#the daily deluge

[hannahbee12719]

Tagged by the lovely Thea @yoongihan 💛

Name: Hannah

Sign: Capricorn (but like Thea, not a stereotypical Cap lol)

Height: 4’11” (149 cm)

Time: 11:45 AM

Birthday: January 9

Favorite Band/Artist: BTS is my forever ult but I am a true multi-stan when it comes to Kpop

Last Movie: A Muppet Christmas Carol (this is the best iteration of A Christmas Carol and I’m not accepting any arguments at this time)

Last Show: the last show I finished was The Vow on HBO. I’m in the middle of Alchemy of Souls, Under the Queen’s Umbrella, and A Devil in Ohio on Netflix

When I Created this blog: June 2011 👵🏻 it became a Kpop blog in 2018 lol

What I post: mostly reblogs of my Kpop faves as well as bits and pieces of my other interests and my amateur edits lol

Other blogs?: I have a fic rec blog @hannahbee12719ficrecs (no minors please), a theme testing blog for the few icon/banner requests I get, and a super niche secret blog that I’m not the best at keeping up with 😅

Do I get asks?: Sometimes. They are mostly lovely messages from my beloved friends here and I cherish them so much 💛

Followers: 134

Average hours of sleep: usually between 5 and 6

Instruments: hand bells and trumpet

What I’m wearing: white shirt, red cardigan, jeans, and boots

Dream Trip: my bucket list trip is to watch the northern lights from a glass-roofed igloo in Finland

Favorite songs currently: Ooo there are quite a few lol. Dreamers - Jungkook, The Astronaut - Jin, 3RACHA - SKZ, Serenity - Xiumin, Wild Flower - RM with 조유진, i hate to admit - Bang Chan, all of Ateez’s The World EP 1 - Movement, Future-Perfect - Enhyphen

Tagging (only if you want to, of course): @jikooknoona @yeontan-my-love @sunshinerainbowsbts @teainthelibrary @parkdatjimin @isdokyeom and any one else who sees this and wants to participate! Be sure to tag me so I can gush over your interests with you ☺️

[hannahbee12719]

Me everyday after getting the news about the solo album:

[not-poignant]

Game Theory Vol 1 Edits - Chapter 4 - Threat

We have a new chapter title, as Desperation was split so that Gwyn can have a brand new encounter with Crielle and Efnisien together (and I think perhaps the first one we ever see).

In Threat, there's over 2400 words of completely new dialogue between our favourite toxic family, Crielle, Gwyn and Efnisien.

Here's an example of it:

‘It’s hard to even credit how peaceful the Seelie Court be without your meddling,’ Gwyn said idly. He wasn’t surprised to hear she’d been involved. It wasn’t the first time, it wouldn’t be the last. ‘The Seelie are righteous, noble creatures,’ Crielle said, ‘all that is good and wonderful in the world, but we do so hate to be bored, and woe be upon us, we have a boring King. It is not your fault, my darling, You have such a thin Inner Court, and Albion and Ondine are so often away, for neither of them are even land fae. If you’d only consider appointing a larger coterie? Perhaps someone in charge of social gatherings. You’ve not held a Summer Court in so long. It must seem only a temporary, fleeting thing to you, but our lives are long, and we do need our entertainment. Even if you were to hold a ball…or some sort of public spectacle. Even an execution, we have a villain right here within the walls of our very Court, and everyone would gather to see the each uisge brought low and then beheaded.’ ‘I cannot fault your creativity,’ Gwyn said. ‘Cracks me up, cousin,’ Efnisien said, eyes locked and deadly, ‘how you’ll slaughter anyone you want in a war but get all soft and squishy the moment you’re outside of one. Look, all your family is really trying to do is help you. Won’t you trust us?’ ‘Efnisien is right, Gwyn, won’t you trust us at all?’ Crielle said, in a soft, sorrowful appeal. ‘We are only trying to advise you.’ ‘I’ve learnt very well from my family not to trust anyone at all,’ Gwyn said. ‘It was perhaps the most valuable lesson I learned.’ Efnisien laughed.

These edits will not go into the AO3 version, but only the published version. They can be read early if you're in the Gary+Efnisien tier (or higher) on Patreon or Ream, complete with a full changelog so you can see exactly what's changing!

Game Theory Edits @ Patreon

Game Theory Edits @ Ream

If you're on that tier, you also get access to Constellations as well. :D

[wesawbears]

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[taintandviolent]

Knead ; Kit Walker x reader

summary: Kit hasn’t been coping well with Briarcliff life, and developed an unhealthy solution to the numbness he feels on a daily basis. You’re a perfect, beautiful part of his plan.

word count: 1.7K

w a r n i n g s: hurt, angst, depression, kind of whump, brief mentions of smut, female receiving, violence, fist fights and brief mention of injuries.

a/n: my first official Kit Walker fic!! requested by an anonymous!! anon; hope this is what you had in mind and I delivered!! I tried to focus more on Kit’s motivations and issues than the smut, so that’s why it’s a little lighter on the fucking this go round! I dunno why I struggle writing for Kit so much, aaaaah! also written at work, so usual apologies for any disjointed or clunky writing!!!

full fic under the cut! / ao3 link here! / I don't have a taglist, but please turn on post notifications if you want to be notified of future fics!

