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avisaurea · 2 years
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HELLO IT'S ALMOST 4 AM FOR ME I'M HERE WITH PRINCE ZAM FANART HI HELLO
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bunnieswithknives · 1 month
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You made a little mess there bud
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saltpepperbeard · 2 years
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Vico Ortiz + Their Sword
(for @stedebonnets)
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madamdionysia · 1 year
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firm believer that yunho and or mingi get a kick out of seeing you stretched out — it plays with their size kink so much 🫠
my brain has short circuited everytime i rolled this ask around in my head, but heres what i got
cw: gn!reader, no pronouns, penetrative sex, unedited & mobile posted, tummy bulge, size kink, teasing, edging, fingering, implied poly!teez at the end for fun, double penetration, praise, maybe a hint of soft!dom,
edit 10/31/23: fixed like two mistakes, changed one word to make it gender neutral
fuck it so mingi is like fascinated when he first sees you stretched out on his cock, like he can’t believe that someone is capable of such. He’s both amazed and fucking proud when you take his cock, watching the bulge move with his hips. You have to snap him out of whatever trance he put himself in if you wanted any sort of progression
yunho on the other hand is more forward? Expressive? Very much the type to tease and edge as he tries to prepare you. I feel like his ego about it would come out a bit more during sex, sure he has to take longer to prep but this also means longer to scissor his fingers in you, longer to feel your ass, and longer to whisper things like “aw, is my dick really that big?” in effort to get you to admit that you needed help or wanted him to let you reach your peak. Seeing your skin flex and move even with his fingers has him rock hard, and he is so eager to see what you’re capable of.
As for them both, it’s a bit overwhelming being overstimulated on both cocks simultaneously. Yunho is slow, angling his hips to let his dick gently stroke your warm walls. Mingi is focused on the end, and Yunho is focused on the journey. Seeing both of them stretch you to the brim has Yunho’s knees turn to gelatin as he thinks “oh fuck thats hot”. And Mingi knows when he’s sheathed inside of you that he was never that tight for Yunho, and with the two of them buried inside of you as you moan for movement? Mingi’s brain becomes mush and he just wants to fuck the shit out of you. It’s Yunho that paces the situation, Mingi finishing all over his own stomach with a high pitched whine and you came all over Yunho’s cock.
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pridoo · 1 month
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the worst part of marriage is the snoring
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blueskittlesart · 1 year
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cold fruit in a hot kitchen (so i had this great watermelon last weekend)
#so I had this great watermelon last weekend. and the thing is it probably wasn't even that great of a watermelon#but I was four hours into an eight hour shift and we had thrown out all the watermelon salad because no one was eating it#and then our manager ran in and yelled that the client really fucking wanted watermelon salad.#so like six of us servers started frantically chopping watermelon. and the kitchen got really hot#in the way it does when everyone inside it is really stressed because there's no fucking watermelon salad#and after we chopped all the watermelon and the client got their fucking watermelon we all had a moment#where we looked at the remaining watermelon and we were so hot and cocktail hour was almost over anyway and the salads were all plated#and we all went for the watermelon and we ate it with the kind of rabid intensity you only get while eating cold watermelon in a hot kitche#and it was the best watermelon I have ever tasted and several days later i am still chasing the high of that fucking watermelon#and the thing is i know it isn't even the watermelon i'm actually missing#it's the feeling of cool liquid on hot skin and the feeling of a crisis averted and the feeling of camaraderie#that comes with devouring a watermelon in a hot kitchen with six other people who you have nothing in common with except that watermelon.#i don't dream of labor but i am dreaming now of being 4 hours into an eight hour shift eating watermelon in a hot kitchen.#i dream of laughing around the cold fruit in my mouth. I crave that watermelon like i'll die without it.#< honest to god this is real and that watermelon left such an impact on me that i had to draw it and write this. having a normal one#maybe this is insane but working in a team of people you truly like to do something you actually enjoy is so underrated#if only they fucking paid me i could work as a server for the rest of my life. unironically#skribbles
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turtleblogatlast · 11 months
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[ cw: death mention / immortality mention / imprisonment mention / torture implied / ]
I think one of the reasons why I love to explore the idea of the Prison Dimension and especially Leo being trapped there for considerably longer than canon is that, well, literally anything is possible. Time could pass the same or it could pass faster or it could pass slower or it could go so slow for years and at random outshoot earth by half a decade or vice versa like-?? It’s such a malleable concept.
And I think that very same malleability is what makes it so horrifying.
Because you can toy with the concept of death to its utmost there. You can choose to keep it as with the outside’s reality, where death by injury or sickness or even old age may occur. Or you can assume it is a place that simply won’t let its prisoners die, and that whoever enters is doomed to eternal life in endless void. Or even still, maybe you can die, but you’re rewound, or your soul can’t escape (or is kept there), and now you’re in a cycle, back and forth between life and death.
That doesn’t even touch upon whether the inhabitants can age, or grow, or if they need sustenance, or sleep, or if there’s any other life in there at all aside from who you’re thrown in with. And, if there is other life, is that life friendly? And could you even come across it in the vastness of the space?
How big is the Prison Dimension, even? If you went forward one direction for as long as you could, would you never run out of space, or would it cycle you back around to the other side? Gravity seems to be both there and not, so I wonder if the dimension is random in regard to how that works.
And, further, I wonder about the possibility of the dimension being even slightly sentient, and the potential horror that could imply.
The Prison Dimension is an endlessly fascinating concept to me, and the thought of Leo being trapped there, and not getting out when he did…that’s horror, really and truly.
