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popsicle-stick · 7 months

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ÞÆS OFEREODE ÞISSES SWA MÆG

(that was overcome. so too may this.) from Deor, old english poem, c. 9th century.

new riso design! John Barleycorn is a folkloric figure considered the embodiment of the wheat harvest, and the subject of the English and Scottish folk song that describes the cyclical nature of his birth, death, and processing into bread and ale each year. this one was about the comfort in the constancy of things. the world could end. but the wheat field rises anew. the year turns around again.

#i know it looks like 'pisses' i KNOW! but it is not that.#i adjusted the translation slightly for clarity without context #i'm working my socks off to get work done for MCM London at the end of this month despite also travelling. some things were not Timed Well #sat in airbnbs and youth hostels and on trains tryna get work done man im struggling lol 50 thousand unanswered messages IM SORRY!!!#the actual words in the image are from john tams though because that song slaps i love you snow falls/the year turns around again #english folklore #british folklore #john barleycorn #lottieart

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rebouks · 8 months

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Previous // Next

Matilda: I wish he’d said goodbye at least. Oscar: I tried to convince him to stay… Matilda: Do you think he would’ve-.. if I kissed him back? Oscar: I don’t know, did he ever say anything about wanting to go somewhere? You could-… Matilda: I’m not fucking chasing him. Oscar: Maybe he’d want you to. Matilda: What is this, a movie? Oscar: Obviously not, but people do that sorta thing someti-… Matilda: They don’t, and I don’t know where he’d go-.. it doesn’t even matter now anyway. Courtney: You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter. Matilda: [sarcastically] Well, thanks. Oscar: Don’t start being a bitch just becau-… [Matilda scowled over her shoulder] Matilda: I’m not! But you two and your happy ending bullshit can fuck off, not everything is sunshine n’ rainbows for everyone else. Maybe you’d realise that if you crawled out of each other’s asses for once. [Oscar couldn’t help but smirk as Matilda stormed off, earning himself a glare from Courtney] Courtney: It’s not funny. Oscar: No, but the shit she says is funny. Courtney: She really liked him. Oscar: She loved him. Courtney: I feel so sorry for her-.. don’t you dare tell her I said that though. Oscar: They would’ve made a good couple. [Courtney sighed wistfully, nodding in agreement] Oscar: Hm-.. c’mon sunshine, we’ve got babies to wrangle. Courtney: Is that my new nickname? Oscar: It kinda suits you, but you’ll always be my Cookie. Courtney: [grins] Ough, sickening-.. no wonder she hates us.

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #oscar finch #courtney finch #matilda douglas #poor Tilda ;-;#i don't blame Triss for taking off like he did but it was kinda mean of him not to say goodbye to her #they've been friends and almost more for a while now and he just.. left #she has the worst luck in love is2g #wouldn't be surprised if she were like I'M DONE after all this #😩#and i can imagine being around a couple as grossly in love as Oskie would piss off anyone who's own love life is in the shitter #LOL

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lesbiankordian · 11 months

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Why did Dazai put his hand on Chuuya's forearm?

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because when someone's choking you, you grab their WRIST, to put the pressure from your throat, not their forearm. (wise words from this video. i actually did research for that. what's more is that at first Dazai did put his hand on Chuuya's wrist but changed it a panel later. he could've put it lower on the glove but he didn't do that and instead had it on his forearm until Chuuya punched him. also idc if he's not really choking Dazai bc even so for sb who hates pain this cannot be comfortable. also Chuuya why are you doing that if you don't wanna actually hurt him huh?).

and the way Dazai's touch can't even be called a grab bc it's so light... this man really just wanted to touch Chuuya's skin - otherwise he'd have gone for his wrist (which is gloved)...

