#the answer is thursday

[danielnelsen]

i was gonna post about how i’m keen to get back to sydney because it’s been 30 degrees the whole time i’ve been in cairns and it’s suddenly 28+ in melbourne when i’m going there (when it was previously like 10 degrees cooler)……. but no of course guess when i’m going back to sydney, the sun is ACTUALLY following me

[markscherz]

Is there an online register of different frog species' sounds that you would recommend?

There is no one good place to go, but

iNaturalist.org has a lot

xeno-canto.org just added frogs, and is probably the best in terms of data and UI

Macaulay library has some

FonoZoo is horribly built but has quite a few

Museum für Naturkunde Berlin's Animal Sound Archive is horribly built but has quite a few

Hope that helps!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

For TTT, Jason gently grabbing/caressing reader’s neck as he fucks her stupid 🥺

"There's my girl," Jason rumbled, his hand closing around your neck. One hand.

He could snap your neck if he wanted to.

But, you knew he wouldn't. Would never. Never ever. He would never hurt you on purpose. And as he stroked your neck, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your throat all you can do is mewel wordlessly.

"Good girl," he praised. "Just let go, baby. Let me do what I want huh?"

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and he smiled. Bending down and nipping your lip. "Needy," he tutted. "You needed this bad didn't you?"

His hips snap against yours and it feels like you're being impaled. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He's been pounding into you relentlessly and you don't know how long it's been.

Time means nothing.

The only thing you know is that he's there. He can make it all better. He can take that darkness and make it fade. All you have to do is trust him.

[arcanegifs]

🍑 vs 🧁🧁poll? thigh thursday? this is lesbian heaven

here's a lil bonus for you guys

[sircolinmorgan]

"The captain I would have followed into Hell."

[imperatorrrrr]

Hello! I, as a European, am very intrigued by what you mean when saying ‘European noises’ in your latest fic 😬

Good Evening, Anon! I'm watching the last period of the Nux v. Preds game (Quinn v. Roman), so let's share some of examples of European Noises™.

If anyone is wondering, Anon is talking about my Luke Hughes, Personal Assistant fic (which you're hearing it here first folks, will have a sequel at some point, once I finish this one fic I'm trying to get done before the end of November).

European Noises™ is the brain child of my fellow Historian, @jonasiegenthaler, so much credit to her.

Examples of Nico's European Noises™:

Exhibit A - the "oh" when Nico hears Bratters shots on goal stat

Exhibit B - the "oh" in reaction to Jack's first career hatty

Exhibit C - his big sigh before answering the question about eye black

Exhibit D - this cute little "oh yeAH" in the Team Switzerland locker room.

in essence, its just like noises Nico makes that have been generally named European Noises™: the "ohs", the "ahs", the big breaths, the deep sighs, the "huhs" etc. he makes a lot of them, so this is just an umbrella term.

I hope thats helpful!

[pixlokita]

CC: wait, so let me get this straight. You two are time travelers from the future, but the reason Mike is good now is because he was some friendly robot that protected you?

Gregory: nahhh, your Michael is just stupid

Michael in the background, laying on the floor because Gregory tied him up because he was way too suspicious: *..exotic butters..*

[moondirti]

DEE WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR HALLOWEEN

walking from midterm to midterm looking like this

[ink-and-dagger]

54 for some possessive terzo maybe? There's way too much good stuff on that list it's hard to choose

Will you take some soft possessive Terzo? I sure hope so cuz that’s what I’ve written

Papa Emeritus iii x Reader || Smut drabble || Soft possessive Terzo || Wedding night || Love-making || NSFW || MDNI

There are flowers on the floor.

An abandoned bouquet of midnight calla lilies and black satin dahlias, strung together with velvet ribbon.

And there are fine clothes too; embroidered silks in colours so rarely seen around the Ministry. New shoes, worn only once. Papal robes and ceremonial pomp. All of it strewn upon the ground like a trail of crumbs in a fairytale forest, leading not to some gingerbread cottage but to a canopied bed, adorned with gossamer curtains and dark satin throws, and two lovers tangled upon it.

You and Terzo move together like warm ocean waves lapping up sunsoaked sands. No rush, only leisure and bliss. Hands graze over shifting muscles, and soft, pleasure-filled sighs fill the space between stolen kisses. He’s pressed so close that you can feel his heart beating through his chest and straight into yours. It feels apt, today of all days.

“Mio cuore,” Terzo whispers, his breathless words collecting upon your skin as his mouth roves blindly over your cheeks, your lips, your throat, “Sei il mio cuore. Il mio tutto – senza di te morirei. Ti amo. Ti amo tanto. Tanto molto—”

His words melt into a ragged moan as he grinds himself deeper inside your heat. And you too gasp out his name, nails digging pink crescents into his back, and your legs hitching higher around his waist.

He pulls back only far enough to gaze down at you. A  warm, broad palm rises to cup your jaw, thumb sweeping to brush away the single, rapturous tear which clings to your lower lashes.

