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myhotel-year · 11 months

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TONIGHT'S MOVIE: Ready Player One

this is a series where i am watching a movie and want to tell people things out loud but i'm alone or told to shut up irl

THOUGHTS:

very my dad coded, "the 80s were peak in all human history and time" and i'm suspect of that, but they all seem harmless

you can WIN by knowing TRIVIA this man was autistic

he is also autistic coded and it's a bit obvious but i love him

i refuse to ever believe the true nerds would ever EVER work w the bad guys

just because they're corporate. one thing men learned to do in the 80s was to "stick it to the man"

secretary lady said "sir these are children. grow up" and she was RIGHT lmao ur nemesis is 11

i would have loved this at 12 years old /affectionate

Artemis is a GOD

omfG THEY KEPT H'S CHARACTER

my fellow nerds!! we must unionise to to keep our nerd-dom free and equal

i need Fred voice man to secretly switch sides

i was always a fantasy mythology latin theater arts nerd autistic growing up not the scifi star wars star trek science math boy nerd autistic

but i see you, i understand

ok maybe making a religion out of your game and having a singular popular voted leader is more of a "democracy wins" rather than communism but it's going in the right direction

ong they're playing a game while evil secretary is like "i can just kill these children irl, then they die in the game"

ok maybe i'm just attracted to Nerd Freaks,

AND the fact that the kids are fighting where dying in game doesn't mean dying irl

but the corporate bad guys are going the kill irl to kill in game method, it's really telling

THE IRON GIANT AND THE 80S VOLTRON

as a transgender person, i recognize a love for the customization of characters that videogames give

prostate cancer medicine ad

(side note all the bad side effects literally describe most of my chronic pain wow cancer sucks)

fuck my new cart hits so hard

IT'S NOT ABOUT WINNING IT'S ABOUT PLAYING

fuck i hate bad guys, they're so hateable

i really son't understand the mechanics of how moving/hitting works in this videogame vs real life shit

hank green's book did it better

HA BOSS GUY GOT KICKED IN THE BALLS

this is what you get for making weird sex toys out of cool vr stuff

THE QUARTER I AM SOBBING

maybe everything i watch is good because i'm high not the other way around

either way i am having more fun consuming media than i ever have this makes me so happy

NINJAS DON'T HUG

i love that he's aware of the real world and the videogame at the same time

stick it to the karens these days

the first easter egg ever in video game history 😭

mans doxxing himself to get irl help, THAT is reaching out to your community

the nerds being happy

being completely poor again to get the prize, the american dream

also the orphan inheriting from the Wise Old Man, MUAH an underappreciated trope

the final test and the MOST AUTISTIC MAN I'VE EVER SEEN I LOVE HIM

YES THE MOB SHOULD KILL HIM

a true mob would never be intimidated by force

oh man jeeze that guy is my dad (the autistic one)

THE GAMERS WOULD NEVER BOW TO THE POLICE WTF

MR MAGORIUMS MAGIC EMPORIUM that's what it reminds me of

bro, i will join the punk rock rebellion in a minute, first i have to kiss a girl

oh man H is my fucking fav can i kiss u

technically she's a lesbian in canon but it's purely out of Respect

awwww they created a democratic government for the videogame

"there's no rule against losing a bet to a cheeky kid"

tuesdays and thursdays are for making out with girlfriends

CONCLUSION:

maybe Spielberg movies are for those kids who went to video game unreality when i went to book unreality, it hits the right buttons

#just some #key ideas for you #lmao #ready player one #steven spielberg #silly time #tonight's movie

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katierosefun · 3 years

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hello !! first of all congrats on finishing all of your essays !! idk what you like but my current favourite is def the seven husbands of evelyn hugo it made me feel many things it's amazing !! and one of my my all time favorite books is deathless by catherynne valente, it's a historical fantasy retelling of the russian tale about koschei set in the 1900s

OOOOH i’ve been meaning to read the seven husbands since forever, so thank you for reminding me to get it! and also, oh, i’ve been really digging russian fantasy ever since reading the bear and the nightingale, so i’ll def. check it out!!

