#small actions mean something too you know

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘

Pairing: Caitvi x Reader

Summary: Making your girlfriends crochet gifts for Valentine's Day <3

The strongest scent in the room derived from the book that Vi was reading. It smelt of vetiver, a smoky, earthy aroma that blessed your nose. “The Adventures of Harden,” she’d been reading it for a while—that huge chunky novel must’ve been filled with a butt ton of action.

Caitlyn was busy in a council meeting, she’d gone back to announce her departure despite her inner confliction. She needed a break from everything, to not have so much weight on her shoulders for once in her life. Vi was the one to have done most of the convincing, she’s good at it—not very surprising.

“What’s happening as of now?” You asked Vi as you looked at the block on text from behind her. She leaned her head back to look up at you, “Huh?”

You gestured to the book, “In here, what’s happening?” Suddenly, all the deep knowledge she’s memorized in this book was gone with a poof. She scratched the mop of pink hair atop of her head, “I—uh, don’t remember, sorry,” You feigned a disappointmented sigh, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Did you really wanna know?” Her tone was near concerned, as if afraid that you actually were disappointed. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “I’m just jossin’.” She visibly looked relieved, exhaling a breath. “What, scared I was sad to not hear your nerdiness?” The teasing tone in your voice made her quietly groan but not retort.

A part of her was a bit suspicious, just in general, she knew Valentine’s Day was coming up—and that you had to be planning something. But what? It could be anything, you had many talents. She internally scolded herself as to not think about it too much, though she couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling up inside.

—★—

The floor creaked under weight of your feet as you walked through the hallway, headed towards your crochet room.

With how huge the Kiramman mansion was, many rooms went unused, simply labeled as guest or storage, this being one of them. When Caitlyn noticed that crochet was one of your prominent hobbies, she offered for you to use any room you’d like.

You specifically chose this one for it’s beauty.

Sunlight shined through the one large window on the left side of the room, lighting up the darkest parts of the room. The view outside of that very window, ships coming from different areas to land at their docks; the tall buildings constructed by genius minds.

Piltover’s beauty never failed to amaze you.

Your crochet equipment was neatly settled on the wooden oak table. As you sat on the black rolling chair, the kitten-like figures were what you decided to work on first. You could only think about your girlfriends—how you saw them, but in a more adorable form.

You looped the black yarn with the hooked needle, each small thread tightening together like bonded atoms. Throughout the past hour, you slowly worked your way up. Adding on a small strawberry hat to it, with specks of white as seeds and it’s green leaf top.

On to the next, not muchh different, other than colors. The white yarn was a stark contrast from the black—and instead of a strawberry hat, a blueberry one. The star-shaped pattern on the top to represent the calyx.

…

You carefully cut the loose string that hung next to the eye. Perfection. Crafted with your bare hands—to say you were only proud was an understatement.

—★—

You couldn’t hold the absolute joy you felt when you entered the living room with the box. Giving anything to the ones you loved was the best gift that you could ever receive; you were excited for their reactions too. You waited up to this moment to show something special—with meaning, non-verbally announcing your love for them. It’s not that you couldn’t say ‘I love you’ out loud (well, maybe), but you didn’t wanna just say it without showing it as well.

They’ve never received crocheted gifts before, it’s not that common of a hobby. That was even more of a reason for you to make it.

—★—

“What is this I see?” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at the mysterious brown box. Vi peeked from beside her—similar to a cat; curious, eyes trained onto the box like it’d disappear in seconds. She made her way closer before you lightly pushed her back, “You will see what it is, be patient.” You shook your head in amusement at her eagerness.

The moment you pulled them out, Caitlyn’s eyes widened, along with Vi’s jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

Vi took the figure as if it were porcelain, as if her hands were so rough that it’d break it so easily. “No way,” she whispered, inspecting every detail.

Tears started to well up in her eyes as she stared down at the plush. “It’s…it’s—thank you,” her laugh was watery as she hugged you, brawny arms squeezing you tight.

Valentines Day was barely celebrated in Zaun, but she remembered when Powder would make her tiny gadgets or trinkets. To her, it was more than she could act for, even if those things were now destroyed, still laid in a pile of dust and debris.

Caitlyn was speechless, staring at hers in shock; the little baby blue streaks mixed into the white yarn, the navy blue hat matching her own hair.

This was…sweet.

Sweet as honey; straight from the source. The most wonderful project she’d ever seen—better than any architecture or design that’s been brought to her.

She couldn’t help but join in on the hug as well, her face burying itself deep into your neck. Where she felt safe.

They’d surely cherish this forever.

—★—

Bonus moment:

She closed her eyes and hugged the crocheted kitten, “I’m gonna name him Barry.” She announced to the both of you, feeling content. Caitlyn looked up from her own kitten, “As in ‘berry?’ Wow, creative.” She nodded, amused.

…

That night, as the moon was up and the stars were out—your loves were fast asleep. Caitlyn was curled in on herself, legs near her mid-section, arms rested underneath her head. Vi, however, had her arms wrapped around Caitlyn’s waist, cheek pressed against the soft of her back. Barry was squished in between.

A/N: The idea of crocheting is so cute to me but I don’t know how to😔

[ph-cutie]

the thing about disco elysium and the scope we see the world through is that its both crushingly vast and painfully minute. you spend the game walking into lore dumps, bombarded with information about the big wide world, but the entire action takes place within a 3 km radius. the reason and solution for everything is out of your scope. the potential large-scale conflict that the union is egging on is something we will never know the conclusion of, the motive of the murderer goes back to events that you werent even alive for, etc. i think the church quest embodies this. you're confronted with the global, unknowable phenomenon (the pale) through the micro perspective (2mm hole in the world) and in the meanwhile you meet the ravers, and the church dwellers, and you find out all about their little problems and situations, about acele's family, about how andre is balding, about noid's strange ideas. im just gesturing vaguely atp but like. you know what i mean. i think its beautiful. the world is too big to fix but there are always small things that make it worth living in. i think thats the main thing i took away from elysium

[antifainternational]

Tips for first-time protesters?

So many tips!

