#(but it does mean moving - again - if i get in somewhere else when i apply in the fall)

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi!! If it’s okay, totally okay if not, can I please request an Avenger!Bucky x fem!civilian!reader fic (all of the Avengers are alive au😅) where the reader accidentally gets caught up in the middle of the Avengers’ mission (poor girl is just walking home from work) and the bad guys attack her? Bucky saving her from the bad guys, and the Avengers have to take her back with them to HQ because she is really injured and they have the best medical staff to help. She’s just really scared and traumatized about the situation, but Bucky really does all that he can to take care of her and mend her back to health (and ofc the other Avengers take care of her too), but her and Bucky have a lot of chemistry and their relationship grows and grows the longer she is staying in the Avengers HQ🥺 Like she’ll have nightmares (something Bucky knows all to well about) and will run over to his room asking to sleep in his bed because she’s scared and doesn’t want to be alone🥺

You’re Safe » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Y/N gets attacked on her way home from work and Bucky saves and takes care of her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, blood and bruises, crying, kissing, cuddling, nightmares, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Maybe I should’ve taken a different way home.” You thought to yourself. You seen the Avengers in the middle of a mission and you didn’t want to get in their way. You were too close to home to turn around and take a different way. You tried your best to stay out of their way by walking along the buildings. Before you knew it, someone grabbed you from behind and held a knife to your throat. You froze in fear.

“Pl-Please don’t hurt m-me!” You stuttered in fear.

“Are you one of them?” The man asks.

“What?” You asked confused.

The man slammed you against one of the buildings. You whimpered in pain when your head hit the wall.

“Don’t play stupid.” He put the knife to your throat again, the blade touching your skin. “Are you one of the Avengers?” He asks.

“N-No I’m not.” You answered. “I was j-just walked home from w-work.” You say, stuttering again.

The man just stared you down. That’s when you heard someone else’s voice.

“Get away from her!” You heard a deep voice say.

“Why should I?” The man asks, turning his head towards the person.

You noticed the person from the corner of your eye. Bucky Barnes, an Avenger and the former Winter Soldier.

“Your problem isn’t with her. It’s with us.” Bucky tries to reason with the man. “Just let her go. She means no harm to anyone.” He says.

The man slowly moved the knife away from your throat. Suddenly he stabbed you in the chest causing a sharp gasp of pain to leave your lips. Bucky just let the man run away. He caught you before you fell to the ground. His priority is to get you help.

“Ma’am, I’m Bucky. Can you hear me?” Bucky asks.

You just nodded your head yes. Bucky blood coming out of the stab wound on your chest and put his right hand on it, applying pressure causing you to whimper in pain.

“I know it hurts. Just stay with me. I’m going to get you help, ok?” He says.

That was the last thing you heard before you passed out from blood loss. Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet. You woke up a day later somewhere that’s not your house. You tried to sit up, but you felt a sharp pain in the right side of your chest causing you to wince in pain.

“Oh good! You’re awake.” You heard a familiar deep voice.

You turned your head to the side to see one of the Avengers sitting next to the bed.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asks.

“My head hurts and the right side of my chest hurts.” You say.

“I’ll get the nurse to get you some pain medicine for that.” He says, getting up and walking out of the room.

Pain medicine? You were so confused. You looked around the room, trying to figure out where you are. You took the blanket off of you and tried to sit on the edge of the bed, but you couldn’t. The pain got the best of you.

“Hey no.” Bucky coos softly. “Don’t try to move. The doctors said you’ll be in pain for a while.” He says, putting the blanket back on you and sat down in the chair next to the bed.

You looked at him for a moment, trying to remember his name, but your mind is fuzzy.

“I know you.” You say, still looking at him.

“Do you remember my name?” Bucky asks.

“I know it starts with a B, but I don’t remember.” You say, looking down at your lap.

“It’s ok if you don’t remember.” He smiles softly. “My name is Bucky.” He tells you. “Can you tell me your name?” He asks.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You tell him.

“That’s a beautiful name for a girl like you.” He compliments you, making you blush.

You looked around the room again, still trying to figure out where you are. You felt yourself start to panic and your breathing became uneven.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“You’re in the med bay in the Avengers Compound with the best medical staff.” Bucky tells you. “Do you remember what happened?” He asks.

“I remember hitting my head and someone stabbing me in the chest, but I remember anything after that.” You say.

Bucky leaned forward and gently picked up your hand with his right hand, his thumb rubbing the back of it as a friendly gesture.

“It’s going to take a while for you to recover, but just know, you’re going to be fine. I’ll take care of you through every step of it.” He says softly, calming you down.

You stayed at the Avengers Compound during your recovery. They gave you a room on the same floor as Bucky and helped you set it up. Bucky stuck to his word about taking care of you. The rest of the Avengers helped you too. Bucky makes sure to give you pain medication and changes the bandages on your wound when it needs to be changed. Natasha and Wanda got you some comfortable clothes. You gave Steve and Sam a list of your favorite foods and snacks. Tony, Bruce, Peter, and Thor kept you company when you Bucky was busy. The more you and Bucky hung out, the chemistry grew stronger between the two of you. You stayed even after you were fully recovered. You just couldn’t leave. Something in your heart was telling you to stay.

You were currently tossing and turning in your sleep. The dream you were having turned into a nightmare quickly. This has been a recurring nightmare since you got attacked. As soon as the knife plunges into your chest, you were lying on the ground lifeless. You woke up gasping for air with tears streaming down your cheeks and a thin layer sweat covering your forehead. You scrambled to get out of bed and went across the hall to Bucky’s bedroom. You knocked on his bedroom door till he opened it. Before Bucky could say anything, you wrapped your arms around his shirtless waist and began crying against his chest. Bucky carefully guided you into his bedroom and closed the door. He walked you to his bed and sat you down. He sat down next to you.

“Y/N, doll, breathe.” Bucky looks in your teary eyes. “You’re ok, babydoll. Just breathe for me. Take some deep breaths” He says.

You inhaled and exhaled till your breathing went back to normal. Bucky stood up to get you a cool wet towel from the bathroom, but you stopped him by grabbing his arm tightly.

“I’ll be right back. I promise.” He says softly.

You let go of his arm and he wet a towel with cold water in the bathroom. He came back and sat down next to you, placing the wet towel on your forehead to cool you down. The cool feeling of the wet towel against your forehead soothed you.

“You weren’t there.” You say, breaking the silence.

“I’m right here, doll.” Bucky says, holding your hand.

“I mean in my nightmares. I lay lifeless on the ground and hope you save me, but you didn’t.” You explained.

Your breathing became uneven again and tears escaped your eyes.

“Breathe.” He coos softly. “You’re safe. I got you.” He says.

You looked deep in his beautiful blue eyes, getting lost in them. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing Bucky. He was caught by surprise, but kissed you back. His metal hand carefully cupped your cheek.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” You confessed.

“Me too.” Bucky smiles.

He got up one more time to get you some water and came back. You drank some of it and put it on his nightstand next to his bed. You and Bucky laid down. You laid your head on his chest, your fingers playing with his dog tags. Bucky wrapped his arms around you protectively. He turned his TV on a low volume to get your mind off of your nightmares.

“How do you do it?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Do what?” Bucky asks, looking at you.

“Cope through your nightmares.” You say.

“Honestly, I just try not to think about it, even though I know they’re still there.” He tells you. “It gets better. I’ll help you through it. I promise.” He says softly.

You felt your eyes start to droop. The sound of Bucky’s heartbeat made you sleepy.

“Go to sleep, babydoll.” He rubs your back with his metal hand. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He says softly, kissing the top of your head.

“Goodnight.” You say sleepily.

“Goodnight, doll.” He says.

“Bucky…” You say.

“Yes?” He asks.

“I love you.” You say before falling asleep.

“I love you too, doll.” He says with a smile.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

#sergeant james buchanan barnes #sergeant james barnes #sergeant barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #avenger!bucky #civilian!reader

[ga-yuu]

Where do you want a sweet kiss?

The meaning of that glossy lips....the only people who knows that, is you and your lover.

It happened while I was on a date with Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshino: "Ah! Look out!!"

Yoshitsune: "Yoshino...!"

I reached out to the young girl who was about to fall into the river.

Although I succeeded in rescuing her, I suffered a small injury on my toe.

Yoshitsune: ".....It looks painful."

Yoshino: "It's fine. Its just a small cut."

I sat down on a rock as Yoshitsune-sama led me by the hand.

The expression on Yoshitsune-sama's face, who was kneeling in front of me and looking at my injury, was gloomy.

Yoshitsune: "What would you think if I said the same and neglected treating it?"

(Ah...)

Seeing the painful look in his eyes, I immediately regretted what I said.

Yoshino: ".....Sorry."

Yoshitsune: "If you understand, then fine."

Slightly softening the mood, Yoshitsune-sama turns to my injured leg.

With a serious face he started washing the wound with water and skillfully applied the medicine which I had brought with me, just in case.

(I made you worry)

I was torn between the apologetic feeling and the earnest kindness of Yoshitsune-sama.

After calmly finishing his treatment, he looks up.

Yoshitsune: "I don't want you to get hurt, but..."

Yoshitsune: "I am dazzled by your nobility to reach out to a little girl without hesitation."

Yoshitsune-sama's fingers starts to caress my toe while avoiding the injury.

