#negatory

[spider-artdump]

[doodleholic]

Drawing something is a wonderful way to time travel to midnight

[mindnmybidness]

Not my clinician ending my session with reminding me that it’s ok to be in my hermit season…just as long as I remember it’s just a season… 😒. Ma’am. I am fully prepared to never speak to anyone again. Leave me alone.

[anadorablekiwi]

Okay, requesting some art critique/advice.

Aside from the fact that i drew the eyes way too big thus forcing me to draw everything big (I’m probably gonna erase and try again but smaller) and the fact they have no hair

Anyone got any critiques? How can i make the mouths match the style better? Are the eyebrows okay?

I’m more focused on honesty right now, so dont be afraid to say stuff like ‘kiwi the eyes are cool but those noses are the worst thing ive seen’ or ‘simple mouth with those eyes looks creepy as heck’ or ‘everything looks awful’ so long as its followed by advice on how to fix it/done gently.

[yourandroidgirl]

i have such beef with 5x12 bc like. dean would have noticed almost immediately that something was wrong with sam. instead they let it go on for SO LONG. not even sam can get away with lying to dean, you’re telling me he wouldn’t notice he was a different person???

[carabinerheart]

sometimes people have wrong opinions about the characters i enjoy

[rallentando1011]

empathetic (emphasis on pathetic)

Hamato Donatello did not frequently feel fondness. Nor attraction. Nor much of anything, for that matter.

Feelings were like syrup: superficially sweet yet so easy to boil over, develop a sludgy, sticky mess of. Texturally, they were a resounding no.

And so he avoided them, ignored them at all costs, swept them under the rug then proceeded to incinerate said proverbial rug.

It worked like a charm, time and time and time again without fail.

Until it didn’t.

Somehow, this weird, warm, fuzzy sensation managed to infiltrate his nigh impenetrable defenses and make a muddle of things and his mind, i.e. he was struck by the L-word, i.e. he met you.

So quickly had the almighty fortress of his emotional front crumbled upon your arrival, so quickly had his resolve instinctively melted, so quickly had he caved.

It was terrifying.

He’d never quite seen the appeal in confiding in others. Sure, he had his brothers, father, April, but they were different, steadfast, reliable, family.

Letting new people into your life and mind and feelings was too vulnerable, too complicated, too messy.

Emotions: fickle, fleeting, forlorn, unlike the reliable cogs and circuits and familiarity of his lab and normal life. An anomaly in themselves.

It certainly was not intentional, letting you into his life, his lab, his affection; it was more of you simply waltzing in and staking claim and refusing not to occupy his thoughts at each and every waking hour.

The realization of the existence of his ill-fated infatuation dawned upon him nary a few months following your introduction as he recognized the textbook signs of it.

Feeling comfortable, at ease with you, longing to message and text and talk to you, experiencing restlessness nightly at the thought of you - he was certifiably done for.

If his fancies were unrequited, it may have been easier; just confess to the hopeless romanticism, get utterly rejected, accept the futility of love and how it was doomed from the start, go back to being your companion.

But no, you just had to complicate things further.

Your reciprocated affections, your incessant presence at his side, an accidental I love you or two - it was unbearable.

So he ditched it. Ditched you. Poured himself into his work and holed himself up in the lab.

Was it the coward’s way out: leaning into the easiest option without consideration for the alternative of not being an emotional recluse? Certainly.

Would that hinder him from doing so in the slightest?

Negatory.

He would rather get the situation dealt with earlier on than encourage the muck of emotions between you two to grow, fester, rot.

No chance he’d ever given for a relationship resulted in anything but failure, pain, anger - giving it another shot could only end in a repeat.

So maybe it was for the best that he pushed you away; better to focus on something sturdy, tangible, real rather than whatever blend of oxytocin and endorphins and serotonin and dopamine was convincing your mind that you loved him.

Those hormones, and consequently those feelings, would fade with time.

You’d get over it.

And he would too.

[romanoffsbish]

Giving in to Temptations

G!PWanda Maximoff x Fem!R

Wanda’s not very happy with your agreeing to partake in No Nut November…

Request: Passed along to me lol

Warning: Slightly mean Wanda, but that’s also kinda hot, so… You’ve been warned 🤷🏼‍♀️

Smut: Oral (W/R), Facial (R), Fingering, Teasing, Unprotected Sex (R/W), Kinks: Breeding, Choking.

18+ | Minors DNI !!

Wanda clenched her jaw as she watched, and listened to you speaking with Natasha. In some torturous twist of events the redhead had convinced you to partake in the silly "No Nut November," trend, and in hearing this Wanda felt almost betrayed by your eagerness to agree. Never in the last two years of your relationship has she had to go long without ravishing you. Only ever being forced to wait for long periods of time when you had missions, and at least in those situations you weren't there to tempt her.

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Like now, watching you eat the lollipop ever so innocently while your conversation with Nat had continued on, and delved into other topics. A tightness in her pants began to form when your tongue was poking out to softly lick the red orb, then you mindlessly swirled it around the entire candy just before sucking it all in.

Wanda couldn't take the rising tension, so she made quick work of storming towards you, sending the redhead a tight smile as she yanked you up from your chair causing you to widen your eyes. Natasha smirked at you in perceived victory to which you swiftly flipped her off before you no longer had the chance as Wanda dragged you out of the room quickly.

