Maybe I'm being existential. A bit dramatic. But how many precious human and species lives alike is it going to take to get our act together? This cannot be human nature. How can it be that we have failed our planet and ourselves so badly? Why are we accepting this fate? I often feel like I'm screaming into the void.
Not to make anyone panic but we have had 12 consecutive months of above average temps, the ocean temps are far above normal and we have a new bird flu pandemic possibly around the corner. Hurricane season is already predicted to be far worse than anything we have ever seen before.
When do we say enough is enough? When will we take a good hard look around and realize we only have each other? We are the same God damn species.
Will we recognize each others humanity before it's too late? For everything good and holy I am begging you to see yourself in other people other than those that share your same skin tone. Blood. Creed or family line.
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HSH Febuwhump Day 28 - “You’re Safe Now”
I wanted to end it on a sappy note so that’s what you’re getting.
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Time walks the perimeter of the first floor, hands stuffed into his pockets to keep the frost nip at bay. His hair is still damp from his shower and he wishes this coat had a hood because he was starting to feel his hair stiffen from the cold.
He stops in the foyer and makes sure the door is locked. The winter winds blow fiercely at the windows, howling of the wind audible even inside. The trees on the street bend and creak ominously as the storm pushes against them. The conditions are nearly whiteout as snow continues to pile up, two feet deep already. Down the block, Time can just barely see the downed electrical pole that robbed the house of electricity. No one is going to be fixing it tonight.
The house is cavernous and cold without the heating. There’s frost on the windows facing the wind and it’s already too cold inside to be without a proper jacket.
But there is a place in the heart of the house that is warm and inviting.
Time sighs with relief as he enters the living room, letting the thick layer of fabric curtains separating that room from the rest of the house fall back into place behind him. The soft glow from the fire is the only light source.
All the boys have gathered in the living room to curl up around the fireplace. Earlier, Four and Sky had put up some sheets over the doorways and windows to act as insulation to keep the heat in. And Twilight and Warriors braved the whipping winds to bring a small stockpile of logs in just before the storm got really bad. The boys held a wood chopping contest in the garage and now they have enough fuel to keep the fire burning all month long if they need to.
The room is not just warm, either. The boys were fast at work earlier in the day to prepare for the coming snow storm. There is an emergency bag in the corner of the room stock full of essentials - water, canned food, flashlights, flares, first aid supplies, batteries and a radio. It’s accessible but has been tucked out of sight by the other things the boys deemed as essential.
A small charging station was set up on a folding table, connected to the generator out in the garage. There are a few outlets for phones (and a strict timetable for who’s phone gets charged when taped to the top of it), as well as an electric griddle for tomorrow's breakfast. There is a small tea and coffee station set up with some freshly baked goods placed under a delicate glass countertop case. Non-perishable snacks and a few jugs of water are neatly balanced under the table.
The room is stuffed full of things to pass the time, too. A pile of books from Four’s collection. Some of those plastic speed stack cups that Wind’s been obsessed with. A nice pack of cards and chips from Warriors and weighty metal dice that Time has seen Legend break out before. A small collection of board games from Sky and a thousand-piece puzzle that’s probably missing pieces. There’s nail gels and Wild’s makeup bag. Twilight’s set up a dartboard on the wall and there’s a supply of bottles and mixing cups. There is a pile of canvases with paint and books of landscapes from Hyrule, not a medical textbook in sight.
Blankets, pillows and cushions lay on nearly every surface except for a winding path of bare floor to allow movement between the lumps of sleeping boys, all bundled in their warmest pajamas. Warriors claimed a couch for himself, leaving Twilight to get the recliner. Wind and Four have taken the prime real estate right in front of the fire as the most coldblooded of the boys. Wild and Sky are further from the fire but are cuddled together inside of Sky’s comfy. Legend and Hyrule dragged down one of their mattresses and are verifiably buried under a pile of Legend’s making. There is another couch and a thick comforter stolen from Time’s bed waiting for him.
