#no sex til January

[anniquepickett]

I never even met that guy in real life lol so yeah keep on with the rumors.

I’m flattered

[fingertipsmp3]

Not to be dramatic or anything (narrator: she’s being dramatic) but I think my doctor is trying to kill me

[lipglossanon]

Dirty Little Secret

Stepson!Leon S. Kennedy x Stepmom!Reader <one shot>

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pseudo incest, cheating, loveless marriage? lol, mommy kink, breeding kink, mentions of lactation kink, dirty talk, noncon, slight somno, mention of a rape play scenario, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✍️ just smut

title from Dirty Little Secret by The All American Rejects

You thought it was love. This guy wined and dined you then showed you the world. So when he proposes to you only three months into your relationship, you���re so smitten that you agree before he even finishes asking. 

It must’ve been the honeymoon phase because a year later, you’re stuck at home while he galivants around the globe for his business. It’s not like you have a hard time, but you’re lonely, done begging for attention from a man who apparently just wanted someone to live in his empty house while he’s gone. 

Then after months of stilted phone calls and cut short video chats, he drops by only to surprise you with a son from a previous marriage. Something you knew nothing about. After introducing Leon to you, he leaves him there—some flimsy excuse of letting you two get to know each other—and is off again once more. 

Leon smiles at you as his dad leaves, “Sorry to drop in like this.”

Your frown smooths out as you take a deep breath, “Not your fault, sorry if I’m off kilter. He didn’t even tell me about you til now.”

You wince after saying the words out loud but Leon only laughs. 

“It’s okay. I’ll stay out of your hair as much as possible.”

You wave your hand, “Don’t be silly, it’ll be nice to have company again.”

He smiles again but this one makes you feel a little more on edge, something about the way it doesn’t quite meet his eyes. 

“Well then, I’m sure we’ll get on like a house on fire.”

You settle into a new routine, Leon fitting into your day to day pretty easily. He’s sarcastic and mouthy, but it beats only having yourself for company. Your husband dropped off his son in late January and it’s now early May; it’s like you blinked and realized you haven’t even had anyone else visit except for Leon’s actual mom. (She’s surprisingly a sweetheart and quite helpful even if she makes Leon all moody to have her in your shared space). 

It’s after one such visit that left Leon in an irritable mood where you decide to have a little movie night in order to cheer him up. You’re unsure as to what started it this time, but the ex missus just gave you a quick smile and wave goodbye as Leon stormed off upstairs. Taking in a deep breath, you rap your knuckles on his closed door and listen for any movement.

Half a minute passes by before you hear him walk over and open the door. You take in his sweats and loose white tee. Good, it doesn’t look like he's headed out—you tilt your head before looking back up into his face. 

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, a corner of his lips ticking up into a half smile. 

“Wanna watch some shitty horror movies and order pizza?” You smile, pleased with yourself when he drops his arms. 

“Sure,” he shrugs, tossing his phone back onto his bedspread and pushing you away from his door, closing it behind him, “w’nna order a cheese pizza?”

“Sounds good,” you lead him back downstairs, flopping down on the couch and grabbing your phone. 

Leon sits on the cushion next to you, leaning over to watch as you scroll through the app. 

“Want any sides or anything?” You ask, attention still on your phone. 

“Pizza’s plenty.”

You feel his breath ghost across your neck and it sends a chill down your spine. Scrunching your shoulders up, you laugh and bump against his side. 

“That tickles, Leon,” you shift a little and you feel him move to face the television. 

Once you place the order, you lock your phone and sink into the couch. Leon’s close enough you can feel his body heat, but you know if you move he’ll end up next to you again. It’s something you’ve noticed over the time that he’s stayed here; you’ve only brought it up once and he admitted he likes being close since he misses his mom. 

You frown to yourself as Leon channel surfs, not wanting to start any movies only for it to be interrupted by the delivery guy. For him to miss his mom so much, he’s always pissy when she visits. Maybe he’s just salty that she let him end up living here with you? Glancing over at him, he notices you looking and shoots you a grin. 

“Have any idea on what movie we start with?”

You return his grin and drum your fingers against your thigh, “Hmmm, you ever watch Spookies?”

He shakes his head, “I’m assuming it’s bad?”

“The worst but in the best way,” you laugh.

He studies you for a moment. 

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”

Giddy warmth bubbles in your chest, “Of course, Leon. I know the situation probably isn’t ideal, but I’ll take care of you.”

He laughs low in his throat, “We’re nearly the same age.”

You wave him off, “Yeah, yeah, but I’m still older though.”

Lapsing into a companionable silence, you mindlessly watch as Leon zips through different shows until the doorbell rings. After stuffing your faces with pizza, you settle in comfortably on the couch, feet laying over Leon’s lap after he tugged your legs away from you. 

“No reason to stay curled up like that,” he pats your calf. 

Unsure how to feel, you eventually relax into him. If it doesn’t bother him, then why should it bother you? The heat from his lap must lull you to sleep because the next thing you know is blinking your eyes open to some random movie playing on the tv. Another beat and you groggily glance down your body at the new weight pressing you into the cushions. 

Sandy blonde hair fills your vision as you feel Leon softly suck a nipple into his mouth. Without you noticing, he has pushed your flimsy shirt up and tugged your bra cups down. Squirming under him only leads to him sighing softly, eyes fluttering shut as he licks around your stiff peaks. 

“Stop, stop,” you pant, feeling sluggish and out of sorts, arms and legs feeling wooden as sleep tries to cling to your senses.

Leon only laughs and goes back to softly sucking on your nipples, mouth drifting from one hard bud to the other with quick swipes of his tongue. 

“But mommy, you said you’d take care of me,” his low voice raises the hair on your arms, “mmm, and what I really need is to suck your sexy tits.”

There’s no denying the rush of slick that fills the gusset of your panties. 

“S’wrong, Leon,” you counter, weakly crying out when he gently bites your nipple. 

“Maybe, but I think you need this, need me to take care of you. After all, my dad’s not going to,” he growls and roughly sucks the puckered skin around your stiff bud, “you need a husband who wants to stuff your hot little pussy.”

