#storytime with rae

[chaneajoyyy]

Just watched top gun maverick…… and whooo Chile. Any fics for any of them and a poc or black reader?

You know it! @leahnicole1219

TOP GUN FANFICITON (!black reader or !poc reader)

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

"you know what i need in my life is to run and jump iinto bradley bradshaws arms to kiss him like he's gets back imma sprint"- @inkdrinkerworld

"he met me in my im going to stay single phase & now i'm obsessed with him (!au)- @deanscroissant

hit the hard deck series- @purplelily247

crush (bradley x black!oc), good wife (x!blackoc)- @dulcewrites/@dulcelibra

"he puts on such a hard front but he's a total pleaser in the bedroom. he'll go all out if you're having a hard day and not ask for anything in return, no matter how much you insist it'll make you feel even better, the rooster and i series- @princessphilly

LT JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

call me jake series, watermelon sugar, hangman is secretly possessive and loves leaving marks everywhere he can especially if he sees someone else flirting with his girl, Can I request a soft moment between Hangman and the girl he is seeing?, thinking about calling him daddy for the first time. Like, it just slips when you’re begging him to touch or fuck you and the man goes feral., ohhhhh Hangman finally getting with the girl of his dreams but she’s not convinced he actually likes her because she’s heavier and he’s carved like a greek statue, so he spends the night proving to her just how much he’s attracted to her, i know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him, going off the thought that Hangman has a classic sailor pinup on his thigh... Could we please have some Hangman tattoo worship please?- @princessphilly

mrs. seresin- @afictionalwhor3

jake's love language, cowboy's date with a georgian (xblack!oc), wet dreams, texas roadhouse, jade, alien storytime (another world series) - @entertainmentgirl80

"hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3- @inkdrinkerworld

you're pretty, so happening, you're alive, trip to the bahamas no fuck that series- @itsthestutterforme

LT RUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH

"we neverrrr talk about Payback. Tell me about what happens when Reuben takes a girl out on their first date. Since I'm feeling all mushy."- @princessphilly

LT JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO

"just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴", "thots on Coyote and pussy worship?"- @princessphilly

daylight, pie, cancelled flights and beignets- @siempre-bucky

if it's worth your time series, promise this ain't a test, i did what i had to do, for better days, how sweet it is...- @coyotesamachado

flight scare- @words-4u

pie- @siempre-bucky

LT BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE

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LT MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA

what happens when mickey grows his hair out... - @siempre-bucky

take me by the heart, take me by the hand- @rae-gar-targaryen

warped series (with jake seresin)- @anjaelle

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

sundress season, bob is a freak in the bedroom, good girls do, bob and his good girl's wedding night, "anything you got for rooster i'll take it...literally anything but like him on the beach playing touch football" - @princessphilly

white christmas (spy/the americans au)- @dulcewrites

morning showers, koko's and bobby's sexy time, koko's insecurities, expecting again koko's & bobby's special day, koko's special valentine's, - @entertainmentgirl80

the new girl, i think you're cute- @ladyelissarose

might be an understatement- @friendlyneighborhoodchaosdemon

***LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY !BLACK READER OR !POC READER FIC WITH THESE CHARACTERS HIT MY LINE!!!***

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(Transcription under cut)

[ I met Hilary at a kink class. I don't even remember what the topic was; it never seemed to matter. The takeaway from a class on flogging, play piercing, caning, whatever, was if you were a top, you should go home and practice whatever you learned. But I didn't have anyone to practice with, and I was way too broke to shell out eighty bucks for kink equipment I didn't even know if I wanted and didn't have anyone to use on anyway.

I noticed her because of the patches on the back of her denim vest: a rainbow-colored cat rubbing lovingly against an ankle, a hand-lettered ACAB, and an ace flag, purple, white, black, and gray. I wanted to talk to her as soon as I saw the flag; I'd come out as ace a few months earlier, but when I mentioned it to an older dyke at a play party, she'd laughed in my face. You know this is a kink party, right? When I replayed the conversation in my head, I gave all kinds of clever replies, but in the moment I'd just shrunk into my chair. I wondered if I was wrong to think I could be kinky and ace at the same time.

My friend Charlie, who'd stopped going to kink stuff, thought maybe the older dyke had assumed I was a bottom and wanted to give me a hard time as a way of flirting. I said disparaging someone's identity was a shitty way of flirting, and Charlie said yeah, that was why they didn't go to kink stuff anymore. I kept going back though. It was the only way I could think of to meet people who might, against all odds, want to do kinky things with me.

The group who ran the classes always gathered people afterwards at the Skylite Diner down the street. As I moved with the loose crowd of queer kinksters headed toward the diner, a voice behind me said, "I like your boots."

I looked down. The boots were calf-high lace-ups, vinyl and shimmery. I'd bought them over a year ago, but this was only the third time I'd worn them. They seemed like something the person I wanted to be would wear, but I wasn't sure the person I was could pull them off. A couple weeks earlier, I'd let Charlie chop off most of my hair and dye the remainder purple, and I felt the same way looking in the mirror that I did looking down now, as if I was wearing a costume that everyone could see didn't fit.

"Thanks," I said anyway, and turned around to see Hilary. She was a head taller than me, with broad shoulders and a curvy waist, wearing lipstick in a bright glittery violet that made me smile. Her skin was pale and dotted with freckles, and her honey-brown hair hung over her neck and shoulders in delicate wisps. "I like your vest."

"I'm Hilary, by the way," she said, though I'd heard her introduce herself in class. "She/her."

"Rae. She/her too."

We sat together at the diner. I usually didn't know what to talk about on diner trips. People sometimes asked what you did for work, and I didn't like to say. I was a library assistant in a children's department, and I was scared of it getting back to parents that Rae who sometimes did storytimes for kids also liked to hurt people for fun. When I did tell people about my job, someone inevitably said something about sexy librarians, and I'd only recently found the words for how alien the idea of being sexy felt to me.