Before The Action: -Watch social media for announcements about the action or any last-minute changes to the plans for the action (like start times, rally points, etc). Be sure that the information you’re seeing is coming from a trusted source.-Probably a good idea to tell someone you know who’s not going what your plans are for getting there and what time you expect to be back. Maybe set up a time to call them to check-in. That way if you don’t call, they’ll know that something’s up. -Check the laws in your area around police powers to detain and arrest people. Find out what information you are legally obligated to provide the police and under what circumstance. Do you have to identify yourself if asked to by police? Do you have to show ID if asked to by police? Do the police have the power to detain you without charge? The answers vary depending on the country or region you’re in - best to find out what your rights are in advance! -Try to get a good night’s rest before the action and arrive sober and not hungover - you’ll need a clear head to make fast decisions on the go!-Try to go with someone else or, better still, a few other people that you know and trust (e.g. an affinity group). That way you can have each other’s backs and bolster attendance numbers too! If that’s not possible, you could try to make contact with a local antifa group and see if they’d be willing to let you join them in arriving at the action. 

-If you are going it alone, that’s totally fine, too! You can probably expect other anti-fascists at the protest to be a little bit wary with you at first (due to the tendency of plainclothes police to infiltrate and try to provoke shit), but that’s not a big deal. The worst thing that might happen is that you’ll feel uncomfortable and leave early, but we bet it’s much more likely that you’ll be making some new friends!What To Bring: -Having some kind of official/government ID with you might mean that the cops don’t have an excuse to hold you even longer while they identify you.  But this doesn’t always apply or make sense (e.g. for actions where delaying the cops by not revealing identities is part of the tactics). Many antifascists advise against bringing ID with you - it really depends on the region you’re in.  

-Cash money - avoid bank card/debit card/credit cards

-Public transit tokens -it’s probably a good idea to bring some N-95 masks for health reasons alone, but concealing your identity is also very generally a good practice (provided you’ve checked local laws about wearing masks at protests beforehand!)

- Wear comfortable shoes. You’re going to be standing for a long time. And possibly doing some sprinting! Dress accordingly! -Wear clothing appropriate for the time of year and season for being outdoors for several hours, just in case.

- Bring water, shouting at nazis is thirsty work

-write down the phone number for legal support in case of arrest.  -a change of clothes can help disrupt intelligence gathering by the opposition or police and also make you less conspicuous. For example, one member of our crew likes to bring a small backpack containing a different-coloured jacket, a hat, some sunglasses, and a tote bag big enough to fit everything in (including the backpack) and has been known to quickly duck into an alley or public washroom and switch jackets, put on the hat & sunglasses, stuff the backpack into the tote bag, and emerge looking like a completely different person! This has been a handy tactic when leaving a black bloc-style action to do recon of the opposition, for example.

What NOT To Bring:

-We’d recommend not bringing your phone or shelling out a few bucks to bring a burner phone that you’ve taken precautions to not connect to your person.  That phone shouldn’t have contacts listed under real names, etc.  If you do bring a phone keep it on lock - we know of cases where the cops or the fash got a hold of someone’s phone that wasn’t locked and then had all their contacts, photos, text & voice messages, access to their social media accounts, etc.  Not good!  Also remember that the cops could be using technology to intercept calls & texts.  Basically, never communicate anything on a phone that you wouldn’t say in public. 

-Don’t bring drugs or alcohol for what we hope are obvious reasons.

-Wearing identifiable clothing (i.e. with distinct logos, patches, patterns, colours, etc.) is not a good idea. Try to blend in with what others are wearing (that’s typically an all-black ensemble). Of course, having a change of clothes into something that doesn’t look like protest wear is probably a smart move (see above).  At The Action: -If you didn’t organize the protest or are traveling to another area to attend it, it’s good etiquette to follow the lead of the organizers and not start shit that they’ll have to answer for after it’s said and done and you’ve left. -stick together - try to stay with the group during the action and not get cut off from them. -It’s not really ever a good idea to take photos of your side/the good guys at actions although there should be obvious reasons why you might want photos/video of the bad guys.  Certainly never take pics of undisguised folks on your side without permission and certainly never post them publicly on social media, etc. You should try to avoid getting photographed if at all possible. -if police are there, use the STFU strategy. Shut The Fuck Up. Do not speak with them. If they ask you a question, “no comment” or “I don’t answer questions” suffices (providing your local laws allow this - be sure you’ve checked beforehand!).  -as a general rule, use common sense and pay attention to the situation at hand and let that determine what you do/don’t do.  Final tip: don’t over-worry yourself here - for sure make some common-sense preparations before you go but make sure you go! After The Action -make sure you’re safe to leave the action. This might mean traveling with others along a route you pre-planned. Or it might mean arriving at a pre-planned rally point afterwards to make sure everyone’s OK. Watch for people you don’t know following you. It might be a good idea to not travel directly home, but instead go to a public space or a few public spaces first. GOOD LUCK/LET US KNOW HOW IT GOES!

[yara0546]

hey<3 can u do how dreamies would celebrate V'Day with their s/o?

Nct dream reaction | celebrating Valentine's Day together

Pairing: nct dream x reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, relationship.

Note : English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

Masterlist

Mark

Mark is the type to go all out but in the most genuine way. He'd show up at your place with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a small box of chocolates, and a nervous smile.

"Hey, uhm… Happy Valentine’s Day! I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I just… got everything?" He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laugh, pulling him into a hug. "Mark, this is perfect."

You both spend the evening at a cozy café, talking about everything and nothing, his fingers occasionally brushing against yours as he shyly reaches for your hand.

Renjun

Renjun would pretend he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day but still ends up planning something meaningful. He surprises you with a painting he made one that captures a beautiful moment you shared.

"I mean, it’s not a big deal or anything… but I thought you might like it," he says, avoiding eye contact as he hands it to you.

Your eyes widen. "Renjun, this is amazing! You remembered that day?"

He smirks, crossing his arms. "Of course, I did. I remember everything about you."

You melt on the spot.

Jeno

Jeno doesn’t say much, but his actions scream love. He picks you up on his motorcycle, handing you a helmet. "Come with me. I have a surprise."

He takes you to a quiet hilltop overlooking the city, where he’s set up a small picnic. You sit beside him, leaning into his warmth as he gently intertwines his fingers with yours.

"I’m not great with words, but… I just want you to know that you’re really special to me," he says softly.

You smile, squeezing his hand. "I know, Jeno. I feel the same way."

Haechan

Haechan would tease you all day, pretending he forgot about Valentine's. He acts completely normal, making you pout.

"Wait, today’s special? Why? Your birthday isn’t until…" he trails off, grinning as you glare at him.

But later, he surprises you with a candlelit dinner he prepared himself. As you take a bite, he watches you expectantly.

"I might have burned the first batch, but this one’s good, right?"

