#shelly's reverse birthday

[wildbornsiren]

Almost does Count. || Rhett Abbott/F!Reader

Almost does Count. 

Summary: A terrible, horrible, no good very bad week. And one almost that isn’t an almost. Rhett gives you a hand, and makes things a little better. 

Warnings: drinking, Rhett punching someone, pining

Notes: For the lovely @princessmisery666​, love you wifey. Comments and reblogs make me happy. Likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading, it’s appreciated and means the most. 

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There was one thing that you could count on. The bars of Wabang were loud, crowded and full of people who paid no mind to what was going on around them. Which is why no one says a damn word when you sat at the bar, beer bottle slick with condensation in front of you, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hand willing yourself not to cry. It had been a red-letter week, the car broke down and it would take scrimping from the next three paychecks to pay for repairs, and that’s if you can convince one of your coworkers to give you a lift to and from.

There was nothing that could make this week worse.

“Hey baby.” There’s a grunt as someone sits on the barstool next to you.

“Terry, tonight is not the night.” You lift your head from your hands, glaring at your ex-boyfriend. Though, calling him your boyfriend was generous. It wasn’t much more than a few crappy dates, most of the time spent fumbling with each other in the bedroom.

“I mean, I could help. You just got to talk to me baby.” His fingers travel up your arm, circling your elbow. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ll help you forget all your worries.”

“For all of thirty seconds while you jack-rabbit between my legs, come and roll over and go to sleep?”

“Oh, come on now baby, there’s no need to get nasty outside the bedroom.”

“Terry, you couldn’t get nasty in the bedroom, I’m shocked you can identify it.”

“You know what,” His hand tightens on your elbow. “I’ve got half a mind—”

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said all night.” A second masculine voice says. Smooth, quiet, a voice you know very well. “Come on. The lady’s not interested. Move on.”

“You know what Abbott. I’m tired of you walking around like you’re something important just because you can last 8 seconds on a bull. You can’t last that long on a woman.”

“Terry!” You slide off the stool, putting yourself between him and Rhett. A stupid move, but you know Rhett wouldn’t hurt you, and you can handle anything Terry managed to deal. “Too far.” You break the hold on your arm. “You need to go.”

“We ain’t done here,” He snatches at you, fingers iron tight. Terry yanks you toward him, causing you to stumble. You slam into the bar, feeling the edge of it bite into your torso, knowing you’ll have a bruise later.  

There’s a heavy crack of skin on skin, a grunt and the sound of someone hitting the floor. The rest of the bar notices what’s going on, as chaos breaks out all around you. Rhett is rubbing his hand, Terry’s laid out on the floor, not moving, on his back.

“Come on,” Rhett says quickly, offering you his hand. You take it, and he tugs you through the crowd, leaving a few crumpled bills on the bar. The night air is cool and crisp, the sky pitch black, stars stretching out endlessly above you. You find yourself pinned against the passenger door of his truck as he fumbles with the keys. Laughter bubbling up in your throat, wild and an alternative to the tears and frustration you feel just under the surface. Rhett helps you into the truck, racing around the front to get in behind the wheel.

Tires squeal as he peels out of the parking lot, struggling one handed with his seatbelt as he gets onto the main road. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“I don’t much care for how he treated you. He has no right to speak to you that way.” Rhett glances sidelong at you. “Told you that before,” his voice is a little softer. He drives for a while, heading out of town, landscape being taken over by dark pastures and fields.

“Thanks,” you lick your lips, staring out the window. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. After a week of bad things piling up, you were in the cab of Rhett’s truck. With a thousand ‘almosts’ filling the space between you. The two of you had always been a little too close, too friendly. Inside jokes, quiet glances. You’d watch him ride; he’d drop by the famer’s market to keep you company while you sold produce. Hands brushing together, easy enough to be passed off as accidental. The way his hand tightened on your hip while he spun you around the dance floor.

The way you could sit in absolute silence with him, not saying a word—and have it be the best conversation in the world.

You almost had him, but he was taken. Almost ended up cozied up together at a bonfire, but you were enamored with someone else.

Almost hurt worse than being alone.

Which is why the string of shitty boyfriends, terrible one-night stands, and occasional rodeo boy that came through Amelia County. All because of a lanky, sweet man who stood at your side as a friend, and an almost.

You’re jolted from your thoughts when Rhett turns the ignition off. He’s parked at a diner, and he tips his head with a grin. “Let’s get some coffee, and you tell me everything that’s going on in that head of yours.” He’s opened your door, offered his hand to steady you as you hop out of his truck. Rhett keeps a hold of it as you walk to the diner, a calloused thumb smoothing over the back of your hand.

A corner booth, his knees knocking against yours as you huddle around the small, slightly sticky table. Two cups of coffee and a massive slab of apple pie with two forks sit between you. He’s letting you talk, his hands wrapped around the worn mug, listening with a slight upturn to his lips.

Everything comes out. The car problems, the work problems, that it hadn’t rained nearly enough this year and things were already looking lean. Each little drop in the bucket of bad bubbles up. “And then Max ate my slippers.” You stab at a slice of apple with your fork. “My brand-new slippers. He knows better than that. I came home and he brought me the sole of one of them like it was a present.”

Rhett laughs, really laughs. You can’t help but smile at the quiet sound. His eyes crinkle and there’s an unrestrained joy to it—happy is a good look for him, and not one that you get to see often. It’s something that you want to see on him all the time.

“Thanks,” there’s a lump in your throat. “For looking out for me.”

He passes you a handful of scratchy thin napkins when you sniffle, wiping at your eyes. “S’alright darlin’. Just let it out.” Rhett leans closer, his fingertips so gentle as they tip your chin up. “I’m just a phone call away. I know it’s hard to pick up the phone, but it’s not good to let it fester.” That same thumb brushes over your cheek delicate and soft.

“I’ll take a look at the car, if I can’t fix it, I’ll work something out with Jenkins alright?”

You nod mutely, wiping your nose. “Sorry.”

“Darlin’ you’ve picked me up outta worse.” He says, “Now finish that pie, and I’ll take you home.” He picks up his coffee again. “You need some rest.” He won’t let you pay, but you leave a tip on the table. The drive back to your place is nice. Rhett is humming along with a song on the radio, and the night air is so cool and clear. You sing along, letting the wind bounce your hand back and forth when you stick it out the window.

Rhett follows you up the porch stairs, a warm presence at your back as you unlock your front door.

“You want to come in?” You ask, looking up at him. The porchlight casts harsh shadows on his face, and yet he’s still one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

He smiles softly, tipping his hat up. “Not tonight darlin’.” He kisses your forehead, drawing you closer, an arm around your waist. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to, lord I want to.” Rhett’s words brush against your skin, his lips pressing them softly to your cheekbones. There’s a slight scrape of his stubble when he nuzzles against your jaw. “But you’ve got so much on your mind, darlin’. And when I have you for the first time, I want all of you.”

Rhett’s mouth eases over yours, kissing you softly. He’s sweet and gentle, backing you against the doorframe. One hand light on your waist, the other braced above you, pinning you. “Go on inside, sweetheart. Get some rest.”

He pauses, “for me?”

“For you.” You whisper. You can feel the warmth from his kiss coursing through you.

“You work tomorrow?” When you shake your head, he continues. “I’ll come over look at the car after I feed the horses. I only accept food and kisses in exchange for mechanical work.” He winks at you. “Go on now.”

You open the door, stepping into the house, still buzzing with the effects of Rhett’s touch. The door closed solidly behind you, you lean against it, trying to control your racing heart. It’s not until you lock it, that Rhett’s heavy footsteps go down the stairs and his truck roars to life.

/end

[faghubby]

SAY IT OUTLOUD

"Well out with it" Shelly teased. There had been alot of drinking this afternoon and the girls where all a bit silly. I don't know how this conversation had started but now they where pestering Cindy.

"Yes, Cindy when was the last time you gave Paul a blowjob?" Diane laughed. Keri had just gotten married a few months ago. And had confessed that she loved sucking dick. Only to have Diane comment that Nick her husband of 6 years was lucky if she gave him one 1⃣ his birthday. So now Cindy being married to me for 3 years was asked.

"Once? No maybe twice" Cindy smiled at me.

"What a year?" Keri smiled in disbelief.

"No, ever right honey" she reached out and grabbed my hand. I just nodded silently felling abit embarrassed.

"Paulie doesn't like it" Cindy giggled.

"No way" Nick and Mark both said in chorus.

"Tell them Paulie" Cindy said.

"I don't like them" I said shyly.

"That's not true now is it, the truth is Paulie doesn't like to cum at all" Cindy told them. All four of them stared at Cindy even more confused.

"Paulie begged me a few months before we got married to Cuckold him." Cindy said with glee.

"What does that mean?" Keri asked. I stared at Cindy horrified. Wishing she would just tell them she was kidding.

"Simple see Paulie likes it when I have a boyfriend and cheat on him. Well not really cheating I tell him all about it every last detail as he begs me to let him cum." Cindy told them. Lots of laughter and calls of bullshit.

"Paulie when was the last time I let you cum" Cindy asked. I lowered my head and mumbled

"12 days" no one seemed impressed

"When was the last time I let you inside me?" Cindy asked. I pleaded with her with my eyes.

"Three years 7 months 3 days" I said barely above a whisper.

"So you have an open relationship then?" Nick said kinds intrigued.

"No Paulie has to stay loyal I would never allow him to be with anyone else. But he loves when I am with other men. Don't you baby?" Cindy said her hand grabbing my ass. That pretty much bought an end to our evening. As everyone seemed uncomfortable.

Only after we where in the car on the way home. Did I bring up her outing me.

