#twenty-seven

[rosewind2007]

Numbers in the 20-29 range in the Murderbot Diaries:

This is such an only of interest to me kind of thing, but I like the number 27 and I’d noticed that Martha Wells seems to, when looking for a number between twenty and twenty-nine, prefer twenty-seven too: or so I thought

There are fifty-seven (57) mentions of words involving the word “twenty” in the Murderbot Diaries. Given that from twenty to twenty-nine there are possible ten such words, if they were randomly distributed you’d expect about five or six of each. In fact there are twenty-one (21) uses of **twenty**, which is a lot more than you expect.

BUT! I was right that for a number which isn’t twenty involving twenty- then Martha Wells really likes twenty-seven: it comes in second with eleven (11) mentions!

Yay me!

The numbers may be a little wrong, corrections welcome 😀

[maenalshammaly]

3rd of September 1996 was the day I was born

Which means that now it's my birthday

The twenty seventh birthday

And I wrote this for this birthday

Suddenly you’re twenty-seven and you’re in a room full of strangers, asking yourself „how the hell did I even get here?“. The people around you mean nothing to you, at least not in the long run, and you feel more alone than you have in years. Briefly, you think about taking one of them home with you, but what if it leads to unanswered texts and new attachments you don’t want and what if it’s just mindless fun and leads to nothing at all? You’re scared it will matter in a few years‘ time and at the same time you’re scared it won’t. You look around the room, into all the happy faces, and you wonder what’s going on behind these façades. Because you know it’s not real. It can’t be. Because in two days, it‘ll be Monday again and you‘ll go back to a job you can’t stand, with people you only smile at because you have to. It makes you wonder if it’s all worth it - the pretending, the lying, the scheming for a way out. Because you’re twenty-seven. You know yourself better than you did ten years ago. You know what you’re capable of. You‘ve seen it every day for the past years. So why are you asking yourself all these questions? The only question that matters is: if I want something more, why don’t I just go out there and get it? Why don’t I fight for it and take the leap?

[numburgers]

[umblrspectrum]

"smaller mass" you say

[birrdify]

oh smg4 fixation how far ive fallen for you ............ hhi smg4 fandom waving nervously

[barbh]

What Do You See? (#27)

What Do You See? (#27)

Choose 4 things within 4 feet of you and write for 4 minutes. One sentence each. <><><><><> Stacks of paper, file folders, and three-ring binders are all over the place, evidence of a search for some elusive documents. 🔍 The paperwork must be completed in blue or black ink only. 🖊️ Will I ever see the top of my favorite oak desk again? 😁 At least my black leather, Lazy-Boy desk chair is…

[ekingston]

| Be Still My Beating Heart | rated E | COMPLETE |

“I figured maybe you were considering, you know.” Kara’s blush is adorable. “Partaking in some water, um, based—activities.” She stares at Lena for a long second after handing her the lube, seemingly short-circuiting at the sight of her turning the small bottle over in her hands. “Which, by the way, are listed at the top of, uh.” Kara scratches her nose. “Many articles on ways to relax.”

Lena bites back a giggle at the image of Supergirl standing in line at the pharmacy, frantically scrolling through Autostraddle’s 10 Sensational Self-Care Strategies That Will Really ‘Hit The Spot’! while waiting for the cashier to ring up her lube.

“How very considerate,” Lena teases. “And you don’t think this particular method will be at all counter-productive?”

Kara makes herself comfortable on the floor next to the tub, arranging the bottles of bubble bath for Lena to more easily peruse. “I don’t know,” she shrugs, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not like it takes a lot of hard work to get you off.”

-

In which Lena's physician challenges her to keep her heart rate from spiking for a single day, and Kara has some interesting ideas on how to best approach the situation.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie responds to a comment on one of his videos making a joke about Steve divorcing him with a video asking Steve what it would take for them to get a divorce. Steve with absolutely no hesitation answers with, “Three in one shampoo.”

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[owlbears-water-boy]

the whole fantasy high universe is so important to me. i love you fantasy high all years i love you the seven i love you depictions of religious trauma i love you positive depictions of queerness i love you healthy friendships of all genders i love you power of friendship i love you messy but ultimately loving families i love you total hatred of abusive families and people i love you the inherent loserness of being in high school i love you earnestness i love you aro/ace rep i love you stupid bits that are now parts of the world. god what a series.