Without any hesitation, with a gentle expression, Yoshitsune-sama's face moved closer and----

(Nn...Ah)

Before I could stop him, he reverently kissed my toe.

Yoshino: "Nn...D-Don't do that. It's dirty."

Yoshitsune: "Your body is beautiful everywhere."

(I can't argue back while looking at that face...)

Even though it was rinsed off with water, I was still so embarrassed that I tried to complain....

Yoshitsune: "It's true....you're really really beautiful."

Yoshino: *blushing so much*

I swallowed my words unable to resist the sweet loving gaze of Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: "Does it hurt anymore?"

Yoshino: "No. I'm fine."

Yoshitsune: "....Thank god."

After he sighed relief, he lightly lifted my feet.

Yoshino: "W-Wait---"

Yoshitsune: "...Mm..."

(Ah...)

Once again, Yoshitsune-sama's lips touches my toe.

(This is so embarrassing, but...)

Even so, the faint feeling of pleasure runs down my spine and my heart fluttered.

Yoshitsune: "Did your toenails always looked like this?"

Yoshitsune: "Even this end of your body is build differently from mine....it's cute."

Yoshino: "Yo-Yoshitsune-sama..."

While wearing a calm expression, I feel like he's doing something evil.

And I cannot, just cannot stop blushing.

Yoshino: "If you want to kiss me, do it somewhere else."

When I muttered very very lightly, Yoshitsune-sama's eyes lit up.

Yoshitsune: "You're dazzling all the time. But there are times when you're just too precious."

Yoshitsune: "That's not all."

(Eh...?)

Yoshitsune-sama, who had been kneeling in front of me, suddenly stood up. His arms stretched out towards me.

Yoshitsune: "If you were only an object of worship, I wouldn't have such evil thoughts."

Yoshino: *blushing* "W-Wait.."

(Ah)

He hugged me tightly as I panicked.

Yoshitsune: "Like this."

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama..."

(Ah, wait...)

While holding my back with one arm, his other hand goes easily under my thighs.

Yoshino: "No wait!! Someone will see us."

Yoshitsune: "Because you, dazzling as you are, can be so disturbed by a single kiss from me."

Yoshitsune: "I can't help but want to love you and....touch you."

Yoshino: "B-But...Mmm..."

His fingers caresses my thighs, easily sliding all the way between my legs....

Yoshitsune: "....I promise, I won't do anything you dislike. So please."

Although there was no one around, I was still embarrassed and ashamed about the fact that we're doing this in public.

(I trust Yoshitsune-sama, but.....I wonder how far he will go....)

The sweet anticipation that was faintly but surely lit made my heart pound again.

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikegen #cybird #ikemen mc #ikemen genjiden yoshitsune

[set-phasers-to-whump]

waiting again

prompt: "don't move"

whumpee: shawn spencer

fandom: psych

hi this one is a part two to my fic for day 10, wait and see. hope you like it!

Gus is getting worried. It’s been almost two hours since Shawn left for that sketchy abandoned warehouse, and he’d promised to be back by now. 

Maybe he’s just running late, Gus thinks. 

Or maybe he’s been captured by some kind of evil former forklift operator, or something. 

He calls Shawn. C’mon, pick up, he pleads silently. Don’t make me have to come after you. I am not in the mood to face off against a crazy guy with a forklift certification. 

But Shawn doesn’t pick up. Gus debates calling for backup in the form of Jules or possibly Lassiter, but, well. They’re both busy and they’re not even on a case right now and maybe he’s being a little paranoid. Maybe. 

He goes alone. 

The Blueberry screeches to a halt in the parking lot of a warehouse that is significantly flatter than Gus had thought it would be. It’s collapsed. Shawn hadn’t mentioned that particular detail before he’d left this morning. 

Gus had already been anxious, but now that anxiety sharply rises. Maybe the warehouse hadn’t been collapsed before. Maybe Shawn had done something to make it collapse, maybe there had been a bomb hidden somewhere in the building, maybe an earthquake had hit this very spot, and nowhere else. 

He very, very cautiously approaches the ruined building. 

“Shawn?” he calls out, stepping over a large metal beam and wishing fervently that his friend had decided to do anything else today. “Are you here?”

“Gus!” Shawn’s voice comes from somewhere in front of him, loud and relieved. There’s the sound of rubble shifting, and then a very distinct “Ow!”

“Don’t move!” Gus shouts instinctively. “Just - give me a second, okay? Where are you?”

“I dunno, man, there’s…concrete and wood and stuff everywhere.”

Gus looks around and discovers that this descriptor also applies to his current location. Okay. Not helpful. 

“Say something else,” he calls out. “So I can follow your voice.”

“Okay, uh, I’m really glad you’re here, I mean, I knew you’d come, but my phone broke when the building collapsed - it collapsed right on top of me, all on its own, I swear I didn’t even do anything - and where was I? Right. The building collapsed and my phone broke so I couldn’t call you and - did you bring anyone else with you? Cause I’m kinda stuck here.”

As soon as Shawn says stuck, Gus steps through a partially-collapsed doorway and is immediately made aware of the problem. 

Shawn is lying there, covered in dust and bits of building material, and there’s a massive piece of concrete pinning his leg to the ground. There’s blood beneath it, and Gus steadfastly does not look at it. 

“Good to see you,” Shawn says. His face is a little too pale and his hair is speckled white with plaster. 

Gus crouches beside him, avoiding a large piece of rebar. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and calls Jules, holding up a finger of silence when Shawn opens his mouth to say something that is surely not going to be helpful. 

“Jules, hi, I’ve, um, well…can you maybe send some help to -”

He looks over to Shawn. “What’s the address of this place?”

Shawn makes an I dunno sound. 

“Okay, we don’t know the address, but it’s a creepy abandoned warehouse near a taco place that’s kind of also creepy and maybe abandoned.”

“Got it,” Jules says, almost immediately. “What happened?”

Gus tells her what he knows. 

“Is he okay?”

He looks over at his friend, who gives him an only somewhat reassuring thumbs up. 

“He’s alright. But he’s really stuck.”

“I’ll send the fire department. And an ambulance.”

Okay. Okay. Jules is sending real help, and everything is gonna be fine. Don’t think about the blood. 

He goes back to Shawn, passes him the phone so he can talk to Jules. He’s smiling and chats with her almost normally. But Gus can see the pain on his face, the way his expression goes still and serious the second he hangs up. 

Gus sits down beside Shawn, ignores the dust that gets on his pants, and puts his phone back into his pocket. He puts a hand onto Shawn’s shoulder and joins him in doing the only thing they can do. 

They wait.

thanks for reading!!!

#whumptober2023 #no.21 #don't move #psych #fic #shawn spencer #trapped #pinned by debris #my writing #i say things #ough. got rained on today and wasn't expecting it. very cold. #alsoooo i wanna go out tonight but i have no one to go with :( and i am Not going out drinking on my own that's no fun #boooo #it's fine. but. annoyed.

[kingkatsuki]

Goodness Jo, imagine you just can’t do it anymore though. For a long time, you were happy with just working for Dynamight, just happy to be around him. Cherishing that friendship you had managed to strike up with him. It was so special to you.

But those feelings keep growing and growing. To say you had a crush would be an understatement. You’d fallen fully in love with this man. All of him, flaws and all. You’d seen a side of him that very few ever see.

You long for more. You wish you could hold him close, love him and understand him in his entirety. But you’ve completely convinced yourself that it is never to be. He’s a pro-hero, among the top ten in Japan. Wealthy and gorgeous, even with the scarring on his face. He could have anyone he wanted. What on earth do you have to offer him?

And those thoughts hit you hard when he starts dating around. He who hasn’t shown any remote interest in anyone since the history of ever starts casually dating. It never seems to get serious; they never wear the girlfriend title, he’s quick to correct them. But they’re beautiful, super model quality. You can’t help but compare yourself.

You try and tell yourself it doesn’t matter, but it just comes to hurt too much. These dates he goes on don’t seem serious, but still. They’re someone else on his arm. And your heart can’t take it anymore. You need to get away. Accept what cannot be and move on.

And I’m pretty sure you mentioned this somewhere else, the real reason he’s suddenly started dating. He believes that you’re too good for him, and he’s trying to take his mind off of you. Trying to move on in his own way. But he can’t. They’re not you. No matter how much he tries, you’re all he thinks about.

Imagine him finding out that you were quietly trying to switch to another agency. 😭 You’re doing it to try and heal, but to him, it’s just confirmation of what he supposedly already knows. You could never want him. This just proves it.

(Ope I went super angsty with this sorry lmao)

Here’s a link to the post you referenced!

It’s the way he starts dating around because he wants to try and erase the pain and hurt that you don’t like him, that you’ll never like him. And it’s easier to try and forget you than to live with the pain each night that he’ll never get you the way he wants, that he’ll have to spend the rest of his life imagining what life with you could’ve been like— and it aches.

But little does he know you feel the exact same way, and now having to sit in the same office as him and watch as he gets ready for his dates in the evening, coming out in a smart dress shirt and slacks and reeking of that expensive cologne that you love. That you wish you could buy for yourself and spritz your pillow/clothes at night to try and imagine him there with you but it costs too much.