You giggle. "It’s perfect, Hyuck."

"Just like us," he winks, making you roll your eyes but blush anyway.

Jaemin

Jaemin is all about affection, so expect a day full of cuddles, sweet whispers, and small surprises. He appears at your door with a giant teddy bear.

"So, this is my stand in when I’m not around," he jokes, hugging you tightly.

He takes you to an amusement park, where he wins you a bunch of prizes. At the Ferris wheel's highest point, he looks at you with that signature soft gaze.

"You know… I think I love you."

Your breath catches, and you whisper back, "I think I love you too."

He grins, pulling you closer.

Chenle

Chenle would turn Valentine’s Day into something fun. Instead of a traditional date, he surprises you with an arcade challenge.

"If I win more tickets, you owe me boba!" he declares.

You playfully nudge him. "And if I win?"

He smirks. "Then I’ll buy you whatever you want."

After a day of laughter, he hands you a bracelet. "I saw this and thought it’d look good on you."

You smile, slipping it on. "Thank you, Chenle."

"Anything for my favorite person," he winks.

Jisung

Jisung would be super nervous but determined to make the day special. He’d shyly hand you a heart-shaped box.

"I… I made these chocolates. I hope they’re okay."

You take a bite and smile. "Jisung, these are delicious!"

His ears turn red. "Really? I was so scared you wouldn’t like them."

You giggle, hugging him. "You’re adorable."

He buries his face in his hands. "Stop, you’re making me more nervous!"

But deep down, he’s happy you loved his gift.

[itsnesss]

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | on valentine's day, you and jun-ho share a quiet, meaningful day, growing closer through simple moments and small gestures of love

warnings | fluff, romance

word count | 1.8 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks

ᡣ𐭩

It's Valentine's Day, and like every year, you find yourself searching for the perfect gift. The streets are filled with couples walking hand in hand, smiling and enjoying the romantic atmosphere that covers the city. Although you don’t care much about the day, today something feels different. Maybe it's the way Jun-ho looks at you or the special connection you've built since everything changed.

Jun-ho, your boyfriend, is a serious man. Always so focused on his work, sometimes distant. But today, when you woke up beside him, you felt something warm, something that filled you with hope. Perhaps there aren't any big plans or grand romantic gestures, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that today, on this special day, you were together.

You wake up beside him in bed, the sound of his calm breathing next to you. You look at him, watching how his relaxed face contrasts with the image of him as the officer always ready for action. Jun-ho is one of those men who seem fragile on the outside, but his soul has a strength that, although he doesn't show it, makes you admire him deeply.

Without making a sound, you get out of bed, looking for your clothes in the closet while trying not to wake him. You know that if you don't hurry, Jun-ho will get up late, and for him, work always comes first.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and when you check it, you see a message from him:

"I’m waiting for you for breakfast. I love you, today is our day."

You can't help but smile. There’s no need for more words. Those three simple words mean more than any flower or expensive gift ever could. You know that sometimes he feels uncomfortable with affectionate words, but he always says it in a way that touches your heart.

You head to the kitchen, where Jun-ho is already sitting, with a cup of coffee in his hands, staring pensively out the window. The sun gently enters the room, illuminating his face and showing an expression you rarely see. It’s not the one of a police officer on a mission, nor the one of a distant man. It's the expression of a Jun-ho who belongs to you, who wants to spend this day with you.

"Are you almost done?" you ask, smiling at how calm he is.

He looks at you and nods. "Yes. I'm ready. How do you feel today?"

You sit across from him, still smiling. "Good, really good. I didn’t know you cared so much about Valentine's Day."

Jun-ho shrugs, but there’s no coldness in his gesture. "It’s just an excuse to spend more time with you. I want today to be a good day for both of us."

Your eyes soften as you hear him. His words, although simple, mean more than any grand promise. You give him a smile in return, grateful for his sincerity.

"I want the same thing too," you say as you take a sip of your coffee.

After breakfast, you decide you want to do something special. Maybe there won’t be grand plans or fancy dinners, but there's something you can do: create memories. So, without saying anything, you take his hand and guide him to the door.

"Let’s go," you say with a mischievous spark in your eyes. "Today I want us to do something different."

Jun-ho doesn’t ask, he just lets himself be guided, trusting you. And as you walk through the streets, you realize how easy it is to be by his side. You don’t need grand words or gestures. All you need is to be with him, and that makes everything perfect.

Arriving at a nearby park, you stop and look around. The snow falls gently, covering the ground with a white layer that seems straight out of a dream. The cold air brushes against your cheeks, but the warmth of Jun-ho’s hand in yours makes you forget everything else. It’s a moment you could only share with him.

"What are we doing here?" Jun-ho asks, a slight smile on his lips.

"You'll see," you answer as you look him in the eyes. "I just want to walk a little."

Jun-ho frowns, but then follows you without saying a word. You walk together in silence, enjoying each other’s company. The wind brings with it a sense of peace, and you realize that this is the best Valentine’s Day you could have imagined.

"Thank you for being here," you suddenly say, breaking the silence.

Jun-ho looks at you, surprised for a moment, before his expression softens. "I thank you too, more than you think."

You feel his hand tighten a little more, as if he’s trying to convey everything he can’t say in words. That simple gesture, so small but so meaningful, makes you feel closer to him than ever.

You walk for a while, sharing stories, laughing at the little things you find along the way. Although Valentine’s Day is celebrated in different ways, for you two, it’s just a reminder of how lucky you are to have found each other. The world seems to stop for a moment while you both enjoy this time together.

Finally, after hours of walking, you decide to head back home. When you arrive, Jun-ho stops at the entrance, and for a second, he seems to hesitate.

"Would you like... to have dinner with me tonight?" he asks, almost shyly.

Your heart skips a beat. It’s something so simple, but what you love most about him is his ability to surprise you with such sincere gestures.

"Yes," you answer quickly. "I’d love to."

The night falls and you both prepare for dinner. Jun-ho takes care of the cooking, though you know he’s only doing it to surprise you. You know that, in reality, he doesn’t care much for cooking. But for you, he does it. And that’s what you appreciate most: the effort and love he puts into every little action.

The dinner is peaceful. You talk about your dreams, about what you hope for the future, without hurry or pressure. There’s no need for grand words, just the comfort of being together. From time to time, your gazes meet, and in those little moments, everything you need to say to each other is there, without the need for words.

You finish the night watching a movie, curled up on the couch while the rain softly hits the windows. Everything is perfect, beyond any plan or surprise. It’s just another day with Jun-ho, but for you, that day is everything.

