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[zmediaoutlet]

Hey, z! I was hoping you would see this in a chat box, but it probably got lost or something, so here is a copy: Hey! I've been re-reading Constant Vow again 💔 suddenly had a thought about how all that was from Dean's POV. Was he...attracted to Sam early or felt something and it just developed in more during their together time. The part of some dialogue was stuck with me: "Don’t know how I ended up in this universe," Dean says. Very soft, so soft Sam has to tip in to hear. Dean looks at him, and then down at his stomach, and then—further, to where Sam's dick has gone soft and is lying over his thigh. Sam swallows and the room's so quiet that the creak of his throat is loud, and Dean huffs, shakes his head. "Never thought I'd…"

I would love to hear your thoughts! 💜

Constant Vow is probably my favorite work of yours so far! 🤍

aw, bud. <3 I did miss that, thank you for making sure I saw it. Always nice to know that anyone's thinking about the stuff like -- at all. And re-reading! Heck.

That's an interesting bit you pull out! I have a lot of fun when writing with trying to make the other character pretty opaque -- sometimes you know what your conversation partner is thinking, but most of the time you really don't, and especially in a new relationship (even if, at this point, Sam's trying to pretend it's not a relationship) everything's such guesswork.

To be honest I don't have a super solid idea about what Dean was thinking in those early days because Sam doesn't know, and keeping it right behind Sam's eyes -- it's a mystery! But you have pulled out exactly the biggest clue to my headcanon for what was going on in the parallel POV, which is: yeah, Dean's thought about it, but he would have never, ever, ever made the leap from nervous guilty dreams he crams down in the light of day to -- this. But that 'never thought' line combines with some of the ways he's very insistent about it not being Sam early on, plus that he actually feels pretty okay about the whole situation as of the first part of the cure -- it doesn't 'paint a picture' exactly but it does sketch the ghost of one.

When I started out writing the fic I really did want to approach it as much as possible as a no one's pining here situation -- they really are thrown into it without desire and come to a new understanding -- and I think that's mostly there. But it turned out that the point of the fic wasn't the sex at all, was it -- not for them, and not for Denise, either, really. Sex is just the clumsy way that we're able to engage in intimacy and communication and desire-for-closeness, and it's the way that Sam and Dean are able to reach an understanding together that they are each other's one and only, forever and ever, amen. A conclusion they're able to come to with no need for sex at all in s11; in s6 they're nearly there, but they need a little nudge. Required orgasms will do. :) Point being -- whether Dean very occasionally got a look at Sam in all his Samness and had to swallow his tongue and turn away, it kinda doesn't... matter. That he had a partner and a kid and walked out on them for the hope of a brother who'd come home: that's the ticket.

Oh man. Thanks, canon.

[mayskalih]

[justanothersquidblog]

On Feb 18th 2023, I drew my back up dancer girls for the first time! On Jan 11th this year, I redrew them with better quality! I planned to do this again in 2024 but after redrawing the agents I got a bit excited. So here they are; Polykill v3! Hope you like em!

And hey! Why don't you read the fic ft them! Oooh you wanna sooo baaad-

[jjkeremika]

excited and exhausted

reader x erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

description: reader playing the card game “excited and exhausted” with Attack on Titan people

inspiration: anonymous; requested: reader playing the card game excited and exhausted with erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

disclaimer/warning(s): nsfw; reader gender not specified so i tried to make it as gn! as possible but could be fem!-leaning?; hange is they/them; licking; lap dance

erwin

you inhaled deeply and bit at the inside of your bottom lip as you watched erwin’s large hands reach for the blue card. you licked your lips as he raised it to his eyeline, noticed the veins and ligaments and tendons in his hand and forearm from his tight hold.

the breathy exhale from his lips soothed your nerves, massaged out the breath you held. “lick your partner below to waist or drink once.”

the leap in your stomach acted without restraint, bubbled into a smile as erwin’s long arms were reaching for your thighs. he pulled you closer, moved one hand to cover your entire exposed calf and held it into the air, right near his face.

the hot breath travelled up the skin, spurred goosebumps and tiny hairs to stand at the sensation as it crawled towards your knee and down your thigh. erwin’s piercing irises stayed tethered to yours as he pressed the lightest kiss to the thin skin of your ankle.

with one hand rolling your cropped pants higher and the second grasped onto your thin ankle, he poked his tongue out, let the hot, wet textured organ slither and slide around the ankle bone, towards the dips in the muscles to your knee.

the red blush on your cheeks was encouraging as erwin’s hands found their way towards your upper thigh and hip, as his tongue reached the crook of your knee and he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the helpless gasp from your lips.

the reflex kicked your leg away from his grasp, but his hand instantly reached out, bringing your thigh back to his check and letting his mouth roam towards your crotch. you felt him smile through his open mouth at your melodic giggle.