"Cindy, i thought we where not going to tell people" I started.

"Stop pretending that it didn't turn you on. I bet you panties are soaking wet. Besides I didn't tell them how you lick me clean afterwards."Cindy giggled. She was right.

As we pulled in the driveway.

"I am going to fuck you, so get your sexy little ass inside and get ready." Cindy told me. I rushed inside. Cindy took her time making sure the house was locked up and alarm on. I was on the bed wearing just my little pink panties. I had pulled out her strapon and lube and left it on the bathroom sink for her.

Janet giggled I knew it was over how much our roles where reversed. Janet was more the "man" in the relationship then I was and always had been. She had of course allowed me to act the manly role in public but after tonight I felt that may change as well. Janet went into the bathroom. When she came out I didn't even look up just spread my legs with my ass up high.

"You have become such a proper cuckold, more then that" Cindy was saying as she got on the bed behind me. She pulled down my panties and applied lube to my ass.

"You are a more a sissy, prehaps you would like to start acting more like a proper sissy" Cindy didn't wait for my answer she pushed her strapon into my ass. She didn't go slow just pushed all 10 inches of her toy cock into my ass. It hurt since she went so fast.

"Ahhhh" I moaned.

"I know you like it" Cindy told me as she worked her cock in and out. I was soon moaning.

"You moan and whimper like a woman" Cindy laughed. "I like you to start acting more like a woman. Would you like that?" Cindy was saying all while she made love to my ass. With long slow stokes. She leaned in and hugged me I felt her breast against my back. She kissed my shoulder.

"Reguardless I am going to Cuckold you in the open from now on" Cindy continued "No more secret lovers" shs pulled her cock out of me. And rolled me over onto my back. She reinsert her cock into me. She pushed her fingers into my mouth.

"I like to see you suck a cock" Cindy said. My dick was trobbing against me. Cindy ignored it as she usually did. At 4 inches long and as thick as a roll of quarters she saw no need for it at all. Sometimes she would tease it but nothing more. Cindy fucked me for over an hour. By the time she stopped I could feel my asshole wide open. She took off her cock and cuddled with me. She took the big spoon position. She ran her finger gentle over my ear lobes and giggled to herself. I drifted off to sleep. I woke to Janet positioning me. As she rubbed the tip of her cock against my hole. I moaned as she pushed her toy in.

"I know baby you need it" Cindy Laughed, "when i am done you will go shave make sure you are as smooth as a babys ass. Then with out a word you will wear what I lay out for you to" Cindy told me. CIMDY fucked me with long slow strokes.

"You love this don't you Paulie, you love big cock" Cindy teased. After about ten minutes she removed her cock. "Go now" Cindy laughed. I showered and made sure all my body hair was removed. I had heard Cimdy come in the bathroom and leave. I got out and found lotion waiting for me. I rubbed it from head to toe. I then found she had left me panties. A pair of pink cheeky pair. She had also left me woman's deodorant. Cindy was waiting in the bedroom.

"Sit down" as I did Cimdy rolled pantyhose up my legs. "You like these don't you?" Cindy teased. She wasn't done. She had me wear low ride jeans. She gave me a simple tee shirt the bright pastel pink color I wouldn't of chosen. She then surprised me with a pair of pink sandels. She wasn't done. Sitting me at her vanity She added a delicate necklace. One of her simple delicate watch. And a bracelet on the other hand. Then not one but several rings. A spritz of perfume. And my hair styled a bit different. This was way further then we had played before. But I was so excited I didn't care. Cindy was dressed much as she usually was bit I had to admit I looked more femine then she did.

"Here" Cindy handed me a purse. I thought was hers. Only when she informed me that we where leaving did I try and protest.

"No reason to hide now sweety by now our friends have told everyone about you" Cimdy told me. Leading me to the car.

"Cimdy please I don't want anyone to see" I pleaded one last time. She just pulled out of the garage. She drove to the department store. She led me inside. We didn't buy anything she just liked watching how embarrassed I was as people checked me out.

"Are you enjoying all this new attention" Cindy teased. I blushed. "Look in your bag" Cindy laughed a little. I had forgotten the bag hanging off my shoulder. I looked inside to see a small tube of lube and a butt plug. I looked at Cindy.

"Tell me to stuff your ass" she told me.

"Please fuck my ass" I begged.

"That's what you really want isn't it, a big cock in your ass" Cindy asked. I was beet red. I knew my brain was mush, I had let those go to far, said to much. Cindy grabbed my hand and led me out to the car. But she pushed me over the hood and pulled down my pants and panties. It was the middle of the day anyone could see. She grabbed the plug from my purse and little squirt of lube. My well worked ass swallowed it. She then just allowed me to pull up my pants. She drove to an appartment I didn't know.

"Stay here" she told me and ran to the door. A large black man opened the door she jumped into his arms and he carried her inside. I sat in the car for over an hour before she reappeared. Her hair in a simple ponytail and her face free of makeup. She got in the car and drove. To my sister's house.

"I can't go in looking like this" I said panicked. She opened her purse and applied bright red lipstick to my lips and took my hand and led me inside.

"Helen, Paulie needs to confess somethings" Cindy told her with a hug while Helen just stared at me. Cindy did all the talking though.

She told Helen everything, even that I used to sneak in her room as a boy and wear her clothes. Helen was shocked. At both of us.

Cindy for being a slut and allowing this, and me for well everything.

But suddenly Cindy just grabbed Helen and kissed her. Helen was shocked but seemed to relax and let Cindy kissing her back.

"Stay" Cindy commanded me and took my sister to her bedroom.

What the hell was going on, my straight sister. Wife, mother of three was now in bed with my wife. I could hear them. The grunts and moans of sex. Only Cindy emerged some time later. She took my hand and led me out the front door.

"I can have anyone I want whenever I want." Cindy told me. After that I stopped fighting Cindy on everything. No matter what she told me to do I did with "as you wish"

I soon met with a doctor and started taking female hormones and testosterone blockers. With plans to be castrated all together.

I maintained the house, cooked and cleaned. And served her in every way. Except sexually. She found herself another to do that. He moved in and I served him as well. Although he was just her boy toy. Cindy also destroyed my sister marriage. Helen now craving Cindy often spent a night in her bed. While I had to beg just for Cindy to fuck my ass once a month if I was lucky.

[boitanosbitch]

i may be the only person who cares about my tags but i just updated a lot and i want to have them all in one place for reference. There are now:

Sibling tags:

The Broflovski Bros (Kyle and Ike)

The Marsh Kids (Stan and Shelly)

The McCormick Kids (Kenny, Karen, Kevin, or any combination of two)

The Tucker Kids (Craig and Tricia)

In a similar vein, I added a tag for posts that focus on any other aspect/combination of family members as well. 

New Character Groups:

Youth Pastor Craig and Imp Tweek

The Goth Kids

The Other Bus Stop (i.e. Craig and those guys. i’m petty and i don’t tag this if it doesn’t include jimmy)

Seasonal Tags:

Halloween! (both references to Halloween episodes and general Halloween-themed posts)

Christmas/Winter Holidays! (also includes snowmen and similarly holiday-ish winter scenes)

Birthdays! (Whether referencing an in-show Birthday scene or just a birthday post for one of the characters)

My favorite of the new tags are the... 

Trope Tags:

Grave: Kenny Standing at His Grave

Angel Kenny: Kenny with Angel Wings

Guitar Hero: Stan and Kyle playing guitar hero!

Cheesing: Kenny Cheesing

You’re Getting Old: Sad and/or drunk Stan (includes all references to “You’re Getting Old” and “Assburgers”)

Whale Wars: Stan being an animal-lover 

Crossovers: includes crossovers w/ other media and AUs

Freaky Friday: Reversals/Age-Swaps/Costume Swaps, etc.

Kids Being Kids: exactly what the tag says

Precious Moments ™: someone getting their ass kicked

BLU Goodbye: Various takes on the “Goodbye, You Guys” scene from the South Park Movie

Skaters: The kids with skateboards

PSP: Kenny with his PSP

Episode-and/or-costume-specific tags

Anime/”Good Times With Weapons”

“I Should Never Have Gone Ziplining”

“Free Willzyx” (or just Kyle and orcas)

“Pandemic” / Pan Flute Outfits

“Follow that Egg!”

“Lil Crime Stoppers”

“The Losing Edge” / Baseball Outfits

Stan with Snowball the Rabbit 

South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut (all BLU-related content)

Satanic Stan / “Freemium Isn’t Free”

“South Park is Gay” / The metrosexual outfits

“W.T.F.” / Wrestling Outfits (includes “Tweek vs. Craig” tbh)

Goth Stan

Jersey Kyle

Canadian Mountie Ike!

Just make sure you don’t end up naked and jacking it in San Diego...

Fingerbang!

....mike gainor?

“You Got F’d int he A” / The Dance Movie Episode

The girls as cheerleaders

Am I Just an AirBnB in Santa Clarita? (+ “i don’t even have a machine to play fallen order on...”)

New Art/Design-Specific Tags

Poster-style Art 

[thegirlwiththelantern]

Hello, again! I write book release posts on my book blog, China Sorrows. But I like them to be specifically for books I'm personally excited about. In looking for 2023 releases I came across quite a few books I don't want to read but which would probably be really exciting to other people, so here some are.

Quick note- because I'm not covering them on my blog I didn't hunt through various sources and if the one I found doesn't list a synopsis, I won't. I also don't list synopsis for sequels in case of spoilers.