Hilary and I talked about webcomics, and her cat, who could open cabinet doors, and I asked if she wanted to split a basket of curly fries, which she did. It wasn't until our orders came that I got up the nerve to ask about her flag patch. I told her about the woman who'd laughed at me when I said I was ace. Hilary took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the table, her fingers curling like claws. "That's some bullshit," she said, loud enough that a few people across the table turned their heads.

I laughed. "I thought so too, but then I thought maybe there was a reason I hadn't met other ace people here."

"Well, it's not because we don't exist." Hilary picked up a curly fry and blew on it; I didn't dare touch them yet. "The scene's got some warped priorities sometimes."

Hilary had been away from the scene for a few years. She'd been in a relationship with someone who didn't like public parties, then she'd been depressed after a breakup, and now she figured it was worth dipping a toe back in. I told her how I'd been coming to scene stuff for a couple years, how I wanted to top, but how people looked at a small, awkward femme-ish newcomer and thought bottom. How you weren't supposed to top if you weren't experienced, but how you needed experience to get experience, like the old entry-level job problem. How I'd ended up making out with people at parties even though I didn't give a shit about making out, because sexual stuff felt like the only thing I was allowed to do without practice.

"There's a lot you can do without practice," Hilary said.

"Like what?"

"Rough body stuff. Hitting, pinching, scratching, hair-pulling."

"I guess." I'd done a spanking scene with someone at a party once. "Don't people think that stuff's boring though?"

Hilary frowned "Do you think it's boring?"

I thought about the person I'd spanked, how their voice had broken with each hit. How I'd stroked their back the whole time and felt warm and connected, how the few times I'd dared hit harder, their body had seemed to crumple, thrillingly, onto our padded bench. I'd played the scene back to myself for days afterwards. "No," I said, feeling faintly shy. "I don't."

"I'm a masochist," Hilary said, biting slightly at her glittery lower lip. "And a service sub. I like pain, and I like doing things for tops."

I had to stop my head from tilting quizzically. I knew Hilary was kinky, or else why would she be here, but somehow some part of me still thought she couldn't be, let alone have desires that matched mine. Maybe it was an ace thing, but until I saw it, I found it hard to imagine people as erotic actors of any kind.

"I don't know if you're looking to play tonight," she continued. "But if you are, and you're looking to try some hitting or pinching or something..." She trailed off. My heart was racing.

"Yeah," I said. "That sounds really nice."

The playspace was a large, black-walled room in the basement of a theater. Hilary and I sat on a bench by the entrance, and I looked around at the now-familiar sights: a padded cross, a clean-up station, a bench with stirrups. A pair of regulars strolled by, the domme in leather pants, the sub wheeling their toy collection in a suitcase. Someone out of sight shrieked; somewhere closer came the metallic clink of restraints being fastened. Across the room, I spotted the dyke who'd laughed at my aceness caning a bottom who wore a tutu, and I wondered what she'd think if she saw me topping too. Maybe it didn't matter.

We talked more about our scene. Hilary said she liked boots, and being lower to the ground than her partner, and having her hair pulled. I said I liked touch, like how I'd rubbed my partner's back in that spanking scene, that I'd never hit anyone's upper body or pinched anyone, but that I'd like to try. We had all the conversations I knew from classes you were supposed to: safewords, limits, how she did and didn't want to be touched, how she usually felt glowy after a scene and wanted to cuddle, how the few times I'd played, I'd wanted that too. It still felt surreal, like I was playing a part that wasn't written for me, but at least I knew my lines.

And then Hilary pointed to a spot in the back corner of the playspace where it looked like there was room for the two of us and asked if I wanted to go there. I nodded and rose from the bench, and she followed.

There was no equipment in the spot we'd chosen, just a bit of bare wall and a stretch of floor. Hillary sat on the floor and looked up at me, her eyes darting shyly away when I looked back. I felt a little power flow from her and into me, like we were sharing a secret. She unbuttoned her vest and lifted her T-shirt, and I watched her bra appear underneath, gray cotton, sporty and cute. It felt good to look at another ace person undressing and not feel that pressure to feel...something. Her boobs were a nice shape but knowing I wasn't supposed to want to touch them, wasn't failing by eyeing instead her exposed skin and downcast gaze, made something in my chest untighten.

She folded her vest and shirt crisply and carefully, then turned around on her knees to lay them by the wall. When she turned back toward me, she looked up again and placed her arms behind her back, presenting herself to me. That gaze up again, that smile, and I felt the space between us start to close. I ran my tongue over my canine teeth. A new friend was offering herself to me and I was accepting and something in my consciousness was shifting, righting itself.

"Are you ready?" I heard myself ask. I stopped briefly to wonder if I was ready, but I didn't have to look far within myself to feel, incredibly, that I was. Hilary lifted her chin and nodded up to me. Her arms were still behind her and I wanted to move closer, was moving in closer, stepped in close enough that the toe of my boot pressed against the knee of her jeans. I reached for the nape of her neck and dug my fingers into her hair.

Hilary's hair was soft and fine and delicate. I took the wisps between my fingers, holding tightly enough to control her movements but not hard enough, yet, to hurt. I pulled her in against the front of my leg, gazing down as she gazed up. She was taller than me, but not here, not on her knees, not looking up with wide eyes. The room shimmered like a camera coming into focus. We were doing this. I was doing this.

Around us, other partygoers walked by, a few pausing to glance at our scene. I froze for a moment, imagining myself through outside eyes, but when I looked back down at Hilary on her knees, her face pressed against me, my insecurity receded. I kept my left hand in her hair and ran the other down her cheek, over her bare shoulders, smooth, warm skin that was suddenly, improbably, mine to touch, and breathed with her there until my chest swelled again with the steely certainty of my own power.

