#you're all good np!

[seirindono]

Trick or threat ! (Sry for bothering you)

"Threat"

Bwahah, sounds like something UF Sans would say xD

As for me, I'll go with the good ol' treats!

[lollibumblebee]

Hiii!! can i please request some dating minho headcannons, female reader? also including some spice/smut if you are comfy

alsoooo, first time requesting!

a/n: NP, here you go! takes place in the glade, b4 thomas

WARNINGS: spicy shit and smutty shit idk bro

DATING MINHO HEADCANNONS:

Since you are quite literally the only girl in the glade, all eyes are on you

whether in a romantic aspect or not, everyone adores you

Minho would tend to get a bit possessive.

Since he's always in the maze, he can't really see who's getting up close and personal (or trying to)

he would probably appoint threaten gally to watch out for you,

it works out since you're a builder and everyone is terrified of gally, and minho for that manner

the sheer amount of shouting matches and fights this man has gotten in because someone was hitting on you is unbelievable.

Alby can't even put him in the slammer cause that's his best runner

you guys were pretty close b4 you started dating,

like to the point where you would go off work early and wait for him at the entrance

gally ALWAyS shipped you guys (shocker) he didn't let it show, but he would let you go off work to wait for him and shit.

He confessed at a bonfire one random ass night

y'all ended up making out drunk as all get up behind the homestead

you guys didn't become official until months later

but you did have random make out sessions

Obviously, no one knew that was happening

good ol' Benny was tryna slide in and minho got PISSED

like there was an argument and punch on

in the med jacks later, he said that he loved u and wanted to make shit official.

When you guys go get to have quality time together, his hands are always on you, on your waist, around your shoulders, on your thighs, holding your hand, you name it.

You will be on his lap on bonfire night, I assure you

This man is obsessed with your thighs, he loves them so much

like when y'all are making out, he is grabbing them like no tomorrow.

Flirting bro

he loves it

even before you guys started dating, he would flirt to the ends of the earth,

PICKUP LINES????

This man has no problem making you all flustered and shi when he's flirting, but the moment you flirt back he is speechless, an absolute mess of a man.

SMUT TIME Y'ALL

THIS MAN IS A WHORE AND WE ALL KNOW IT

he would be so top energy but the moment u grind on him, it's all over folks, he is WHIPPED

he is weirdly good at this type of shit, like

eating out king bro

loves to be in between your thighs

when you guys had your first time, he was on cloud nine bro

he hadn't even jacked off b4, and that kinda pleasure was unmatchable

let's just say minho is vocal, very vocal

everyone else is traumatised

I feel like he would love it when you sit on his face, and you pull his hair

[forsoobado137]

Recently got dragged back into the fandom and I like your take on the reveal stuff! I always had a soft spot for em, and I was wondering what other headcanons you had for America? Or maybe if you see him as this unshippable character that's just a bro to everyone lol

America was literally MADE for fame. He loves making public appearances, being on TV, and posting on social media. He's always doing something crazy, whether it be climbing the Statue of Liberty, or trying to build a rocket in his backyard.

America makes all kinds of posts. They usually involve memes, comics, superhero shows, dangerous stunts, or jokes about trending topics. His instagram is a mix between "Official pictures", gym pics, parties, and selfies with other nations. Whenever he posts a picture with England, it's a common trend to find England's POV on his instagram and compare the two contrasting attitudes.

He also has a cooking series on YouTube and Tiktok (That Canada usually co-stars in). It's basically become a matter of "Which foreign dish will he bastardize this week?" He's a good cook, but everything he makes is extremely American. A lot of his other videos involve him trying to rope Canada into trying a dumb challenge together. America also does viral dances. He thinks those videos are popular because people like his dance skills. But they're actually popular because he's a hottie. He's completely oblivious to that fact.

America is so meme-ified that it's a little jarring to see him carrying out official duties. There are some people who tweeted stuff like "Why is Alfred with Obama?!" before realizing he's literally the NP and not just a funny American dude. I imagine this has always been the case, like when America fought in WWI, people were like "Oh damn I see you".

As for your last sentence, you're kinda right 🤣 I personally see him as aromantic. But also see him as someone who enjoys getting laid, so I ship him in that way. But I'm not telling you who I ship him with because it's a secret shhhh...

[kaaaaaaarf]

monday snippin'

Thanks for tagging me @lynxindisguise & @fruityindividual <3 I'm going through a bit of a dry spell when it comes to my writing, but I did write this last week for my band au, which is absolutely feel good and absolutely not soul destroying.

Sirius is slow to wake—it's their final day in town and he has nowhere to be. He blinks dazedly at the early morning sun filtering in through the window and smiles—he feels warm and happy. He basks in the feeling for a moment, lets himself doze a moment more before he registers how strange it is that he's so warm—he's sweating, actually, and can feel his t-shirt sticking to his back. The puff of breath on the nape of his neck gives it away. Fuck. "You can't keep doing this." "We're not doing anything." Remus mumbles, at least having the good grace to sound chastised. "Remus." he sighs, running his hand tiredly over his face, "I've woken up with you plastered to my back every day this week. I definitely fell asleep alone." A long pause, and then, "My bed's too big..." "It's a queen." He can hear Remus swallow, "The rooms too cold." "That's what the heating dial is for." "Well, you're not in my bed." Remus sounds petulant even as he strokes Sirius' hair back from his face, placing an all too gentle kiss to his temple. Sirius sort of wants to scream from how good it all is. He can feel his eyes start to well—from longing or frustration he isn't sure. "You can't do this to me, Remus." he groans, "You can't hold me and pretend that it's nothing—you know this means something to me. It hurts too much to be this close to the thing I want so fucking badly and can't have." "I'm sorry." "Are you?" "Just...five more minutes. Please, let me hold you for five more minutes? Then I'll leave. I promise." Sirius lets it happen, of course he does. It's another hour (and yet another broken promise) before Remus finally gets up and goes—only leaving the telltale ache in Sirius' chest as proof he was there at all.

