on his jacket, grabbing a beanie out of the pocket. Thanks to his mutation he didn’t really feel the cold like other people did. His blood seemed to run faster and warmer so while you would probably be freezing after ten minutes, he’d only feel a slight chill. As he stepped outside, a fond smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You were already rolling snow up into a ball – the start of a snowman taking a place. Your cheeks were rosy with the bitter cold hitting your skin, hands covered with fluffy mittens. You were the cutest person on the planet – that was a fact that Peter would argue with anyone over.

“Yay! You actually left the house,” you grinned, momentarily halting your work on the snow ball. “You must really love me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved her off. “Bit slow, aren’t you?”

“Not all of us can have super speed, Quickie. You do the base, I’ll do the head.” Before you even finished your sentence, Peter was running around in a blur of silver as he gathered the snow, rolling it around to create a big ball for the base of the snowman. “That’s cheating!”

“Nuh-uh, that’s called thinking smart, babe,” Peter laughed, the tip of his nose turning red with the cold. 

“Okay, Rudolph.” You grabbed the ball of snow you’d been working on, lifting it up to place on top of Peter’s. The scarf around your neck was pulled off so you could wrap it around the snowman. “We just need to find some stones and get a ca-”

In the blink of an eye Peter was stood in front of you – carrot and stones in hand, a confident smirk on his face. “You were saying?” He placed them on the snowman you’d built together, taking a step back to admire your work. His arm was thrown casually around your shoulder. It was then he noticed your chattering teeth, your body shaking slightly as the cold took over your body. Without saying a word, he scooped you up into his arms and ran you back into the mansion. He found one of the living rooms, the fire luckily already on as he placed you down in front of it. “Be back in a second.”

You shrugged out of your wet jacket that was covered in snow, the mittens on your hands discarded as you held your palms out in front of the fire to warm yourself up. Snow was amazing, you loved it but you didn’t love the cold. Why couldn’t you be like Peter and have some mutation that made you barely feel it? Instead, you had to sit here feeling like you’d been trapped in the Antarctic for hours. Peter appeared at your side. He threw a blanket over your shoulder, handing you a cup of hot cocoa. He threw himself down beside you, his beanie now in his hand as he shook his head of messy silver hair. “Let's get you warmed up.”

His hands rubbed up and down your arms hoping the friction would create some heat for your poor, cold body. You leaned into his touch which in turn made Peter scoot closer to you. Maybe his body heat would help. He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Thanks, Peter,” you smiled, leaning back to look up into his brown eyes. 

Peter swallowed, his palms suddenly feeling sweaty. The intensity in your eyes, the absolute fondness he saw in them made him more nervous than he wanted to admit. “Anything for you.”

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[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Glynis Johns (Mary Poppins, The Court Jester)—LISTEN, I'd let that woman's voice with all its gravely hoarseness (positive) wash over me all goddamn day, but if that's not enough she managed to play the straight woman to Danny Kaye's jester, all with her cleavage so plunging it might as well have been catapulted into the ocean right after Basil Rathbone

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Glynis Johns:

She walks the line between sexy and cute. Her best role for me is in "The Court Jester as Maid Jean. She's fantastic as the soft but tough captain of the outlaw band and she looks stunning in every gown she wears throughout the film. And of course we can't forget her iconic turn as the suffragette mother, Mrs. Banks, in Mary Poppins! Also shoutout to her distinctive and beautiful voice, kind of smoky and husky. Extremely hot and set her apart from many of her peers."

"She was amazing in Mary Poppins (the Suffragette song is severely underrated) and apparently she was Welsh? National pride! And she advocated for arts funding in Wales, which is very cool. Also, she died recently (RIP) making her one of the last survivors of the Golden Age of Hollywood, according to Wikipedia. Also also, she just has a cheeky energy I like? And her eyes are beautiful!"

"She had this wonderful wit and charm to her no matter the role and the most distinctive, striking voice!"

"I mean, incredibly beautiful and talented, can do drama can do comedy. And she was a mermaid."

"Like Bette Davis she has eyes to die for. Unlike Bette Davis you felt comforted by them, even when she was batting her eyelashes at you. Would glady go to Downing Street with her and throw things at the Prime minister"

"Listen, listen. I was raised on Mary Poppins and "Votes for women! (step in time)" single-handedly taught me how to be a feminist. Also The Court Jester is one of my favourite movies of all time and she is UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, charismatic, funny, and clever in it. She knocks several men out. Absolute icon."

"I love Glynis Johns. Most of the reason is The Court Jester where she's a sensible and capable foil to whatever what going on with Danny Kaye at the time. She was also the first star I based an OC on. An OC that I still have to this day! Anyway here have some YouTube links love u bye"

Mermaid clip:

Court Jester (sharing a bed trope):

Court Jester (seducing the king):

"VOTES FOR WOMEN! Well, votes for this woman. Please."

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist.

[syrenki]

(if you are still wishing for asks, how about:) orchid, azalea, and tigerlily?)

i don't know how i missed this, i'm so sorry!!! but thank you for the ask:) i'm a couple days late, again i apologise, but here goes:

orchid — when you're being extremely quiet, what are you typically thinking of?

it's nothing good to be honest, if i'm being extremely quiet i'm either thinking of terrible things or else thinking of nothing but in a terrible way. anyone who keeps their finger on the pulse and addresses me when this happens is a lifesaver, i don't like being left in that silence of mine unchecked and alone for too long. it grows teeth.

azalea — what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?

how to fight by eartheater, i've seen her live and couldn't be thankful enough. i love how gentle her voice is, but not in a tender-gentle way but rather far-too-spent-to-be-loud way. and the instrumental is so lush and incohesive. someone told me this song is about me, we lost touch quickly after, i've been big on goodbyes but this doesn't read like an epilogue to me, if i survive this summer this will be one of my favourite songs after. wet as a newborn, little horns, little hooves, sure feet, uncut wings, uncut wings, uncut wings.

tigerlily— do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life)

christ, there are honestly so many? i'm not even sure where to start, half the time i don't write them down or anything, i just kind of swallow and digest them and they grow to be part of my body, of my internal vocabulary, and it's impossible to tell what i really thought and what i just heard some years ago and has now resurfaced out of the murky swirls. okay, so these aren't by far my all time favourites because i can't remember them at all at a moment's notice, but here are some random ones i like a lot that are currently popping into my head:

hello, my dear, here's a confession. i will love you the whole winter, and winters here are eternal. - grafitti in russian

god will forgive her the deeds of the heart and serve her raspberry ice cream - oczy tej małej, agnieszka osiecka (roughly translated by me rn, she's a polish poet)

god is not going to be able to put my sorry ass back together once i'm done with my great work - tumblr post by @dogheadhermitsshed

the trouble with you humans is that you are so concerned with staying afloat. go ahead, be gouged open by love. gulp that saltwater, sink beneath the waves. you’re not a boat, you can go under and come up again, with those big old lungs of yours, those hard kicking legs. - on the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the titanic, we reconsider the buoyancy of the human heart, laura lamb brown-lavolie

purity is not of this world. but every 25 years or so, there is a glimmer. a flash. - (?)

every wave is tidal - king's crossing, elliott smith

i am an insane woman for whom houses wink and open their bellies. significance stares at me from everywhere, like a gigantic underlying ghostliness. significance emerges out of dank alleys and sombre faces, leans out of the windows of strange houses. i am constantly reconstructing a pattern of something forever lost and which i cannot forget. i catch the odors of the past on street corners and i am aware of the men who will be born tomorrow. behind windows there are enemies or worshippers. never neutrality or passivity. always intention and premeditation. even stones have for me druidical expressions. - (?), anaïs nin (my ebook broke and now i can't find where this is from!!!)