On A Wire: A Novel by Ryan Lill-Washington (queer)

Night of the Living Queers edited by Alex Brown (queer)

Authors including Shelly Page, Kalynn Bayron, Sara Farizan, Kosoko Jackson, Tara Sim, Rebecca Kim Wells, Trang Thanh Tran, Vanessa Montalban

Things I'll Never Say by Cassandra Newbould (queer)

Ten years ago, the Scar Squad promised each other nothing would tear them apart. They stuck together through thick and thin, late-night surf sessions and after school spodies. Even when Casey Jones Caruso lost her twin brother Sammy to an overdose, and their foursome became a threesome, the squad picked each other up. But when Casey’s feeling for the remaining members—Francesca and Benjamin—develop into romantic attraction, she worries the truth will dissolve them and vows to ignore her heart. Then Ben kisses Casey at a summer party, and Frankie kisses another girl. Now Casey must confront all the complicated feelings she’s buried—for her friends and for her brother who she’s totally pissed at for dying. Since Sammy’s death, Casey has spilled all the things she can no longer say to him in journals, and now more than ever, she wishes he were here to help her decide whether she should guard her heart or bet it on love, before someone else makes the decision for her.

Star Tent: A Triptych by Amie Whittemore (queer)

poetry collection featuring alien abductions, black holes, and weird-ass sestinas

The Wicked Bargain By Gabe Cole Novoa (nonbinary)

On Mar León de la Rosa’s sixteenth birthday, el Diablo comes calling. Mar is a transmasculine nonbinary teen pirate hiding a magical ability to manipulate fire and ice. But their magic isn’t enough to reverse a wicked bargain made by their father, and now el Diablo has come to collect his payment: the soul of Mar’s father and the entire crew of their ship.  When Mar is miraculously rescued by the sole remaining pirate crew in the Caribbean, el Diablo returns to give them a choice: give up their soul to save their father by the harvest moon, or never see him again. The task is impossible–Mar refuses to make a bargain, and there’s no way their magic is a match for el Diablo. Then Mar finds the most unlikely allies: Bas, an infuriatingly arrogant and handsome pirate–and the captain’s son; and Dami, a gender-fluid demonio whose motives are never quite clear. For the first time in their life, Mar may have the courage to use their magic. It could be their only redemption–or it could mean certain death.

A Tale of Two Princes by Eric Geron (gay)

Edward Dinnissen leads a charmed life. He’s the Crown Prince of Canada, gets the royal treatment at his exclusive private school, and resides in a ritzy mansion. He thrives off being the perfect prince as he prepares for the Investiture Ceremony on his eighteenth birthday, the final step in his role as heir—and Canada’s future king. But this closeted Crown Prince has just one tiny problem: he’s unsure how to tell his parents, his beloved country, and his adoring fans that he’s gay. Billy Boone should be happy with the simple life. His family’s ranch is his favorite place in the world, he loves his small town, and his boyfriend is the cutest guy at Little Timber High. So why does it feel like something’s still missing? Maybe it has to do with the fact that this out-and-proud cowboy feels destined for more . . . When Edward and Billy meet by chance in New York City, they discover that they are long-lost twins, and their lives are forever changed. Together, will these twin princes—“twinces”—be able to take on high school, coming out, and coronations? Or will this royal reunion quickly become a royal wreck?

Last Chance Dance by Lakita Wilson (Black, bi)

Leila is crushed when Dev, her boyfriend of four years, breaks up with her right before graduation. Just when she’s thinking she wasted her entire high school experience on a dead-end relationship, her best friend Bree reminds her that Last Chance Dance is just around the corner. A high school tradition, the Last Chance Dance gives all the students one last opportunity to find love before they graduate. All Leila has to do is submit three unrequited crushes to the dance committee and if any of her crushes list her too, they’ll get matched. Presto: new relationship, just like that. To her utter amazement, Leila is matched with all three of her choices—and with someone she never expected, Tre Hillman, her chemistry partner and low-key nemesis.  Though at times skeptical, Leila embarks on her Last Chance Dance mission—trying out her matches and going on dates. If Dev wasn’t her true love—then maybe someone else is. She knows it’s definitely not Tre, even though he seems more and more determined to convince her he’s right for her. But as graduation and the dance approaches, and each date seems to change her mind (and her heart)—Leila must figure out what—and who—she really wants. It’s her last chance, right?

The Last Catastrophe: Stories by Allegra Hyde

A vast caravan of RVs roam the United States. A girl grows a unicorn horn, complicating her small-town friendships and big city ambitions. A young lady on a spaceship bonds with her AI warden while trying to avoid an arranged marriage. In Allegra Hyde’s universe nothing is as it seems, yet the challenges her characters face mirror those of our modern age. Spanning the length of our very solar system, the fifteen stories in this collection explore a myriad of potential futures, all while reminding us that our world is precious, and that protecting it has the potential to bring us all together.

The Principle of Moments by Esmie Jikiemi-Pearson (queer)

In self-deified Emperor Thracin’s brave new galaxy, Humans are not citizens. Instead, they are laborers indentured to the empire, working to repay the billions in debt they unwittingly incurred when they settled on Gahraan—a planet already owned by someone else. Asha Akindele has lived her whole life on Gahraan, eking out an existence between factory assembly lines and constant terror—studying stolen aeronautics manuals in the dead of night and trying not to get herself killed for mouthing off to a guard. Then she discovers she has a sister imprisoned by the Emperor, and is forced to make a choice: stay enslaved, but relatively safe, or escape and risk everything in the name of family. Obi Amadi is a time-traveller, sick with a legendary disease. Armed only with his prosthetic arm, his ever-constant melancholy, and the humour he uses to mask it, he has spent years travelling through time and space in search of a cure for the sickness currently unmaking him limb by limb. His mandate: Find the cure, go home. And maybe figure out along the way if the prince he thinks sometimes he might love could be that home. When Obi saves Asha’s life, they make a pact: both will do all they can to get the other to the Emperor’s stronghold unscathed. With the reluctant aid of Xavior, a mouthy deckhand with a mysterious past, Asha and Obi attempt to navigate a galaxy that hates them to find the things they both believe will make them whole. But a prophecy has started that has other plans, and not only is Asha forced to make a terrible choice, she must soon reckon with the legacy of an ancient religion and its heroes, who may be awakening, reincarnated in ways beyond her comprehension.

The Memory Eater by Rebecca Mahoney (sapphic)

For generations, a monster called the Memory Eater has lived in the caves of Whistler Beach, Maine, surviving off the unhappy memories of those who want to forget. And for generations, the Harlows have been in charge of keeping her locked up—and keeping her fed. After her grandmother dies, seventeen-year-old Alana Harlow inherits the family business. But there’s something Alana doesn’t know: the strange gaps in her memory aren’t from an accident. Her memories have been taken—eaten. And with them, she’s lost the knowledge of how to keep the monster contained. Now the Memory Eater is loose. Alana’s mistake could cost Whistler Beach everything—unless she can figure out how to retrieve her memories and recapture the monster. But as Alana delves deeper into her family’s magic and the history of her town, she discovers a shocking secret at the center of the Harlow family business and learns that tampering with memories always comes at a price.

Running by Lindsey A. Freeman (queer)

In Running, former NCAA Division I track athlete Lindsey A. Freeman presents the feminist and queer handbook of running that she always wanted but could never find. For Freeman, running is full of joy, desire, and indulgence in the pleasure and weirdness of having a body. It allows for a space of freedom—to move and be moved. Through tender storytelling of a lifetime wearing running shoes, Freeman considers injury and recovery, what it means to run as a visibly queer person, and how the release found in running comes from a desire to touch something that cannot be accessed when still. Running invites us to run through life, legging it out the best we can with heart and style.

The Librarian of Burned Books by Brianna Labuskes (queer)

Berlin 1933. Following the success of her debut novel, American writer Althea James receives an invitation from Joseph Goebbels himself to participate in a culture exchange program in Germany. For a girl from a small town in Maine, 1933 Berlin seems to be sparklingly cosmopolitan, blossoming in the midst of a great change with the charismatic new chancellor at the helm. Then Althea meets a beautiful woman who promises to show her the real Berlin, and soon she’s drawn into a group of resisters who make her question everything she knows about her hosts—and herself. Paris 1936. She may have escaped Berlin for Paris, but Hannah Brecht discovers the City of Light is no refuge from the anti-Semitism and Nazi sympathizers she thought she left behind. Heartbroken and tormented by the role she played in the betrayal that destroyed her family, Hannah throws herself into her work at the German Library of Burned Books. Through the quiet power of books, she believes she can help counter the tide of fascism she sees rising across Europe and atone for her mistakes. But when a dear friend decides actions will speak louder than words, Hannah must decide what stories she is willing to live—or die—for. New York 1944. Since her husband Edward was killed fighting the Nazis, Vivian Childs has been waging her own war: preventing a powerful senator’s attempts to censor the Armed Service Editions, portable paperbacks that are shipped by the millions to soldiers overseas. Viv knows just how much they mean to the men through the letters she receives—including the last one she got from Edward. She also knows the only way to win this battle is to counter the senator’s propaganda with a story of her own—at the heart of which lies the reclusive and mysterious woman tending the American Library of Nazi-Banned Books in Brooklyn. As Viv unknowingly brings her censorship fight crashing into the secrets of the recent past, the fates of these three women will converge, changing all of them forever. Inspired by the true story of the Council of Books in Wartime—the WWII organization founded by booksellers, publishers, librarians, and authors to use books as “weapons in the war of ideas”—The Librarian of Burned Books is an unforgettable historical novel, a haunting love story, and a testament to the beauty, power, and goodness of the written word.

