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singsweetmelodies · 2 years

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so... @welightitup and i were having a bit of a freakout about pierre's abs + whipped cream + leclerc tops, and i, well. ask and ye shall receive 😘

crème français.

"I want to try something," Charles pants in-between deep kisses, dropping his hands to Pierre’s shoulders and squeezing, unexpectedly hard.

“Okay,” Pierre agrees, his voice already rough and significantly lower than usual even to his own ears. “What is it?”

Charles smirks at him, and Pierre barely has time to think oh, shit, I know that expression before Charles is surging forward to straddle Pierre’s lap. His hands drop from Pierre’s shoulders to his chest, and then he pushes, just hard enough that Pierre gets the idea.

Shit, yeah, okay, Pierre thinks a little nonsensically as he goes easily, falling back onto the pillows. Above him, Charles smirks.

And oh, fuck. Charles doesn't get like this often, but when he does… those have been some of the hottest nights of Pierre's life.

"Hands on the headboard, please," Charles requests, as sweet and earnest as ever even when they’re like this. Pierre can only smile up at him, feeling stupidly and impossibly fond of the man above him.

"I'm only going to ask nicely the first time," Charles says, and though his voice is still soft, there's a hint of steel behind it now. "Hands on the headboard now, Pierre, before I make you keep them there for the rest of the night."

“Fuck,” Pierre says, the word getting half-caught on a moan as he hastens to raise his arms above his head. Hottest nights of his life, hell yeah.

“Thank you,” Charles says sweetly, leaning down for a quick reward of a kiss as Pierre curls his fingers around the headboard. "Now, close your eyes," he murmurs as he pulls away, his breath hot against Pierre's cheek. "You're going to like this, I promise."

Pierre exhales roughly, but closes his eyes, white-knuckling his grip on the headboard. "Good," Charles breathes above him, and then his weight shifts on top of Pierre, like he's reaching to the side.

"Ah," Charles says somewhere to his left, satisfied, and it takes all of Pierre's self-control not to open his eyes and look immediately. What is it, what is it -

Charles shifts back so he's properly straddling Pierre's thighs again, and Pierre loses track of his train of thoughts immediately as Charles' boxer-clad ass rubs teasingly over his dick.

"Fuck, Charles," he manages, fighting to keep his eyes squeezed shut.

Charles chuckles above him, and then he's leaning down, and there are lips pressed to Pierre's, quick and soft. "Trust me, Pierrot."

And Pierre can only nod, because he does. Of course he does. He trusts Charles with everything he is. He forces his muscles to relax, because much as he hates giving up control in any situation, this is Charles. He would do anything for Charles.

There's a strange sound, then, almost like… a can being shaken? Pierre grips the headboard tight enough that the frame cuts into his skin a little, the slight pain distracting him from opening his eyes.

"Fuck, Pierre, your arms," Charles says above him, voice rough and dark with want. He trails one finger down the flex of muscle in Pierre’s bicep, obviously getting slightly distracted from his original line of thought.

Pierre feels a smirk spreading across his face, lazy and self-satisfied. Even though he can’t see Charles’ expression, he knows that Charles’ green eyes will be dark with want, a little hazy the way they always get when Pierre is bare before him and Charles is allowed to touch. “Like what you see, hmm?”

“I more than like it,” Charles purrs back, continuing the trail of his finger down the length of Pierre’s arm, then down onto his chest and all the way to his abs. He flattens his palm there, obviously admiring the hard planes of muscle beneath his touch, and Pierre has a second to wonder if this is Charles’ master plan for the evening -

Then Charles pulls his hand away, and replaces his hand with a cold squirt of something… airy, and cold, in a line across Pierre’s abs.

Pierre can't help the way his eyes fly open in shock at that. Charles just grins at him, tongue pressed against his teeth and cheeky as anything, a can of whipped cream held casually in one hand. "Hello," he purrs, and then sprays another line of cream in a neat vertical line across Pierre's abs.

“Shit,” Pierre manages, his head falling back against the headboard with a loud thunk as Charles repeats the action a third time.

“A good shit?” Charles checks, momentarily stilling his movements to meet Pierre’s gaze, searching.

Pierre nods fervently. “Good, yeah, yeah, so good. Green light. Fuck.”

“I thought you would like this, yes,” Charles says, entirely too pleased with himself as he sprays another line of whipped cream in a lazy arc over Pierre’s stomach.

“You are so -” Pierre starts, pushing up a little to try and catch Charles’ gaze in a glare, but the words die in his mouth as Charles dips his head and drags his tongue over Pierre’s abs.

Charles looks up at him, then, his green eyes wide and innocent as he swallows, licking his lips to get the last traces of white cream off. “I am so?” he parrots, blinking coquettishly at Pierre.

Pierre is pretty sure his brain has just forgotten how words work. Charles’ innocent smile morphs into a smirk, like he’s saying I thought so.

Fuck. Fuck. He is so full of shit for this, so fucking cheeky, and Pierre is going to get him for it later, he’s going to get him back so well that Charles won’t be able to say anything but Pierre’s name and “please -”

But as it is, Charles has the advantage, and boy, does he use it. He’s almost languid as he licks another long stripe up Pierre’s stomach, lingering in the dips and lines of his abs, and the contrast between the hot of his mouth and the airy chill of the whipped cream is slowly driving Pierre crazy.

To make matters worse, Charles holds the cream in his mouth a little longer this time, parting his lips just enough to show Pierre the white all over his tongue and lips and chin.

“S-shit,” Pierre stutters, the curse fading into a breathless moan as Charles does it again, and again, and again.

There isn’t even any cream left anymore, but Charles doesn’t seem to be in any sort of hurry, leaving licks and nips and open-mouthed kisses all over Pierre’s stomach and abs. He’s clearly enjoying himself, clearly having the time of his life, while Pierre is so hard that he feels like he might explode if Charles doesn’t fucking do something, and soon.

Like he can read Pierre’s mind, Charles starts kissing a line down his stomach, further and further down until his lips are teasingly close to Pierre’s clothed dick, his face hovering just above Pierre’s waistband.

“Hmmm,” Charles hums, one hand coming up to toy with Pierre’s boxers as he leaves another kiss, slow but searing, to the soft skin just above his waistband.

“Charles,” Pierre warns, his hips involuntarily jerking up towards the heat of Charles’ mouth.

Charles chuckles against his skin, moving away just enough that Pierre can’t find any friction, and that’s -

That’s it. That’s the last straw.

Pierre lets go of the headboard and grabs for Charles’ hair in one smooth movement, pulling him up so they’re seated nose-to-nose. “On your knees, right now,” he orders, and he doesn’t leave any room for argument.