The storm raged on outside, a horrible deluge that had lasted days. Kit's dark eyes flitted to the clock on the wall. The hands ticked by but time never seemed to change. Not here. He needed to feel something. Anything. The days turned into weeks, weeks into months and nothing ever changed. He was an accused man, previously compos mentis, but with his surroundings, that title deteriorated gradually.

Kit Walker was losing it. Slowly, but surely. The cold, grey tone of Briarcliff was swallowing him whole, like a starved, but fading beast. Days were the worst - at least come evening, he could sleep. With sleep, came dreams. Dreams of somewhere else, dreams of you. Days were long and dreary, and Kit soon realized that the only thing that mattered were physical feelings. His mind wasn't a safe place to be. The truth of it was, Kit felt his fire burning out, and started acting out.

First, it was intentionally burning the biscuits. He was reprimanded and sentenced to biscuit duty for the next two weeks. Then it was sneaking out from the common room on repeated occasions, sulking along the hallways as though he wanted to get caught. Deep down, he did. Reprimanded again, and confined to solitary as punishment. But that afternoon, he craved something deeper. He needed something that would last, and Sister Jude had an unusual streak of mercy lately. It had to be good.

"Hey, sugah’."

Your tired hands stopped their kneading. You looked up, wide-eyed, with a smear of flour across your cheek. He didn't know it, but you'd had a thing - a silly little crush - on Kit Walker since you saw him in the common room during your first week. You'd heard the rumours, but every time you exchanged words, he was the nicest guy you'd ever met. Seemed like he had good, strong family values and manners -- which was more than you could say for most of the men you'd met.

Kit spotted the dash of white and reached out, wiping it away with the pad of his thumb. You really were one of the cutest girls he'd seen since Alma. It wouldn't be hard to do what he wanted... what he needed to do to feel again.

"Hi, Kit." You murmured, frustrated before returning to the pile of off-white dough. The last thing you needed was a distraction; the biscuits were already hard enough to get right, and Sister Jude was a stickler for them being made correctly.

"Whatsa' mattah'?" He could sense your irritation, and furrowed his brows. Maybe his plan wasn't going to work after all.

"I can't... get these darn biscuits right! Every time I try, they come out too hard and I'm just..." You grit your teeth and shoved the mound of dough away from your hands. "I'm so frustrated!"

"Dough duty, huh?"

You nodded, and pushed a strand of hair out of your eyes with your wrist.

"Here, sweethaht', lemme' show you. I've done enough of 'em to know how to do it right."

He was suddenly behind you, his arms stretching out to the table in front of you. He rested his hands atop of yours, and slowly began moving them, kneading them slowly. Much slower and softer than you had been.

"Just like that," he murmured, his lips close to your ear. "You gotta' be gentle with 'em... firm, but not too much... or they'll seize up on ya', makes 'em tough." His words were low and sweet, and you didn't have to try very hard to find another meaning to them. They evoked a deep, body-rocking shiver from your core. It travelled up your spine and made your teeth chatter. Kit laughed breathily behind you.

"Am I doing it right?" You whispered, your voice sweet and demure, laced with intention. "I have a tendency to wanna'... go fast."

"Slooow, sugah', nice n' slow. Othawise..." His teeth grazed your ear. "The dough won't rise."

Without warning, you rutted your ass against his groin, moaning aloud. You ground your ass against him slowly, just like he told you to. Kit made a fist in the dough over yours, forcing your hands deep into the flour. This was progressing faster than he expected. He hadn't known you'd be so willing to his advances. His cock twitched to life, tightening the front of his pants.

"You want it bad, sugah'?"

"I want it bad," you echoed. Suddenly, all worries of getting caught went out the window, you were no longer concerned about which Sister would find you - you just wanted him.

It had been weeks since either of you felt intimacy, felt that clawing hunger as it boiled in your core. You whimpered and dropped your head to his shoulder.

"Let me feel you, Kit... please..."

Kit ripped his flour-covered fingers from the dough, and reached back to his crotch, pulling his throbbing cock from his pants. He flipped the edge of your uniform up, and pressed his heavy cock against the curve of your ass. The sensation was indescribable, and he let out a throaty groan.

The hunger had him. The hunger, and the promise of punishment. Your body was soft and sweet like the dough in front of you two and had him going, that was undeniable, but the threat was what was really driving him forward. He needed to feel everything he could. He took hold of his cock, stroking it slowly against your ass cheeks, feeling the precum as it leaked into his hands.

Kit's free hand wrapped around your hips again, urging them backwards into his own. You whimpered, letting him take full control. Your fingers were still embedded in the dough, squeezing through the spaces between your digits.

With a deep sound, Kit slipped himself inside you. Your walls squeezed around him as he plunged himself as deep as he could, humping you hard. His thrusts were determined, but steady and slow. Just like he'd said...

You reached around to take hold of his soft brown hair, making a fist in the locks. He didn't care that your fingers were covered in flour, and it was falling into the collar of his shirt. He didn't care about anything except what he was feeling.

Touch-starved, it didn't take him long to climax. Kit emptied his load inside you, pumping it deep. You whimpered, rolling your lips inward to soften the moans. You were close behind him, and when he whispered in your ear, begging you to do it, you did.

Kit heard the heavy bootsteps before you did. But he didn't move. He was ready.

"Hey! What in the hell do you think you're doin'!?" The orderly bellowed, and Kit yanked his softening cock from you. Your legs twitched together as it left you, the slippery feeling sending another wave of pleasure through you.