The Family Fortuna by Lindsay Eagar (queer)

Beaked. Feathered. Monstrous. Avita was born to be a star. Her tent sells out nightly, and every performance incites bloodcurdling screams. She’s the most lucrative circus act from Texas to Tacoma, the crown jewel of the Family Fortuna, and Avita feeds on the shrieks, the gasps, the fear. But when a handsome young artist arrives to create posters of the performers, she’s appalled by his rendering of Bird Girl. Is that all he sees? A hideous monster—all sharp beak and razor teeth, obsidian eyes and ruffled feathers? Determined to be more, Avita devises a plan to snatch freedom out from under the greased mustache of her charismatic father, the domineering proprietor and ringmaster. But will their fragile circus family survive the showdown she has in mind? By turns delightful and disturbing, bawdy and breathtaking, horrific and heartfelt, this electric and exquisitely crafted story about a family like no other challenges our every notion of what it means to be different—subject to an earful of screams—and to step out of the shadows and shine anyway.

Infamous by Lex Croucher (sapphic)

Twenty-two-year-old aspiring writer Edith (“Eddie”) Miller and her best friend Rose have always done everything together—from climbing trees and sneaking bottles of wine, to extensive kissing practice. But Rose has started talking about marriage, and Eddie is horrified. Why can’t they continue as they always have? Then Eddie meets charming, renowned poet Nash Nicholson––a rival of Lord Byron, if he does say so himself––and he welcomes her into his world of eccentric artists and boundary-breaking visionaries. When Eddie receives an invitation to Nash's crumbling Gothic estate in the countryside, promising inspiration (and time to finish her novel, a long-held dream), she eagerly agrees. But the pure hedonism and debauchery that ensues isn’t exactly what she had in mind, and Eddie soon finds herself torn between her complicated feelings for Rose and her equally complicated dynamic with Nash, whose increasingly bad behavior doesn’t match up to her vision for her literary hero. Will Eddie be forced to choose between her friendship with Rose and her literary dreams––or will she be able to write her own happily ever after?

The Third Daughter by Adrienne Tooley (sapphic)

THE THIRD DAUGHTER is a sapphic YA fantasy out next summer about emotional girls doing desperate things to save their families/country/souls from a corrupt church intent on seizing the throne.

Cleat Cute by Meryl Wilsner (sapphic)

CLEAT CUTE is about a rookie and a veteran battling for a spot on the World Cup roster who realize cooperation may be better than competition, both on and off the field

Cassidy is Queen by Cameron James (sapphic)

Endpapers by Jennifer Savran Kelly (queer)

It’s 2003, and artist Dawn Levit is stuck. A bookbinder who works in conservation at the Met, she spends her free time scouting the city’s street art, hoping something might spark inspiration. Instead, everything looks like a dead end. And art isn’t the only thing that feels wrong: wherever she turns, her gender identity clashes with the rest of her life. Her relationship, once anchored by shared queerness, is falling apart as her boyfriend Lukas increasingly seems to be attracted to Dawn only when she’s at her most masculine. Meanwhile at work, Dawn has to present as female, even on the days when that isn’t true. Either way, her difference feels like a liability. Then, one day at work, Dawn finds something hidden behind the endpaper of an old book: the torn-off cover of a ‘50s lesbian pulp novel, Turn Her About. On the front is a campy illustration of a woman looking into a handheld mirror and seeing a man’s face. And on the back is a love letter. Dawn latches onto the coincidence, becoming obsessed with tracking down the note’s author. Her fixation only increases when her best friend Jae is injured in a hate crime, for which Dawn feels responsible. As Dawn searches for the letter’s author, she is also looking for herself. She tries to understand how to live in a world that doesn’t see her as she truly is, how to get unstuck in her gender, and how to rediscover her art, and she can’t shake the feeling that the note’s author might be able to help guide her to the answers. 

Sterling Karat Gold by Isabel Waidner (nonbinary)

Sterling Beckenbauer is plunged into a terrifying and nonsensical world one morning when they are attacked, then unfairly arrested, in their neighborhood in London. With the help of their friends, Sterling hosts a trial of their own in order to exonerate themselves and to hold the powers that be to account.

A Manual for How to Love Us by Erin Slaughter

Seamlessly shifting between the speculative and the blindingly real, balancing the bizarre with the subtle brutality of the mundane, A Manual for How to Love Us is a tender portrait of women trying their best to survive, love, and find genuine meaning in the aftermath of loss. In these unconventional and unpredictably connected stories, Erin Slaughter shatters the stereotype of the soft-spoken, sorrowful woman in distress, queering the domestic and honoring the feral in all of us. In each story, grieving women embrace their wildest impulses as they attempt to master their lives: one woman becomes a “gazer” at a fraternity house, another slowly moves into her otherworldly stained-glass art, a couple speaks only in their basement’s black box, and a thruple must decide what to do when one partner disappears. The women in Erin Slaughter’s stories suffer messy breaks, whisper secrets to the ghosts tangled in the knots of their hair, eat raw meat to commune with their inner wolves, and build deadly MLM schemes along the Gulf Coast.

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50 Career Quotes That’ll Motivate & Inspire You

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50 Career Quotes That’ll Motivate & Inspire You

The mid-career crisis: We all experience it. It may be that we’re at a job we love, but it’s just not going anywhere, or it may be we’re in the midst of figuring out where to go next. Or, maybe we’re contemplating making a radical life shift and are in the process of gearing ourselves up for the move that’ll turn your whole professional world upside-down. 

Whatever you may be going through, to help you along and and get you motivated to make big moves, we’ve collected 50 career quotes to help you get out of your comfort zone and empower you to kick some major butt.

50. “This is what I tell young women who ask me for career advice: People are going to try to trick you. To make you feel that you are in competition with one another. You’re up for a promotion. If they go for a woman, it’ll be between you and Barbara. Don’t be fooled. You’re not in competition with other women. You’re in competition with everyone.”—Tina Fey, Bossypants

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49. “I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.”— Gloria Steinem

48. “If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat! Just get on.”— Sheryl Sandberg

47. “Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write. Keep writing and quit your bitching. Your book has a birthday. You don’t know what it is yet.”—Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

46. “Feeling confident—or pretending that you feel confident—is necessary to reach for opportunities. It’s a cliché, but opportunities are rarely offered; they’re seized.”—Sheryl Sandberg

45. “You’ll never make a fortune working for the boss man.”—Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

44. “Your career is like a garden. It can hold an assortment of life’s energy that yields a bounty for you. You do not need to grow just one thing in your garden. You do not need to do just one thing in your career.”—Jennifer Ritchie Payette

43. “The worst days of those who enjoy what they do are better than the best days of those who don’t.”—E. James Rohn

42. “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”—Confucius

41. “It’s not what you achieve, it’s what you overcome. That’s what defines your career.”—Carlton Fisk

40. “Work to become, not to acquire.”—Elbert Hubbard

39. “Find out what you like doing best and get someone to pay you for doing it.”—Katherine Whitehorn

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38. “I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. Twenty-six times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”—Michael Jordan

37. “Failure doesn’t mean you are a failure. It just means you haven’t succeeded yet.”—Robert H. Schuller

36. “The best way to predict the future is to create it.”—Abraham Lincoln

35. “Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.”—Thomas A. Edison

34. “I think everyone should experience defeat at least once during their career. You learn a lot from it.”—Lou Holts

33. “I want to look back on my career and be proud of the work, and be proud that I tried everything.”—Jon Stewart

32. “Dreams are extremely important. You can’t do it unless you imagine it.”—George Lucas

31. “If you can dream it, you can you it.”—Walt Disney

30. “Desire! That’s the one secret of every man’s career. Not education. Not being born with hidden talents. Desire.”—Johnny Carson

29. “I can not do everything, but I can do something. I must not fail to do the something that I can do.”—Helen Keller

28. “A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory.”—Arthur Golden

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27. “It’s not the days in your life, but the life in your days that counts.”—Brian White

26. “Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom.”—General George Patton

25. “Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.”—Albert Einstein

24. “Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson

23. “All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.”—Mark Twain

22. “You can’t build a reputation on what you’re going to do.”—Confucius

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21. “I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as ‘making a life.’”—Maya Angelou

20. “A career is wonderful, but you can’t curl up with it on a cold night.”—Marilyn Monroe

19. “Begin somewhere. You cannot build a reputation on what you intend to do.”—Liz Smith

18. “In fact, there is perhaps only one human being in a thousand who is passionately interested in his job for the job’s sake. The difference is that if that one person in a thousand is a man, we say, simply, that he is passionately keen on his job; if she is a woman, we say she is a freak.”—Dorothy L. Sayers, Are Women Human? Penetrating, Sensible, and Witty Essays on the Role of Women in Society

17. “Often people attempt to live their lives backwards. They try to have more things or more money in order to do more of what they want so that they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do in order to have what you want.”—Margaret Young

16. “What you’re really supposed to be doing is whatever makes your heart sing.”—Barbara Sher, I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was: How to Discover What You Really Want and How to Get It

15. “Pitting your dream against someone else’s is a fantastic way to get discouraged and depressed.”—Jon Acuff, Quitter: Closing the Gap Between Your Day Job & Your Dream Job

14. “I determine to render more and better service, each day, than I am being paid to render. Those that reach the top are the ones who are not content with doing only what is required of them.”—Og Mandino, The Greatest Salesman in the World

13. “Every time you have to make a choice about anything, think, ‘Does this go toward or away from what I want?’ Always choose what goes toward what you want.”—Barbara Sher, I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was: How to Discover What You Really Want and How to Get It

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12. “Every time you worry that you could get trapped in some kind of work you don’t care about, you’re dealing with the problem of meaningfulness. I guarantee that in the back of your mind is the thought that somehow you have to make a contribution to something, be acknowledged, do something that matters—or you’re just fooling around.”—Barbara Sher, I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was: How to Discover What You Really Want and How to Get It