Charles moans, long and loud and unabashed, and then he’s scrambling off the bed to do what Pierre says, somehow managing to take Pierre’s boxers with him. Pierre swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and Charles settles in between his thighs, looking up at Pierre with a devious smirk and red, red lips still glistening from how many times he’s licked them tonight.

Charles leans forward, swirling his tongue teasingly over just the head of Pierre’s dick before pulling back to look up at him with a smirk and hooded eyes.

“Fuck,” Pierre groans, and grabs his hair again, pulling hard enough that Charles moans too. He’s close enough that Pierre can almost feel the vibrations of it around his dick, and he has to close his eyes for a moment, breathing hard.

When he opens them again, he knows his eyes will be so dark that the blue will be almost entirely black. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” he warns.

“Yes,” Charles says breathily, and then he’s leaning forward, and parting his lips, and Pierre pushes forward, and -

Fuck. Just, fuck. If Charles’ lips and tongue had felt heavenly tracing patterns all over his abs, the feeling of it on his cock is… fucking nirvana. Charles is so good at this, just, so good.

And Pierre could lose himself in the feeling of it, easy, but that’s not who they are.

“I bet you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he pants, punctuating the words with a harsh snap of his hips, and Charles chokes, a little, and fuck, it feels so good, finally.

“You think you’re so clever, driving me crazy like this all night,” Pierre says, and tightens his grip on Charles’ hair. “Because this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Being told to get on your knees and choking on my cock like a good boy.”

Charles moans around Pierre’s dick, and Pierre sees him reach into his own boxers and get a hand around himself, and that - fuck, this really isn’t going to last long at all, is it?

“That’s right,” he grits out, and he can feel himself starting to lose his hold on words and coherency, but he holds onto them with a tenuous thread so that he can finish this for Charles. “That’s right, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth. Are you going to come for me, Charles?”

Charles moans again, and his eyelashes flutter, and that’s it. Pierre comes with a grunt, his hips surging forward in a particularly brutal thrust which Charles takes, easy and easy and easy as the world whites out around Pierre.

Distantly, he’s aware of Charles’ jaw going slack as he comes, too, and Charles must have pulled off at some point as well, but Pierre missed it completely in the blinding force of his orgasm.

“Jesus,” Pierre says, when he’s managed to catch his breath again. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

Charles tilts his head up to look at him, and despite the rough, ruined quality to his voice, he still manages to sound cheeky as he points out, “Well, there’s still a lot of whipped cream left in the can…”

#and needless to say they didn't sleep much that night either <3 #piarles #piarles fic #10 x 16 #myfic #oh god this is definitely the filthiest thing i've posted solid to tumblr #aksjsndhdndbfnf #how do community labels work?? oh god #ANYWAY #sending this out into the world because apparently i truly have no shame left #also sorry that this doesn't contain *quite* as much leclerc tops content as i'd initially planned #i started writing and then things took a complete right turn but i liked it way too much to change it #when charles wants to be on his knees that badly... you have to put him on his knees. public service #kskdjdhdhdhdhdhd i think i'm going loopy #but i DO always say that 2am is the best time to write smut #so here ya go #don't crucify me pls besties x #and uh. please. validate my porn? i guess xD lmao 🙈🥰

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strawburry01 · 2 months

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Let's Dance

Summary: Y/N and Angus at a frat party. Shenanigans ensue.

Word Count: 4k

MDNI because of directions this will go in the future.

Authors Note: This will probably start a wee series of college age Angus and Y/N having some classic college adventures. Also was really hard to figure out what fraternity I don't HATE based on irl experiences. DU is fine but on god fuck Delta Chi and fuck SNU. That's all <3 hope you enjoy. (also I said I'd get this out today and I still got 30 minutes to spare! go me)

Down the hall you heard your friend, Abby, shriek as another girl cackled at her misfortune. You simply shook your head at yourself and continued to try and get the perfect curl in your hair without burning it all off in the process. It was the second Friday of the Fall term which meant the honorable men of Delta Upsilon invited your, and many other, sororities to their house for their yearly toga party. It was how they properly introduced their newest men to everyone. You had found a pale yellow sheet in the bottom of your suitcase that you definitely hadn’t been saving just for this occasion, even since you heard about it last year. You weren’t one for attention, especially from fraternity brothers, but so what, you wanted to look good if you were going to look silly at the same time.

“Y/N please you’ve been in there for an hour, let’s go,” Abby whined through the door following it with some demonic scraping from her nails. You laughed and set your curling iron down, deciding this would just have to be good enough. You opened the door to see her nearly tumble in after leaning on the door to wait for you.

“Oh come on it wasn’t that long,” you laughed as you gently pushed her arm.

“You’re right it’s actually been five hours. For fucks sake all the cute boys will be gone by the time we get there!” she groaned, throwing her hand against her forehead dramatically. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you walked into your room to grab your bag and coat.

“They’re frat brothers, you aren’t missing out I promise,” you mutter as you throw your keys and lipgloss into your bag. You hesitate before admittedly throwing a condom into your bag, trying to do so out of view of Abby before she crucified you for just calling the boys unworthy.

“But Jake was so nice to me during football season last week,” Abby continued as she flopped onto your bed.

“What were you wearing?” you asked, putting your arms carefully into your coat to try and avoid running your perfect knots keeping the sheet up and over you.

“My cheerleading uniform but I hardly see how that’s relevant,” she answered, raising an eyebrow as she lifted her head. You zipped up your jacket and shrugged.

“ ‘M just saying there may have been some ulterior motives,”. She threw a pillow from your bed at you which you laughed at and dodged before it thunked to the floor. “Alright sleepyhead let’s go I hear we’re late,” you said as you turned out the door. She quickly jumped up and trailed close behind you.

Abby was a year younger than you, it was her first year in college and you had been trying to keep a close, but not too close eye on her. There were certain mistakes everyone in college had to make once, just to learn how to be a human, but there were other ones you figured you could save her from. One of these being, frat boys.

You two walked down the cold Boston suburban-esque street, her bouncing off the sidewalk beside you listing off everyone she’d gotten to know this week. You could only nod and laugh as you tried to figure out how she wasn’t freezing. It was a Friday night so you could hear music and shouts coming from several of the houses you passed, but it wasn’t until you got to Greek row it got real rambunctious. Even outside of the Sigma Tau Epsilon house, a large horde of white toga-ed folks were forming. Part of you just wanted to scurry back home and call it a night, but you knew once you were a few drinks in you’d warm up to the idea of socializing. It was just going to be a grin-and-bear-it situation until then. Before you could even track her down, Abby had started talking to a tall blonde guy who was certainly a fifth year. You grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from him.

“At least talk to someone reasonable for your age,” you chided her.

“Oh come on mom,” she whined, but happily followed you dragging her inside. Inside was thick with the waft of alcohol, cigarettes, weed, and BO. As expected of course. You dragged her inside and threw your bag into a safe looking corner and draped your coat over it. People didn’t usually take shit unless it looked valuable.