np tagging: @kaleidoscopexsighs, @moon-seas, @pain-in-the-riri, @imsiriuslyreading, @colgatebluemintygel

@emjayeingray, @brigid-faye, @hihimissamericanbi, @divinerapturee & @just--vi

[httpiastri]

jak crawford x reader

the ring is perfect.

it's not too big, but loose enough to make it easy to twirl around around your finger with your thumb. it's more of a nervous habit than anything else, really; but jak still places his hand over yours to still your movements.

it's very simple, with a silver band and a few little gemstones along the edge. you haven't asked what they're made of; you know he can afford them with all of his racing money, but you really don't care if they're diamonds or glass shards. besides, a wildly expensive ring wouldn't really fit into this setting, anyway.

jak's thumb brushes over your knuckles, his eyes following the dressed-up lawyer running in through the front door looking more than mildly confused. a security officer shows him the right way to some courtroom, her voice drowned out by the wails of a toddler in the far corner of the waiting room. the mother of the child tries anything she can to cheer him up, bouncing him on her knee and singing songs and playing with his toy cars, as the bags under her eyes seem to grow deeper by the second. the father merely grunts beside her and scrolls further down the news article on his phone.

the noise level in the room is not objectively loud per se; you're just a little extra sensitive, you assume. but at the same time, you could probably fall asleep right here and now, lulled to a slumber by the ambient music flowing from the speakers. it's been a long night, to be fair – it's already nearing eight in the morning, meaning you've been up for over a day – but it had to be done.

your parents were thankfully fast asleep when jak arrived at your door some seven hours ago. you've never been good at sneaking around, but with parents who always sleep like the dead after a few drinks, you've never had any reason to. the actual packing and moving of all your personal belongings into jak's car wasn't that time-consuming, but the car ride back to his home in charlotte, north carolina, along with the waiting for the courthouse to finally open, took all night.

it all felt far too familiar. like jumping into his car when he picked you up from school, not caring that your parents were expecting you to go straight home; running away with him during the weekends, paying no mind to your parents' enforced house arrest; most importantly, spending time with that one boy they did never approve of.

but it was never quite this serious when you were younger.

you're still teenagers now, but it's so different. you're far more grown; far more mature than those little kids you were years ago when you still lived in charlotte, just a thirty minute drive away from jak, before your parents bought that house some 500 miles away. you feel like you're a completely new person – and yet, that little girl from all those years ago still blushes inside of you when you turn your head to meet jak's eyes.

"are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asks, eyes scanning yours for any kind of sign. "you seem... unsure."

you shake your head instantly. "i'm just tired."

tired of waiting, planning, stalling.

tired of being anything other than his.

he gives you a quick nod, his hand squeezing yours, his own wedding band cool against the back of your hand.

jak bought your ring months ago but never found a good time to give it to you.

what time could be better to propose than the night your girlfriend is escaping from her parents without as much as a note to say goodbye?

you said yes, of course; there's nothing you'd rather do than spend the rest of your life with him. he had hoped for that answer, but he had not expected you to suggest getting married right away. but here and now, nothing feels more right.

maybe the wedding itself isn't that big of a deal, but you both know your feelings are.

"i always expected them to be here, you know?"

your voice breaks the thickening silence that's filled the room since the family in the corner left. you rest your head on jak's shoulder and he hums, a sign for you to go on.

"like, not actually here, but... at my wedding." you intertwine your fingers with his, unable to suppress your sigh. "in some twisted way, i assumed we would have gotten better by then, and that they would want to be here."

despite everything that's happened, you can't blame your parents too much. you get it, you really do; they wanted a certain life for you. a good life, one where they had gotten to plan out every little detail with great care.

unfortunately, that wasn't the life you wanted for yourself.

they gave up so much to move to the america they had seen in the movies; the home of the brave, the land of the free. not the america that would surely but slowly tear their family apart, if even just by giving their daughter a small taste of freedom.

that intoxicating drug. even a tiny bit was enough to make you realize how free you can be, and how stupid you would be to want anything else.

"maybe... one day, they will want to be here," jak answers, turning his head to let his lips meet the top of your head. "then we could have a ceremony with them."

that silence from before appears again, but for some reason, your heart flutters at the meaning behind the words. "you sure have good imagination, crawford."

someone calls out your names, and the sound of your parents' surname already stings a bit. jak has been calling you "mrs. crawford" for half a day now, so anything else already sounds unnatural.

and maybe because in reality, you've always been, and always will be, mrs. crawford.

you both rise to your feet and walk hand-in-hand into your new life.

the start of forever.

