#you got it you got it bad when you ride a bike backwards and you smile like that

[gravity-knight]

Ok I just watched ep 5 and I take back what I said about this show going bromance bait

GGooLL kept teasing and after watching one and a hundred my expectations were low

But this

There is no hetero reason nor bromance excuse for this

I’ve never seen a guy who’s just got told he’d be financially cut off from his family so happy

[tinylilacbun]

Hiii!! I'm sliding in your inbox sweetheart🤭 first of all I hope you're doing good🫶🏻 I was wondering how do you think brother!rafe would react if his little sister asks him to teach her how to swim? (Cause I'm might be writting a drabble about it🙈💕)

I'm doing great!! Thank you for asking sweetie I hope you're good as well! Love youuuu ����🫶🏻 I just had to write a drabble myself because this thought is so cute but I can't wait to read your version if you write it!! 🤭💕

"Rafey! Rafey!" You shout, your bare feet slapping loudly on the floor as you run towards your brother's room, pushing his door open.

Rafe was laying on his bed, phone held above his face and lifts his head just as you reach the side of his bed. "What did I tell you 'bout knocking?"

With a huff you go back to the open door, knocking a few times. "Can I come in now?"

He shakes his head with a smile, dropping his head back onto the sheets. "Sure, kid. Come on in."

Not needing to be told twice you rush over to him, climbing onto his bed and throwing yourself on top of him. He grunts, putting his phone to the side, furrowing his brows at what you're wearing.

"Why y'wearing your swimsuit?" He asks, his hand hovering behind your back as you sat up just in case you fall backwards.

"Wanna learn to swim!" You grin.

"Okay? And what do you want from me then?"

"I want you to teach me." You smile brightly at him.

"Wha- nah, I ain't got the patience-" He starts but you whine instantly.

"Pleeeeease!" You beg him, mustering up your best puppy eyes.

Rafe sighs, he supposes he could try and teach you for a bit since he doesn't have anything better to do because his friends are busy right now. "Fine. I'll be outside in a minute."

"Yay!" You cheer excitedly, clambering off his bed again and rush out of his room.

He simply chuckles, getting up as well to put on a pair of swim trunks.

Outside you are patiently waiting for your brother, sitting by the edge of the pool and swinging your legs in the water. Soon enough Rafe comes out, wearing his blue trunks and sunglasses.

"A'ight, let's get this over with." He says, getting into the water to stand close to where you are sitting and reaches for the pool noodle. "We'll start with this. Just do what I say and you'll be a pro in no time, got it?"

You nod, putting on your goggles before slowly sinking into the water, quickly grabbing the noodle to not drown.

After Rafe teaches you the techniques on how to move your arms and legs for a while, letting you try it on your own with the security of the pool noodle a few times but now it was time to try it without any help.

"C'mon, just swim here." He encourages you, motioning you to swim towards him with his hands.

You hold onto the edge, suddenly unsure and a little afraid of letting go. "Rafey, m'scared!"

He rubs a hand over his face. "I get it, okay. But I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise. I'll tell you what, if you swim over to me now we'll go get ice cream afterwards, deal?" He suggests and you think for a moment.

With a nod you take a deep breath and start swimming towards him, moving your limbs just like he taught you.

"Just like that. Keep going, you're almost there." He smiles, cheering you up a little.

Eventually you reach him and Rafe grabs you under your armpits when you're within his reach, spinning you around in the water one time. "You did it! See, wasn't so bad huh?"

You giggle. "Thank you Rafey..."

"Not for that kid. I'm proud of you." He says softly, now secretly glad you asked him to teach you. Wouldn't be the first time something like this happened.

The first time you walked? Was towards him when he came home from the country club. Riding a bike? Rafe was the one who patched up your knee when you fell. And now he teached you how to swim.

"Now we get ice cream?" You ask, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, let's go. You deserve it."

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For everything:

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For Rafe:

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[getosprettyboy]

Line Without A Hook

Pairing : Takashi Mitsuya x Reader

Tags : love confessions, pinning, fluff

Summary : Takashi Mitsuya has his first major crush on you and tries to confess to you.

A/N : hope you enjoy this XD

Takashi Mitsuya has a crush on you and dammit is he mad about it. He can't do anything without remembering their face, their laugh, and their oh so gorgeous soul. He starts to turn red just at the memory of them. He is quite sure that all of this is probably their fault.

It's 100% their fault.

Why did they have to be beautiful? Why did they have to have a melodious laugh? A smile that could light the whole world, they were so kind, compassionate and empathetic to all. You were so perfect.

How could you fall in love with a boy like him? He couldn't give you what you deserved. All he could offer you was his heart, mind and soul, but was it enough? You deserved the world, the moon and the stars themselves

He still remembers the day he first saw you. Mikey introduced you to the gang and added you to Mitsuya's division. You were such a social butterfly, getting to know everyone and everyone liking you back, he thought how could a kind faced person be in a gang but when he saw you fight you were ruthless, your fists and kicks were strong and he meant like really strong.

After the fight ended you went to Mitsuya to check on him. Later you even nursed him at his home and met his sisters who loved you. He remembers how you so carefully nursed him.

"Your knuckles are badly bruised Mitsuya-kun." You softly spoke.

"Ouch!" Mitsuya exclaimed, taking his hand backward.

"C'mon give me your hand, are they really hurting that much?"

"Yes."

"Aww poor baby.” You coo.

“Why don’t you kiss the pain away?” He said jokingly, grinning

You took his hand.and brought it to your lips and softly kissed each of his knuckles. You looked at him with a grin on your face while his cheeks were tinted pink.

“There. Better?”

Mitsuya looked away from you, “Yes.”

You laughed at his behaviour, poor boy was blushing just by a kiss.

That moment for some reason really got into his brain and he kept thinking about it from time to time.

He has no idea if you like him or not but confessing to you is worth a try, But here’s the thing, he tried to confess to you, multiple times, but each time he did try to tell you about his feelings his plans got spoiled by one way or another.

Like this one time both of you were going on a bike ride with no destination in mind. His body felt hot with your hands around his waist. You both reached a scenic overlook, it was soon going to be dark and the sky was painted a beautiful orange with darkness sweeping close and you could see stars starting to appear, everything was quiet and peaceful. 

“This is the perfect time.” He thought.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

“Yes?” You looked at him with eyes that twinkled like the stars.

“Umm… This has been on my mind for quite some time and I wanted to-”

“Well, if it isn’t the 2nd division captain, Takashi Mitsuya from the Tokyo Manji Gang.” Some guy said. Behind him were six more people.

“Oh fuck.” Mitsuya thought.

And that’s how Mitsuya got interrupted while confessing his feelings for you and got roped into a fight with a gang which he has ever heard the name of before.

Another time was when you and Mitsuya were in his house and you were playing with Mana and Luna when Mana went to her room to show you something and Luna went along with her sister. Mitsuya saw this as another opportunity to tell you about his feelings.

“So Y/N-” He was interrupted by a scream coming from his sisters’ room. They both got up to see what was going on. When they reached the room they saw that the blankets had fallen over Luna. Mitsuya took a breath of relief that nothing bad had happened to them but damn did he miss his opportunity.

One time he took you out for coffee and you agreed but when he was about to confess Mikey came into the shop with Draken and after so rudely interrupting Mikey had the audacity to ask him “Why the long face Mitsuya?”

Being disheartened he exited the cafe, maybe he’s not the one he thought. After walking some distance he heard his name being called. He looked back to see you running up to him.

“Can we go somewhere a bit secluded?” You asked him and he agreed.

You both walked till you both reached a park near your house. Both of you sat on the swings. You took a deep breath and spoke.

“Mitsuya, I don’t really know how to say this but I like you, like really really like you. You are smart, funny and a wonderful person. You also are so beautiful. I like you so much, you mean a lot to me. So is it possible if we could possibly start dating?” You asked, your voice unsure as your leg fidgeted.

He looked at you with eyes wide open. He has been trying to confess for nearly two months and you did it in one go.

“Are you joking?!’ Mitsuya exclaimed.

You looked down with a visible frown on your face. “I knew you didn’t like me. Well, it was worth a try.” You got up and started walking towards your house.

Mitsuya runs towards to catch up to you because he can’t believe that the person of his dreams just confessed to him. He grabbed you by the wrist and made you turn towards him.

“I like you too Y/N L/N.”

[starkstruck27]

Day 3 of @harringrove-flip-reverse-it . This is the one that was hardest for me, especially because I kept bouncing around ideas, starting them and then changing my mind. This is the final product and I hope everyone likes it, because it's another short and sweet one. Prompt: Angst - Scars Title: I Start to Sing and Cry and then it Makes me Laugh, Man Word Count: 936 words TWs: Scars, talking about scars, but nothing too graphic or relating to abuse

“So, what’s this one from?” Steve asked, pointing at a line of whitish, kind of puffy skin on Billy’s upper arm. It was a sunny morning in April, and Billy had spent last night at Steve’s house. They hadn’t been awake for long, even though it was almost 10:45, and since it was just them in the house, they decided to laze around in bed for as long as they pleased. But apparently, Steve was chatty when he first woke up, and now he was talking Billy’s ear off about anything he saw. For the past ten minutes, he’d asked Billy about the scars that littered his body, and despite kind of wanting to just go back to sleep, Billy told him about each one.