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and an additional thing that's probably me overanalyzing but oh well:

i know that in the 2nd pic, after their fight with Lovecraft, the touch was needed, but it's interesting how Dazai touches Chuuya at the very same place that he did in the PM's basements. let's say that's where he would touch him while nullifiying corruption most times. soo imagine that the Dazai from the PM prison scene touched Chuuya there - so lightly, as if checking if he can still do it - as a way of asking Chuuya if he still trusted him with corruption and their partnership. that touch holds memories of so many of the double black's battles and, most importantly, of the trust that used to be - and maybe still is, that's what Dazai's checking (and what will be confirmed during the fight with Lovecraft) - between them.

#hahahahahha they make me unwell #(btw I watched some other videos too and in most other martial arts the wrists are where you grab as well)#I'm not done abt the 1st pic actually #bc first of all we can't see his eyes and that's an important thing in manga (cough cough CHAPTER 101) but we know he's looking at chuuya #who's really pissed #so maybe that touch is also supposed to put Chuuya's mind at ease? at least a bit #bc not only is it Dazai's touch but also it's THAT part of his forearm #bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #god no also the fact that Chuuya's forearms are bare but Dazai's are covered #but it's the opposite with their hands #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #skk #bsd 11

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swordsmans · 9 months

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the sea makes bones of bodies

At the question (or maybe just Nami, a reprieve from talking to Zoro—who he's still vaguely afraid of) Usopp perks up. “Kind of! I mean, yeah—the big Sun God in the Trench. But also the sea gods themselves, and the missing Moon God—it’s a whole thing,” he says, waving his hands as Nami crosses the deck, book tucked under her arm. Usopp trails off again but she gestures him onward and plops next to Zoro, dangling her feet over the open water, too. “Go on,” she says. He stares at them both before letting out a strangled kind of, “Do you actually want to know?” Zoro and Nami exchange a look. “We have a keen interest in the local wildlife,” Zoro drawls, and Nami snorts out a laugh. The sound startles Usopp, who might be one of the most skittish people Zoro has ever met—second only to Koby, maybe. Nami elbows Zoro in the side, trying (and failing) to hide her smile as he flips her the middle finger in return. “Local legends, then,” she amends.

pairing: monkey d. luffy/roronoa zoro; nami/wanda (background); sabo/koala (background); deuce/ace (background)

word count: 87,730

ao3 tags: mafia hitman/fight club champion/reincarnated moon god X merman/legendary sea monster/reincarnated sun god AU; only one is a monster but they're both a little monstrous; it's about the Yearning and the Devotion; hurt/comfort/comedy at a 30/60/10 ratio; slow burn; religious imagery & symbolism; crew as family; graphic depictions of violence; (nami & roronoa zoro)

#zolu #op fanfic #opfanfic #one piece fanfiction #THAT'S IT. I'M DONE #the self-indulgent ultra-niche AU that i have worked on nonstop since may 6 #shaking hands with everyone thank you for your patience with the delay in canon-compliant stuff #now back to your regularly scheduled SMALLER albatross chapters and one shots for the rest of the YEAR thank you very much #the title is inspired by a poem called 'why i don't piss in the ocean' btw you should read that if you like poetry #gyro.rtf

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fortunatefires · 9 months

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Also if you compare Hermione to a character like Annabeth functionally they have the same role within the story. They are there to drive the plot and be a walking encyclopedia for the reader/main character. And yet where Hermione gets shoved aside and all the cool shit she does happens in the background you get Annabeth doing badass shit right up front. Like, if Annabeth did any of the shit Hermione did it wouldn't be brushed off the way it was. If Annabeth made her family forget her, turned someone into a bug and trapped them in a jar, knitted hats to free elves, any of that shit then Percy would be beside her 100% he would be in awe and absolutely terrified at her power and dedication. But what we get from Harry basically amounts to "Thanks nerd. Anyways, what's my next task?"