Phase two of his plan was in action. Kit stepped in front of you, fists raised in front of his face. He pumped, and threw the first punch, making contact with the guy's cheekbone. He reeled back, touching his skin to see if he'd broken skin -- he hadn't. But he was going to pay for that.

Fortunately for Kit and his now-sick need, he hit him back, harder, splitting his lip immediately. You spun around, pressing your back against the table, covering your mouth in horror as the two men fought.

The man threw a hard left hook and Kit went down, falling to the cold cement floor with a thud. You could do nothing but scream, begging for him to stop. Through winces, Kit looked up at you and shook his head. To you, he was being noble. To him, he was revelling in the pain he was feeling and wanted nothing to interrupt it.

~

"Assaulting an orderly, Mr. Walker?"

"Yes, Sistah'. He looked at me sideways."

"He interrupted your fornication, is what he did." She sternly remarked. Kit swallowed, looking down at his feet. The punishment was coming - he wouldn't have been called into her office otherwise.

"Seems like he got the better of you." She gestured to him pointedly. He had, that was true. Kit had gotten a few good punches in, but the orderly was bigger and brawnier, and had walloped him as soon as he'd gotten the chance. The cut on his lip stung every time he spoke, and his ribs were definitely bruised from the steel-toed berrage that he'd endured earlier.

"Over my desk," she rasped. Kit was almost excited -- a disgusting, disappointing feeling that he knew, deep down, he shouldn't be feeling. But a feeling was a feeling and he had to ride it out, in whatever way he could.

"Sistah' Jude," he interjected, as he bent over the modest wooden desk. "I'm sahrry' for what I did but don't punish her. She didn't do anything. It was all me."

"Mr. Walker," she replied. "I'll do exactly as I see fit."

The first hit stung. She was using the wooden switch, and it sliced through the air with an audible thwip. It burned against his skin, sweltering hot heat coursing over his cheeks and the back of his thighs. Tears bit at the corner of his eyes, it felt so terrible. That was just it -- it felt so terrible. He hadn't felt this much in weeks.

She hit him again, just above the spot where she'd previously hit. Kit winced again, clenching his fists hard atop her desk. Another one, and the tears streamed down his cheeks. He inhaled through clenched teeth and exhaled hard through his nose with each hit. Sister Jude's kind streak had ended, and she was unrelenting.

Twelve hits later, she finally stopped. Kit was sent back to his room, welted and bruised all over, but hell... at least he felt something.

[trixies-aus]

My Pressure au, where basically Seb cuts a deal with one of the rival companies (deluge labs specifically), getting himself, painter, and my oc bea out of the blacksite. Dani is a new oc who works as a caretaker at deluge labs and gets the three of them placed under her care. Urbanshade gets word of this arrangement and attempts to break into the facility to ties up loose ends. After this, Dani takes the three of them to her home in a rural area, having a fake retirement and then they all just live there and the au continues woth their daily life. Also people keep catching glimpses of sebastian when he leaves the house and he becomes the local cryptid.

[hannahbee12719]

@jikooknoona

for @jung-koook ♡ [cr. namuspromised]

[dangerousduckcloud]

Flowerbeds make up for a nice eternal rest

Read it also on AO3

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied, putting the well-loved copy of the book back in the shelf. “What about you?” “Yeah, same.” He sat down on the couch, legs spread and elbows resting on his knees. “Hard to do so when you learn your whole life is a lie… Just ink on paper.”

I've been updating daily, however I've noticed the quality is not quite good sometimes (today, for example), so I'll be taking longer to update, maybe once a week/2 weeks or so, I'm sorry for this, but I wish to write something of good quality

Chapter 6 < > Chapter 8

taglist: @kurai-hono-blog

Fingers ghosting over the spines of the books, you're surprised to see so many titles familiar to you, from Lord of the Rings, Jurassic Park, all the way to Jane Austen books, some of them more worn than the others, a small smile creeping up your face at the thought of knowing just who read these books so many times.

A new question —added to the many that’ve appeared since you accepted you’re in some other reality— popped on your mind, if so many things in their world are similar to yours; people, social functions, historical events, what was so different that led yours not having superheroes and vigilantes? There’s no Gotham, no Metropolis, no Star City, nothing.

Did this mean they simply do not exist, or they just didn’t want to make themselves known? Here, everything started with Superman. If he existed in your reality, what made him not want to help people? Had he been captured by the government instead of the Kents? Had his ship landed someplace else? Are there other planets out there?

So many questions, so many possibilities, not a single answer.

The book authors are the same as your world; Tolkien, Crichton, Austen… Not just a coincidence in people here writing books with the same title, so it begs the question of a point you mentioned last night.

Does this mean there's another version of yourself in this world? Is there a different version of them in yours?

“You alright?”

It didn’t matter how many times you would hear that voice, it will always send shivers down your body, making your heart skip a beat. Turning around towards the voice, the early morning light deluged him in a pink-golden light, water droplets falling to the floor, he was only dressed in black pants and a tight black shirt that didn’t seem comfortable, his muscly arms threatening to rip it apart.

His unnaturally vibrant green eyes were more focused on the book you were holding —Little Women— rather than your face.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied, putting the well-loved copy of the book back in the shelf. “What about you?”