11. “When one door closes, another opens, but all too often there is a long hallway in between.”—Rick Jarow, The Ultimate Anti-Career Guide: The Inner Path to Finding Your Work in the World

10. “I was very lucky to be offered a lovely piece of property to build a career on. I started building a house on it, but it wasn’t necessarily a house I would want to live in. So I ripped down that house, and I worked with these great lumberjacks to build a really cool cabin—a place I want to drink whiskey in and hang out until the sun rises.”—Vanessa Carlton

9. “No one can discover you until you do. Exploit your talents, skills and strengths and make the world sit up and take notice.”—Rob Liano

8. “Know the difference between your hobbies and your passions.”—B.S. Wood

7. “Follow your passion; do not get married to it, though.”—Ashok Kallarakkal

6. “Desperation works in job search as well as it does in dating.”—Darrell Gurney, Never Apply for a Job Again!: Break the Rules, Cut the Line, Beat the Rest

5. “Be true to what naturally interests you—and be brave enough to turn an obsession into a profession.”—Shelly Branch, What Would Jackie Do?: An Inspired Guide to Distinctive Living

4. “Some people make enough, some people don’t, and it has nothing to do with their paycheck.”—Janene Murphy

3. “If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.”—Sharon Cooke Vargas

2. “If you’re not the hero of your talent story, you simply become a player in one you didn’t choose.”—Jay Perry, Take Charge of Your Talent: Three Keys to Thriving in Your Career, Organization, and Life

1. “Don’t be in a hurry about finding your work in the world for yourself—you are not old enough to judge for yourself yet. But just look about you in the place you find yourself in, and try to make things a little better and honester there.”—Thomas Hughes, Tom Brown’s Schooldays

A version of this article was originally published in January 2014.

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[peaks-fever-dream]

Twin Peaks: The Return, Part 5

Air Date: 6/4/17

Warning: Contains Spoilers

Locations:

     Las Vegas, Nevada

     Buenos Aires, Argentina

     Buckhorn, South Dakota

     Yankton, South Dakota

     Twin Peaks, Washington

     Arlington, Virginia

     Philadelphia, Pensylvania

Who is Lorraine, the woman the hit-man talks to on the phone? Is this the one that Mr. Todd says to tell she has the job? Who is she calling? Phillip Jeffries?

What is the black box she reaches?

I did note previously that the only ring on Dougie’s wedding ring finger was the Owl ring. Now we see what happened to his Wedding Ring.

Why was Dougie’s wedding ring in Major Briggs’ stomach?

This threw me off at first as I began to wonder if the body was that of the original Dougie and when he was replaced with the other Cooper, they somehow messed with people’s minds so that they did not realize it. The scene later at the Pentagon, however, re-confirmed for me that this is indeed the body of Major Briggs.

Interesting that Evil Coop seems to be studying the workings of the prison (now food is coming) as if he’s hatching a plan.

CONFIRMATION! Bob is still inside of Evil Coop (though clearly it is the Doppelganger who has main control).

If they had just mentioned that Harry Truman was sick and moved on, that would have been one thing, but it keeps coming up again and again. This time Frank is talking to Harry on the phone. This leads me to believe that we may just yet get a cameo.

Frank’s conversation with his wife Doris was all too frighteningly realistic.

Addition: Some people have suggested that this interaction between Frank and Doris is all code. If it was something with Gordon Cole, like Lil in Fire Walk with Me, I could believe it. With Frank and Doris, I doubt it. If you go back and watch with this in mind, however, you can totally see why her words and gestures could be interpreted as code.

Why does Sunny Jim seem so sad?

$425,000 means that after paying the $50,000 they owe, they would still have $375,000!

I’m sure this means absolutely nothing to the story, but when I saw that statue I immediately thought of it as a statue of Roland (The Gunslinger) from Stephen King’s Dark Tower series. Here it is most certainly meant as a reference to law enforcement that helps in kick-starting Cooper’s memories. (Of course Roland is a Law man as well).

What is up with the Red Balloons? They keep popping up: at the drug addict’s, at Dougie’s from Sunny Jim’s birthday party, now on that white sculpture by the statue.

Totally missed the mark on that one. I thought with that jacket, and being in the house that is for sale with Jade, that Dougie was a real-estate agent. Turns out he was actually an insurance agent. This makes his choice of jacket actually strange.

Cooper seeing the flash of green on Tony’s face and automatically knowing that he is lying is further evidence of Cooper’s natural psychic tendencies showing through and furthers my suggestion that it may have been this, and not direct manipulation from the Lodge, that was responsible for his winnings.

Addition: The rims on Dougie’s car are completely different after it blows up than they are before it blows up.

When The Great Northern gets that Key, it will constitute the first hard evidence of the real Cooper.

Love the overhead shot of Becky smiling. Totally made me think of Laura.

It’ll be interesting to see what happens with those Golden Shovels Jacoby is selling. You just know that eventually someone is going to get whacked with one. Maybe Ed from Nadine.

We now know that the Ruth Davenport murder sequence actually does take place 25 years after the original series (and Briggs’ “death”). The sixteen hits over 25 years further my suspicions that Brigg’s did not actually die in that fire.

I knew there was a reason I didn’t like Deputy Chad.

Strange to think of that iconic image from Fire Walk with Me of the Cigarette butts all over the floor after the night with Laura, Ronette and Donna, then see No Smoking at the Road House. The Pink Room was over the border in Canada of course. It is true that No Smoking in public buildings is now a law in Washington.

How is Richard Horne related to the rest of the Hornes? Is Richard Horne half of the Richard and Linda that the Giant warned Cooper about?

Addition: Some people are theorizing that Richard is the result of a relationship between Audrey and Evil Coop after he comes out of the lodge. After that bomb in the Bank, however, Audrey is in no condition to be having any kind of relationship before Evil Coop disappears. The only possible way would be if Evil Coop forced himself on her in her hospital room. Although I could see Bob doing that, I just don’t think that this idea has any merit given the info we have at this time.

Are Evil Coop’s finger prints backwards? That’s how it appeared. but would the database really find it a match if the prints were identical but reversed? I don’t know.

Who is Mr. Strawberry? Warden Murphy seems to know who Evil Coop is talking about. That he is not taking calls suggests to me that he is dead (and Murphy probably had something to do with it).

It now appears that Evil Coop was not just retrieving info on Yankton Prison, but setting up something that he could trigger remotely through the phone.

When he first dials a number, you hear computer sounds, then he enters a code which triggers the computer program.

What’s up with that black box with the two red lights in Buenos Aires? At first I wondered if maybe it had shriveled into that little hunk after the woman at the beginning of the show called it, but we were just seeing it happen at the end. Upon re-watching, however, they lingered on the box longer that first time than it took to shrivel up after the lights flashed this time.

Of course Buenos Aires brings immediate thoughts of Phillip Jeffries in Fire Walk with Me. One suspects they are somehow connected.

Poor Coop misses his shoes.

I had not realized from what we had seen that Becky and Steven were actually married, but they both have the last name of Burnett in the credits. This conjures memories of Leo and Shelly and history repeating it’s self.

Sad to see that Toad (Marv Rosand) had passed away.

[wildbornsiren]

Safe and Sound || Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Reader/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Safe and Sound Part one. Summary: Lay mornings are for chores and cuddling.  1,222 words. Female/AFAB reader-- military job (search and rescue) nickname Birdie.  Warnings: None really, poly!Relationship if that’s not your cuppa.  Notes: tagging in @roleycoleyreccenter because they too love poly!squad. Comments and reblogs are loved, likes are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading, it is so appreciated, and means the most.  **Please follow @wbslibrary​ for updates.**

Off base housing was far better than the barracks, the only drawback finding something affordable with a flexible lease—the chance of being called to relocate with very little warning was highly probable and most landlords wouldn’t put up with it. Thankfully, you found one who rented a three-bedroom beach bungalow at a killer price. It was too much space for you, so you reached out first to Bradshaw, then Seresin who both agreed. It was a good idea, and while the three of you had ended up tangled up with each other more than once, making the shift from coworkers who occasionally fucked around to roommates was smoother than you expected.