(also while we're on her topic:) reality doesn't impress me. i only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, i escape, one way or another. no more walls. - the diary of anaïs nin, 1932-1934, anaïs nin

i'll be the gun and i'll be the one who points it to the sky - nichole, flower face

i believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction. - the deadman, georges bataille

laika's still up there. not her body, sure, but her soul is. i saw it through my telescope one night when i was looking for aliens. she was sniffing for table scraps under saturn's ring. she chases comets and bites down on satellites. i saw her napping by neptune, she was kicking her feet. passing through the oort cloud is like the stroke of a hand on her fur. eyes like marbles and four little paws like flames. she bobs through jupiter's moons like cold moscow streets. up there the stars are a great big field. and look, she's running so fast. god damn, look at her go. - tumblr post by @hellforever

not often, but now and again there's a moment when the heart cries aloud: yes, i am willing to be that wild darkness, that long, blue body of light. - whelks, mary oliver

no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. - the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson (basic, i know, sorry, but i do love the book and this opening stirs something inside me.)

is this the glittering world i've been begging for? - manhattan is a lenape word, natalie diaz

i hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a family party. i hope you can hear the laughter from the next room - twitter post by @ petfurniture

there are more things in heaven and earth, horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy - hamlet, william shakespeare (listen. do not laugh at me. year after year these words ring more and more true.)

anyhow you had to perish hamlet you were not for life

you believed in crystal notions not in human clay

always twitching as if asleep you hunted chimeras

wolfishly you crunched the air only to vomit

you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe

- elegy of fortinbras, zbigniew herbert (the theme is a pure coincidence, i just happen to love this poem and i thought of it as soon as i attached the quote above)

very early in my life it was too late - the lover, marguerite duras

i don't paint dreams or nightmares, i paint my own reality - frida kahlo whenever she was called a surrealist painter

nobody's had more shots at the moon, and missed, than me - tired of singing the blues, lana del rey

there should be just one safe placein the world, i mean this world. people get hurt here. people fall down and stay down and i don’t like the way the song goes. - road music, richard siken

i'll be the gun and i'll be the one who points it to the sky - nichole, flower face

you can die now.

you can die now as

people were meant to die:

great,

victorious,

hearing the music,

being the music,

roaring,

roaring,

roaring.

- splash, charles bukowski

i sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. i like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing. - death comes to me again, a girl, dorianne laux

and in the same trail of thought:

when you die, you walk into the cold unknown hand in hand with a girl you met once when you were five in a hotel pool and her hand is warm. - tumblr post by @vampireghostlawyer

there are. so many. i'm so sorry. sending love.

[bear-ann]

So here are the events from last night.

Sorry it’s so long and ranty beauties but I am still just so livid, you don’t need to read it at all because I understand we like this to be a positive place and I apologise for bringing my shit here but I just don’t have that many people that listen to me in life so I always find it helpful talking with you girls.

And by the way, this was totally out of character for this person, I have known him as a friend for years. But I guess this guy thinks that if you’re going to get to the girlfriend stage, he no longer needs to be nice. I have been love bombed and manipulated 1000%! Even that stunt with the flowers for my neighbour yesterday just all seems like a fake good guy act now.

So, I have a lot of personal issues, one of them being anxiety in huge crowds and when it’s extremely loud.

I didn’t used to have this, it’s developed after a traumatic event, which he was there for by the way so he knows this! It’s never been a secret that I suffer from this and he’s never let on it’s a problem and he’s fully aware of it.

Let’s also bare in mind, I had no clue where we were going because it was all a surprise and he said it was all ‘curated to me’ so I’m obviously thinking, he knows I have severe crowd anxiety, I’m sure he’s thought it through and I trusted him.

So he picks me up, I ask where we’re going and he said the first place was my favourite bar.

Now mind you, I normally frequent this bar during the mid-week when it’s just regulars and not a lot of people. The music is always on pretty low, it’s a pretty calming atmosphere for me.

However, because it was a Saturday I knew it would probably be so busy so I’m instantly panicking but I was trying to be nice about it and decided we’d give it a go.

So we get there, and in all fairness he had booked us a table so we did have somewhere to sit but people were packed in there like sardines!

Standing wedged to our table and everything so it’s instantly too busy and loud and I was internally freaking out.

And there were a group of middle aged men who were making me feel very uncomfortable with how they were looking at me, which didn’t help.

But I was trying to mask it and not make it his problem even though I was a little pissed that this was supposed to be an evening designed for me, yet the first thing we do is the worst thing he could have me do! But I still went about ordering my corn dog, attempting to make conversation.

Then it just got too much, all the noise and hustle and bustle was so overwhelming so I asked if we could do what he had planned next and we left. And this was me being polite because with how anxious I was, I just wanted to go home.

So we start walking around the corner, I have no clue where we’re going and we arrive at yet another bar!

Then he says ‘I know you like the brand of tequila they have in here’ in a voice that gave the impression he thought he was automatically coming back to my apartment with me if I had tequila.

So at this point I’m just pissed off, but it didn’t look too busy from the outside so I forced myself to go in, with the intention to talk to him in there about how I was feeling and that I wanted to leave.

So we go inside, yet again way too busy and there was what seemed to be a bachelor party group in there, so you can imagine the vibe and rowdiness in there does not mix well with how I was feeling, so I walked straight back out.

Then out comes so called ‘buddy’ pissed at me!

He said that I’m spoiling the night, giving it a negative vibe and acting like a brat!

Mind you ladies, I had not even complained once and I had plastered the most realistic fake smile on my face that I could muster, this entire time.

So I said something along the lines of being pissed off because I just thought he’d have taken the fact that it’s a busy Saturday into consideration when planning to go to bars, and you know what this motherfucker said?!

He said ‘This is ridiculous! This is pathetic!’ Pathetic! The douchebag called me pathetic!