A loud keening moan leaves your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.

His eyes are bright as a grin lights up his face, “See? C’mon, no one has to know that you let your stepson dick you down on the couch.”

Hips jumping, you mewl as he goes back to lapping at your nipples, hands coming up to grope the soft fat of your breasts. 

“Been waiting for this,” he murmurs into your sternum, mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses across your skin, “fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad, mommy.”

The condescension in that one word makes you drip, pussy throbbing for more than just words. 

“W-we shouldn’t though,” you try to get a grip on yourself, hands hovering over his hair, “god, I’m married to your father.”

“Is he here? Is he ever here?” He raises up and sneers at you, “never around when you need’em huh?”

Raising up onto his haunches he gives you a nasty smirk, “But that’s why you have me now. I’m gonna pound your hot little pussy day and night. Maybe it’ll even make you a real mommy.”

“Leon!” You gasp, nipples tightening at the thought, hands digging into the couch.

But he’s telling the truth. Your husband is never home— hasn’t called you back and barely replies to texts. You’ve been lonely and neglected even before Leon got here; so what if it’s wrong? It won’t kill anyone just to go along with him this one time. So that’s what you decide to tell him. 

“This one time,” you whisper, biting your lip as you give in to him, “just once.”

He laughs, “Sure, I can work with that.”

Once turns into twice. 

“It’s still just the one time,” you pant as he fucks into your squelching pussy, face mashed against the armrest of the couch, “it’s still the same round.”

“Sure, mommy,” he murmurs in your ear and you clamp down on him tighter, “whatever you say.”

Which turns into three and four and then five…

By the next afternoon, you're bouncing on your stepson’s fat cock in your own marriage bed. 

“Fuck, fuck, I need it, please, I wanna cum,” you whimper, grinding down onto Leon’s dick, “please.”

“Take it then, mommy, take your son’s cock deep in that little pussy,” he growls, thumb rubbing your clit in tight rough circles. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, eyes rolling back as Leon’s fat tip kisses your cervix, “god, it’s so good.”

“Yeah? Better than dad’s?” Leon asks, flashing you a smug little smile. 

“Uh huh,” you whine, hands pressing on his broad chest so you can ride him harder, “you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“Goddamn,” he growls, grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. 

Pulling halfway out, he bullies his cock back into your sopping wet hole, pace fast and hard making you wail as he rams against your g-spot. 

“Tell me mommy, tell me who’s making this fat pussy feel so good,” he pinches your nipples, “c’mon mommy, say it.”

“You,” you whimper, tears clumping your lashes, “you’re making mommy’s pussy feel so good.”

“Who?”

“My son,” you cry out as he tugs your nipples roughly, “my son’s filling my pussy and making me cum.”

“Good girl, mommy,” he coos mockingly and you squeeze his cock, pussy walls snug and wet around his thick length. 

“I’ve given you so many creampies,” he sighs, “fuck, I hope one of them takes. Wanna drink your milk.”

You shudder, hips stilling, “That’s so—”

“Hot?” He slaps your thigh and you start grinding on his cock again, “these tits leaking milk for me would be a dream come true. Let me breed you, mommy.”

“I can’t,” you mewl, clit throbbing as you rock your hips into his thrusts, “can’t get knocked up by my stepson.”

Leon groans, “It’ll just be the one time. Besides, I’ve been dumping load after load into this tight little cunt. We both know you want it, mommy. Making that pussy crave to have me stuffing her to the brim.”

You lean forward, face pressing against his neck as you moan brokenly. 

“I shouldn’t,” you hiccup, hips writhing as Leon reaches underneath you to grip your ass. 

“It’ll be our little secret,” he humps your pussy, cock knocking against your cervix and making you squeal, “let me breed you, mommy. Let your son breed your fat pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you slur, mouth panting and drooling against his skin, “oh god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Next time, I want you to fight me,” he whispers in your ear and you moan, “fight me so when I pin you down, I’ll be raping your hot wet pussy until you cream all over my cock, mommy.”

Your nails dig into his back and you scream, orgasm wiping out your thoughts as your body thrashes under Leon.

“I’m cumming, fuck, mommy, gonna fill you up again,” he rambles, hips pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy as you continue to orgasm. 

The last thing you see is Leon’s blue eyes staring down at you as your pussy milks his cock while he spurts rope after rope of thick cum inside your clenching hole. 

You wake up sometime later with Leon running his fingers along your arm and shoulder. 

“You okay?”

You hum and nod, stretching out along the bed, feeling a slight twinge in your hips. 

“May’ve over done it,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. 

Leon laughs and drops a kiss to your head. 

“Yeah I got that after you passed out.”

Giggling, you turn on your side to face him. 

“Need to drink more water I guess.”

He nods, a funny sort of smile overtaking his features. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone right?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Why would I? Even if we’re both adults, I don’t think anyone’s gonna be happy it happened.”

Sighing, you push up until you can swing your legs over the side of the bed. 

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Standing up, your thighs shake but you’re able to walk over to the en-suite bathroom. At the doorway, you turn back to see Leon staring at you, a hungry look in his eyes. You bite your lip knowing what you’re about to say isn’t a good idea, but what the hell. You’re already in it this far. 

“If you wash my back, I’ll wash yours,” tone flirty as you smile at him. 

Not waiting for an answer, you walk into the bathroom, listening as the sheets ruffle from Leon climbing out of bed to follow you.  

[00angelyoon]

-୨୧ your love is addictive

you’re the calm after the storm and the storm itself

୨୧ starring: hansol x gn! reader

୨୧ warnings: petnames, mentions of food and reader has insecurities about their looks, mentions of sex but not descriptive and thats it i think?

୨୧ tags: fluff, angst and first love trope

୨୧ synopsis: hansol was your first love and your last you believe..?

oh you loved him, hansol was your first love and the only man who loved you back. you had your fair shares of situationships and onesided relationships at the age of 17 but now instead of your lover making you cry and hyperventilate while wondering why you weren’t good enough, hansol brought you calm and a sense of nostalgia that felt like you were searching for your whole life.