When you finally wake up, he’s already near you, looking at you with a smile. "Happy Valentine’s Day," he whispers.

[metyouinthehallway]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It’s not like you didn’t know Matt would be at your best friends wedding. After all, he was the grooms best friend too. You just… weren’t anticipating him to look so fucking hot in his suit.

During the reception, you tried your best to block out the existence of your ex but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him. Not only did he clean up nice but the dim lighting of the banquet hall accentuated his features, making Matt appear more attractive than ever before. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re at a wedding but, you wanted nothing more than to take him home with you tonight.

Almost as if he could read your mind, Matt strides over to the table you’re sitting at. It’s like he knew you were bored out of your mind. Or maybe he just saw you picking at your food… either way, he takes a seat in the empty chair next to you.

“Hey.” He says, his voice soft at first. You can’t bear to look at him. Especially since this is the first interaction since the two of you broke up? Yeah… not too thrilling.

“Hi, Matt.” You poke at the food on your plate with the fork. You know yourself well enough— if you make eye contact with him, all those feelings will come rushing back.

“Nice wedding, hm?” His poor attempt at small talk makes you want to take the fork and scratch it against the ceramic plate. But you don’t, instead, you nod your head in response.

“Yup.” Trying your hardest to seem unenthused, Matt sees right through your facade, the two of you may have broken up but that doesn’t mean he forgot anything about you or the way you act, for that matter.

“Y/n…” Matt sighs, almost defeated. His left hand fidgets with the rings on his right while he speaks, he’s terrified that maybe you’d brought a date he hasn’t seen yet.

You finally meet Matt’s gaze, those same soft, blue eyes you fell in love with staring right back at you. It seems as though the world around you completely fades away. The music the DJ plays halts, the laughter of wedding guests turns into laughter that you and Matt had once shared. The moody lights of the banquet hall suddenly seem all too exposing and you feel vulnerable, like a deer in headlights.

“Yeah?” You choke out, realizing that your feelings for Matt had never fully extinguished. You flatten the satin fabric of your dress in your lap, trying to ignore the clamminess in your palms.

“Give me something to work with here… I mean more than one worded responses.” His voice is genuine, like he knows exactly how you’re feeling. And he’s right too, he deserves more than lousy responses. It’s not like the two of you broke up on bad terms. It was a completely mutual understanding. The two of you needed to focus on your careers.

Had he been dwelling on the past just as much as you’ve been or are you just delusional? Shit… maybe he misses you just as much as you miss him.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Matthew.” Despite the flutter in your chest, your voice holds no emotion. Truly, you’re at a loss for words. You didn’t think he’d speak to you tonight but here you are.

“Anything, I dunno… I just miss your voice.” And your heart nearly breaks at those words. You missed his voice too, you missed his touch, his smile, his corny ass jokes.

Which is why it didn’t take long for the two of you to ditch the wedding and end up in the backseat of his car.

Matt’s kiss is desperate as he pulls the straps of your dress over your shoulders. Your legs straddle his lap and your fingers are struggling to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Slow down…” he lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling away from you momentarily. His actions contradict his words as his own hands snake behind you to unzip your dress.

“Matt-” you whine, you can feel how hard he is beneath you and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more. He slowly and torturously pulls your dress down, letting it bunch at your waist.

“Missed this.” He mumbles, pressing kisses to your bare chest. Your fingers finally unbutton his shirt and he’s quick to toss it to the side. You’re hips do most of the talking for you, rubbing onto his clothed dick.

Matt lets out a barely audible groan, fingers reaching to unbutton his pants. You lift up, allowing him to shimmy them off along with his briefs. His lips connect with yours again, this time, your fingers thread through his hair. His roam the familiarity of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He reaches the fabric of your dress, completely removing it from your body. His ring clad fingers make their way to your heat.

He looks up at you for approval, when you nod, he rubs his index finger through your slick. Matt’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he feels how wet you are— how much you missed this.

“Shit…” Matt hums, bringing his finger to his mouth, sucking the arousal from it. Impatient, you reach for the base of his cock, positioning yourself on top of him, you lower your body.

Both of you groaning at the long lost feeling. Matt’s hands grip your hips, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he bottoms out. You stay still for a moment, arms draped around his neck. You hold each others gaze for what seems like ages. The parking lot light bleeding into the backseat is the only thing allowing you to see the emotion on Matt’s face. Desperation, longing, love? Maybe all three.

“I missed you baby,” you smile softly at Matt, slowly starting to move on his dick. Matt lets his head fall back, hitting the headrest as he lets out a loud sigh.

His hands still on your hips, helping you to bounce more. You dip your head down, connecting your lips to Matt’s in a heated kiss. It’s nearly all tongue and teeth, neither of you wanting the moment to end too soon.

Matt, who’s clearly not used to you being on top, flips the two of you over. Your back is met with the cold leather of his seats. He strokes himself a few times before pushing into you again, this time there is no holding back. He presses a hand to your lower stomach, thrusting into you at an unchanging pace. Each time, he pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back into you.

“Matt!” You gasp, feeling him hit you deeper than he’d ever been before. Your brows knit and your eyes are clamped shut, surly the car is shaking and anyone walking by could see what the two of you are up to.

Though, your gasp only encourages him. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, holding onto your ankle with one hand while the other comes down to rub circles on your clit.

Your back arches, you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release but Matt shows no signs of slowing anytime soon. His grunts and groans of pleasure are music to your ears while each whine and moan from you is only coaxing him to continue.

“Missed your pretty pussy.” Matt’s looks down, watching his cock disappear into your hole. His breaths are labored, he can’t get enough.

“S-shit…!” You squeal, your jaw hanging open in ecstasy. “Matt... ‘m gonna cum-” He bites on his bottom lip, nearly getting off on the sight of you alone. Your walls clench around his cock, the knot in your stomach coming undone with another thrust from Matt.

“That’s my girl, you got it, baby.” He coos, but his hips don’t stop their movement. He pulls his hand away from your clit, letting you ride out your high. He can feel himself nearing the edge too, Matt’s now free hand wrapping around your neck as he continues his relentless thrusts.

His hair is sticking to hose forehead, the windows are fogged up and you’re a moaning mess beneath him. Matt’s thrusts slowly become less controlled, his breath ghosting over your skin as he tries to hold off.