"neither of us had a lot of time to write these vows, but... here we go... this ring around my finger... it could just as well be made of paper or string. its true worth doesn't lie in its material, but in the love it represents. i would still wear it until i die, just like i will be by your side until i give in to death. you've always been mine, and now what's mine is yours. i offer you everything i am. our relationship may not fit into the conventional molds or follow the traditional paths, but it's ours, and i wouldn't change a single moment of our journey together."

[atrirose]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 !

' you're my favorite boy ' said by my favorite girl

— synopsis : enhypen ship dynamic :)

ft. enhypen members , fluff , warning : cursing

ADVISORY TO READ IT WHEN NO ONE IS AROUND BECAUSE YOU WILL BLUSH AND SMILE LIKE CRAZY

HEESEUNG : blunt and clueless ; he is the clueless one, like his s/o would be telling me that he looks like a tall emo kid and he would still say "you think I'm tall 😍" smiling after ignoring the whole point and turning it into a compliment, shouts out for heeseung for being clueless or else no one would date your blunt ass.

JAY : loves talking and loves listening ; loves to listen every thing that comes out of your mouth, you need to talk about your crazy aunt, np jay got you even though he is trying to do his homework ; need to talk about your bais, np even though he is your boyfriend he will somehow listen to it, you name it he is always ears , likes to cuddle during your daily 2 hr gossip session "yn im sleepy~" — "so I was like bitch sit down- wait you want to sleep" no he is wide awake tell him about your bitch classmate "nah babe go ahead"

JAKE : black cat and golden retriever ; aye we all saw that coming lol, literal embodiment of a golden retriever, he shows enough love for both of you, radiates litral sun rays, human charger, "i cant read Caucasian" no matter how much you love him its just too much " i SWEAR JAKE YOU STRESS ME OUT LIKE WDYM CAUCASIAN- ITS CURSIVE ENGLISH BITCH"

SUNGHOON : flirty narcissists and nonchalant ; randomly picked you to annoy next but guess his charms doesn't work on you "I'm the best partner you can ask for but hey don't fall for me" you secretly enjoyed his reaction after you turn him down "i would rather fall off a cliff" and cue the most dramatic gasp ever by yours truly sunghoon.

SUNOO : sun and moon ; sometimes you wonder which planet did you save to have a bf like him, sunoo entering the classroom starts with a smile that lights the whole classroom then he sits next to you "good morning, here have a short cake its your favorite" smiles, thats it he is too bright, its hard to even look at him.

JUNGWON : confident extrovert with lots of friends and introvert who loves the extrovert ; you can't even count the number of times you felt like someone might take your jungwon from you but his caring and loyal ass proves otherwise "oi oi, where are you going, you are my lab partner" he grabs you by your hoodie "I just thought you have got someone else" drags you with him.

NIKI : smart student and the class clown ; dumb thats what he is, anything he says is not serious and should not be taken as one, he is the most annoying and his voice its so...sweet, "hey! miss A+ please give me the answer please or else I will fail, I swear I will buy you ice creams for a month" actually you are the dumb one, why would you fall for that clown

AN : after a century ! hi my lovessss

[adobe-outdesign]

What are your thoughts on the 25th anniversary pet colours?

As a whole, I really like the 25th anniversary colour. I have a few gripes with some more technical things, which I'll touch on momentarily, but I think it's a fun colour that stands on its own.

Visually, I think it manages to nail the three big aspects: base colour, individuality, and customization. For the base colour, the semi-opaque stars are a great nod to the Neopets brand that also happen to look "celebratory", and it makes sure the base isn't too similar to any plain colours. I've heard some argue that 25th anniversary is too close to starry as a colour, but I disagree; sure, they both have stars, but one is always blue with yellow stars and no wearables, while one is... not that. Like, you're never going to confuse the two.

I also think the colour works in terms of both overall coherency and and individuality. Each pet has a simple main hue for the base with stars, and then a few small celebration-y items for custimization. However, the base color is different for each pet and the wearables also vary, so each pet still feels unique. The wearables are also a nice touch because they add a little something and are unique to this colour, but are completely optional. It reminds me a lot of valentine in execution, which is a good thing.

The colour also comes in "celebratory" styles. The styles are variable in quality; some of them have really fun poses and good shading, while others look very flat and have very thin linework or strange proportions. However, I'm not quite as picky with these because they're all-new styles not based on any actual pre-customization art, unlike something like the recent dynamic Halloween and Ghost styles. Either way, I do like the styles and I think they add some life.

My only issue with this colour is that we only have, like, five pets in it. Don't get me wrong, it's normal to only get a handful of pets in a given colour when it debuts... but the reason is that each species needs to be designed, whereas here, we know most species already have a 25th anniversary design thanks to promo materials. It probably would bother me less except we have way more pet styles than we do non-styles, which feels kind of gross; almost like part of the colour is paywalled for certain species until further notice.

Also, my other minor beef is that "25th anniversary" is a very clunky pet name; not only is it a mouthful, but it doesn't make sense in-universe (the 25th anniversary of what, exactly?) and makes it weird to release 25th anniversary pets on any other anniversary, which they're apparently planning to.

Favorite Species:

Xweetok: Unfortunately there's no NP colour for this one yet, which like I said above I'm really not a fan of as a practice. However, this is a really 25th anniversary pet regardless. It comes decked out in a bow, wings, and balloons, and uses a pink/green/orange palette that really shouldn't work and yet somehow does. The winking pose for this one is also very fun and adds a lot of personality.