"What were you thinking?," she hissed while throwing your nervous form onto the bed., "Wanda, what are you...," her stern glare cut your play of confusion off., "I wanted to prove that I could do it, Natasha said with the way we fuck like bunny's that there's no way I could.," you explained in exasperation, crossing your arms over your chest to show the obvious way her words offended you., "I can so hold out."

Wanda smirked., "Yeah, well what if I can't?," she stalked over to you in a predatory fashion., "What gave you the right to make this pussy off limits to me?," you gulped and tried to avert your eyes, but she gripped your chin harshly., "Did you forget who fucking owns you detka?," you quickly shook your head in the negatory., "No, mommy, I-I didn't mean to upset you."

Wanda hummed as she pretended to take your weak apology to heart., "Well, your apologies don't help mommy here, now do they?," she slowly unzipped her jeans with her free hand, forcing your gaze to watch as her cock sprung free and for you to shuffle uncomfortably on the bed., "I'm not partaking in this silly bet, but there's a way you can help mommy, but still win.," your eyes widened when she tapped your lips with the tip of her cock., "Last time I checked it's you who can't nut, so get to work."

A shiver ran down your spine when you realized what you'd gotten yourself into, but you also couldn't pretend you weren't thrilled. Wanda's hand flew to your hair as soon as your tongue teasingly swirled around her dark red tip, her abs tensed as she prepared herself for the familiar feeling of your mouth, and once she felt the sensational warmth she groaned., "Don't fucking stop until I cum down your fucking throat detka.," she panted as you began to bob your head up and down her length in a consistent rhythm that had her cock twitching uncontrollably., "That's it detka, keep going."

Wanda came with a strangled moan when you  forced the entirety of her length down your throat, the titillating sounds of you gagging enough to throw her over the edge of bliss. After a few more thrusts into your mouth the woman pulled out, then chuckled darkly when you looked to her like you always did whenever you were ready for her to spread you open.

"Oh no detka, mommy doesn't date quitters.," she taunted your whining form., "You got this."

You stared in adjunct horror as your lover left the room as if she didn't just violate your throat, then leave you in your sexual distress. You groaned as you fell back into the mattress, cursing Natasha as you stared at the ceiling.

A cold shower... Yeah, that should help...

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It was odd for the witch, this newfound need to constantly have your lips around her cock. It's as if the invisible barrier between her and your sex made her even more needy for you, the idea of being denied her cocks rightful home forcing her to find other vacancies; it was thrilling. She'd already taken you by surprise ten times in two weeks, to her that was a show of mercy, and to you it was like actual fucking torture.

Which is why you'd done your best to avoid her for the last few days, changing up your routine in the slightest ways so it wasn't too obvious, but the witch wasn't an idiot, and it only made her more needy having to chase you. Said chase coming to an end now as she found you in the same meeting room., "Oh, look who it is.," your whole body tensed, an unfamiliar reaction to the voice of the woman you love.

"You've been avoiding mommy.," you tried to shake your head, but she wasn't having it., "Don't play coy detka, I can hear your thoughts and I have to say, it hurts that you'd do this.," she pouted, but you saw right through the facade., "My jaw was sore.," you admittedly grumbled causing her to laugh maniacally., "That's unfortunate, because seeing you in those shorts is making mommy's cock throb."

In a swift motion she pulled you up from your chair, and into her for an aggressive kiss as she slammed your body into the wall. Slowly she began to thrust her front into yours, purposely turning you on just so she could leave you in a fit like you'd left her for days., "Knees, now.," you whimpered when she abruptly shoved you down, and removed you from her soft lips., "Take care of the mess you've made detka."

Without anymore prompts you pulled her grey sweats down to rest by her knees with her red boxers following suit. Wanda smiled down at you when your hands began to pump her shaft, your pace was slow, and she was amused by it., "Detka, we don't have all day, unless you're in for giving the entire team a show.," you sighed, then you leaned forward to delicately kiss her tip that was coated in her precum, giggling to yourself as the appendage twitched for you.

You took a ragged breathe through your nose while you worked your way down her shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you pull back slowly, and repeating this only a few times as you soon got used to the sizable intrusion. Your jaw was indeed still sore, but you weren't that upset to have Wanda filling your mouth, it always made you feel great to know she needed you wholly. Also, knowing that you were the reason she was moaning so loudly, and leaning into the wall as she became desperate for her release. There was no greater feeling than the pride that came with making Wanda reach her bliss.

Wanda was grateful she locked the doors with her powers, even though the rest of the team weren't due for another half hour, she wanted to preserve the both of your dignity, or at least hers. With her hand in your hair she began to thrust her hips, meeting your bobbing head, and once your throat constricted around her cock she became erratic with her movements.

No longer were you in control—you never really were—her hand was holding you steady while she fucked your throat without reprieve. With every thrust down your throat you could feel her twitching more and more, your hands held tightly to her ass, kneading the flesh to honestly calm yourself down while focusing on breathing in through your nose., "Detka, mommy's going to—fuck, I'm going to cum, and you better fucking swallow it all down!," in an attempt to push her forward you lowered your hands to squeeze her ballsack, and the moan that tore from her throat was enough to have you clenching your thighs together.

Wanda continued to thrust into you as her load was released down your throat, pearls of white settled on the corners of your lips as she was spreading her release all around while she came down from her oh so glorious high., "Fucking hell detka, I miss your pussy, but your mouth is just as fucking magical.," she lifted you up off the ground with a hand around your throat, slamming you back into the wall while she intensely looked you over.