They kept busy at Top Gun, teaching, running hops and being called out to top secret missions. Occasionally you ended up on the same mission, though if you saw each other during work it wasn’t the best of circumstances. Search and Rescue never paid for drinks, and no one ever wanted to see you and your crew, but no one made you feel uncomfortable. Weekends were the best. At least the ones where the three of you could spend time together. You had woken up first, starting a coffee pot, glancing around the common living space. Clothes were scattered over most surfaces, flight suits, uniforms, towels. Somehow, there was a pair of boxers hanging from the curtain rod. Life sustaining caffeine poured into a mug you set to sorting out the clothes into piles. “Morning Birdie,” Jake says emerging from his bedroom. His hair stands at odd angles, shirtless and barefoot, gray sweats riding low on his hips. He watches you for a few moments, before blinking sleepily returning to his room, dragging his dirty clothes hamper into the main living space. You can’t help but smile at the nickname, and Jake’s appearance. “How did it get this bad?” You ask, handing a mug over to him as he sorts his clothes into the piles. “Work.” Jake says. “Go grab yours.” He looks at the coffee mug like it hung the stars in the sky. Out of the three of you, you were the only one who could function in the morning. “And I’ll brave the wrath of Bradshaw.” “You’re a peach.” You grin at him, walking past, squeaking when he grabs your wrist, pulling you close. “I can be.” He says softly, kissing your cheek. “Missed you, between the hops and teaching it seems like you’ve been out of the house a lot.” “Work’s been tough for all of us.” You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth. He sets his mug down, plucking yours from your hand, setting it aside. He pulls you closer, those warm, strong arms wrapping around you as he kisses you again. Properly this time, Jake’s tongue sliding past your lips, his hands spanning your back. “Go get Bradley’s stuff.” You murmur against his lips when he comes up for air. “I need another kiss for luck.” Jake’s lips brush against yours as he speaks, sending shivers down your back. “You can have another one when you’ve completed your mission.” “Yes ma’am.” Jake salutes you, heading back to Bradley’s room. You go to your own room, retrieving your piles of dirty laundry. When you pass by Bradley’s room, you can hear the two men talking, voice rough with sleep. You lean in the doorway, watching as Bradley cups Jake’s jaw, pulling him down for a soft kiss. More murmuring, before Bradley is calling out good morning. “Morning Bradley,” you can’t help but smile. It had taken some time and more than a few growing pains, but the three of you had settled into this. A trio, that gave as much as it took, a love protected and fostered. “Do I smell coffee?” “Yes, you need to get up to get some.” You call over your shoulder. Once in the main room you start sorting your clothes adding to the already large piles. “I mean that’s basic biology.” Bradley rumbles softly, draping himself across your back. He’s warm and heavy, sleepy. “Have to get it up to get some.” His mustache tickles as he kisses along the curve of your neck. “Everyone knows that Birdie.” “You’re such a brat.” You squirm away and he chuckles softly. Jake’s rummaging through Bradley’s dirty clothes before he’s gathering up the flight suits and heading toward the garage. Food is a simple affair, breakfast burritos while barefoot in the kitchen. Bradley and Jake bicker playfully while you eat. It’s comfortable, familiar and the realization that the three of you hadn’t shared a space together for nearly three weeks. Sure, there were hellos and goodbyes, kisses in passing; but this comfort creature hadn’t happened for a while. Bradley disappears to change the laundry over, Jake’s at the sink washing up. Bradley comes back, slotting himself between your thighs. You had sat on the kitchen island to eat and hadn’t moved when your boys started to do things. Bradley rests his head on your chest, his arms around your waist. He makes a sound akin to a purr when your fingers tangle gently in his curls. “Comfortable?” You ask, kissing the top of his head. He rumbles his approval, burrowing closer to your body. His body heat seeps through the thin t-shirt and sleep shorts you wore as pajamas, his fingers brushing under the hem of your shirt. His touch is soft and slow, drawing circles on the small of your back. “We should probably go grocery shopping too.” Jake says. He’s started a list, standing next to the two of you. “Instacart,” Bradley says not even bothering to lift his head. “Laundry and snuggles today. Maybe movies and naps.” “I could get behind that.” Jake says. He pulls himself up on to the island with you, hand curling gently around the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. “My reward for facing the slumbering dragon and getting his clothes.” You can’t help but smile, sneaking another kiss, feeling him smile against your mouth. “Can we go somewhere more comfortable?” Bradley lifts his head, lips pursed for a kiss. You kiss him soundly, Jake following suit. “Couch, that way we can hear the washer and dryer, and the clothes will be in sight.” You murmur, pressing another soft kiss to Bradley’s mouth. Bradley offers his hand when you get down from the counter, Jake hot on your heels. Bradley sits on one end of the couch, his back against the arm, legs sprawled out. You crawl onto the couch with him, your back against his chest. Almost immediately, his head drops to your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to your neck. Your fingers find their way into his curls, untangling them gently as he hums in pleasure. “You alright there, sleepy boy?” “Mmhm,” he hums softly, nose pressed to the curve of your neck. Jake joins the pair of you, settling between your legs, his head on your chest. It’s warm and comfortable, one of Jake’s hands sliding up and down your side. Safe, sheltered, protected, nothing could reach the three of you here. Bradley’s breathing so slow and even against your neck, Jake’s weight comfortable and heavy, grounding you between the two halves of your heart. Maybe, just maybe the laundry can wait. Home was more important. /end

[wildbornsiren]

for the reverse birthday requests!

could we get a rooster X hangman X reader roomates/ship ?

Safe and Sound

here you be. Very very late

[wildbornsiren]

Wifey, firstly I love you 💗

Secondly for your Reverse birthday 🎂 - I need me some soft Rhett Abbott.

Reader/OC whatever, has had a tough week (work stress, an ex rears his ugly head, car broke down - yep I’m talking about my week), he sees her at the bar and they get talking. Maybe they’ve fucked before or not, 🤷🏼‍♀️ dealers choice. But he takes her home - in his truck cause hello 👋🏻 car troubles - they have coffee and he just listens to her, let’s her cry on him, lots of soft comfort and maybe it turns to sex or maybe he’s super fucking adorably soft and says something like - “I want you, but I want all of your focus, so if you can’t give me that I don’t want it, not tonight.”

Bonus points if he knocks her ex on his ass 🤨

Here you go wifey!

here you be

[wildbornsiren]

Bold | Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x F!Reader

Bold Synopsis: Tired of pining in a crowded bar, one of you finally makes a move.  One shot AFAB/Female civilian reader 2317 words Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: vaginal fingering, use of a strap on, vaginal penetrative sex Notes: For @writercole​ for the reverse birthday bash. So bb, here you be, some Phoenix getting some. Comments and reblogs are amazing. Thank you for reading. I appreciate it and it means the most. 