[jinstronaut]

a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 520 (cr. 0613data)

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Praise Kink w/ MILF!Wanda Maximoff

a/n: okay y'all listen, this is kind of a dark fic but not really? still, i would read with a little bit of caution if you're sensitive to cheating. GUYS. you CANNOT blame me for the choices i made in this fic!!! this is pure fiction and i don't condone this AT ALL.

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The air was tense as Wanda bid her husband farewell, a loving smile on her face as she kissed his cheek and sent him on his way. But you knew better, even from where you stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes in the sink.

You were the boys' babysitter, though they weren't home seeing as though you just took them to their sports practices. Vision didn't find it strange that even though the kids weren't at home that you and Wanda hungout with each other. In fact, he rather found it a good thing seeing as though he worked a lot and his wife got the extra help.

And a good thing it was indeed.

After he finally left, the house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the delicate noise of Wanda's flat covered feet padding over to stand behind you. Her energy was dark and intense, like a predator stalking it's prey. Her hands rested on your hips as she kissed up the side of your neck, pressing her lips against your pulse point.

Your head fell to the side, a pleasurable sigh slipping from between your lips. Your scrubbing paused, indulging in the redhead's affections.

"I missed you, darling." She whispered into the shell of your ear. Her dainty hands trailed up the front of your plush body, undoing the button of your jeans to slip it inside the band of your panties. A gasp tumbled from your lips when the pads of her fingers met your damp slit.

"Ah— I-I missed you too." You breathed out.

Her fingers descended towards your clit where she drew tight circles around it. Your hips lurched forwards and her kisses on your naked skin grew harsher, playfully nibbling on your earlobe.

"Gah! Fuck!" You cried. Your hands now rested on the edge of the counter where the sink was built into, your digits digging into the marble and metal basin.

The first finger of a very long night ahead of you penetrated your entrance. It felt like their air had been stolen out of your lungs as she massaged the sensitive padding of your g-spot.

Her praise only came when you clenched around her, sucking her in further until she had no choice but to enter a second.

"Good girl." She purred. "You're taking my fingers so well." You mewled when she put her thumb on your clit, but now she drew intelligible shapes and swirls on it. With every press of her pad drew you closer to your orgasm.

"I can already imagine how fucking dirty you look right now." She swore. You could hear the smirk on her pretty red lips, which was now probably smeared all over your neck. "Letting me fuck you open in my kitchen, mhm." She tsked.

"Wanda…" You whined in embarrassment, even though it came out more like a huff. "It's okay, baby." She teased. You squeezed your eyes shut, the familiar coil of pleasure threatening to snap in your gut.

"Cum for me, my sweet girl. I want to you feel cream all over my fingers."

With one last cry, and a few helpless grinds against her hand, you came. It was like there was an extra layer of pleasure that washed over you, and because your eyes were closed, you couldn't see the fact that Wanda was using her abilities to enhance your orgasm.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda…" You babbled, your legs quivering and clit throbbing in overstimulation.

She removed her fingers only to rub up and down your slit, smearing your cum and arousal all over your mound.

As you came down from your high, you felt her puffs of air hitting your ear.

"Don't get too tired, honey. We still have that new toy to try."

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

You Love Me, Now Act Like It

Day #27 - You'll Be in My Heart | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Language, Mention of Weed | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Gareth/Di (OC), Previous Steve/Di (OC) | Tags: Bickering, Fools Being Fools, Love Quadrangle, Not Really, But Gareth Sure Wants to Whine About the Past a Lot

"Yeah, well, you've fucked my wife!" Gareth yells, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Every damn time? That's your only card to play?" Steve asks, not getting riled, not even a little bit. "You don't get to hold that over my head forever. You wouldn't have even met her if it wasn't for me. You're welcome, by the way."

"That's not true. You don't know that!" Gareth snaps, even if they all know that's definitely true.

"Well, technically, I'm the one that went over and said hello," Eddie adds, just to put a little gasoline on the fire.

"Eddie," Gareth says, a warning that he better take his side.

Eddie's not choosing sides in this dumb fucking fight. It's old news. 

Hopefully they both just simmer down.

They do not.

"And I'll dick her down again, remind her of what good sex actually is, if you don't shut up," Steve says, and Eddie has to turn around to hide his smile. 

Steve's choosing absolute violence today, and Eddie loves him a little bit extra for it.