“what else can i lick?,” he murmured against your upper thigh, the sentence tickling the sensitive thick skin. his tough arms wrapped around both thighs, held you close to his nose. he glanced up, winked cheekily, before letting his tongue explore your heated intimacy.

armin

armin’s cheeks were rouge when you pulled the card game from the bag, and the squirming ensued after reading the rules only exacerbated his mutual excitement and embarrassment at playing and exploring a side he kept hidden even to himself.

you went first, giggled as you noted how much more red armin’s cheeks were compared to the pink card. “take off one item of clothing or drink once.”

having the card near your face did you a disservice, because armin could visibly see the deep blush take settlement. he was about to speak, to tell you not to worry about it, to pick another card like the considerate, courteous gentleman he strived to be—but you had already dropped the card to the table and brought your hands to the hem of your shirt.

his breath audibly hitched, and armin blushed with hot blood as he covered his lap with his palm. he felt he should look away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your bare chest, his pupils glued to the nipples matching his stare.

his mind was blank as you leaned forward slightly, as his eyes comprehended the closing distance between you. “your turn.” the hum of your voice was usually soothing, but right now it was grasping hold onto his skin, pulling him closer to you.

“i, um.” his pupils were scanning your torso, absorbing the detail to memory. the adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “yeah.” he blindly picked up a new card, couldn’t spare any attention from you to mind the card. “stick your hand…” each word was slow, laced with a growing arousal. “in your partner’s underwear…”

armin felt his erection battling both his jeans and his palm, moaned slightly into the sentence at the sudden pressure from the growth. “for two minutes…” he finally made eye contact with you. “or drink twice.”

you smiled impurely. “by all means,” you murmured, lifting the band off your waist, raising an eyebrow suggestively. armin relented to the temptation, eagerly reached for you, drool poking onto his lip.

sasha

once the laughter softened and you watched sasha take a swing of her canned beverage, you picked up the next card. you inched your leg closer to hers, felt the heat colluding between.

“drink if you’re the best kisser,” you spoke softly, like raising your voice would break the moment. you made eye contact, coyly hid your face behind the blue card.

sasha smirked knowingly. “well,” she leaned in and lowered her voice, “i feel like—” the light pink hue on her cheeks made your heart flutter. you glanced at her lips. “—we need to compare first.”

she kept her lips pursed, a tiny smirk at the corners. you watched her irises flick to your lips too. sasha continued, ignoring her brown hair as it fell against her cheek, not worth sparing any attention from you.

“is that okay?” she asked you directly, her palm hesitantly hovering over your jaw. her pink blush and shy smile contrasted her confident question, and your lungs couldn’t bear the heat of the air shared between you. “can i kiss you now?”

the words were lost on you, and after a second you nodded. a nod so slight if sasha’s focus weren’t intently on you maybe she wouldn’t have noticed.

her hand collapsed onto your jaw and she lurched forward, practically moving into your lap as her lips met yours. time felt still as sasha surrounded your lap with her thighs, teasingly bounced and sucked the air from your chest.

as quickly as she kissed you she pulled away, the ghost of her lips a faint tingle, the heat from her proximity still stimulating the tissue. her forehead rested against yours, could feel her hot breath swirling with yours.