She stands out in the sea of testosterone and khaki. Confident, her full lips curved up in a slight smirk as she’s listening to one of the men at her side bicker with a blond by the pool table. She catches your eye, and you duck your gaze almost immediately. “Go talk to her,” Cassie nudges your shoulder. “I can’t.” You mutter, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a sip. “I mean have you seen her?” “I know that we’ve come to this bar the last two weekends because you hope to get a glimpse of her.” Cassie grins, popping the cherry from her drink into her mouth. The two of you had been friends for years, and when you agreed to come to move in with her you didn’t expect her to live in the middle of an outright buffet of attractive servicemen and women. You nearly choke on your now warm beer, spluttering softly. “I mean, you aren’t wrong.” You glance over in the direction of the pool table and frown when you don’t see her. “Are you going to go talk to the cute one with glasses or not?” “He does look like he needs a fresh water.” She’s off the stool, smoothing down the hem of her skirt. “I’ll hang a sock on the doorknob if I succeed.” “Good luck, Cass.” She blows you a kiss and makes her way through the crowd over to where the subject of her attention sat. “She’s finally making her move?” You nod, turning to see who had taken Cass’ spot next to you. You nearly spit out your drink for a second time that evening. The dark-haired woman offers a smile and accepts a fresh drink from the bartender. Up close, she’s even more stunning. Warm brown eyes search yours, and the smile hasn’t faded from her face. “I’m Natasha,” She offers her hand. You take it, introducing yourself. She repeats your name, and your stomach clenches. “Can I get you a fresh drink?” You nod, finding it hard to breath this close to her. She’s got a warm vibrant energy, and when she sits on the stool, her thigh is pressed to yours. “You’re stunning,” the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “Your friend isn’t the only one shooting her shot tonight.” Natasha hands you a fresh beer, her fingertips brushing yours. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were watching me or Bob, but I figured I’d come introduce myself and see where it went.” “Is that glasses?” She nods, “He’s my co-worker.” “What do you do for the Navy?” “I’m a pilot.” There’s so much pride and ferocity in the three words that it draws your attention to her once more. She’s incendiary and you’re a moth to flame. “Bob’s my wizzo.” “Weapons officer, right?” You remember a few of the pilots had mentioned the term. She nods, “I’m going to be up front,” She licks her lips before continuing, “I think you’re beautiful, and I want to dance with you.” “Is that going to be a problem?” You can feel eyes on you, and her. Natasha takes a drink of her beer and shakes her head. “Not with me, and if any knuckle draggers have an issue with it, I’ll take care of you.” There’s a playful weight to the end of her statement, focus on the word you. “Not to mention, my idiots will jump at the chase to play heroes for a damsel in distress.” She’s offering you her hand, and you’re taking it. It twists slightly, interlocking your fingers together as she leads you to the small space that passes for a dance floor. The blond wolf whistles, nudging the mustached man next to him. Moustache gives Natasha a thumbs up. “My idiots.” Natasha’s whispering against your ear as she’s pulling you close to her. “The blond is all bark and no bite, and Rooster is a feral golden retriever.” One of her hands is on your hip, and the other is keeping you close. You relax as you get caught up in the music, the way she feels against you, the way her fingertips brush slightly under the hem of your tank top. Natasha’s humming along with the music, and you’ve lost track of how many songs you’ve danced to. Her hips rock slightly against yours, and there’s a flush on her cheekbones. “Kiss me?” Her voice is soft, lips brushing against your jaw. Somehow Budweiser isn’t just a shitty beer when you taste it on her lips. Her hand is at the back of your neck, encouraging you closer as the kiss deepens. You’ve stopped dancing, your hands cupping her face. She moans and it’s one of the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. Her hands skim down your back, pressing you closer, feeling her curves against your own. “Wow,” you sigh with a soft laugh against her mouth. She bites her lower lip before she’s leaning in to kiss you again, hard and fast. “Again?” “If you want another one, I need to get you out of here.” She murmurs. “If that’s not too forward.” “If one of us wasn’t forward, I’d still be staring at you from across the bar.” Natasha laughs, and your insides turn to liquid. She’s bright and brilliant, the sound rattling around in your head. You want to hear it every chance you get, and her smile—oh her smile it makes your heart skip a beat. “Come on then gorgeous, let me take care of you.” She offers her hand, and when you take it, she kisses the back of your knuckles. She waves over her shoulder at her boys as she leads you out of the bar. Natasha drives the two of you to the small house she’s staying in. She laughs softly against your lips when she pushes you against her car, leaning in for another kiss, her hands sliding over your hips, cupping your ass and pulling you flush against her. You find your legs parting when her knee presses between your thighs. Your skirt bunches on your legs, and you whine when she presses her leg up against your core. Her hands encourage you as you rock against her leg, rubbing yourself, chasing friction. “You want my fingers and tongue, or the strap?” She’s murmuring against your ear. “Figured I’d ask now before we get too far.” It takes a few moments for your brain to catch up to her words. “Strap.” “Yeah?” She smiles against the curve of your neck. “You want my cock sweet girl?” You nod, and she presses her leg harder between yours. “Say it for me, I want to hear it.” “Please, Nat, give me your cock.” She sighs and untangles herself. “Come on,” she’s leading you into the house, and back into her bedroom. She pauses hanging her uniform top, on the door knob. “Can’t terrorize the roomie, though he'd probably be amused.” Once the door is closed behind her, there’s a moment of nerves that settle low in your stomach. Her fingers tip your chin up, and she kisses your cheek. Another lands on your mouth, “Still okay?” “Yes,” you mutter. She had let her hair down and it feels like liquid silk under your fingers. “You’re beautiful. It’s a little overwhelming.” “Oh, sweet girl,” she breathes against your neck, her fingers finding the hem of your tank top, and slowly raising it. “I could spend the rest of time showing you how gorgeous you are.” Natasha tosses your tank top aside. Her hands skim up your torso, sliding over the curve of your breasts. “White looks pretty on your skin.” She shucks her undershirt, pressing soft kisses down your neck, across your collar bones. Delicate fingers undo your bra, sliding it off your shoulders. Her mouth closes over your breast, tongue teasing at your nipple with a soft little hum of pleasure. Your back arches slightly, hand once more finding purchase in her hair. Her nails dig into your hips when you tug gently, wrapping her hair around your fingers. One hand eases off your hip, under the waistband of your skirt. “Please,” your head tips back, resting against the door. Her fingers tease over the front of your panties, before she’s pushing them aside. The touch is feather light as she teases a single finger along your slit. “You feel good,” she murmurs before her teeth nip at the curve of your other breast. A second finger joins the first, her thumb brushing against your clit as she toys with the wetness she finds. Gently she presses her finger inside, and you moan at the feeling of her finally touching you where you need it the most. She thrusts her fingers into you, curling them just right, and you whimper, the sound of her soft panting music to your ears. Your nails dig into her shoulders, her moan making you tighten around her fingers. “Natasha…” The easy way she fucked her fingers into you, the slow drag of her thumb over your clit was sending you spiraling.  You rock your hips moving against her, pleasure washing over you. “More?” She asks. You nod, struck mute when her fingers slide from your pussy and she’s sucking them clean. Dark eyes meet yours and she chases the taste of you on her lips with her tongue. “Take the rest of it off.” She tugs playfully at your skirt, “and make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you what you need.” You catch her wrist when she’s stepping away, and she turns to look at you. “I want to, can I touch you?” She nods, coming back to you, to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Later. Right now, I just want to watch you fall apart for me. Because of me. I’ve been thinking about how good you’d look under me from the first time I saw you.” Your knees are weak as you walk over to her bed, fingers trembling as you tug your skirt off. Panties down, you kick them aside and sit on the edge of the bed. You watch as she wiggles into the harness, the dark leather standing out against her skin. She glances over her shoulder, a playful grin on her face as she affixes her strap to the harness. Average in length and girth it suits her, and your mouth waters looking it. You sprawl out on the bed, watching her tie her hair back. Natasha walks around the bed, smirking down at you. Her hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Her fingers dig into your thighs, nudging your legs apart. Her fingers tease through your slick, dipping into you, thrusting slowly. She’s working you slowly, kisses landing on heated skin. Your voice cracks when she’s continually rubbing that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Her lips are swollen and she’s kissing you until you’re breathless. “Natasha, please.” “Tell me sweet girl,” she murmurs. “Tell me what you need.” “Fuck me,” you murmur, hiding your face behind your arm. Her hand captures yours, pinning it lightly to the bed. “I’m going to, and you’re going to watch me.” She breathes against your lips, each word sending shockwaves through you. “You’re going to see who makes you fall apart.” Her fingers slide from your pussy, and she’s stroking her strap with your slick. “Ready?” When you nod, letting your legs fall apart even more, her hands are once more at your hips. Natasha sinks into you with a groan. The stretch is incredible, and she pauses for a few moments, until you’re rolling your hips against her. “Oh, sweet girl, you take it so well.” Her mouth smears against yours in a sloppy kiss when she begins to thrust into you. Her hands map your body, kisses eagerly swallowing your sounds of pleasure. Natasha shivers when your hands skim up her back, tracing the lean muscles. You tug playfully on her ponytail, and she hips snap harder against yours. She fucks into you, her body a beautiful blend of hard and soft, her muscles flexing as she moves, her curves so soft and giving under your hands. “Feels good,” you whisper when she nips your lower lip. Natasha whimpers, and you can see the switch behind her eyes. She draws your legs up further, pulling them around her waist and she’s fucking into you. You see stars when she starts to rub your clit in time with her thrusts. You can feel yourself tighten around her, and she whines again for you, her teeth biting into your shoulder when your back arches a bit. You move against her thrusts, hands groping at her ass as she pounds into you.  She nearly folds you in half as her hips stutter, the bed shifting under you both. You cry out wordlessly as she thrusts deeper into you, voice cracking when you come. She continues to fuck you through your orgasm, kissing you hard and possessive as she does. She’s panting against your shoulder, her hair tickling your hypersensitive skin. “Fuck baby, you made me cum without touching me.” She’s trembling against you, and you pepper her temple with kisses. “I’ve never done that before.” Natasha lifts her head, eyes half lidded and sated. “Breathe for me sweetheart.” She pulls out, moving away to unbuckle the harness and step out of it, placing it aside on a towel on a chair.

Natasha curls up on the bed next to you, fingers brushing along your cheekbone, the curve of your jaw. “Bath, or shower?” She kisses your nose. “I’ll order some Chinese food and it should be here by the time we get out.” “Shower,” You grin at the soft gesture. “If I get you in the bath, the food will get cold.” ------ Tagging in:  @callsign-phoenix​ @lt-natrace​    @shadeds-library​ @atthediscowithoutpanic​ @writercole​ @hoe-on-the-range​ @hederasgarden​ @revolution-starter​ @princessmisery666​​ @evansrogerskitten​

[wildbornsiren]

Playing House || Miles Miller/F!Reader

Playing House Summary: A moment together with Miles.  518 words Female/AFAB reader (established relationship) Warning: canon non-compliance.  Notes:  For @hederasgarden​ who asked for “playing house with Miles” for my reverse birthday event. Comments and reblogs fuel the muses. Likes are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading, it’s so appreciated and means the most.  *** Tag list is no more. Please follow @wbslibrary​ ***

You watch the clock, anxious as the minutes tick by. The room was tidy, bed made with fresh sheets, the curtains drawn, lights off except for the ones on the bedside tables, Candles were placed in the middle of the wobbly table, along with a warm dinner. You had changed from your work uniform into a dress, stockings, the seams perfectly aligned along the back of your legs. You wander over to the small bookcase, pulling a record from the collection you’ve built, placing it on the record player, dropping the needle.

Jazz filled the quiet, and you closed your eyes, swaying along with the melody, caught up in a daydream of a smokey bar, and a dark-haired mysterious stranger who sent you a cocktail. You hum along with the tune, startling gently when arms wrap around you from behind. You’re pulled against a solid chest, Miles’ arms tight around your midsection. A gentle kiss lands on the curve of your neck, and you sigh softly, leaning into him. “Welcome home,” you say, hands sliding over his. You smile when his fingers entwine with yours, and you bring your joined hands to your mouth, kissing scarred knuckles. “Hello darling,” his lips brush the shell of your ear, his voice low and gentle. “Did the rest of your shift go well?” He hums softly in response, pulling away only to spin you in time with the song. Miles pulls you close, one hand at the small of your back, the other keeping a light grip on your hand. He smells like coffee and the honey candy he was so fond of. He brushes a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We have guests in Nevada. A nice couple on a weekend getaway, and a young man traveling by himself.” He spins you again, and you crash into his chest, a giggle bubbling up. “Dinner is going to get cold darling,” you kiss his cheek delighted at the slight blush that blooms on his face. He brings your hand to his mouth, kissing the simple gold band on your finger. “Just a minute longer.” He looks at you, and the sheer adoration in his eyes makes your breath hitch. “I’ve spent so long yearning for someone like you, something I thought I’d never have.” “Miles, you deserve the world.” You say softly. This sweet, gentle man looked at you as if you had hung the sun in the sky, held you with such tenderness you swore you would break if he let you go. “I love you so much, I love us, our home.” Keeping a hold on his hand, you lead him over to the table. “I will spend the rest of our days together proving that to you.” You tap his shoulder, and he sinks into the chair. You sit opposite him, placing your hand in his when he offers it. He bows his head, lips moving silently as he prays over the meal. It’s simple food, a simple room, and as you gaze at him from across the table, your heart aches for this moment to last forever. /end

[wildbornsiren]

for your birthday/the rest of us 😊 rhett x f!reader a glimpse of them in the fall. open to your interpretation. 🖤 hoe-on-the-range

Oh darlin' @hoe-on-the-range have some fall happiness.