Gareth explodes, and Steve is running, cackling. 

They fight like this all the time, and this is always where it ends up. 

Ten Years Earlier

"Is that Steve Harrington?" Gareth asks, and Eddie jerks his head over to where Gareth is looking. Son of a goddamn bitch, it is. It definitely is.

Steve's standing next to Robin, and has his arm slung over the shoulders of a girl Eddie doesn't recognize. Girlfriend, probably.

"I'm gonna go say hi," Eddie says, and Gareth rolls his eyes.

"Of course you are. He's got a girl, what do you think you're gonna accomplish?" Gareth asks, but he trails along after him.

"Don't know, don't care," Eddie says, and pushes his way through the crowd. He hasn't seen Steve in years, not since Hawkins, when he missed his chance. His window, when they were looking at each other, like…maybe? 

And he ran, too scared of what that could mean. For him, for them, for the band, if he tried to make a move.

Tonight though, he's older and not at all wiser, as he slides his hand along Steve's shoulders, over his back, and Steve jumps a little, turning to see who's touching him.

"Holy shit!" Steve says, dropping his arm from the girl's shoulders, and flings them around Eddie's neck, squeezing. "Eddie! What're you doing here?"

Eddie hugs back, "Playing tonight," he adds, nodding towards the stage.

"Awesome. That's so fucking cool, what a small world," Steve says, still holding on for dear life.

Eddie is the one that steps back first, he always is, however reluctantly, but he holds Steve's arms, looking at him, "You look great. You too, Buckley. And you as well, stranger," Eddie says, laying on the charm. Like he doesn't want to fuck her boyfriend. 

He definitely does.

Has always wanted to, if he's honest with himself, which he rarely is.

"Di," Robin fills in, when it's clear Steve wasn't jumping to introduce her. 

"Yes, sorry! This is Di. Diana. My girlfriend. I know Eddie from home," Steve explains, reaching over and taking her hand. Eddie sees her smile up at him. He hates her.

"This is Gareth," Eddie offers, resting his arm across Gareth's shoulders, so he isn't tempted to touch Steve again.

After the show, Eddie leans against a wall, head close to Steve's face, so they can hear each other over the music.

Gareth's on the couch, sitting between Robin and Diana, his back turned on Robin as he talks to the pretty girl he doesn't know, instead of the lesbian he does. Robin looks less than thrilled with the direction the night has taken. 

Then, Jeff and Goodie are standing over her, holding out a joint, an offer. And Eddie smiles as Robin nods, getting up and following them.

"If you're gonna be in town, we should, I don't know, catch up. Go on a double date or something," Steve says, and Eddie finds himself nodding before he even realizes what he's agreeing to.

A double date? With who? And that's when he realizes that Steve thinks he's with Gareth, which, no. But if that gets him out with Steve for the night, sure, why not? Eddie wants to spend a little time with Steve, before Steve's gone again, maybe to be seen in ten more years. Five, if Eddie's lucky.

Later, Steve and crew gone, Eddie corners Gareth, "We're going on a double date."

"With who?" Gareth asks.

"Steve and his girlfriend," Eddie says.

Gareth cocks his eyebrow, "Well, I sure hope you mean that I'm going on a date with Steve's girlfriend."

Eddie laughs, he wishes.

"I mean, if you can make that happen, kid, you'll never have to buy another beer in your whole life," Eddie says, slinging his arm over Gareth's shoulders, "It's just one night. Do it for me?"

"Fine, but this is stupid. And I hate you," Gareth says.

"You love me," Eddie answers, "now act like it."

Present Day

Eddie finds Gareth sulking by the bar. 

"Stop letting him get to you, that's why he does it," Eddie says.

"I know," Gareth grumbles.

"Does it really bother you that much? Di loves you, kid."

Gareth smiles, "I know. But, I don't love thinking about it."

"Then stop thinking about it," Eddie advises, "You're the one that always brings it up."

"He put his dick in my wife!"

"Recently?" Eddie prods.

"No," Gareth says, pouty.

"Then think about how many times he's put his dick in me since then," Eddie says.

"Thanks for that mental image," Gareth says, then looks at Eddie, with a shit-eating grin, "I could use a beer to help fix this atrocity your boyfriend has committed against me."

Eddie laughs, but opens his wallet. 

Sure, he's had to buy a lot of beer over the years, and Gareth didn't really steal Di from Steve, that fizzled on its own, but it's still been the best deal Eddie's ever made.