“That one I think I got when I was…” he yawned, “Maybe six? I was cooking with my mom, and she always had a stool for me to stand on so I could reach the counter and stuff, and then one day I lost my balance and fell into the stove. Burned my arm pretty bad.”

Steve smiled sympathetically before leaning down and kissing the scar, just like he’d done for all the ones before it. It sent a shiver down Billy’s spine, and he couldn’t help but smile contently as Steve laid his head back down on his chest.

“How ‘bout you, pretty boy?” Billy said before Steve could find something else to ask about, “You got any scars?”

“A few,” Steve replied, shifting a little so he could show them. He lifted his right leg up and out of the blankets and pointed at his kneecap. “I was probably like eight, and I was riding my bike with Tommy, and there was a pretty big stick in the path we were on. Tommy saw it in time, but I didn’t, and I fell off my bike, hitting one of the pedals on the way down. Tommy ran and got his mom, and next thing I know, I’m at the hospital, getting my knee sewn back together.”

Billy sat up a little and kissed Steve’s knee, right on the scar, just like he’d done for him all morning. He smiled after and leaned over Steve, finding his hand and dragging him into an upright position as well, despite their heads almost bonking together.

“Okay, lightning round,” he said, “Anything we see we can ask about, and we have to go as quick as we can and see who ends up laughing too hard to keep going first.”

“Sounds fair,” Steve said, then pointed at Billy’s eyebrow, “What about that one?”

“A fight in seventh grade,” he answered. “That one?” He pointed at Steve’s collarbone.

“My grandma’s cat scratched me.” He tapped Billy’s left shoulder.

“Max threw a shoe at me.” He suppressed a giggle at Steve’s face, and instead pointed at Steve’s ankle.

“Dustin’s bike had a loose spoke and it cut me.” He said, pointing to Billy’s thigh once he got his face back under control.

“I fell backwards off a swing set,” Billy said, pointing to Steve’s upper lip.

“I was learning to walk and I fell headfirst into a glass coffee table,” Steve couldn’t help but chuckle, and Billy must’ve been imagining it playing out, because he erupted into a laughing fit that only ended when he leaned forward and kissed Steve, though his smile was still there.

“I’m glad my being in pain as an infant amuses you,” Steve mumbled as they parted, their foreheads resting against each other.

“It’s not that, it’s just that you told me before that the coffee table in your living room has been there since you were born, and how your big ass head managed to fall into it and not shatter it is beyond me,” Billy continued to laugh, and Steve shoved him back a little.

“You’re so mean to me,” he grumbled, but Billy wasn’t having it.

“Oh, I’m just playing with you,” he said, then took Steve’s hand and placed it on his lower back, just above his ass. “If it makes you feel any better, I got this one by jumping on a bed at my aunt’s house, which I then broke.”

“How did you break a bed?” Steve smiled, despite his best effort to try and stay pouty.

“I was a chubby kid, and the beams that were supposed to hold the mattress up snapped after I jumped on ‘em too long,” Billy grinned. “And even after that, I didn’t learn my lesson, I did it again with the other bed in the room. My aunt and my cousins were pissed.”

Steve just stared for a second, but as soon as Billy started to laugh, he couldn’t keep his own giggles contained. They laughed so hard their sides hurt, and they fell back down on the bed until the fit was over. Steve turned his head and looked at Billy, and with the sunshine dancing through his hair, he looked so young and cute and playful, he became overcome with fondness for him. 

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Billy asked, his smile still shining.

“I’m thinking that I don’t care if you’re a little mean to me sometimes, I love having you around, and I’d like to keep you here as long as I can. As long as you promise not to break my bed, that is,” Steve smiled, caressing the side of Billy’s face.

“The best I can do is to promise not to break it by myself,” Billy said, “But if you’re with me, all bets are off.”

“Okay,” Steve chuckled, “That’s fair.”

[writeandsurvive]

Well, @mandy426, you asked for it, so here you go. Hope you'll enjoy it! 🫣 Inspired by the picture below (because how could we not?)

Summary: Alden comes home one night in his undercover outfit

Warnings: nsfw, established relationship, wall sex, piv, unprotected sex, undercover!Alden, biker!Alden, kinky reader ig?,

Undercover ~ Alden Parker

Alden was very clear from the beginning; his job takes a lot but doesn't give much. You were okay with that as you'd have dealt with whatever, just to be with this man. You did underestimate how bad it could be though. The long hours, the physical and emotional exhaustion he deals with, the missions away from home, and more. There were definitely hard times, where you wish Alden had a boring 9 to 5 job, but you immediately felt guilty thinking this. He obviously loves being a federal agent, and you do admire him for it.

The worst was kissing him goodbye in the morning and not knowing if you'd see him again. But there's nothing you wouldn't do for this man, so you learned to deal with this fear and anxiety and make the best of the time you have with him.

Eventually, something new came up; Alden was going undercover. He didn't say much about it, just that he probably won't be home much, and if somehow you run into each other in town, pretend that you don't know him, unless he comes over to you. Honestly, you hoped this wouldn't happen.

He's been undercover for two weeks and you had barely seen or heard of him. It was hard, but luckily, his best friends Tobias and Jeremy have been giving you updates on Alden, they kept checking on you, spending evenings with you. Plus, you have a supportive family who's always there for you.

When you heard the sound of keys opening the door, you actually got scared for a second, forgetting that your partner had the keys and could come home whenever he could. You stood up from the couch to meet him at the door, but you stopped as soon as your eyes laid on him. It didn't look like your Alden at all.

"Honey, hey!" He rushed over to you and hugged you tight. "I can't stay long, but I'm missing you so bad."

You hugged him back, still quite puzzled. Your nose was buried in a leather jacket you've never seen before. Alden let go just enough to kiss you. "Are you alright?" He asked, stroking your cheeks and looking at you from head to toes. "Baby?"

"Are you undercover as a biker or a hipster?" You looked more at the leather jacket, the black hoodie under, the beanie on his head, the full beard - he only had the mustache since you met - the boots. You've never seen Alden dressed like this before, and you never imagined he would. But damn, did he look even hotter.

"Oh, yeah, um. Biker, actually. I know it doesn't look like me."

"Are you riding a bike?"

"Isn't what bikers do?" He chuckled. "Plus, I had my biker phase in my early twenties, so I'm not entirely new to this."

"Y-you did? How come you never told me? Or shown me pictures?" You exclaimed, sounding like you were upset.

He laughed a bit more, "I don't know, it never came up. My fam hated it."

"I don't care about your family! I wanted to know!"

Alden got closer to you again, putting a strand of hair behind your hair and softly brushing your skin that was turning pink. "Is this look turning you on, baby?" He whispered in a husky voice. He was smirking, clearly aware of the effect this was having on you. You were blushing even more and you swallowed thickly.

"Maybe." You whispered back.

Then he grinned as his hands traveled south, roaming over your breasts. He leaned over, pressing his forehead against yours. "Not necessarily what I had in mind, as I just needed to see you, but I'd be damned to deny you."

You were the one who reached for the heated kiss. His beard was probably hurting your skin but you couldn't care less. You stroked it before enjoying feeling the leather under your fingers. Alden made you walk backwards until you were pinned against the wall. His lips and tongue found that sweet spot in your neck, earning a loud moan from you. You wrapped a leg around him, his hands traveling under your - his - shirt to find you braless. He growled and played with your tits, still ravaging your neck, jaw and lips.

"Alden, I need you." You whimpered, rubbing yourself against the bulge in his jeans.

"I suppose I should keep the clothes on?" He chuckled, freeing his cock and giving it a few pumps.

"You better."

Alden got rid of your night shorts, and took advantage of dropping on his knees to kiss your intimate parts and gave a few licks on your clit. His beanie flew to the ground as you held onto his hair. The beard was giving more sensation than just the mustache.

"You taste so delicious." He got back to his feet, and held one of your legs up. "Ready for me, babygirl?"

"Yes, always! Fuck me, please!"

He didn't need to be asked twice and found the perfect angle to slip his length inside you. Both crying out, like you hadn't had sex in months. Alden gave you time to adjust before pumping in and out of you. "Fuck baby, you're taking me so good."

It wasn't romantic nor sweet, but rather rough and animalistic. You were trapped between his strong body and the wall, and loved every second of it. It wasn't long until you were cumming, shouting his name over and over again, holding onto his hair and the leather jacket. It was all he needed to cum deep inside you.

Feeling that his legs were pretty weak, Alden gently put you down and you felt his cum going down your inner thighs. "I need to sit," he said, taking the jacket off. You needed to sit too and luckily the couch wasn't far away. You grabbed your shorts and put them back on, not caring about the mess on you. "I'm an old man, you can't do this to me." He laughed, still trying to catch his breath.

"You can't do this to me!" You exclaimed, straddling his lap. "I hope there are no women around you."

"Don't worry about that." He reached for a meaningful kiss. "You're the only woman for me."