#answered #me: seven husbands.....the wlw book yes? the one with the killer lines i see floating around tumblr???#bro yes i'm adding these to cart #blou me away

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jelliezellie · 2 years

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"Don't Go on That Date." - Kuroo Tetsuro

Synopsis: Y/n (Kenma's younger sibling) is asked on a date by Bokuto. Kuroo gets jealous. (also, Mario Kart references lol) Brother's Best Friend Trope/Angst and Fluff

A/N: There's some jealousy in here so if you're not into that then don't read. Also, this is not my best work but I absolutely had to write something to get me out of writer's block! Other than that, enjoy!

Being Kenma's sibling wasn't too bad. You got to play video games with him any time you wanted and you were actually fairly good at them. Not as good as Kenma, but you'd have your lucky streaks. Plus, when Kuroo came over, you would both team up on him in Super Smash Bros and you would have a better chance at winning. You admired both of them, even having a crush on Kuroo for a while. After all, it was a while ago and your older brother had a friend! It's only natural to get a crush on your brother's friend at one point or another. Now, you were all older and in high school, and that's where everything gets more or less complicated.

You climbed up the bus steps, taking a seat across from Kenma. Kuroo sat next to you. "Hey junior," He greeted, ruffling your hair. You grinned at him, shoving him playfully. "Stop calling me that. I'm not a kid anymore!"

"I know. But, uh, you look like a younger version of Kenma so I gotta call you that sometimes."

"No way! I look nothing like him!"

"Alright, if you say so," He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and texting Kenma, who was right next to him.

"Kuro, why are you texting me?" Kenma muttered. "To annoy you," He answered. You smiled at the two. Listening to their banter was the dumbest, yet funniest thing you'd ever heard.

When you arrived at school, you were crowded with your friends. "Y/n, Y/n, did you hear? Yamomoto is going to ask you out today!"

"Huh? That second-year?" You questioned.

"Yes!" They exclaimed. Kuroo's catlike eyes narrowed. "C'mon, Junior. Let's go."

Sure enough, by the end of the day, Yamomoto had asked you out to the arcade. You told him you'd text him your answer.

Upon arriving at home, you completed your homework with little help from Kenma and began to play Mario Kart with him. A knock on the door distracted him from his winning streak, so he got up to answer it. Kuroo trudged into the room in a baggy hoodie, sitting next to you. "I'm playing whoever wins this round," He challenged. You and Kenma nodded, knowing that Kenma was losing anyway.

As your character passed the finish line, you cheered and Kenma left to get a snack (and, likely, to be a sore loser). Kuroo picked up his controller, starting the next round. "Hey Junior," He began, crashing his cart into yours. You groaned in frustration. "What?"

"Are you actually gonna go with him?" You passed him, putting you in 1st place. "I dunno, he's sweet. Plus, arcades are awesome."

Kuroo passed you in the finish line for the first round, bumping into you. "Don't," He whispered. You looked over at him. He sent a red shell to you. "Don't go on that date."

"Do you think I have something better to do?" You mumbled.

"I'll take you to something better. But don't go with him. Come someplace with me, instead," He reasoned.

"Oh? Jealous, are we?" You teased, passing him again.

"Not at all."

Kenma entered the room again, feeling awkward in the thick tension between you and Kuroo. "You two okay?"

"Oh, we're great," You said.

Kuroo nodded, adding, "As a matter of fact, we're going to the arcade."

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo drabble #kuroo tetsuro x you #kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff

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sofreddie · 3 years

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Scent from Above 2

Summary: The morning after.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Daisies/Fresh Bread/Pine

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Scenting, Scent Bond, Smut (Use of condoms, Knotting), Mentions of Marking/Claiming/Mating, Fluff

A/N: Attention thirsty bitches...get your cups ready. : ) Each part of this series will feature an @spnabobingo square.