“Yeah, same.” He sat down on the couch, legs spread and elbows resting on his knees. “Hard to do so when you learn your whole life is a lie… Just ink on paper.”

“I don’t think it is.” With long strides, you sat down next to him, an ample space left between you two. “The fact that you’re here with me discussing about this mess should mean that you’re more than just a puppet created to entertain. You’re a human being, with feelings, thoughts, ideas… Who knows, maybe someone from your world came to mine and wrote your life story.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, of course. If you were simply the mere product of a writer, how could I be here, when I’m not?” This whole time he’d been looking at the floor, lost in his mind, finally turning to look you in the eyes. “I’m as lost in this as you are, but the one thing I’m certain, is that you’re real, Jason. As real as the moon and the stars.”

It was immensely evident something continued plaguing his mind, his eyebrows drawn and eyes unfocused, you knew how lost he must feel like, having felt the same just the night before, but whatever conclusion he came to, his face searched yours once again, a tired, tight smile on his face.

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Breakfast had been a chaotic affair, having to explain to the rest of the family present in the house what endured after you woke up in the cave, Tim and Cass having long gone to sleep after they were sure you were safe.

“So, we’re not real?”

“You are, just not in my world. At least not like this.” Your meal had long gotten cold, being bombarded with questions that left you no time to take a bite. “There are no vigilantes there. Also, I’m sorry, Tim.”

“What for?”

“I thought you were delusional.”

Everyone in the table laughed, with Tim throwing you a harmless glower, even Alfred coughing to hide his smile.

“This is intriguing.”

You nodded at Cass’ response, at last grabbing your fork to eat your cold scrambled eggs, attempting not to make faces at the taste.

“So…” Tim spoke once again after refiling his cup of coffee for the third time. “Everything that we’ve suffered, is all just because someone wrote it?”

All eyes were laid on you, your face pale and mouth dry suddenly.

You couldn’t say no, because you still didn’t know how this worked, and you didn’t think you’ll ever find out, was your world shaping theirs, or was it theirs shaping the stories you were shown?

But you also didn’t want to say yes, because that would mean…

Unconsciously, your eyes wandered over to Jason, eyes locking for a second, his neutral demeanor changing into a raised eyebrow.

“Why did I die?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Cass raised a brow as well, her words clipped. “You’re lying.”

It was way better when you still thought they were just crazy, with no interrogations to interrupt your breakfast.

“There… There was a poll.” Avoiding everyone’s faces, you spoke to the table, voice as small as possible, however, with them being the detectives they were, they still could make out your words, if the gasps were any indication.

“A poll?” Jason reiterated, outraged. When you looked up, green eyes filled with hate was the only thing you could focus on. “A poll to decide my fate? A fucking poll?”

“I—Jason, they—”

“They what? Why would they do something like this!?” His eyes were glowing, hands closing into fists. “I was fifteen! Why would you do this? Who the fuck would think of killing a teenager!?”

“Wh—Me!?” You stood up, chair dragging behind you. “Jason, I wasn’t even born when that happened! And—and from what I read; they didn’t even think they’d do it.”

“Oh, and that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

Tears were prickling your eyes, mouth left hanging open. He had every right to be angry, everyone would, however the hate directed to you was unwarranted. The rest of them were looking at you, faces unreadable, except Dick’s, his eyes red, but whether it was for the current situation or remembering Jason’s murder, you didn’t know, maybe it was both.

It was clear none would come to your rescue, too disgruntled and sorrowful on Jason’s behalf.

“What do you mean you weren’t even born?” Tim asked, his investigative soul winning against his feelings. Or maybe this was his way to deal with the pain. “You’re Jason’s age, you were fourteen.”

Sniffing, you cleared your tears with the sleeves of your shirt. “I don’t know how time works here. That happened in the… The eighties, I think. I was born in the 2000’s.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” He mumbled. “The years…” And without another word, he left the kitchen, quickly followed by Jason, although taking another path.

“Jason, wait.”

But your words fell on deaf ears. You hadn’t known Jason for a day, and he already hated you.

“I’m sorry.” Apologizing for everything you’d done and everything you didn’t, you walked out the kitchen as well, not a clear destination in mind.

[zorosdimples]

cw: angst. unrequited love with yuuji.

it’s his fucking eyes.

they’re rich honey, warm and cloying—a trap for a glutton like you. one look and you’re falling into their amber depths, sinking further and further until you suffocate, lungs full of sticky sweetness.

yuuji’s eyes are expressive, pulling you in when they crinkle with laughter and shimmer with tears; when they grow wide with surprise and harden with anger; when they soften with care and narrow with embarrassment.

but drowning hurts. the helplessness and regret you feel is overwhelming—another deluge in the already-stormy sea. and it happens daily. it’s impossible not to fall for his charms: his sun-warmed gaze, his boyish humor, and the freckles that dot his nose.

it’s his eyes that initially drew you to him. but your feelings are made worse by his easygoing kindness. he’s thoughtful; he has a knack for making even the plainest people feel special. he will lend you his jacket and walk you home and buy you snacks because he’s a good man—not because you’re special to him.

he’s just like that.

and you want to hate him. it would make life easier, to rue his name and to block his number. you wish you could forget that he exists. but you don’t think you could live without your best friend—even though you die a little death every time you see him with his partner, happier than you could ever make him.