[five-oh-thirst]

Skater Boy

Prompt Day 14: Admiring fall colors

Pairing: Boost/Sinker

Tags & Warnings: fluff

Note: Just cuteness. The rollerskating headcanon came from @loverboy-havocboy

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"This is a terrible idea," Boost said as he held tightly onto the back of the park bench.

Sinker glided by him and spun around, coming to a smooth hault in front of him. "You're doing just fine."

The words were spoken too soon as Boost's legs started to spread, his rollerskates moving without his permission. He tried to bring them back under his center mass, but they kept slipping when he got close, and he clamped his arms around the park bench to stop himself from falling back onto his butt.

Sinker chuckled and rolled around to Boost's backside, slipping his arms under his armpits to help pull him back upright.

"Stop laughing!" Boost exclaimed. His foot slipped again, and he grabbed Sinker's arm to catch himself. "You know I can't skate."

Sinker left a kiss just under his earlobe. "I know, and I appreciate you trying for me."

Boost wasn't convinced by his sweetness. "If I knew this is what you meant by 'a stroll in the park to look at the leaves', I would've broke my leg first."

Sinker snorted and brushed his nose on the nape of Boost's neck.

"We could've walked," Boost continued. "We could've rode bikes. We could've paid for a carriage ride. So, why in the world did it have to be rollerskates?"

Sinker let go of Boost and shrugged. "Because I like rollerskating, and you never go with me."

Without Sinker holding him steady, Boost quickly lost balance again. He moved his feet rapidly, like he was walking, but his body stayed in place, and his arms flailed wildly to try and catch himself. It was the most frantic, clumsy, and ungraceful display of panic ever.

Sinker grabbed under Boost's arms to steady him again and guided him to sit down onto the bench. "You really are bad at this."

With how cold it was outside, Boost couldn't believe the amount of sweat that was pouring down his face just from trying to keep himself from falling over. "Really?" he asked while wiping his brow off. "Only now you're realizing this? What happened to the hundred other times I told you I can't skate?"

Sinker put his hands on his hips and made a concerned face. "I didn't think you were this bad."

Boost gave Sinker and unamused eyeroll. "Can we go home now?"

"But I wanted to see the leaves," Sinker said, shoulders and face falling in disappointment.

Boost thought for a moment, then patted the open spot next to him on the park bench. "We can still see plenty of pretty leaves from down here, and I don't have to worry about breaking my tailbone either."

Sinker sighed. He spun around on his rollerskates and rolled backward until his calves hit the bench and then sat down, leaning his head against Boost's shoulder.

"Show off," Boost said, and he could practically hear Sinker's smirk.

Cozytober Masterlist

[thevibraniumveterans]

REBELS REWATCH

S1E1 — SPARK OF THE REBELLION; PART 1

We first meet 14-year-old Ezra in his watchtower, which is old and rusted, looking like it’s seen better days. He looks bored, until a Star Destroyer looms large overhead. He takes his speeder into town.

Ezra steals a comlink from an Imperial not even 3 minutes into the episode; which in hindsight is like poetry since in the last episode of Ahsoka that is exactly what he does.

He steals some fruit from a vendor and escapes up a building with relative ease. This is before he discovers he even has abilities.

He smirks at his mischief, having caused confusion for the Imperials. At this point in time, he’s still a little snarky, looking out for himself, since he’s all he’s got.

Ezra hears a faint humming and thinks it’s weird. That’s never happened before. He’s alerted to a single unmoving figure standing at a street junction. The figure, Kanan Jarrus, feels something shift in the Force, and surreptitiously calls for backup — we meet Zeb and Sabine for the first time.

From above, Ezra watches the scene unfold. “Interesting,” he says. The lone figure has friends after all. The first thing Sabine does is casually walk towards an Imperial speeder bike and toss a detonator charge, which explodes, causing the intended ensuing chaos.

Not one to shirk the rush of adrenaline (“I like the sound of that”, he says), Ezra jumps into action and chases down the crates the Imperials are after, fully aware that the trio he had just been watching are doing the same thing. He jumps off a building and onto a bike with crates, and steals it from right under Zeb and Kanan’s noses. They give chase. Giving a cocky salute, Ezra speeds away. He doesn’t think of the immediate consequences of his actions. If it looks fun and he thinks he has a chance to get something out of it, he heads right to it.

Sabine has made her way to the rooftop, and scopes out the kid coming down the alleyway she’s overlooking. She dives down onto the transport, and is partially impressed (but clearly not pleased) that he’s momentarily bested the trio. Ezra looks backward at to see who landed on his transport, but continues to speed away. For some reason, Sabine shoots a link between two crates, enabling Ezra to escape. She offers a heads-up: “If the big guy catches you, he’ll end you! Good luck!”

Ezra continues on his way, wondering who these people are. They clearly seem to dislike Imperials, like he does. Kanan also wonders who the kid is. They reach the highway out of town, and Kanan matches Ezra’s speed. “Today is not your day,” Kanan tells the teenager, and gets “Day’s not over” in return. Ezra collects the crates, and rides off. Kanan is slightly impressed by Ezra’s thievery skills and ease in getting away, and after a few minutes, offers Ezra an escape ride.

Ezra presses a button on the crate, and sends it into the air toward the transport ship waiting for him. From Kanan’s point of view, it looks like Ezra has made an impossible jump only done by individuals with a specific skill set.

First thing Ezra does after seeing what’s inside the crate is gawk and starts a rivalry between him and Zeb. Not off to a great start, but a start nonetheless.

Zeb and Ezra continue to tussle in the main hold, and Zeb tosses him into a room. Ezra, being a smartass, finds a vent and goes into it… and falls out of it into one of the ship’s gunner’s chairs.

Not even a few moments later, Sabine yanks him out of the seat, displeased by this turn of events. What is this kid doing here, when we’ve got Imperials to shake off? He’d better not get in my way. She takes off her helmet, and Ezra gets his first look at the person under the helmet. He seems to like what he’s looking at, but she has no time for this. There’s bad guys to blast. Despite this, Ezra’s very first flirting attempt goes sideways immediately. “My name’s Ezra. What’s yours?” Unfortunately for him, Zeb comes into the room and introduces himself.

The crew makes the jump to hyperspace, and for what is likely the very first time in his life, Ezra is further away from home than he’s ever been. After some time, the ship drops out of hyperspace, and Ezra is brought to Hera, the ship’s pilot. He says he wants to go home, but Kanan comes back to the cockpit and says that’s not an option.

They land on a planet somewhere, and unload. Ezra is told to do his share of the work he’s found himself in, so he does. He, Sabine, and Zeb head into the village, and gets told that the villagers are effectively refugees of sorts, living in a town named after the man who gave them the boot from their own land.

It’s daybreak, and while Ezra join Zeb and Sabine in the village square, they help to distribute food, but he observes the situation around him. The crew who took him in are doing this for reasons far beyond themselves. He gets thanked by a villager, but mutters, “I didn’t do anything.” Shame creeps in, and with it, a bit of humility.

He walks off, and makes it back to the ship. He sits just outside its entrance, looking over the village. He hears the weird humming noise again, and explores the ship, hoping to find whatever it is that is making the noise. The caption states, “HUMMING INTENSIFIES” as he walks through the hallway.

He stops at a door, and stretches out his hand, almost as if this room is calling to him. He uses one of his tools to open the locked doors, and walks in, closing the doors behind him. The humming continues. He uneasily sits on an empty bunk bed, opens a drawer, and takes out what we know to be a holocron. Ezra has no idea what this is yet. He stashes it away in his bag, thinking nothing of it, but then discovers a lightsaber. In awe, he ignites it.

Kanan comes into the room, and chastises him for snooping. Dejected, Ezra walks away, and makes his way to the main area of the ship.

He makes no notice of Sabine until she asks, “Not too good at following directions, are you?” He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “Not so much. You?” She replies that she’s a bit of a rebel herself too. Hoping to make up for earlier, Ezra wonders who this crew is, what they are doing in a very broad manner. Sabine tells him they’re “a crew. A team. In some ways, a family.” At that last word, Ezra looks away. He wonders about his own family, and asks Sabine what happened to hers. Begrudgingly, she says, “The Empire.” It explains a lot, and also parallels how in the Ahsoka series, he also asks about her family. The same response also applies, but the answer comes from a different character.

Though he didn’t ask, Sabine offers him a proper introduction and tells Ezra her name. He grins and reaches out, but Chopper stops him. Hilariously, the caption states, “BEEPING DISAPPROVINGLY”.

Hera takes him to the pilot’s hold. Ezra admits, “You know, this whole “mission” thing is nuts. I’m not against sticking it to the Empire, but there’s no way I’d stick my neck out this far. Who does that?” Hera replies, saying, “We do.” It’s only fitting since that is EXACTLY what Ezra does at the end of Season 4, bringing this full circle.

Hera’s ship gets boarded, and Ezra states ominously, “Something’s coming.” Right on cue, an Imperial Star Destroyer drops out of hyperspace. Hera tells Ezra, “You need to board the transport and warn” the rest of her crew. Ezra asks her why doesn’t she do it instead, so she tells him that she’s needs to be able escape at moment’s notice. However, Ezra flat out refuses. Whether it’s out of fear or something else, we don’t yet know. He states, “Why would I risk my life for a bunch of strangers?” Hera puts him in his place and says, “Because Kanan risked his life for you.” (Which is what he will end up doing 2-3 seasons from now.) “If all you do is fight for your own life, then your life is worth nothing. They need you, Ezra. They need you right now.”