So I called a taxi and got my butt outta there!

He has since bombarded my phone with rude texts, phone calls and voicemails all early hours of the morning.

Just what the fuck. I have nothing more to say than what the actual fuck was that?!

[autumn-foxfire]

It's been a while but it's time for me to continue my watch of Magic Kaito 1412.

Okay, so the painting remained on Toichi dressed as KID... surely not a dangerous thing to be showing when you live next to the cop who is obsessed with your alter ego.

God, Kaito listening to his father's voice and speaking to him as if he is actually there... I want to murder this man, I seriously do.

Oh this episode is the introduction to Akako.

I forgot how homophobic Akako's introduction is. "All men love you," no they don't, some men love other men, which is why Kaito is also completely unaffected by you as you're not a shrunken detective who is always chasing him.

Aoko: I'm interest in you so I'm going to give you chocolate as I talk about how romantic the moonlight will be

Kaito who is not interested in the slightest and already gone before she can even finish and hasn't even accepted her chocolate to go get it from everyone else:

Aoko you are not straight. Just fall in love with Akako and ditch the comphet you feel for Kaito.

Ah, Kaito having bad luck on Valentines day, that inspired that really funny fic where Shinichi and Kaito trade luck.

I would not blush if someone used me to dry their hands. In fact, I'd get annoyed. But I forgot girls are just supposed to love it when men are complete pricks to them <.< Seriously, why does Kaito and Aoko get so much slack compared to Shinichi and Ran's relationship when it's really just as terrible.

I find it really funny that Gosho ignores Akako's entire existence when it comes to the cross over, though. But he expects us to believe he has actually planned anything to do with this crossover.

Kaito's earlier heists really show how unrefined they used to be.

Where'd the blood go?

Also it's not good to leave evidence like that behind. They can find out a lot by looking into your blood.

I hate Akako's sorceror outfit. Truly designed by a man who wanted to make her look "exotic" <.< God she's not thought out at all.

AOKO YOU DESERVE BETTER.

Akako is basically a spoiled rich kid who has had everything go her own way all her life and the first time she's told no she pulls a massive tantrum.

Honestly, I wish this was the reason Akako wants KID. Because she's been raised to hate the people she view as "con men" who make a "mockery" of what is her life. Instead of the "all men must obey me" bullcrap.

"The audience is there to be deceived." Is actually one of my favourite lines from Kaito, because it really tells us why he gets annoyed at people like detectives.

And urgh, of course Kaito just takes the chocolate <.<

Okay Akako deserved to be taken out by a snowball.

[postcards-from-richard-nixon]

Since I've been reading between each of my Pierce biographies I've really been learning a lot about Jane. It's a shame how she was characterised by people around her as selfish, weak, mean and overly emotional. She was more than her son's death and husband's mistakes, she was incredibly well educated for a woman, her father being involved in Bowdoin college. She loved reading and books, particularly poetry. She wrote, and took care that her son Benny's writing to the family was respectful and readable, showing how close She was to her son and how much like her he was. She also loved to ride horses when she was well enough to do so, and even worse her riding habit as her wedding dress. She wasn't this entirely apolitical being, she despised the cruelness of the games of politics (and considering how evil politicians were during this time, and how unstable the political scene was, who can blame her for not wanting to be involved or let her loved ones be involved?) She had opinions on politics, he was involved in the temperance movements, and encouraged Frank to give up drinking from it. She even felt sympathy towards the abolitionists due to their religious basis, clashing with her husband on the matter. She was not a stereotypical pushover Victorian woman who sat with her handkerchief and let her husband think for her, she had opinions that weren't necessarily of her family's or her husband's.

Her marriage to Frank was not on a whim, there's evidence to show she knew him ever since the two were teenagers. Their relationship was not approved by her family, coming from different political backgrounds, yet she was sure of her decision, and married him anyway after many years of courting. Their relationship was a definition of a slow burn, and everyone questions how Frank and Jane would work out being so different. But were they that different? They must have filled the years somehow. I bet they would sit in a parlour together laughing as Frank recalled a story of Jane's brother in law, who was also his professor at Bowdoin. She would add on to how she wasn't surprised at such an action, and would link it to a funny thing he said at dinner one night.

Frank seemed attracted to poets and writers, his best friend Nathaniel being a famous author after all, maybe Jane would speak of her favourite books to him. Frank would be enraptured at her analysis of the text, and would add on his own agreeable quips once she was finished. He would try and impress her by quoting Cicero at her, another thing he learned at Bowdoin, or Praeses, like he did with his friend Zenas in college. Maybe she'd laugh at the attempt, appreciating his own mind. Maybe Jane reminded Frank of his friend Zenas, the religious zealot who pushed him out of his youthful rebellion and into the world of adulthood. Maybe he admired her religiousness, as he admired Zenas', as an impossible virtue he himself could never reach, but could nonetheless strive towards.

They invoked a sense of nostalgia in each other, a sense of admiration, and a sense of self improvement. Maybe Frank found himself striving to improve himself throughout the years of courtship, which sealed the deal for wanting to marry Jane. Maybe Jane found herself branching out from her small New England religious upbringing with Frank, as he indulged her heart and mind. Frank nonetheless suffered from the chronic flaw of all Victorian men, being he loved his wife more than he listened to her. But his lack of self control is not a detriment to her agency, her voice or her mind. And so as a reward after this entirely unnecessary rant, here's a cute lil drawing I did of the pair of them talking together in their younger years :)

[oraclekleo]

33rd Birthday!

Hello my dear followers and random visitors of my blog.

I have already made a sorry announcement due to my hiatus but that’s not all I wanted to tell you.

This Monday, April 15th 2024 to be precise, is my Birthday. I’m already 33 years old! Would you believe that? I certainly wouldn’t. I feel like 16. 😂 

And how pretty the number is, right? Two threes… My life path number is also 3. How neat is that, huh?

When it comes to angel number 33, this source says the following:

“The 33 angel number means anything is possible. This powerful angel number is also known as a master number because of its double digits mirroring each other and its powerful vibrations. The number 33 is linked to themes around creative thinking, deep compassion, spiritual-level connections, discipline, and bravery. When you see this number show up it could be because it's an opportune time for a change or because patience is paramount right now in your daily life because a spiritual meaning that will have major significance is soon to be revealed.”

Nothing can be more true for me as major change is about to happen for me. I don’t want to reveal what it is just now but I will keep you informed in time. 😜

And no, I’m not dating anyone 🤣 Still happily Sexy, free and single.

I did want to celebrate my birthday with you with some sort of event but as you know I was really busy so… I guess we will celebrate my 44th Birthday properly? LOL!

Honestly, I have a lot to be grateful for in my life, you guys in my little community included. I hope we can stay together for many years that come and have some more fun with both serious and kinky tarot readings.