Uni: I don't know why I like the Uni so much; maybe it's just the nice rearing pose, or maybe it's just that I like the light blue, yellow, and pink palette. Regardless, it's very pretty, and that's coming from a person who normally isn't huge on Unis. My only beef with it is that the hair clip stars and the bow have colored lineart for some reason, and the bow is stapled directly on the body without a ribbon around the neck—a weirdly common problem with 25th Anniversary pets for reasons I don't quite understand.

Kougra: Of the five pets to currently have both a NP option and a style, the Kougra has a very fun base color; a mix of red, blue, and yellow that's kind of similar to the base red Kougra but also not at all. There's not a whole lot of wearables, but the Kougra's fairly complicated default design combined with the colours makes it kind of work, seeing as it would likely look too busy otherwise. My only issue with the customized version is, similar to the Uni, the stapled-on tie with colored linework, though at least you can remove it here. The style is nice, more expressive but not over-exaggerated; proportions are a bit off (the head is way too big, and the body's a little too skinny), but that's not a huge deal.

[m00neroni]

🌟wip wednesday🌟

thank you @goldenprophetwrites for the tag ❤️

now that the first chapter is out and about I can finally start sharing some more from It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Love (my main focus rn.) so here's tiny part of good and lovely godfather Sirius and besotted Remus (as God intended.)

(it's unedited so if you see a typo, no you don't)

"Wait?" Harry frowns as he looks between his godfather and the train back and forth. "We wait for Santa?"

"Yes, but just a little bit." He replies and rubs the child's back soothingly. "Can you be patient? Remember we talked about it? Waiting is good because sometimes better things happen next, right?"

"Alwight. First train, then Santa." The toddler replies and then he snuggles and rests his head on Sirius' shoulder, still staring intently at the train but seemingly happy with the upcoming situation.

"You've always been so good with him," Remus says, voice low, several seconds later, and, when Sirius looks up from staring besottedly at his godson, he finds his friend looking at them with what seems to be a similar expression. "Ever since he was born, y'know? You're his favourite."

"Well, he's very easy to love, I guess." He shrugs, returning the smile, and bounces the child gently to make him laugh. "But that's not true. The being his favourite part, he loves you just as much."

The other man chuckles as he shakes his head in dismissal, but he doesn't look bothered or really affected at all when his eyes look right into Sirius', something akin to affection swimming in them.

"No, he doesn't. And that's fine. I'll love him enough for the both of us for the time being, and I'll be fine waiting to see if he ever decides I can be, at least, his second favourite." He finally replies, still whispering so the people around them can't fully listen to the very incriminating conversation, and steps forward to caress Harry's cheek with his fingers. "He's the best at judging character, and was definitely right when he chose you."

np tags: @alwaysyouuuuuu @nocturnal-phantom @brinkworth @chlobliviate and @wannabelilybriscoe ❤️

[wild-west-wind]

Hi 👋As a Park Ranger (interpretative, like me?), I assume you know all about how the NPS was formed- most of the land was brutally, illegally taken from the local tribes. I've been having a moral dilemma about my role in the national park system. I love educating the public and being a positive influence, but am I upholding an oppressive system? I know that if I were to switch to education or to museums, it'd be the same question. What I'm asking is: how do you reconcile with that?

I mean, this is true of all the land in the US, so it's bigger than the park service.

Before I dig into this as a white person, here's what Deb Haaland has to say:

I think that the Park Service has a lot to reckon with historically, and I think parks lately are showing some interest in trying to do that. From big parks like Yellowstone bringing diverse Indigenous stakeholders to to table on management decisions while also supplying buffalo to regrow and strengthen herds thousands of miles away, to Canyon de Chelly's requirement that tourists travel into the canyon only with a Navajo guide in recognition of the location's sacred nature, to Pipestone National Monument celebrating ongoing traditional pipestone quarrying, to advocacy for protection by the Department of the Interior at Bears Ears.

As a (pretty much entirely) white interp ranger, I understand that I'm living in someone else's home, but I was living in someone else's home when I lived in LA too, and none of that is unique to the US. And honestly I think, for the tremendous flaws of the National Park idea, at least we try to preserve things. In a lot of colonial nations that hasn't been the case.

I think more National Park Sites should form better relationships with local tribal governments, and see what they want. Different people have different relationships with different places, and will want different things. I think the Park Service should open the door to co management more, and encourage more opportunities for Indigenous people to tell their own stories and not leave it all in the hands of randos like us. I think we're moving the right direction in that regard.

The fact of the matter, in the end, is that none of this begins or ends with the Park Service. It's a puzzle piece, a tool used to enact, enforce, repair, undo, and uphold the ideals of a nation that has never effectively dealt with its past, present, or future. I think protecting land from development and preserving natural spaces is a valuable, albeit naive, goal. It can't be done in a vacuum though. As I look toward a future of the National Parks, I see a lot more Native involvement in their management. That will look different in each site, in reflection of the different cultures there. I can't speak to what that will look like for anywhere in particular, but it is happening already, and as educators it's part of our job to explain the whys and hows of that to people who don't get it, and who think sharing will mean losing something they love. At the end of the day, that thing they loved was broken, and there is good momentum behind fixing it, and most people can understand that given time.

I think it's good that you feel guilty. It means you're paying attention. I think the important thing now is to turn that into momentum and passion. Figure out what you can do and do it.