You have to sit and listen to these women who call up, desperate to try and arrange a second date or talk to the Pro-Hero again because for some reason he never gave them is cell phone number, only the number to the office.

And you have to sit and watch the man you’re so in love with not love you back.

It hurts.

You thought you could do this, working in the same agency as him seemed better than not seeing him at all, not being around him. You looked forward to seeing him each morning even though you knew it didn’t mean anything, seeing him made your day.

But the more he went out on these dates, the more it began to hurt you.

So now here you were looking through new agencies, you knew a lot of Pro-Heroes thanks to working beneath Dynamight but this was a blessing and a curse. You wanted to try and find someone who wasn’t as close to the number two hero, someone who wouldn’t go straight to him the moment you applied.

So Welder’s agency seemed like the perfect choice— it wasn’t much further to travel, and now the Pro-Hero was doing fewer larger missions and many more petty crime and rescues you felt like you’d be able to avoid Bakugou.

But of course, he finds out. You tried handing in your notice to the HR department but it only takes a few moments before Bakugou is bouldering out of his office and slamming the paper onto your desk, smashing the keyboard and accidentally sending the email you’d been typing prematurely.

“The fuck is this?” His voice doesn’t match his harsh actions, it’s quiet. Sad—

You can’t look up at him, so you continue staring ahead at your computer screen.

“I’m moving agencies.” You murmur, “It seemed like a better opportunity for me-“

“Welder?” Bakugou scrunched his nose, “How much is he offering? I’ll double it.”

“It’s not about the money-“

“So what is it? Am I working you too hard? Do you want more time off? Take as long as you like I’ll—“

“It’s not that,” You cut him off, “It’s nothing like that.”

Your mistake was looking up into his eyes, and you could see the hurt etched in his irises as you tried to hold back tears.

“I love working here.”

You didn’t want to leave, you didn’t want to imagine coming into work in the morning and not seeing Bakugou. Part of you was screaming at him to tell you to stay, that he doesn’t want to lose you— that he loves you. But it was just another fantasy.

“So why are you leaving?” Bakugou’s throat bobs as he slumps beside you. “Why are you leaving me?” He wanted to say.

“I just can’t do this anymore.”

He thinks it’s because he’s made it obvious how much he worships the ground you walk on, how much he thinks the sun shines from your eyes and the way you hold his heart in your hands. Bakugou thinks you’re uncomfortable with the way he feels, the way he acts around you and he’s spoiled any chance of having you in his life.

He hates himself for ruining everything.

“I’ll give you a good reference. The best—“ Bakugou snatches the paper back up, “He’s gonna be lucky to have you.”

And you almost wish he hadn’t let you go so easy— like all your thoughts about how he could never love someone like you were confirmed in that moment as he walked back towards his office. Tears now freely spilling down your cheeks as you furiously try to wipe them away.

How naive of you to think you’d ever had a chance with him in the first place.

#Bakugou angst

[sunnywalnut]

For my tboys(and anyone else) that want to try transtape but are in way over your heads:

-get waterproof muscle tape instead. It's basically the same thing but cheaper. And you can get it in bulk on the Big Daddy Bezos Website

-depending on the size of your chest, you'll need enough to cover it and then add an extra two inches or so. The extra length is so that you don't have too much tension

-round out the corners of your tape with scissors. It's okay if it isn't perfect. All you really need is to make sure there isn't any sharp edges that are going to lift when you shower/move

-rid your skin of all oils before applying tape. You can do soap and water and wait for it to dry completely, or just wipe yourself down with rubbing alcohol. I usually do rubbing alcohol. It's faster.

-if you stretch the tape too far, it can and will rip your skin. This usually starts as your skin feeling tight or itchy. This is because your skin is stretching too far. Take the tape off. Try again. Less tension this time.

-you want around 25% of the tape to not be stretched at all. This is your anchor point. Usually somewhere underneath your armpit.

-for the love of the universe, PLEASE cover your nipples. A thin piece of gauze, bandaids, whatever. Just cover them. They're sensitive as fuck and if you get tape on them, you could possibly rip them off, rip out the hair surrounding them, or just have a really uncomfortable time. Trust me. It's not fun. Keep those bad boys safe.

-transtape/muscle tape is generally hypoallergenic, however make sure you look into it anyways. If they don't tell you what's in it, run the other way. Chemical rash is no fucking joke and makes it IMPOSSIBLE to wear your binder afterwards.

-while you can apply tape standing up(and most do) you can also apply it laying down on your back. Some people say this is for people with larger chests bc gravity or whatever, but honestly. I say anyone should do it. Less unneeded tension added, and also you don't have to angle yourself all weird just to work against gravity. Plus this is a win for those of us with back pain. Easier, faster, and much more comfortable. Wins all around.

-you can get muscle tape that is up to 4 inches wide. However. I find the regular 2 inches is fine for me. Just make sure you don't overlap the tape too much. More chance of peeling that way.

-IF YOU SHOWER WITH YOUR TAPE ON, MAKE SURE IT'S JUST WARM. I CANNOT stress this enough. Just because it's WATER proof does not mean it is HEAT proof. And also rubbing on top of the tape is not good. Instead, wash the skin around the tape and try not to rub at the edges. You can always clean the skin underneath after you take the tape off.

-try not to wear tape for longer than 2-3 days and shower/clean thoroughly afterwards. Bacteria still grows underneath, even though it is covered. Pat dry. Your skin may be sensitive from being under glue. That's normal.

-THINGS TO LOOK OUT FOR: extremely itchy skin on application site. Redness. Swelling. Tiny "pinpricks" of red(this is your skin beginning to tear). Open sores. Skin breaking open when scratched lightly(again. Tearing). While these all may LOOK like symptoms of an allergic reaction, don't freak out!! You likely just have your tape on too tight. Take it off and give your body time to heal. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT put body tape over open wounds. It is VERY POSSIBLE that it can cause tearing, infections, and other not very good side effects. And please. If your skin itches or starts to tear, remove the tape. I still have scars from when I ignored mine, thinking it was just normal. And that was on my hands.

Sources:

And personal trial and error^^

Be safe!!

#transmasc #trans tape #psa #informative #information #be safe #trans safety

[antialiasis]

Chess på svenska

Wow, this one really is entirely different from the others. This is a Swedish translation of Chess from 2002, and I mean translation very loosely: half the songs here have just been repurposed to be about something entirely different and/or take place in some entirely different context within the plot, and the lyrics may or may not have any relation whatsoever to what the original lyrics were. ("I Know Him So Well" is just literally the exact opposite of the original song, Svetlana arguing that Anatoly needs structure and rules i.e. her and Florence that he needs freedom i.e. her.)

The bit where doing it in Swedish means they have to write new lyrics does give them a lot of creative freedom to restructure the story. An English version has to try to find some configuration of the existing songs and write its way between them, or else actually get Tim Rice to write entirely new lyrics. Chess på svenska knew the language change meant it didn't technically have to do that, and just really milked that for all it was worth in figuring out an entirely new way to tell something loosely like the base story using some of the same melodies (and some new ones).

This time around, Anatoly is the main-main character (he's played by Tommy Körberg, who was Anatoly on the concept album, and I do like his performance a lot). We start with him at home, singing "The Story of Chess" to his son after an argument with Svetlana, who already thinks he's cheating on her on his chess trips. There's only one chess tournament once again, in Merano, with Freddie as the champion and Anatoly as the challenger.

I think this was the best beginning of Florence and Anatoly's relationship in any of these. She really does vent her frustrations about Freddie to him (in a completely rewritten version of "Someone Else's Story", taking place after she witnesses Freddie with other girls at a club after "1956 - Budapest Is Rising"), and he's interested in her father, and he sort of pulls her with him when Molokov is distracted so he can go apply for political asylum. All in all I quite liked much of the first act here, the way it also gave focus to Florence's trauma and the way they connected and the generally effective staging, and was prepared to speak generally positively of it by the time of the act break.

On the other hand... where Chess in Concert's first act was far too slow, this one really dragged in act two. We spend a while on the romance drama, and in act two it all gets a lot blander and lengthier.

We start Act II by doing "Argument" from the concept album but as a totally rewritten argument between Florence and Freddie, which is fine. Then we do "Pity the Child", which is one of the songs that's just legitimately a translation, although it loses the whole parallel of the repeated "Just in case they said...", boo. Then we do an argument between Anatoly and Svetlana at their hotel (Molokov had her and their son just plan abducted and taken there) after Anatoly cavorting with Florence has been publicized... and we use "Endgame" for it, and it's partly a translation, has Svetlana berating him for only caring about himself and him telling her she never understood, etc. I was like huhhh, we're pulling out the super-dramatic climax song now? Okay, I guess it gets a reprise for the climax? But okay, cool, fine.

Then Florence does "Heaven Help My Heart", which is not really a translation but still fairly generic love song. Then Svetlana sings a new song, "He Is a Man, He Is a Child", about her relationship with Anatoly. Then we do a "Merano" reprise where Florence and Anatoly go out to dance somewhere and Freddie arrives extremely drunk to warn him off her because she's a terrible woman don't you know women are the worst (can't believe every version of this musical is wildly different from the others but apparently every one of them chooses to include Freddie's misogyny verse, even the Swedish version that has to move it to an entirely different spot in the plot in an entirely different song). Then we do a long sequence with some acrobats doing cool acrobatics while Florence and Anatoly gaze in each other's eyes. Then they do "You and I", as a generic love song. At this point I looked up at my husband and went, "So like, is the chess tournament still going on at this point?" Don't get me wrong, the acrobats are great, it's very artistic, but as far as the story goes we've just ground way to a halt by this point, in my opinion, and my attention was definitely wandering.