“Okay- you ready for this?” you asked, turning to your bright-eyed and optimistic friend. She eagerly nodded. You couldn’t help but smile at her. You were in her shoes only a year ago. The two of you wander into the kitchen area to try and steal some drinks from the coolers before any of the boys could catch you. You tossed your friend a Coor’s and cracked open your own before weaving between the robed frat boys and girls to try and nudge your way to the basement where the music was thumping from. It was Marvin Gaye incredibly, and impressively loud.

You start to make your way down the stairs before you realized Abby wasn’t trailing behind you. Your head snapped back and found her somehow talking to the Jake boy. How she did that was beyond you, but you did have to admit Jake wasn’t terrible looking. At least if she was going to be infatuated he was going to be cute. Her hand touched his bicep as she laughed at his joke, making eye contact with you and shooting you a wink. Okay, she was fine. You raised your drink in silent cheers before continuing down the stairs.

If upstairs was hot, the basement was hellish. You could feel the speakers in your bones as everyone stood dancing and gyrating around each other in the middle of the basement. Maybe it was good it was a toga party, less clothes to stink up the place. Most of the girls seemed to at least figure to wear a bra underneath. Others seemed to be a little less fortunate as they tried to cover themselves and retie their sheets. You find yourself pressed up to the side of the basement, enjoying the coolness of the wall, albeit fleeting. You nodded your head to the music as you sipped the beer. It wasn’t great, but it would get the job done to get your guard down a little.

“Hey,”.

You nearly jump out of your skin as the new presence beside you scares the living shit out of you. Even though it was a crowded basement, someone standing specifically besides you really snapped you out of your wallflower state. You nearly spit out your beer but manage to keep it in as a last ditch at saving grace.

You’re glad you did as you look over to see who so rudely scared you. He was tall with a disheveled and sweaty mess of curly brown hair that stuck to his forehead and the side of his face. Precariously perched on top of the nest of hair was a wreath of (spray painted) gold laurels, an attempt to stick to the theme with the white bed sheet that hung off his lanky frame. He was looking down at you with a smirk plastered to the left corner of his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughed with a raspy-esque voice, no doubt from yelling over music. He didn’t look like the other frat boys you were so used to.

“ ‘S alright,” you say as you instinctively tuck some of your loose hair behind your ear as a nervous habit, looking up at him. He leaned against the wall and cocked his head to the side.

“What’s your name?” he asked. You felt your stomach flip again, cursing the fact that you were just so critical of Abby falling head over heels in a single conversation. It was something about him that wasn’t like other frat boys you’d met. He wasn’t groping you or slurring his words. He was startlingly present. He also looked like a pipe cleaner compared to the jocks that usually joined greek life. It intrigued you.

“Y/N, what about you?” you answered, leaning forward on your heels a little. You could blame the noise. He nodded, and kept staring into your eyes, like he was analyzing everything about you.

“Angus,” he said, leaning his head forward a little. Definitely because of the noise. “Do we have Greco Literature together?” he asked, “ you look insanely familiar”. You felt your face heat up a little as you realized you totally did have class with him, and had just never noticed him.

“At 10:00am? With Dr. Moreland?” you asked as you copied him and leaned against the wall on your side now. He nodded, his eyes not leaving you.

“Really interesting stuff huh?” he said. You couldn’t tell if he was joking and you raised an eyebrow before he laughed. “I’m fucking with you, that man teaches with a stick up his ass,”. You chuckled as you took another sip of your drink before offering Angus some. He took a long swig before handing it back to you.

“What the hell man you drank it all,” you fakely scoffed as you felt how light the can was now. He grinned mischievously,

“Don’t act like you didn’t steal that from here,” he said as he returned your raised eyebrow. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip as he looked at you like that. Maybe you had a weakness for brown eyes.

“You DU’s are all the same,” you said, intrigued to see how he’d react. His face didn’t move an inch.

“Generalizations? Really? You seemed so smart for a sorority girl,” he remarked, pouting his lips. You opened your mouth to protest before realizing he was pulling your leg. You hit his arm instead.

“You’re just waiting for this all to become an orgy down here with all these bed sheets,” you said, leaning in again, looking up at Angus through your eyelashes.

“It’s not gonna be an orgy, it’s a toga party,” he said, drawing out the words, moving his head only to a few inches from yours, that fucking know it all smirk back on his face. “Yours looks nice though,” he added on, as he held some of the fabric between his long fingers. You tried not to overthink it.

“Thank you. I came to last years and learned my lesson,” you said as you heard another scream from a poor girl losing their top. He laughed as he turned towards the scream.

“So you’re a sophomore huh?” he asked, turning his attention back to you.

“Don’t tell me you’re a freshman,” you said, faking that you were aghast at the idea. He rolled his eyes at your dramatics.

“Yeah, but only because my prep school wouldn’t let me graduate on time. I’m 20 next month,” he explained, obviously not wanting to get anything misunderstood. As long as he wasn’t 18 you’d be able to be at peace with yourself. He opened his mouth to add something before one of his frat brothers grabbed him and quickly whispered something in his ear, you awkwardly looked back to the mass of dancing limbs, trying not to notice Angus watching you as he listened to his friend. He firmly punched his friend in the side as he laughed off nearly tripping over his own feet, but not without leaving Angus with a bottle of Double Diamond which he somehow expertly struck against the wall to pop the cap off of. You kept how impressed you were on the inside as you watched him quickly try to consume all the beer before it foamed out the top. You tried not to watch his Adam’s apple bob as he somehow drank it all in one go. Was it weird if you said you were impressed and slightly turned on by it?

The piano of Louie Louie distracted you. Angus gingerly set the bottle on the ground and grabbed your hand.

“Dance with me?” he asked, cheeks rosy from chugging the beer. You couldn’t help but nod and smile as he pulled you into the crowd. Before you tumbled to the floor at the pull he placed a hand on your hip to steady you before quickly removing it. He mouthed the word sorry to you. God dammit could he try to be unlikable.

You laughed as you began to move your body in rhythm with the music, raising your arms above your head both for effect and also because there was simply no space. You felt Angus’s hands return to your hips as he moved in sync with you, but kept his distance away from you still. It only was until after the song and you draped your arms around the back of his neck and moved yourself closer so you were pressed up against each other. He looked down at you again with that smirk but it didn’t seem judgemental this time.

“You dance with all the girls like this?” you said/shouted into his ears, on your toes to reach his ear.

“Only the ones I like,” he said back into your ear, shivers running down your spine feeling his breath. You laughed and blushed as you tilted your head back so you were looking right up at him. You hand behind his neck ruffled his hair which admittedly did feel sweaty and sticky at this point, but you were over it.