#I'll never not be mad about how jkr treated hermione #She deserved better #Draco deserved better too #Because he's so fucking flat #We never fucking learn his true motivations #And how he acts doesn't match up with what we're told about him #That shit doesn't make sense #That's why in so many headcanons Draco is abused or manipulated by his family #Because a child with a healthy family dynamic doesn't act like that #And a kid that grew up in a neglectful household doesn't fucking act like harry #He's confident and outgoing and charming #Ain't no kid that comes straight out of neglect gonna be like ~time to piss off my teachers~#That's where people pleasers and perfectionists come from #I'm done ranting lmao #I just have feelings about this #Harry potter #Hp #Percy jackson #Annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #Hermione granger #Text #Text post #Rant #Bookblr

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samskaterguy · 9 months

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Actually if you aren’t trans I don’t want to hear your opinions about G3 Frankie being nonbinary and about how it’s “not that” upsetting to hear people continue to misgender them.

G3 Frankie uses they/them pronouns and that’s it. G1, G2 use she/her so use she/her for those two all you like. G3 Frankie is nonbinary and I do not want to hear cis people tell me and other trans and nonbinary people that care that it’s “not a big deal” you will never understand how much this means and how much it hurts to hear people disregard identities like ours for the sake of nostalgia or not liking G3.

Accidents are fine by the way, just correct it.

#sorry i'm just very pissed #we get some good rep and people throw it under the bus because they miss g1 #transphobia #frankie stein #g3 frankie stein #mh #monster high #mh g3 #g3 mh #monster high g3 #g3 monster high #I LOVE g1 so much and g1 frankie is my favorite character #but that's NO excuse to be transphobic #OR excuse transphobia #okay okay i'm done now #but if it's an accident that's okay!!

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gatorlovebot · 7 months

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nsfw. mdni. this is a companion piece to this blurb. my own au where johhny and simon are retired from the military and are mechanics. heed the warmings before reading!

cw: piss play

“wanna go for a ride?” johnny asks, peeking his head into your bedroom. after dinner simon had gone downstairs to the shop to work on a van that had been giving him trouble for ovee a week. the part for it had just been delivered as you three were sitting down for dinner and he was itching to get it installed. that had left you and johnny alone to your own devices.

a ride with johnny was similar to a ride with simon, but you and johnny had to be even more careful when picking out a spot, johnny’s motorcycle giving you no protection from prying eyes. johnny was more adventurous than you and simon, much more impulsive. he would fuck you on your front lawn if he had his way, so you were the one that always gave the final approval of a spot.

you bundled up in a sweater and tight pants, allowing johnny to squat down in front of you to tie your shoelaces around your ankles so they don’t get caught anywhere on his bike. he wore his leather jacket, leather soft and well worn.

you hold on to his waist tight as you cruise through your neighborhood, sun setting against the trees as you make your way out of the city and onto dimly lit backroads. it’s an act of trust, for you at least. this stuff doesn’t come easy to you, it took you awhile to come around to it, but it’s exciting and you trust johnny.

the first time you did this was a little tough, johnny a little too eager and you a little too nervous that you were going to tip off the bike. but you two have figured out how to make it work over time. finding positions comfortable enough for the both of you without fear of the bike tipping over either.

he drives down a familiar windy path, you two had deemed this a safe spot months ago. before you knew it johnny had you sprawled against the seat of the bike, pulling your pants off completely for easier access. he leans down to spit on your cunt, chuckling to himself at your shocked gasp. he teases his cock head against your sensitive clit, letting you whine to yourself for a few moments before finally plunging himself into your tight heat.

his thrusts are deep, balls slapping against your ass as filth tumbles from his lips, “miss this fuckin’ cunt all day, bonnie.” he grunts.

you've always thought that in their perfect world, you would quit your job, so you could stay home and be willing and waiting for them whenever they needed you. the one time you brought it up to them they were seemingly offended by the accusation, claiming that they’d never deny you your freedom to work. but you know that they can’t go anymore than a day without getting their fill of you.

but you can’t go a day without them either, feeling absolutely blissed out at the way johnny drives his cock into you, thrusts getting sloppy. you know he’s close at the way he paws at your hips, big, rough hands holding you in place so he can drain his balls into your clenching pussy.