I think the problem is there isn't a good enough sense of actual emotional progression to all this - of course dramatic arguments can totally be gripping storytelling, but here it kind of feels like you could put these bits in any order or skip some and they'd all make the same amount of sense - it doesn't feel like anything actually changes for Florence and Anatoly because of Freddie showing up the way he does, or like Anatoly's argument with Svetlana affected his emotional state or informed how he acts in the dance scene, or anything. As a result, it feels like it's just kind of spinning its wheels here, doing scenes that are dramatic on their face but aren't actually progressing anything for the narrative.

After this the Arbiter does announce they're going to continue the chess match (what even is the Arbiter in this version, incidentally). After the rewritten "I Know Him So Well", Anatoly meets Molokov and asks when he'll get to meet his son, and Molokov tells him he's sure adopted the Western ideology of selfishness fast and you know what'll happen to your family if you stay in the West and if you know what's good for them you'll lose the next match and then rescind your defection. (Oh, and Molokov gets a song here about the wife he used to have whom he betrayed as a sacrifice for the cause.)

Then they do the match, under the "Champions" chorus, and Anatoly just... quietly loses. No "Endgame" at all other than the one during that argument near the beginning of the act! I actually managed to miss the moment he even lost and had to rewatch it to be sure exactly how it went (it's not even explicit whether he threw the match on purpose per se). It's quite an anticlimax compared to the bombastic high drama of "Endgame". I do get what they're going for with this, though, the quietness and the ominous choir reciting the champions in the background just making it all very small and sad, and we don't really need words here to know this Anatoly loves his son so much it was never a choice for him under Molokov's explicit threat - after that Molokov scene, this is the most effective this ending could be, and I think they made a good call doing it this way, given they went for that.

I like Anatoly and Florence in this version, although I feel like they get muddled and less distinct in the second act. Freddie here is the boring asshole version, never really humanized beyond the obligatory "Pity the Child", which isn't enough by itself to make Freddie feel like a compelling character. I found myself particularly disappointed in Svetlana, though, because she does get a significant amount of focus but never in a way that really makes her sympathetic or likable or interesting, as she's constantly just being pitted against Florence and Anatoly rather than truly getting developed as a person with her own independent existence and feelings that aren't about grr Anatoly and grr Florence. One of the things I liked about "I Know Him So Well" originally is that it's about Florence and Svetlana, who are theoretically romantic rivals, each being sympathetic to the other's point of view (even if they don't know it) - originally Chess doesn't pit them against one another at all, instead only having them echo and back up each other. Not so here, where Svetlana calls Florence a whore and "I Know Him So Well" is instead an argument where they're both going, "No, mine." I just enjoy that dynamic a lot less, and Svetlana just feels kind of one-dimensional.

So, all in all, I think this version had cool promise and did some cool things, Tommy Körberg was great, but it also definitely floundered in various ways particularly in the second act, in my opinion. I may write one more post of final synthesized Chess thoughts now that I've experienced all the main plot strains as far as I understand it.

#musicals #chess musical #chess the musical #chess på svenska #ramble #review

[ghostinthepepper]

Day 13: Immortal

⚠️Content warnings: Slight implied cannibalism (dust eating), and character deaths⚠️

Ink by comyet, Dream by jokublog, Error by loverofpiggies, and Underswap sans (who is only briefly mentioned) by p0pcornpr1nce

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The first time it happened, Ink had been returning to the Omega Timeline from helping a Creator who'd been having trouble deciding between two different plot points. He'd written on his scarf that he'd found a snack he'd thought Blue would love, and wanted to give it to him. "Where's Blue?" Ink started immediately, hoping to move fast enough that he wouldn't forget.

"He's gone Ink," Core Frisk had answered, trace amounts of sorrow visible on their face.

"What do you mean he's gone? Did something happen to him?"

"He was old. Nothing happened, it was just his time." Their answer had startled him. He had no idea what they were talking about, did Blue have somewhere to be?

"What exactly do you mean 'just his time'? And what exactly does being old have to do with leaving?"

"No Ink." Frisk started looking like they were about to cry, but Ink knew full well they couldn't. Had he made them sad again? "Blue is dead. He's gone."

Ink was only more confused, "Blue died?! Who hurt him?"

"No one did, Ink. He died of old age..." they finally trailed off, distracted. Ink knew he wouldn't get a further explanation from them, so he looked for Dream.

---

Dream had looked so tired back then. Ink supposed he must have been sad, too, but Dream had still taken the time to explain it to him. They'd sat there sipping at tea that quickly went cold, and Ink had come away from it with a deeper understanding of Blue and mortals in general. Or so he had thought.

When Error began to slow down in their constant battles for the fate of the AUs, Ink hadn't immediately realized why. His first assumptions were that Error had been recovering from an injury, or no longer wanted to fight. That didn't mean Ink had been willing to go easing on him. Perhaps that made it his fault, when Error had fallen ill from the strain. It was only when he'd found Error sick and dying, alone in the antivoid that he'd realized his mistake.

But Error was still the destroyer. Ink couldn't lose the opportunity to rid the multiverse of the Destroyer for good. Just as Ink was about to bring down his brush on Error's skull, he hesitated. He didn't want to do this, not really. He and Error may be enemies, but the two understood each other in ways no one else would.

Error suddenly groaned, and Ink startled back, expecting it all to have been a ruse to get back at him. When no attacks came, Ink brushed his phalanges against Error's cheek. He was burning up. The protector deliberated between leaving the Destroyer here or not, eventually landing on caring for Error in the Doodlesphere. Of course, he took plenty of precautions to make sure Error couldn't take advantage of any opportunities he might have in there, including moving the AUs and applying a barrier between them and his house.

Eventually, it was safe to bring even the Destroyer. Of course, this wasn't a prison and Error could leave when he was better, but at least he couldn't do any damage from the inside.

___

Caring for Error had been a slow process. At first it'd been easy enough. All he needed to do was keep Error alive and get the fever down, but when that was over Ink had to deal with the Destroyer's nonstop beratement and insults thrown at him while he cared for Error's every need. It was very exhausting, but after a while there Error stopped yelling at him and instead quietly watched him work.

When Error finally spoke up, it caught Ink off guard, "Why are you even helping me."

Ink didn't really have an answer to that, or perhaps he had too many. He shrugged, "Because I'm the Protector. What else am I supposed to do but protect."

Error mulled over that quietly for a while before drifting back to sleep.

---

"You really want that?"

"Why else would I suggest it if I hadn't wanted it, idiot!"

Ink hadn't hesitated at the opportunity, jotting it down on his scarf. "Okay! No protecting, and no destroying."

"And..."

"What is it, Error?" Ink's head tilted slightly.

"I'm staying here." Error blushed, before realizing his mistake and correcting himself, "Only to keep an eye socket on you, of course!"

Ink couldn't contain his joy at that. The resulting mess took a while to clean.

---

After that they started to do everything together. Not necessarily the same things, of course, but whatever they did, they did in each other's company. When Ink would cook, Error would be in the kitchen watching Undernovela through a small portal, when Ink would draw, Error would crochet (and wasn't that a surprise to the artist, that Error liked some AUs and that he could create). They even shared a bed, not that they had to sleep, but Error had discovered he'd have far more energy when he slept.

Then Error started to slow down more and more. At first Ink thought he was sick again, but the glitch just rolled his eyes and insisted he was just a bit tired.

One night they went to sleep together. But when Ink woke up, the bed was no longer warm. Ink's presumption was that Error had gotten up early (a rarity those days), but when he rolled to get up, he'd found himself in a pile of dust.

Ink felt so cold, he wanted to deny the reality in front of him, but he knew from the trace of Error's magic in the dust whose it was.

--

The of bittersweet taste dust and sugar mixed together on his tongue. Ink knew he should probably be ashamed for what he had done, but he had wanted to keep Error with him. Still he knew it was selfish to keep Error entirely to himself, and so scattered parts of him in Outertale and Undernovela.

Ink needed to talk to Dream about what had happened. He was lost, and Dream had always been willing to help him work through his emotions, even after their friendship had ended.

When he arrived back in the Omega Timeline, the first thing he did was track down Dream.

---

Dream looked tired, so tired, hadn't moved much from his chair. Ink finally recognized the tiredness for what it was this time: age. "Don't leave me, not you too..."

Dream's sad smile didn't brought no reassurances.

---

Ink was alone. He understood now, what mortality was. He also knew it was something he lacked. He'd never once felt slowed down by anything, and now he knew he never would. Ink stayed isolated, not in the Doodlesphere (too many memories of Error) nor in the Omega Timeline (too many memories of Blue and Dream), he instead just went with the flow, staying away from forming more attachments knowing full well how much it would hurt him again.

___

"D-Dream?"

"How do you know my name mister?" The young guardian cocked his head slightly to the side.

"Dream, you're here!" Ink felt for the first time in a long time what felt like hope.

