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[onlyforalwayswith]

Coming from someone who’s seen the ups and downs of this Pens season in between a busy work and personal life, I love that you echoed my thoughts exactly on the pressure to tank for 1OA or rebuild quick!

Others:

1. As another poster pointed out, just because another team let go of their core guy (see BOS, TBL) means the Pens should do the same. bUt GrEtZkY gOt TRaDeD. Like no, it’s blatant disrespect to trade a legend just because you want to and it means a lot for them to play and retire with just one team. Trading Sid so he can win another Cup? Some greats never even got one in their lives and still stayed put!! Plus, blowing it up has zero guarantees. More times than not it’ll backfire on the team.

2. About the pressure on the Pens to tank now because someone did it fast and reaped the rewards fast…don’t ever rush a rebuild because short term gain, long term pain. Plus there’s no benefit in pressuring teams to tank, that’s how you set a losing culture around a team that’ll take years to recover.

TLDR: Be careful what you wish for, Pens and hockey fans!

No but all this!!! So freaking true!

One of the slices of this discussion that irritates me the most is how all these hockey men say they respect Sid so much, and that's why they want him somewhere else, but it all comes back to treating athletes as commodities, you don't actually respect Sid, because if you did you would have heard the thousands of times he's said he wants to stay with the penguins. They just want him to be Canada Ken, hockey style, so they can feel something for once in their lives

What also is wild to me is that there is a chunk of pens fans that don't seem to realize that people are buy tickets to see Sid and Geno; like this is the right decision from the pens for humane reasons but it's also the smart business decision--before they went on their 2023 run panther tickets were selling at $25 a ticket... I am too embarrassed to say what i've spent on pens tickets over the years, but people are paying to see the core--and once theyre in spending money on their jerseys and gear. AND AND AND the core doesn't cost that much! Like what would you even be solving from getting rid of a ppg center making under 9 million a year?

And right! So tanking! I just get this feeling from--I'll call them reddit pens fans--that they think they're going to get Sid again, and Geno, I guess? And Fleury because that's how many 1oas it took to win the cups, like that's delusional. LikeI said, the league just doesn't operate like that anymore. Barkov and Ekblad were huge parts of the panthers win, but so was gus forsling who was picked up on waivers, and montour who was traded for peanuts and all the misfits and then one big hockey trade that came from creative thinking not a bounce of a ping pong ball.

tl;dr: tearing down to the studs tanking relies on boring, outdated thinking that gets teams mired in the wilderness, and whether he fails or succeeds what KD is trying to do now I think has a better chance of getting the team back into contention even if we win the rest of the games this season

[tragedy-machine]

After Edwin's confession Charles tries to figure out his feelings and in the process starts to unconsciously treat Edwin a little differently, and he doesn't even notice the change because it just feels so right to him.

He was already protective before, but now it kicks up to a whole other level. He volunteers to do the most dangerous parts of cases with Crystal, starts opening the door for Edwin and often when he goes to grab the other ghost to move him, instead of going for his arm, he goes for his waist, his touch extra gentle (and perhaps lingering).

Edwin overanalyzes the shit out of this and thinks that somehow after Hell Charles thinks of him as weak. He keeps catching Charles constantly glancing at him, as if making sure Edwin's still there and still okay. He nearly pulls something, rushing to pick Edwin up when the older ghost falls over after a particularly complicated mirror travel.

Edwin finally gets fed up after his friend's yet another unnecessary and dangerous move to protect him during a case and confronts Charles about it and poor, mortified Charles (after finally coming to the realization that he's definitely in love with his best mate) has to set the record straight:

"I'm not treating you like someone weak, I'm treating you like someone I fancy"

[official-linguistics-post]

If you are looking for 4th person pronoun may i offer 'chat', as you are literally referring to those beyound the 'fourth wall"

this ask was created in a lab specifically to torment me

[kimtaegis]

FRI(END)S for @thv-hyung ♡

[randomminty]

Uhhhi cant think of a caption. I didnt want to make 2 separate posts❤️

[probablyanalienindisguise]

my favorite thing is explaining to people one of my favorite fictional characters is an entire fuckinh spaceship who is also in a love-hate relationship with another ai

[smrtnik07]

shirooooooo....

[dea-anchora-017]

shauna’s lap dog

[shellshooked]

"now we got to choose who we want to be"

"like what?"

"whatever we want kid, whatever we want. "

and he chose to be her father.

[hexwhore]

YAY birthday prompts!!! Thank you Bri the Viktor hoes love your writing!!!!! (It’s me I’m the Viktor hoes) May I suggest 131 + 94, please? Maybe Vik eating out reader like they’re his favorite meal and leaving them a blissed out mess 😳 Perhaps slightly on the dom!Vik side even (but like in a really sweet/adoring way) 😳😳

I love mess :)

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x G/N Reader (AFAB), cunnilingus, spitting, touch of overstimulation.

A bead of sweat pearls down your spine. Cloaked in humidity—wet with it, among other things—you breathe deep of mossy, churned earth and running water trapped within the greenhouse. Obscured by a cradle of tall fronds, the metal lip of the retaining wall slips at your nails, fingers flexing against the urge to touch.

But you are not supposed to. 

Viktor kneels, singularly focused. His hands are hard, smooth like coated wires, and cold, warmed by the heat of your thighs pressed open—held wider than fits his narrow face, simply because he can. His long, flaxen-streaked hair unfurls piece by piece from the hasty knot at his nape. He doesn’t seem to notice or care how it hangs in dark clumps, pulled through sweat and slick and an unfathomable amount of his strange spit. It clings between your thighs with an unnatural iridescence, spread like an oil spill from his mouth. Otherwise unchanged, that is still soft and ripe—hungry, though he doesn’t seem to eat much anymore. 