[wol-fica]

-𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕦𝕖-

parings - jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary - both you and your lovely girlfriend wake up sleepy and horny ;)

warnings - oral (R receiving), descriptive make-out session, strap-on (R receiving), swear words used

MINORS DNI

———————

Mornings were always a blessing for you, especially after falling in love. Every morning you get the pleasure of waking up to the most beautiful woman in the world.

Jenna was always so intriguing to you. Her obsequious personality made for a very kind yet incredibly humorous aura that she produced. She always had something new and complimentary to say about you, in which made you all giddy and warm.

But under all the glowing comments she had, there was a peaceful dove that just needed you and your comfort. You were the part of Jenna that she was missing, and she didn’t even know it.

Every morning was the same for the two of you. You would always be up first, seeing that you easily fall asleep in the right conditions. Your morning consisted of you getting up, admiring how ethereal Jenna looked in the glowing sun, then heading to the bathroom to do your business and take a shower.

Currently, that’s what you were planning on doing. You had used the toilet and was now looking for your towel so you could do your daily morning shower, but you just couldn’t find it.

“Fuck.” You quietly cursed when you accidentally knocked a basket of laundry over. Jenna was an extremely light sleeper, but was weirdly a night-owl. Still, any kind of noise would stir her awake and that was the last thing you wanted to do since she required sleep to preform the best on set.

Holding your breath, you looked over to Jenna to see if she woke up; thankfully she didn’t, but she did in fact roll over onto your side and was now spooning your pillow.

You internally sighed in relief and went to clean up the spilled laundry. Once finished, you took the extra towel that was in the pile and went to go prepare for your warm deluge.

Carefully, as to not make noise, you started the shower to let it get warm while you brushed your hair to remove any unwanted knots. As you detangled your locks, you failed to notice the presence of your awakened girlfriend; that was until she flipped you around and sat you on the counter.

“Jeez Jenna!” You squealed, dropping the brush in surprise, “You fucking scared me.”

Jenna hummed, smile gracing her face as she moved in to kiss you. Your lips locked with hers in a tender embrace, her hands squeezing your hips as yours cupped her cheeks.

“Mmm good morning.” She parted from you to say before going back in for another kiss.

You sighed against her, your mouth opening slightly so she could infiltrate you with her tongue. Jenna pushed herself flush against you as your legs wrapped around her waist, a small mewl escaping your throat as she rubbed her hands up and down your sides.

“Jenna the shower.” You said breathlessly as her lips connected with your neck.

“It’s running, I know.” She replied, nuzzling her face against your skin.

“It’s hot..”

“Shhh…”

“But I need to take a shower-”

“Stop.” Jenna whispered, her hands finding their way under your oversized shirt to pull at the hem of your underwear.

You lifted your hips to help her pull the article off, laughing as she stuffed them a pocket of her sweatpants. She smiled and glanced up at you with her incredibly beautiful doe eyes; then she leaned down and spread your legs open.

Her delve was soft and loving, and the way she held you made you feel cared for. Her hands gripped your thighs and gently squeezed, letting you know it was okay to let go whenever you were ready to.

Your hand was in her hair, threaded into the thick locks that you loved oh so much. Shaky, weak breaths came through your parted lips as Jenna ingested your essence. She was hungry, clearly, but was so kind and patient with you.

Your orgasm came harder than expected, your hips bucking up and down as you came onto her face. She tapped your leg, a sign of appreciation and approval, and proceeded to carefully lick you clean.

“Honey…” You pleaded, grasping her hand to pull her up to you.

She laughed, infectious and sunny, and kissed your nose happily. Her lower jaw was covered in your juices but you didn’t mind; in fact you grabbed a hand towel and did your best to wipe it off, all while you both giggled like young school girls.

After cleaning her face, she tugged her clothes off and kicked them into the bedroom, throwing your discarded shirt along with them. She then helped you up and brought you in to the shower with her, gasping slightly at the water hitting her back.

“Too hot?” You questioned, reaching behind her for the shampoo.

“No it’s fine, I was just surprised.” Jenna replied, kissing your shoulder as you squeezed some shampoo into your hair.

“Wash yourself.” You stated, handing her the bottle before you began to scrub your hair clean of dirt.

She glanced at the bottle, looked up at you, and put it back on the shelf. You quirked an eyebrow but didn’t protest, so you moved her aside to switch places so you could rinse your hair out.

“You are so pretty.” Jenna purred, a sudden new lust clouding her eyes.

“Why thank you, you’re pretty cool yourself.” You shot back, rubbing your hands along your body as you rid your skin of any unwanted grime.

“I’m so lucky to be able to hold you.” She said, taking your wet hands in her own.

“As am I…” You quipped hesitantly, eyeing her up carefully.

“To kiss you.” Her lips landed on your cheek.

“To care for you.” Her hands slid down and cupped your behind.

“To fuck you.” She growled, pulling you into her chest.

“Jenna.” You groaned, putting one of your hands on her chest.

She licked her lips before suddenly picking you up again and leaning you up against the wall. You glared down at her, a warning look on your face that was telling her to slow down.

“Jenna.” You said more firmly.

“Relax, I got you.” She said while reaching outside of the shower curtain to grab something.

You watched with wide eyes as she retrieved a large strap-on, it was grooved with faux veins and was fully see-through, your favorite one. She smiled giddily, biting her lip as she hooked the harness around her waist.