(Words: 1197)

#ghost writes #inktobertale #inktobertale2023 #ink fanfic #ink sans #ink!sans #inktale #ink!tale #I tried to end this on a happy note where it's implied ink lived long enough to see his friends reincarnate hehe #anyways. i did not edit this at all. sorry if it's bad.

[cyphergalore]

Idol - Anyone but you ~ Jeon Jungkook - TEASER

‎₊˚‧૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა ·˚₊ ♡ hi everyone, nice to meet you!I’m a “Swan” a new writer on tumblr and I decided to give fic writing a try again! I haven’t done it for a good few years so please be kind to me!!! I’m so excited to introduce my first new series on here called “Idol” There will be a focus on each series for each member so don’t worry if you wanted one for your bias. For example;

“Idol - Anyone but you” will be focused on Jeon Jungkook

“Idol - Midnights in Paris” will be focused on Kim Taehyung

“Idol - Are you falling in love yet?” will be focused on Park Jimin

“Idol - Dirty dancing” will be focused on Jung Hoseok (J-hope)

“Idol - If we ever meet again” will be focused on Min Yoongi (Suga)

“Idol - Unspoken thoughts” will be focused on Kim Namjoon (RM)

and finally, “Idol - Under the moonlight” will be focused on Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Please do not worry about having to go through reading them in order to avoid missing out on pieces!!! There will be some references to certain things or parts but won’t be of any importance and I will just have it re-written as a flashback :) Yes it will be focused on one character but will be “Y/N” throughout the entire series however, whatever happens at the end of one fic does not exist in another member’s fic. For example, if they fell in love, there would not be any existence of that in another member’s series.

Now it’s time to introduce what the personality of “Y/N” the Idol is like and backstory before we get into it!

Idol will have the pronouns she/her (sorry I hope that’s ok!)

Y/N also considered as the western music industry’s “it girl” rapidly on the rise, collecting awards left and right for her extremely hardworking talent. Known for her insane duality on stage for being intimidating yet sensual, and we’re not talking about any sexual dances as she prefers to give off the sex symbol aura without doing much effort. Loves to mock male artists and banters about their actions. Obsessed with hip hop dancing or anything that makes her challenge the stereotypes of being a female artist, especially to prove a point against the issues of poc artists being over sexualised. Very much a bisexual woman of colour or can imagine her how you would like (if you’re homophobic or a misogynist or racist, then this fic definitely is NOT for you lmao oops) Always in relaxed clothing as her artist image. Fans are very funny and feisty and loyal, everyone is in love (and I mean hella heart eyes) with her because they are captivated by her duality and powerful aura. Think “the Park Jimin effect” but as a female. Offstage, towards strangers she is very introverted. Does not talk a lot, people are drawn to her thinking she is mysterious, intimidating and a bad bitch when in reality she’s just socially awkward lmao. Once off stage and off cameras, that confidence yeets itself out somewhere else. However if she’s with someone or people she is comfortable around, she is completely normal, feisty and banters a lot. Sometimes will either hate affection or seem cold (when her social battery drains) towards friends or be very affectionate and energetic to them, no in between. Around her fans, she is always very soft and humorous, sassy and extremely affectionate/loving and caring towards them. Is an Army! Have been for a good 5 years and Jungkook was actually the one to have first discovered her from BTS when she was just starting out as an artist. Guess you could say it was love at first sight and he became obsessed with watching her everyday vlogs, music videos, shows, first one to listen to her music as soon as it comes out and much more. Let’s just say he is as obsessed as how army is with BTS towards her at this point. It stemmed from his love for army, he thought it was just going to be a situation where he would be proud of seeing an army take inspiration from BTS and apply it to their life/career and then move on but of course, keep it in his heart. Nope, ever since he proudly praised her and posted one of her first songs on his instagram story, he had been hooked on her work ever since. It went from checking up monthly if he had the free time to, weekly to everyday regardless of if he had free time or not. Since then, he was refused by staff to acknowledge her again publicly before it caused trouble and stirred up any dating rumours. Sometimes it didn’t stop him from adding a harmless “like” on a few of her music posts especially if it was BTS related or her fans updating her chart data and achievements. Or his favourite time was to watch her live videos on instagram where only she could see if he has joined or not. They had met once in person at an awards show and it didn’t go well since Jungkook had became too shy to talk, that doesn’t stop them from speaking online all the time though and from being friends privately. Warnings: swearing, fuckboy!Jk, jungkook is a player but so is Y/N lol, Angst, Fluff, Smut 18+ in future chapters, minors do not interact! Jungkook x reader, jungkook x reader smut, idol!character Obsessed!jungkook but not harmful type obsessed lmao, Depression, Anxiety, NSFW and will add more warnings along future chapters ok idk let’s start the series shall we??? Any questions feel free to ask me :)

#bts #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fic recs #bts smut #bts fic #bts fics #bts fic recs #ot7 #bts ot7 #ot7 fic #ot7 series #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #jungkook x you #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts fandom #bts army #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts rm #bts yoongi #bts jin #bts jimin

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 022

This is the one where Gotenks headbutts a guy in the dick.

Oh, this is also the one where Tagoma rips off Piccolo’s arm like he’s nothing.  It’s weird how this is like the third wildest thing to happen in this episode.  So I guess this is the high water mark for this saga.

So after the arm-ripping-off thing, Gotenks arrives with the headbutt to stop Tagoma, and then he immediately de-fuses into Goten and Trunks.  Frieza recognizes Goten as Goku’s son, and he thinks Trunks is the son of the mysterious Super Saiyan who killed him eighteen years ago.  Little does Frieza know that this was the future AU counterpart of Trunks, but no one has time to go over that now.

Then, while Tagoma tends to his wounded groin, Captain Ginyu shows up to steal his body.  He can’t speak, which means he can’t say the magic words to do the bodyswap trick, but he does write some words in the dirt, and tricks Tagoma into reading them aloud, and somehow that works just as well. 

Of course, Frieza has no idea what just happened, so Ginyu has to explain his entire backstory.  He got turned into a frog while fighting Vegeta, then he got teleported to Earth when Porunga granted Dende’s wish to evacuate Namek, and he’s been stranded here ever since, putting up with various hardships and indignities while figuring out his next move.  But now he’s back, in Tagoma’s body, which is more powerful than any other body Ginyu has ever had, so he’s rarin’ to get back to work as Frieza’s underling. 

And he does really well, until Gohan turns Super Saiyan and kicks him in the dick.  Kind of weird how this isn’t even the best groin injury in this episode. 

Okay, so I have a question.  If all Ginyu needed to do was to trick someone else into saying the words, then why didn’t he do that a long time ago?  I mean, he’d have to learn Earth’s language and alphabet, and then find someone dumb enough to read it aloud, but he’s been stuck like this for almost twenty years, and what else was taking up his time?

I think it would have been a better gag if he revealed that he had been training for years to use his froggy body to produce the sounds needed to vocalize the words.  Not true speech, but just enough to get the words “change now!” out of his throat. 

Meanwhile, Goku and Vegeta are stuck in some unknown dimension Whis sent them to.  They can’t move at all, no matter how hard they try, until Vegeta recalls one of Whis’s lessons about ki control.  According to Whis, their problem is that they “leak” ki energy all over the place while they fight, and this is inefficient.  He wants them instead to focus on containing all their power as they use it.  So when Vegeta tries to apply this concept, he finds he can move again. 

However, that still doesn’t save them.  Goku thinks this place is similar to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and if it’s an endless void with no exit, then they might starve to death.  Goku figures that Beerus must train in this place, which means he must have a pantry somewhere, so they start looking for one.

Meanwhile, Gohan shows Ginyu mercy, which reminds Frieza a little too much of the time Goku showed him mercy back on Namek.  This was a nice touch, since it shows that Frieza isn’t just mad about losing to Goku or getting killed.  Those are the main beefs he has, but he’s also furious about the humiliation he suffered, and the torment he endured in hell, and the way Goku pitied him in the end.  So Frieza starts shooting Gohan himself, and orders Ginyu to stand down.

Then, just before Frieza can finish him off, Piccolo jumps in to take the killing shot, and dies.  This seemed kind of pointless to me on the first viewing, but now it seems more obvious.  They needed something to add a story beat to this arc, since Gohan already got death-beamed in the last episode.  The movie had Frieza nearly kill him, and then he ate a senzu bean and got better.  Episodes 21 and 22 basically try to spread that out across two episodes, which doesn’t make sense.  So it’s better to have Piccolo take a shot like this than to have Gohan do it twice. 

Of course, it just demonstrates that stretching these movies out across ten or more episodes is a bad call.  They would have been better off just not bothering, but no one consulted me on this. 

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #gohan #piccolo #gotenks #goten #trunks #frieza #tagoma #captain ginyu #goku #vegeta #bulma

[90363462]

It's Time To Break 'Outercourse' All The Way Down

Outercourse has its benefits...