I wanted to hurt her. Wanted to know how her body looked taking pain, what sounds she'd make, how deep under her skin I could get. I reached for her face again, took her chin in my hand. It felt like taking a liberty, intimate and condescending. "Stand up," I said, and her breath caught when I tugged at her soft hair. "I'm going to hit you now."

I moved her toward the wall. Lifted her by her hair and she stumbled upwards, guided her face-forward, stopping her with a hand on her collarbone. She made a little sigh as as she jolted toward the wall, pleased and vulnerable, and I wanted to hear more. The nape of her neck was warm under my hand and I tugged at the hair in my fingers to hear her voice catch.

Kink was a miracle. Stepping into the space of someone who wanted you there, hurting someone who wanted you to hurt them, breathing together in the delicious haze of intimacy and intensity. This was why I kept coming to these parties: the outside chance of feeling exactly as sharp and joyful and hungry and right as I felt right now.

Was Hilary feeling it too? I turned her head to the side to see her face. "How are you doing?," I asked, and her voice was breathy in answer.

"Good. You're good at this."

Was I good at this? Wasn't I too new, too ace, too hesitant, too inexperienced? But the soaring feeling in my chest told me everything I needed to know. I breathed in, pulled harder at Hilary's hair, and sighed at the sound of her gasp, and the worry was gone. I was going to hit her. I loosed my grip on her hair and readied myself, my hands palm-open against the broad flats of her shoulders. Then I stepped back and pushed forward, a gentle slap to start. Hilary made a small sigh and stumbled forward against the wall. My palms tingled with the impact. I felt myself grin.

I hit her again, and again, letting more of my weight fall each time into her bare, available skin. Her sighs became grunts; her expression, when I leaned in close enough for eye contact, was dreamy and vague. I wanted to be closer in, more in her space, more under her skin. There were red marks on her shoulders. The right one looked like an imprint of my hand, fingers outlined in flushed skin. Her body, marked up with mine. I hit her again, harder. Her body sagged against the wall and I drank her unsteadiness in.

I was aware of my own body but focused on hers, the hug of the boot shafts on my calves, shoulders loose and back and relaxed, each hit fluid if not graceful. Something that felt like joy in my throat, cheeks alive with grinning. I wanted—I think we both wanted—our scene to last forever.

After more hits, Hilary murmured something, and I paused and leaned in. "Do you want to try pinching me?" she said, when I asked her to repeat herself.

I had almost forgotten we'd meant for me to pinch her too, and I felt a welling of gratitude to Hilary for reminding me, for wanting this, for wanting me. "Yes," I said. "Do you?" She nodded so vigorously I could feel the strands of hair in my hand tighten and go slack.

Nobody taught pinching in kink classes. It was too straightforward, too low-risk, too unskilled. If all you had to do to top was press a fold of skin between your fingers, then anyone could top. I could top. I tugged at Hilary's hair, gently this time, and told her to turn and face me. She followed my lead.

I ran my hand along her biceps, fleshy and warm and mine to touch. I gathered skin between my thumb and index finger, closed my fingers together until I felt resistance, until Hilary breathed in sharp through her nose, her jaw set, eyes wide and locked softly on mine. She whimpered a little and I let go, rubbing the spot I'd been holding. "You okay?" It was still hard to remember that she had chosen this, that she really did like pain, that some people loved to bottom, that the things I wanted to do were things a lot of people wanted done.

Hilary's face was flushed, her voice quiet and breathy. "I'm good. I like this a lot."

That feeling of gratitude welled in my chest again. "Me too."

I liked the intimacy of it. I liked controlling the intensity, moment to moment. I liked our eye contact, the way I could watch her watching me hurt her, a dizzying feedback loop. I pulled out another fold on her biceps and pinched again, longer this time, watching her fight the sensation and then surrender. I held her there, letting her gasp and whimper, feeling myself grow bigger and more alive. I let go and tried the other arm. Hilary swayed against the wall and I held out my free hand to steady her. I let go and pinched again. And again. Eyes and whimpers and breath and my cheeks split open grinning. My thumb was tired. I didn't care.

Eventually, Hilary reached her free arm back and tapped my hip. "I don't think I can stand up anymore."

I thought about having her kneel. About making her put her arms behind her back and pinching her again while she gazed up at me, while I held her body close. But the pause made me more aware of the ache in my fingers and a dryness in my throat. As much as I wanted to keep going, maybe it was time.

"Do you want to wrap up?"

Hilary nodded, tugging gently at the hair in my hand. "I don't want to," she whispered, "But yeah."

I helped her to the floor. She draped herself over my boots and wrapped her arms against me. My heart filled up, and my face hurt from grinning. Hilary smiled too, her body slumping against mine. After a while, I sat down next to her, and we held each other there for a still, seemingly infinite moment.

Hilary spoke first. "Definitely not boring," she murmured into my shoulder.

"What?" I said, then laughed. I'd forgotten I'd even worried about topping with my bare hands not being enough. "Oh. No, not boring at all."

"You made this face when you were hurting me," she said, and I tried to brace myself to be embarrassed but found I could only muster calm curiosity. "Like you were, I don't know, an orchestra conductor."

I gave a small laugh. "Yeah?"

"Like you were in the center of the stage, and you ran the show, and you were channeling all your passion and focus and art into...I don't know. Into something that felt really good."

I tried to imagine what she'd seen, me with my purple hair and my shimmery boots, holding myself like some kind of kink maestro. I couldn't picture it, but somehow, I believed her.

We returned to our bench and chatted a while longer. When scenes started wrapping up around us, and Hilary gave a yawn and I yawned too, I said I thought it was time to go.

"There's another party next month," Hilary said, as we took the rickety elevator back to street level. "I was thinking you could come with me, if you want."

I thought about walking into another party with a friend and play partner. A friend who wore an ace flag with pride, a friend who saw me in my newness and believed I was enough. I thought about Hilary at my feet again, the heady feeling of power flowing between us. It wouldn't matter what anyone else thought; I'd know I belonged there. We both belonged there.