“you’re definitely better,” she whispered, the disturbance pushing air against the still tickled skin. she looked at you, cross-eyed from just how close you were. “but we should keep going…” her lips were brushing yours, the sensitive tissue tingling. “just to be sure.”

hange

maybe you were a little jealous of their glasses, for sitting so cleanly and nicely on their face, for the way they were constantly touching and resetting the wire to sit properly and comfortably.

hange pushed their glasses up the bridge of their nose and presented the card: “act out any sex position you want to try or drink twice.”

the bottom frame of the glasses covered the awkward blush, but the shy glance to the side was on display, accentuated by the lens. the lick of their lips turned into a bite to relieve tension, and you found yourself heating up and your heart beating faster at the idea.

their curiosity always got the better of them. “actually there is one i’ve been thinking about…” hange reached for your wrists before pausing, reflecting, and settled one onto your lower thigh instead, just above your knee. “may i?”

their sparkling eyes peaked over the frame. you nodded, breathed out, “where do you want me?” and sat up eagerly, body itching to be molded. their smile was enchanting, their addiction to exploration coming to life.

“on your back on the couch,” they answered, voice heavy, contrasting the light in their eyes. you heard a soft, “please,” as you rested back, swooned as hange’s hands rearranged your legs around their hips as they crouched over you.

you brought your hand to their cheek, touched the stem of their glasses to keep them from falling. you thought of closing the gap between you.

you tilted your head slightly. “you look nice like this,” hange complimented in an awkward boldness, flicked their attention from your eyes to your lips, “i-i mean, you always look nice, but—”

levi

levi insisted you read your card first. he brushed your forearm with two fingers absentmindedly as he stared around the room—felt too hot to look right at you.

you hid your face with your palm after reviewing the prompt. “give your partner a lap dance or drink once.” you reciprocated the lack of eye contact, found it hard to lift your stare from the card and redirect your attention from the rumble in your belly.

the shuffling and bending in the couch cushion brought your attention to the shifting body before you. the short man was starting to stand, the lifted weight off the couch making the cushion you sat on feel lighter.

then his hands were on your thighs, dragging you onto your tailbone and low back so your crotch was presented to the air. his firm grip dug into the undersides of your knees, pushed back until your kneecaps were above your shoulder blades.

your lips were parted, eyes just about quadrupled in size. “wh-wha— levi, i—”

his eyes were calm, soothed the nervousness at his sudden action. “baby,” he cooed, exhaled in amusement. levi leaned into you, nosing around your ears and neck as he brought one knee to the couch. “i’m just doing what the card said.”

your heart stopped beating as the blood settled on your skin once you watched and felt levi’s crotch rhythmically dip into yours, blushed furiously once his bulge barely graced your presented crotch.

“levi!” you squealed at the feeling of his tongue against your nape, closed your eyes because the sight was unraveling your guts and burning your insides. “it was my card!”

his shirt was discarded to the floor. levi took your hand and guided it to his savannah hot, sculpted abdomen. he thrusted his hips back towards yours, wiggled slightly for the performance factor, smiled widely as your fingers dipped into the ridges.

your hand stopped exploring his abs, stayed close like a ghost once levi’s beloved stare was demanding yours. he grunted with rhythmic grinds against your hip, spoke between exerted breaths and a naughty smirk, “oh, i was just obeying orders.”

[lifeismarvelous]

Wherever you go, just always remember That you got a home for now and forever And if you get low, just call me whenever This is my oath to you Wherever you go, just always remember You're never alone, we're birds of a feather And we'll never change, no matter the weather This is my oath to you

[strawbebbiesart]

evening routine 🦆🌙🧴🧽👓

(part 1)

[nuwanders]

so tell us about velothi philosophy :3c how does it differ, to say, its imperial counterparts? how has it changed across time?

Where to start!! Going to try my hardest to produce a semi-coherent answer here lol

quick note before i get into it— due to the nature of religion in the Elder Scrolls, i’m going to treat theology and philosophy as more or less the same discipline. there will obviously still be some discussions which fall more squarely into one field or the other, but in a world where ‘gods’ are demonstrably real and regularly involving themselves with the affairs of mortals, there’s going to be a great deal more overlap than there is irl. 

with that out of the way, i’ll limit my discussion to three main areas of philosophy in which Velothi attitudes differ the most from their Imperial counterparts; (1) the determinism/free will debate, (2) notions of faith vs veneration, and (3) the relationship between religion and morality. This isn’t too long dw but I’ve put it under a read more just in case

1. determinism vs free will

the imperial pantheon being headed by a god of time would, i think, have significantly shaped imperial philosophy. teslore is riddled with prophecies, as well as the Elder Scrolls themselves and ‘heroes’ as a category of beings who are uniquely capable of ruling their own destiny. ignoring the doylist explanation for a moment (that heroes are player characters in an otherwise scripted video game), it is clear that Imperial philosophy is dominated by a deterministic streak. 