Rhett Abbott/F!Reader 289 words

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You can see him from where you stand on the porch. Rhett is in one of the fields, the golden stalks of wheat moving gently in the crisp breeze. His smile is bright and easy, and it makes your heart skip a beat. His hand is chapped but warm when his fingers lace with yours. His lips brush against the back of your hand, before he's tugging you close to him. He wraps around you, grunting softly when the thermos hits him in the back.

The flannel is warm and soft under your cheek, the fabric well loved, his cologne subtle but one so familiar to you it was almost embedded in your senses as well. He's murmuring softly against the top of your head, his nose buried in your hair.

"The Bradley's are having a bonfire tonight."

He chuckles softly. "You want to go?"

You untangle yourself, opening the thermos and fill the attached cup with hot spiced apple cider and offer it to him.

Rhett takes the mug, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I'd like nothin' more to sit on a bale next to you." The corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and it's something that never fails to make you fall just a bit more for him, each time you see it. "There's a problem with those plans though darlin'."

He points toward the west, and you can see the storm that's coming in on that beautifully chilly wind. "How about we stay in and watch the rain. I'll start a fire, snuggle up under a blanket."

"S'mores?" You arch an eyebrow at him. He nods.

"Only if you read to me. Nothing sweeter than that."

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[wildbornsiren]

Reverse birthday.

My birthday is in two weeks. I’ve had a shitty year and don’t really feel like celebrating in the traditional sense. So what I’d like to do instead, is offer a gift to to you all

From now until August 1st, please drop me an ask with a little prompt, a pairing or a head cannon that you’d like me to play with. I’ll write something up and post them all on my actual birthday (august 4th)  Couple things:  1. One per person please.  2. Absolutely no SA.  3. I am only writing for Top Gun, Top Gun Maverick, and Outer Range.  4. I will not write Mav/Young Aviators, related to canon inserts (Mav’s daughter/Bradley ect). I only currently write Rhett for Outer Range.  5. If it falls into the parameters of what I’ll do, it’s fair game. Het, slash, and inserts are all gravy here.  Need an example? Hey! Could I have a late night snack run with Floydsin?

Go forth, ask and have some fun. I am so overwhelmed with all of the love I’ve gotten on the head canons and fics that I’ve posted. It really means the most and I cannot express how much I love and appreciate you. So, I’d really like to give back to ya’ll.  xo

[wildbornsiren]

Happiest of Birthdays lovely Shelly. You deserve only sunshine and light and I wish I could take you out for drinks and your favorite meal.

May I request Miles Miller +

Happiest of Birthdays lovely Shelly. You deserve only sunshine and light. I wish I could take you out for drinks and your favorite meal. In the meantime, I'll just have to tell you how much I adore you.

May I request Miles Miller + Playing House.

Oh sweet Ivy, I adore you so very much. I apologize that this is so short.

Playing House

[wildbornsiren]

Hello! Happy birthday/almost birthday/reverse birthday! For the prompt, how about something with Hangman as a new dad? Let's be real, though - any of the TGM guys as parents absolutely sends me!

Happy, happy birthday! :)

Happy bleated birthday (almost) birthday twin! I hope I did this prompt justice for you. :) Easy Morning.

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Your alarm wakes you up, which is strange, since the alarm on your phone hadn’t woken you up for a few months. A smaller, more precious alarm normally drew you from the warmth of your bed. You reach out, patting the empty space next to you. You sit up, rubbing sleep from your eyes when you realize Jake isn’t in bed with you, and the rest of the house is suspiciously quiet.   Getting out of bed, you grab your robe, pulling it on, and pad barefoot down the hallway to the nursery. Jake is in the overstuffed recliner, his feet up, a fluffy blanket covering his legs. There’s a bundle of blue cradled carefully in his arms, an empty bottle dangling from his free hand. His head is tipped back, face blissfully peaceful as he snores. You lean against the doorframe watching the two most important things to you sleep. Your relationship had been a bit of a whirlwind romance, falling into bed and each other’s hearts quickly. The arrival of your son was a surprise, but the responsibility was one that Jake had risen to. He had doted on you the whole time, somehow managing his work life and helping you make the house a home. He still took to the skies, though more in a training capacity, and the nursery had been a group present from the Dagger team.  Gently, you remove the bottle from his hand, putting it on the dresser. You can feel Jake’s eyes on you while your back is turned. “You were supposed to be sleeping in.”  His voice is so low and soft, sleep rounding out the edges of his words. “Thank you,” You step closer, kissing his forehead. He rumbles softly, pressing a finger to his cheek, and you oblige. He presses his fingers to his lips, and you can’t help but smile, kissing him lightly. “You look happy.” “I am happy.” He says. His free hand rests at the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. “Happier than I thought I could ever be.” “Even if he wakes up every couple of hours?” You tease lightly. “He’s asleep now,” Jake arches an eyebrow at you. You shake your head, gently lifting your son from Jake’s arms, and carefully place him in the crib. “You’re incredible.” He chuckles, getting out of the chair with a soft grunt. His arms wrap around your waist, and his chin rests on the top of your head. Those large, warm hands playfully grope your breasts. “We could give him a sibling. A little girl.” “You remember biology doesn’t work like that right?” You lean back against him, enjoying the strength in his chest and the way he envelopes you with his body. “I could definitely use a refresher.” Soft kisses rain down on your shoulder, the curve of your neck. “Maybe even some practice.” “When did he finish that bottle?” Jake’s nuzzling at the crook of your neck, before he speaks. “Half an hour ago?” “Alright, Seresin.” You murmur. “Take me to bed.”

[boitanosbitch]

Index/Tags

(making this so I can link it in my pinned post)

*NOTE - I tag pretty much every character’s name but i didn’t put everyone here bc there’s not a lot of (for example) gerald art. i also only tag ship names for the ships i like lol)

PAIRING + GROUP TAGS

stan + kyle

kenny + wendy

craig + tweek

also a special tag for Youth Pastor Craig and Imp Tweek

Bus Stop (line-ups of the main four)

The Other Bus Stop (i.e. Craig and those guys. i’m petty and i don’t tag this if it doesn’t include jimmy)

The Goth Kids (together or separate, but they also each have their own individual tag too)

SIBLINGS TAGS

Broflovski Bros (Kyle and Ike)

Marsh Kids (Stan and Shelly)

McCormick Kids (Kenny, Karen, Kevin, or any combination of two)

Tucker Kids (Craig and Tricia)

In a similar vein, I added a tag for posts that feature other Family Members as well.

COSTUME  / EPISODE TAGS

The Fractured But Whole + Superhero

Phone Destroyer

Stick of Truth + Fantasy

Anime/”Good Times With Weapons”

“I Should Never Have Gone Ziplining” “Free Willzyx” (or just Kyle and orcas) “Pandemic” / Pan Flute Outfits “Follow that Egg!” “Lil Crime Stoppers” “The Losing Edge” / Baseball Outfits Stan with Snowball the Rabbit

South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut (all BLU-related content)

Satanic Stan / “Freemium Isn’t Free”

“South Park is Gay” / The metrosexual outfits “W.T.F.” / Wrestling Outfits (includes “Tweek vs. Craig” tbh) Goth Stan Jersey Kyle Canadian Mountie Ike! Just make sure you don’t end up naked and jacking it in San Diego... Fingerbang!

....mike gainor? “You Got F’d int he A” / The Dance Movie Episode The girls as cheerleaders Am I Just an AirBnB in Santa Clarita? (+ “i don’t even have a machine to play fallen order on...”)

SEASONAL / HOLIDAY TAGS

Halloween! (both references to Halloween episodes and general Halloween-themed posts)

Winter and Winter Holidays! (also includes snowmen and similarly holiday-ish winter scenes)

Birthdays! (Whether referencing an in-show Birthday scene or just a birthday post for one of the characters)

ART STYLE TAGS

Comic

Gifs

Animation (original and some show animation)

Redraw / Reanimate (includes not-quite-redraw art that’s based directly on scenes or poses from the show)

Poster-style Art

TROPE TAGS + AUs + OTHER FUN STUFF

Grave: Kenny Standing at His Grave

Angel Kenny: Kenny with Angel Wings

Guitar Hero: Stan and Kyle playing guitar hero!

Cheesing: Kenny Cheesing

You’re Getting Old: Sad and/or drunk Stan (includes all references to “You’re Getting Old” and “Assburgers”)

Whale Wars: Stan being an animal-lover

Crossovers: includes crossovers w/ other media and AUs

Freaky Friday: Reversals/Age-Swaps/Costume Swaps, etc.

Kids Being Kids: exactly what the tag says

Precious Moments ™: someone getting their ass kicked

BLU Goodbye: Various takes on Kenny’s “Goodbye, You Guys” scene from the South Park Movie

Skaters: The kids with skateboards

PSP: Kenny with his PSP

Behind-the-Scenes and Making-of (and some screenshots/gifs from the show)

text posts / discourse / etc

memes and jokes

PERSONAL FAVORITES

faves (design)

faves (composition / dynamic / vibe)

CHARACTER TAGS

bebe ⌁ butters ⌁ cartman ⌁ carol mccormick ⌁ craig

clyde ⌁ ike ⌁ jimmy ⌁ karen ⌁ kenny ⌁ kenny’s rats

kevin (mccormick) ⌁ kyle ⌁  mr. possy ⌁ nichole

randy ⌁ sharon ⌁ sheila ⌁ sparky ⌁ stan ⌁ stripe

stuart  ⌁ terrance and phillip ⌁ timmy ⌁ token ⌁ towelie

tweek  ⌁ wendy  

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trigger/content warning tags i use: death, gun, blood, gore, suicide, death mention, suicide mention (feel free to ask if there’s something you’d like me to add!)