“I like your hair,” you said-shout, still feeling confident and oddly optimistic about this one. He smiled and carefully wound the golden crown that was now flaking off gold specks, out of his hair and placed it gently on top of your head. He looked down at you like you were the only person in the basement and lifted his hand to hold your chin before making eye contact with you for a second. “Are you really a frat brother?” you asked/shouted, locking eyes with him. The familiar mischievous look was back in his eyes as he bit his bottom lip and shook his head no.

“Hope that’s not a dealbreaker,” he said with a flitting wink, leaning closer. You closed the space between you two and sloppily pushed your lips together. Angus’s hands moved to hold both sides of your face as you two continued to kiss in the middle of everything around you. You could taste the beer on his tongue and lips as you continued to push yourself closer against him, feeling him getting hard between you and the bedsheet.

You pulled back for air and couldn’t help but sheepishly laugh as you laid your head on his chest. You felt his hands holding the middle and small of your back as he looked over the crowd, using his height.

“Care to move this elsewhere Y/N, I think my secret’s getting out,” he said into your ear as he tightened his grip around your waist. You can only nod as he grabs your hand and slightly ducks as he tries to blend in with the rest of the crowd. You hold onto the crown with your other hand as you continue laughing, it only getting drowned out by the music. Angus throws a look over his shoulder before speeding his way up the stairs, taking two at a time which causes him to nearly drag you up the stairs as you can’t keep up.

“Y/N?” Abby yells at you from the kitchen, now sitting on the counter with now a swarm of frat boys to her sides talking to her. They all turn to stare at you and Angus.

“Who the hell are you?” one of them yells at Angus as he starts to move. Without a moment wait Angus pulls you again out of the kitchen starting to pick up the pace.

“Get home safe Abby!” you shouted over your shoulder as you followed after Angus, his hand squeezing yours as he navigated the cramped hallway full of couples making out at this point. “I need my bag!” you shouted to Angus as you tried to move towards the living room.

“For God’s sake woman,” he huffed as he looked back at you, letting your hand go so you could run to grab your stuff. Nearly stumbling into a pile of vomit you reach over and grab your coat and bag before rushing back to Angus who is anxiously checking for any peeved frat boys. You shuffle your coat on as he pushes you out the door hearing the kitchen erupt in, “where the fuck did he go?”. The lawn has substantially cleared out by now and the two of you hurry down the steps hand-in-hand again and pick up the pace again as you hear the door slam open.

“YOU’VE BOTH BEEN BLACKLISTED FROM DELTA UPSILON! DON’T EVEN THINK OF COMING BACK YOU LITTLE FREAK,” one of the frat boys yell to you two as you stand across the road on the other side of the street. Instinctively you chuckle again as you wrap your arms around Angus’s side as he places an arm over you and delivers a swift middle finger back to the house.

“Wouldn’t have even wanted to!” he shouted back, “oh fuck okay I think we should run now,” he quickly added as he saw more frat boys start forming in the doorway, once again grabbing your hand and quickly walking down the block to try and put some distance between you all. Once you’re about a block away he finally slows down and you’re able to keep pace with him. He drapes and arm around you and pulls you closer to him. You slide an arm around the back of his waist.

“So what’s the truth? Is your name even Angus?” you asked, looking up at him. He snorted and glanced over at you.

“That’s the truth. The only thing that wasn’t the truth is me being in a fraternity. Seems stupid to me, but y’know-” he trailed off trying to think of the right word, “I can see some of the benefits,” he said as he pulled you a little closer. You sarcastically rolled your eyes, with a grin on your face.

“You just snuck in?” you asked. That took some balls. He coolly shrugged and rolled his head back to look up at the unimpressive overcast night sky.

“Everyone knows about the toga party, all you have to do is dress the part and act like one of em’. Most of ‘em are too drunk to realize they don’t know you,” he explained, using his free hand to gesture into the air. He paused and turned you towards him in the middle of an empty road before pressing his lips against yours to which you hummed happily against his.

“What was that for?” you asked once you two pulled back. He shrugged and looked back to the road, resuming his hold around your shoulder.

“Making sure you’re real,” he said, as if it was obvious. You could’ve melted right on the spot, but your legs were so tired at this point in your shoes you knew you would’ve never stood up. Your face heated up though as you leaned your head against the side of his chest.

“Do you know what way you’re walking?” you asked once you regained your senses.

“No clue,” he admitted without breaking stride.

“I’m in Tri Delta. Walk me back home,” you say to which he dutifully nods. The rest of the walk back to your sorority house consists mostly of you two talking about how terrible your class that you share is and how you promise to sit by each other to keep each other awake. The two of you leaning into each other, bed sheets still wrapped around in loosening knots. Eventually you both stop outside of your sorority house. Angus turns you so you’re facing him and places a hand on each of your shoulders.

“I can’t come in I suppose can I?” he asks. You shake your head no.

“No boys in the rooms,” you say.

“Figures. It’s how you keep these looking so…nice,” he says, looking at your house.

“I also don’t just go sleeping around with anyone,” you add, pointing into his chest with your index finger.

“But I’m not just anyone Y/N, we’re accomplices now, we’re wanted criminals, we’re-” he continues as he gently shakes your shoulders to prove his point, but you cut him off with a kiss before pulling back. He drops his hands and moves to put them in coat pockets he realizes he doesn’t have. He folds his arms instead. “Can I take you out for coffee on Monday? After class?” he asks, finally sounding genuine for the first time tonight, his voice finally sounding earnest. You scrunch up your face as you put a hand to your chin acting like you’re giving it immense thought. “Oh come on, that was a fun night, imagine what we can do when we aren’t in bed sheets,” he says to which you slap his arm at. “Not like that you perv oh my god I just mean-” he stammers over his words realizing his mistake.

“Angus, I’d love to,” you answer before the poor boy runs out of words. You quickly give him a kiss on his cheek before turning to go inside your house. Before you take another step he grabs your waist and spins you back into his lips as you throw your arms back behind his neck, deepening the kiss, feeling his tongue meet with yours.

“I can’t believe you’re just leaving me with that,” he grumbles as you step apart.

“Hush you horn dog,” you say as you shoo him off, “I’ll see you Monday, get home safe,”. He stretches his arms above his head as he prepares for his walk back.

“Fineeee,” he dramatically sighs, “now get inside so I can leave,”. You chuckle and turn away to the door before waving as you step inside. He waves back and starts walking down the street as you close the door behind you.

At least he wasn’t really a frat boy.

A/N : don’t worry, Jake walks Abby home and lets her wear his coat

#angus tully #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #college au #TogaParty

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spacelazarwolf · 10 months

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I really hate how often neo ra/df/ems will go on and on about how trans fem's transitions are waaaaaay more difficult and they're waaaaaay less likely to pass, but if a trans masc dared to make any similar comparisons, they'd be fucking crucified.