And those might soon become even better articulate and with much more expressive vocabulary as your girl Kleo is currently fully immersed in listening to audio erotica, which is really good! I mean… not all of it but I have already found several favourite voice actors, their voice and style really suiting me and apart from having a good time listening to it while working (yes, I do listen to audio porn while at work, sue me if you want), I also learn a lot from it. You know I can just soak information like a sponge from anything I do and well… This is a really good source. Also, I’m considering holding a voice chat once in a while with my friends now as I really want to learn to use my voice as well as I use my fingers for typing. And yes, I tested with my bestie and I nearly choked when I had to pronounce word ‘f*ck’ out loud. You wouldn’t guess it by reading my posts but I’m really talking like a lady out loud. I rarely curse or say rude words. 🤭 

I also learned about very surprising preferences through this audio erotica experience. I swear I didn’t expect to love what I love so much. It came as a shock and I truly thought my preferences to be completely different from what I actually enjoy the most. I guess there’s still a lot to learn about myself. Another great thing about my new hobby. You know how much I love to learn anything.

Anyway! That’s about my new hobby and about my approaching birthday.

Feel free to contact me through inbox or through DM or join my Discord. I don’t bite… unless you ask me to 😏 I’m also learning how to flirt better. You can be my test subject anytime. 😀 And no, it’s not to go hunt men, I’m way too old to change my ways and routines to fit another person’s lifestyle. My goal is actually much purer. I really like to make people happy and… well, I noticed people will feel happy, flattered and their self-esteem boosted when I flirt with them a little bit. Just another skill I’m learning in order to spread happiness and joy in the world. Might seem frivolous to you but… Well… I enjoy it. And that’s what counts for me.

So yeah! Happy Birthday to me! I’m not growing old, I’m only one year closer to death as my sister tells me every year since I was like 17. 😂 We are a weird family. Try not to think about it too much.

Thank you everyone who’s sticking around here. I promise I will post something soon. Maybe nothing super big but I will post. 🙂

Your forever joyful Oracle Kleo 🦄

[fandomworldofdreams]

Please oh please will you write more The Prophecy/Gabriel x reader fics. There's only one in existence and it's yours. My little goth, goblin brain is so obsessed with Christopher Walken's unhinged depiction of the angel. Perhaps something rough, angsty, scary, kinky, or whatever you decide. I just need more 😭

Thank you so much for the requests for more Gabriel content! I love writing for him. This is sorta a second part to my previous x reader. I hope you enjoy it 😊

It had been two years since that night you met Gabriel. You lived to tell the tale, which surprised you even after Lucifer ripped out Gabriel's heart and saved the day.

What a plot twist.

That was the first night you heard God's voice. It was not your time to go.

So you took up being a prophet.

Not the most high-end, but it saves the day here and there.

You started having nightmares about hell and heaven. Something was coming, and you had no clue what.

That was until he showed up again.

The moon was still out when you slowly opened your eyes, taking in the darkness of the room. Rain rattled against the window. The moons ray and flashes of thunder allowed a small bit of light. Enough light for you to make out a figure crouched on top your dresser.

"Hi!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. "Long time, no see Y/N. Nice hair."

You reached for the side lamp, filling the room with light, glancing at your messy hair in the mirror and scowling.

"How did you get out of hell?" You asked. He shrugged.

"Luci wasn't a fan of my company. That's alright though, I have your company now and we are back in business. You're gonna help me take on Heaven and God."

"Leave, Gabriel," you said with power in your tone.

He leaned back a moment before chuckling.

"Come on! It'll be like old times. Except this time instead of tearing apart a kid we're ripping a Nephilim out of a womans womb."

You cast your gaze downward and he rose, hopping off the dresser. He walked towards you, towering over your frame.

"You already know." He looked into your eyes and you slightly nodded.

"So tell me, prophet, who is she and where do I find her?"

"No."

"No?"

You slid from under the covers, stepping closer to him.

"No. You have nothing to threaten me with. Kill me, I'll happily accept death. Or don't, I'm still digging this future seeing shit. I will not help you again. You got your ass handed to you last time, when will you learn?"

His face darkened.

He closed in on you, you backed up hitting the wall.

"Oh, doll, I have infinite things to threaten you with. The torture I could put you through that caused countless men to whimper and beg before me. You're no different."

"Obviously I am or you wouldn't have scouted me out instead of just finding a different monkey," you countered. "I'm not close to death anymore, you're going off your normal script."

He grabbed you by the collar and tossed you over the bed, you hit the wall with a thud, falling in pain.

"You all think you're so special," he boomed. "Just because you're his favourite."

"Spare me the sibling jealousy," you hissed, pulling yourself up. "Not interested in the sob story of a spoiled angel." You grabbed the side table lamp and threw it right at him, he blocked it with his arm and continued walking towards you.

You fell onto the bed and want to jump off but he slammed you back against it, looming over you, forcing your wrists next to your head.

His knees straddled your waist as he pushed you down, looking at you with eyes that could kill.

"What makes you so special?" He growled, anger shining in his gaze.

"I suppose a soul would be the answer. But other than that, absolutely nothing. He does speak to you, Gabriel. You just don't listen." You said through gritted teeth.

"I sang the first hymn and the stars were born," he mumbled to himself, releasing you. You scooted away from him as he went to sit in the armchair in the corner of your room.

You hated to admit it, but you had begun to pity him during your previous time together. Everyone made angels out to be pure beings, but they were warriors, soaked in centuries worth of blood and violence. Sworn to protect lesser beings.

He raised his hand to you, motioning you to him. You hesitated, slipping off the bed and taking cautious steps towards him.

"Come here." He patted his knee. You could feel your heart rate quicken as you obeyed, putting your full weight on his right knee. A blush adorned your cheeks and you had trouble keeping eye contact.

Something flickered in his gaze. "How about a deal, darling? Your kind finds those entertaining from my understanding."

"What kind of deal?" You asked, uncertainty laced your voice.

"If I can make you say you'll help me, then that's it. You belong to me. No more of this back and forth uselessness that does nothing but waste my time."

"You mean force me to say it? With your angel mojo?"

He chuckled. "No, I have something else in mind. Just lay on the bed."

You stood and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge. The way he stood, stepping towards you like a predator sizing up its prey sent goosebumps down your spine.

"You'd have thought after all this time you'd learn to listen properly." He pressed his hand flat against your chest, pushing you onto your back, your legs dangling off the bed.

You let out a surprised sound, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"The more I know about humans, the less I understand. They beg for their lives, or beg to die." His hand trailed from your collarbone down the front of your nightdress. "Driven by greed, hubris, anger."

"is that not what you're driven by?" Your voice shook slightly as his hand halted under your naval.

"Hardly, I'm sentimental. I want things back the way they were before your kind came into the picture."