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[queerweewoo]

Twenty-seven seconds.

Buck had counted each terrifying one of them. Those moments, between one to the next, they'd felt like entire lifetimes.

Twenty-seven seconds.

The length of time they’d held each other's steadfast gaze through the glass that separated them; he and Eddie in different rooms yet locked together in a shared, living hell.

Twenty-seven seconds.

It was how long it had taken the CDC doctors to inspect Eddie's hazmat for rips or holes as they'd checked in minute detail for any place the toxic substance could have breached the suit and reached Eddie's skin.

Twenty-seven seconds.

That's what it had taken, in the end. Barely a half-minute—not the full four, as that psychologist from New York would have the world believe.

Buck had read about it in a Big Think article one time:

‘Holding four minutes of sustained eye contact with another person is a sure-fire way to fall in love.’

There had been some other stuff in there about asking a series of tailored personal questions before beginning the looking part of the experiment, but he and Eddie already had six years worth of personal.

No two people on earth knew each other the way Eddie knew Buck and Buck knew Eddie—and although some folks would say that couldn't possibly be true, Buck didn't give a damn about a single one of them.

Twenty-seven seconds.

And Buck knew that Eddie was just as in love with him as Buck had been with Eddie for those six years they'd spent by each other's side. Or, at least, Eddie was in love with Buck now; Buck was sure of it, after the terror he'd seen in Eddie's eyes that was reflected in his own, when they’d each thought they might be about to lose the other half of themselves.

Twenty-seven seconds.

It was more than long enough, after everything they'd been through together.

Twenty-seven seconds.

Then the doctors had given Eddie the all-clear and the pair of them had burst into relieved, happy-tears.

Buck had already speed-dialled Carla (they'd taken Eddie's mobile from him) because he knew Eddie needed to hear Christopher's voice—they both did—and Buck handed the phone to Eddie as soon as the doctors let Eddie tear his way out of that awful room that Buck never wanted to see ever again, for as long as he fucking lived, and they'd held back the tears as best they could, for their boy's sake, while they chatted on speakerphone just like it was any other day, about Eddie's shitty cooking and which Lego structures they were going to build when they got back home.

Because that's where they both knew Buck belonged: With Eddie and Chris. The three of them, at Casa Diaz.

Together.

Twenty-seven seconds.

That's how it began.

Twenty-seven seconds.

With those three words.

“Twenty-seven seconds... Eds, that's how long it took me to realise how stupid I've—”

It took Eddie's hands no time at all to find Buck's face and pull it down into his own, Eddie pressing his lips to Buck's and kissing twenty-seven seconds and six years of pure, unadulterated love into them.

Twenty-seven seconds.

Until they were uttering those other three words to each other, over and over again.

They cried more, and laughed about it.

Then they kissed more.

And if Buck had to hazard a guess at how long it took before Hen and Chim and Bobby were able to pull them apart, trying their best to admonish them through their fits of giggles?

Twenty-seven seconds.

Or thereabouts.

[taesanrot]

shinyu (tws) x reader | 0.2k

music played softly from the speakers of your laptop, it and the rest of your study materials long forgotten on your desk.

you sighed in bliss at the feeling of shinyu's lips covering yours. your arms wound around his shoulders, keeping you steady as you rested on his thighs. his hands roamed your sides and back, the way he was teasing and playing with the end of your shirt was making your head spin; you were practically melting into him.

you detached your mouth from his with a soft pop and watched him slowly open his eyes, his hooded gaze making you shiver.

he was beautiful, brown hair tousled from the friction of your hands and the headboard that he was resting against. his lips were as plump and bruised as yours, blooming red and pink and purple. his hand came up to trace the line of your jaw, curling a tendril of your hair behind your ear. your hot breaths intermixed as he pulled you impossibly closer, placing wet kisses down from the shell of your ear to your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder.

he felt like heaven against your skin. and you whispered into his hair that you wished you could stay like this forever. his free hand found your own, wrapping his fingers around yours and you knew he wanted nothing but the same.

[moonshynecybin]

him trying to get pedro and jorge to dance with him on the podium and them saying FUCK no with the detached politeness only a distant workplace acquaintance can muster… girl you may win grand prixs and championships but your peers are NEVER gonna play with you at recess and for that i am sorry

[boynextdoors]