“You planned this, you sneaky little..”

“Hush up, ‘m gonna make you feel good.” Jenna hummed before lifting your legs to rest on her shoulders.

The tip of the faux cock pushed against your entrance, ever so barely slipping in as you watched in anticipation. Jenna’s eyes scanned your face as she slowly entered you, stretching you out all while you whimpered in need.

“God you are so tight.” She purred, pressing herself against you as you were finally full.

You whined sadly, trying to move your hips for some sort of friction but was denied. Jenna chuckled at your attitude, nipping your cheek with her teeth before roughly thrusting against you.

“Mmph! God Jenna!” You moaned, throwing your head back as she gyrated herself into you.

Her thrusts were even and quick, the pace she set was just perfect for your bubbly need of being broken in. You felt the grooves and the veins, the way they rubbed on your walls and stretched you far was impressively perfect.

Jenna hissed in satisfaction, ruthlessly plowing into you as a means to satiate her ravishing appetite, and oh god was she feasting.

You were always enough for her, wether it was a long day after work or if she just needed to let her frustrations go, you were always the thing she craved for.

“Babe, babe slow down.” You keened, reaching down to place your hand on her stomach.

Her abs flexed under your fingers as her hips thrusted into yours, both of your skin covered in water and mixed juices. A pleased sob passed your lips but was immediately muffled by your girlfriend shoving her mouth against you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm washed over you, covering the strap-on in a sticky, off-white substance. Jenna hummed in approval, holding your hips tight against her own as she helped you calm down.

“Fuck…” You exclaimed breathlessly, your chest rising and falling fast.

“You okay?” Jenna asked softly, brushing a lock of wet hair out of your face.

“Mhm.”

She smiled, genuine and real, and let her forehead lean on yours. Always, without fail, Jenna would do that action after each time you had sex. She would hold you close and make sure you were okay, passing praise after praise to you.

“The shower is still running.” You noted, gazing into her eyes.

“I know.” She replied, not moving an inch.

“The water bill is gonna suffer.”

“I can pay, it doesn’t hurt me to.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, pecking her lips as you both enjoyed each others presence in the morning hue.

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[hannahbee12719]

@yeontan-my-love

The amount of love I have for these two adorable ones 🥺😭💖

[celestial-same-picverse]

This post is a centralized resource for all celestial same picverse blogs to use.

What is the celestial same picverse? It is a collection of blogs that post the same picture of a celestial object every day and a series of “mortals” that interact with these celestial blogs. Celestial bodies include the Earth’s Sun, Saturn, Halley’s Comet, the Adromeda Galaxy, and so on. There is a lot of roleplaying.

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This blog is not the be-all-end-all to the celestial same picverse. Things will likely change, and I probably won’t keep up with it all because I am only a single person. Furthermore, feel free to ignore any advice or best practices I suggest here. This is a fun tumblr community, not a workplace. There are no rules.

If any blogs in the community have a comment or objection to something in my posts here, feel free to contact me!

If you are a new blog, please contact me if you want to be added to the list.

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Best practices: If you are going to post a picture of the same object everyday, you may want to set up a queue of pictures so you don’t forget to post a picture everyday. How to use the queue: https://help.tumblr.com/hc/en-us/articles/231481827-Queued-Posts 

Many blogs in this community use the following tag:

# celestial same picverse

Welcome, and have fun!

My main blogs are @original-post-locator and @hygieiapides-the-vulgar.

@hateful-daystar is my celestial same picverse blog.

On occaison I will tag people for a “reblog deluge”, which are posts along the vein of “if this post gets 100 notes, I will clean my room. This specific list is for members of the celestial same picverse that don’t want to be tagged in these.

@same-pic-of-a-dictionary-daily

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Other celestial-same-picverse blogs:

@same-pic-of-the-sun-everyday

@same-pic-of-mercury-everyday

@same-pic-of-venus-everyday

@same-pic-of-the-earth-everyday

@same-pic-of-the-moon-everyday

@same-pic-of-mars-everyday

@same-pic-of-jupiter-everyday

@same-pic-of-saturn-everyday

@the-real-uranus

@same-pic-of-uranus-everyday

@same-pic-of-neptune-everyday

@steve-not-anon

@metal-frisbee

@earth-fan

@court-artist-under-the-stars

@not-10-salmon-in-a-png

@hateful-daystar

@same-pic-of-andromeda-everyday

@same-pic-of-halleys-comet

@same-pic-of-titan-every-day

@same-pic-of-callisto-everyday

@same-pic-of-eris-everyday

@same-pic-of-kepler-186f-everyday

@same-pic-of-haumea-everyday

@same-image-of-7-iris

@book-nonsie-not-anon

@same-pic-of-venus-every-day

@celestial-same-picverse

@same-pic-of-pluto-everyday

@same-pic-of-juno-everyday

@same-pic-of-polaris-everyday

@tomblrmartian

@same-pic-of-a-blackhole-everyday

@samepicofproximacentaurieveryday

@same-pic-of-the-stars-everyday

@alpha-centauri-everyday

@same-cosmic-cliffs-pic-every-day

@rose-nebula-always

@same-pic-of-makemake-everyday

@same-picture-of-europa

@the-real-earth

@same-pic-of-the-lagoon-nebula

@star-that-eats-the-sun

@same-earth-pic-everyday

@astrononymouss

@jupiter-fan

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Harry bounces and steps in time to a sugary pop song that seems to repeat the words "true love" every two seconds. In his peripheral vision he can see the twitch beginning to develop in Voldemort's brow, but he can't stop to laugh about that because he's going for the high score.