PART 1

Jensen woke with a groan and a stretch. As he moved, he felt another warm body beside him. He cracked open his eyes, seeing Y/N in his arms, neither of them having moved from the night before. He wasn't sure what to do as he watched her sleeping.

Should he wake her?

Should he try to crawl from the bed and let her sleep?

He quickly remembered that she was in heat as she shifted to her back. Her scent struck him, drawing him in once more, his nose drifting to the scent gland in her neck.

He breathed deeply of her, musing on her scent. There was something flowery, like daisies. Something warm and rich, like fresh-baked bread. He breathed deeply once more, catching the earthy undertones of pine. Each layer brought on a feeling of home and warmth and familiarity.

After a few minutes, he decided that maybe he was being a little creepy, and maybe he should try to occupy himself until she's ready to wake. So he carefully removed himself from the bed and ordered breakfast via room service, not thinking it wise for them to be apart or in public in their conditions.

Jensen took a quick shower and dressed in a t-shirt and track pants just in time for the food to arrive. As he removed the lids and the aromas filled the space, Y/N stirred awake.

"Good morning," Jensen beamed at her as she shuffled into the main seating area of the suite.

"Morning," she blushed at him, running her fingers through her tangled hair. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her and he silently reminded himself it was only the beginning.

"Are you hungry?" he offered, gesturing to the cart, "I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little of everything."

She smiled warmly at him, "Could I take a quick shower first?" she asked, noting he already had. He nodded and silently guided her to the bathroom, watching as the door closed behind her.

He was absolutely not going to think about her naked and wet behind that door.

As he heard the shower turn on, he realized she didn't have a change of clothes with her. He quickly dug through his suitcase, finding another simple t-shirt and pants. He went to the bathroom and knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response. He took a deep breath and cracked the door open just enough to place the clothes on the counter before quickly shutting it again.

Jensen had started digging into the food by the time she came out. Her hair was down and damp, her face free of the makeup she had been wearing. His clothes draped her frame and the Alpha in him felt proudly possessive.

"Thanks for the clothes," she said as she sat on the couch with a respectable distance between them. She was nervous, not sure what to expect, and distracted herself with breakfast, "I'm in another room here," she explained, "Just a few floors down."

"What room? I'll have them send up your stuff."

"What? No," she protested, "I'm perfectly capable of getting my own things."

"It's not such a good idea to go anywhere," he began hesitantly, "And I'm not really sure I could handle it if you did," he added bashfully.

She was surprised. As she showered she thought about the events of the night before. How could she not? She was sure he would politely tell her it was a mistake, it was his rut, anything really to back out of it. But here he was, seemingly still sure.

They ate in relative silence, exchanging smiles and giggles between bites of food. They were both trying to ignore the fact that their biologies were ramping up once more, their urges becoming prevalent.

"Come here," Jensen softly spoke as he tugged at her. She went willingly, letting him guide her to straddle his lap on the couch. He buried his nose in her neck once more, humming in satisfaction as he took his fill of her. She scented him in turn, slowly allowing herself to believe it was real.

He placed a wet kiss on her neck, making her moan. He did it once more, teasing the tip of his tongue and her hips involuntarily ground down against his.

He was so very hard and so very there.

A moan slipped past his lips and Y/N shuttered. It was the most erotic sound she'd ever heard and she felt a swell of pride at being the one to bring it from him. She did it again, slowly and more purposefully this time, teasing them both.

"You want that, Omega?" he breathily asked as he ground up against her core, his hands squeezing her hips.

"So much, Alpha," she replied, before kissing him hard. Jensen responded eagerly, opening his mouth for her as she introduced her tongue. He moaned again, her hips now steadily working against him.

Their clothes were quickly shed, each piece being thrown without care as they bared themselves to one another.