Shellie R. WarrenOct. 29, 2021 04:51PM EST

A few weeks ago, KevOnStage posted a video that reminded me a lot of what fascinates me about many "church folks." OK, so if you're not familiar with what Mormon soaking is, oh, it's a trip alright. I'll let Kev break it down for you:

Have y\u2019all heard of \u201csoaking\u201d? pic.twitter.com/MgHivzbCYr— Kev\u00edn (@Kev\u00edn)1632942302

Somewhere, someone, came up with the notion that so long as a man doesn't — and yes, I'm gonna go grade school on this — put "it" all the way in or move around when he's partially in, he and his partner aren't actually having sex. Chile. CHILE. Now, before you roll your eyes over how ridiculous that sounds, do you know how many Christians who strive for some sort of sexual purity think that oral sex isn't "really sex" or that they can preserve their virginity by having anal sex? Yep. Also ridiculous. Denying something doesn't make it not so — across the board. Yet let me stay on topic.

As I thought about all of this stuff, something else that came to mind is a topic that I've been noticing on these here internets, more and more, as of late (although I'm still not quite sure why) — outercourse. I'm pretty sure you can tell, off the rip, that it's in the neighborhood of intercourse. Still, if you're not exactly sure what it is and how it's even in the realm of soaking and oral and anal sex, give me a few moments to explain.

Just What Is Outercourse?

Uh-huh. I know how some of y'all are — you like to skim, so, for you, the short definition of outercourse is it's the kind of sexual activity that doesn't include actual penetration. Although some Mormons and Christians have found a (delusional) workaround, some people consider it to be anything that doesn't include penis-in-vagina penetration. OK, so for the classic meaning of the word, outercourse is doing things like fondling, dry humping (do folks still say that, en masse?), kissing, mutual masturbation, and giving each other massages. For the "remix", oral sex, anal sex, hand jobs, fingering, and sex toys come into play.

Since there isn't any eggplant-in-the-taco (if you know what I mean) transpiring, does this mean that outercourse can qualify as abstinence? Eh. I guess it all depends on how you see abstinence. Since literal definitions include terms like self-restraint and self-denial, I'm not sure how much abstinence applies if you're somehow able to find ways to get your rocks off even without, again, putting it in. And, if you're approaching matters from a spiritual purity standpoint, lust is what the Bible frowns upon and how do you not do that when you're humping or oral-ing? Hmph. Speaking of, it's no secret that I've been abstinent for what seems like FOR-E-VER and one of my male friends once said, "Girl, if you're masturbating, you ain't abstinent. You just ain't got no n — a." He said that to me my first three years in. Ouch.

Anyway, if you've never heard the word "outercourse" before or you have yet it always sounded so — let's go with the word "unique" — that you never officially looked it up, now when it comes up online or in conversation, you know exactly what it's all about. And just why would someone find outercourse to be the lick (no pun intended)? Personally, five reasons come to mind (if you can think of more, please leave your comments underneath this post). I'll share them with you.

5 Benefits That Come from Engaging in Outercourse

1. No Pregnancy or STDs (If You’re Really Careful).

OK, so to give you some perspective, back in 2014, there were reportedly 1.9 million new STD cases. In 2019, there were 2.6 million. That's quite the leap, y'all. So, if you're looking for a way to engage in the "friction of sex" or to have an alternative to experiencing orgasm without running the risk of getting a sexually transmitted disease or pregnant, the classic definition of outercourse has your back. Now, as far as the remix goes, you can most definitely get an STD from oral and anal sex (I actually know a guy who got one from receiving fellatio; again, be careful out here!). On the pregnancy tip, you need to be using a condom when "backdoor sex" is going down, period, but you definitely need to in order to be on the safe side. Because spillage is spillage, right? And your rectum and vagina are pretty damn close together. Too close to risk it.

2. You and/or Your Partner Want to “Ease into” Sex.

One day soon, I'm gonna write an article about how love happens in layers. For many, so does sex. That said, once you've passed the kissing stage and you want more but you're not sure if it needs to be intercourse (yet), outercourse can be a good option. It can help you both to explore an intense level of foreplay, encourage you to learn each other's bodies, and still find ways to cultivate pleasure without putting the "p" into the "v."

3. You and Your Partner Don’t Have Any Protection.

Or, say that he forgot his condoms or you haven't been regular with taking your pills or you need to get a new diaphragm or you just started a new form of birth control and you're not confident enough that it's as close to foolproof as birth control can be (because NOTHING is 100 percent besides abstinence). For all of these situations, classic outercourse could be the jam because you can still climax (here's hoping anyway) without worrying about what the next week or following month could have in store.

4. You Want to “Perfect” Before-Intercourse-Activities.

OK, so here's where the classic and remix versions of outercourse can be really bomb. Whether you want you and/or your partner to get better at foreplay, you want to slow down intercourse sessions or you want to perfect a particular sexual act, this can also be where outercourse works like a charm.

For instance, say that you and your partner decide that you won't copulate until there are 30 minutes of outercourse and the focus is going to be oral sex. Then you can apply articles like "12 Things You Should Do During Oral Sex (That You Probably Aren't)", "Are You Ready To Amp Up Your Oral Sex Game? Try This." and "Want To Have Hotter Oral Sex? STOP Doing These 8 Things." to boost your technique and that knowledge added to a set amount of time can take all-things-sex to an entirely new level!

5. You’re not Enjoying Intercourse — Just Yet.

And finally, another benefit of outercourse is, I've worked with some married couples who…let's just say that they didn't see any fireworks during their wedding night or even the weeks and months that followed. Outercourse can be good for them because it's taking intercourse off the table so that there's less pressure while still encouraging them to learn what works and what doesn't…in other ways.

So, there you have it — enough info on outercourse to where at least you know what's going on and you can bring it up to your partner if any of the perks seem like a win to you. Just remember that the classic comes with the least risk, the remix is getting really close to the actual act and Mormon soaking is pretty ludicrous — and definitely qualifies as intercourse. Not outercourse.

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[sukajunin]

Amor fati

I’ve always told myself that everything happens for a reason whenever I needed major consolation. Without truly knowing what that meant, it was somewhat reassuring to me that even the terrible things that happened to me had a genuine purpose. It became almost a stock-standard response to every misfortune I’ve ever encountered. The phrase itself is meant to be said for moments of comfort. But is it enough to brush off everything negative with this one-size-fits-all sort of comeback? I must’ve used it too many times that its meaning has gotten lost, like when you say one word over and over again that it starts to sound funny and you start to question whether it’s actually a real word or not. Now it’s a cliched phrase that no longer provides the same solace it used to.

Despite being overused, everything does happen for a reason. And it’s true: we may not know what that reason is yet. It might come to us in the next minute, the next hour, or years down the line. To me, this saying had always implied that some greater thing has control over our outcomes, our decisions, and everything else in between. That whatever bad thing that just happened to you was all part of a bigger plan.

I used to hear this a lot, too: Do your best and let God do the rest. It was also another phrase that was thrown around when I thought I was going to fail an exam or when I thought I wasn’t going to do so well at my violin recital. It wasn’t enough to be told to just do your best, because it’ll be even better when God has got your back, too. Maybe it was just another combination of comforting words, to let me know that my best was good enough and that a greater being will make sure I see positive results. This higher, omnipresent being, will move the earth to ensure that everything will be okay.

But my secular self refuses to believe that a big man in the sky has a say in how my life will turn out. After all, it was me making the decisions down here on humble earth… 

My partner and I had been struggling for a while with getting a permanent residency in Australia. Ever since we finished up our student visas, it’s been an endless cycle of temporary visa applications. From terrible timing to not finding the right work, getting any sort of temporary visa was a real struggle. Dinner table discussions often included which visa to apply for next in order to stay here longer. But only just recently, did I realise that maybe our efforts of trying to get a PR was the ultimate roadblock that I didn’t know I needed.

Perhaps these plans never came to fruition because they’re not for me… yet. The one thing I love the most about my partner and I - and also my main source of crippling anxiety - is our ability to be… flexible, for lack of a better word. This time last year, we didn’t know where we would be, what our year was going to look like. And surprise, surprise, we still don’t know now. Not knowing where we are going to be in a year from now frightens me a little bit. But it is simultaneously one of the most exciting things ever. I look to my two older sisters as an example, who are both very much settled. Sydney is their definite home. This is their lives and it isn’t a bad thing, but I think, subconsciously, I haven’t thought about settling down in that sense and neither has my partner. 

I want to believe that in some sort of twist of events, that all the decisions I’ve made - big and small - had caused a butterfly to flap its wings and led the stars to align or something for the universe to come up with this path for me. In the end, stories are stories and we love telling ourselves stories to make the unreasonable feel reasonable. But this narrative seemed far more interesting to me than a mastermind somewhere in the clouds was puppeteering my fate. In some way, I still had some control in my outcomes and that, yes - everything does happen for a reason because I subconsciously do things to lead me to this particular way.

Amor fati - a succinct Latin phrase, which means “to love one’s fate”, is probably one that I should tell myself instead when things are tough. And I think I had been headbutting my fate for too long because I had synonymously thought of it as giving up. Sometimes I do think that I’m not trying hard enough to get a PR. Maybe that’s true - there are ways to get it but the way to do it isn’t for me. I could also keep living on temporary visas but the thought of living that precariously haunts me.

On another level, my anxiety and spiraling thoughts stem from a lot of uncertainty. Of course everyone’s future is uncertain - we can die tomorrow and worrying about our pension plan should be the least of our problems - but being unsure of where you are going to be physically, geographically is scary. The thought of having to pack up your whole life that you had built to potentially relocate is incredible, yet stressful. It doesn’t help that being in my 20’s I see friends in very different stages of life. Some are married with kids, some are homeowners. Fuck, some have died. And you can’t help but to compare your very much unsolved life to ones that are seemingly very… solved. 