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well actually that was a few months ago but now you were confused before you were certain of anything like your love for hansol and his love for you just as you were certain the sky was blue but it feels like your rose tinted glasses are fading

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its january 1st and your first love has broken your heart completely. you dont know how it happened or why but hansol pulled the whole its not you its me jest but you knew there was a problem with you like it had been for years just like your previous lovers you werent pretty smart or funny enough that was the story of your life.

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you’re now in college your freshman year partying drinking just like you imagined but your heart is still empty no matter how many men you sleep with you’ll never feel whole again like how you felt with hansol. you were halved when hansol left you and you’ll only be complete when hansol comes back to you

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you’re close to graduation and you’ve gaslighted yourself into thinking you’re over hansol but the truth of the matter is you’ve avoided any type of commitment or serious relationships. you still fondly remember when you were 17 sneaking out of your house to hansol’s car driving while listening to music eating burgers from some cheap place and never in your life did you ever feel so happy

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you’re 24 and you’ve grown still waiting for hansol but you’ve grown and you’ve come to peace with the fact that you’ll never be whole again and you’ll never come back to the love of your life again, that is until you saw your beloved once again and after a emotional interaction you learn that hansol was young and dumb and he apparently ‘realised he let go of the love of his life out of his own stupidity’ you pull an act trying to behave as if you hadnt been waiting for him all this time.

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you’re 28 getting ready to commit yourself to hansol and give him your heart and soul, you compelte yourself once again and now you’re whole and you know you wont be split again. you smiled and laughed and smiled more elated that you’re never going to part from your beloved.

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your 33 married still to your sol and now with two newborn little boys and now you had proof of your love to hansol walking the earth and you’ve learned and grew and hansol did with you and now you guys have never gone a day without pure joy and calm and you both have never been more smitten and that it will be til you both have grey hairs.

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[biscuitsngravie]

fics for december

i dont do events and stuff like that, so pls dont think this is a kinkmas thing. this is just my lineup for december. lmk if you wanna be tagged. tbh?? im gonna upload all of these mfs on the same day LMAO. with the possible exception of the two nurse geto ones since that's a collab with @yasminessims <3

the last one (getou x stripper reader) is a long fic, so at MOST it'll get started in december, but def aint finna be done lol

levi x reader: Ssshhh🤫

your needy ass couldnt wait til you got home, so now he has to fuck you in an empty room. be quiet. or else

shanks x reader: gangsta fairytale

hc style even tho i got carried away. mafia au. i aint go much to say, this was just brain worms

sukuna x reader: what that mouth do?

this is just like...pure horny. we're doing true form sukuna, we're doing double cocks, we're doing mouths everywhere and anywhere, and you know we puttin tummy mouth to work! (this is the one that won the poll)

SatoSugu: just like that...

*tag is correct for positions. this one is a surprise.

Nurse Geto x Gojo: ails that plague the healthy

gojo gets hurt and the nurse who triages him is hot. unbelievably so. all of a sudden he's the "clumsiest" bastard alive. this one is a collab with @yasminessims and we're doing a fem and masc version!

getou x stripper!reader — carousels and wishing wells: a tale of poles, pussy, and power

i dont even have the braincells to describe this one. ur a stripper. he's a client. need i say more? i wanna bring a *slightly* more realistic approach to this one (having been the child of actual sex workers sfhsklf) hence why it's gonna be long as fuck lol

i have time to finish all of these in december tbh, but if i need more time ill just upload all of them in january. i dont feel like posting more than once, so if anything ill just save them in my drafts. that way i can add anyone who wants to be tagged accordingly. i'll let yall know when i have a date. tbh i really wanna finish them this month cause i wanna finish my book in january before i start the next one in august😭

if you wanna be tagged in anything in particular or in all of them lmk. ill reblog this regularly

[zerostyrant]

MEGA UPDATE/REVAMPED INTRO!!!

HELLLLLOOOOO everynyan, my name is Zenith Petrichor! I am usually referred to as Zen, but other names include Zero, Zennie, and on joking occasions, Till and Giyuu. (its not a joke anymore for Till)

Im the most active on my ALNST side blog, @verdantlights !!

I am 18, and my birthday is January 26th! I was on tumblr very briefly a long time ago and I never really returned until my irl moot ( @alien-til-i-stage ) dragged me on here by my hair. (i know where you live, loser)

My pronouns are zey/zem/zeirs and hy/hymn/hymns. If not that, then you can use he/him/it/its.

I am cupio/aegoromantic and aegosexual. Basically, the idea of romance/sex is appealing in theory, but not in practice for me. I also wish I could experience romantic love normally, hence being cupioromantic! I project this onto my ocs on occasion, but usually, my ocs are more allosexual or alloromantic than I am. Do not sexualize me, specifically, unless we are close and I know you well enough/am comfortable with you (you can just ask me, too). I don't mind people simping over or sexualizing my ocs unless I specifically say not to. <3

I have Autism, ADHD, and OCD!! I'm diagnosed as much as I can be with the sources I have available to me. I am a germaphobe and emetophobe as well as a perfectionist. This shines through in my artwork and so sometimes it takes a while for me to get art out.

I write and draw!! My art will be posted throughout my different side blogs!! (listed below) But here's my ao3!

Here's my pronouns page!!

Here's my straw page!!

Here's my commission info!! vv

I talk about pretty gruesome and heavy themes as a metaphor in my writing quite often, such as cannibalism, stalking, obsessiveness/possessiveness, murder, gore, etc. I would like to mention that I personally get nauseous at visuals of any of these things (i was in the mlp fandom as a young child with internet access, that speaks for itself) so I won't be drawing anything visual to go along with my writing. The most I'd do is draw blood and very ambiguous perspectives of a scene.