There are a lot of feelings I have around sex-based discrimination and the difficulties of a masculinizing transition. On one hand, I don't think comparing struggles like that is useful (i.e. trans women have harder transitions).

On the other hand, I feel like the reality of the situation is actually quite the opposite for many people (everyone acknowledges that testosterone makes your voice drop and you grow hair, but nobody seems to want to acknowledge hysterectomy vs orchi, voice training is still often needed, electrolysis for phallo, the fact that bottom surgery is usually multi-staged [even metoidioplasty is sometimes 2 stages] with a lot of moving parts and far worse scarring, top surgery is almost a necessity for passing whereas not every trans fem wants top surgery + scars are easier to hide, face masculinization is far less common w/ fewer options, puberty begins earlier in perisex people AFAB and puberty blockers don't always allow for full height to be achieved bc they don't typically allow you to start testosterone until you're about 15 even IF you were a "classic" trans-since-3-years-old kinda case, the extreme body horror that is accidental pregnancy and abortion and menstruation when that's dysphoric vs not being able to carry a pregnancy just feels like an insulting comparison sometimes and I've had multiple trans women call me inconsiderate for expressing horror at getting my bodily rights taken away bc "that triggers my dysphoria", testosterone is a scheduled substance and has more difficult administration methods than simply a pill, etc.)

And so I bite my tongue and try to be the better person, because stooping to that low doesn't help anything. But at the same time it's so extremely frustrating to be told that you "have it better" when, considering the facts, it REALLY feels like the opposite. There's this level of bitterness around that that I am DESPERATELY trying to resolve within myself. I have a therapist. I know it's projection. I'm working on my own bullshit. But please tell me I'm not alone in feeling this way? I just wish they'd stop with that rhetoric and realize just how difficult the average trans masc transition truly is

yeah it's really frustrating for ppl to present Trans Women's Experiences and Trans Men's Experiences as diametrically opposed, with one experience being Eternal Pain And Inescapable Suffering and the other being Barely A Blip On The Life Radar. and while i understand it's coming from a place of pain, i've also experienced a lot of trans women shutting me down when i try to talk about how abortion rights affect me. back when i was first dipping my toe into trans spaces, i was friends with a trans woman who told me it was transmisogynistic of me to want to transition because "trans women would kill to have been born in your body." and while it absolutely comes from a different place than when cis men try to assert control over me and there's not the same power dynamic, it's still a complete stranger feeling entitled to tell me what to do with my body because of the sex i was assigned at birth. it's frustrating to have people i'm supposed to be in community with play into the same sexist bullshit that other people, regardless of gender, have been holding over my head my whole life, feeling like they own my body bc women and ppl who are forcibly assigned the role of women in society are seen as public property. our bodies aren't our own. everyone feels entitled to comment on them and touch them and make decisions about them. and it sucks when it comes from other people who should understand how that feels.

and like. obviously this idea that trans men's transition is so much easier than trans women's is unhelpful bc 1. there is no one particular way for trans men to transition, 2. not everyone who transitions in the way typically associated with trans men is a trans man, 3. it doesn't take into account how disability, race, ethnicity, etc. play into people's experiences before, during, and after transition, and 4. it's just not a fucking competition????? the fact that a disabled black trans man is going to be more systemically oppressed in society than a wealthy white trans woman doesn't mean trans men as a category are Objectively More Oppressed than trans women. bc gender is like. the worst possible way to try to gauge a group's place within the system. bc at this point, gender is not the most powerful system, race is. and i feel like a fuck ton of people really do not recognize that.

another thing that has bugged me for as long as i've been in trans spaces is this bizarre attitude that trans women are doomed to this miserable life of clockability and will never be able to pass as cis women thus they must accept that their life will be nothing but pain and suffering. and that's just very much not true! i know plenty of trans women who "pass" or who are happy with their bodies, who have jobs they love and friends and family who love them, who have a community that supports and celebrates them. and it has just always rubbed me the wrong way that people think they're helping trans women by presenting their existence as Inevitably Miserable when all it does is terrify closeted trans girls who think they're better off never coming out or transitioning, or better off dying. like. we have to understand that these narratives we create, the idea of the perpetually suffering trans woman and the lonely isolated trans man, are absolutely driving people to suicidal ideation. and if we give a shit about trans people, we should be changing these narratives.

#ask avishai #atm

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electraslight · 1 year

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Could you do anodite Ben please? I love your art (it's so gooey and psychedelic!!!), but I'm really awkward when it comes to asking for requests and interacting with other blogs in general, tbh. You're one of the most creative and stunning artists out there on the empty plains of tumblr, so please don't let the quiet nights get you down. Your Ben 10 au takes literally crucify me, I am so in love.

here u go anon and thanks for the kind words <3 btw ik in my lore anodites dont have body fat/ breast tissue, the 'scars' on anodite ben r a reflection of his human body

#ben 10 #ben 10 omniverse #ben tennyson #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 classic #ben ten #ben 10 series #anodite #andodite ben

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justice for sam

If the spnepisodebracket craze has shown us anything, it's that the supernatural fanbase is extremely divided, with the lowly sam stan seemingly at the bottom of the pile. sam is always last in polls, so this is a bracket for the 10% or so who always votes for him. because yeah, there's 327 episodes of Supernatural, but how many are popular because of a dean or destiel moment? how many good episodes are drowned out because they focus on sam?

i've chosen, with some crowdsourced peer review (special thanks to @spneveryseason, @suncaptor, and @ambersock!) 125 episodes that are Sam Relevant. Some are extremely sam-centric, some just have a shot where sam looks like he's being crucified that gives me brain worms -- i tried to be generous about it to keep a relatively even seasons distribution! matchups will be random and polls will last 24 hours each. in the tradition of @spnepisodebracket (who this is obviously inspired by and would not be possible without!) i'll try to rb a gifset for every episode in the poll!

a final note: no this is not that serious but the criteria for voting here should be how good the episode is as a SAM episode, not as anything else, so please vote accordingly! i am making this for people who actually enjoy sam and if that is not you, then this is not the poll for you!

with that out of the way, here is the compiled list of episodes! voting starts this sammy sunday, 3/26!