[sixlane]

wip (it out!!)

share whatever project you're working on right now, except 'project' is incredibly open ended. It could be fic, original writing, playlists, art, crafts, whatever it is you're doing!

ty for the tag @quillkiller !!!

some get him back ch. 3 action. i promiseeeee this will be out soon <33

“What were you expecting?” James asks, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest in a cocky display. His legs are spread and if Regulus were looking he’d probably see the faint outline of his cock through his joggers. Which would make him think about the time it was hard and inches away from his face while he licked along James’ v-line. Which would bring back thoughts about what James tastes like. But he’s not looking. So he’s not thinking about any of that.

Regulus shrugs. “I don’t know. Business or something.”

“Business?” James asks through a laugh. “Why?”

“Aren’t all assholes business majors?”

Regulus thinks it’s a fair question but James just rolls his eyes and smiles. “If you think I’m such an asshole, why are you internet stalking me and staring at my dick?”

Shit. Regulus’ eyes snap up. What does he even say to that? He can feel his cheeks heating but decides to make the most of his slip-up. “Assholes can be hot James. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” And for good measure, “that’s why I’m still fucking Barty.”

np tags: @honeybcj @veryinnovative @moon-seas @malchai @ecstarry @foursaints @rottin6

[finniestoncrane]

Wearing In

General!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 750 ok so technically this is sort of unnamed goon x reader, but rest assured eddie is sitting on a little seat watching and orchestrating everything 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: cuckoldery kinda, free use a little bit, sexual instruction, it's hard to describe this lmao

Your partner was nameless of course. They all were these days. The staff turnover within the ranks of The Riddler's henchmen was far worse than any other gang or faction in Gotham. As far as notorious criminals went, he was by far the worst when it came to any semblance of humanity. His workers were merely tools to be used. No loyalty needed, because under threat of an elaborate death, they tended to do exactly as he told them to do. And his extensive banks of knowledge meant everyone they knew and loved were at risk alongside them, should they disappoint him.

Edward Nygma even found it beneath him to have to call out "you there" to whatever poor minion was closest to him. The notion of learning the names of the ill-fated fools on his roster, then, was a ridiculous one. Why should have have to learn something as useless as that when they didn't even come trained half the time.

Training. The bane of his existence. You expected that was why he wasn't wasting any of his own energy on training you. Not when he could command someone else to do the physical part himself, while he barked orders from a seat across from you. Legs crossed, fingers drumming slowly against his knee.

It really could have been any one of them, any number of goons who happened to be walking by him when he decided it was time to wear you in. This man in particular had just happened to be lucky, or unlucky, depending on how any of the parties involved were objectively looking at the situation they found themselves in. You considered yourself the latter, given that Edward had somehow managed to choose one of his larger men to train you up.

As you hissed in pain, pressing your eyes shut tight and staring to the ground, he hesitated a moment. Pulling his cock out of your stretched and sensitive cunt, you let out a small sigh of relief. This seemed to irritate Edward, as he caught your chin with the rounded edge of his cane. He pushed it up, letting your eyes find him as he returned the intense stare past his domino mask.

"Keep your head up, please. As much as I hate to admit it, any hint of pleasure during this exercise may bruise my ego, so I want to be sure you're not enjoying yourself."

As your eyes began to drive instinctively down, trying to avoid his intense gaze, he tapped your chin, a dull pain appearing and quickly dissipating, but enough to have you focused on him.

"He's here to break you in. To make sure you know what's to be expected from you. The pleasure, I assure you, will come much later. When you're finally good enough, practised enough, for me to bother with you."

Edward nodded towards the goon, who eased the head of his cock between your plump, swollen lips, your body tensing as he filled you up once more. Fingers scratching at the floor you knelt on, mouth opening in a silent scream as Edward pulled his cane back and continued to speak.

"I don't need something shiny and new. Something pretty and untouched. I need tried and tested. Provable. Worthy."

How much longer did you have to last though? You could feel, with the exertion, the embarrassment, the feeling of your partner's thick, large cock hitting your cervix as he made you fit around him. Surely now, you were suitably worn in?

"I need to know that I won't be wasting my time with something that isn't good enough for me. Do you think you're good enough for me yet?"

He didn't let you answer, interrupting whatever word you were about to say.

"Np, you're not. You're barely good enough for him, whatever his name is. So. Stay on your arms and legs and let him stretch you out and warm you up while I watch and make sure you're responding the right way."

Your eyes remained open, even past the intense heat in your stomach, the slight clouding of your vision as you prepared to hold back the climax that was about to wash over you.

"Maybe then, you'll get your reward."

He palmed himself, the tent at the front of his pants visible even from where you were, as you resigned yourself to yet more pounding at his command.

[quintessenceofdust88]

(seven) + sentence sunday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard! Thank you smm for the tag ❤️

Since today marks exactly a month til Christmas, I'll share the first seven sentences of my little town Christmas AU where Buck's a baker (yes, I do have two baker Buck WIPs, and funnily enough, the Christmas one was already in the plans before 08.07) and Tommy's a pilot for Greenpeace:

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It was a snowy day in Flame Pine, and Buck had finally flipped the sign of his bakery, The Flaming Delight (no one had ever accused him of much creativity), to closed. Now, the only people left were his parents, Bobby and Athena, and Hen and Karen. They were tucked in a corner, enjoying the pastries Buck hadn't sold during the day and fresh cups of hot chocolate, while he wiped the counter clean and flipped the chairs.