"I'd love that," I said, as the elevator doors creaked open. We walked through them together, both still glowing. ]

megan stories, conducter, from best lesbian erotica of the year vol. 6

[thesinglesjukebox]

VICTORIA MONÉT - "ON MY MAMA"

Your Fun Pop Factoid Of The Day: the uncredited vocals on will.i.am's "I Got It From My Mama" are by Kat Graham.

[7.65]

Nortey Dowuona: I TOUCHED A JAGUAR'S SWAG AND NOW I HAVE A TAIL: STORYTIME [9]

Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: The backstory for Victoria Monét's "On My Mama" may overpower the song one day: sat in the studio during COVID, battling postpartum depression, singing affirmations that she didn't yet believe. It's powerful, and now that it's a hit, it's the type of tale that pastors will add extra sizzle to, knowing it'll ring the congregation's bells. And yet, the song is slinkier and more pared-down than the built-in uplift would have you believe. Cheekier, too, zapped with tossed-off gags that are Monét's secret weapon: I always giggle at "[I] might be too fine to hit it from behi-yi-yi-yind". Ribald and heartwarming -- quite a combination. [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: The bassline's two-note filigrees are self-assured in their minimalist swerve -- effortless cool without lifting much more than a finger. "On My Mama" operates in this reserved mode for its entire runtime, capturing the righteous act of feeling yourself via Chalie Boy's "I Look Good." Ironically, the hook sounds constrained in this new context, trapped inside the hallowed gloss of triumphant brass. It's less thrilling when the instrumentation telegraphs that -- why let anything else explain that you're good enough? Still, this sleeked out take on Southern-rap braggadocio does find a moment of comparable excellence when Monét utters "sex game go stuUUupid." It isn't playful or horny, just domineering and cocksure; she doesn't sing that line for anyone but herself. [6]

Ian Mathers: Monét weaves so effortlessly and precisely among all the little bass pushes and gently peaking horns that it'd be easy to overlook how crucial her performance is here. But it is, and she nails the hell out of it. She rightfully mentions being deep in her bag, but this whole thing is also almost impossibly in several different kinds of pocket at once. [9]

Oliver Maier: Professional, fairly tedious, sounding so built for Tiny Desk that I'm shocked it hasn't happened yet. This would really benefit from some oomph, or at least some hi-hats. [4]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: The bass doesn't slap quite as hard as I want it to. But really, that's the only note I have here -- Ms. Monét is so self-assured here on this slab of funk, stringing together one-liners that lesser artists would be lucky to get one of like she's got an infinite supply. I always want extended versions of pop songs, but I especially want one here. [8]

Alfred Soto: Like a suite in a four-star hotel, everything's where it's supposed to be: the horn section, the bass line, and Victoria Monét's polished vocal. From Jamila Woods recording her own Avalon and Corinne Bailey Rae her own Sign 'o the Times on one disc to K Michelle reveling in tradition, 2023 was a wonderful year for female R&B artists: they sing their bodies eclectic. "I think we deserve it, right?" Monét asks rhetorically. [8]

Leah Isobel: "I just wanna live in a fantasy," Monét sings, her voice burnished gold. "I think we deserve it, right?" This song -- by design -- makes me remember 2000s R&B and pop, the era of Ciara and "Do It To It" and Usher's imperial phase, when the whole industry's center of gravity briefly shifted to Atlanta. The welding of hip-hop's stance and production with pop's melody created what felt, at the time, like the most impossibly cool music I had ever heard, both celebratory and strong. That trend passed, as all pop music trends do; as I left childhood, pop music became more nihilistically post-human. I like that stuff, too. But "On My Mama" triggers a specific memory button in which I remember a version of the world in which it seemed like people could keep pace, if you were tough enough. Monét brings a soft allure to that fantasy: it could be good. It could still be good. [8]

David Moore: There's been a scourge of millennial hip-hop worship that somehow takes some of the most joyous music ever produced and reduces it to the great gray blob of content, just execrable nostalgia-mining of the lowest order for almost every major rap and R&B hit between c. 2002 and 2007, so how refreshing is it to hear a pitch-perfect post-Aaliyah minimal R&B performance with the period-appropriate accoutrement to match: is that a real horn section? Chopped and screwed ad-libs? Oh my god, are those punchlines?? "I'm so deep in my bag like a grandma with a peppermint / they say ooh she smell good, that's because I'm heaven scent." Perfect. [9]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: "On My Mama" is sexy, swaggering, and most importantly, fun. Victoria Monét's glow-up from Ariana Grande sidekick to Grammy Award nominee is the exact type of thing everyone should have predicted on their 2023 bingo card. Extra point for making me smile with "I'm so deep in my bag/Like a grandma with a peppermint." [8]

Kayla Beardslee: "I'm so deep in my bag, like a grandma with a peppermint / They say, 'Oh she smell good,' that's just 'cause I'm heaven-scent" isn't actually the lyric of the year... or is it?? [9]

Katherine St Asaph: Cocaine-decor sumptuous to an almost surreal extent. Wish Monét hadn't crammed all her good lines into the second verse, though. [7]

Brad Shoup: Starts off luxe and slinky, a getting-ready ode that annexes the club before she walks through the door, similar to Kelly Rowland's "Like This". After the first chorus, she's thoroughly feeling herself, and the jokes and vocal elasticism put her in Post Malone territory. Not a bad thing! Peak Posty would've avoided the triumphant "SpottieOttieDopaliscious" horns (his loss), but probably wouldn't have bothered sampling Chalie Boy after a perfectly fine interpolation. Feels like padding. [7]

Alex Ostroff: Any song with even a passing resemblance to "SpottieOttieDopaliscious" is always going to hit almost every pleasure centre in my brain. [8]