Season 1 Pilot (1x01) Bloody Mary (1x05) Home (1x09) Asylum (1x10) Scarecrow (1x11) Nightmare (1x14) Shadow (1x16) Provenance (1x19) Salvation (1x21) Devil's Trap (1x22) Season 2 Simon Said (2x05) Croatoan (2x09) Hunted (2x10) Playthings (2x11) Houses of the Holy (2x13) Born Under a Bad Sign (2x14) Heart (2x17) All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1 (2x21) All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2 (2x22) Season 3 Bad Day at Black Rock (3x03) A Very Supernatural Christmas (3x08) Mystery Spot (3x11) Jus In Bello (3x12) Time is On My Side (3x15) Season 4 Metamorphosis (4x04) It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester (4x07) I Know What You Did Last Summer (4x09) After School Special (4x13) On the Head of a Pin (4x16) It's a Terrible Life (4x17) Jump the Shark (4x19) When the Levee Breaks (4x21) Lucifer Rising (4x22) Season 5 Good God, Y'all! (5x02) Free to be You and Me (5x03) Changing Channels (5x08) Sam, Interrupted (5x11) Swap Meat (5x12) The Song Remains the Same (5x13) My Bloody Valentine (5x14) Dark Side of the Moon (5x16) 99 Problems (5x17) Two Minutes to Midnight (5x21) Swan Song (5x22) Season 6 Exile on Main St. (6x01) You Can't Handle the Truth (6x06) Family Matters (6x07) Clap Your Hands if You Believe (6x09) Caged Heat (6x10) Appointment in Samarra (6x11) Like a Virgin (6x12) Unforgiven (6x13) The French Mistake (6x15) The Man Who Knew Too Much (6x22) Season 7 Meet the New Boss (7x01) Hello, Cruel World (7x02) The Girl Next Door (7x03) Season 7, Time for a Wedding! (7x08) Plucky Pennywhistle's Magic Menagerie (7x14) Repo Man (7x15) Out with the Old (7x16) The Born-Again Identity (7x17) Season 8 We Need to Talk About Kevin (8x01) Hunteri Heroici (8x08) Trial and Error (8x14) Taxi Driver (8x19) Pac-Man Fever (8x20) The Great Escapist (8x21) Clip Show (8x21) Sacrifice (8x23) Season 9 Holy Terror (9x09) Road Trip (9x10) First Born (9x11) The Purge (9x13) Meta Fiction (9x18) Season 10 Black (10x01) Soul Survivor (10x03) Fan Fiction (10x05) Inside Man (10x17) Book of the Damned (10x18) The Werther Project (10x19) The Prisoner (10x22) Brother's Keeper (10x23) Season 11 Form and Void (11x02) Baby (11x04) Just My Imagination (11x08) Oh Brother Where Art Thou (11x09) The Devil in the Details (11x10) Into the Mystic (11x11) Ouroborus (11x14) Red Meat (11x17) Don't Call Me Shurley (11x20) Season 12 Keep Calm and Carry On (12x01) Mamma Mia (12x02) American Nightmare (12x04) Rock Never Dies (12x07) The Raid (12x14) Who We Are (12x22) Season 13 Lost and Found (13x01) Patience (13x03) The Big Empty (13x04) Various & Sundry Villains (13x12) A Most Holy Man (13x15) Funeralia (13x19) Beat the Devil (13x21) Exodus (13x22) Let the Good Times Roll (13x23) Season 14 Stranger in a Strange Land (14x01) Mint Condition (14x04) Nightmare Logic (14x05) Byzantium (14x08) Prophet and Loss (14x12) Lebanon (14x13) Peace of Mind (14x15) Game Night (14x17) Moriah (14x20) Season 15 Back and to the Future (15x01) Atomic Monsters (15x04) The Rupture (15x03) Golden Time (15x06) The Gamblers (15x11) Unity (15x17) Inherit the Earth (15x19) Finale: Carry On (15x20)

Edits: Bugs (1x08) will be added, polls will not be completely random bc im not doing this for science im doing this to see a good episode win and my randomizer pit when the levee breaks against swan song in round 1

#samepisodebracket #sam winchester #polls #spn #spn polls

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 2 months

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What are 5 things you want to see more of in BL? It can be tropes, a specific pairing (actors or dynamic), Actors in specific roles, plots, genre anything.

My 5 are: Poly ships; Gun getting to kiss a boy that is not Off; Fluke Natouch in a darker role where he plays a criminal an/or a killer; Cooheart potraying a confident sexy femme boy in a bl (bonus if he gets to flirt/kiss more then one guy in a single series); Maybe some fantasy stuff (magic/powers/different types of fantasy creatures etc)

Hello. and thanks for waiting. The day has been long but awesome thanks to all of your amazing asks. Like this one. So...

1.First and foremost. GROWN MEN. I need adults dammit. I'm not getting any younger but the bl boys are. Give me grown folk falling in love for the first time. Grown ass men falling in love for the 5th time. Give me adults growing old together. Just give them to me.

2. Cooheart playing a confident femme? AMAZING. In fact, give me more femmes.

3.I love fantasy so please can I get more of that. We're gonna get a lot of vamps this year but I need some magic. Malec but make it bl. lol

4.You wanna see Gun kissing other people. I wanna see everyone kissing everyone. I want to put all the pairs in a big bowl and just have a random draw. Wouldn't that be fun?

5. Ok. Let's be real. I know this is bl and there are limitations but I would love some more rep. I don't need it in main roles but at least a fully fleshed side character that is canon ace or demi. Or a trans couple (I'm waiting 23.5). And I know the fandom is ready for some poly. Also can we get some sluts that aren't crucified by the narrative?

Anyway, there are for sure more but I'm spent and I can't think or type anymore. Thank you so much for this ask 💜

#Rose's Day of Asks #has become #Rose's Day of Answers #rose answers

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maochira · 11 months

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💗Shidou birthday writing event💗

Shidou and I have the same birthday (July 7th), so as some sort of countdown, I will have an entire writing event based on him that lasts for a week <3 Everything will be posted when it's midnight where I live!

July 1st: Let me be crucified - on you! (Shidou x assistant!reader)

Synopsis: Shidou has a crush on you and is VERY open about it. He flirts with you at any chance he gets but also ends up saying a few more or less unholy things.

July 2nd: Eckstein, Eckstein, alles muss versteckt sein (childhood friend!Shidou x best friend!reader)

Synopsis: You moved from Germany to Japan as a kid and the language barrier made it hard to find friends. But one thing quickly helped you to become friends with Shidou: playing hide and seek. And years later, there's still a specific phrase stuck in his mind.

July 3rd: Are you crying in pain, or are you crying in joy? (big brother!Shidou & highly sensitive!younger sibling!reader)

Synopsis: Your brother has never been great at telling what you feel and never knows when it's time to comfort you. Even when you reunite with him during his break from Blue Lock, he doesn't understand the reason for your tears.

July 4th: Trust the night, it alone can save your soul (vampire!Shidou x human!reader)

Synopsis: A certain vampire has fallen in love with you want wants you to be his forever, but that requires you to become a vampire as well. Unfortunately for Shidou, you don't really understand what he's hinting at.

July 5th: Apparently, you want to fight till the end (rival!Shidou x rival!reader)

Synopsis: Neither you nor Shidou are part of a soccer team. Regardless of that, you are his first and biggest rival. But when you find yourself laying on his lap, you realize there might be more than rivalry.