Wanda leaned forward, her hand tightening around your throat while her tongue licked over your lips, cleaning off the mess she made before she tenderly kissed your lips and left you breathless in every sense of the word., "Don't ever leave mommy hanging like this again detka.," she growled out in direct contrast to her former softness, then she released her grip on you just in time for you to gasp enough to regather your breath, and then to take your designated seat besides her.

No one questioned your disheveled appearance as they started to file into the room, but you did catch the way Natasha softly snorted as she looked between you and Wanda, who wore a satisfied smile, while you stared at your hands. Tony began to speak about the team mission next week, but you were too busy hyper focusing on the woman's slick that was coating your mouth and dripping down your throat.

*Focus up detka, or you're going to make mommy need your assistance again...*

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The mission that you all went on was grueling, your body ached incessantly as you entered the compound, and all you wanted to do was sleep. But as you laid down in the bed after cleaning the grime off you couldn't stop thinking of your lover, she had looked so defeated after you'd entered together, and all you now wanted was to find her and make her feel a smidge better. Wanda told you she'd be in the kitchen; baking did always make her feel better, but you had something else in mind to relieve the stress.

When you entered the kitchen you stood in the doorway, watching as she swayed around to the beat of her calming nature sounds and held a bowl in her hands that you believed to be the batter for her delectable, ooey gooey brownies., "Detka, take a picture, it'll last longer.," you rolled your eyes, then made your way over to wrap your arms around her from behind., "What happened to your nap, are you okay?," your heart warmed to hear her clear concern.

"I missed you mommy.," she shivered when you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck while your hand slowly slid beneath her apron, and slipped into her pants to palm her over her boxers., "Detka.," she breathed through gritted teeth, but you could feel her hardening as you began to slowly rub her over the dri-fit fabric., "Shh, mommy just let me take care of you."

Wanda nearly dropped her batter when you delved into her boxers and groped her shaft., "Don't tease me detka.," she released a shaky breath as your hand began to move up and down her shaft in slow, and steady strokes. This pace of yours actually seemed to help, her tense muscles were relaxing with every move; she felt at peace with your body against hers.

The idea of releasing in her pants however didn't sit well with her as she was still baking. Her hand stopped yours, causing you to pout against her shoulder but she soon remedied the situation when she spun in your hold to kiss you hard, while her hand now took over stroking her throbbing cock., "Mmm, I wanna cum on your face baby, please.," she was so incredibly desperate to see you in such a state.

There was no hesitation as you dropped to your knees, taking over for her so that she could just enjoy the show., "Shit, you look so fucking hot when you're on your knees for me honey.," she could feel her stomach flexing as you increased the speed of your hand, and looked up at her with eyes that shone with a faux innocence., "Fuck, fuck, fuck.," she chanted the curse as she felt the pit in her stomach burst, she watched in awe as her load spurted out in thick white lines atop of your freshly cleaned face. 

Wanda smirked at the sight of you, with her cum perfectly drizzled over your face in swirls., "Cinnamon rolls sound good to you detka?," you returned her smirk, and nodded softly., "Sounds perfect mommy.," she hummed as you kissed her, her tongue then set out to clean your face of the sinful evidence, before she placed a final few kisses to your plump lips., "Get me the flour then will you moya lyubov?"

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As with most missions that require the entire team, there's always an unnecessary party to follow. Tony declared that it would fall at the end of the month, his way of bridging the gap between the months for thanks and cheer. Wanda told you she'd see you there as she had taken it upon herself to set up, but really she just wanted to surprise you with her suit, but had she really been thinking she should've known you'd had the same sort of idea.

When you arrived at the gala all eyes were tuned onto you, the flashes of cameras not even throwing you off as you shoved passed Tony's crew and into the venue in search of your love. Nobody's eyes mattered to you more than hers, and fortunately for you they'd been fixated on the door, and were now dilated at seeing you. Wanda was unable to hear Bucky anymore, his crisis over Steve was now left unresolved as she settled her glass on the nearby table and left.

The dress you wore was designed to be ruined, Wanda was almost sure of it as she shamelessly  stared at you from the end of the venues bar. Those familiar thighs of yours were on display as the deep red fabric was slitted on each side. Wanda was desperate to be buried between them, it didn't matter how either, her mouth, fingers or cock, nothing was off limits to her. It'd been too fucking long, and the both of you were painstakingly aware of this, which is exactly why you wore this, to remind her of what she's been missing out on this month.

Wanda met you halfway after you locked eyes., "Detka, you look beautiful.," she immediately pulled you in by your hips, nuzzling her nose against your own before kissing you lovingly., "Thank you honey, but have you seen yourself"

Wanda smirked, because yes, she had indeed seen herself, and she knew she looked good., "Oh this?," she teased you, chuckling as you left her without a reply, because your eyes were too busy looking her over, in the suit that somehow matched the shade of your dress perfectly.

Funny enough there wasn't anything revealing about her outfit like there was yours, where your breasts were out on display, hers were tucked away beneath her bright white polo. Wanda didn't need to show skin to look hot, it was all in her dominant stance, coupled with the way she looked at you with her hypnotizing viridescent eyes that shone with so much love for you that it made your heart burst.