Michelle Myers: Jaguar II is a phenomenal album, but I'm hard-pressed to pick a single track that demonstrates how sophisticated and immersive this record is when experienced in full. It's definitely not "On My Mama." [6]

Rachel Saywitz: "On My Mama" isn't Victoria Monét's best single, but it's unsurprising that it's the one that's garnered the most critical and commercial acclaim. There's a homely essence to its meandering horn lines and grounding low rumbles, like the human-shaped indent on your grandparents' old leather couch that looks like it's been there forever. Here, Monét eschews her honeyed voice to command in a deeper, wiser tone, as if relaying knowledge from her elders onto a new generation, and I'd absolutely love it if I didn't already know that Monét is capable of more wondrous and sexy R&B. And yet, listening to "On My Mama" still sounds like a bit of a triumph. The song, along with its success, seems like a testament to all the work Monét has put in to get to this moment: you can hear, for example, the trademarks of her writing that are more widely known in the voices of others, such in the Ariana-like playful tilt of its second verse. For those fans who've been with her for years, it's hard not to think of "On My Mama" as anything other than a long-anticipated greeting -- a toasty home on a chilly day, a sweet smile and open arms, the words, "welcome home." [7]

Aaron Bergstrom: Man, to tell the truuuuth, my opinion is irrelevant. [9]

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[rae-arts777]

Flashbacks to when toddler Rae was impatience and yeeted herself down a snow hill with no sled and my mother watched in horror screaming

And when I got to the bottom I just stayed there laying in the snow, basically buried in it and just waited until my mother and my Tio found me X)

And of course my mother was just beside herself cause her tiny child jumped off a hill and disappeared into the snow.

Idk it was pretty funny to me X)

(Mum right now is very annoyed remembering the story while I’m currently laughing and wheezing )

[inevera]

Comfortember Day 2: First Day

Decided to write some stuff for Comfortober this month for the Angmor universe. Most of it will be based of the ongoing RP between me and my partner Leo, but I figured it's great practice to get back into the swing of things.

Anyways, if you have any questions about the setting feel free to ask and I'll gladly tell you more. Most of it is shameless self indulgence.

CW: implied partial paralization, injuries but not graphically described. [if I missed anything please let me know so I can add it]

For just a moment Yael was convinced everything had just been a vivid nightmare when he opened his eyes. Sunlight was filtering through a crack of the curtains, dust particles lazily drifting around a spacious, unfamiliar bedroom. He tried to push himself off the mattress, briefly wondering why he was laying on his stomach. And then the pain kicked back in with an intensity that had his vision black out again for several seconds and gasp for air. His nerves felt like they were on fire, each heartbeat sending throbbing, sharp sensations down his spine.

"Don't move, don't move", a voice shushed him, Yael registering it's owner as Bask. He could only wince like a kicked dog in response. "I know, I was hoping you'd be asleep for longer. Breathe dove, it'll soothe in a moment." Yael let his eyes shut again, hissing through his breaths. Bask gently touched his arm before taking one of his hands between his own to hold it tightly. Yael let him.

It felt like an eternity until the searing pain ebbed off into a dull, uncomfortable sting. Bask remained at his side until Yael's eyes fluttered open again. Bask's eyes were full of concern and tears. Yael's throat refused to form words yet, so he slowly reached out to wipe them away, pulling his hands closer to kiss his knuckles. "You're still alive. You're still alive, I-" Basks voice broke off into a sob and Yael felt something inside him crack.

By the time Yael found enough strength to slowly sit up the sun was already starting to set again. Bask never left his bedside for long, carefully changing the covering and putting more ointment on his back every hour. It felt cold, but it did a good job at numbing the pain. He was grateful that his companion didn't push him to talk about it yet. It pained him to see Bask's features so heavy with worry and concern, instead of the radiant smile it usually held. 

"How did you find me?" Yael's voice was hoarse and raw, his throat still sore from the agonized screaming forced out of it the day before. "I think she was a Banshee. A woman grabbed my shoulders and told me I need to get into the forest immediately. So I got there as fast as I possibly could, and… well, there you were." Bask sat next to him after placing another sheet of thin fabric on his back to cover the deep gashes. 

Yael gave a low "mmhh" in return, but his gaze was spacing out as if he was staring right through the mirror on the door of the closet. There was Bask, with all the golden comforting light his aura radiated, the delicate iridescent wings and fluffy moth antennas on his head only he was able to still see. And then there was himself, and there was nothing.

No more light, no more wings, no more halo.

"I don't know how you survived… whatever happened exactly, but I'm beyond grateful you did. I don't think I could have beared losing you." Bask spoke quietly, pulling Yael back out of his thoughts for a moment. 

"I don't think I was supposed to survive either." Yael rubbed his face, questioning if that would have been the better outcome. He was useless without his powers. Normally even injuries this grave healed within days, a couple weeks at most. This would take him several months, or even years now, of painful waiting until his body recovered from the shock of the impact. He didn't let Bask in on the suspicion that something was wrong with his spine by how much he already struggled to feel something in or move his legs. Yael couldn't fight like this, and it was all he was good for. 

"Lay back down and get some more rest, I'll go make us something to eat. I'm sure you'll be back on your feet in no time. You always took great care of me, so now I'm gonna take great care of you." Bask got off the bed as he spoke, and flashed him a warm smile before turning around to leave the room. Yael pressed his lips together tightly and swore Bask would never find out he'd been the cause for his fall in the first place.

If he had just followed his protocol and stayed clear of him on the first day he'd probably still have his wings. Bask would be blissfully unaware of the empire looming over Yaels back, continuing his life as cheerful and fulfilled as always. And Yael wouldn't get distracted by his disarming kindness and simply follow his orders instead. 

He always thought everything that happened was out of good will. That yes, the methods sometimes were questionable, but it was for the greater good. The Kangjeon family took him off the streets and gave him the opportunity for a good life in exchange for loyalty. As it turned out one act of defiance was worth more than all the years he spent devoted to them. Suddenly it didn't matter anymore that Yael was one of their best assets and willing to get his hands dirty. He would've killed anyone to prove his loyalty.