[rjalker]

Like zyg I have spent enough time walking or riding my bike past dead fucking kittens who got hit by cars to feel sad about it anymore. Now all l fucking think is, "Well, at least it won't be suffering anymore or killing native species".

The other fucking day before I realized my gods damned glasses had been made with the lenses backwards I was walking and thought, "oh wow, did someone really throw another fucking pinata into the street?" (because the last time I thought oh no more roadkill, it was literally a fucking pinata.) no, this time it was not a pinata. the bright pink strings I thought had to be confetti because it was so bright pink, until I got close enough to squint was in fact the extremely, almost comically fresh fucking meat of what was clearly a young cat just barely out of the kitten stage. So fucking fresh it was neon fucking pink, standing out so well I could see it from several feet away even with my eyes fucked up from unknowingly wearing the wrong prescription.

And yes, I'm fucking angry about it, and yes, I'm upset that someone didn't give enough shits about their cat to keep it inside where it would be safe, and where it couldn't harm wildlife. But you know what most of what I was thikning is? "Well, at least the vultures will have somefresh food, and I won't have to find any more dead birds in the garden".

No, people do not have a moral fucking obligation to be upset and somber and sad and think its tragic when invasive species are killed.

There are so many feral fucking cats in Georgia that it's not even funny. I see more feral cats here in a week than I ever did up in Pennsylvania, and you know why? Because they aren't likely to literally freeze to death in the winter. (This is also why there are so many homeless people here -- you're less likely to straight up fucking freeze to death.)

Which means more of them get to run around hunting and killing native species even when they aren't going to eat them.

The other day I scared a black cat away from the squirrel it was stalking. A week before that I only saw that a cat was pouncing on a mole after it was already too late.

I love cats. Which is why literally all of ours are former ferals that spend all their time now inside, including Kairiz, who we had to spend $350 on at the vets just to treat the infected wound on his side that he had when we found him, before we even decided to keep him!

I love cats! And if it were legal and I had training I would 100% get a fucking gun and go out and shoot every feral cat I fucking see. And you know why? Because feral cats lead miserable fucking lives of nothing but suffering, and do nothing but harm to the ecosystems they've been introduced to, which is literally everywhere on this fucking planet.

I would 100% go out and shoot feral fucking cats and I would not feel bad about it. Because I am poor, I cannot fucking adopt them all, and if I could, I'd literally have to own a fucking mansion just to give them all enough space. And I'd have to have a whole fucking team of employees to make sure they're all fed and brushed and played with and all the millions of litter boxes properly scooped.

If people were going to be responsible enough to keep their cats inside or walk them only on a leash, this conversation wouldn't be happening.

The only fucking solution to feral and outdoor cats is to make them illegal, and legalize killing them. I'm not even going to fucking sugarcoat it by calling it "culling". The only way to stop them from killing more native wildlife is to straight up kill them.

I love cats. That's why all of ours are rescues. And I'd still go out and fucking kill the ferals if I could.

Because the invasive species is not more important than the native wildlife they kill. No, not even when the species in question is cute fluffy cats and kittens.

You do not get to fucking demand people be upset by killing invasive species. You do not get to fucking demand that people not be happy about successfully killing an invasive species. You do not get to fucking dictate how people are allowed to feel about killing invasive species.

Someone shooting a fucking feral cat and killing it on the first hit and dancing around to celebrate it does not mean that person is now a Bad Person Who Should Feel Bad. People who are excited to hunt feral cats and excited to make things out of their fur are not bad fucking people because they don't feel bad enough about killing invasive species to live up to your fucking holier than thou standards.

Demanding that people treat killing invasive species as a tragedy they have to be upset and saddened by is two fucking steps away from saying that no one should be allowed to kill invasive species at all because it's just tooooo sad.

Stop fucking dictating how other people are allowed to feel about killing invasive species and protecting their native fucking ecoystems in order for them to be considered "good people" in your eyes.

It is especially racist when you fucking remember that a lot of the major invasive species were introduced by white fucking colonizers.

[athomewiththecicadas]

Morning Coffee

"The Federal Funds rate and the Asset Balance Sheet really is pointing to a backlog. And a backlog is most likely pointing to concern. If that's the case, then minimum wage really does require military facilitation."

Ready? Exercise:

Ah!?!?! Not bad for trying to work everything from the outside.

https://www.reuters.com/world/europe/russia-says-emergency-hotlines-with-us-nato-remain-nuclear-risks-rise-2024-10-08/

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Did you know that Andy Reid was my next door neighbor for a few years? I bet you didn't know that.

And Taylor's lovely dress? Maybe makes Scott feel like he's still got his money straight?

Oh okay, where does "moonlight" go with me. And you know it's metallurgy.

But when you're building a furnace from scratch, you use regular mud clay. And when you get it hot, it makes little tiny vibrations, like you make background noises with an EQ, to set an orchestra with a background theme.

And it sounds like the dead earth. And you can also hear that same erie noise during a solar eclipse.

Of course a small furnace is also used for small amounts of precious metals. Like platinum, palladium, and titanium.

So, "moonlight" goes with the furnace.

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Yeah, for a laddle you can use a type of concrete for "glue," and fine sand. But ceramic, you can "press" a shape, or laddle.

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Massenet thias meditation

That bird's out there again. Someone's back in their "study?" That's a really nice study you got there.

What was it? Thomas Jefferson had a pet mocking bird?

Yeah, Taylor knows the metallurgy, even backwards. With her experience as a lab technician in pharmaceuticals. It's not embarrassing. You know with our confidentiality agreement.You know the nuclear triad still uses the stealth bomber. With the extended flight hours and long range. Even the refueling planes.

But she wants to interrupt. Because it's "Taylor Swift Marksmith." Technically speaking. Isn't it?

Uh oh. Got some Hardman support. Tell it the way it is?

.......

...

It's those beaty eyes. The moonlight just emanates his study. Like she's towering over me with age....

Maybe calm some of that down:

That's what it says. Family or Tribal name. How you are known. Maybe dancing around that marriage license a little too much.

(whisper: "I'm not supposed to leak Travis has a girlfriend. And I think she also likes classical.)

It's the internet buzz during the winter. With my daily speed bike rides.

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Ohp. Holding that last note. A freezing head buzz from hyperventilating.

[ghostieeez]

˚₊‧ ꒰ა Cherry on Top ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

✧.* Content: Ghostface x fem!reader, 18+ minors DNI, scratching, blood/blood kink, praise kink, blow jobs, vaginal sex, creampie, dubious consent, rough sex, public sex, biting

✧.*‎ Summary: Even with rumors of a serial killer on the loose, you decide to walk home from a late shift at work. What were you really expecting to happen anyway? Based on this ask.

✧.*‎ Word Count: 3.1k | AO3 Link

Tonight was really not your night.

It all started when your boss asked you to stay late at work. You were already exhausted from your shift, and it was Friday night… But some extra cash would be nice, so you said yes.

A few hours later, when you finally got off, it was past midnight. You walked out into the alley behind the building. It was dark, the dim street lights didn’t do much to illuminate your surroundings. You glanced down and experienced the second shitty occurrence of the night. Your bike was nowhere to be seen. It was gone.

Someone had stolen it.

Really? Now of all times? You groaned. That'd mean you would have to walk home from work, but you really wanted to avoid that.

Not that you normally enjoyed walking through creepy, dark alleys at night, but now, it was especially scary. You had recently heard stories in the news about a serial killer. They say it’s someone wearing a Ghostface mask but they don’t know much else. Supposedly all the crime scenes were gruesome. You shivered at the thought.

You stood for a few seconds with your arms crossed, pondering your options. Maybe you could call a friend to give you a ride? It was late as fuck so who would even answer? Plus you were dying to hop in bed and get some sleep. What other choice did you have but to walk home?

Your feet started moving before you could second guess the decision.

It wasn’t that bad… You tried to convince yourself. Crossing between the buildings and going in alley after alley was a lot different when it was this late at night. Every shadow looked more suspicious than usual. It felt like someone was watching you despite the fact that no one else was around. You’re just being paranoid, you told yourself. Everything will be fine.

You rounded a corner and all of a sudden you collided right into someone’s chest. You jumped backward quickly. First, your eyes landed on the stranger’s feet, which were clad in thick boots. Your vision trailed upward. The figure in front of you, which you could now tell was a man, was wearing long, black clothes. You noticed he was holding a knife in his hand too. You finally made eye contact with his face- or actually, with a mask. You recognized it; a Ghostface mask.

It felt like the air around you was frozen. You stood still, heart racing, panic already setting in, fear flashing through your mind. You wanted to think that maybe it was just some guy trying to pull a stupid prank or something… But damn, the knife did look sharp.

Who else could this person be other than the mystery serial killer that you had heard about? Just your luck. Your night had already been horrible and this was just the cherry on top, wasn’t it?

“Well, what do we have here?” He spoke. His voice caught you off guard. It was deep and had some scratchy filter on it. Interesting, you thought, but it didn’t sound bad. “A cutie like you, out this late… And all alone?”