“Say it again,” he begs, like he hasn’t already spent the entire day at your ear any chance he got, quietly requesting to hear you repeat the two words since you first spoke them in the chapel.

“I do,” you breathe, “I do.”

Your hips roll to meet each of his quickening thrusts. His sudden intensity knocking the air from your lungs until all you can do is gape hopelessly up at him; gaze wide and imploring, swollen lips parted in silent plea.

“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?” He growls, dual-eyes dazzling with the sheer breadth of emotion contained within them, “Only me– O-only me—”

“Only you, Terzo,” you agree, cupping the back of his night-dark head, guiding his brow down to rest against yours, “Only my husband.”

His lips crash against yours, and you lose yourself to him completely.

Bare palms slide over your shoulders, up your arms to lace his fingers together with yours, and press your joined hands into the blankets over your head.

The moon smiles down upon you both, blessing your Union with her silver touch. It filters through the bedroom window and illuminates you both in a pool of ethereal light, and sets the matching bands on your fingers glittering.

Mio cuore. Sei il mio cuore. Il mio tutto – senza di te morirei. Ti amo. Ti amo tanto. Tanto molto. My heart. You are my heart. My everything - without you I would die. I love you. I love you so much. So much.

[rogdona]

OUUUUUU group projects my beloathedddd

[albatris]

it's nearly time for another

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧EIGHT HOUR TRAIN TRIP✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

so if anyone has any questions they want me to answer now is a superb time to ask them

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I miss soft dom jason, I just know in my heart he's fun to play wrestle with aka he just manhandles you for a little bit to flex

"What's the matter, Princess?" Jason teased, pinning your wrists above your head and letting you wriggle and squirm under him.

Flexing his thighs and biceps just slightly. Letting you feel how futile it was to struggle.

"I could make you afraid of me," you pout.

"You could," he acknowledged, not missing the way you made sure that your squirming left you grinding on him. "But if you make me afraid of you I could keep going."

You didn't feel afraid. Or uncomfortable. You felt a lot of things. And they washed over him making him feel too hot and overstimulated. "Jaybird," you whine. "It's no fun when you always win."

"I win even when you win," he chuckled, bending down to kiss your nose. "You're either under me or on top of me. Either way I end up balls deep in your pretty little cunt."

"I'm not naked," you point out.

"Never stopped me before," he purred, basking in the feel of you. You'd quit struggling and apparently, you decided to just go with it. Not wanting to be an active participant in your own seduction anymore. Content to be a pillow princess and make him do the work.

And that suited him fine.

[alicornze7]

Waow my ask got pinned

Anyways I would still like to request a silly ribbun scenario please :3

sure go ahead^^

Ask away my friends:D

I spent more time on this that I'd like to admit

this is so bad for a digital painting but I'm a traditional artist and I miss the feel of paper:(

btw context in tags

[lexxxiidenisee]

Please post those titties

you guys are so polite and thirsty today. happy thirsty thursday my loves

[falmerbrook]

wait could i ask you to tell me about what exactly is going on with bosmer gender roles? i’m so curious about that

Gladly, yes!

So they don't seem to be purposefully portrayed as having distinct gender roles, but I think there's some interesting things going on in their lore to make it seem like they would.

Firstly, there's the Silvenar and Green Lady. They are mean to represent the Bosmer not only as intermediaries on a political/diplomatic level, but also represent their characteristics, needs, and values ("legally, physically, and emotionally" according to UESP). The Silvenar represents their spirituality, and is deeply attuned and empathetic to the needs and voice of the Bosmer. He's the more diplomatic of the two. The main origin story of the pair puts him as someone who saw past the "primal" state of the Bosmer, and currently represents the more "civilized" side of them. Meanwhile, the Green Lady represents their primal origin, strength, and physicality. Many of her other titles portray her as a hunter.

It's interesting how it seems that the Green Lady is always a woman, while the Silvenar can be either gender (and whichever gender they are is mean to be the one that best represents the Bosmer at that time). A not insignificant detail though is that we have only ever heard of male Silvenars, and discussions of the Silvenar even in a vague nonspecific sense tend to gender them as male by default. This way of portraying them and their origin story to me makes it feel like the writers, while indirectly acknowledging that they could be a wlw couple, see them more as a straight couple representing the average couple by default.

Anyway, it would make sense to me that the Silvenar and Green Lady could easily represent the sort of roles expected from each gender. Perhaps men are seen as the more empathetic and spiritual gender while woman are seen as the more aggressive and strong gender. Perhaps women are more commonly hunters or breadwinners (meatwinners?). The Silvenar being able to be male or female adds another layer to this. Perhaps the traits that the Silvenar embodies are traditionally expected in both genders, while the traits the Green lady embodies are expected more exclusively in women. I'm speculating here, but I don't think it's much of a stretch.