“Oh fuck- y/n… I’m-” he struggles to form a complete sentence, his cock twitching inside of you. His thrusts turn into rolls of the hips and groans turning into silent whines. Matt collapses on top of you, spilling his seed into your heat.

Your bodies are practically glued together by the sheen of sweat that layers your skin, both of you attempting to catch your breath. You rub comforting patterns on his bare back, his softening cock still inside of you feeling much too familiar.

“Shit, I miss you.” You admit, Matt placing sloppy kisses to your neck. He slowly starts to thrust himself into you again.

“Mhm… I miss you too.” He hums against your neck, tickling your skin. Once the two of you catch your breaths, he sits up, pulling out of you, only to look down at the white that drips out of your hole.

“So pretty,” he smirks above you, placing a kiss to your lips.

“C’mon.” You sigh, you don’t want the intimate moment to end but there’s still a wedding reception going on inside. You reach for your dress, slipping it over your body and attempting to fix your appearance.

“Yeah, you look like you just got fucked.” Matt chuckles, buttoning his white long sleeve.

“Matthew!” You giggle, reaching to comb his hair with your fingers.

“Let’s go pretty, don’t want anyone thinking we disappeared.” He smiles, pressing one last kiss to your lips.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/n: sorry for going mia for a while :( I’ve been sooo busy

[bluepandastarfish]

CaitVi x reader angst 4

ooo maybe some fluff, i mean not really fluff but like- its better the the depression we had before ig

warnings: brothel mention, headstrong caitlyn, depression maybe, spelling mistakes

part 1, part 2, part 3

It was loud outside, louder than the bedroom had been. Caitlyn had brought you to the garden today and, despite your lack of enthusiasm, you didn't protest when she washed and dressed you herself. Maybe it was because you'd never seen caitlyn look after another person in this way, not in all the years you knew her. The only comparable moment would be when she followed jayce like a puppy when you were all younger, doing all the tasks he needed without question in an attempt to get his attention. You’d been jealous then, still were when you thought about it a little too long. 

It had been a lot simpler back then even if Caitlyn never noticed you, you had your group of friends who stood together against the tiny obstacles in your way. And then Jayce and Caitlyn had to stop talking for a while and everything went to shit. You wanted to support Jayce but with Caitlyn trying to get over him she wanted more attention then normal, it was when you crossed the bridge to find some peace that you’d met-

“Vi” Caitlyn paused, sipping from her tea cup and avoiding your gaze in favour of looking at the petals in the wind. “How was she- was she ok?” 

It wasnt that you couldnt find the energy to respond anymore, caitlyn had smashed that barrier somehow with only three words, but the petty part inside you thought she didn't deserve an answer. And of course, she noticed. 

“Ok” she whispered, taking the initiative to divy two teaspoons of sugar into your own tea since you made no effort to move since she had guided you to sit down. “Can I ask about how you met? She mentioned she’d seen you before, in the undercity?” 

Vi had mentioned that, tried to start a conversation between the three of you one evening while Caitlyn was tense with drawing up plans to use the ventilation as a weapon. She hadn’t bothered to engage as she ignored the both of you. 

But instead of giving into your demons again, you told her. 

“I was stupid at the time, running away was stupid” using the word stupid twice to describe your actions made you feel… well, stupid. But at least you were feeling something. “I ran off once I got home from our little tea party when you tried to kiss me.” 

It was a strange story to tell, Caitlyn had only done it because she missed jayce, that's what you firmly believed until years later when she confessed her attraction to you. After you'd come back home the next day neither of you spoke about it again. You didn't look up to see caitlyn reaction to your words, but if you had you've noticed the way she flinched slightly at the memory. 

“I went across the bridge, into the undercity- not that far mind you. But i got scared at some point. Maybe i’d passed a brothel or-or a fight? Fuck i cant remember now.” you blinked sluggishly and looked over to the side, recalling the events in your mind. “Then she was there, and she looked just as freaked out as I was, but I'm pretty sure that's just ‘cuz she didn’t know what to do with me. 

“I was panicking, I couldn't find my way back and all the streets were the same. There was shouting and it was so loud.” without realising it your face became tense, your posture shrinking in on itself. “People were shouting but i didn’t know from where and and i couldn't-” 

You paused, eyes wide and your breathing caught. Caitlyn had reached her hand across the small table and grabbed your hand softly, offering a silent comfort. You took a breath before continuing. 

“She told me her name, said she could tell I was from topside, and asked what I was doing down there. ‘You run away from your palace princess?’” that pulled a smile from you just as  it had then. She walked you back to the bridge, rushing a bit like she had somewhere to be but it didn't make her any less aware of your state. Then when you got to the crossing she asked if you'd be ok and sent you on your way with a flat smile. 

The two of you were silent again now, but it didn't feel horrible or cold or lost silence like before, it was comfortable and safe. With her thumb stroking across your knuckles Caitlyn spoke again. 

“I'm gonna find her, I'm going to bring her back to us. I just need a little time-” she cut herself off when you suddenly made eye contact with her, the first time in nearly a month she’d seen your eyes, and it was harrowing. The way your cheeks had sunken from neglecting yourself and your eyes were plagued by bags that looked like bruising. And somehow the glare on your face was still shining through, something in it reminded her of her mother. Even if it was wrong to admit that the woman she loved reminded her of her mum, she felt tears tease the corners of her eyes when she imagined how her mother would react to the situation she’d created. Glaring harsher than you were, her mouth twitching into a sneer as she reprimanded caitlyn and instruct she solve the mess she’d caused while she was gone. 

But her mother wouldn't come back to do that, she would never glare at her or reprimand her again. So caitlyn couldn't find the ability to regret what she was insinuating when you glared, it was something that needed to be done. “Once I have jinx, once she’s in stillwater and I know she can't hurt anyone else, I'm going to go to Violet and beg for her on my knees.”

She let go of your hand, ignoring the small involuntary noise of protest that left you, and sank into her knees to the left of you. She looked ashamed, she looked helpless, and somehow she looked like a worshiper. She gripped both your hands into your lap and stared up at you with wide eyes and a frown. 

“I'll bring her back here no matter what it takes, and when she is back don't you think she’ll want you to have taken care of yourself?” 

You couldn’t tell if she was being genuine anymore or if this was some kind of manipulation tactic to make you look after yourself, in your mind now it didn’t matter because she is promising to bring your flower home to you. 

But now you left guilt inside instead of rage, because you didn’t have the heart to tell Caitlyn that Vi had screamed that she wanted nothing to do with either of you. But you could let the fantasy play out for the both of you for a while, you had little hope that caitlyn would change eno anyway, long gone was the girl who’d tried to kiss you at her tea party. 