You tried to force a laugh, not intending to sound as nervous as it came out. “I was just heading this way…” You tried to step away from him but before you knew it, you felt a shove and your back was slamming against the hard, brick wall behind you. Ouch.

He was standing close to you now, his body almost against yours. His hands were placed on the wall in a way to cage you in. No way you could escape him now. He leaned down even closer to your face. His presence was overwhelming, yet intoxicating in a way. Your heart rate was going crazy from the fear coursing through your veins. Well, fear… and something else too.

You couldn’t help the needy whine that slipped out of your lips. He paused for a second, clearly taken aback, his head tilted curiously at you. 

You really didn’t mean for the sound to come out but… The way he was manhandling you was getting you hot and bothered. You had always fantasized about something like this happening, never expecting to find yourself living the real deal. It was scary but exhilarating at the same time. 

“Aren’t you just a surprise, sweetheart?” he said and chuckled. Even though you couldn’t see his eyes past the black mesh of the mask, you still felt his piercing glare. You were completely at his disposal and you both knew it. You couldn’t stop the heat that started to pool between your legs.

“Please, I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill me!” You pleaded.

“Hmmm, let me think about it…” In a flash, his knife was being held to your throat. He pressed the blade slightly into your skin. The stinging sensation made you wince in pain but another moan came from you. “Wow you’re a little pervert aren’t you? Getting off to this, huh?” His mocking tone only made you rub your thighs together, seeking any kind of relief you could get for the building pressure. You wanted to slap yourself because now was definitely not the time to be getting turned on. 

Unless… maybe you could use it to your advantage?

You moved your hand so your palm was cupping his dick through his pants, and you spoke in the best seductive tone you could muster despite your fear, “I will do anything you want. I’m begging you, please.” As much as you hoped your idea would work, you doubted it would. Any second now you expected him to sink his blade fully into your neck to end it all.

After what felt like an eternity, he moved it away from your neck and tucked it into a pocket in his robe. He stood there just watching you. So hot creepy.

Finally he spoke, “Well? I'm waiting. Make it worth my while and we’ll see if you deserve to live or not.”

Holy shit, you didn’t expect that to actually work. But now, you had to follow through with it. You looked up at his mask and the screaming face just stared back. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself mentally. Your life was on the line so you’d try your damn hardest to make it good for him. Yeah sure, you wouldn’t have any dignity left after this, but at least you’d still have your life.

You moved slowly at first, testing the waters, and when he didn’t react you took it as your sign to continue. You lowered yourself down onto the ground in front of him. The asphalt was rough on your knees. You slid your hands under his robe and started undoing his belt. You tried to take more deep breaths to calm your nerves but it didn’t do much to stop your hands from shaking.

Ghostface stared you down as you got to work undressing him and tugging his garments down. It was embarrassing as he watched but at the same time it filled you with a sense of pride. You wanted to put on a good show. 

With one last pull of his clothes, his cock sprang free and your breath hitched at the sight. He was big. His body looked good too. You licked your lips in excitement.

“Like what you see, dollface? You’re practically drooling,” his voice was so arrogant and teasing but you liked it.

“Mhmm,” you sounded a bit bashful and he laughed at your response. 

You leaned forward and licked a gentle stripe on the underside of his tip. You were surprised at how good he tasted. You continued to swirl your tongue, pleased with the quiet moans that were coming from Ghostface. You closed your lips around him and took the head into your mouth.

“Ahh, fuck that’s good,” he praised. He brought both his hands to your hair and started caressing his fingers through it.

You reached your hand up and wrapped it around his cock to help guide it deeper into your mouth. Your head bobbed and bounced as you savored the taste. You kept stroking him as you sucked him off. It was already so messy by that point; your saliva was smeared all over the two of you. It was so lewd.

Everything about the situation was driving you wild. You couldn’t resist moaning despite your mouth being completely closed around him. His moans were getting louder by the second too so obviously he was enjoying it. You used your free hand and began massaging his balls tenderly.

His hands went from caressing your hair to gripping it tightly, which felt just as good, if not better. You liked it when he was rough with you. His breathing was getting more ragged as time went on and you hoped he was getting close. You had been going for a good while now and you couldn’t deny that you were starting to get tired. Even with a sore jaw and cramped wrists, you kept going. Mama didn’t raise a quitter after all.

You slurped, twirled, and licked your tongue all up and down his cock. Your spit dripped off him and landed on the ground below. You moved your hands in sync with your mouth and with one final bob of your head, he was cumming down the back of your throat. Your movements started to slow as you felt it flow into your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all. You slid your mouth backwards and released his cock with a satisfying, wet pop. 

His hands stopped gripping your hair and went back to brushing through it as the two of you caught your breath. The air around you was silent. You used the back of your hand to wipe off dry spit from your lips.

You looked up at Ghostface and it was no surprise that his eyes had never left your face. You watched his muscular shoulders rise with every breath he took. It was so hard to read him with his mask on. You couldn’t tell what was going through his mind whatsoever.

“Damn,” he finally spoke. “That was amazing.” 

You grinned at him, ego feeling fully boosted. You did agree with him though, it was even amazing for you too. Everything about him was so alluring. His taste, his demeanor, his voice, his scent. You wanted more of him.

“That was just the teaser, are you ready for the main act?” You asked, voice sultry.

He laughed before answering you, “Are you ready for it, sweets?” 

He did have a point, his dick was huge and with no foreplay it would probably hurt like crazy. But to be honest… you didn’t care. Sucking it had already gotten you wet enough and all you needed was for him to fuck you.

“I just want you inside of me already,” you whined before adding a “Please?” for good measure.

“Stand up,” he commanded and you stood. “Take your bottoms off.” 

You did as he instructed and started to remove your clothes. You were eager but went slow anyway, still intending to give a worthy performance. 

Once you were in your underwear you asked him, “Like what you see?” He didn’t answer at first but instead shoved you against the wall again and pressed his body fully against you. He brought his knee up between your legs and nudged it just so slightly against your pussy. He had barely touched you yet you were craving more already. 

“Yes I do,” he said with a groan. He brought his hand to your pussy too and started teasing slow circles around your clit. Even through your underwear it felt so amazing. “God, you’re just too irresistible. I can barely help myself.”

Before you knew it he had grabbed his knife again and was cutting your underwear off you. Maybe if the situation were different you’d be mad, but you actually thought it was pretty hot. Now that your lower half was completely bare he lifted one of your legs up and hooked his arm under your knee to hold it in place. 

The tip of his dick was brushing against your clit and driving you crazy. You were spread for him, ready for him to enter, but apparently he wanted to take his sweet time.

“So beautiful,” he said. His gaze felt burning hot as he stared down at your exposed body. You tried to turn your face away to hide the blush on your cheeks but he grabbed your chin, using the same hand that was holding his knife, and turned your head forcefully so you were looking at him. “I want you to watch.”

So you did. You looked down and watched, breath bated, as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Seconds felt like minutes as he slowly pressed himself into you. Your pussy stretched around him, trying to accommodate his massive size.

“Oh fuck,” you mumbled. You knew it would hurt, just not this bad. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. You were desperate for any way to relieve some pain. Your hand had snaked its way to Ghostface’s arm, the one that was holding your leg up. You slid it underneath the sleeve of his robe. Your fingertips made contact with his skin and you gripped onto him harshly, your nails dug in deep.

With one last agonizingly slow push, he was fully inside of you. It hurt so bad but somehow the pain made the whole experience feel even better.

“That’s it,” he said between rough breaths. “So good.” Any time he praised you had you feeling giddy. Who knew you’d be simping this hard for a serial killer?

His hold on your leg tightened as he finally began to move in and out of you. Your hole still stung as you tried to adjust to his cock but you couldn't care less. The pain and pleasure mixed in a wondrous way and had your mind feeling hazy. Each thrust he gave got stronger and harder. You couldn’t stop yourself from digging your nails even deeper into his skin where you had already been clawing at him, and based on his guttural moaning, you’d say he liked it when you scratched him.

“You feel so fuckin’ perfect,” he spoke, his voice was practically dripping with lust and you ate it right up.

“You too,” you replied, voice hoarse from all the moaning you’d been doing. “Fuck me faster, please?”

He complied with your request and you felt like you were seeing stars. His hips snapped rhythmically, moving with more speed and force now. He felt so deep inside of you. Your nails sank further into his flesh with each slam of his cock into your pussy. 

It was only then that you noticed your fingers were wet and a thin trail of blood was dripping down his arm onto the leather of his glove. Shit, was he bleeding because of you? You hadn’t meant to be so rough but you were scratching his arm pretty hard.

He seemed to realize at the same time you did. 

“S-sorry,” you said. You hoped he wouldn’t be angry. He was the killer and you were the victim, after all. How would he react to the fact that you made him bleed?

His pace slowed but he kept his cock buried within you. He looked down at his arm and then back to your face. His silence was so eerie. 

Steadily, he started moving the hand that held his blade. You were sure you were about to get your throat slashed or chest stabbed, but neither of those things happened. Instead, he brought the weapon to the line of blood flowing down his arm. He gathered a few droplets on the tip of it.