"Condom?" she asked bashfully as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Jensen blindly retrieved one, his face buried in Y/N's breasts as he licked and sucked at her supple flesh. He held it up to show her, still preoccupied. She chuckled and took it from him, opening it with her teeth.

"Wait," he said, finally lifting his head from her chest to meet her eyes after she rolled the condom down his shaft, "Don't you want me to-" his fingers strayed to her core and she shook her head adamantly.

"No," she breathed, "Just you."

She shifted her hips and sunk down on his length with a long moan. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her tightly to him. The breath was punched out of him. She surprised him, he wasn't ready. But at the same time, he was so fucking ready.

Hell, he was ready to take her and claim her in the alleyway last night.

After they both adjusted, he loosened his hold, keeping his arms securely around her. She pulled back to look into his eyes as she began to move, sliding slowly up and down. Her jaw dropped open, the sensation of his thick girth pushing and stretching against her walls amazingly perfect.

Jensen almost couldn't stand the intensity, the intimacy of her gaze. This was quickly becoming the sappiest moment of his life and he couldn't complain one bit.

"J-Jay," she breathed out, adjusting her hips to a new angle and pressing her chest against his. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of her calling his name. He groaned and went straight for her neck. After a good long scent, he opened his mouth, licking a line before clamping his lips down to suck a dark mark.

She cried out, her hips jerking, and he thrust up in response, sucking harder.

"D-don't claim me," she stuttered, riding him hard for the both of them.

"Not this time," he reluctantly agreed with a smirk.

He wanted to. God did he want to. He knew she was his and he was hers. But he also knew that she needed time to adjust. That she wasn't ready. That she wanted it but hadn't fully let herself believe it. He'd give her all the time she needed.

She panted as she rode him and he thrust up into her. He couldn't get the angle or speed that he wanted. And he wanted to be deeper. With a frustrated snarl, he wrapped his arms around her and dropped her on her back on the couch swiftly, still buried inside her.

She gasped and he plunged hard, knocking her body up the couch a few inches.

"Yes!" she cried out desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders. He growled and gave her all he had, riding them hard through their highs.

His knot popped and his teeth ached as his eyes locked onto her pulse beating rapidly beneath the taut skin of her neck. Feeling himself lose control, he turned his head, biting down into the couch cushion and growling as he emptied himself into the condom.

His teeth didn't release the pillow until his body calmed and he felt the urge pass. He immediately buried his face in her neck, lapping against the dark purple mark he'd left earlier, his mind letting him pretend it was his claim.

They spent the next few days in much the same fashion until her heat and his rut had finally passed.

"Stay just one more night with me?" he asked as she came out of the bathroom in her own clothes. Jensen ended up having her things delivered after all, "My flight's pretty early in the morning. But we can spend one more night," he pleaded, his hands on her waist as she shouldered her Winchester Bros. branded weekend bag.

He didn't miss the opportunity to playfully rib her over it either.

"I can't, Jay," she pouted. She had quickly adopted the nickname for him and he was thrilled with how comfortable she grew around him in such a short amount of time. He did his best all weekend to show - and say - just how much he wanted her and how sure about them he was.

"If you let me claim you we could take Mate Leave," he grinned.

She playfully slapped his shoulder and scolded him, "I just want both of us to be totally sure before making such a permanent commitment," she said for the umpteenth time that weekend.

"Next time then," he joked, wiggling his brows, "I stole one of your shirts, FYI," he added, blushing, "I think I'd go insane if I didn't have your scent around me."

"I guess that's okay," she said, "'Cause I took one of yours too," she looked to the ground bashfully. He laughed before cupping her face and kissing her hard.

"We'll find a way to see each other soon," he promised.

PART 3

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings

#spnabobingo #alpha!jensen x omega!reader #jensen x reader #scent from above #part 2 #smut #a/b/o dynamics

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