Then when she grips your bicep to regather your attention, like now, you can feel the chill of her metal rings as they settle atop your skin., "Hm?," you girlfriend chuckled, taking the drink from your hands just to down it for you., "I lost you there for a minute detka, maybe you should lay off the booze, yeah?," she winked, and you pouted but reluctantly you nodded., "Good girl..."

Wanda pulled you onto the dance floor, and allowed your bodies to sway to whatever beat was playing as she stared down at her watch. Time was taunting her, because in just two hours time she was allowed to have you, but with the way you were pushing yourself back into her crotch she wasn't sure she'd last., "Careful detka, wouldn't want you to lose when you're this close.," you whined as she stilled your movements with a firm grip of your hips.

"Mommy, please.," you spun around to see her, "I don't care anymore, I just want you inside."

Wanda pulled you forward, her lips met yours, catching the pitiful groans you let out as you felt her hardened bulge through your dress. The witch wasted no time either as she pulled you off the floor, and towards the exit where you just so happened to catch sight of Natasha. The redhead smirked as she caught on, sending a wink your way with the tip of her drink, and if your eyes didn't deceive you, you're almost certain she mouthed out a "you're welcome." To which you once again just flipped her off.

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Once you were back in your room you felt like you were combust as Wanda snapped your dress out of existence and shoved you back onto the bed., “I’m going to wreck you.,” she now hovered above you in her bra, and briefs., “Please do.,” you groaned before pulling her face down and into yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda groaned herself as she was slowly thrusting down, just for your ample wetness to quickly transfer from your panties to her briefs.

Wanda pulled back to look up from you, a smirk took over her face as she saw the time. 11:50PM flashed brightly from your bedside table., “Ten minutes detka, bet we can time it just right too.,” she giggled when you met her with a confused expression, then she began to slowly move down your body, leaving behind deep marks like she always did, it was her favorite way to remind you that you were hers.

The witch lifted the hem of your panties teasingly slow, giving the illusion of incoming relief, then she watched your body flinch as she allowed the fabric to slap back into your skin., “Patience detka.,” she mocked, then she pulled the sticky fabric down, staring in awe as she was met with your glistening folds., “Mmm.,” she took a deep breath in, letting the smell of your arousal really seep in before she began to lightly lick at the sensitive mound, making your body squirm and twitch, and huff out in obvious frustration., “Mommy!,” she hummed against your clit causing your thighs to clench around her head., “Mommy said she doesn’t date quitters, so just be patient now detka…”

Wanda continued to tease you, increasing the amount of arousal that coated your thighs, and now her lips as she barely gave you any relief. After a painstakingly long six minutes she finally picked up her pace, slipping two of her fingers into you unannounced, and loving the way your body reacted to such a simple act. Her lithe fingers pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm, building you up, but expertly ensuring you didn’t fall over into bliss just yet. It wasn’t until the clock flashed 11:59pm that your lover increased the momentum, and added the use of her mouth back into the mix.

Counting down from ten against your clit in a stimulating hum had your whole body tensing in anticipation for the release that was about to take place, the pit was tightened unbearably, and after she got to one, her fingers curled strategically into your spot, causing your back to arch off of the bed while your bodies lower half convulsed. Wanda graciously replaced her fingers with her tongue as she claimed every last bit of your given arousal, even delving it deep within you to prolong your high.

Wanda was aching for release of her own, she went to roll a condom over her length but you quickly stopped her., “Mommy, no, I-I want you to cum inside me, please.,” her eyes lit up as you finally gave her the go ahead she’d been dreaming about., “Oh detka, you’re going to look so fucking beautiful carrying my child.,” she took a shaky breath in as she prepared her body to feel your warmth in totality, she has an unusually high stamina, but the fear of being lost in the feeling of your pussy and therefore prematurely busting was at an all time high.

Your whines for more inspired her to finally take the next step, her cock was even twitching in anticipation as she finally pushed her tip in., “Oh shit.,” she groaned as the unfamiliar feel of you organically wrapping around her hit, and you clenched hard at the feel of her filling you., “You’re so fucking tight detka, gonna make me cum without even fucking trying.,” she rested her forehead against yours, the both of your breaths mixing as she tried to reel herself in, then she finally brought her lips to yours in a rough kiss to match the pace she picked up.

Her tongue easily overtook yours, she explored your mouth, intent on tasting you in all forms, with added hints of sweetness from your drink, and a sliver of your essence from your arousal that still somewhat coated her lips and tongue. Your broken moans were filtering into her mouth as she fucked her cock so deeply into you that you could feel a prominent bulging of your abdomen with every repeated thrust. Wanda eventually lost her ability to keep up with the kiss as you’d already done long before her, she instead burrowed her face in your neck, sucking at the unmarred skin as she worked tirelessly to build you both up.

“Mommy please, I need to cum, but I need you to fill me up, wanna feel you deep inside.,” she groaned at your pleadings, you sounded as desperate for it as she herself felt, and so she ruthlessly pounded you into the mattress, choking out moans as your walls fluttered intensely around her length for a final time as she stilled atop you, her cum painting your walls white, and sending you into one of the most aggressive orgasms you’ve ever had.

Wanda watched in awe as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arching only causing her to spasm further as her cock was twisted and squeezed even harder, and she collapsed into you as the last of her cum spilled out of her, she was content with this position too, this way her seed didn’t come spilling out, and also, when she wakes up with her usual morning wood she’d already be in the perfect place to relieve that tension. Double ensuring that you ended up pregnant, and that she is never displaced from your cunt again.