"I regret going out in public with you," Voldemort declares flatly.

"I can't hear you over how awesome I am~"

"You're ridiculous."

"I think someone's jealous of my moves," Harry taunts back breathlessly.

Even while focused on the screen and the deluge of arrows drifting across it, he can sense Voldemort's utter stillness. It's like he sucks the life out of the air around him.

When Harry finishes the level – high score achieved! – Voldemort says, "Step aside," in a deadly serious tone.

Welp, Harry succeeded in provoking Voldemort; now to see whether he'll eat his smacktalk or have blackmail material for the rest of his life.

Voldemort cues up the exact same song at the same difficulty level because he is a competitive arse. However, even having just heard the song and seeing Harry dance, Voldemort... well, the only real word for it is 'struggles.'

He's clearly not used to the flow of modern pop music and doesn't have Harry's innate gifts for movement and athleticism. He's also not nearly willing enough to look stupid in order to win. The result is akin to a train wreck – jerky, belated steps, flailing when he overcompensates in one direction then has to go in a different one, and a lot of creative cursing.

Voldemort holds his head high once he finishes, panting for breath, but mostly so he can avoid Harry's smug look.

"Let us never speak of this again."

"Uh-huh."

"Harry."

"Yes?"

"I will gut you if anyone finds out about this."

"Okay." He's telling everyone. He'll take out an ad in the Daily Prophet. 

[mariacallous]

In his face-off against Elon Musk, Philadelphia District Attorney Larry Krasner has already earned at least one important win.

A judge on Friday granted Krasner’s request to keep a civil lawsuit he filed against Musk and Musk’s pro-Trump America PAC in state court, rather than having it moved to federal court as the tech billionaire wished.

Musk, for his part, filed a motion seeking to quash any personal appearance he is ordered to make in court, saying that his attendance is unnecessary because the case is largely focused on actions of America PAC.

Earlier Friday morning, Musk had accused Krasner of engaging in a “rushed stage play” and a “spectacle” as he urged a federal judge to deny Krasner’s emergency request to keep the suit in state court.

Krasner sued the billionaire and his pro-Donald Trump America PAC over their pledge to give away $1 million daily to registered voters. Musk claims the giveaway is random, but Krasner alleges that Musk is intentionally targeting people in battleground states with an “illegal lottery scheme” meant to influence voters.

Musk has argued that Krasner must square off with America PAC attorneys in federal court because the lawsuit raises questions about a federal election and the federal laws that govern political action committees, not state matters.

Krasner is adamant that his lawsuit isn’t about whether Musk and America PAC are violating federal laws that ban vote-buying. Rather, the district attorney wants a state court, not a federal one, to determine whether the program violates Pennsylvania’s prohibitions against illegal lotteries.

Attorneys for Musk’s PAC filed a notice in the Eastern District of Pennsylvania federal court this week requesting to have the case remanded there. Explaining this maneuver in a brief filed Friday, a lawyer for the PAC wrote that the group’s expenditures are “political speech” and thus “entitled to First Amendment protections,” which is a federal jurisdictional issue.

But U.S. District Judge Gerald Pappert disagreed.

Musk and America PAC “have not identified any question of federal law that must be resolved in Plaintiff’s favor in order to prove either state-law claim,” Pappert’s memorandum states.

“Defendants argue the Complaint’s references to ‘the forthcoming Federal Presidential Election’ show the lawsuit necessarily raises questions of federal law,” Pappert wrote. “But federal question jurisdiction does not turn on a plaintiff’s motivations in filing suit; it turns on whether the legal issues arising from the claims originate in federal or state law.”

The ploy to have the lawsuit remanded to federal court may have been a boon for Musk anyway. The giveaway ends on Nov. 5, meaning that by the time the courts decide the next steps, the initiative will already be over.

The Justice Department warned Musk in a letter last month that he may run afoul of federal election laws against compensating voters, but Musk was undeterred.

Four giveaway winners are from Pennsylvania, a crucial swing state, according to a website for the program. So far, the PAC has given away a total of $14 million to voters who signed the petition that states they agree to support the First and Second Amendments. The website indicates that winners will be declared through Nov. 5. As of Friday, the site specified that those winners would be selected in Arizona and Wisconsin, which are also battleground states in the 2024 election.

Musk and Krasner were initially meant to face off in court on Friday, but the hearing was brought forward to Thursday. Krasner had asked to move the hearing to a more secure venue following a deluge of threats he said he received.

The DA accused Musk of amplifying inflammatory posts about him and the lawsuit on X, the social media platform Musk owns. In court records, Krasner showed Musk’s reposts from a user on X who claimed the DA knew his lawsuit wasn’t legal but “wants a leftist judge to stop it before Election Day.” Other users on the platform have threatened to come to Krasner’s house in masks and harass him.

Musk himself was a no-show at the hearing, sending his lawyers in his stead.

Attorneys for Krasner, Musk and America PAC did not immediately respond to HuffPost’s request for comment.