In general, however, the Bosmer seem a lot more chill about basically everything compared to most of the other cultures we see in this universe, so if gender roles are present, they probably aren't as extreme or as enforced as we see in many cultures in the real world. While there are implication of misogyny in some of the other cultures of Tamriel, I can't remember seeing any example in the Bosmer.

Next, there's the whole thing with Bosmer men being shorter than women (on average), which in universe doesn't seem to ever be brought up as something the Bosmer care about or that might impact the way they view men vs women (although maybe women being larger would associate them more with strength? I haven't seen anything to suggest this yet though), but acknowledging that this is a fictional society being crafted by people who live in our society, where men being short is considered emasculating (to some), and the way Bosmer men tend to be characterized as somewhat dorky, Bosmer men are overall portrayed in a less masculine way (by irl standards). Certain parts of the fandom have certainly picked up on this implication, and it implies that the expectations of how men act might be different for them.

Finally, on some more minor notes, this book from ESO claims that "the clan lines[...] are matrilineal in nature". They seem to make a distinction from tribe and clans in this text so I'm not exactly sure what they are referring to, but it's something. Additionally, Y'ffre, the central figure of the Bosmeri religion, is in one book about Bosmer myth referred to as "she", while the other depictions of her in other pantheons always use "he". I'm referencing the citations on UESP for this, and there are two citations where "she" is used, one inaccessible so I don't know the context, and the other the Bosmer myth about the Ooze, so I'm choosing to interpret this as a Bosmer exclusive thing. Make of that what you will.

Thank you for the ask, anon, and giving me a chance to yap!!

[becca-e-barnes]

Hi Becca! I would literally die for you blog. It’s my go to any time I need some good self care😉. You’re incredibly talented!

But I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my head. It boils down to just Bucky and cock warming. Like the reader is on him begging for more but he is just having way to much fun playing with their clit to start moving. Making them cum on him with out thrusting once.

Just an idea I thought you might like. I love you work, have a great day!!

I'm really glad you've been enjoying my stuff so much!! That's so sweet!💗 and I keep getting told I can get ✨filthier✨ so I'd love to mess with this is little bit

Because I love the thought of Bucky making you start off with a dildo that's just a little bit smaller in size than he is. Maybe one of those dildos with a suction cup on the bottom so it's stuck on a wooden chair.

"Good girl, take it all." He encourages, kneeling between your legs, watching your cunt greedily swallow the toy. It's a sight he doesn't often get to see and he's really not sure why he doesn't make a point of watching it more often.

You whine quietly, feeling the toy bottom out. Your ass makes contact with the cool, varnished wood beneath you and you can't help but roll your hips a little, enjoying the feeling of the tip rubbing against your velvety walls.

"If I wanted you to fuck yourself on that, I'd tell you to. Did I tell you to?" Bucky's voice has a sharp edge that almost knocks you out of your daze.

"N-no... But-" You begin, trying to justify your movement but he cuts you off.

"No. So don't. I want you to keep your cunt stuffed and take what I give you." He watches up at you as he presses your knees apart, keeping his eyes on your face until he can't bare it anymore.

You gasp quietly at the feeling of his hot breath on your exposed, slick sex and there's nothing you can do but whimper at the feeling of his tongue gently grazing your clit.

Fuck, it's good. It's not long before he's licking you like he's starving, lapping and sucking gently on your clit before forcing your legs wider apart to lick your arousal from the base of the toy.

"Bucky, please. Please let me move." You didn't mean to sound so pathetic but with each lick, you get closer and closer to an orgasm you won't be able to stop. An orgasm you've been warned you're not allowed to have.

You're almost surprised he takes pity on you, giving you permission to get off the toy. He removes it from the chair and sits down in it's place, offering his cock as a replacement.

You sit back down as you had earlier with your back to his chest but you can't help but feel amazed at how much better his dick feels. He's slightly bigger and while that's nice, nothing beats the way he throbs inside you and the hot, breathy groans against your ear at the feeling of your body taking all of him.

"Such a good girl." He smirks against your neck, littering your skin with kisses between his soft praises. You feel one of his hands on your chin, gently directing you to look to your right, over in the direction of the full length mirror.

The reflection you're looking at makes your walls flutter involuntarily because fuck, you really are stuffed full of his cock and he's making sure you're not able to fully enjoy it yet.

With one hand still holding your head in place, making sure you keep watching, Bucky's free hand trails down between your legs, flicking and rubbing your clit again.

"Oh f-fuck." You whine, watching Bucky's smirk widen. You can't sit still. You just can't. You want to grind your hips and take what you need and in that moment, his pleasure and all the instructions he's given you come second. You need to get off, consequences be damned.

"Don't even fucking think about it." He warns, delivering one harsh slap to your clit. It's not overly hard but it's enough to shock you. "You know you're not allowed to cum. I want to feel this pretty pussy dripping first. Don't worry though. Once you're wet and messy enough, I'll fuck you stupid on the carpet, right in front of the mirror. Want you to watch yourself cum so hard you forget your own name."