Of course, you are the exception. 

He eats you, firm and fervent, on knees that don’t ache now, with a body that won’t ache later. There is no rush. He can lead you to the edge as many times as he pleases. 

And it does please him, the geometry of your body arching and curling into a golden ratio around his mouth, writhing on his tongue. He smooths it, wide and flat, up the flooded seam of you. Sucks hard at the apex. Pecks a neat little kiss to your clit like he’s sorry for how close it brings you, but he’s not because he does it again. And again. And again until you’ve never felt so sick with need in your life, which is certainly another affliction his touch can cure. Will cure. Eventually. 

His hums become words with the cadence of praise. Your thoughts are so cottony that you can’t ascribe them meaning, whispered against your swollen skin; can’t tell if you’re whimpering please, please, please or merely thinking it. 

Your hand finds its way to your mouth, biting down on a crooked knuckle to quiet yourself just in case. 

At this, he makes a displeased sound and peels back. A dark strand of clinging wetness follows and snaps back against your skin. “There is no need for that,” he coos, dragging his fingers through the mess. “I will not let anyone hear.” His smile is thin as spider’s silk; subtle, knowing. The eerie thread is wholly eclipsed by his adoration. 

When you agree—what other choice do you have?—his fingers clench your shaking legs, ten points of pressure to ground you. He bows his head, watching your face, and spits without any need to look for the trajectory. It slides down your cunt and he nuzzles in after it; sighs at your hips arching to meet each pass of his tongue; pursues your limit and what lies past with sweet, ruthless diligence until your voice—within and without—breaks. 

Your spine wilts one final time, sheltering him between the kiss-bitten plush of your thighs, and he allows it: for you to come with your hands in his hair.

[chocostrwberry]

i'm a bit curious, so does your chat noir view ladybug less as a friend and more as a colleague? the way you described their dynamic where he's the protector, is it solely because he feels it's his duty or is it also because he cares about his friend? love your au!

It changes as their relationship develops!!

So at first, Chat Noir definitely saw Ladybug as more of a colleague. Most of all his relationships outside of his family were business-related (thanks to his parents), so he never had any friendships with people his age. Since she was the only one who can cure akumas, he felt like he was “working” with her to complete what was expected of them, which he had done basically his whole life up until this point.

HOWEVER ☝️🤓, as he started getting to know Ladybug, he realized that she actually saw him as a person. She would notice when he’s sad, ask about his day, be concerned/worry about him, and engage in conversations and listen to him respond. She was also funny, clever, and never shut him down for his antics but followed along and they had fun together every time they had to take down akumas.

Not just a replaceable body hired to do the job, but a meaningful partner. He really felt seen with her, and then he stopped thinking of her as a co-worker and more of a friend. She was pretty much his very first real friend ever in his life. (Nino in this AU and him aren’t close, but I’ll also explain that later giggles) And he ALSO knows it’s not because of his looks, since he wears a mask, which is also a bonus.

This was around the time he started developing feelings, but was too focused in getting Marinette’s attention to realize how much he really liked Ladybug.

They do this cute pinkie-promise thing too and it’s like a promise they’ll always have each other’s backs 🥹

[justaprototyp3]

weird ass found family or something

[toiletphotoshoot]

One thing I LOVE about how canon treats Augustine is they make him do the “:3” face a LOT like look at him… silly

His cat whiskers too…. He’s canonically a cat

[sunn-mechanic]

for doodle requests: if you're interested in gravity falls, could you please doodle stan and ford holding hands as old siblings?

[ID in alt]

Heck yeah!! draggin' each other around just like the old days :D

[tallyhoot]

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[merakiui]

AAAH i love your content so much...dang it i wonder how would Floyd react to preggo darling

If it’s android Floyd, he’s very protective of you! He always was, but now that he knows you’re carrying a baby he’s even more dedicated to keeping you safe. Jade is methodical in his approach, but Floyd has far more empathy than he needs. He’s more human than his twin counterpart. He baby-proofs the house based on what he feels is safe, whereas Jade does it based on the data he’s gathered. Either way, no danger will befall you with Floyd looking after you.

Androids shouldn’t have any programs that allow them to feel on the level of a human (or feel at all). Perhaps it’s a virus or a malfunction, but Floyd feels intensely and authentically. One particular emotion of his that you’ve noticed is embarrassment. Floyd actually gets flustered. You didn’t think it was possible, but when your libido is out of control, your tits are sore and full, and everything is just so miserable without Azul around you rely on Floyd for help. And he takes one look at you in your sheer maternity chemise and he blue-screens. It’s such a fascinating phenomenon.

When he fingers you gently and you breathe so softly, practically panting his name, he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do. He thinks and feels closer to a human than an android most days, but sex is an entirely new realm for both the human and android sides of him. You’re so…soft. It’s the only adjective that comes to mind. Logically and quite literally, you are very soft. You must be for the baby: soft and round, beautifully well-fed. If Azul wasn’t so keen to nag him, Floyd would feed you way more than what you need just to watch you happily stuff yourself. He likes seeing you happy and content, but too much can be bad. He needs to learn the limits of humans so he doesn’t overdo it.

Still, he knows this is overdoing it—sinking his synthetic cock into your gummy walls while his arms snake around your gravid middle, cradling the bump so lovingly. He does this because he wants to, not because it’s his duty to look after you. Maybe these sorts of things shouldn’t come with feelings, but Floyd watches romance on TV. He sees how close humans are in intimacy. How soft and warm it must be.

He can content himself with his role on the sidelines so long as he gets to be there for you whenever you need him. He’s always there, ready to serve you.