You were confused at what he was doing until he held the knife right in front of your mouth. Oh.

Oh.

You stuck your tongue out and he moved the blade to press against it. You didn’t break eye contact as you licked along the cold metal and collected his blood. He groaned as you lapped the ruby liquid off his weapon. You’re sure you were making noise too but you were too caught up to notice or care. Something about tasting his blood felt so damn intimate and you loved it. Your pussy was clenching around him, dying for him to move.

Apparently, he was thinking the same thing.

He shoved his knife back into whatever pocket it came from and he swooped his arm underneath your other leg so he could hoist you up. You were completely off the ground now, legs dangling as he held you, your back pressed firm against the wall. He resumed his previous speed and fucked you with no relent.

He seemed strong so you didn’t think he would drop you but you still wanted some extra support, so you draped both your arms over his shoulders and grabbed on tight. His cock felt like it was splitting you in half as he rammed into you. You could feel your orgasm approaching.

“I’m so close,” your voice slurred with desperation. “Pleaseee!”

His hips moved back and forth swiftly. The pressure was building even higher and you were about ready to pop. Your hands sought his skin again and found their way underneath the hood attached to his mask. Your nails practically slashed at his neck and back. You were sure it’d leave quite a few marks on him. Oops.

The scratching only seemed to fill him with more energy and he moved even faster inside of you. He also had to be close. His grunts were getting louder and he was more breathless than ever. You were a mess, too. Whimpering and cursing and begging for him to release inside of you. 

You dragged your nails across his shoulder blade which left a long welt on his skin. The action had his head tilting back in bliss and before you knew it he was spilling inside of you. You brought your lips down on his shoulder and bit hard. You weren’t sure what possessed you to do it, but you both enjoyed it. The biting, scratching, and a few more forceful thrusts had you reaching climax too.

The two of you were completely drained after that.

Clarity started to hit you and you remembered the gravity of the situation. You kind of forgot this all started with you telling Ghostface you’d do “anything” to survive. A peek at him told you that you’d accomplished your mission though; blood was dripping off him, his clothes were so disheveled, he was breathing hard and trying to catch his breath. It looked like he enjoyed the fuck as much as you did. After a few seconds, he had recovered.

“Let’s do this again sometime, doll.”

You smiled in response. Okay so maybe the night wasn’t so bad after all. Guess he really was the cherry on top.

[thedigs]

Another Ride at Sanibel Island

Kim and I were on our E-Bikes and Don and Barb were on their E-Scooters. I was surprised that they ride them every bit as fast as we ride our bikes.

But it wasn't all fun and games. Don went off the pavement and his Scooter stoped instantly. You can see the track where his front wheel stopped in the sand.

Don However, Did not stop as fast as the scooter. He kept going a ways. Several cars stop and one person in a White Truck, was very concerned that Don was hurt really bad. Don kept telling him he was ok, but he hung around for quite a while.

He bent his fingers way back.

(The way they are not suppose to bend.)

I don't think he really started hurting for several hours.

After the accident we still went to this restaurant in Sanibel Island.

Remember the old skit on Saturday Night Live...

Nice building but none of us would probably go back.

Its took over 45 Minutes to get food and it wasn't that busy. And they pride themselves on their Milk Shakes. It was not that good. You know the kind of Milk Shake, when its not really cold? It makes you think it will never melt. Like it was made with Miracle Whip instead of Ice Cream.

But it got worse.

On the way home we had a car come up beside us and honked at us. It turns out that my bike had fallen off the Bike Rack !!!!!

It was an absolute miracle that the wheel were still attached to the bike-rack, but it had fallen backward, and "only" was being drug on the pavement behind the car by the handle bar.

I hope you can see that it filed down the handlebar, but it could have done so, so, so, much more. The handle bar was Red Hot, (Which I didn't know until I grabbed it,) It has melted the grip. It started smoking a lot.

No other scratches.

I ended up sawing the melted part off.

I ordered some new parts on Amazon.

I got it all back together in a couple days when the parts came in, and its actually better than new, because I got slightly Higher Rise on the new handlebars, which means they are about an inch higher on the ends.

I am thinking about getting both Kim and Me, new handlebars with a 90 mm or 100 mm rise. (She has 40, and I have 60.) Its much more comfortable not have to bend over to hold the handlebars.

[thegeminisage]

started up zelda to dick around for like an hour & was SHOCKED to find myself on this dragon island. its been so long i literally forgot where i was lol

its difficult to get around here! rain means climbing is hard and i cant make upward gusts from campfires easily :( maybe i need my bike...

man it reminds me so much of the great sky islands...i feel like this must be the second largest collection of islands, actually. but it's been so long since the tutorial and the music is Like That it feels like a ruin of a ruin.......

ugh i ran into the bottom of an island and lost my bike >:(

oh i see! you're not supposed to use a bike but ascend. neat!!

my other issue is. i dont have a single nonmetallic weapon OR bow. so. my twink ass is gonna get fried

and the islands are small so i keep getting ALMOST KNOCKED OFF!!! EXCUSE ME....

snagged a sword! not a very good one though

oh and a BOW thank god

like i have the lightning proof armor i do but it is not at all upgraded so id be taking my life into my hands. no win scenario

well. it's upgraded to like level 2. which is still basically nothing at this point

:D i can see farosh from here!! HEY GIRLLL

i have to put it on to ride this track though lol. the thing im riding is metal!!

wait a sec. i can just wear this lightning proof armor, put on something metal, and STAND NEXT TO the bad guys. this is awesome! zapped his ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh shit this is an eventide shrine lol. fuck my life

they should have shrines with weather i just decided. i wanna zap their asses

NOOOOOOO a shooting star :( i dont WANT to leave but i really can't afford to pass it up :( at least i got a fast travel point i suppose...

ok got it. ugh i have to pick my way back over to where i was now...

oh my god i dove into the eye and CLEARED THE STORM...? THE MUSIC CHANGED........aaaaa ok im taking a break but SO COOL

ok im BACK. this is cool as hell but tbh i miss the storm a little!!

oh!!!!! a door that requires hearts.....

wait this is too serious im going back to get ths shrine real quick

ok got it. im prepared now.

YOOOOOOOOO dude now IM being spoken to by the sage??? SICK!!!!

yet another crystal follows the beam quest lol

i. accidentally. put the fans. on this wing. backwards. and fell. straight down to. the lynels territory

IN THE SPIRIT OF FUN. I DID NOT MAKE MY BIKE. WELL GUESS WHAT I'M DOING NOW. i need. such a speedy exit oh god oh god hes gonna seeee meeee

OKAY i made it out of sight but. this thing im supposed to carry is WAY heavier than a crystal. i carry those all the time and they do make the bike wonky, even more wonky than koroks do, but i can barely get it up off the ground. i even tried the "old" bike build that im more comfortable with and no dice. i fall out of the sky as soon as i get in it. insane.

ok. i made it. jesus fuck. i remember looking for a chasm here marked on my map...i guess im about to find it. AUGH

"we must meet as soon as possible" girl have you not had to wait 10,000 years?

OH WAIT I WAS HERE...THE DUNGEON I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT...THESE LIGHTROOTS HAVE BEEN LIT........thats fuckin crazy

IM GONNA BUILD MINERU A ROBOT BODY...wow just like leverage, i knew it was coming but it's still cool

SAGE OF SPIRIT....................................WAH

wait wait. i thought they took it out of this game bc it wasnt in gerudo desert. WAAAHHHH. it's so dumb and lore breaking but im sentimental

i havent been to the depths in a long time. i forgot that it's like - you see one thing out in the dark. in this instance, poes. and when you get there you see another thing - in this instance, monsters, and behind them, a lightroot. i could make my own little trail forever this way but it would lead me away from the temple and idk if i wanna explore or do the dungeon :/ i hate to leave poes uncollected and lightroots unlit but i also hate to stray so far from ym objective and have to walk ALLLLLL the way back

whatever, dungeon it is

left leg down!!

aaand right arm! building that cart sucked but riding it was awesome

oooh the music's changing...getting a bit creepy.............

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLOOM TREES......................

oh god i should check for hands down here right now immediately b4 i take another step

ok im clean. thank fuck

man not for nothing but this robot factory stuff reminds me a little of skyward sword...if only this could make sense and not just in my mind palace lol

its like an escort mission for legs lo. the puzzles in whatever quadrant im in rn are MURDERING me. im just brute forcing my way thru them

WHEEEEEEEE oh my god i get to ride a raft. oh my god worth it

left arm DOWN!!!

oh the music just got a LOT creepier. just for like one section

i remember walking up this big spine last time i was here just for fun. i didn't know if i'd feel like doing it/get the chance later. but now here i am doing it again

last depot...i don't think if there's a boss i want to fight it tonight. i'm bushed lol i have work in the morning

ok. actually. i cant figure the last puzzle out and its making me mad bc im 2sleepy. so im quitting here for the night. something to look forward to.......