As cliched as it sounds, your 20’s are absolutely a pigsty in terms of figuring yourself out. There were nights where I could feel my cheeks hot from the anger; my pillowcases soaked from tears. There’s a lot of mistakes being made and that’s okay, and I can’t believe I’m only just figuring that out.  

It’s possible that I’ll never figure it out, so I’ll end this essay as banal as my former mantras - with a quote. Perhaps the answer can be found in the words of Austrian poet, Rainer Rilke: “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)- Oneshot

The first couple months as an officer were not what you expected. You’d worked so hard just to get to where you were, but it felt useless. As powerful as you are, some things were just unattainable.

Like respect from your supervisor.

“I can literally bend metal with my mind. But when I’m in that precinct, I just feel powerless."

You’d know the boys for so long. When you graduated from high school. Leo supported your choice to apply for the academy. You’d graduated at the top of your class. Now you were on the force as a rookie of course and it feels as though you’re not making much of a difference. You knew it wouldn’t be easy. It would be a long while before anyone took you seriously. That didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating.

“I’m sure if you give them time they’ll see what a great cop you are. “ You can always count on Leo to give you insight.

Sitting on the rooftop, you kick your legs back and forth.

“So how is the nightlife? I’ve been kind of occupied. I miss running around with you guys.”

“We miss having you.” He nudges your shoulder, and you smile.

“I think after Shredder, it made us realize just how valuable our family is. After Kraang, well I don’t think we’ll take anything for granted."

“I know it’s never been easy. Especially with Mikey. “ Leo nods.

“Somewhere deep down he’ll always be wishing for acceptance. I just hope he gets that without needing to change who he is.”

You could understand that. Leo was a leader, but above all else, he was a brother. Family was the most important thing to him.

“Have you ever wanted it, to be human I mean?”

Leo looks down at you. It’s clear he’s actually thinking about it.

“Would you prefer it if you were normal? Without your powers.”

His question stops you.

“There…when I was younger I guess I did want to be normal. But now I love my powers. They’re a part of me. They define me.”

“That’s exactly how I feel. Maybe there is a part that has thought about what it would be like. But I don’t envy being human. I love the way I am. “

“I love the way you are too Leo.” He refocuses, and you blush.

“I-I mean like you’re tall and green and strong you know!” You do your best to cover the little slip up.

“Thanks (Y/N).”

“N-No problem.” You do your best to look away from him after that statement.

“I love the way you are too (Y/N). You’re amazing. Both as a cop and a person.” Damn him and his smooth words.

His gaze moves back to the view below.

“As for your problem at work, I think sometimes you just need to look at it from a different perspective. You see all those lights, they belong to someone. Everyday you put on that badge, you take an oath to protect that person. It may be today, or tomorrow. But that person matters and that’s what you fight for. That’s what we all fight for. Your contribution is just as valuable as any other cop on the force. Never forget that (Y/N).” You feel as though you’re going to tear up. Finally you get it.

“Leo, have I told you lately that you’re incredible?”

“I think it’s already implied. “ You laugh and so does Leo.