He ignores it for now and carefully steps over slumbering bodies to add more fuel to the fire. As he pokes at the logs to keep the fire breathing, his eyes go to the picture frame on the mantle. It’s nice. But lonely. Perhaps he’ll find the time to take some for himself. He does have that old camera laying around somewhere.
He exhales, heat on his face no contest to the warmth growing within. He’s not worried about intruders on a night like this. And there are no dark corners for his ghosts to haunt nor shadows for his nightmares to lurk. His boys are all in view, comfortable and safe from the cold.
It’s quiet now. But tomorrow is sure to bring chaos when the boys inevitably get cabin fever from being trapped in close quarters for hours. Arguments and headaches and exasperated faces loom over the horizon, but Time can’t help the smile that grows on his face. Because the house will be messy and crowded and loud.
And his home will be all the warmer for it.
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My brain while I was writing: ~The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is sooooo delightful~ on repeat for the entire time
Omg guys I did it! Almost 24 thousand words, making this my longest fic to date! Wow I can’t actually believe I did it. I honestly did not have faith in my ability to write every day. But this just goes to show that if you love your blorbos enough - you can do anything!
Thanks for reading and for all the nice comments! All your nice words make me puddle into goo when I read them and it makes me so happy you guys enjoyed reading about as much as I enjoyed writing!
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18+ minors dni
tags: fem reader, cockwarming, mentions of penetrative sex
big tough, bad, strong jason is sensitive.
the man kills and fights all night, he has to be strong while he's on patrol. so when he comes home to you? his little wife who knows how to take care of him?
he thinks you’re the sweetest girl in the world.
he climbs through the window, always landing on his back, sometimes staying there for a beat longer if it's a real bad day.
and you... you're the perfect wife he could ask for.
you're guiding him to the edge of the bed, robe hanging loosely around your frame as you take his red mask off, dropping it to the side. you're so graciously, slowly unzipping him of his cargo pants, you know he can't do it without you, right? his pretty green eyes watching you with hunger and want. if eyes could beg... the 6'4 man in front of you would be crying on his hands and knees.
your small hands pull out his larger than life length, and he whimpers just at the small feeling. he's been the one taking initiative all day, he needs somebody to take care of him, remember?
and he's sorry that he came home like this... came home hard and frustrated. he never means it! it’s just difficult when he knows he’s coming home to you. what else is he supposed to do?
and when you place your legs on either side of him, your hole wet and slick and ready for him, he’s reminded you’re made for him. he bites his lip when you slide down. staying there, because he just needs the comfort of you being wrapped around him right now. he needs your tightness around his cock if he even wants to think about being the red hood again tomorrow.
his cheeks turn pink, like they always do and his head rests in the crook of your neck, licking and kissing sloppily and slowly as his cock is being warmed by you. he doesn't move. he doesn't grab your hips and move you against him... he could pump you full right now, his tip hitting your cervix feverishly. instead, he whines against you, whimpers as he lets you lead.
he whispers that you're the only one made for him. you prepped yourself before he came just so he didn’t have to wait an extra minute. you know you’re his angel right?
and he stays there, he’s good for you! he’s grateful and wouldn’t want you to think otherwise.
his big, rough, scarred hands sit on your hips, rubbing soft circles as his lips let out little and quiet moans. reminders that you’re his. that nobody could compare to you. that your pretty body is made for him.
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FLUORESENSITIVE'S GROSS N GORY DOUBLE FEATURE!
Experience thrills, chills and ewwwwssss @ the fluoresensitive GROSS N GORY DOUBLE FEATURE! Read cult classics FILTHINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS and INGRID IS HUNGRY!
Filthiness is Next to Godliness: The Final Interview of Viola Vile (dir. yah yah scholfield, 2023): Witness the final interview of adult film star and performance artist, Viola Vile, the Goddess of Gore!
+ bonus features: soundtrack, director's commentary
Ingrid is Hungry (dir. yah yah scholfield, 2023): Hungry, Hungry Ingrid's mother went away for the weekend...SOMETHING ELSE CAME BACK!
edit: ingrid is hungry has the right link now
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