"Do you want some help, kid?" His dad asked, halfway to getting up, and Buck waved him off.

"Nah, Dad, I'm good, you've worked all day. You're helping by taking care of the leftovers for me" Buck reassured him, and Bobby sat back down, his eyes still on his kid. Buck knew his parents thought he worked too much, and he sent a pleading look to Hen so she'd change the subject before he could get started.

"So" Hen took the hint, her voice taking that gossip-y tone Buck knew so well. "Have you heard that Elizabeth's brother finally arrived in town?"

"What, the pilot?" Athena confirmed, taking a sip of her cocoa. "Has he finally managed to leave whatever forest in South America he was in?" -- I plan to have this one ready and published in December! It'll be veeery Hallmark movie style, so stay tuned for that if silly Christmas rom-coms are your thing 🌲🌲🌲 Np (especially considering Sunday's almost over hehe) tagging @unhingedangstaddict @actuallyitsellie @typicalopposite and whoever else wants to join!

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asking this not as a gotcha, but genuinely for perspective, as i respect how much you've read and wrote about antipsychiatry. so, i was committed in a psych ward as a teen, and the help i received there inspired me to pursue becoming a pediatric psych np. there's a lot about the system that angered me, but the good nurses i met there had an impact on me. i've also had a rough time finding the right prescribers for meds as an adult, and i've considered working primarily in medication management- to be the attentive resource that i wish i had years ago. i see you've answered someone who aspired to be a therapist- but would my goal be more likely to hurt than help, in this system? i intend to be critical, and not spout shit like ODD as a legit diagnosis; rather, my main goal would be to recognize how a kid's home is affecting them, as having that safer space away from my own home helped me realize the context of why i was that way. but plenty of people claim to have the best intentions, and then become abusive once in these positions of power, so perspective would be very appreciated. thank you

hey anon - thanks for this message. i've answered similar ones a few times before (1) (2) (3), but here are a few thoughts:

honestly, most good/good-intentioned people don't last very long in highly abusive institutional environments. my current therapist started out in a residential ed treatment place, and left to start a private practice because she couldn't stomach the abuse she faced from her superiors, nor the abuse she was expected to inflict upon residents. i have disabled/Mad friends who have gone into social work and/or psych-focused medicine. i do not know of any who have stuck around in psych ward/other high-control settings. it's a painful, demoralizing job even for people without lived experience, never mind for those of us who have been through it as patients.

the ones that stay often harden. there are always exceptions - there were a couple of staff in each of the places i was that were truly special people, not because of the institution but in spite of it - but most of the staff i encountered, from psych nurses to house parents to psychiatrists to social workers - were sharp and cold. maybe you won't become this, but either way, you'll have to put up with it.

and that's the fundamental problem, imo. even if you preserve your own code of ethics, you will not only be structurally limited by the regulations and demands of wherever you work, but you will also be in an atmosphere at best apathetic and at worst actively hostile to the autonomy and well-being of patients as such. you will have to choose between standing by at times of injustice/violence, or risking your job. we both know what happens behind those locked doors.

at the same time: these units will not close if you choose not to work there. people will not stop needing medication management; kids will not stop needing support amid abusive family/home situations. at the same time, it is in practice extremely difficult to effect real change for kids experiencing abuse - hard to get kids out of abusive homes permanently, hard to find non-abusive foster families, impossible to effectively support traumatized young people in these times of transition given the piss poor systems we have.

whether you'd be "hurting more than helping," while a fair question, is beside the point. i'm not entirely sure it's possible for anyone within these institutional strictures to 'help' in a long term sense at all. BUT, you would certainly make peoples' lives/stays in the hospital less painful in the short-term, even if you're pulling your hair out with frustration at the intransigence and needless cruelty of your colleagues. while you're considering what to do in career terms, i think it's also worth considering leadership positions where you can be a safe, supportive adult for young people without the expectations of the institution - a scout leader, coach, theater director, etc. (these are also not mutually exclusive with actual careers ofc) if you wanted to focus on the medical space, patient advocacy is also an option.

overall, i don't want to uniformly tell you "don't ever go into that", because, as i said, the position will exist regardless and i would prefer Mad kids to have as much access to compassion as humanly possible in a profoundly cruel system. but i also want to make clear that the violence attendant to that system will not be escapable for you, nor will you be able to move through it without perpetuating some of your own. think carefully about what you're able to tolerate.

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Hello🙂 I'm really new to your Blog and I really adored Miguel O'hara so much.. Can You please write something for him and to his Filipina Girlfriend when the Reader let's him meet the her whole Family and they're liked challenged him for a Drinking game to see how serious he was on the Reader.. Thank you so much

HIYA ANON !! welcome to my blog, happy to see you here :>> also same, i adore him too 🛐🛐🛐(when he's not beating up miles 😭) BUT OOOOO I LOVE THAT IDEA !! np, and i hope this is any good >:DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

drunk miguel x filipina reader

content warnings! mentions of excessive alcohol intake, if you are uncomfortable with this topic, please don't read any further ^^

"do you really love her?" your cousin asked miguel, who was lurching over on the table, horribly drunk and a little sick of the alcohol he was taking in. you didn't want to see the aftermath of this, you didn't want to know what kind of answer miguel would give despite trusting him so much. it wasn't that you didn't trust him, it was that you had so many horrible experiences with this kind of crap your cousins pulled that you couldn't bear to see it. you tried to get miguel away from them, but he suddenly blurted out his answer.