he barely allows himself a moment to breathe before he’s dropping to his knees, making himself comfortable between your spread legs. he licks and sucks at your clit, before plunging a finger in your wet cunt. you whine at the sounds of his cum squelching in and out of your cunt. “ah, look at that, bonnie.” he marvels condescending, loving the way you whine in embarrassment at his tone. he slips in another finger, “so small for me, bonnie, barely get my fingers in ya’.”

you had never really felt small in your life. always feeling like you were too big in your skin, that you took up too much space. and you had never felt small with any of the other men you’d been with before either, feeling awkward and self conscious whenever they tried to hold you. but not with johnny or simon. they way they held you made you feel like you were a delicate little thing that only they could break.

and it felt like johnny was trying to break you. fingers mercifully rubbing against that spot inside of you that even you try to ignore because of how intense it feels. “come on, come on,” johnny pleads, voice tinged with frustration, “simon said you did it for him.” he mutters.

that catches you off guard, “what?”

johnny’s fingers still in your aching, weepy cunt as he sighs in frustration, “si said he had to lick you clean the other day.” his eyes cut back up to you, “can’t believe you squirted and i wasn’t there to see it.”

“oh my god,” you respond, incredulous, “that wasn’t squirt, johnny.”

his brows furrow in confusion, brown eyes looking up at you from underneath his dark lashes. he is so fucking handsome. and stupid. “what did he mean then?” he huffs.

“well,” you think, trying to figure out how to describe what simon hadn’t done without your throat closing up in embarrassment. you weren’t embarrassed that he did it, you actually thought it was so erotic, but you haven’t even found the courage to talk to simon about it since it happened. “i had to go to the bathroom after we had sex, so i got out of the truck and when i was done, instead of offering me a napkin or something simon just got down on his knees.”

your last few words are stunted, little pauses to help brace yourself for his reaction. johnny was probably the best person to receive that kind of mental image, with him being a dirty little pervert he doesn’t really bat an eye at much. but you still just have a little inkling of shame that naga at the back of your mind. you’ve been with simon and johnny for months and done so many things with them that you never imagined possible and yet, that shame ingrained in you from such a young age still holds true, just a bit.

johnny scoffed, “you let him drink your piss? and neither of you thought to tell me!”

you shrug your shoulders at his outrage, feeling safe with him. safe enough to push his buttons. “he never drank it,” you clarify, “but regardless, it just never came up, i guess.”

you try to act nonchalant but there’s a giddy feeling inside of you at the way his pupils dilate and his hands grip your thighs, pawing at the soft, plush flesh. he gets close to you, breath ghosting your lips before he finally closes the gap. his kisses are wet and sloppy, tongue sliding over your’s. he doesn’t even pull back when he starts begging, “please, bonnie, i wanna taste you so badly.”

your brain feels hazy with desire, his words setting your body on fire. were you really going to do this? “johnny,” you whine against his lips, “i can’t just do it on command.” your cheeks burn with embarrassment, voice strained.

johnny’s fingers make their way back to your wet cunt, stroking through your folds. swallowing your gasp when he plunges his middle finger into your tight heat. “just do it if you can, bonnie.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips before sinking back down to his knees. he sucks and licks at your tender clit deliciously, slipping another finger into your greedy hole.

his fingers press and glide against the same spongy spot near your opening that makes you want to clench your thighs together. “come on, bonnie, i know ya’ can do it.” he encourages, lips moving against your clit because he can’t bear to pull his lips away from your sweet pussy.

you allow your body to relax at his words, relax into the sensations in your pussy that you’d usually shy away from. the rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of you is hard and intense, growing a pressure inside of you. before it would scare you, would make you reach for simon or johnny’s hands to try and pull them out before something embarrassing happened. but this isn’t embarrassing, not when johnny wants it this badly

you push, trying to release the pressure as the sounds of johnny panting and whispering little mumbled encouragement mixes with the sloppy sounds of your cunt around his fingers. you push and push and push, body resisting until you finally gasp at the feeling of release. you gush, warm wetness covering johnny’s hand and running down his arm. he groans into your clit, opening his mouth, letting you coat his tongue.