July 6th: Partners in crime (best friend!Shidou x best friend!reader)

Synopsis: Your best friend loves to call you his "partner in crime" because you're always on his side no matter what he does. But secretly, you wish you could be his actual partner.

July 7th: Happy birthday to me! - uhm, us. (twin!Shidou & twin!reader)

Synopsis: You weren't willing to miss out on celebrating your birthday with your brother, only because he's in Blue Lock at the moment. And you surprising Shidou is definitely the best present you ever gave him.

Additionally, I will mostly focus on writing requests that involve Shidou - so feel free to request stuff with him! I will also reblog my favourite things I've written about him throughout the week. There will be a reblog at 6am and one at 1pm until July 6th. I live in Germany, by the way!

Also!! I have to say this, please no early birthday wishes!! I'm very superstitious with this and believe it brings bad luck </3

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #ryusei shidou #shidou x reader #ryusei shidou x reader

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amuseoffyre · 8 months

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Some thoughts I had while drilling a rock along with some thoughts collated earlier in the day. The writers don't waste dialogue. If it's there, it's there for a reason. This includes stuff from eps 4-5 plus the teaser for 6-7.

These are the bits I want to focus on:

Can't tell what's real and what's the basket anymore

Artsy outsider was always your thing

Can't tell what's real and what's the basket anymore

I suspect Buttons didn't turn into a bird. I think this is entirely down to Ed's head still being vaguely-basket influenced. Especially since he sees the bowl and the bird, but Stede doesn't come back and see either. Plus we heard birds startled and scuttling in the bushes literally seconds before it happens.

Part of the power of the basket is that it lets you see what you want to see and in that moment, nervously accepting Stede's invite back to the ship, what Ed needs a reassurance that people - he - can change. And how better to have your still slightly-untethered imagination do that than let yourself believe a man can turn into a bird? If Buttons can turn into an impossible bird, maybe you can turn back from one?

I'm curious what was in that giant spliff-looking bundle that Buttons had him hold right before his transmogrification act, especially since we already saw him and Mary with smaller versions back at the house. Could've been sage or could've been Buttons getting Ed a wee bitty stoned which certainly would've let him see things a bit more oddly and would definitely explain his giddy, blissed-out look as he watched 'Buttons' fly away XD

Artsy outsider was always your thing

Will fully admit that this one is a bit of a stretch, but bear with me and I will get to my point.

1. Ed mentions that he has a record to break based on mass raids and leaving chaos and carnage in his wake in episode 1. According to Oluwande, he's never seen a wanted poster with writing on both sides before.

2. Ned Lowe appears in the new teaser, apparently very irritated at his record being broken. This feels very personal an offence.

3. Ned Lowe enjoys hurting people but specifically, he enjoys hurting people in incredibly creative and artistically pleasing ways to him: he enjoys the perfect pitch of a scream, he tortures people with musical instruments, I half suspect the horrors he's committing in a lighthouse will end up looking like the batsignal for the Aesthetic.

4. Stede and his crew have already come across a ship where the bodies were left arranged in a tableau which feels like it was done especially to garner attention and horror: a man impaled on candle-sticks, another borderline crucified, another with knives in his eyes, and a giant bloody pentagram.

5. This artsy outsider, a bit of a sadistic weirdo even by pirate standards, has taken it personally that Blackbeard has stolen his thunder and is making a show to steal his thunder back in the most dramatic and over-the-top showy ways, including coming onto his current ship to torture his crew.

6. Bitter ex, anyone? :D

All that aside, I'm also now happily gnawing on the idea that the real Hornigold is going to turn up in the season finale post-credit scene as a hook for season 3. The fact they have post-credit scenes feels a bit of a waste, when so far, they've added nothing to the story. They're bait to make sure we stay watching to the very end.

#ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 speculation #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd meta

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skoll-sun-eater · 2 months

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5 songs, 3 outfits

My apologies, I cannot find the notif of who tag me in this a bit ago

but here i go.

Tagging below and with no pressure to play and apologies for any double tags. I've been seeing the game float around.

@thewanderer-000 @wrathfulrook @cassietrn @grimmylover7 @omen-speaker @carlosoliveiraa @simplegenius042 @strangefable

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Jenavieve Rose Seed(FC5 OC): 5 songs.

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

She rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind

Setsugetsuka/紲月歌 by Yuzuki Yukari

夜の隙間に感じるのはただ君の甘い温もりと

ただ二つの、鼓動――

What I feel inside the gap of night

are only your sweet warmth and two heartbeats--

Lost one's weeping/ロストワンの号哭 by Kagamine Rin/Neru

黒板のこの漢字が読めますか

あの子の心象は読めますか

その心を黒く染めたのは

おい誰なんだよ　おい誰なんだよ

Can you read the kanji on the board?

Can you read the shape of her heart?

Who stained that heart black?

Who did it? Who did it!?

Unite! by Ayumi Hamasaki

自由を右手に　愛なら左手に抱えて歩こう　時にはつまづきながら

Freedom in the right hand, love in the left We'll walk on, embracing both, stumbling from time to time

I got you by Bebe Rexha

I just wanna love you, I got you Don't have to be so guarded Let's finish what we started It's all I ever wanted

Oh wow this was intense now for the outfits Jenavieve would wear:

Ehhh I tried to get these to fit.

Phedra Nia Dawson(FC5 OC): 5 songs

Disgust me by New Year's Day

I wanna see all your scars Show me who you really are Don't fake it anymore Let it out, let it out oh

Promise me you won't hold back Oh, go on, disgust me Tell me the ugly I want something real

So on it by Miyavi

So wrong that I never go right So one that I never think twice So dead that I’m never gon’ die

Oops (Oh my!) by Tweet

Tell you what I did last night I came home, say around a quarter to three Still so high, hypnotized In a trance, from his body

Joan of Arc by In This Moment

You can crucify You can nail me to your cross (Light me up, light me up) You can find me guilty for everything you've lost (Light me up, light me up) Go ahead blame me for your sins Go ahead and sacrifice me Make me your martryr I'll be your Joan of, I'll be your Joan of Arc

Oh Lord by In This Moment

Oh Lord please forgive me for what I'm about to do Oh Lord won't you believe me I burn in hell for you

Oh Lord won't you teach me Teach me how to see Oh Lord tell me you love me Am I Lillith or am I Eve

Oh God have mercy on me Oh God have mercy on me Hold me down under holy water I fear I been laying with the devil I been laying with the devil (save my soul)

Okay now the outfits that Phedra would wear.

Ahyeee, okay umm here's some stuff. Thank you again. I guess if anybody gots question about stuff just ask. I'm not good at this stuff lol.