[hannahbee12719]

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.146 And so it begins

Chi Chi told us so many stories about Karmine as a baby, I thought I would never make it to bed. I hoped I didn't look crazy while I used every muscle in my body to keep my eyes open. If I was tired because of age, this adult stage and I were not going to get along. Around midnight, she finally left, freeing me to flee to my bed. I was cooked and didn't even remember changing my clothes. What I did remember was closing my eyes and being awakened abruptly minutes later by my phone. It didn't occur to me that it was too late for anyone to be calling because my brain was definitely still asleep. But I answered on autopilot. It was Mama. She said Dad had passed away and I should call her later to discuss funeral arrangements. I heard what she said, but I was too tired to really understand, so I said okay and went back to sleep, crashing harder than I ever had before.

I woke up feeling restless and sat on the edge of the bed, gripping my head in my hands, trying to make sense of it all, but I couldn't pinpoint what was troubling me. A sense of unease overwhelmed me because I had a nagging feeling that some unfinished business weighed heavily on me, but couldn't recall the details. I sat there, combing over my thoughts until it came to me. My dad was gone. I waited for something to happen, expecting a deluge of tears, a flurry of anger, a vast emptiness...something. But I felt nothing. How? Was this...peace? After all, we had a great, fulfilling relationship. I got to say goodbye. Was there really anything to be sad about?

Desiree called for me, so I shook myself out of my thoughts and made a bottle.

"Hey, sweetie. Do you remember granddad? He gave you your eyes. He taught me everything I know. He, uhhh...he's gone now, so he won't come see you anymore. It's okay if you're sad. Mommy and daddy are here for you."

I knew she had no idea what I said, but it just came out. Maybe it was my own inner dialogue, trying to convince me it was acceptable to display my emotions. Still, I felt nothing. After she was satisfied, I showered and waited for Sophia to wake up.

She giggled in her sleep a lot. I always wondered what she dreamt about and wished my sleep was as entertaining as hers. I loved her playful spirit. She might have tiny gray hairs sprouting here and there, and little lines creasing her face that weren't there before, but she was every bit as youthful and gorgeous as she was the first time I saw her. When she finally opened her eyes, she asked if I had been watching her, and I admitted to it.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"I love what I see."

"Good. What's going on?"

"I've been waiting to tell you something."

"What is it?" she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep. She slid from under the blanket and sat next to me with worry and concern written on her face. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"You need your rest."

"I'm fine, Luca. What's going on?"

"It's Dad. He's gone."

Her eyes welled up. At least one of us could cry for him.

"So soon?" As the news settled within her, her shoulders slumped, burdened by our seemingly sudden loss. "Oh, Luca. I'm so sorry."

She flew to me, squeezing even tighter than she did the other night, thinking I needed comfort, but she needed it too.

"I need to go to Mama's house for a few hours, but I'll be back."

"Of course. Take all the time you need."

Lately, it seemed all I did was leave Sophia and Desiree at home. I didn't like it, but that was daily life for many parents. Most men had jobs outside the home they went to every day and only saw their families at night. It was normal, but I still felt like I was abandoning them. I just wanted to be there with them, but life kept pulling me away.

I ended up at Dad's house on my way to Newcrest. I couldn't explain how I ended up there if someone asked me to explain it with a SimRay at my head, but there I was, standing on the sidewalk, gazing up at this place that used to be my home. It called to me, I guess, so I went inside and looked around. He didn't have much, like he said, but I was surrounded by so many good memories.

It occurred to me that I should look for his urn while I was there, but I never found it. I must have walked around that house three times searching for it, but it was nowhere to be found. How could we have a funeral with no urn? And if it wasn't there, where in the world was it? How would I be able to find it without knowing where he died? Defeat set in, but I refused to give up and hoped Mama could help me.

She met me at the door and threw her arms around me.

"I'm sorry for your loss, buddy. Can I do anything for you?"

"I'm oddly fine. Is that weird? I don't know if I'm at peace or I'm gonna fall apart later."

"It's not weird at all. One thing I learned from him and Mommy is sims grieve in different ways. Maybe yours isn't a loud, sobby grief. Maybe it's quiet and reflective."

"I went by the house. There wasn't an urn. How can we have the funeral without it, Mama?"

She averted her eyes.

"Ummm... You didn't find it because... Well...okay, he was here last night."

"He was...here?"

My second question was going to be what was he doing there in a suspicious tone, but he could have been hanging out with Alessia or helping with the babies. But he never once touched those babies, and he and Alessia didn't have that kind of relationship. And given how weird Mama acted, and how she'd been looking at him lately, and how much he'd been talking about her, my very educated guess was that neither Less nor the babies had anything to do with his late-night visit, and I didn't want to know anymore. Besides, now it made more sense why she was the one who called me.

"So, you have it then?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Okay."

"...That's it?"

"It's none of my business, Mama."

It was all hands on deck later when the taxing trio were unhappy all at once. Less was outside swimming, so I went and got her so we would be evenly matched. Arvin seemed to be the easiest one to care for. He had a rather sunny disposition, only crying when he needed something vs. his brother who cried for just about any reason. He seemed to be really sensitive but didn't enjoy being held for long. I knew he was going to be a handful. Breanna was rather calm, but man did she love to eat. I tried to put her down several times after feeding her, but she kept crying for more.

Alessia and I must have been alike in our grief, because she seemed relatively okay too, not that I expected her to be all broken up. She loved our dad in her own way, but their relationship wasn't like ours. When Mama passes, it might be a different story.