it goes on longer than you expected, but once you started you couldn’t stop yourself. it was hotter than you had expected, it had felt downright erotic when simon got down on his knees in front of you to lick your piss clean, but this was downright nasty. you felt hot even as the crisp, night air nipped at your skin. once your stream finally petters off, johnny pulls back and you take in the sight of him.

his pupils are blown, eyes looking so dark and fucked out. his mouth is wet, chin dripping as he licks his lips of your own piss. his fingers still haven’t left your cunt and he brings his thumb to your swollen, wet clit, stroking it as he brings his wet mouth to yours. “tha’ feel good for ya’, bonnie?” all you can do is nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak, but trying to convey your feelings through your eyes.

johnny smirks and leans up for a hot kiss. you moan against his wet lips and find the courage to lick into his mouth, really tasting yourself. he groans into your mouth, almost wounded, at your bold move. both him and simon have told you how much it means to them when you finally let go, make moves on your own. he pulls back, a beaming grin on his face. “think you can cum on ma fingers, bonnie?” he muses, fingers working into your dripping cunt purposefully, applying pressure to your clit to make you squirm against the bike seat.

you whimper and gasp at the sensations, reaching down to grasp at his wrist for something to hold on to. “i gat ya’, girl.” he coos into your ear, reveling in the sounds of your cries as you squirm and buck on his fingers. he holds you around the shoulders so as to not let you fall off his bike. the seat is wet which allows you to grind your hips against his fingers, hitting the over sensitive spot inside you over and over. the pressure on your clit is perfect and before you know it you’re clenching down on his fingers as your orgasm washes over you.

he holds you close to his chest as you come down from your high, rubbing his warm hands up your arms when you start shivering. “good girl fo' me.” he whispers against your ear before finally pulling back a step to take a good look at you. you look him up and down as he does the same to you and you both burst into laughter as you realize what disasters you to are. the front of johnny’s shirt is soaked and your thighs are still wet and dripping.

“look at us,” he chuckles, peeling his shirt off and over his head. luckily you had thought to take your pants all the way off, knowing that they’ll be dry at least, but the problem is how to get you dry. johnny was already thinking ahead of you though, bunching up his shirt in his hand and using the dry fabric to wipe down your thighs.

“thank you,” you murmur as he meets your eyes. he gives one last swipe of the shirt to your pussy before deeming you dry.

“thank you, bonnie.” you says meaningfully, helping you up off the seat so you can tug your pants back on and he can wipe down the seat. you hike your pants up past your hips and take a step back towards johnny to plaster yourself against his back. there was a wave of embarrassment that nagged at you and you didn’t want to allow it to take you out of the moment. he reaches around you to pat your butt reassuringly, “feelin’ a bath when we get home. how’s that sound, bonnie?”

you hum into his skin, nodding your head in agreement. you let him go so he can put his jacket back on, a little modesty for the ride back home, you giggle to yourself. he catches you laughing at him and the ne’s pulling you in for a hug, squeezing your middle. “what’s so funny, ay?” he growls playfully in your ear, almost drowned out by the sounds of your laughing. ‘only got me jacket now because my bonnie girl decided to get dirty on me.”

“hey!” you gasp out, incredulous. “you were the one that asked me to-”

“i know, i know,” he placates, setting you down on the bike, reaching for your helmet. “and i loved it so much, you don’t eve’ fucking know.” his grin is wolfish before he places the helmet on your head.

#gator.writing #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #cw piss play #kind of gave up on this at the end but i'm just happy to get this done #write this for all the dirty nasty freaks <3 #don't feel bad if you don't want to read this stuff isn't for everyone!!

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