“Sleep well princessa, mommy loves you.,” she laid a gentle kiss to your cheek, then hummed when you turned to meet her lips for a slow kiss., “I love you too Wands, so very much.,” she smiled tiredly, flicking her wrist to cover your bodies with the blanket, then she slipped off into a well deserved nights sleep after you.

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[soldier-tf2-america]

SOLIDER!

I'm here to ask you if I have premision to take you daughter out! ✨️

On

A

DATE!!

@soldiersrocketlauncher

WHAT!?

NEGATORY!

GO GET BACK IN FORMATION MAGGOT AND DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT ASKING THAT AGAIN!

DISMISSED!

[rooksunday]

“We’re going to have to go to the Temple.”

The answer came in a resounding thwap. Non-verbal, yet decisively negatory.

Fox rubbed his hand through his hair. His curls were limp and defeated. The ends drooled on the collar of his undersuit and made him shiver.

“Do you have an alternate suggestion?” he asked. He rapped his knuckles on the rim of the durasteel drum that the patrol team had rolled back with them. “This is barely big enough. And I think it last held something toxic. My lips are tingling.”

Another thwap. A third. More urgent? Emphatic? Fox hadn’t been offered the tentacle interpretation module in flash training.

Ha. ‘Offered’.

Fox sighed and propped his chin on the rim of the barrel, squinting into the dark water and its occupant. Deep red-brown tentacles with lurid green suckers curled over the rim of the barrel and plipped carefully across his pauldron in a noise like tearing flimsi. Shiv had one of the shinies in bed recovering from sucker-to-skin contact; not dangerous to anything but dignity, apparently, but if Fox started singing Coruscanti opera, he wanted to be sober enough to hit the high notes.

He patted one of the tentacles. “I know, I know, but maybe next time you’ll think twice before letting a shiny double-akk dare you to drink the mysterious bottles they find on patrol. We’re all getting another one of Shiv’s lectures thanks to you.”

A mournful blorp and another caressing plip over Fox’s cuisse followed by a bloop as Thorn retreated beneath the water. Dadita taps on the barrel indicated Thorn’s acceptance of his relocation.

Fox called over his shoulder. “Stone! Bring over the lid. We’re rolling this sucker to the Temple!”

And if Thorn managed to thwap a Jedi or two while he was there, well, Fox had plenty of storage on his bucket cam.

[aeithalian]

Have an observation of mine that I determined with the very legal use of pdfs and the control f function:

The phrase "I smiled" only appears 6 times in the entire ToA pentalogy.

he's glad he remembered Austin and Kayla's names (THO)

he's going crazy (THO)

he's meeting Grover (TDP)

he realizes his kids love him (TON)

he's comforting Dionysus (TON)

he's seeing Meg again after regaining godhood (TON)

The phrase "I grinned" appears 7 times.

he's going crazy (THO)

he's going crazy (TDP)

he's going crazy (TDP)

he's injured/passing out (TBM)

Piper laughed at a joke he made (TBM)

he's injured/passing out (TTT)

he's showing off his big sister (TTT)

The phrase "I laughed" appears 18 times.

4 are because he's going crazy/mentally foggy (3 in TDP, 1 in TON)

2 occur in flashbacks (Commodus in TDP and the Sybil in TTT)

4 are immediately followed by negatory words: mirthlessly and hysterically (both in THO), nervously (TBM, when Crest dies), and weakly (TON, could also fall under 'going crazy/mentally foggy')

2 are sarcastic (1 in THO, 1 in TDP)

1 is antagonistic (TON)

Which means that the remaining 5 are the only times Apollo genuinely laughs in the entire series. Which furthermore can be divided down even further when you realize:

3 are out of surprise/relief (twice in TTT when Reyna restores some of his power and once TON when he realizes he can trust Lu)

By basic math, this means that the 2 remaining times Apollo laughs in the entire series both take place in book 5. And they. both occur after his godhood is restored.

Allow me to reiterate:

THE ONLY TIMES APOLLO GENUINELY LAUGHS OUT OF JOY AND HAPPINESS AND NO OTHER REASON ARE AFTER HIS GODHOOD IS RESTORED.

Once with Dionysus. Once with Meg.

FURTHERMORE:

Our grand total for the amount of times Apollo outwardly shows and admits to feeling happiness in the entire series?

7

AND.

4 OCCUR AFTER REGAINING HIS GODHOOD.

Over half of his moments of genuine joy occur in the last four chapters of the series.

Get this man some therapy.

Furthermore, I will take this as evidence that Apollo is a giggly drunk.

(Disclaimer: this is not an exhaustive list: there are alternative phrases that include the words "smile" and "laugh" that directly refer to Apollo's actions and feelings, but that requires a lot more work and effort than I was willing to put in.)

EDIT: a masterlist of my other metas

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ~ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐭𝐰𝐨🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

previously titled Talk Dirty

word count: 1.5k

genres/tropes: romance, dealer!chris, sturniolo au, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers

teaser: here

pt. one: here

warnings: drug usage, alcohol consumption, guns mentioned and used (non-sexual context), smut, mature themes and topics

notes from bambi: this is a multi-part series, and updates will be sporadic.

Cassandra's POV:

I smacked my hand over my gaping jaw. Oh my god, I took a patron to the bathroom and practically ripped his shirt off. I’m going to lose my job for sure now.