His fingers kept exploring, gently tracing down your thighs. "When I was in Hell I had a lot of time to think. Think about how to improve. But the strangest thing happened, I kept thinking of you."

"Me?! I was just a pawn in your scheme, why think twice?" He looked like he wanted to know the same thing.

His hand finally reached the hem of your nightdress, slipping under to feel your flesh. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as he pushed the material up.

"Gabriel, what are you doing? Why?"

Your words seemed to amuse him.

"From now til kingdom come the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why."

There his fingers were, running along your clothed clit. Your body jolted at the friction. This was not about to happen.

"You're lonely, Y/N. You were lonely when we met and nothing has changed. If anything, being a prophet has made you more lonely. You're probably one of the most pathetic humans I've met."

You couldn't hold back the laugh that burst out. "You calling me pathetic? I needed a good laugh. Who's the angel that went to hell? Who's the one trying so hard to get attention from 'daddy'?"

His hand wrapped around your throat before you could say more. You couldn't suppress the light moan as his hand squeezed. He tilted his head in curiosity.

"You say you hate humans, yet every time you show up here, you find your way to one."

"You say you hate me, yet your arousal is telling me differently. I could smell it from a mile away."

"Fuck you," you hissed.

"Watch your profanity," he scolded.

Within seconds your clothes were ripped off. The hand gripping your neck moved to pin your wrists above your head.

"You could have just went to find someone else," you breathed.

He shrugged. "I could have. But how could I deny myself my favorite pet? Besides, I can't drive." His finger pushed down on your bud, moving in circular motions. "I didn't feel like going through the tears of another monkey. You know how I hate the crying."

"None of this is making me want to help you."

This time you suppressed the moan that threatened to escape. He slipped his pointer finger into you and you felt all inhibitions flying out the window.

You looked down to see his bulge. "I- thought -angels couldn't-ah!" He slipped another finger in, curling it causing your back to arch.

"I am a divine being, Y/N. You can't begin to comprehend in that silly head of yours what I am and what I can do."

He knew lust was a motivator to humans, it could bring the stubborn ones to their knees. There was little to nothing he enjoyed more than putting humans in their place.

He'd rebelled, been to hell, now he was going to take advantage of a human. Perhaps he had lost his way. But he wanted to know. He needed to know. Above all else he felt a need to claim you.

Besides, you were the only human who hadn't annoyed him with crying.

He reached for his belt buckle, sliding it off and tying it around your wrists. You watched with intrigued eyes as he pulled himself free. You tried not to grow nervous at the size of him.

"Gabriel, we can't do this."

He lined his tip up with your entrance, sliding it along your slit to collect your arousal. He watched in amusement as you closed your eyes, scrunching your face as if bracing.

But he needed you to agree to help him.

So he pushed himself in agonizingly slow. You cried out at the feeling. He was only halfway inside you when he stopped, just looking down at you.

He admired the flush of your cheeks.

Then he let loose.

He slammed hard and deep into you, filling you up completely. The noise you released was half scream half moan because you felt him in your cervix.

"Aren't-aren't you trying to k-kill a woman f-for doing something like this?"

"As long as you don't end up with an abomination, we'll be fine." His words bred fear into your blood.

He was moving in and out of you. There was something awe inspiring about seeing a divine being losing his composure, if only in the way his expressions betrayed his composure. Someone always so composed now with messy hair and a needy expression.

He wasn't wrong, you had been lonely. So when you felt that familiar feeling build up in your stomach that only you had been able to bring about you were all but begging.

"Fuck! Gabriel, don't stop!"

As if your words triggered something, he stopped all together, fully buried inside of you, gazing at you with those calculated and cruel eyes. You whined at the throbbing in your core.

"Say you'll help me, Y/N."

Something about hearing your name in the moment had you roll your hips and arch your back to try and get some relief.

"You are wicked, Gabriel," you gasped.

He laughed, pulling out and slamming hard into you once again. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"Say you'll help me, beg me. Beg me to allow you release."

Tears brimmed your eyes, all you wanted was release. Perhaps it was the arousal or perhaps you had secretly missed him.

"I'll help you Gabriel. So please fuck me."

He hummed, looking down at you with that same face that made you want to smack him. He gripped your knees, moving them further up against your chest.

"Repeat that last part, I'm eons old, my hearing must be leaving me."

"For the love of everything, please fuck me Gabriel!"

A self-satisfied grin spread across his face and he once again let loose.

The room was filled with skin slapping against skin and both your moans.

"Fuck!" You yelled as you dug your nails into his back, feeling your orgasm creeping in.

"Who do you belong to, doll?" His voice was strained.

You looked deep into his eyes and saw the same loneliness that had plagued you for years.

"You," you whispered. He moved his hand and gripped your throat tightly.

"Who?" He growled.

"You, Gabriel!"

You saw stars, a feeling of pure euphoria washed over you as you came.

He followed, not pulling out and you only hoped it wouldn't result in him having to rip a nephilim out of you.

You were breathing heavily as he put himself away.

"You have an hour, then we hit the road, doll face."

#Spotify

[satocidal]

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖

— 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒<3

(factual speed run!): Rome is — 18, South Asian, entp (7w8), favourite colour? Red and Gold but what’ll you do anyways…she/her, a full-time-student—STEM, raging bisexual, bilingual. This is, as per my indecisiveness, a multi fandom blog now hehe,

˚ ༘💭⋆｡˚ — (what’s goin’ on in that gorgeous brain of yours?): Rome is thinking — of her husbands and wives<3 especially of Suguru Geto. Maths because i love it<3 and a whole lot of daydreaming

(music that is blessed!): Rome Listens to — Hozier, Mitski, Cavetown, Artic Monkeys, Lost Stories, Zeph, Nanku, The Yellow Diaries, Neighbourhood, Young The Giants, Catfish and the bottlemen, Hoosiers, patd!, lumineers, one direction, Lorde, Mother Mother, Wallows, Girl in Red, Marina, Alec Benjamin, mehro, tv girl, teen suicide, Sufjan Stevens, more but i forget

— 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠:

—my general likes: coffee and tea, vanilla scented things, sour candies, psychological thriller, mangas, maths and physics and classic literature, drama, random silly little debates on mundane topics, star-gazing, watching sun-rise, organised phones, raspberries, men who are smarter than me, women who are stronger than me, late night walks, hot showers, watching people do makeup (because I can’t), doing my hair, dancing, silly little skirts, caramel flavoured things, pasta, baking, a lot- like a lot of academic validation<3

—my general dislikes: extremists/conservatives(or that’s still ok but don’t come @ me with your views),furries(i just get uncomfortable), chemistry, people who shove their opinions onto others, misogynists, rad fems, gabi haters, sadly- eren💀; incels, homophobes and islamophobes; any sort of discrimination

— 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠:-

—What I will write:

most genres at any given time- angst, fluff, smut. I do accept requests and will write anything ranging from drabbles and Headcanons to longer fics (+2k words); I do age up all my characters to 21 years of age (given I mostly write for adults anyways) even if there’s no smut; I am fine with most kinks too, just check what I don’t write for a heads up.