“Come on officer, you’ve got to be well rested tomorrow to take on this city.” He holds out his hand, and you take it happily.

~~~

“Rookie! Get me two coffees.”

“Yes sir!.” You nod to your sergeant.

“Wait, what are you doing, you have to carry this guy to holding first.”

“Of course sir, I’m sorry.” You make a quick turn to carry the clearly intoxicated man into a cell. You grimace at the scent he gives off.

“Right this way.”

Your advice, leading him down the hall. He grunts, following. After going through the full procedure, and washing your hands profusely, you enter the main office again.

“Rookie, where is that coffee?”

“I’m on it sir.”

You do a frantic walk towards the door, heading to get the coffee. As you’re exiting, a boy runs into your shoulder. He apologizes, and you smile, shaking your head.

“It’s my fault. I should be more careful.” He nods at you, but he’s looking a bit nervous.

“Are you alright?” He’s a teenager, probably fifteen.

“I-I’m okay.”

He excuses himself, walking into the precinct. You need to head to get those drinks before your sergeant blows a fuse, but the weary look on that boy's face makes you a bit conflicted. You backtrack, entering the doors. You walk in slowly, looking for the boy. You haven’t caught sight of him. When you’re back at the desks, you see him. He’s at the counter, tapping his fingers nervously.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be getting coffee!” You ignore his yell, walking around. He continues to yell, and when the boy takes notice of you, he pulls out a gun. You reach for your own, and so does half of the precinct.

“STAY BACK!!”

You raise your hands, but by now most of the station has taken notice. He points the gun at his own temple, hands shaking.

“Drop the gun boy!”

“You’re surrounded!”

“Don’t do anything stupid!”

All the yells seem to be coming at him all at once. He looks from left to right.

“I-I’ll shoot I swear!!” He threatens. You swallow. Your steps are slow.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

He narrows his eyes at you, still eyeing the officers that have their guns drawn. You holster your own weapon.

“Don’t look at them, look at me. Tell me your name.” He’s breathing a bit heavy, eyes darting around.

“I-I’m Sean.”

“It’s nice to meet you Sean. “ He looks a bit in awe.

“Why don’t you put down that gun so we can talk.”

“You think I’m stupid!! The second I drop this they’ll shoot me!! I WANT THEM TOO!! JUST SHOOT ME!!”

He looks like he’s about to pull the trigger and close the space between the both of you, hugging him. His hands freeze, and you just hold on.

“Now if they shoot, they’ll take both of us down.” You speak. Sean looks confused.

“Why are you doing this…d-do you want to die!?”

“I don’t. But I don’t want you to die either. Sean I.I’ve been where you are.” It’s a whisper, and you can feel him lower his hand.

“It usually starts off as small things, and you think if you just let it happen, they’ll stop. But it never stops. “

You can feel the slight sobs he lets out, pretty soon the tears start. His head drops low, gun still in his hand.

“It feels as though it’ll be better if you were gone. Because then it’ll finally stop.”

His entire body is shaking, and the cops around don’t look as threatened. A few of them lower their guns.

“No matter what they say or do, you’re amazing Sean. Don’t give them the satisfaction of winning."

The gun drops from his hand, another officer is quick to remove it. When it’s taken away, you hold on, and he hugs back, crying into your shoulder. You stand there, providing the comfort he needs.

The aftermath is a bit messy. You know he won’t be let off scotch free. He would have to pay for his actions. Since no one was actually harmed, thankfully his sentence won’t be as brutal. His parents had raced down to the precinct the moment they heard. Seeing their troubled looks, somehow you knew he would get through this.

He had two hard working parents. It’s possible they’d been so exhausted from constant work shifts that they didn’t even see the signs. As they take him away, he looks at you for a brief moment, and you send him a smile, one that he returns nodding his head in thanks. He disappears around the corner. Someone walks over giving you a pat on your shoulder. When you look up, a thought hits you.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I’ll get that coffee!” Before you can take off he shakes his head.

“Good job Officer Grey.”

You never thought you’d get praise from him of all people.

“Don’t forget the cream.” He says with a grin. A smile grows on your face.

“Yes sir!”

~~

It’s a tiring day to say the least.

Standing on the familiar skyscraper feels a bit different today. All your ramblings with Leo from a few days ago feel almost insignificant. Leo was right. You didn’t need constant verbal recognition that you were helping people. As long as you were able to assist, then that was enough.

“(Y/N).”

Leo’s call makes you turn your head.

“Hey, are you already done with your shift?”

You didn’t expect him to be here tonight. The patrols aren’t always quick rounds of the city.

“I came over to check on you. I saw April’s article."

Of course he was worried. You were more than happy to cooperate with April. She’d not only made known the trauma that Sean received at school that drove him to act out, but also promoted the involvement teachers needed to partake in to prevent the global issue that is bullying.

“I’m okay. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He was just scared and hurt. Sean wanted someone to see that he was hurting and help.” When you turn your head, Leo can see the pain in your eyes.

“Leo.. a few years ago that was me. I could have been in his very spot. Sean isn’t like me, he’s normal but I can’t help but think that I could have gone either way. Unlike him, I could have caused actual harm.” Leo takes a seat right next to you.

“You would never hurt anyone. The same faith you have in Sean, that’s how much I have in you. Maybe even more.”

You can’t express how much that means to you.

“If I hadn’t met you guys, who knows where I would be right now. What I would be doing.”

You turn back to Leo, and it hurts him to see that broken look in your eyes. All he wants to do is take it away forever.

Without thinking, he leans in. His palm lands on your cheek, and you just release a soft sound of surprise. He’s so tender. You can’t even tell if this is his first kiss, because he seems so good at it. You don’t even need to think about it. You return the kiss, gripping at the strap over his chest. He complies willingly, reaching over and placing a hand on your hip to pull you closer. Your kisses are getting a bit frantic.

You can’t seem to stop yourself, neither can Leo. No part of you wants this to stop. Unfortunately oxygen is essential for survival. You part to gather your breath, and Leo’s eyes flicker open slowly. It takes you a minute, but you meet his gaze. A few moments pass, and his eyes grow wide. He pulls away in a hurry.

“(Y/N) I-I’m sorry I-”

You shot upright, nearly tripping over your feet.

“N-No it was my fault! I-I should go.”

You don’t have the heart to stay and hear him say he regrets what just happened. Because you didn’t.

You jump off and Leo just looks down as you shoot off into the sky. Times like this he wish he had similar abilities. This is the first time you’d run off like that. Usually you stay just so he can carry you down himself. He likes having you in his arms.

Your taste on his lips.

He closes his eyes to calm his thoughts.

“This is going to be a problem.”

That was the understatement of the century.

#TMNT love #trust #family #fluff #tmnt donatello #michelangelo #raphael #tmnt leonardo #leoxreader #cute #friends #mutual attraction #feelings #telekinesis #cops #new york #NYPD #bullies #understanding #love

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

i'm serious, i really hope you are thinking genuinely and seriously about moving out. i know it's scary and hard. but you gotta do it. why does it matter if you "deserve" it or not? what're the options here - either you do deserve it, in which case you should go after that improvement in your life. or you don't "deserve" it, in which case you at least have learned that you WANT it. if you want something then you should go after it. you should use all the resources you can get your hands on to make your life better, no matter how big or small. like, it doesn't even matter if you deserve something or not. it's good and you want it, so therefore you should have it. it would be healthier for you. it would get you out of the space of your trauma. it would get you away from your family and give you the space to process and heal and grow. you could have a lady over! think about how nice that would be! let yourself want your own place! i want it for you. if it's easier, blame me. you gotta move out because your followers are telling you to lol

You are so kind, genuinely 💕💕

I’m definitely thinking about it as much as I’m capable of aha. I put it down as one of my goals that I would like to achieve with the NDIS. So at least in that regard I have someone else holding me accountable to my decisions.

I think I also used the wrong word when talking about deserving it - my bad! It’s more there are a lot of displaced people in Australia at the moment due to all the floods we are having and just a housing crisis in general because of how expensive everything is and how many people are grappling to get somewhere. I guess I just worry I would be taking something from someone who needs it more or I would be wasting people’s time when it could be better used for those in a more dire situation then I am. It’s not like I’m being physically hit or anything in my home so I just worry that maybe I should wait until things in the country calm down a bit and more if the people that need the help have gotten it.

I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before either but my mum has pretty much placed not killing herself on having us kids because it gives her something to wake up for. With my sister already gone it would just be here and my brother since my dad is part time living here. And then when he is here is just a massive mess all the time. I know what my mum’s like and without a doubt she would start emotionally leaning in my brother and I don’t want that for him. Being treated like a therapist by our parents wouldn’t help him. Plus he has enough on his plate trying to deal with school and going through the process of getting an autism diagnosis. I don’t think massive changes would do him any good.

But also!! If I were to move out it would most likely be with government housing. And those lists are longgggg. So maybe even if I just apply now with my support worker it’ll be a few years before I even get accepted and then by the time I do it’ll all be good lol.

I know that probably just sounds like excuses though. Which maybe partly they are because the idea of moving out is scary too. But I’m definitely doing my best to one day make it a possibility. And your support means so much ☺️💕💕

Plus you are so right. Having a lady over would be awesome and definitely a major tick off the lesbian bingo list ahaha.

Thank you again, so much 💕💕 You have such a big heart!! I really hope you have a wonderful day ☺️🌸

#asks #anon #answered

[theauthorlives]

OOC: Under the read-more, I’m going to go over what I aim to do when Part 2 is released next week, assuming I don’t get direct information from canon.

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Yancy’s is the easy one. If he appears in Part 2, it’ll automatically be taken onboard. However, the verse I set up in Part 1 will still apply! So the gist will be... After the reset, the crew wake up and do their work as usual... But there’s one staff member missing. Literally. There’s a spare bed, spare uniform, everything. Most might not notice anything, but others can realise he’s missing. 

Obviously, what exactly happens after that will depend on what might happen. I might have him remember something, but we’ll see. But it wouldn’t be an impossible stretch to consider the idea of a prison institute in space, or somewhere prisoners could be sent to to work (like how prisoners in I.reland two centuries ago were exiled to A.ustralia)

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On the other hand, Gunther is a little trickier, but I have what I think is an interesting spin. In one of the glitch scenes showing potential future events (the potential Yancy scene is there too), there’s Noir!Mark interacting with Abe, (more likely him since Wilford was in his Motherloving outfit in Part 1). Which, naturally, has people speculating about the connection between the detective and the head of ADS.

Unless specifically told otherwise, I’m gonna stick with the idea that Gunther is not Abe. Instead... The messes in looping and multiverses mean that somehow he ‘inherits’ the Detective’s memories thanks to that Noir scene. Not only would that mean that it would make interactions with certain characters very interesting (eg. knowing Wilford’s name is ‘William’), it would also mean he can speak to the actual Abe and be like “Why haven’t you moved on?? Do something else with your life?? >:U”; while allowing him to still be himself.

Now, if Gunther is an Abe, that does bring up an interesting path. Any character Mick has played when working with Mark has had a focus on justice to some extent, so there are established connections. Add to things like the skill in weaponry, the luck in the face of death, the smoking, and you can see where the theories come from. But, again, if that’s the way the lore goes, I’ll work on that when I get there.

#just the mun (ooc post) #(not quite spoilers? Just a roadmap of what I intend to do?) #(I was gonna say nothing and reveal it all next week but... Nah. It's been in my head for at least a week) #(and I wanna throw it somewhere so I can point and laugh when I'm wrong xD)

[quoteablebooks]

Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

Rating: 2.5 out of 5

Content Warning: Violence, Blood, Fire/Fire injury, Bullying, Rape, Car accident, Sexual assault, Grief

Summary:

In the beginning, there's a boy standing in the trees . . . Clara Gardner has recently learned that she's part angel. Having angel blood run through her veins not only makes her smarter, stronger, and faster than humans (a word, she realizes, that no longer applies to her), but it means she has a purpose, something she was put on this earth to do. Figuring out what that is, though, isn't easy. Her visions of a raging forest fire and an alluring stranger lead her to a new school in a new town. When she meets Christian, who turns out to be the boy of her dreams (literally), everything seems to fall into place and out of place at the same time. Because there's another guy, Tucker, who appeals to Clara's less angelic side. As Clara tries to find her way in a world she no longer understands, she encounters unseen dangers and choices she never thought she'd have to make between honesty and deceit, love and duty, good and evil. When the fire from her vision finally ignites, will Clara be ready to face her destiny? Unearthly is a moving tale of love and fate, and the struggle between following the rules and following your heart.

*Opinions*

This book has been on my TBR since 2013, so when I picked books to read for a readathon, it seemed like it was a good one to finally clear from the list, especially since I could get it from the library. I was actually pleasantly surprised with the first third to half of the novel with how it didn’t seem all that dated. Yes, they had printed out MapQuest directions to get somewhere and people sent emails to stay connected, but the issues felt as if things like text messages and modern technology wouldn’t have changed all that much. However, as soon as the romance element became more intense, I did feel myself rolling my eyes. It wasn’t just that I wasn’t a teenager anymore, it was just that ridiculous 2010s YA romance that we all loved back in the day. 

Clara was a slightly frustrating main character, but as she is a sixteen-year-old, that kind of tracks. As someone with angel blood, she has this purpose that her mother has made her feel as if it is the most important thing in her life, but she also wants to be a normal teenager. The relationship between Clara and her mother was very interesting and if I had been reading this for a class I would have dug into it a little more. While most teenage girls do not have an angelic mother, I think a lot of people go through this point as a teenager that your parents are just people who get scared, lie, and make mistakes like everyone else. I will say that Clara is a pretty bad friend, not caring about Wendy or Angela’s emotions when she says and does things. Again, most teenagers are self-centered, it is developmentally appropriate, but it was annoying to read as an adult. 

I did appreciate the way that Hand dealt with the insta-crush that Clara has on Christian because of her angelic purpose. I also enjoyed that relationship became complicated and hard to navigate, which happens even when angelic blood and purpose are not involved. While there were times that Kay was the “evil girlfriend in the way”, there were times that she was humanized and that is groundbreaking for the 2010s. Where my enjoyment started to fade and my annoyance increased is the whole relationship with Tucker. The build-up was fine, Clara learning nature and spending time with him because everyone else left for the summer. However, the declarations were obnoxious to me. Now, I would have gone on a rant about this, but a YA author once tweeted that teenagers do fall asleep quickly, it has kind of calmed my annoyance with the ‘I love you” after three weeks. It just shows that I am not the target audience and I need to be okay with that. 

The climax of this story was very confusing to me. The battle with the Black Wing and the tense parts with the fires keep me flipping the pages. However, the way that everything kind of just wrapped up without a lot of fallout deflated all that. The entire book is about Clara fulfilling her purpose or else, and I know that there are two more books in the series, but I wanted some sort of loss at the end of this novel besides a horse that we see once the whole book. 

Overall, this is a novel of it’s time, which is not a detractor or a benefit. Even with that, this is a rather forgettable story and will not stay in my feelings. As I have to finish everything, I will be reading the rest of the series, but I am not worried about who Clara will choose at the end. This is a 2.5 rounded up to a 3 as I know I am not the target audience and reading it out of its time period. 

#Unearthly #Unearthly Series #book review #booklr #2.5 out of 5 stars #Cynthia Hand