Anyone but Bask.

They sat next to each other in silence and ate. Yael still felt nauseous, but knew it would get worse with an empty stomach. Bask was gently leaning against him, a quiet gesture of comfort. He was alive, and so was Bask. Maybe that was enough. 

"You'll have to glow for both of us from now on, sunshine."

[tiredflowercrown]

Thank you for the tag!!

Oh no I have to actually think about my favorite albums? Okay these are in abousluty no order because I can't think that hard about this

Speak Now by Taylor Swift - Mine

Midnights by Taylor Swift - Dear Reader

Stick Season by Noah Kahan - Everywhere, Everything

Emails I can't send by Sabrina Carpenter - Feather

Ultimate Storytime by Thomas Sanders - Birds

Coyote Stories by The Crane Wives - The hand that feeds

The Good Life by Sammy Rae and the Friends - Talk It Up

Your City Gave Me Asthma by Wilbur Soot - Since I Saw Vienna

Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez - CryBaby

Evermore by Taylor Swift - Long Story Short

That was so incredibly hard. Um

@panthera-tigris-venenata @stargirl1331 @unnamedrat @shouldwemaybe @shellyseashell @niallermybabe @authorgirl0131

i'm starting a tag game out of literal boredom so here.

list your top ten albums (soundtracks and EP's are okay too!!), and your favourite song of each

1. Faith In The Future by Louis Tomlinson - Angels Fly

2. The Great Country Songbook by Troy Cassar-Daley & Adam Harvey - Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

3. Evermore by Taylor Swift - dorothea

4. Subtract by Ed Sheeran - End Of Youth

5. GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo - the grudge

6. Kid Krow by Conan Gray - The Cut That Always Bleeds

7. LP1 by Liam Payne - All I Want

8. Super Trouper by ABBA - Andante, Andante

9. HS1 by Harry Styles - From The Dining Table

10. Dangerous Levels of Introspection by JP Saxe - A Little Bit Yours

no pressure tags!!

@youreverydaydemikid @cc-horan28 @niallermybabe @ravenclawdirectioner @givemeabreakimbig28 @lovemyniallerrr-2028 @enchantedlandcoffee @jittyjames @surrowndedbylights @l0veproof @mayonnaisethepotato @mynightsoutofsight @queerhoodie @felizusnavidad @fansykiltentragedry @freyaforestafay @hellolovers13 @keeganisabluegreener @mmemirrorball @literally anyone who wants to!! please do!!

[exocean]

🌈

[therefugeofbooks]

Here are some active booklr accounts:

@maddiesbookshelves

@franticvampirereads

@ninja-muse

@freckles-and-books

@diverse-reads

@dkafterdark

@rae-laxing

@godzilla-reads

@abbeyx

@lizziethereader

@nerdynatreads

@ownedbybooks

@princessofbookaholics

@xaltion

@themelodyofspring

@thatstudyblrontea

@wideeyedreader

@paperbackpropensity

@agardenandlibrary

@leer-reading-lire

@backlogbooks

@brightbeautifulthings

@bookwyvrn

@thequeerlibrarian

@e-b-reads

@literatureandtrees

@slaughter-books

@mangoslixes

@appleinducedsleep

@petrareads

@bookaddict24-7

@biandlesbianliterature

@bibliophilecats

@plantpages

@bookishfreedom

@tinynavajoreads

@balaenabooks

@deadpoetsmusings

@thereadingchallengechallenge

@the-haunted-pencil

@profiterole-reads

@libri-et-coffea

@sixofravens-reads

@megsandherbooks

@the-head-in-the-clouds

@readingbooksinisrael

@storytime-reviews

@readingrobin

@northernbookworm

@a-ramblinrose

IF YOU RUN A BOOKLR ACCOUNT PLEASE INTERACT WITH THIS POST I WANT TO FOLLOW YOU!

sorry for yelling I needed to get ur attention. Anyways if u are a booklr account or know of some amazing booklr accounts please tell me their @. (Also if ur booklr is not ur main drop the @)

[frogjazzhands]

okay so my headphones broke the other day and it was that painful kind when only one side breaks so you can still use the other side but you feel lost and imbalanced. anyway, so my spotify was on shuffle and the masterpiece that is Run Away With Me by Carly Rae Jepson came on and in that instant, the world was in slow motion and the cord fell into the perfect position and suddenly my broken headphone was resurrected and the world was in stereo and it was beautiful

[rawesomesauce]

The Ultimatum Final Thoughts- Spoilers Ahead

- Shanique is very immature, she’s not ready to be married and I can see why Randall is hesitant cuz she seems like she’d be a demanding and draining wife. He deserves better. Randall is a genuinely great, put together guy. 

-Zay has issues that he needs to address. He seems impossible to talk to so I completely get why Rae doesn’t feel comfortable opening up to him. He is no where near husband material yet. 

-Rae doesn’t know what she wants but it definitely isn’t marriage. Jake and Rae would be perfect together if she wasn’t afraid of commitment which she doesn’t even realize she clearly is!

-April is the nightmare ex-girlfriend every storytime is about. It’s hard to dislike her cuz she clearly loves very hard and has a quirky personality but she’s very emotionally manipulative in a very lowkey way and I can see why their relationship was chipping away at Jake over time. Using your relationship with his mom as emotional leverage? Lame. 

-Jake’s a good guy and the only reason he doesn’t read that way to some people is because of April’s emotional manipulation, he said it right at the reunion, she twisted it to be the narrative of Jake abandoning their perfect relationship for a fling, he dodged a bullet. “Why were you recording a girl twerk?” Well why did you go through his phone? Why did you make out with Colby?  