It may be that you sent a request and I never worked on it or maybe even said I would and then nothing ever happened, I’m sorry but sometimes that’s how it is. Often I don’t have enough motivation and I’m an ask-hoarder so even as I write, I have month old asks stored in—it’s nothing personal at all in fact I may just corporate your ask/request/thirst in a longer fic as I please (sorry not sorry my love)

I’m fine with writing angsty stuff too, blood and gore, character deaths, polyamory, character x reader x character or character x reader; I usually write Fem! Reader unless requested otherwise (I’m not experienced much with Male! Reader or GN! reader though);

my reader inserts are always fem! Bodied and devoid of any other particular physical features (may sometimes be defined as chubby but yes); dub-con; concept of physical/mental abuse (works will be properly tagged or trigger warned)

I do not, however, mind interacting with dark themes so don't lose your shit if i reblog some fic which has said elements, if you don't like please scroll through, don't fuck around

—What I won’t write: monster fucking(may hold exceptions); omegaverse; rape; non-con; pedophilia; incest, any kind of discrimination; scat; lolli-con

—What fandoms I work on: Shinjeki no Kyojin; Boku no hero piko; Jujutsu kaisen; Haikyuu!!; Tokyo Revengers; Bungo Stray Dogs; Blue Lock

“Rules”:

i love terms of endearment and use them indiscriminately so if there’s an issue, do lemme know and I do talk a lot in general but don’t barge into my inbox with slurs or “bitch/slut/whore” when and if we don’t know each other

Do not, I repeat, do NOT bring discourse to my blog <3 about other writers, my mutuals or anything

It may be that I make you uncomfortable or vice versa, in which case I do encourage talking it out and voicing your issue but if you’re not big on that, soft-block and hard-blocks are ok with no hard feelings because I’m huge on curating your own experience

If you wanting to hard-block/soft-block me, it’s ok but please by all accords don’t leave me following you because that’s just weird

don’t send hate because 1. It doesn’t matter to me 2. I’ve better things to deal with and you look stupid

𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒’𝑠 𝐻𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠:-

— Geto Suguru, Satoru Gojo, Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime, Jean Kirsten, Erwin Smith, Karasu Tabito, Oliver Aiku, Kuroo, Chuuya and Fukuzawa + I’ll find more <3

[clouds-of-wings]

I don't even know what my top albums of the year are, but here are some I discovered this year that I really liked, so that I don't come across as ONLY a hater. Linking my fav track, or one of my fave tracks, on YT every time.

Molllust - Mother Universe (A glimmer of hope in the irradiated wasteland that is symphonic metal at present. Also one of the four female-LED metal bands I know. Like with a female composer! Such wow!)

Knights of Heliopolis - Ferrum Fero Ferro Ferror (ditto about the hope thing. Also they have an operatic bass frontman and holyyyyy shiiiit that is the best thing ever! I keep fangirling about this band but they used to be called "Phoebus the Knight", so that's the tag that's in.)

Nostra Morte - Sin Retorno (A flicker of light from the NON-wasteland that symph was 12 years ago)

Silent Opera - Immortal Beauty (ditto. Oh how I wish for soothing rain and some fucking OPERA VOCALS in the fucking OPERA GENRE. Why is symph metal full of COWARDS and CASUALS? I know I sound like Holden Caulfield, but that's because he's right and my role model.)

Nanowar - Dislike to False Metal (Power Metal, Nanowar being awesome as usual. I link perhaps one of their less surprising songs bc I'm a sucker for that Rhapsody stuff but plz listen to the whole album, it also has tracks like this - great variety really, and greater wtf! I gently pat Gatto's head and wonder what he will do next, clearly he's called Cat for a reason.)

Elina Garanca - Habanera (These are just some famous arias, but her voice is really nice! Dark-voiced mezzo-sopranos rule the world!)

Snowy Shaw - White is the New Black (I have been listening to this so much lately. Somehow I always ignored his solo work after the Notre Dame stuff except for some of his singles, but this album is actually really really cool! I don't know which genre it is lol. Metal Archives says "Heavy Metal", but that doesn't really describe it so well. Snowy has a lot of personality, and so does his music. Just click! You may not even regret it!)

Wolfenmond - Can't pick an album... Galdra (EP!) I guess. Folk metal or medieval rock with a woman who doesn't get forced to sound cute.

Grendel's Sÿster - Myrtenkranz Heavy metal / folk metal with a woman who REALLY doesn't get forced to sound cute. As SATW said, women should be respected, but sister Germany should be feared. Damn straight. This is an EP, same music first in English, then in German.

Kornalyn - Intemporel (French acoustic folk, revolutionary communist and anarchist songs. This guy is a folk song recording MACHINE and I like almost everything he releases.)

Therion - Leviathan 3 (I still wrestle with this album. A lot! I also know from past experience that in retrospect I'm more likely to regret not including it than I am including it.)

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I also watched like 20 operas this year in an attempt to be a little less of a poser in the genre. I don't know which I would recommend the most. Wagner's "Die Walküre" touched me the most, both in terms of story and of pure epicness of the music. Kinda wiped the floor with everything else :/ It seems Wagner is the only one in opera who isn't shit at plots. Lohengrin also had a good story! Vivaldi's "Juditha Triumphans" (not technically an opera but an oratorio, but really I don't care, it's basically an opera) and Bizet's "Carmen" (I'm not linking that, there are 8945098340 good recordings, just find one that looks appealing to you) had the most pleasant music.

I also liked Alessandro nell‘Indie by Leonardo Vinci (no relation). I link my favourite scene. Don't worry about the lack of English subs, the plot is 4 hours of soap opera. They did a very traditional staging of this, like back in 1730, which means it's all countertenors and sopranists, half in drag. Thus it pairs nicely with the all-female Vivaldi one above. Back when women were real men who led armies and men had fake boobs or danced under falling rose petals singing about love, LIKE GOD INTENDED! TRADITIONAL VALUES!

[rosalind-hawkins]

Okay your new header is SO cute!!!

So for the ask meme, our lovely mumble boys!!! 1, 8, 35, and whichever your favourite number is!

Thank you so much, and thanks for indulging me!

1. Who fell for the other one first?

Generally speaking, Ryou is the hopeless romantic who falls first, but somehow in Power of Three, he's the last one to fall for both of his boys. 🤷‍♀️ Seto falling for Ryou first is just too adorable.

8. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

Oooh, I've made a post like this before, but I never get tired of talking about how these boys build their family.