"i do." he said, his voice slurred and heavy from the drinking. your cousins nodded and agreed sarcastically, which made you question if you were even related to these people. "aren't there better options for you to fall in love with? come on, look at you! surely, you've looked at other people in ways you never looked at our cousin before, no?" they pressed him, eager to hear his response. you couldn't be any more disgusted or angry at their behavior, so you got up and started shouting--shouting at them to leave miguel alone, to leave you alone, to mind their own business as adults because they really didn't seem to get the memo. as you were shouting at them, miguel took your hand, and though he was still hunched over the table, he responded in a weak voice. "never. never have i... wanted anyone... the way i wanted... her." he confessed as he mustered the strength to look up at you with such a genuine expression on his face.

"i... i want nobody else. just you, mahal ko." he said as he looked you in the face and tried smiling, despite the alcohol already bringing him into the sober but dazed stage. he leaned over to kiss your lips, he needed nothing more right now than the feeling of you on him, right here and right now. he's rambling and mumbling, on and on, about how he's dreamed of marrying you, spending the rest of his life with you, maybe having kids with you if you wanted. "i've thought of... of names for them all, mahal..." he went on as he leaned against you, gradually putting his weight down on you. after your cousins realized that, even when drunk, he was pretty much hopelessly in love with you, they lost interest in the game and went back to their own worlds as miguel jumped to the giddy stage as he wrapped his arms around you for a bear hug and kissed you all over your face, as if he was separated from you for a lifetime, when in reality, you were hear the whole time--holding his hand while he drank away everything your cousins gave him.

"i meant every word of it, y'know..." he whispered to you with a slight giggle as he held you closer and squeezed you a little tighter. "they said... 'when drunk, the truth comes out'... they didn't need to make me drunk to... to make me remind them all that... you're all i want." he said as he began running a hand through your hair and chuckling as he fidgeted with a lock of your hair and smiling wider when he saw you smile. "you have such a perfect smile. it's enough to knock me out..." he said as he leaned over to kiss your cheek, and soon, his head fell to your shoulder, almost knocking you down with his size. you called for your other cousins to help you take him to your room, and they teased both of you for how disgustingly sweet you two were with each other.

as you and your cousins plopped him down on your bed, you closed the lights and curled up into the bed next to him. miguel was still a little awake when you snuggled in next to him, so he seized the opportunity to grab you by the waist and pull you in for another hug, calling you all his favorite nicknames for you and complimenting every bit of you as you two lay there on your bed. "i'll love you forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and... ever." he said as he kissed your nose. you placed your hands on either sides of his cheeks and giggled. "and i'll love you forever, and ever, and ever, miggy." you said as you kissed him on his soft, pouty-like lips as he let the alcohol drift him off to the land of sleep in your arms as you hugged him by his waist now, both of you in each other's arms.

a/n: ang himbing ng tulog ng lasing 🥰

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

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“I don’t actually count 2x08 as character assassination for alicent”

What makes you say that? No hate, just curious because I know a lot of Rhaenicents who openly started hating the ship after Episode 8 specifically because of what the writers did to Alicent’s character.

np! look, I understand it felt like such a big character change (especially if you've read the book, which hotd is obviously meant to be based on) and again I do think they could've handled it significantly better than they did- I've seen great points from both sides (sides of saying it didn't make sense vs it did make sense) and my personal conclusion is I think I understand what they were attempting to portray, but that they didn't do a good job of it.

Don't get me wrong now, I'm still upset with it! but I still think there's hope for her character and that it hasn't been completely destroyed.

Imo, I think it could've made more sense for alicent to beg for the lives of aegon and helaena (and their daughter) saying she'll take them all away and that rhaenyra can just say aegon died of his wounds, or burn a body beyond recognition and show that to the small folk - but pretty much that there'll be no threat against her position because people will think he's dead (and he'll be far away.) And I think the 'sacrifice' could've been aemond. I mean alicent knows aemond is on his own path of destruction, and would refuse to leave with them if she asked, she also knows he's dangerous and untrustworthy. The 'sacrifice' could be that she's letting aemond go, knowing she can't save him from himself but she's saving her two other children.

I do heavily agree that her giving aegon up (whilst it wasn't necessarily 'serving him up happily' to rhaenyra as I've seen people describe - because it was clear this was still a difficult decision and she wasn't gleeful about it in any way) didn't make sense. Especially because how she stayed by aegon day and night during his injuries, and now that he's become more lucid they haven't even had a single conversation, their last conversation being an argument of sorts. So it was upsetting to see, and again I think her 'giving up' anyone would've made sense with aemond more and her doing it to save her children/grandchild.

And yes! this is what I mean when i say you can't treat alicent like this as a character and then push rhaenicent, because that's not how rhaenicent works and you're ruining rhaenicent just as much, so I completely understand why many rhaenicent fans were upset (myself included! again I am upset, maybe I'm just silly and hopeful and want to look at the good side or try to see from their perspective of what they were trying to do with her but we'll just have to see in s3)

we will see what happens, hopefully they take a different approach in s3 tho

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Another?

My Graves brain rot is festering. That's it. That's the message.

This contains NSFW content.