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

304 of 2023

Created by joybucket

I have accidentally..... dropped my phone in the toilet 🚽 fallen down the stairs ....in public slipped on the ice and fell flat on my butt 🧊 slipped on a banana peel 🍌 caught a stove burner on fire 🔥 caught something I was cooking on fire 🔥 caught something on fire in the microwave 🔥 hurt someone's feelings called someone by the wrong name forgotten someone's birthday and then felt bad about it later forgotten my own anniversary worn my shirt on backwards all day 👚 walked in on someone else in the bathroom 🚽 had someone else walk in on me in the bathroom 🚽 spelled my own name wrong forgotten my own birthday fallen asleep in class forgot to wear deodorant locked my keys in the car 🔑 🚘 locked myself out of my home called a teacher "mom" worn something I didn't realize was see-through until later posted a really embarrassing status on Facebook sent a text to the wrong person sent a really embarrassing text to the wrong person stepped in dog poop 💩 butt-dialed someone 📱 butt-dialed 911📱 given someone the wrong phone number left my car on when I thought it was turned off 🚘 left the stove on when I thought it was turned off burned a piece of toast in the toaster burned something in the microwave burned something I was cooking or baking in the oven stepped on a sparkler 🥢💥 stepped on a LEGO stepped on a thumbtack 📌 slammed my hand in a car door spilled something on my computer fallen backwards out of my chair ....in a public place done a belly flop off the diving board into a swimming pool ....at a public pool fallen out of bed and gotten a black eye taken too much medication 💊 forgotten to take medication 💊 been late to a doctor's appointment showed up to a doctor's appointment on the wrong day taken a sip of something I didn't know was spiked eaten an olive I thought was a grape 🫒 forgotten to log out of Facebook and then had someone hack my account lost money in a scam broken someone's heart 💔 hurt someone that I loved broken the glass in a picture frame broken a glass window 🪟 stayed out in the sun so long I had blisters on my skin ☀️ made an embarrassing autocorrect error uploaded an embarrassing video of myself to the Internet walked in one someone else as they were getting dressed had someone walk in on me when I was getting dressed dropped something in the toilet 🚽 lost an earring down the sink drain fallen into a mud puddle forgotten the number to 911 got home and realized you forgot to pay for something hit someone else's car in a driveway or parking lot when trying to back up called someone on the phone without meaning to broken a dish taken a selfie, not realizing there was lipstick on your teeth ate something that made you sick while on a date threw up in a public restroom 🤮 threw up in public [not in a restroom] 🤮 gotten ink on your shirt 🖊️ gotten paint on your shirt worn a shirt to class that you didn't realize was a pajama shirt had a flip-flop break while you were walking 🩴 ....in the middle of a store flashed someone bent over and had your pants rip at the seam ....in public burned your finger on a hot pan dropped something heavy on your foot bled through your pants in public 🩸 gotten a horrible haircut tried to give yourself highlights, and then they came out looking horrible tried to dye your own hair, and it came out looking horrible ordered a burger at Taco Bell slammed your car into a tree 🌳 🚘 crashed into someone while riding a bike 🚴 sat on a whoopee cushion forgot to turn your phone off, and then had it go off at an inappropriate time ...and it played loud, embarrassing and inappropriate music confessed your crush in front of your entire school made a fool of yourself on live television burnt your finger with a glue gun dialed a wrong number forgotten to bring ear plugs to an event, and then had to plug your ears because the sound was too loud gotten lost in a cemetery 🪦 gotten lost in a corn maze 🌽 eaten bad sushi that made you sick eaten something that gave you food poisoning had to throw food away because you accidentally left it out overnight thrown something away that you later wished you had kept donated something to Goodwill that you later wished you had kept put something metal in a microwave slipped and fallen in the shower caught a Christmas tree on fire dropped a candle, and it started a fire 🕯️ fallen into a swimming pool fully clothed made yourself sick from eating too much

[lunarruled]

This right here. This was how Kyleigh wished her and Alec had met. No hurling insults in a defensive manner, no threats of violence like in the woods that night. Just playful jokes between two beings who understood each other and a nice ride in the wind. But fate wanted them to meet the way they had, no going back on that now. She was happy though, something that rarely happened around anyone that wasn't her aunt and that was all Kyleigh could ask for. She didn't even mind how he had to slightly bend down to talk to her and she was kind of glad that she had let him drive her precious car. He probably didn't know it but his scent would linger in there for a while, leaving her a little reminder of him after he went home. She wondered if he would think of her there or once he finished his business with his boss that she would slip from his mind and he would be onto his next adventure. Not wanting her thoughts to ruin this nice day they were having she forced them out of her brain, told herself to live in the moment. While he went inside to fetch his keys she took the time to check out his ride. It wasn't that bad, suited him a lot better than the one she had ridden over on. When he came back out and mounted the bike it was very clear to her that he would never fit on her bike and that the two of them on it would be very uncomfortable though the image of that did cause her to chuckle. "Well hey if you ever change your mind you know where I live Braveheart." Of course that was followed by the image of her on the back of his rental, her arms around that big ass chest of his (if she could reach that far of course) and she shook her head. "Yeah yeah, I got it. Try to keep up."

With her helmet placed back on (which she was very glad for since it covered her blush and in some twisted way stopped her mind from going to places it shouldn't) Kyleigh started her bike and walked it backwards. She could hear the rumble of Alec's follow suit and with one last glance back at him she pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn't long before they were back on the highway, all of the noise drowning the rest of the world out. And Kyleigh was in her element. She made sure not to go too fast since her bike was built for speed but Alec's might not be, using her hand to signal when to turn in case he couldn't see her blinkers. She took the more scenic route after that, easily handling a few curves in the road. Below them the coast started to appear, the smell of the ocean heavy in the air. The cars they passed by became fewer and fewer, the only signs the small mile markers on the side of the road. Ten minutes later the half lycan was signaling for them to pull to the left, the overlook at the height of the cliff coming into view. This was only the second place Kyleigh felt like a normal person, the first being deep in the forest where she had run into Alec. Slowing her bike to a stop in front of the guard rail she cut the engine and took her helmet off once more. "It might not be like the views you have back home, but it's pretty damn gorgeous for America." She commented softly once Alec had shut off his own bike, her eyes focused on the horizon in front of them.

It was all in good fun, both no doubt knew that and the growl that followed his slight tease was a good enough reaction for him to drop the keys into her hand. It was accompanied by a chuckle before arms cross over his chest, ready to move on to the next step. It was actually nice, he thought, being out and away from the town because then they didn't have to think about hiding anything. They could talk openly and not be given weird looks or considered crazy. It was another reason his manor wasn't in the city itself but just outside of it. He was lucky in that regard, how they didn't build around him and the home he'd been given centuries in the past. Maybe she'd see it some day, he certainly would like her to, it was why he had invited her in the first place and he had meant it. She just had to tell him when. He was, after all, enjoying her company far more than he expected. A laugh left the old Scotsman as he knew the age jokes would continue to come, they were fully expected by now. "This is a steel trap." He leans partially down, tapping his right temple with his hand before standing back up straight. "Though that definitely is a plus, but I'm also not surprised that you keep good care of it just like you do that bike." He pointed towards her ride before moving around her to get to his room and fetch the keys to his own bike.

"I do that from time to time, shockin' I know." He shakes his head with the same friendly smile as before, lifting a hand to motion for her to follow. "Then let's get movin', I'm sure you can figure out by now which one is mine seein' as the only other bike here outside of your's is clearly mine." Alec unlocks the room to his door, quickly getting inside and grabbing the keys on the nearby table top. Shutting the door behind him, he makes his way over to the rented bike and to her. "I appreciate the generous offer and what sight that would no doubt bring, but I don't think we'd be comfortable." Alec answers, as he now stood beside the rented Harley. Leg swings over to the other side, sitting down upon the seat and putting in the key to start the engine. He revs it for a moment and looks over at her with a grin. "So, lass, you ready to lead the way?"

[dzpenumbra]

3/30/23

Today was a pretty cool day. I thought I caught up on sleep, but apparently I didn't because I've been exhausted all day. I did that yoga routine I enjoyed yesterday again, it was just as nice today. Ate on the floor and watched YT, then showered. Then I called back the health center. They had left me a message this morning, they got me in with a new doctor. I got set up with an appointment tomorrow at 3:15. Just a 15 minute get-to-know-you kinda thing, I guess... same as before... But I strongly doubt they do more than 15 minutes for anything but surgery anymore. Shit's crazy. So yeah, we'll see how that goes.

Then, I strapped my new board to my backpack, got on my hybrid board and rode up to the local skatepark. It was only about... idk, less than 2 miles, I'd say. Uphill the whole way. But... my electric board made quick work of that.

I tried riding in the bike lane... and accidentally hit someone's side view mirror with the wheel of my board strapped to my back. I felt really bad. I didn't mean to. I just... there was only one lane on the left side, and I ride regular... and the board is on my back... and the lane is like... really fucking narrow... I don't think it did any damage, I just... I felt bad. It made me anxious.

I found the park very easily and it was just... complete DIY thrown together hometown crust park. And I was totally cool with it! It reminded me of the park I skated growing up in my hometown. And it was tucked away on what used to be an old tennis court, and it was really set back into nature, so it was nice to be around trees again and all that. When I got there, a kid came over to me. It was the kid who sold me my board and recommended the place! XD He and a friend were skating. They were really good, I was impressed. And humbled. And I just sorta... did my thing. Second session of the season, first one at this park, just... trying to find things I felt comfortable doing.