-Madlyn is a mess. She doesn’t love herself. That’s why she was constantly drunk, and she said it herself she craves external validation from men. She can do better than Colby but she isn’t a saint either. Colby trapped her with a baby, and she is def settling!!

-I can’t stand Colby. Alexis was right, he’s a douche. He rushed into the marriage because he knows he doesn’t deserve Madlyn,

-Nate and Lauren aren’t gonna end up together. Nate is full of shit and Lauren’s gonna really regret not choosing herself later on. 

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

Yay! Games! thaaaaaanks friend

no pressure tags: @angelwiththeblue-box @spacetime-storytime @aquastranger @panda-platypus

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most! Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

thanks @blossoms-and-possums for tagging me!

let's go:

tagging @snixx @cheery-space-lizz @calsvoid @unholy-fabray

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

heimkoheimkofan replied to your post

“ok ngl i stopped following shane for many reasons - most importantly...”

Is there some youtubers that are good or at least decent people?

a lot, actually

MOVIE & SHOWS REVIEWERS

Linsday Ellis (you might know her as the Nostalgia Chick, absolute queen)

YourMovieSucksDotOrg

ralphthemoviemaker

I Hate Everything

Saberspark

Cynical Reviews

Amanda the Jedi

Dominic Noble (to an extend, he reviews books and puts them in comparison with their movie adaptation mostly. absolute king)

Trin Lovell

VIDEOGAME REVIEWERS AND COMMENTARIES

Caddicarus

Ant Dude

The Completionist

NitroRad

oddheader

GAMING CHANNELS

CallMeKevin

GrayStillPlays

Plumbella (the Sims content, queen)

Steph0Sims (again the Sims, far more raunchy)

RTGame

CaddyPlays (Caddicarus’ gaming channel)

AdumPlaze (YMS’ gaming channel)

wayneradiotv

John Wolfe

vinesauce

Game Grumps + The Grumps

Drumsy (VR chat content)

Syrmor (VR chat content, generally more emotional and wholesome)

STORYTIME ANIMATORS

Jaiden Animation

TheOdd1sOut

SomeThingElseYT (sidenote, listen to his music. he’s really good)

LetMeExplainYT

Tabbes

Dingo Doodles (animations about a VERY good DND campaign!!)

REDDIT READERS since its always nice to listen to something fun and chill every now and then

RSlash

Daily Dose of Reddit

Chaos55t

EmKay

One Topic At A Time

SCARY STORIES, CREEPYPASTAS AND TRUE CRIME

Kendall Rae (true crimes)

Night Mind

HoodooHoodlumRevenge

Let’s Read!

MrCreepyPasta

ScareTheater

SCARY ARG

Cat Ghost

Petscop

LOCAL58

COMMENTARY CHANNELS

Cody Ko

Danny Gonzales

Drew Gooden

Spoctor

Ponder Sprocket

Jarvis Johnson

MORE STUFF I GENUINELY DON’T KNOW HOW TO CONSIDER

How To Cook That (cooking channel that also sometimes debunks bad viral videos)

Watcher (Shane & Ryan from Buzzfeed are now free to do what they want!!!!!!)

Good Mythical Morning (two dudes try weird stuff and food, chaos ensues)

The McElroy Family (Monster Factory, MBMBaM and more!!! we stan the McElroys in this house)

and likely a lot more that didnt think about/follow that often!!!!!!

[thefanficmonster]

helo can i req for a valkyrae x reader where rae talks about a past relationship she had on a storytime stream and she didnt say any names but she did mention that she misses them and that theyre the greatest partner ( maybe they broke up on good terms ) and then suddenly someone (reader) sends a big dono to her with the message "i miss you too" and 30 minutes later she receives a bouquet of her favorite flowers and her favorite meal to eat when she and reader goes on dates?

Awww my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I'm sooo excited to write this omgg! Thank you so much for the request, hun I promise not to let you down 🥰

~ XOXO, Vy 💌

[captainseaweedbrains]

17 Questions, 17 People

Thank you for tagging me @o-foramuse-of-fire

Nickname: Terri is technically a nickname!

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 5′6″

Hogwarts House: Slytherin 

Last thing I googled: A 2002 Chevrolet car manual for a patron 😂

Song stuck in my head: "If I Could Tell Her” from Dear Evan Hansen, but the Jordan Fisher one

Number of followers: 1,255

Amount of sleep: 6-7 hours, if I’m being responsible

Lucky numbers: 13

Dream job: I love my job as a youth services librarian, but I would love to be a full-time author one day. 

Wearing: Plaid pinafore skirt, turtleneck, and wool socks

Favorite Author: Victoria Schwab, Marissa Meyer, Suzanne Collins, and Rick Riordan all own my wallet

Favorite instrument: Voice and piano

Aesthetic: Bookish antique-chic with a touch of fall. I love love LOVE antiques and go antique shopping a lot.

Favorite song: It’s probably “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon or “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen are both songs that pick up my mood instantly!

Favorite animal noise: When dogs try to talk like humans to you

Random: I really miss doing storytimes at work and am tired of feeling like a children’s TV show host and asking questions to a camera like I’m freakin’ Dora the Explorer

Tagging: Feel free to do this or not! @echoesofnewords, @rosegardeninwinter, @underahauntedsky, @badnovels, @lovely-tothe-bone, @mandelion82, @endlessnightlock, @eleonoraditoledo, @helianthusaureum, @jlalafics, and anyone who wants to play!

[myownlittlebookcorner]

Thank you @princessofbookaholics for tagging me !!! This kept me busy for a good 30 minutes, and even though it was difficult to pick the songs, I thoroughly enjoyed it :D

Rules: Spell out your URL using song titles. Then, tag as many people as there are letters in your URL.