Seto lets Ryou put up a little angel shrine to his mother and sister in the mansion's garden with votive candles and such (thanks to my "Ryou had a Catholic mom" headcanons). Duke is not on speaking terms with his parents (idk that we know anything about Duke's mom, but assuming she's not dead, I think he resents her for what she let his dad do), so Kaiba is happy to stonewall them as well. "The enemy of my friend is my enemy." And if either Duke's dad or Ryou's dad shows up uninvited, Seto is taking every legal measure to keep them as far away as possible.

Ryou and Duke love Mokuba, and Mokuba loves them. Kaiba cannot date anyone longterm that Mokuba hates, it's not allowed. They get along super well and it's honestly enriching for lil Mokie.

In an AU where Amane is secretly somehow alive, she and Mokuba become BFFs, she slips right into his friendgroup with Leon and Rebecca, and he has a big crush on her. Seto and Amane don't quite know what to make of each other, and that's partly because Seto is weird with women. Duke and Amane would get along great, total nerdy gamer bros.

Kaiba is forced to learn how to play nice with the rest of the gang, mostly due to Ryou's insistence. Ryou's not going to keep the people he cares about all separate unless there's a very good reason for it, and he doesn't think Kaiba has a good reason for refusing to interact with the others. Duke actually would have been fine with Seto staying so standoffish, but does admit that it's not fun when they can all do things together with their friends.

35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

Ooooooooohhhhhhhh boy. *Deep breath* Okay, SO.

When Seto has to travel and taking either of his boys with him isn't an option, they use phonecalls to stay in touch. Seto doesn't usually do much of the talking on these calls, but hearing their voices and listening to them happily talk about their day and their ideas makes him happier in that "I miss you more than I did before" kind of way.

Sometimes Duke has to go to America for business stuff with Pegasus, and he prefers video calls and exchanging selfies to help with missing his boys. Kaiba won't take selfies but Ryou takes pictures of him on Duke's behalf, which is deemed acceptable.

When Ryou is missing his men, in addition to the stuff above, he will wear their clothes to feel closer to them and hang out in a spot where they usually spend their time. Sometimes he'll drink coffee when he misses Seto, even though he doesn't really like coffee. It makes him feel closer. Then when they come back, Ryou is all over them for cuddles.

And, since you asked for my favorite number, I've become a little... extra indulgent.

33. Who is the big spoon and why?

Mostly Kaiba, secondarily Duke, but Ryou will be a big spoon too sometimes to both of them and it's precious. Ryou likes to hold onto people and cuddle, and Kaiba denies that he's a cuddler, but if he's holding them in his sleep and they creep out of his hold for any reason, he wakes up fast. It's secretly an anxiety thing. Ryou figured that out first but doesn't say anything about it. Duke just loves physical contact, he will go either way with either of them. 😉

48. Who would bring home a homeless animal?

Ryou 1000%. He will come home with a box of abandoned kittens, crying because he already loves all of them so much. Duke grabs the tissues and Seto summons a veterinarian.

49. Do they match outfits for special occasions?

Ryou likes to match Kaiba, and Duke likes to be his own thing. Duke's style and flair are very distinct and don't match Kaiba at all, though they are an interesting complement. Sometimes Duke wants Ryou to match him instead, and that's when Ryou becomes an absolute doll that his boyfriends dress up because he would wear casual comfy clothes every day of his life for every occasion if he didn't have such fashionable men to guide him.

[kitamars]

hope you don't mind me sending in another ask so soon but i always find this kinda stuff interesting- now that you've survived two big serious arcs how would you rank the main cast in terms of like. favs & stuff?

don't apologise for the asks at all!! i love answering them and rambling about my thoughts so actually thank YOU for giving me a viable outlet haha

so I had to pull out my notes app to draft this one bc i can't do things simply apparently. i can't rank characters for shit so I'm just gonna rate the main ones (at least to me) out of ten and that's that lol, so onward beyond the cut!

Gintoki: I'm in love with him. 10/10.

He's captivated me with his dead fish eyes and pathetic charm, the way he subverts the general shonen protag archetype really works for me (bc i tend to get annoyed with the genre every now and then) but other than that he's such an interesting character on his own that I cannot get into for fear of rambling too much but yeah. I like him a lot. I might cry about someday in the tags of some art or whatever

(also beam saber arc is UNDERRATED (to me) and its very much overshadowed by everything before and after it but I DON'T CARE it has some of my favourite gin character bits this is my propaganda i just felt like i had to put this here THANKS)

Shinpachi: the human-wearing-glasses gag is absolutely hilarious and I hope it never stops. 8/10.

I love shinpachi a lot I promise, i love how dedicated he is to the straight man role and also the times when he's not. Honestly he could have very easily annoyed me after a bit, but he's genuinely just so loveable and a lot of his charm just comes from his VA's delivery, I've never heard anyone else able to convey the emotional range that I've heard from shinpachi in this anime fnsnjrjgjs

I do think he needs more screentime though (watch beam saber arc),,,kagura tends to get a lot of the spotlight (which I'm not mad about) but he also needs some love!! he's just some guy yk gotta give some appreciation!!

Kagura: queen of kabukicho and the queen of my heart. 10/10.

SHE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING TO ME. i don't have words to express how much I love her, she's one of my all time favorites ever. She's just doing her thing, eating gin-san out of house and home and kicking ass while she's at it and she's so valid for that.

A big part of why I like her is also just her relationship with the yorozuya. the amount of times I've felt like exploding when I see her and gin or shinpachi just interacting in the background of a scene or something similar is impossible to count. She's my little mimi and she deserves literally the world

(Also there's this one compilation of her singing on YouTube and i listen to it RELIGIOUSLY kugimiya rie is a blessing for this character for real it's insane)

Sadaharu interlude: Big ball of fluff/10 (he's adorable)

Hijikata: this man makes me feel a similar range of emotions I feel cramming the night before a final, if not more. 10/10.

He drives me NUTS. you know me, i love my dark-haired chainsmoking men with issues, and he's just chock full of them, it's like a dream come true. Every arc that's focused on him has been absolutely incredible, and even on his own he's such an interesting and funny character. Fully biased towards his VA btw, i don't think anyone else could voice him as effectively, the delivery is always top notch.

His dynamic with the rest of the shinsengumi is honestly one of my favourites, he's got so much range as a serious and gag character, especially when the plot decides to chuck his coolness out the window with that little mayonnaise addiction of his (now everytime I put mayonnaise on anything at all i give myself a dirty look, idk why).

Also i should mention that tosshi was one of the only things that made my watching experience truly difficult. I'd just cringe out of existence everytime he opened his mouth it was. An experience. I still love him very much. Too much maybe.

Sougo: sadism has never looked more fun. 9/10.