Current Hyperfixations include:

ALNST (side blog is @verdantlights )

KNY (side blog is @abundantsnow )

Kaiju No. 8

Wind Breaker

Sk8 the Infinity

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

TOUCHSTARVED VN (side blog is @lockedbehindtheambereye )

MASHLE: Magic and Muscles (side blog is @grimscripter )

All of my OCs!!!!! :D i love my sillies

Thanks for stopping by!! <3

[glennk56]

William Hootkins in the 1980s (1 of 5)

William Hootkins appeared in an episode of Tales of the Unexpected, originating in the United Kingdom. This show featured short dramas with a twist ending most written by Raold Dahl. Hootkins had his beard at this time but would have to shave it off for a later role.

The above photos are from Tales of the Unexpected, episode entitled Taste in 1980 about a wine expert.

He also had a small role in Hussy with Helen Mirren. And yes there was a sex scene but so tastefully done that photos were pointless.

In December, 1980 Flash Gordon was released. Hootkins played Munson, Dr. Zarkov's loyal assistant, but he did have his limits.

In March of 1981, Hootkins played Winston Churchill in the UK mini-series The Life and Times of David Lloyd George, about the controversial liberal Prime Minister. This is the role that required Hoot to shave off his facial hair.

He also appeared as a Tour Guide in the movie Sphinx in 1981.

He also appeared in another Tales of the Unexpected in the episode entitled The Boy Who Talked with Animals.

In the summer of 1981 is when Raiders of the Lost Ark was released. Hootkins played in 2 scenes, probably the least memorable, although I do recall that they had "Top Men" working on what to do with the Arc.

In January of 1982, Hootkins guest starred as Teddy Roosevelt in American TV series, Bret Maverick. I hear Teddy traveled with his own portable bathtub.

In December of 1982, Hootkins played a cab driver in Trail of the Pink Panther with David Niven and Herbert Lom. He probably never met them, but he did share his scene with Joanna Lumley.

In the first half of 1983, Hootkins appeared on 3 American TV shows. One was Cagney & Lacey in February, where he played a not very cooperative and frustrating theater manager.

Another was Taxi. He played a sneaky Liquor Authority Agent who attempted to fail Jim, the bar owner and make him lose his license.

The next will have to wait til the next Hootkins post, probably tomorrow.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Ryan Adamczeski at The Advocate:

According to Mark Robinson, the best forms of birth control and sex education are... none? The Republican candidate for governor in North Carolina has gone viral yet again for his abhorrent comments — this time for remarks he made during a January 2022 appearance at Hilltop Baptist Church in Thomasville, N.C., in a video shared by Huffpost. Robinson mocked women's empowerment as well as educational programs that provide sex and contraception information. “Why don’t you use some of that building up of your mind and building up of empowerment to move down here, to this region down here,” he said, gesturing to his crotch. “Get this under control.”

Robinson repeatedly disparaged sex education in his speech, as well as the availability of birth control, which includes even oral pills and condoms. The conservative has called for bans on reproductive health care, including a ban on abortion for "any reason," despite admitting he took his wife to get one early in their relationship. “See, because this region right here, that’s the only region on your body that can make life and take life,” he continued. “If there’s anything we need to be telling our young people, it’s they need to be responsible with their reproductive systems. That means you don’t lay down and act like you’re making a baby til you’re ready to have a baby.”

“All this giving out of birth control and advising people how,” Robinson said. “Here’s how you don’t have a baby: You don’t have what you do to make a baby until you’re ready to have that baby.”

North Carolina Lt. Gov. and Gubernatorial candidate Mark Robinson (R) went on a disgusting and vile tired against birth control and sex education during a 2022 speech at Hilltop Baptist Church in Thomasville, NC.

[misshoneyimhome]

Lover I Frederik Andersen

Tags: ex-boyfriend!Freddie; Frederik AndersenxReader; Fullf; Wedding; 

”Lover” – Taylor Swift'

Word count: 1.6K

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We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

The day had been nothing short of amazing. Stephanie was the most beautiful bride, you’d ever seen in real life, and the ceremony had left no eye dry. Mitch had looked so proud, standing there, seeing the love of his life walking towards him; about to say yes to be his forever. 

It was simply wonderful.

And you’d had a great time as well. Seeing one of your best girlfriends marrying the love of her life; her best friend, made you feel warm and deeply happy for her. And of course, you’d make it your life’s mission to hunt down Mitch if he’d ever break her heart; but in this very moment of ‘I do’s’ and vows, you had no doubt they were made for each other. 

The only little tinge you felt in your chest, was caused by the gazing honey brown eyes, belonging to none other than your gorgeous of a ginger ex-boyfriend/former lover: Frederik Andersen. 

You and Freddie had history – not a long one, but history, nonetheless.

Freddie had very casually walked straight into your heart back in 2019, when he was the starting goaltender for the Toronto Maple Leafs, the moment Stephanie had introduced you to the team and their significant others. You’d come to know Stephanie through another girlfriend of yours, and your quickly growing friendship had made her take you in and made you a part of the inner circle of the hockey team. 

Something you’d never even dreamt of in your life but was so grateful for had happened. 

And you enjoyed every second of it. Every game, every team event, and not to mention, every time Freddie had looked at you. If someone asked you, if you believed in love at first sight, this was probably the closest you’d come to experience it. Because it must have been love - And Freddie had not held back in expressing his feelings for you, and bluntly asked you out.

So that was your history: one year of pure joy and happiness; amazing sex, laughter, comfort post losses, and genuine heart-warming feelings. 

Unfortunately, your fairy-tale had been cut short, when Freddie was to move to the Hurricanes in North Carolina, and you were unable to move with him. Not only because you’d only been going out for a year, but also because you’d just started your new job after an important promotion, you’d worked so hard for. 

And it’s not that you didn’t want to move with Freddie, but he simply couldn’t live with himself if he knew that it’d been his fault that you’d have to give up on your career and start all over – just so he could have his. No, it wasn’t fair, and eventually you’d agreed. 

The first couple of months went well though; you tried to talk every day and keep each other updated of your whereabouts, but then it grew too hard for the both of you. The distance alone just made you fall apart – and it had been Freddie who’d eventually been the one to rip off the bandage. 