You smiled down at her, not in a way that fixed any of the past weeks, but a promise that you too had hope for the future. 

Your dream tonight would be a tad more believable than the others had been , you thought. 

[green4allseasons]

The lights to the townhome are mostly out… save for the single lamp in the window. And Jason’s heart warms at the shallow glow because that means somehow he’d known that Jason would be returning tonight. 

Somehow he always knows.

Jason walks the motorbike the final block to the house. The thing is loud, which he usually enjoys. But tonight… he doesn’t want to run the risk of waking any sleeping occupants. So instead, he quietly stashes the bike beside the garage and hoofs it to the front door, pulling out a key that had been made specifically for him. 

He loves the way the townhouse welcomes him home. How, although it belongs to someone else on paper, as soon as he steps through the door it greets him as if he's always belonged there too. 

On the crooked end table with a single glowing lamp, there's a stack of books that he recently finished reading from the library, all long overdue. And his jackets... those are all neatly hanging from the coat hanger while another's lay stale and untouched in an ever-growing heap on the floor. 

Even the fridge is marked with his presence, occupied with tupperware full of stir fry. His recipe... though it had been made by someone else in his absence. 

And technically, he could go to his room. Tim had made sure that he knew that it always belonged to him. Even from the very beginning. 

So at first Jason considers it.  The door’s wide open and waiting for him. And it’s what he usually does when he gets into town late; they’re considerate of each other’s sleep schedule like that. 

But... it’s Valentine's Day. Or it was Valentine's Day, he thinks, looking down at his watch and seeing the short hand point at the 2:00. And while Jason’s not a sap for all that capitalist bullshit, he finds himself teetering on his feet in front of his doorway, side-eyeing his bed that looks so cold and lonely in the dark.

“Fuck it,” he decides, turning on his heels and striding into the room across from his. Timmy might get a little pissy about being woken up but he’d just have to live with it for one night. It’s Valentine's Day, or was… and god dammit if Jason isn't feeling a little sentimental. Sue him.

He sounds a lot tougher in his mind, but his actions tell a different story as he slowly nudges the door open, cringing at the resulting creak of old hinges. Had it always been so loud?

Of course, Tim startles, his eyes blearily opening, the pupils constricting at the sudden light. “Jay?” he asks, “Everything okay?”

Jason feels instantly bad. Like he said, they never do this, not unless something’s wrong. So Tim’s instant concern isn’t totally baseless. Usually they give each other a day to adjust to the timezones and whatnot before inexplicably finding themselves in each other’s beds. Intertwined for however long they're both in town… which isn’t as often as either of them would like. 

“Yeah, all good, just…” Jason pauses, a little embarrassed to say the words out loud. He was really counting on Tim being asleep. And goddammit, the little smile that crawls across Tim’s face makes him want to bury his head in a hole. 

“I didn’t take you for a Valentine’s sort of guy,” Tim teases, that little sleepy smirk so fucking annoying. And yet, Jason feels himself unraveling in ways that he can’t put words to.

He swears, “...Just scoot over, will you?”

Tim lets out a small laugh but opens the covers anyway. Jason’d already showered at his new safehouse so he doesn’t feel bad as he crawls into the sheets. But he doesn’t think Tim would mind either way. 

Tim doesn’t turn around, preferring to face Jason as he lays his head back down. They could only manage to fit a twin mattress in the room so it forces them to shift close. Jason sure as hell doesn’t care as their foreheads touch on their shared pillow. 

And god, if Jason doesn’t feel like a man with his whole world in his hands. Tim’s warmth so all encompassing that slowly he feels the tension in his muscles lessen, unwinding with every breath that flutters against his cheek. Tim’s breath is still minty from brushing, giving away that he’d probably stayed up too late… again.

Sighing, Jason settles his hand on Tim’s cheek, adoring the contrasting sensations of the impossibly soft skin under Tim’s eyes and the rough stubble over his jawline. Just another indicator that he’d been working too hard. 

Ah well, it just means that Jason needs to stay longer this time. 

Jason’s fingers rest against Tim’s jawline before he grips gently, using the leverage to press their foreheads together.

“I missed you,” he breathes, holding back so much more that he want’s to say because it’s late, and Tim’s tired, and he doesn’t get enough sleep these days as is. 

And really? All that Jason wants to say has been said before and can be said again once morning comes.

Jason plans to spend his whole life saying it. A whole life proving how it’s true. 

[queervegancryptid]

They want you to lose hope, and that's exactly why you have to find reasons to be hopeful and do your part in creating more reasons.

People defend capitalism by appealing to the idea that human nature is inherently selfish. I think that's a weird perspective. You find out who you are in difficult times. I mean to say, you learn new things about yourself and your abilities and worldview in difficult times. When you're challenged and forced to grow in some way. And I think most people, when times get tough, are more drawn to make things better, not to hoard resources for themselves.

And maybe humans are somewhat selfish by nature, and maybe they aren't, but they also have an enormous capacity for things like mutual aid, especially when things get really bad. I know it's tossed around a lot, but I think about this Fred Rogers quote a lot lately:

"When I was a boy and would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.'"

This is great advice just for keeping morale up, and that's something that's going to become difficult to do and increasingly, incredibly necessary to protect. And one way you can work on that is, when you find the helpers, try to find a way to become a helper yourself. If you make things better for even one person, that's not nothing.

And you never know who your actions might inspire. Because right now, people are looking for the helpers. And maybe they see you helping and decide, hey, I can do something to help, too!

Revolutions don't just happen like in the movies. A lot of what makes a revolution is people, individual people and folks in small groups, doing things that seem small but that coalesce to form a whole bigger than the sum of its parts. You'll begin to feel less helpless if you find a way to help, and whether that's marching or volunteering or hosting a reading group or making art or writing guides for people on various topics or something else entirely, it will help. At the very least, you'll probably build connections with other people, and you and they will feel less alone in all this. And unity is strength.

Remember: they want you to feel powerless, like you have no options. They want to overwhelm you until you just give up hope. That's exactly why you can't let that happen, and why, I would argue, each of us has a moral obligation to find ways to help. Even if it's just checking up on your friends who might be having a hard time with all this, do it! Everyone who's paying attention is feeling so many types of fucked up lately. Just reaching out and checking on a person can make all the difference for them. And that's not nothing.