I don't think I really have much to say about him? he's genuinely a really fun character, and his endless quests to smear hijikata across the asphalt is always the highlight of any viewing experience. i loved him regardless, but the mitsuba and farewell shinsengumi arcs gave him that extra bit of depth that really solidified him as a fav hehe

YOU DONT GET CHARACTERS LIKE HIM VERY OFTEN AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

kondo: gorilla gorilla/10 (9/10)

thi guy is just the fucking funniest. he's one of the perfect examples of how gintama does characterisation through comedy because by introducing him with all his hilarious gags, you start to care a lot more about him when things actually get serious. Plus the joke never really gets old with him, if he shows up in an episode I know I'm about to have a great time.

but as a serious character as well he's just so good. Him being the glue of the shinsengumi is incredible and sometimes in the plot (crisis and farewell arcs) you can see exactly what it is in this man that makes people want to follow him to the ends of the earth, he is just a good person and I love him for that.

also he's the reason i realised I have not grown out of my 14 year old dick joke phase so there's that

Otose: gintoki's overdue rent/10 (9/10)

I enjoy her so much actually, she's already incredibly fun, but whenever they show more background to gintoki and her's relationship, all of a sudden i am in a puddle of tears on the floor, it's one of the most important things ever to me, the foster parent trope is my weak point.

evidently, kabukicho four devas was my kryptonite (in a really really good way)

Catherine: the heavy accent is pretty funny. 7/10.

I don't really have strong feelings about her tbh, she's alright and funny enough, that's pretty much all I can say

Tama: total number of her leukocytes/10 (9/10)

I LIKE TAMA SOOOOO MUCH SHES SO SWEET AND KIND AND ADORABLE. all of the tama centric arcs have been really fun and each episode involving her is so nice. Finding out she was the time traveller in the bfy movie was such a great twist but immediately made sense bc OF COURSE she would go that far for her very first friends!!!!! i love her innocence so dearly and the way she simply just wants to help others, also otose seeing her as a daughter makes me so emotional

Hasegawa: the madaodog madaonaire episode made me choke at the speed at which I got that reference. 8/10.

Incredibly funny character, the fact that he cannot win a single W is both hilarious but also a bit sad and pathetic, but he's authentic to himself regardless.

He also ruined my later attempts at trying to watch NGE

Otae: the price of one dom peri/10 (8/10)

I love her SOOOOO much she's so entertaining...again I don't have much to say but it's not really in a bad way, i just like her a lot and that's mostly it hehe

Kyubei: otae love/10 (9/10)

as a nb person I have a huge bias towards kyubei, their struggle to figure out where they stand in the binary is pretty relatable, and while I can say that you don't always see a character like that in media who is also hopelessly in love with a woman (so real for that though) i can also admit that this show isn't the best handling of it all, but honestly it's a very "take what I can get situation" so I try not to be too bothered, dekobokko was a bit strange but the ending for kyubei is better than most other instances I've seen, even if it doesn't stay consistent in the series

Also where is jugem jugem? i miss that little bastard so much that arc was so good

Tsukuyo: where does she stash all that kunai. 9/10.

TSUKUYO IS MY WIFE AND GINTOKI NEEDS TO MOVE OVER BC I WANT TO KISS HER. thank you

no but seriously she's a really fun character, and I love everything about her and yoshiwara and her relationship with hinowa and seita and he hyakka and ACK. yoshiwara in flames and the red spider arcs were really good for her, and her slightly confused air at most times is so charming, i love her muah

Sacchan: uhhhhhh huh. 7/10.

I'm gonna be honest, she's one of the only characters I really didn't like since she was introduced, i just found her so incredibly annoying all the time. But then came shogun assassination and suddenly I could stand her a lot more when her personality didn't revolve around gin-san's massive d– (but like. I hate that I can relate to her)

also I don't know where her strange friendship with tsukuyo came from but I actually genuinely like it a lot..........sillies with sharp knives, what could possibly go wrong?

Okay I'm running out of steam here honestly so if I've missed anyone (I'm very sure I have) feel free to ask in replies and I'll tell you what i think jgjekkfkd

this is terrible. Everyone is a main character in my eyes

EDIT: I MISSED THE REST OF THE JOUI 4. I WILL DISEMBOWEL MYSELF. BUT FOR NOW HAVE A LIGHTNING ROUND

katsura: 10/10.

One of my all time favourite characters ever, literal definition of head empty no thoughts, he is so stupid and I want to kiss him passionately under the moonlight

Sakamoto: 10(00000)/10

He is my everything. He needs more screentime. I'm begging on my knees. He is the perfect man.

Takasugi: 9/10

He's great. Shogun assassination made me cry over him. I'm forever sad about him now he was so mochi.....and then the trauma.............ue

Anyways now I think I'm done. time to atone

[beingsupahbi]

Jess Watches // Fri 3 Nov // Day 45 & Sat 4 Nov // Day 46 Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Fingernails (Film)

Anna and Ryan have found true love, and it's proven by a controversial new technology. There's just one problem, as Anna still isn't sure. Then she takes a position at a love testing institute and meets Amir.

With a cast list including Jessie Buckley, Riz Ahmed, and Jeremy Allen White I was ready to f e e l things. And while everyone was wonderful, as always, it was quieter emotionally than expected. I did enjoy it though. An interesting concept with a late 80's/early 90's aesthetic.

Manhãs de Setembro (September Mornings) 2x02 The traditional Brazilian mess

Leide and Gersinho connect with Lourenço and Ruth. Back in Sao Paulo, Cassandra tries to get back to her old routines.

This is the second thing I have watched today in which a couple washes each other in the shower. I adored too that while being very intimate, both were more healing and soft rather than sexual.

Sin huellas (No Traces) 1x05 Dakota

With Irene arrested, and after losing the Russians again, the girls and Ubaldo hide in Dakota, a street club. There, they discover something that changes everything.

Ubaldo is a pos and Cata can do so much better. She clearly has a lot of love to give and he doesn't deserve any of it. Also, I'm Desi always saying how beautiful Irene is to anyone who will listen. If she were she right now I would eat your pu-- [my mother kills me in Spanish].

A Business Proposal (with friend) Episode 4

In and outside of work, Ha Ri scrambles to hide her true identity from Tae Moo and his grandfather. A fake one-year anniversary comes up.

Does Taemoo have face blindness? Because how tf did he not notice Hari in the lift when they were literally face to face. Yet he finally realized who she was when her entire face was covered by a helmet?? He got there eventually I guess lol. And why do kdramas always have a sinister story wedged in? I just want Lois and Clark to be safe and together, thirsting over each other in their building's big ass gym.

The Power 1x05 Scarlet Minnow

New voices are emerging - those who champion The Power as a promise of a more equitable future… and others who see it as a threat to their very existence. These opposing forces can rip apart the deepest bonds… or bring unlikely allies together.

The men in positions of power are trash. Zap them all.