Although it’d hurt, you knew it was for the best. 

So here you both were, at the party of a wedding between your very close friends. Both standing in a room, filled with nothing but joy, laughter, and romance. And Freddie simply couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were gorgeous. 

He could tell that you’d spent hours getting ready; your hair and make-up were flawless, but what was truly captivating was your smile. The dimples by your lips, that you’ve always hated so such, but he loved so wholeheartedly, because it meant that you were happy. 

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

As you were standing there, talking to some of the other guests with a drink in your hand, it was like Freddie’s feet moved all by themselves. The magnetic attraction between the two of you, made him slowly yet determined walk in your direction; and as you felt his presence near you, you turned around and as your eyes met the soft expression on his alluring, handsome face, your heart melted all over again.   

“Please, dance with we?” he simply asked, husky words softly escaping his lips, and as an automatic response, your head nodded, and your mouth spoke the word ‘yes.’

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

One of his hands, softly took one of yours, and his other hand was placed on your hip, as your available hand gently took its place on his shoulder. You knew people were looking, but there was a not a drop of care within either of you – both just simply enjoyed and embraced he gentle touches and the air you shared between you. 

It was like everything was coming back to you, a monsoon of emotions washing over your body, mind, and soul. And oh, how it felt so good. 

As the two of you swayed softly to the music playing from the speakers, you were in a world of your own. His arms stretched to push out apart, swing you around, and then pull you back into his body. His large, warm, and solid body. The body you knew oh so well; you’d seen naked on multiple occasions; you’d been intimate with, touched, and kissed – the body of the man you’d love for three years. 

And it looked good in a suit. Freddie’s always had a great taste in suits, and you’d never held back on your compliments of the matter. But tonight, he looked exceptionally good. The summer had done him well, given him a light tan, almost brightening his already fierce ginger hair. He shone nothing but confident and self-awareness, as he once again starched his arms, pushing you apart, and then pulling you back in again.  

And then he held you tightly.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Lover

“You look beautiful,” he whispered delicately into your ear, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. His voice, the words, his breath; he had you wrapped around his finger all over again. 

You offered him a sweet smile. 

“Thank you,” you simply replied, as your eyes locked and you again swayed from side to side, holding each other closely. 

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

Gently, he once again repeated the dance moves, but this time as he’d pulled you back into him, he held your hands between your chests, one still resisting on your waist, and leaned his forehead against yours. Both of you almost closed your eyes, as you leaned into each other, and mentally left the room, only letting yourself be aware of the music. You were mesmerised. Lost in another life – in a life with only you and Freddie. 

“I’ve missed you,” his words were smooth and soft, his breath warm, and his heartbeat steady. His words worked like magic, making your knees weak and leaving our mind in a haze. 

But then you felt it. The way he’d left your heart hollow when he’d broken up with you. The pain he’d caused when he spoke the words you never thought would be said between you. The dryness in your eyes, after you’d shed every single tear, you had left in you, after he’d given up on your relationship. 

So, you forced yourself to look up at him. And into the deep of his eyes, where you could almost see your own reflection. 

“Don’t play with me.” Your words were shaky, and voice close to trembling.

He kept his eyes locked on yours, and your bodies swayed towards the end of the song; and he knew, it was now or never. Either he spoke the words he so deeply, desperately needed to speak, or he’d lose you for good. 

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

“I love you,” he almost whispered. Your pupils were shifting from side to side, as if searching for evidence of truth or lie in his soul. Your breathing increased, your palms got sweaty, and you could feel that oh so familiar and very pleasant tinge of sensation in your fingertips – it was love.

Waves of delicate softness flowed through your veins, as your heart pumped red blood spreading oxygen to your cells, filling the void within your heart with warmth, joy, comfort, and pure happiness. 

Words escaped your mouth, and air left your lungs as you spoke. “I love you too.” 

And as the last melody of the song played its tunes, Freddie’s lips found their way back it their rightful place: to your lips, in a tender kiss. 

[anoramactir]

CATCH UP! tagged by @pinkfey, tysm jasmine!! <3 i'm usually awful at actually doing tag games, but i'll take any excuse to avoid vacuuming rn

LAST SONG: get him back! by olivia rodrigo! i was at her concert last night and that was the closing song. my friends and i weren't the only non-parents over 20 there, thank god. i had this horrible fear that we'd be towering over an endless sea of middle schoolers like🧍‍♂️

CURRENTLY WATCHING: rewatching sex and the city + black sails simultaneously. i switch depending on how much brainpower i want to use

THREE SHIPS: i finished mass effect in january and i'm still obsessing over margot shep/thane + margot/kaidan. probably will be for the next 6 months, tbh. also temperance (current tav)/karlach!

FAVORITE COLOR: usually pink & green but i might be becoming a purple & yellow girlie? watch this space

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: an embarrassing amount of strawberries. like this is undignified

FIRST SHIP: god. fang/max from maximum ride. yes, the james patterson ya about the kids with wings. no, i don't want to talk about it

PLACE OF BIRTH: pakistan 🇵🇰

CURRENT LOCATION: florida, though i might be moving to north carolina next year? BIG maybe, but we'll see what happens

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: very casually seeing a guy, we'll probably be done by summer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

LAST MOVIE: sofia coppola's priscilla! i liked it but didn't love it. the tall guy from euphoria is actually kind of talented, though? who knew?

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: cleaning up my pinterest, thinking about making an album cover for my infamous oc's band. remaking, really. i lost the first version of this edit in a photoshop crash late 2023 and have been to traumatized to try again til now

TAGGING: @gwynbleidd, @yrlietlanaevyss, @jennystahl, @lavampira, @rosykims, @mrs-theirin, @lvllns, @faarkas, @ansburg, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it.

[meya-lily-writes]

TPF&TML Posting Schedule

I've started posting chapters from my long fic, The Perek Flower and the Meya Lily. Since it's not finished yet, the updating may be slow, but I wanted to put up a tentative schedule. Just so you know what to expect.