It is rare you get to have a break or some quality alone time. Being a parent to two rowdy ten-year-olds and an NP at a local doctor's office keeps you busy like no other, especially since your husband is often busy with his own job. So imagine your unbridled surprise when you get home one Friday afternoon and the house is eerily quiet. You even check your watch to make sure you didn't accidentally leave work early or something (which was impossible). You're almost tempted to call Phillip but you already know he's home by his black truck parked in the driveway. "Honey?" You finally call out into the silence as you take your shoes off in the entryway. "Yep?" Phillip's voice echoed from the dining room. "Where are Abigail and James?" You begin your quiet march to the dining room, but not getting a response makes your pace quicken.

One look at the dining room made any words waiting on your tongue melt back into your throat. Your favorite flowers were sitting in the centerpiece vase that had been empty for weeks, plates were made and set out, and the aroma was enough to make your mouth water after a day of limited snacking between appointments and a lunch spent researching. Standing right beside it all was your grinning husband dressed casually in a button-up and jeans, hands confidently resting on his hips. "Welcome home baby, and to answer your question they're at my folks." You were stunned, not because this was an uncommon occurrence but because it was almost always planned ahead of time. The look on your face slowly gives way to unrestrained affection, matching Phillip's as you walk forward and gently wrap your arms around his waist. "This is one of the best welcome homes I've had in a while." You place a gentle kiss on his lips but it's his hands that keep you there as he holds your face in his hands, guiding and deepening the kiss at the pace he wants. You do eventually have to give his hip a gentle tap and pull away, if you continue like this there won't be any food left at all. "Let me go put my bag and papers away baby…" You swear you've never seen a grown man pout faster, it made you laugh as you wrangled yourself free from his grabbing hands and made your way to the bedroom to put stuff away.

"Phillip…I love you but this is suspicious." He had been incessant about showing you a gift he had apparently brought home earlier today while everyone was gone. You had an idea of what it could be, especially since you noticed a brand-new swimsuit laid on your dresser. All he could do was roll his eyes from behind you, his hand holding your arm as he herded you to the back patio. "I love you too sweetheart, now hush." He let go of you to slide open the back door, you could hear him scuffling about but it took about a minute before he cleared his throat. "Alright, open your eyes." You had to blink a few times to get your eyes fully focused but the sight was just as romantic as the dining room. The patio was lit up by the string lights you loved and flower petals covered the ground. You stepped out to get a good look at everything and it was then that you spotted the star of the show. "You did not get a hot tub." "I sure did sweet cheeks." Oh God, you were going to have a hell of a time keeping your kids away from it. Before you could protest Phillip was grabbing you and picking you up by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and causing an undignified squeak to escape your lips. "Phillip!" He was already using the hand not holding your legs down to tug at your pants and underwear. "Gotta get you undressed if we wanna hop in."

You couldn't deny how much you were loving the warm water and jets. As soon as he helped you in it was like your muscles immediately released their tension from weeks of stress. You couldn't help but sink further into the warm water, leaving only your shoulders exposed to the cool night air as you watched your husband undress with practiced ease. He didn't even bother to hide the smirk on his lips when your eyes immediately trailed his toned body, the smirk even seemed to grow as your eyes noticed his half-hard cock. All too happy to stroke his ego further, you licked your lips in barely disguised hunger before a faux pout overtook your features. "I'm awfully lonely in here." Phillip chuckled as he finally climbed into the hot tub, seating himself across from you intentionally. "Guess I could remedy that." You knew this game, you were going to have to close the gap between you two if you wanted more. Lucky for him, you were a sweet partner, always eager to please. It wasn't a moment after he sat down that you were climbing onto his lap, pressing your warm, wet chest against his while your hands instinctually found themselves softly massaging the nape of his neck. The man instantly let out a groan of approval as he squeezed at your hips in return. "So good for me sweet pea." You pressed your lips to his cheek with a hum. That wasn't nearly enough for him though. His hand was quick to hold the back of your neck as he pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, lips and tongue working in tandem to open your mouth with practiced ease. It felt like heaven when he took control like this, it was addicting in ways you weren't sure you could ever describe. He always had control, you both knew that, but in moments like this, it felt like he was pulling the submission from you slowly instead of demanding it with an iron grip. You loved both ways, but something about this seemed even more intoxicating at the moment.

Surprisingly it wasn't you who pulled away first, but Phillip. His eyes were full of hunger, but there was something in them, the fragment of a question. "Everything okay baby?" Your hands moved up to cup his jaw, thumbs tracing the expanse of his cheeks. "Everything's fine darlin', just gotta question." "What is it?" Your forehead leaned forward to rest against his in a soft display of affection before leaning back so he could answer. "Can we have another?" You knew what he was asking, but just to be sure. "Another what baby?" "Another baby." The hunger never left his eyes as he looked into your own, but it was now twinged with anxiety you rarely saw in him. It was a sudden question, however, you knew it would have come eventually. Your own eyes softened as you gave him a reassuring smile. "If you want that, I think we can work something out." Those must have been magic words because he was on you in a second, pressing kisses to the column of your throat all the way to your lips. It was almost like you'd ripped away all his inhibitions with that one sentence. He made it his mission to fuck every drop of his cum inside you that entire weekend. By the end of it, you were in such a pitiful state Philip had to go get the kids by himself. The first thing they asked was where you were and all Phillip could do was try to hide his shit-eating grin as he told them you were sick and getting some well-deserved rest in bed. Also, that brand-new hot tub needs to be thoroughly cleaned.