Velothi philosophy however would fall (imo) more in the compatibilism camp. rather than our futures being predetermined by what is written in the Scrolls, I think the Velothi might say instead that what is written in the Scrolls is determined by what we, in the future, choose to do. ‘Outside of time’ =/= ‘before time’— by which I mean that if the Scrolls truly are from outside of time, it would be nonsensical to conclude that the contents of the scrolls is what causes certain events to then occur— because that would imply some kind of linear progression.

why do i think this? i won’t lie it is 80% headcanon, however the ability of Mephala to ‘pull but a single thread’ and unravel the weave of fate reflects, i think, the central position which the ability to determine one's own destiny holds in Velothi identity. An Imperial philosopher might say that Daedric Princes, like mortals, do not exist ‘outside time’ in the way that Akatosh does, so Mephala’s own actions would themselves be considered pre-determined. But I think the Velothi philosopher here would just cycle back to the compatibilist argument outlined above. Dunmer are a proud and independent people and I think they would strongly resist any attempt to imply that they do not have control over their own actions lol

2. faith vs veneration

Also central to Velothi philosophy and culture is the notion that respect and power must be earned, and i think this would apply to their gods as much as to themselves. Veloth turned away from the Aedra after Boethiah came to him in his dreams and visions. Why dedicate your life to the worship of invisible—and seemingly impotent—gods when the daedra are right there, showing themselves through positive action to be worthy of your fear and your love?

I think the notion of ‘faith’—being a belief in something which cannot be proven, both in spite of and because of that fact—would be dismissed by the Velothi as fanciful and ridiculous— a way for the elite to control the masses. This isn’t to say that they don’t believe in the aedra (there is a text somewhere in Morrowind which suggests that House Redoran, at least, adopted some kind of aedra worship during Imperial occupation), however they wouldn’t consider the aedra worthy of veneration. And Akatosh in the Velothi sense might be understood a little differently— perhaps even as a simple literary device designed to personify what is otherwise just the abstract notion of time.

3. ethics, and the relationship between religion and morality

It’s worth taking care here not to map Christian notions of morality and sin onto the Imperial cult, however there are some broad similarities. The Divines don’t necessarily represent moral virtues, however they all encapsulate some kind of virtue in the more holistic, Aristotelian sense; and the fact they are each virtuous in some way is taken both as reason to worship them and as reason to emulate those characteristics. (Not gonna get into the Euthyphro dilemma, but regardless of which view you think they'd take, it is clear there is some kind of relationship here). 

The same cannot be said of the Good Daedra, nor of the Tribunal. Any ‘virtue’ these figures happen to possess is incidental to their status as figures deserving of worship. This is not to suggest that Dunmer have no moral code or care not for virtues such as generosity or benevolence; it’s just that ethics is seen as divorced from divine law (ignoring the above mentioned lore text which says the exact opposite wrt House Redoran ;_;)

At the extreme end of this spectrum you find Telvanni ethics– “According to Telvanni principles, the powerful define the standards of virtue.” Which is very Nietzschean lmao. But I don’t think this would reflect Velothi ethics at large. If I were to summarise, I would say that the Velothi reject any notion of morality as intrinsically good, but that they generally recognise moral virtues as instrumentally valuable. Humility and selflessness in the Alessian, slave-morality sense are rejected, but social cooperation, justice and generosity are rightfully recognised as qualities which lead to the betterment of society overall.