Also, this is what I'll be working on most of the time. So, for a little bit, I won't be posting much else unless specifically requested.

Schedule under the cut.

April 1 Meet Ugly (A Wolf in Cheap Clothing)

April 15 Breakfast at Replimat’s

May 1st Frela no Kale’ene i Watanesa

May 15 Past Prologue Adjacent

June 1 Frela no Kale’ene Logs

June 15 Oh no, my Foot, it’s Broken

July 1 A Watched Clock Never Boils

July 15 Mara’s Log 1.1

August 1 Late for Lunch

August 15 Let Him Bake

Sept 1 Two Garaks too Much

Sep 15 Mara’s Log 2 and Dancing Around the Bush

Should be done writing and ready for editing at this point.

Oct 1 Non-practicing Slut

Oct 15 Hit Like a Train out of Left Field

Nov 1 Weakness

Nov 15 Hemlock Holmes

December 1 Polygon of Virtue

December 15 When the Farm’s on Fire…

December 25 All Bets are On

January 5 2025 Log 3

January 9 A Butterfly in the Hand…

January 12 Fascination

Jan 19 Log 4

Jan 23 Camping Trip I

Jan 26 What Goes up Must Hit the Fan

Feb 2 Don’t Lead a Sedimentary Life

Feb 9 Oh no, our Shop

Feb 16 Oh no, our Fleet

Feb 23 Log 5

Feb 27 Five Dishonorable Klingons

March 2 Klingons Attack

March 9 Switched: What You Most Want

March 16 MI > JB

March 23 Log 6

March 27 Camping Trip II

March 30 Log 7

April 3 Ziyal

April 6 Ion Storm

April 13 Broken Link

April 20 I Don’t Want no Consequence

April 27 Log 8

May 1 A Dress: Molly Shenans

May 4 Camping Trip III/Switched: Walk a Mile if the Shoe Fits

May 11 Sus

May 18 Final Nail in the Straw

May 25 Eat your Can of Worms

Jun 1 Child of the Forest

Jun 8 Master of Lies

Jun 15 Out of a Mountain and into a Molehill

Jun 22 A dress: Nearly Worthy of Ambassador Troi

Jun 29 Sure, Holosuites are for Sex, but Have Some Class

Jul 6 Nightmare

Jul 13 Murder but it’s a Vibe & Murder but it’s not a Vibe

Jul 20 | |l

Jul 27  || |__

Aug 3 Invasion & Log 9 & Apple of the Needle’s Eye

Aug 10 I Can’t Swim

Aug 17 Who Are You

Aug 24 Are You Smarter Than a Cardassian Spy

Aug 31 Cardassian Art Gallery

Sept 7 Gold Frankincense and Murder

Sep 14 Log 10

Sep 18 Ice Skating 

Sep 21 Please Beam Me Into Space

Sep 28 Log 11

Oct 2 Meet Emelia

Oct 5 Emelia Confesses

Oct 12 Do You Trust Me

Oct 19 Xhalsse’esch

Oct 26 Waiting til the Last Second

Nov 2 Suffer

[2q5b]

VAEIRA

By Ezra

January 11th, 2024

Moses and God were in the 6th grade. They were best friends. Not that either of them really had any other friends. They hardly spoke to anyone but each other. But they told each other everything. They had sleepovers almost every weekend, usually at Moses’ house because Moses was one of those kids who get to roam free everywhere because their parents are kind of checked out. Always busy with something or worried about something, but never about what Moses and God were doing up in the guest room til 3 a.m. Anyway, they didn’t do anything bad. One time they smoked cigarettes out the window, but mostly they just talked for hours. About music, about dreams, about things they’d heard but weren’t sure, about their childhoods, their regrets, about sex (of course), and all the great mysteries of the sixth-grade universe. They told stories, wild made-up stories about all the other kids they knew, most of whom treated them like they were a bit of unidentified scum on the underside of a picnic table at the park. The stories weren’t true but the human details were. They watched the other kids, tried to learn everything about them, traded intel, almost like they were building a database, but they didn’t know for what other than for making up the stories. God always noticed the best little details about people, stuff that when They told Moses Moses was like how the heck did you get that one. And God would always say, all you have to do is just pay attention.

Moses knew God was trans. They didn’t even have to say They were trans, God and Moses just told each other things and told each other things and looked things up and after a while the two of them put the pieces together, almost at the same time. Actually neither of them had heard of being trans before, but God had told Moses They weren’t a boy or a girl but something else instead, and then Moses heard about being binary transgender, and read a whole lot about it over a few weeknights. And he told God all about it and said, maybe it’s that? And God said, No, I think I heard about that too a little, but it’s different because I’m not one turning into the other, I’m just neither. And then one weekend even before the two of them got to Moses’s house God had this thing They wanted to tell Moses and was kind of excited about it but waited a while. And then at like ten o’clock finally They told Moses They heard about this thing called being non-binary or some people call it trans non-binary and explained all this stuff They’d read about it. And Moses was super psyched and hearing all about it was like, okay so that’s it! That’s what you are, right?

And God’s affect kind of changed and They got quiet and then was like, I guess, maybe.

And Moses knew something was wrong but didn’t know how to ask what.

So he asked, so do you want to tell people or is it a secret?

Tell them what? said God.

I don’t know. Like do you want to use different pronouns? God was still using He/Him pronouns at this time.

And God waited a minute and said quietly, it’s not a secret. You can tell anyone. You can tell everyone. I want everyone to know.

And Moses was sort of stubbornly not getting quiet, like not matching God’s affect, because he was really excited and wanted God to be excited too. Moses said, Okay, so but what do I tell them? Like should I tell them you’re trans non-binary? Or like what should I say you are?

And there was a pause and then Moses kept pushing: Like, imagine I’m talking to, I don’t know, I’m at lunch talking to Benji Eisenbaum, and I say, God told me this thing, and he wants everybody to know, God is… what?

And God said, in a way that Moses knew that it was really important: I’ll be what I’ll be.