Do what you can do. Don't let them kill your resolve.

I'm surviving out of spite, myself.

[marvelrivalsimagines]

I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, and a large soda.

Memes aside, could you do 🥰🫀🍒 for Storm, Luna Snow, and Black Widow?

Love your work and Happy Valntines Day!

Thanks for cooking so hard as well!

I feel like a drive through worker taking these orders /j Happy Valentines day to you too, thank you so much for the kind words :) Also this is pretty long so it's going under a read more :3

🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?

When Natasha first realizes she actually has a crush on someone, she’s taken aback by her own emotions for a bit. From her time in the Red Room and even in her current work she’s gotten used to faking emotions and faking love as a means of getting what she needs for the mission. But this is real and rare and honestly a bit intimidating, and that actually manages to throw the capable spy off for a few days. 

Luckily with all of her training Natasha is able to hide her nerves and the fact that she’s now actually a bit flustered around you. Her mind has always been sharp but around you it becomes hard to focus. The normally composed Black Widow takes a few moments to think of her words. Her actions around you seem more stilted as opposed to her usual fast instincts. 

Natasha knows that with her training and skills she could probably seduce just about anyone, but that’s not the real her. It’s just an act to manipulate a target, and you’re not a target, you’re a person she cares deeply about. She wants you to be in love with the real her, not some act she puts on. So, while it’s hard not to turn on the charm around you, Natasha commits herself to pursuing you like a ‘normal’ person would. Or as close to normal as a super spy can get. 

🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted? 

Natasha is extremely good at reading other people, to the point where she might know that you’re upset before you even realize it. Since she’s able to recognize your emotions so quickly, most likely before you want to talk about anything, she’ll start by doing something small for you. For example, she’ll make you your favorite drink and just silently leave it with you so you have some alone time to process your emotions. Once you are ready to talk to her or if you need some physical comfort, Natasha is ready for you with open arms. 

Sometimes Natasha has a rough day when memories of the Red Room resurface. It’s hard for her to push the the memories and thoughts out of her head once they appear, so Natasha really appreciates it when you can help distract her. Her favorite way of being comforted is laying down in your arms as you talk to her about whatever, it could literally just be you rambling about your day. It’s very grounding for her to just lay in your arms and let your warmth and voice drown out the memories. 

🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)

Natasha arguably has the most experience with romantic relationships and intimacy out of all of the rivals cast. In her decades as a super spy she seduced countless people for personal gain, but she has also had genuine flings and relationships with other heroes. Natasha absolutely knows what she’s doing with you, and that confidence is definitely noticeable when you two are together. If you feel intimidated by how much confidence she has, Nathasha is extremely understanding. She’s happy to take it slow with you, or help you gain more confidence together ;)

In terms of any special skills, Natasha has literal training in how to seduce people. End of headcannons, let your imagination carry you-

But seriously, with just a few weeks of dating Natasha is able to become an expert in just how to get you going. She can tell just from your body language where and how you prefer to be kissed, when you want her to be a bit rougher with you, or how to make an excited shiver run up your spine with just one touch. Of course that doesn’t stop her from asking you questions she already knows the answer to just to see you get flustered. And, of course, it’s never a good idea to lie to the super spy. 

🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?

Luna is much more bold when she has a crush. While other people might try to keep their feelings secret and wait to see any signs that you like them back, once Luna knows that she really likes you she is going all in. She’s always followed her heart, and if her heart is telling her that she wants to be with you she’s not going to sit around and wait for something to happen. 

You get so much special treatment from her. You get the best seats to her shows, previews of her upcoming music, and if you're also a hero you get healing as soon as you have the tiniest scratch. 

When Luna has a crush on you you’re on her mind almost 24/7, and she’ll do her best to figure out ways to include you in whatever she’s doing. She has to pick up some groceries, want to get your shopping done together? You weren’t assigned to it but she’d feel so much safer if you join her on her next mission!

It’s probably pretty obvious to everyone around you that she likes you, some people might even assume that you’re both already together. If you’re seemingly oblivious to all of Luna’s flirting she honestly finds it endearing, especially if it’s clear that you like her back. 

🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted? 

When Luna notices you’re upset, her goal is to try and make you smile or laugh. Even if it’s just a small smile, Luna will make a really bad joke to lift your spirits a little and hopefully break up any negative spiral you might be in. Of course if the situation is really serious, Luna can read the room and understand you may need to cry or just experience those negative emotions before you move on. In that case Luna will be there to give you a comforting hug, not wanting you to feel alone while you’re hurting.  

When Luna is upset, her night will instantly improve if you set up a little night in for the both of you. Luna’s most common source of frustration is just how many expectations are placed on her as a pop star and a hero. So to have you take some time to set up something small for her would make Luna feel so appreciated. Just some takeout and a movie together on the couch is all she needs to start to release some of the tension that was building up in her shoulders. Oh and of course some kisses from you are required too. 

🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)

Luna has a lot of admirers as an international pop star, but her main focus has always been on her two careers. That’s not to say that Luna is totally inexperienced, she’s been in a couple relationships before, but she’s probably less experienced than you might think an international pop star would be. But that doesn’t mean that Luna is shy, she’s actually really excited to experience anything that might be new with you. In the beginning of your relationship there’s definitely an intense honeymoon period where Luna just wants to do everything with you. 

With Luna’s ice powers, she’s a bit reckless with where she gives you hickeys. When you’re making out her kisses will trail high up on your neck where no reasonable collar would be able to cover the now brightly colored skin. After you lightly complain that you’re not going to be able to cover up the marks she gave you, she’s able to use her powers to make her hands personal ice packs to help soothe the bruises. It’s the best of both worlds, she gets to give you all the hickies she wants and gets to gently hold you as you cuddle afterwards. 

🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?

Storm is also someone who’s going to pursue you more directly. She knows that time is a precious resource, and she’s never been the kind of person to just sit by. However, Storm also greatly respects your autonomy, she knows it’s not a given that you’ll like her back. So her flirting will be subtle at first as she tries to pick up on any hints that you may like her back. 

Storm likes giving you soft flirtatious touches. She’s a big fan of the classic “Let me fix your hair”, or sitting down very close next to you so you brush up against each other. Her touch is always light and gentle just in case it’s not wanted, but she has a warm smile on her face as she notices you subconsciously lean into her. 

If you’re a fellow hero Storm would love to train or exercise with you. She appreciates any one on one time she gets with you, but there’s just so much opportunity to flirtatiously tease you when you’re both working out together. Plus, Storm can’t help but show off her strength a bit in hopes of impressing you. While she does offer you practical advice, there are a lot of double entendres and charged touches. 

🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted? 

Storm is a great listener and with her own variety of life experiences she gives really great advice if you’d like some. Storm's presence never feels judgemental, no matter what state you’re in or what you’re upset about. But Storm has a hard time sitting still when someone she cares about has a problem. She’ll always ask if there’s anything she can do for you after you’re done speaking. Even if you say no she’ll still try and do something small whether that's getting you a snack or cleaning your living space a bit; just anything she thinks will help alleviate any of your stress. 

Storm enjoys having a bit of space at first when she’s upset, she just needs some time to calm herself down alone because she can be easily irritated when she’s upset. Once she isn’t afraid of accidentally being snappy with you, she enjoys talking to you about whatever her problem is. Even if you don’t have any advice, Storm finds it useful to say her thoughts out loud because it helps her think of what she should do next. Storm also really appreciates it if you cuddle her while she talks/rants at you lol. 

🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)

Storm also has a good amount of experience with relationships and being intimate with people. While she’s confident in her skills, she doesn’t outwardly display that, and she especially never acts cocky about it. While she’s been with other people in the past, every intimate act the two of you do is new in Storm’s eyes as you’re a unique person. Storm is great at uplifting you if you ever feel nervous or insecure. Despite Storm being the Goddess, she frequently makes you feel like you’re being worshiped. 

If you’re into strong, dominant women (which lets be real if you’re dating Storm you are) Storm has plenty of experience with being in charge. She’s strong and gentle, never demeaning or rude, but a firm hand that guides you in all the right directions. Even when she’s being dominant and maybe a bit rough, Storm just has this presence that you can’t help but trust completely. You might get a little zap if you’re being a tease though. 

[suiana]

Why are you posting so much about Palestine today 😭🙏

It's good&I reblogged but it's a bit out of nowhere especially from your last post about the kpop idol thing /gen

some days i get especially frustrated when i see people ignore the genocide and are completely ignorant about it

especially when it's my mutuals who i KNOW can see these posts and are ACTIVE

i can't force them to do anything but i can control what I can do, that's why some days i reblog more posts about Palestine than usual

[jellybeanium124]

thinking about ed and stede acquiring fancy soft clothing again and ed wearing it and skutchying around just to feel the fabric on his skin.

[proximacentaurib]

I’ve noticed that people are very bad at seeing gray. Very, very bad. They’ll see gray and they’ll call it something else, anything but what it is

[maskedbyghost]

arranged marriage with simon. yes i am talking about this again.

simon doesn’t talk much about the marriage at first, but his actions say it all. he insists on carrying your bags, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, and making sure you eat enough during missions. you don't ask him why, but it's clear he's claiming the role of protector, even if this was supposed to be temporary.

he won’t admit it, but simon begins to get used to the little domestic routines. you cooking dinner, him taking care of repairs around the house. it feels too natural, and although he never says anything, he’s already mentally putting the two of you into that “forever” category.

the first time you mention needing space or wanting to stay in a separate room, simon just gives you a look. "what do you mean, separate? we’re married." he’s not joking either. to him, this isn’t a temporary arrangement anymore. if you try to argue, he’ll just pull you close and mutter in your ear, "ring’s on your finger. means you’re mine." and that’s the end of the conversation.

he starts doing small things for you that a husband would—restocking your favorite snacks, making sure your gun is cleaned before missions, and slipping extra blankets on your side of the bed when it’s cold.

after some time, he’s not shy about touching you anymore—brushing a hand against your arm, holding you a little too close when you’re out in public. the more time passes, the more his touches become possessive, like he’s reminding you who you belong to now.

simon is up early, always. you’ll wake up to the smell of coffee, and he’ll have a cup ready for you without asking. if you take your time getting out of bed, he’ll mutter, "c’mon, mrs. riley. don’t make me drag you out." but there’s always a smile on his face.

when you share a bed, simon always pulls you into him at night. no matter how much space you take up at first, by morning, you’re wrapped up in his arms. if you stir in your sleep or seem restless, he’ll murmur, "got you, lovie," without fully waking up, his grip tightening as if to remind you he’s there, keeping you safe.

simon doesn’t open up easily, but after a particularly intense moment, he’ll lean in close, his forehead resting against yours, and he’ll whisper, "don’t care if it was for a mission or not. you’re the only one for me now." it’s not a grand declaration, but the sincerity in his voice makes your heart race.

simon will leave subtle marks of possession on you—his dog tags hanging around your neck, his scent clinging to your clothes, and his bite marks on your skin after an especially heated night. "need everyone to know who you belong to," he’ll growl against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck.

he also has an odd obsession with your wedding ring. he’ll turn it on your finger, kissing it softly whenever you’re close. if you ever take it off for some reason, his brow furrows, and he’ll slip it back on. "keep it on, yeah?" his voice is low, almost pleading. "means something to me."

after a particularly dangerous mission where you were almost hurt, simon corners you in the hallway, eyes filled with emotion. "you’re not leaving me," he growls, pinning you against the wall. "ever. understand?" it’s a statement, a vow, and in that moment, you know you’re his forever, and he’s yours.

when you’re lying in bed together, his arms wrapped around you, simon will sometimes whisper, "mine," into your hair. it’s soft, almost inaudible, but you feel it in your bones. he needs the reminder just as much as you do—that you’re his, and he’s never letting you go.

[ketchuppee]

During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

[medicinemane]

You know, capitalism is another one of those words that sadly is like problematic in that it's functionally useless because people just toss it out and then everyone gets so hung up debating the meaning of the word capitalism that the whole point is lost

That's why I don't ever really use it. It doesn't really matter if it's capitalism or if it's cronyism or... whatever, I think it's bad when companies make record profits while prices go up up up

I think there's probably an issue and it probably needs to be solved (and I'm afraid you can't convince me less regulation is a magic bullet)

I like currency and exchanging currency because it seems like a good way of moving goods and labor around, but I also strongly support welfare and think that any group of more than 50 people is probably starting to get corrupt

Don't trust the government, but sure as hell don't trust corps...

I don't know, my original point is that sadly capitalism gets tossed around too much to mean anything anymore... but I just see too many argumentative people online so I'm tossing out my stances to avoid getting side tracked debating what I mean

What I really really mean is just fucking say what you're saying and don't bother saying capitalism cause you'll just make people argue and miss your point