#OC game #fc5 oc stuff #oc jenavieve seed #oc phedra dawson #oc deputy

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witch-from-a-block-of-flats · 2 months

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url music game

Thanks @cleric4vampire for the tag <3

Tagging: @chodzacaparodia, @feral-cockroach and @oceaniche (no pressure as always, this just for fun)

Now, why would I do this to myself with url that long? To share music I like ofc <3. And why would I make this even harder by adding one artist - one song rule for myself? No idea.

W - Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift

I - I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

T - Tangled Up by Caro Emerald

C - Can't take my eyes of you by Frankie Valli

H - Hand of Sorrow by Within Temptation

F - Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

R - Release me by Hooverphonic

O - Oh No! by MARINA

M - Met the God by Jann

Please listen to this one! It's from small polish artist and it's opening line is "Don't tell me about my sins, I've met the God and He said that it's alright"

A - Aijā by Sudden Lights

B - Burn Your Village by Kiki Rockwell

L - labour by Paris Paloma

O - Only Teardrops by Emmelie de Forest

C - Crucified by Army Of Lovers

K - Kalyna by Go_A

O - One More Light by Linking Park

F - Future Lover by Brunette

F - Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

L - Last Theater by NoisyCell

A - Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

T - Topielica by Leśne Licho

S - Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

#can you tell that I like eurovision?#there is more eurovision songs here than I thought there will be #also the last column is so funny to me #you have a list of 4 songs you can cry to and then there is Topielica in the middle (polish folk metal)#tag game

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parachutingkitten · 7 months

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I started watching ninjago just before sea bound aired and purposefully watched all the seasons in the wrong order because I liked harumi and also my brother told me to watch what he liked first and so he did. Despite this I still continually complained that nothing made sense to me lol, and was annoyed that all the plot twists ended up being stuff I already knew

also trans hc anon please drop ur tumblr, I love your hcs for those three ninjas being trans… I will read any fics you have or ideas, i‘n always here for more people hcing these characters as trans:D

Are you LS Mark? This is literally the LS Mark, Just Stop situation- and the fandom pretty much crucified them over that. It took Just Stop a full watchthrough of the show and a 3 hour video essay to get out of that one.

You gotta do a watchthrough in the proper order. Minimum. I don't care how long it takes.

Also, Trans anon! You got some love! Great to see anons supporting anons!

#ninjago #asks #thanks anon!#give me your sins

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bby-deerling · 2 months

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Hey, hey! 🌻 and 🍬 please and thank you lovely! :)

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@indydonuts — i just think your writing is so lovely <3, especially that brook fic about his past lover!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

oh boy, this one might get me crucified...........

law likes sora, don't get me wrong, but i don't think he goes crazy plastering his walls with merch—he might have a little bit, but i see it more of a thing that makes me happy and nostalgic bc he remembers reading it with lami as a kid, so it's more of a reminder of the good parts of his past.

in other words, he enjoys sora and knows a lot about it (like most people his age who grew up in the north blue), but in my head he probably doesn't have a germa funko pop wall

ask game

#ask game

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apassionateman · 2 months

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Scientific Death of Jesus

For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever you're doing and take this opportunity! Let's see if Satan can stop this.

At the age of 33, Jesus was condemned to death.

At the time, crucifixion was the "worst" death. Only the worst criminals were condemned to be crucified. Yet it was even more dreadful for Jesus. Unlike other criminals condemned to death by crucifixion, Jesus was to be nailed to the cross by His hands and feet.

Each nail was 6 to 8 inches long.

The nails were driven into His wrist, not into His palms as is commonly portrayed. There's a tendon in the wrist that extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew that when the nails were being hammered into the wrist, that tendon would tear and break, forcing Jesus to use His back muscles to support Himself so that He could breathe.

Both of His feet were nailed together. Thus He was forced to support Himself on the single nail that impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could not support Himself with His legs because of the pain so He was forced to alternate between arching His back then using His legs just to continue to breathe. Imagine the struggle, the pain, the suffering, the courage.

Jesus endured this reality for over 3 hours.

Yes, over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of suffering? A few minutes before He died,

Jesus stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring water from his wounds.

From common images we see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound to His side... But do we realize His wounds were actually made in his body. A hammer driving large nails through the wrist, the feet overlapped and an even larger nail hammered through the arches, then a Roman guard piercing His side with a spear. But before the nails and the spear, Jesus was whipped and beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His face was torn and his beard ripped from His face. The crown of thorns cut deeply into His scalp. Most men would not have survived this torture.

He had no more blood to bleed out, only water poured from His wounds. The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters (just less than a gallon) of blood.

Jesus poured all 3.5 liters of his blood; He had three nails hammered into His members; a crown of thorns on His head and, beyond that, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into His chest..

All these without mentioning the humiliation He suffered after carrying His own cross for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd spat in his face and threw stones (the cross was almost 30 kg of weight, only for its higher part, where His hands were nailed).

Jesus had to endure this experience, to open the gates of Heaven, so that you can have free access to God.

So that your sins could be "washed" away. All of them, with no exception! Don't ignore this situation.

JESUS CHRIST DIED FOR YOU!

He died for you! It is easy to pass jokes or foolish photos by e-mail, but when it comes to God, sometimes you feel ashamed to forward to others because you are worried of what they may think about you.

God has plans for you, show all your friends what He experienced to save you. Now think about this! May God bless your life!

If you are not ashamed to do this, please, follow Jesus' instructions. He said (Matthew 10:32 & 33): "Everyone therefore who acknowledges me before others, I also will acknowledge before My Father in heaven; but whosoever denies Me before others, I will deny before My Father in heaven."🙏

Sunday is coming!

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vexic929 · 3 months

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1, 3, 8, 9 for the OC lyric game for Eoland?

1. a song lyric that makes you think of them

Who is the villain? 그 악당이 나였네 모든 걸 망치는 그녀를 미워했는데 이 소설 속 악당은 나였네 Hey, yo, god or author I'm going to hеll, but not alone 뵈는 게 없어진 나의 play는 바꿔버릴 거야 이 결론 VILLAIN DIES by (g)i-dle

"the villain was me I hated her for ruining everything" like????? that's Eoland!

3. a song lyric to describe their family life

Places, places, get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

8. a song lyric that would make them feel Seen

(Six, six, six) followed by seven Seven whole sins for a self-made Armageddon Sin one: Pride Pride makes a man kill a man for his ego to survive Sin two: Lust Lust makes the grass look greener, crucifies trust Sin three: Gluttony Humans consume and consume, planet Earth gets a frontal lobotomy Four: Sloth Rinse and repeat, reruns, repeat, time lost Sin five: Envy That's when one man's win is an another man's frenzy Sin six: Wrath Rage, vengeance, kill it, psychopath Seven Sins by Ren

9. a song lyric to make them cry

Eoland doesn't give me the vibe of getting teary over music honestly (I also don't get teary over most songs so can relate lol)

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