But Moses was still excited and almost even a little angry. And he was like, really just as a joke: Okay so I’ll tell them, ‘God is I’ll-be-what-I’ll-be’? 

And right away Moses knew it was the wrong thing to make a joke, maybe even before making it Moses knew not to make a joke, it wasn’t a moment for jokes. But God didn’t seem offended at all, just seemed really calm and serious and said, Yes. Exactly. Tell them that.

Our parasha this week begins after God and Moses have already known each other for a while. They’re adults, forget the sixth grade thing, I changed my mind. They met out in the wilderness, when Moses was all alone and had no one to talk to, and God seemed extremely cool and mysterious and confident and Moses was pretty much a nervous wreck. But what Moses didn’t realize is that God didn’t have anyone to talk to either. At least Moses had his family and some sheep. God hadn’t spoken to anyone, like at all, in years.

Moses was so nervous. Moses is always nervous when he has to interact. He has social anxiety, or something like that. Maybe something worse than that. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he spends basically all his time alone. But Moses connects with God. Like right away. Pretty soon they’re obsessed with each other. 

God gives Moses a mission: to tell everyone about God and demand that the king of Egypt let all the slaves go free to be with God out in the wilderness.

Our parasha opens with a long monologue by God describing what sounds to me like some kind of breaking point.

וַיְדַבֵּ֥ר אֱלֹהִ֖ים אֶל־מֹשֶׁ֑ה וַיֹּ֥אמֶר אֵלָ֖יו אֲנִ֥י הֹ’׃

וָאֵרָ֗א אֶל־אַבְרָהָ֛ם אֶל־יִצְחָ֥ק וְאֶֽל־יַעֲקֹ֖ב בְּאֵ֣ל שַׁדָּ֑י וּשְׁמִ֣י ה’ לֹ֥א נוֹדַ֖עְתִּי לָהֶֽם׃

God spoke to Moses and said to him, I am yud-heh-vav-heh.

I appeared to Avraham, to Yitzchak and to Yaakov as “El Shaddai,” but my name, yud-heh-vav-heh, I didn’t make known to them.

There’s a side issue often raised here: didn’t God use that special name before? It appears many times in Genesis. But don’t get distracted. What God is trying to say is an emotional reality. God does not feel known. God has been so lonely. Yes, okay, God has been “out” for a while to some people, but on a deeper level God has still been in hiding. Not really showing Themself. Names aren’t the point, getting pronouns right isn’t the point. Coming out is deeper than that. God doesn’t want to just exist, just be tolerated and allowed to do whatever out in the desert as long as They don’t bother anyone. And God doesn’t want to be politely included in the existing system, with everyone going around in a circle and saying their pronouns. God wants to be known. And the system, as it exists right now, is incapable of real inclusion, real respect, real knowing. God doesn’t just want crumbs thrown to Them by the empire, and a few friends whose shoulder They can cry on. 

If They’re honest, God wants a fucking revolution.

God’s taken a few steps, but it hasn’t been enough. They’ve been trying to make a change, trying to get Moses to talk to everyone and explain who They are, but it hasn’t worked. Pharaoh laughed Moses and Aaron out of the room. God is not real to rich motherfuckers like Pharaoh. He treats God like shit. It doesn’t affect his bottom line so fuck it. God is exasperated. God is sick of being invisible, being treated like They don’t exist. It’s time to stand up for Themself. God’s mad as hell and They’re not gonna take it anymore.

God is going to bring the children of Israel out of Egypt. That’s who God is. Maybe people have heard God’s name. But they don’t know the real God. And they’re about to find out.

But the situation is bleak. Moses has pretty much given up. Nobody’s listening. Moses tries to explain all of this stuff to the slaves, but all his fears come true, again. 

וַיְדַבֵּ֥ר מֹשֶׁ֛ה כֵּ֖ן אֶל־��ְּנֵ֣י יִשְׂרָאֵ֑ל וְלֹ֤א שָֽׁמְעוּ֙ אֶל־מֹשֶׁ֔ה מִקֹּ֣צֶר ר֔וּחַ וּמֵעֲבֹדָ֖ה קָשָֽׁה׃

Moses told this to the children of Israel, and they didn’t listen to Moses, because of shortness of breath and because of hard labor.

Of course they didn’t. They live in a society that doesn’t let them breathe. It’s Egypt that’s sick, not the slaves, not Moses. But Moses doesn’t see it that way.

See? says Moses to God. I told you. Something’s wrong with me. I can’t talk to anyone. Nobody listens to me. I’m just nobody, I live far away from everybody, they all hate me.

But that’s exactly why you’re perfect for this, says God. You get it. You know what it feels like to be invisible.

I’m just worried it’s not gonna work out for us, says Moses.

Honey, says God, we’re going to be just fine. Watch this.

[nothingchanges27]

Do you know what these illegals are getting? This is from a mayor in CA... in addition to free healthcare, sex change operations, free college, and 20%down on a home to buy??? Wtf???

We can't wait til January to deport these invaders!

[zerodaryls]

19, 22, 23 (the temptation to ask 12 was sooooo strong ((i mean maybe you made more than one but jeez who does that lol)).)

<3

19. What’re you excited about for next year?

hate that this is the first thing that came to mind but i'm really lookin' forward to getting a tax return so i can put it toward my next Wales trip (though that probably won't be until a couple years later lol)

but like. other than that i don't really have a lot of Concrete things i'm looking forward to next year. 2024 is largely unwritten in my mental Planner. i guess i'm excited about Possibilities. i've put myself out there with a couple business ventures (like, self-employment stuff that i'm hoping will work out for me so i can finally get my own place and have a comfortable schedule and stuff), and i'm hoping to publish my first novel in some way, so i'm curious and a lil anxious but still excited about where things might lead.