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phoenixcatch7 · 2 years
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Identity reveal shazamily fic idea:
They're fighting some big bad in a huge cave or throne room or in an air pocket miles underwater (the Rock?) and the league and shazamily are all there, every two stuck in separate areas (magic barriers? Cave ins? Enemies simply not letting them close?).
The roof is starting to collapse. Billy catches it, but with his powers divided, he's struggling. With a time limit before he falls, the battle intensifies.
Mary and her jl partner fells her opponent first, and looks across the room just in time to see him stagger under the crushing weight. She cannot reach him (in time?). They meet each others eyes. The wisdom of Solomon, or perhaps Mary batson, has an idea.
In a crash of thunder, she detransforms, in front of their enemies, and the entire justice league.
With power returned, captain marvel stands a bit straighter. The roof grows heavier. Cracks scatter across the high ceiling.
As Mary is carried to safety, the family understands what they must do.
In conjunction with the league member they were trapped with, they work to defeat their opponents, and one by one transform, each time revealing people too small, too young. The crash of thunder marks each victory. Rubble starts to fall and shake the earth as the league members pull their partners to safety, gathering together by the entrance, bandaging their wounds. All eyes are on Marvel, trapped under a great pillar of stone. (They have been working with him for years now, but each of his family has been revealed to be children. Is he, too?) Each time he raises the ceiling a little higher, and each time it grows heavier as the battles and the ticking clock destabilise the thousands of tons above.
At last, the final group win, and exhausted league members piggy back the last child hero over the rubble.
All are evacuated, but Marvel cannot move. Rapid power transfer and hours of stress have taken their toll, and he needs to transform back as well.
Finally, finally, green lantern and superman reach him, and with their help he is freed, collapsing to the side in relief. No one says a word.
With one final lightning strike, the last member of the team is revealed.
He's twelve years old.
And the league needs to take them all to safety.
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dailyloweffortpace · 1 month
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atthebell · 8 months
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yourthirdparent · 2 years
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thinking about how jason's death alone wasn't apollo's turning point in his arc about becoming better, but just jason himself. it was seeing jason being a person and not a hero and yet still choosing to sacrifice himself that made him care so much. he says he never particularly cared for jason aboard the argo ii, just another demigod, another hero to be sent off on a death quest if that was what the gods desired, and then goes on to say that jason in his school uniform is definitely worth noting. he never cares for jason until he sees jason being a normal person, being human. he sees this and then sees how casually jason talks about defending apollo to zeus in front of the council of the gods, how he says he should've tried harder, been better, like daring to defend apollo to his own father who is famously quite testy is just an everyday act of bravery and kindness, something he wouldn't question doing for a second. and if a mere mortal thinks of such a thing as an everyday act of kindness despite all the limitations his mortality places on him, then a god should do more, shouldn't they? if jason can be kind, apollo should be kinder.
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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One of the reasons I'm starting to learn how to accept making "bad art" is to have unironically appreciated bad art for myself. Instead of worrying if I make art that is soul-crushing, earth-shattering, and something that Changes the World, what if I just... made art?
It's so freeing see that what is called "bad art" is often just a thinly-veiled criticism of an artist who doesn't conform to what they or their art "should" be. They have embodied their "bad art" so fully that you cannot begin to comprehend just how much it means for them to have crafted it. What good is it to make amazing art with no soul? What good is it to perform the illusion of art rather than create it? It's nothing short of rebellion to make something for you, to not worry at all what people consider "bad."
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flowersarefreetherapy · 3 months
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give your whumpee a menial task and the only thing they can listen to during said task is the Mario Kart soundtrack
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joelletwo · 3 months
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WAIT i never complained abt my scheduling lol. still have not seen my actual boss more than that one five seconds and me and main coworker are supposed to work coverage out amongst ourselves bc thats more relevant fine and okay. but i ask her about what i should switch to going more part time and off of being Fulltime In Training and she says oh ill talk to [boss] about it. and then does and tells me oh [boss] wants to talk to u about that today or tomorrow.
she never does and shes never in her office so i dont hear anything by friday when i work w my second coworker. who i dont really think either of us vibes w the other lol weve been nice but im happy not to work w her. and the feeling is mutual bc she told me oh is this ur last friday i didnt think u were working [boss] told me u were going to be switching to mon-thru-thursday. OKAY? thats really funnily pointed but WHY DID SHE TELL U AND NOT MEEEEEEE. why cant i just know what im working more than two days in advance lolllllll. i am not made for this pwease.
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elysabeththequeene · 3 months
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you know i've been doing pretty fine with the process but i need at least some reassurance to tell me that it will work out and that everything is going to pay off and i will be satisfied with my writing
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reasonsforhope · 9 months
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Crowdsourcing a question
Okay totally personal post here because, now that search engines suck, my research is failing me. So I'm crowdsourcing my question about the residential care work industry!
Hoping at least some of my followers have experience in/with the industry and some intel on this:
Actual question: How common is it for jobs in residential care work (residential centers, btw, not home care) to actually have two people on the night shift? vs. just saying they always have two people on the night shift in interviews and their official policies, and actually it's not true?
Because my current job was, it turns out, apparently totally lying about "you'll never be on shift alone with clients" at orientation (when it comes to the night shift, anyway). Which, holy fucking safety issues, Batman!
Suffice to say this was a very fun thing to find out like three days before my first regular shift
So, I'm thinking realllll hard about switching companies, and I'm trying to figure out if I could expect to actually have a coworker at a different company, or if it's like an open secret in the field that actually, basically all the night shifts end up being solo shifts, because the industry is so chronically understaffed or w/e
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