My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne

Your Type - Carly Rae Jepsen

Origin of Love - MIKA

Wait For It - Leslie Odom Jr. (Hamilton Original Broadway Cast)

Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now - Starship

Like A Girl - Lizzo

I Think He Knows - Taylor Swift

That’s What You Get - Paramore

This Love (Will Be Your Downfall) - Ellie Goulding

La Respuesta - Becky G. & Maluma

End of the World - Kelsea Ballerini

Bad Together - Dua Lipa

Ojos Así -Shakira

Out of Goodbyes - Maroon 5 & Lady Antebellum

Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore

Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco

Only Hope - Mandy Moore

Rewrite the Stars - Zac Efron & Zendaya 

Never Gonna Leave This Bed - Maroon 5

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Running - No Doubt

21 people seems like a lot, so how about the reverse? Tagging 12 people who are free to not do this if that is what they so please: @amberthebooklion @backlogbooks @flamingmirrorbookish @thereadingchallengechallenge @lizziethereader @rain-bow-sin @cinnasbooks @grangerandthelibrary @i-breathe-therefore-i-read @storytime-reviews @thekindworthreading @brightbeautifulthings

11 other people who I probably forgot to tag, please consider yourself tagged!!

[inevera]

Comfortober day 5: Cuddles

CW: none, this one's just fluff

Characters: Louis and Nari

Got another prompt done, whoo! This one came quite easy, I love the dynamic between these two a lot. Nari belongs to my RP partner Leo.

Louis was drying his hair with a towel when he left the bathroom, dressed in comfortable sweatpants. Nari was still splayed out on the bed, eyes half closed as if he was about to fall asleep any moment now. "Alright, shower's yours. You can borrow some clothes from my closet, yours are still soaked", he informed and poked his thigh, earning a disapproving groan. 

"Can't, I'm too sore to move." Nari complained as he sat up to stretch his limbs, batting Louis hand away when he attempted to jab at his ribs.

"Alright, I'll carry you then", Louis snickered and tried to grab the other, Nari instantly fighting him off. "Fuck off, I can take care of myself." He protested and rolled over to slide off the other edge of the bed, Louis just laughing quietly to himself while watching him.

It was still pouring buckets outside, the rain still hadn't stopped over the whole afternoon. They originally just planned to get some studying done but were caught off guard by the sudden weather change and got completely soaked down to the skin the last ten minutes of the drive. It was fall, so the weather conditions should have been expected. Instead of studying they draped all the wet clothes over every avivable radiator surface and decided to warm up in bed.

Louis heard the shower turn on again and ventured out into the kitchen in the meantime. He thought about ordering some take-out later while grabbing some milk from the fridge, he hadn't gotten around grocery shopping yet. Humming to himself he rummaged through the cabinets to grab cocoa powder and some dark chocolate and a small pot. Louis didn't actually know if Nari prefered tea or something else, but with how much of a sweet tooth his friend had he had to like a good, hot chocolate on a rainy day.

It didn't take long until Nari joined him in the kitchen, wearing one of Louis pajama pants and hoodie. They fit him quite well given that they were pretty much the same height. "Wanna watch a movie or something? I have no motivation left to actually do something productive", Louis asked while searching for the two biggest mugs he could find.

"Sounds much better than the original plan." Nari agreed with an amused huff, leaning against the countertop to watch him finishing up the hot chocolatte. 

"How'd you know I like that?"

"I just figured by how many sweets you eat on a daily basis. How your teeth are so healthy is still a miracle to me", Louis said and grinned, filling the mugs and handing one to Nari.

Retreating back to the bedroom they made sure not to spill anything while getting comfortable on the mattress again. After a bit of discussion they settled on watching a Godzilla movie, mainly to gush about the sound design in between. 

"This is pretty good. How you're still single is astonishing", Nari noted at some point, his mug almost half empty already. Louis snorted.  "What can I say, I am perfect boyfriend material." "Oh shut up."

An hour into the movie the mugs were long empty and off to stay on the nightstand. Their occasional conversations fizzled into comfortable silence, Louis pretending not to notice when Nari's head eventually ended up leaning against his shoulder. Louis had quickly figured that the other was the type to retreat when confronted about it. In the beginning he had barely lingered around after they were done with the main part of their little arrangement, but he felt like Nari was warming up to him over the course of the last few weeks.

His body language was easier to read than the moody and dismissive front Nari put up. Louis didn't bring the unspoken words between them up, knowing it would just cause Nari to back off again. And while they were supposed to be nothing more than friends with benefits, he had the suspicion that Nari simply didn't have one he could lean on every once in a while.

So he didn't say out loud that he was more than willing to be more for him if he just asked, instead simply looping an arm around Nari and idly tracing patterns on his shoulder with his fingers. Louis only half paid attention to the movie, more aware of how the body next to him slowly but surely started to relax. Nari always seemed to carry around a sort of tension he was still trying to understand.

By the time the credits were rolling Nari's head was on his stomach, Louis playing with his hair while his free arm was draped over his back, one of Nari's arms wrapped around his waist. It put a faint smile on his lips that Nari allowed himself to let his guard down around him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but it made Louis hope that he wasn't the only one wanting to be more than friends.

Neither of them said anything as Netflix autoplayed another movie, content in the small bubble of the moment. Louis kept playing with Nari's hair, alternating with some light head scratches from time to time. He knew Nari would never admit he liked it, but the occasional, quiet sigh and relaxed state spoke volumes. Under different circumstances he'd definitely tease him about it, but right now Louis felt like he had a cat on his lap that he didn't want to scare off.

Halfway through the second movie Nari ended up falling asleep, much to his quiet amusement. Louis tried not to move too much as he found the remote again to turn the TV off. It wasn't exactly late yet, but outside the window night had taken over, and the rain was slowly getting less intense. Carefully moving he pulled the blanket over Nari and shifting his position slowly so he was laying down as well instead of risking a horrible neck cramp by leaving his head rest against the headboard for that long. Luckily Nari only stirred slightly, but remained asleep, still cuddled up against his side. Louis smiled fondly at him before closing his eyes and eventually drifting off as well.