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given how long this is already i will save the question of how velothi philosophy changes over time for another post :') the Fourth Era transition from tribunal worship to the New Temple is something i'm exploring in my soon-to-be-published little novella hehe. thank you for the ask! <3

and tagging @ervona who expressed some interest in this topic >:)

[attack-on-titan-confessionss]

Tr: "Would reply on that person's confession, but I'm terrified of the anon hate from ReiJean shippers... I think most JeanMaro shippers actually like other Jean ships... we do ship JeanxMikasa, JeanxArmin, JeanxEren, etc. on top of JeanMarco. (Other Marco ships too! Who couldn't fall head over heels for Marco?) If Reiner had killed someone different like Sasha or Connie (people that matter to Jean), I still don't think ReiJean would make sense. Doesn't matter that it's Marco, it matters that it was someone Jean cared about that Reiner killed. And Jean was/is clearly upset about it. I would never be romantically/platonically/sexually involved with someone who did that. Most people can't fix a relationship after cheating, so I don't know how a relationship could form between them after Reiner's history was revealed. It's a toss-up when it gets to non-canon, yet my personal preference couldn't really get over what I know from canon. I did appreciate the whole ReinerxBertlxJeanxMarco poly-ship back in the earlier days of SNK. I miss their ship art so much. Well, thank you for listening, and thank you to the admin for offering up your ask box for drama free confessions!"

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[ratatatastic]

love tap huh...

[nctsworld]

[whos-lucy]

info dump :p!!!!11!!!1!1!

before i start yapping about my little stupid ocs, feel free to correct any grammar mistakes(it could help to upgrade my english necause is not my native languague) or errors you see in my post :P

okay so i thought about the names and i have the ideas but im not sure if its the final desition about their names. first, the girl with black hair is mary, the boy with horns still have no name (lets call it blu temporary), and the ginger kid is aiden.

The story starts the day before halloween with aiden and mary meeting each other(mary trys to talk to him but fails and make it ankward because shes kinda weird/autistic still dont decide) and become friends :D. Mary is also new in their school so jaiden introduces her to his friend group. most of the people of that friend group is not important for the story exept for one guy.

he is a bit more older than the rest and to explain his personality just imagine sasha of amphibia but as a guy and a bit more manipulative and with a similar relationship with aiden as anne and sasha.

mary sees this and tries to make aiden realize but his personality is like hunter from toh :/ so he just justifies that and dont see the problem.

the day after that aiden and mary have a little adventure wich i still dont write and end up (somehow) in another dimetion!! :0 (act surprised pls) where they meet blu wich have like amnetia??? idk im still thinking his backstory before they meet :/

anyways i dont wanna say too much cause im thinking to make this in a comic and dont wanna spoil all the story jet :D

if someone read this im so thank you for listen to me talk about my silly ocs and make it to the end <3 i have more ocs to draw and share here so wait for me to pst them :p

[deathbypride]

Chapters: 3/11 Fandom: RuPaul's Drag Race (US) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anetra/Sasha Colby Characters: Anetra (Drag Race), Sasha Colby, Aura Mayari, Salina Estitties, Loosey Laduca, Sugar (Drag Race), Spice (Drag Race) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Las Vegas, Roommates, Marijuana, Lesbian Sex Summary:

In which they both work at a strip club, Anetra's apartment has a wasp infestation, Sasha looks after everyone except herself, and getting stoned isn't the solution to everything (but it sometimes helps).

[grapegoggle]

goggles ik this is random but i wanna eat your Otohiko design up in the most positive way :3

the flavour? strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles on top because of how fruity he is :>

I appreciate you so much sasha, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

but i think it would have been kinder to call him a slur….😭😭😭

[crowleyholmes]

🎧 !!

OHH man you got such a good song!!

I've seriously been meaning to throw this song at the gomens fandom for weeks so here we go your song is:

Eden - Dave McKendry

And I think my favorite part (sorry I couldn't just choose one line I'm bad at this but sue me tbh) is this:

Once you taste it, you’ve seen the naked truth Gotta face it, it's never gonna be what it used to If we deny the fact we’re bleeding It won’t hide the cracks or seal them You know the hardest part of sharing hearts Is trying to take the beating

[weresehlat]

Absolutely fucking insane to me that by this point in their lives, my parents had been married nearly 2 years. Like, they were also in grad school, but were fucking MARRIED.

I might now be together with someone I met my senior year of college (which... is also how they met. Lmao.), but thank GOD I'm not married yet. Jfc.

[k0nstanta]

no. 46 for all plzz :з

46. when is their birthday?

shurik - june 12

sasha - july 22

asya - september 7

kotya - december 25