22. Favorite place you visited this year?

god that's a tough one because i did a lot of traveling this year lol. like, mostly all within a 2-hour radius of where i live, but i've explored a lot of towns and metro areas. i really like the Tennyson St area of Denver; it's like its own downtown and not half as overwhelming as the big city center.

a little further out was Trinidad, CO, and i really loved the vibe of that little town. the downtown was really charming, with a super cool history museum that had a special section dedicated to a Dr. Stanley Biber, who was known for doing gender-affirming surgeries from 1969 until he retired. he literally did over 3,000 bottom surgeries for trans people, and apparently at one time the town was known as "the sex change capital of the world". i didn't even fucking know that when i stopped off at this town, what a pleasant surprise!! there were several visibly queer/trans people in town (yes i'm going off vibes but like. c'mon. my gaydar is excellent) and stickers in the windows of local businesses proclaiming them to be accepting, affirming, safe spaces. <3

i went into a local artist co-op shop and the guy who ran it was sitting there whittling at his latest wood project, and he talked to me for a while about how he moved there a few years ago and absolutely loved it, how everyone was so warm and friendly, he made me wanna move there lol.

i think when i go places, what really makes a place stand out to me is the interactions i have with people there. i'm an introvert by nature but i really hold those short, sweet connections with strangers dear to my heart.

23. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

god, i don't even remember what state i was in at the beginning of the year, so idk what would have benefited me most. i do wish i'd set aside a little more money to do the discovery flight thing this year. i'm gonna have to postpone it til next year, hopefully i can make it a birthday gift to myself toward the beginning of the year, lol, but i think if i could message myself in january 2023 i'd be like 'put like 200 bucks aside so you can fly a plane this year'

also 'do NOT buy that 80 dollar vibrator. it fucking sucks. the 20 dollar one is literally better. never buy expensive toys because they are never as good as you'd think they'd be'. 😅

[clawbehavior]

fic stats meme

thanks for the shout-out @godotismissingx @killerandhealerqueen @technitango

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

all mine are rated E

most hits: i hope you are lonely (gaon's sex tape goes viral post-canon. yohan returns to do damage control but can't quite manage his Feelings). i always laugh when i see this fic because i was so sure it'd attract a niche following. instead it's my highest performing fic. fandom is unpredictable, uncontrollable and magnificent.

second most kudos: elevator troubles (yohan, gaon, and min jungho in an elevator in that order)

third most comments: elevator troubles. although i stopped responding to comments across my fics because i have so little time that i can either write or respond, i cherish every single one. they keep me going when i hit the inevitable black hole of frustration. somebody wrote a comment "simple but great" on one of my first fics and it still fuels me

fourth most bookmarks: eating alone, eating together (post-canon, yohan learns what it is to be human again.) this story marked my return to fic writing after a decade. it's insane seeing how much my style has changed and stayed the same. for ex, i didn't know how to use dialogue in January 2023 and now i rely on it heavily.

fifth most words: til kingdom come (joseon-era reincarnation au where gaon is a crown prince and yohan is his unhinged commander in chief) another fic i have a draft update for but no time to rewrite. pt 3 would deal with the aftermath of an ambush against the commander.

fic with the least words: final coda (post-canon, yohan intercepts gaon on a train) technically cheating with this one since my lowest word count is a standalone tumblr fic but that wasn't a fully developed story

foregoing using exact statistics was a neat move on the part of @godotismissingx. numbers easily lend themselves to directionality. but this way i could celebrate my writing milestones

what an incredible trip down memory lane. tysm to everyone who tagged me and to the person who came up with this idea

tagging (with no pressure and much love): @sinful-seoul @thedeviljudges @mid-n0vember @stars-after-dark @cosmicocelot @the-pink-quill @reformedtsundere @film-in-my-soul @bitacrytic @paperlungs @amethystina @professional-giver-uper and dramas4thewin and ColorZPrincezZ, both of whom i cannot find on Tumblr, sadly. also open to any content creator or moot. come celebrate your accomplishments with us!

[sincerelystesichorus]

long form vent poem - scream.

scream.

cw: r*pe mentions, vague abuse discussions

we were in the mountains. driving home. talking about our future.

i want to open my own practice, i said.

i'll be your secretary, you had chimed.

and i had been surprised at the suggestion, you were getting your own degree, farther along than me, even, but i went along with it.

because it sounded nice. we'd put up little decorations around the office for the holidays and you'd lead, i'd follow. you'd be out in the waiting room, after all. and after days spent speaking and helping, we'd leave for our tucked away home, curled up in each other.

but the conversation didn't stop there. not knowing when to stop was always our major problem.

a summer love stretched out until it was sick, collapsing under weight it was never meant to support.

the radio is muffled.

we should watch this short film, i prompted.

which one?

this one. my favorite director made it before they got big.

oh. i've seen that one. it's not their usual style.

really? i asked. how so? i love their horror.

this one's more sad. your tone had flattened. we should stop talking about it.

i didn't know it was that bad, i knew it was about rape-

and then you screamed. over the radio and enough to fill the whole car cabin.

and we just looked at each other. you looked like a caged animal, eyes wide, like you had just snapped. i don't know what i looked like. i just know it put a weight in my chest. that sort of guilt only a mother could give.

i won't talk about it again. i said. i'm sorry.

and you were quiet. the car now drained, despite your presence previously swelling within it.

you were a victim too. but i wasn't a victim til you.

this was the first crack. the facade that was my future with you beginning to fade from my glazed over eyes.

we won't talk about it again. a verbal decision.

we won't have sex again. had been our silent compromise.

i wonder how much that movie hurt you. but i think it just reminded you of January.

that cold night where you became your worst nightmare and mine, and we both wondered where He was, in that supposed house of God.

the car was so quiet.

and we drove away from that conversation of a future filled with holding each other and holidays. and i started to realize i would be a rather silly doctor, hypocritical,

to hold onto holiday decorations and the idea of you.

to hold onto the idea that love was hurting myself for you. like it was a righteous trial to pass. that these calms in your storms were long worth the wait and that the punch of passion was good for me.

love's no panacea. it's not even a medicine. and we can both pray to every God that January night didn't happen. but i'm still the one you went against the grain for, your preacher's daughter sin and now hellfire crawls up my back and around my thighs. the virgin you didn't let live until the end.

i still love scary movies.

i just never thought your love would be more frightening.