Christopher reached gently for my arm, shushing the apologies that once again began to flood my lips. “Easy,” He closed my hand between both of his and looked me in my teary eyes. “None of that. Your intentions were pure, I’m certain of it.”

I nodded, ripping my gaze away as the tears slipped down my cheeks. “I really fucked this up. I’m so sorry.” I swiped furiously at my traitorous eyes before noticing the…oh FUCK- “Your shirt!” It was soaked. What the fuck is he supposed to wear now?

Christopher sighed, and then many things happened all at once. He took both of my wrists, gathered them into one hand, pulled my arms above my head, and pressed me up against the cold marble tile in one fluid, lightning-quick motion. “Please remain calm.”

As his nose hovered inches above mine, there’s no way he could have missed my heaving chest, darting eyes, and parted lips. The absurdity of the whole situation struck me like an oncoming semi-truck and I let out a most unlady-like snort. His mouth twitched. It’s contagious.

I couldn’t help it–I broke loose into a laugh. He let go of my arms and joined my witch-like cackling with guffaws of his own. My chest began to ache as I swallowed breath after breath just to giggle them back out, and those soon turned akin to a howl of paradoxical laughter.

Christopher braced himself against the countertop, shaking his head with that smile. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”

“No, I am, I really needed to…yeah.”

He pulled himself onto the counter, long legs whispering over the cold floor even as they hung there. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Christopher gestured to the empty bathroom.

“People will talk,” I replied. Pulling his dripping shirt from the sink, I gave it a once over and hung it over one of the stall doors. In the dim blue light, it looked almost stainless. 

“You’re funny, Miss Cassie.”

“Thank you…Mr. Christopher.” I flashed my eyes to him to see his reaction. A small smile. Not bad.

“What were you guys celebrating? With the champagne?”

Christopher leaned against the mirrored wall above the sinks and counter.

Christopher's POV:

I paused and wondered how much information I wanted to reveal to her. “A good week at work,” I settled on, hoping that would satisfy her. It seemed to. Cassandra nodded and hiked a leg up onto the counter, bending at the knee, twisting at the hip, and somehow contorting herself into–“That can’t be comfortable?”

She snickered. “It is. You can’t do this?”

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what it is I’m looking at.”

“It’s just, like…tucking one leg up under you to sit on, except I’m not sitting on it.”

“Somehow that makes less sense.”

Cassandra giggled again and something moved inside my chest. “Maybe you’re just not as…I don’t know, blessed as me.”

Oh I’m plenty blessed, Miss Cassie. I blinked. What the fuck? Calm down. “I’ll have to take your word for it.” I looked around for a moment. “I don’t suppose I meet the dress code anymore, do I?”

She looked at my shirtlessness and smiled sheepishly. “Negatory.”

“Looks like I’m stuck with you here then.”

Cassandra's POV:

I opened my mouth to respond, but at that moment my walkie tinged in my ear. “Cassandra, you have another party in Room 2!”

“Sorry, my–they need me to–shit, um–”

“Cassandra,” Christopher said quietly, interlocking his arms in front of his chest while another smile graced his features. “It’s okay. Go.”

“I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“It was good to meet you,” he said.

I grinned in spite of myself, turning and making my way out of the bathroom. “You too, Christopher.”

Christopher's POV:

I watched her leave in the mirror reflection. That has to be the most wholesome interaction I’ve had with a stranger in years. 

My phone vibrated and I tugged it out of my pocket, turning the screen towards me.

Matthew: That guy was just another drunk. What do you want security to do with him?

My brow furrowed into lines as I typed my response and pressed Send. I waited a moment for him to read it, and when he did, I considered the job done. Matthew had always been that way–steady, reliable, loyal to a fault. Nicolas carried the hot streak in the family, and probably the most Italian blood of us all. Though the oldest, Nicolas never felt the confidence in leadership that proved necessary to succeed in the line of work we engaged in. Matthew, on the other hand, lacked the social skills. All of us could be prickly, but they knew who took point in the important things. 

I hadn’t lied–we did come out tonight to celebrate. The elimination of competing products and markets is always cause for a party, in my opinion.

The door to the bathroom opened and a woman in a sparkly dress made her way inside. “Oh my,” she said at the sight of me.

“Sorry. Wine spill.” I indicated the button down drying on a stall door. 

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured. Her eyes glazed over me, and my pants tightened. “I'm not the one who spilled on you but…” She stepped toward me, her heels clicking in response. “I could make it up to you anyway.”

I glanced at my phone to check the time, and at that moment, her hand traveled up the outside of my thigh.

Matthew can handle himself, I thought, and pulled her body into mine.

Cassandra's POV:

As the days passed, I found myself mulling over the events of my strange first night at the club. Christopher, his brothers and their friends (business associates?), the conversation in the bathroom, the incident where he held me up against the tile–I thought about it all.

A week came and went before I saw Christopher back at the VIP section, though it only took 24 hours for me to hear his name mentioned.

“Do you know what they're gonna do about the door?” my co-worker asked as I waited on the computer to load so I could clock in. “No clue. They said it may have to come out of my check.”

“Um. What?” She scrunched her face. “That’s fucked.”

“I know,” I said with a sigh, tapping my employee number on the screen. “But it is what it is, I guess.”

She shook her head. “Absolutely not. Hold on.”