I think I was there close to 2 hours. I got nosemanual-shuv back, which was a cool feeling. Which should mean nollie shuv isn't far off. Which means pop shuv is somewhere in the ballpark eventually. Nollie is coming back slowly, ollie is getting really dialed in. Front 1s are going okay, there was this really beat up old funbox there and I did one off the side of one of the kickers. It took a few tries, I was feeling really unsteady landing fakie on loose trucks, it's still a new experience for me, but I got it there. I got a few BS noseslides on a little concrete curb, and on the coping of a low manny pad too, which was cool. I have BS so much better than FS, they feel so different. I honestly don't know how to carry my weight on FS, I think I sit way too far "forward" (while moving backwards) and I just slip out... or I sit all my weight entirely on top of my nose and it just stalls and I basically pivot quickly to fakie. I'll have to play around with my weight a bit, I think, I'm guessing that's probably what's doing it.

More and more people started flooding in, which I was not used to at all. And after a while, I realized I was just kinda... standing around and not really skating much. I was pretty anxious. I had headphones in, everyone else there seemed to know each other, for the most part. I was the oldest one there by a fucking longshot, and it made me a bit self-conscious. I feel like when people see someone in their mid-30's at a skatepark, they expect them to like... be good. And I'm really not that good, honestly. Just being realistic. I have experience, I can do some tricks, but I wouldn't say I'm... "good". So... since I was feeling anxious, I went over to the opposite side of the park from where I had been camped, to just... go outside my comfort zone.

I started skating that manny pad, it was like... 8 inches tall? I really wish they had an even lower one, but it's a nice height. So... I decided at one point... "I'm going to ollie up onto it." Not really the most "impressive" thing in the world, since I can literally ollie like... I don't know, more than twice that height. But I didn't go for it because it was "impressive", I went for it because I was scared of it. I was scared of hanging my back trucks, as always. Or... just some unknown fear of like "you're gonna fuck it up and wreck" or something, that force that just glues your shoes to the ground. And I was just like... no... No... I really just didn't want that to fucking win. And I wanted to push against it and prove it wrong. So I did one tiny practice ollie over a crack in the pavement and said fuck it and went for it and did it first try. No problem at all. No one even noticed! XD Of course, I mean... what would they be noticing? They had no idea the battle going on in my head, for all they knew that was an everyday trick for me.

Most of the ramps had big puddles of water and crap at the base of them, but I found a few skatelite ramps that were clean and dry and tucked away at the back of the park, so I went for it. I was playing around with different powerslide and pivot powerslide combinations. I like them, they're weird. Drifting powerslide rotations on skatelite feels similar to doing what I used to call "spin slides" on snowskates, but it has a lot more grip and friction so you can actually control it a lot more rather than just kinda dialing in how much force you need to throw into the rotation and then praying to all the gods you choose to worship. I did a lot more than I was planning. I can pretty comfortably do both FS and BS powerslides on a bank now, and BS pivot powerslide is one of my go-to fun tricks so that's definitely in the bag. What I tried to do was basically... I over-rotated one of the powerslides and I realized that with more force I could probably keep the rotation going. So I took the FS powerslide and tried to turn it into a full 360 powerslide, coming back down the ramp fakie. Again... I had the whole... not used to riding loose trucks fakie problem. But... I did land it. One or two were a bit segmented, like powerslide... split second pause... second powerslide. But I did get a pretty smooth one. And I did one where I reversed the rotation and rewinded it, which was cool feeling but I have no idea how it looked.

That session on the ramp was pretty fun and I really started getting creative and trying new things. The ramp was much steeper than anything I've really ridden before, definitely steeper than the banks back at the old hometown park. But I started to get used to it pretty quickly. Oh, and I also did ollie to fakie and FS 1 on it, so that was cool. I really think I just need to put in the hours to get comfortable and used to being on a board in a lot of different positions. That made a huge difference with snowskating. Just cruising and getting used to my boardfeel in different situations. Like... two of the best things I did just in general for snowskating were to 1) just cruise the sidewalks and bomb the hill at the park, and 2) practice landing ollies with a decent amount of speed. Getting used to how it felt to be on the board at different angles and different speeds, with different foot positions was very helpful all-around, and with the ollies, landing... practicing landing on a super low-friction object and riding away with a decent amount of momentum helped a ton in overall confidence in landing shuvs and flips at any speed. So... I need to build up that familiarity with my board, and that will come in time. Especially if I keep riding my electric board too, being on a board will be complete second nature to me if I use it to travel literally everywhere.

After all that, I decided to call it. There were storms predicted tonight, and the prediction did come true. And I was just... exhausted, and knew I still had to ride home. So... off I went. And the ride back was all downhill, which was nice. It was fine. Until... I came across a broken needle in the fucking street. And it just... really upset me. Because I felt a lot safer than I expected to throughout the day. I had been building up so much anxiety and paranoia, and then I went and it was like... college kids and people walking their dogs and shit. And I was just like... "wow, these are like... normal people." And then those fucking junkies had to throw my anxiety one fucking shred of evidence. Which is all that fucker needs sometimes. Ugh. So... I can plot out a different route there if needed? I can try, at least? Maybe it's just that one section of town that's a bit run-down, I don't know. Ugh. It just left a bad taste in my mouth, you know? So yeah, I just... had to look past that, I guess. And keep my eyes forward.

Since I got back, it's been pretty chill. I'm exhausted. I did more desire path project work, up to 60 runs now, the path is still not forming in-game, but my map is coming along nicely. I think I'm going to shoot for 100 runs, then maybe start a new path from one of the established points or something. Not sure yet.

And while I was making dinner, I tried to make a salt solution so I can try to grow my own salt crystals. It's been on my to-do list since the week I moved in. I followed the instructions and everything, I'm just... there was a TON of salt leftover, so I don't know if the solution will be saturated enough? But we'll see, I guess. It's going to sit and separate tonight, then tomorrow evening I'll filter it and then probably set up my first batch and then... in a few weeks, I should have some homegrown crystals. Pretty cool.

And yeah, that's pretty much the day. New doctor visit tomorrow, therapy after, then who knows. But for now, I'm gonna go try pass out.

[blueicequeen19]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever done this because I have yet to read all of your writings but I’m in the middle of it! Btw you’re an amazing writer! So I was thinking like Jj being overly protective of you and jealous when you even talk to other guys but you aren’t dating. Then one day everything spills out in a crazy dramatic way then from there it can get spicy or whatever you may like haha

Warnings: protective JJ

“I got you a beer.” I smile at the persistent cutie that’s been chatting me all night. I reach for the cup when JJ appears next to me, his gaze drilling into the other guy.

“She doesn’t like beer. You’d know that if you spent half the night listening to her as you did talking about yourself.” I gasp and the guy scowls at JJ.

“What are you? Her boyfriend? Or maybe another guy pissed because he’s in the friendzone?” I reach for JJ when he throws his own beer in the guys face, splashing me in the process. JJ is suddenly yanked backwards by John B who’s playing mediator.

“Stop! Do you want the cops to get called?” John B tries pushing JJ back but the other guy isn’t done.

“It’s fine, man. I’ll let you have her after I’m done. I’ll have her riding my dick by the time the nights over.” I don’t even think as I step forward and kick him in the balls.

“I wouldn’t touch your dick with a ten foot pole, you asshole.” I scoff, stepping back as he hits his knees in the sand. Warm arms wrap around my waist and pull me away from the scene. I know it’s JJ because he’s fighting laughter as he leads me over to his dirt bike.

“Remind me to never get on your bad side.” JJ huffs a laugh as he straddles his bike and I climb on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I never told you I don’t like beer.” I finally say and he freezes with his leg half raised to kick start. I felt braver questioning him with his back to me. I couldn’t chicken out this way.

“You didn’t have to. You always pass on beer. I picked up on that.” JJ finally says.

“What else did you pick up on?” I ask softly. I could feel his heart racing through his cut off. I slide my hand into the side of his cutoff and over the warm skin on his chest to better feel his racing organ.

“No bullshit?” JJ exhales a shaky breath, glancing at me over his shoulder.

“No bullshit.”

“Okay. Here goes. You hate chick flicks because you don’t like to cry. You like peanut butter more than anyone I know. You snore in your sleep. And you’re afraid of people getting too close so you only date guys that are easy to leave.” Now my heart was racing. I swallow around the dryness in my mouth. I try to withdraw my hands from the warmth of his skin but he stops me, catching both wrists and placing them back where they were.

“I don’t snore.” I snort and he chuckles, his back shaking against my cheek with his laughter. It doesn’t show my racing heart and it doesn’t help when he starts stroking my arms.

“If we don’t leave, I’m going to end up kissing you.” JJ finally says and goosebumps erupts all over my body. JJ notices because one of his hands cups my knee where the bumps appear. I shake my head, burying my face between his shoulder blades and tracing his spine with my nose.

“I wouldn’t be easy to leave.” JJ adds after another long pause. Tears spring to my eyes because he’s right. I don’t get a moment to respond because he starts his bike and takes off towards the road to take me home.