My eyes widened watching her march to the back office. I'm cooked.

The wink she gave me afterward did little to clear things up. The club lit up with energy shortly after, and in my hurry to carry drinks, I didn't get a chance to ask her how her impromptu meeting with our manager went. Although, as it turned out, I didn't have to–he called me into the office himself.

“Do you remember the name of the man you spoke to before the door shattered?”

“Yes sir,” I said, “Christopher.”

“I see.” He leaned toward his computer screen and seemed to scour the contents displayed on it. “Says here, ‘Please accept our donation of twelve thousand dollars to be used toward the repair of one floor-to-ceiling glass door. Should there be overflow, please tip the remainder to Miss Cassandra, who kept us safe and comfortable. Signed, Christopher Sturniolo at Sturniolo LLC’. Whatever you did,” he said, leaning back in his chair with an air of pride, “Did us a lot of good.”

I smiled warily, unsure what this could mean for me. “Thank you..?”

“I appreciate your work, Cassandra. Keep it up. I’ll have your tip tonight after last call.” He went back to his computer, and I took that as my sign that I was dismissed. Pins and needles throttled through my midsection. How much money did I just get? Is this really happening? All the commotion of the club did little to drown out the torrential downpour of my thoughts, falling like rain–quick and formless upon impact.

After the last round of shots splashed into their weary glasses, I took my weary feet back to the office. 

“Cash or check?” my manager asked.

“Ch-check please,” I stammered. 

After a moment of scribbling, and a half-second to look it over, he handed the pale yellow slip across his desk into my hand. “I’ve got a copy just in case something goes wrong.”

“Thank you sir,” I breathed, holding the enormous sum in hand. “Thank you so much.”

“Don't thank me,” he waved absently, “Thank your Christopher Sturniolo.”

I hurried out of the office without another word, check clutched close to my chest. I couldn’t look at it for hours–ridiculous, I know. But the looking made it real.

Once I arrived home, I locked my door with fumbling hands, strode to my bedroom and tossed my bag on the mattress. Just deposit the damn thing. It’s not gonna bite you for god's sakes.

With an apprehensive sigh, I opened my wallet where I’d stuffed it earlier and out came the yellow slip, equal parts daunting and why am I afraid of a piece of paper?

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[bondageundertaker]

Last Night Lonely

Chapter 2/?

The Angel in me sees the Devil in you

Pairings: Cody Rhodes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

When you saw him next you were walking across the parking lot to your car. 

"Hey!" you whipped your head around to see him waving at you from his tour bus stoop. 

 "You got a sec?" 

"Sure" You covered the distance quickly and he stepped aside, ushering you up the steps with a barely-there hand on your lower back. A whispering hiss and the door closed behind you both. You turned to face him, taking in a breath. The warm white downlighting cast a candle-soft glow, illuminating Cody’s sharp features and darkening his neck tattoo. 

“ I uh, I had an idea for a promo I wanted to run by you real quick.” 

“OK, shoot.”

“Yeah so I was thinking…I need to expand my character some and maybe take the chance to show a different side to me more than just a baby face…you know um… show some depth and angst or…romance…” he stepped forward, thumb rubbing at the corner of his mouth as he looked at you through lowered lids, long lashes punctuating his questioning tone.

The creative in you mused, nodding along as Cody spoke but unsure of how you could help given that you weren’t Talent. 

“Do you think that…I mean, you’ve been behind my camera for a while now, producing my segments, you think I have what it takes to pull that off?”

He stood square in front of you now, so close that you had to tilt your head back to see into his face. Your heart fluttered under the intensity of his gaze; a mixture of lust and longing. Too good to be wholesome was the phrase that sprung to mind. 

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. You close it, rinse, and repeat. You shook your head trying to snap out of your inopportune mutism but it had no effect. 

Cody recoiled with a wince and flumped down on the couch, wringing his hands in his lap. 

“Is it the lisp? Cause..I mean….” He half scoffed through the hurt. He had taken your negatory head shake as an answer to his question. 

“What? Oh, no, what, um…” You moved to sit next to him and reached instinctively for his hands, body finally catching up to the situation. As your thumbs rubbed gently over his knuckles he dared to look at you with hopeful vulnerability. 

“Like I said, lisps are sexy…you’re…very sexy.” Now it was your turn to wince at your own words, wishing the bus would suddenly slip into a sinkhole. 

A smug smile tugged at Cody’s lips. The bastard. 

“Kiss me” he teased, but you heard the command in his tone. Before you could gather any brain cells to say something, your body moved of its own accord. Moving a hand to his chest you tugged at the collar of his half zipped hoody and he let you lead him to close the distance between your lips, stopping only a hair's breadth short. You felt his hot breath on your lips for only a second before he swiped a lick of your lips from bottom to top with his tongue. 

The lightning move sent a thunderbolt to your groin and ignited an ache between your legs. You gasped, lips parted, eyes closed. Cody then brushed your bottom lip between his pulling gently before kissing you again, this time with his tongue gently pressing against yours: sweeping, licking, tugging, at a sensuously slow pace. 

The kiss deepened and as the tip of Cody’s tongue traced a line up the roof of your mouth you let out a shuddering moan, throwing your head back and breaking the contact. 

You were half laying and half sitting on the couch, completely unravelled. Cody followed you with his body, moving you both horizontal and placing his leg between your thighs. You immediately pushed up into the friction and Cody welcomed the movement by grinding down, rocking you with pressure.

By this point you were completely gone, a slave to your carnal desires. Cody began nipping and sucking at your throat eliciting the most pornographic sounds you’d ever made. 

“Jesus. Shit. Fuck.” Cody exhaled, nosing against your skin now peppering kitten kisses to that spot beneath your ear. With one hand you grabbed his hair and raked your nails against his scalp. With the other hand you gripped his shoulder and pulled him down to you, leveraging his whole weight. You rolled your hips desperate for more of him, his erection throbbing against your core. 

“Cody!” You let out a petulant harumph. Now pushing your breasts up into his chest, needing him to be touching you everywhere, desperate for total contact. 

“Y/N, fuck. Shit. I can’t. I’m…shit. I..” He couldn’t string the words together to make any sense. Instead, he doubled down on your neck and began sucking, biting, marking your skin. He only came up for air with the most obscene pops to accompany the heavy breathing and guttural moaning that filled the air. 

“Pleaseeee…I…!” You pushed at his face, cupping his jaw as he stared stupid into your eyes. He was a sight to behold: pupils blown, cheeks flushed, pink lips swollen and glistening. 

You moved your hand to his shoulder and with the other pushed him back to sitting so you could straddle his leg. He squeezed your ass tight with both hands, head coming forward to nuzzle between your breasts. You whipped your v neck sweater off with one swift movement and cupped behind Cody’s ears as he immediately moved to suck at your breast through your bra. 

“Ahh!” you yipped as he pinched your nipple between his teeth, hands coming to massage the other, this time rolling your nipple through his fingers. 

All you could do was tip your head back and grind down chasing your release, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Cody!” you begged, taking his hand bringing it to your mouth and sucking on his fore and index finger. Wild with pleasure you almost forgot what you had wanted them for and with a gentle graze of your teeth you released his fingers and guided them down your torso. With his palm against your navel, he used his other hand to unbutton your jeans. The moment his finger brushed your clit your orgasm overcame you in stuttering bursts. You collapsed on top of Cody, riding out your high to its twitching end. 

Cody held you all the while, big palms sweeping circles across your back. Once you arrived back in your body you pushed yourself up to face him. 

“I….” he began, fully flushed up his neck. He almost looked bashful. You moved your hand to the front of his tracksuit bottoms, eager to assist his release. Pressing down with your palm, he jumped with a hiss, bringing his forearm over his eyes. You looked down and saw the wet spot already darkening the emerald green material. 

“Did you….?” you started. 

Cody nodded, chancing a look at you, smile tugging at his lips.

" I guess your pussy likes my lisp as well..."

[todaysdocument]

Letter from George Washington to Representative James Madison Regarding Plans for His Arrival in New York City for the Inauguration

Record Group 59: General Records of the Department of StateSeries: Letters ReceivedFile Unit: January THRU June 1789

Mount Vernon Mach 30th 1789    67

My dear Sir,

I have been favored with your letter of the 19th by which it appears that a quoram of Congress was hardly to be expected before the beginning of the [next?] week.  As this delay must be very irksome to the attending members, & every days continuance of it (before the government is in [illegible] be more sensibly felt.  I am resolved, none shall proceed from me that can not be avoided (after notice of the election is announced)and therefore I take the liberty of requesting the favor of you to engage a lodging for me previous to my arrival.  Mr Lear who has already lived with me three years as a private secretary, will accompany, preceed me in the stage - and (7) Colo Humphreys, I presume, will be of my Party & Mr Lear.  On the subject of those lodgings, I will be frankly declare to you that I mean to go into none, but hired ones.  If these cannot be had, tolerably convenient (then I shall not be nice about them).  I would take Rooms in the most decent Tavern, till such time as house <s>shall</s> can be provided for the reception more permanent of the President.  I have already declined a very polite & pressing invitation from the Governor, to lodge at his house till a place <s>can</s> could be prepared for me; after which should any other offers of a similar nature be made  &  then could be no propensity in my acceptance of it.  But as you <s>know</s> are fully acquainted with my sentiments on this lead, I shall only add that as I mean to avoid private families on the one hand so on another I am not anxious to be placed, <u>early</u> in a situation for entertaining; for which reason private lodgings till I can feel the way a little would not only be more agreeable to my own wishes, but, more consistent, possibly with the principles of sound policy.  For as it is my intention to conform to the public desire & expectation, with respect to the <s>proper</s> style [illegible] for the President to live in, it might be then to know what those are before he enters upon it.  After all something may perhaps have been decided upon before this shall have reached you that may make the request negatory.  If otherwise I will only in one word say that my wish is to be placed in an independent situation <s>with a view to what</s> for the purpose I have next.

To

The Hon[ora]blee Jas. [James] Madison

30th Mar. 1789

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

Nathan just said to him, don't be a cutie-patootie. Because though it was negatory, he needed that.

Now he's blushing and don't know what to say or to be mad about it.

[ask-the-tf2-mercs]

For scout, pyro, and soldier; have any of you guys seen a Disney movie? if so, what’s your favourite one?

Soldier: Negatory! I've got no time for kid movies!

Scout: That's a lie, I saw you watchin' Robin Hood with Demo.

Pyro: [holds up a drawing of a bunch of Dalmations, then nudges Scout]

Scout: Alright, alright. Uh.. I liked The Jungle Book, I guess.