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lunarrosette · 2 days
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Honestly homophobic that s2 didn’t end with nick and lark making out sloppy style 🙄
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Day 86 of Writing Something Everyday
(365 Day Challenge)
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How do I talk to people?
I fumble, words twisting on my tongue like
vocal acrobatics.
The words I have to give- they're right there.
Yet nowhere at the same time,
How do you translate your heart into English?
What defines exactly how I feel?
I come up with nothing.
So I stay silent...
The acrobats dance on my tongue a while longer until they dive off the tip of it.
The other acrobats slide down my cheek to catch their friends gracefully gliding from swing to swing.
It's all just a drop in the bucket I have at my feet.
~Jenni
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listen. i do not ever want anything bad to happen to lena kelley. however i do want her to, at some point, be in so much distress that someone has to comfort her. do you understand.
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I feel everything so deeply and I hate it.
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ahem-girl-blog · 8 months
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Mood 🖤👀👻🎃 anyone else?
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deliciousnecks · 8 months
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What have you done? -- Someone ran over my foot, shithead. It hurt. Tell them to go away.
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phopollo · 2 months
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I dont mean this in a shipping context, but you can feel free to interpret it as that if you want, I just thought this interaction idea was silly and this is the exact interaction I was thinking of when I mentioned pretending they were chatting in this post
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paranoicweirdo · 3 months
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Doodle of my second favorite champion @emelinstriker
I had this one about to post for months but I just forgot to do it and it just sat in my gallery :^
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daily-linkclick · 8 months
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daily link click: 7/18/23
what was going through my head that scene
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hisbucky · 9 months
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Eddie, late: Is Bobby here yet? Hen: Strangely, no. What did you do? Buck, excited: He got a new tattoo! Hen: ...Why do you know that, and why would Bobby care? You have lots of tattoos. Eddie: Not like this one. This one would get me killed. Hen: It can't be that bad -
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embeccy · 5 months
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"I close my eyes, but I can't fall asleep, my body dying for rest while my mind's wide awake."
- Haruki Murakami
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crow-n-tell · 1 year
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What kind of octopus is Kraken!Moon?
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Between the pictures I'm definitely going to be talking about some facts on the octopi, and also how I incorporate certain aspects of them into Moon's overall design. Cause I'm a nerd and I want to.
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Oops, I meant "they are adept at using tools to-" sorry, m a bit tired.
Many of the shelters that are made by coconut octopi are made using coconuts (hence their moniker), shells, and anything around they feel they could pull over their heads or curl up into! A really interesting aspect about that is also that when it comes time to move their shelters for whatever reason they may need to, they WALK. Thats right. THEY ARE BIPEDAL YA'LL.
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There isn't really a lot known about Bioluminescent octopi. Most of what I saw discussed was how they are deep sea creatures, and how the glow could mean all sorts of things. Maybe for hunting like angler fish, maybe to scare off predators (or perhaps to distract like the Vampire squid does when it uses a cloud of bioluminescent mucous to escape), its also possible its for attracting a mate.
What it is to moon hasn't really been decided yet? I kind of like the idea that it tunes you into his emotions. The more heightened his emotions, the brighter he gets. Sort of like blushing. I don't know, I'm thinking on it.
Also yes, the little bit hanging off the side of Moon's head is actually fins. Fins like you might find on the ever adorable:
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Dumbo octopus! But his are incredibly small and do very lil flapping unless he's embarrassed or something. Honestly I see them mostly as vestigial.
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There are a lot of interesting facts about the Blanket Octopus. Just off the top of my head, the female blanket octopus is HUGE. The girlies can stretch up to 6 feet. The guys... welp, hahaha. They are like an inch. Very similar to a height difference you guys have already seen with y/n, sun and moon, right?
However whats really interesting is that they are immune to the potent and painful sting of a man-o-war jellyfish. And whats even MORE interesting is what they do with that little bit of immunity. You see they have a tendency to rip off the man-o-war's stingers and use them for defense. How cool is that? also, kinda crazy fucked up. Imagine someone just snatched up your arm and started beating people to death with it?
OKAY I'M OUT
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shirtgate · 4 months
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i cannot be your friend, so i pay the price of what i lost
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weemssapphic · 1 year
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in my head (series)
Chapter One: Friends with Benefits
Larissa Weems x f!reader
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words: ~2.7k, ao3 link
chapter-specific warnings: light smut (nsfw), mentions of alcohol plot: Friends with benefits. No strings attached - no dates, no feelings, just sex (really good sex). That’s what you’d told Larissa. That’s what Larissa seemed to want, and you would do anything to make her happy. So you would be content with the way things were - for now.
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“Darling, ‘mm so close,” Larissa moaned. Her thighs clenched around your head as you lapped at her core, savoring every drop of her arousal as she rode out her orgasm. 
You peppered Larissa’s inner thighs with kisses and tiny bite marks before coming up to kiss her, whimpering softly as her tongue brushed against yours. 
The bell rang and the hallway flooded with students, signaling the end of your free period. 
“My meeting with Mayor Walker is in ten minutes,” Larissa sighed, running her fingers affectionately through your hair and stopping at your jaw, pulling you in for a heated kiss that held promises of more to come - later, once official duties had been fulfilled.
You were reluctant to pull away but you had your own class coming up in a few minutes, and so the ache between your thighs would have to wait.
“I don’t think my students would take kindly to me being late for fucking their principal, huh?” You smirked, earning yourself an incredulous look and a playful slap on the ass from the older woman. 
“Must you be so crass?”
“Oh don’t even try to deny it, you love it when I talk dirty,” you grinned and tossed Larissa a wink, which was rewarded with an eye roll.
“I love it even more when you stop talking completely and put that mouth to better use,” she grumbled, the amused glint in her sapphire eyes giving her away.
You placed a hand to your chest in faux-surprise. “Principal Weems, you wound me. Here I thought you enjoyed my clever quips.”
“For that they would actually have to be clever, darling. Now I only have seven minutes until my meeting, and I am still your boss, so I must ask you to leave. Unless you’d like to be punished for being late to your own class…?” Larissa quirked up an eyebrow and you felt your cheeks heat at the implication. 
“As tempting as the offer is, Principal Weems, I should get going.” 
You reached out and fixed her smudged lipstick with your thumb. Larissa gazed at you fondly, eyes sparkling, lips tugged up into a small smile at the outer corners. “Thank you,” she murmured. You weren’t sure if it was a trick of the light, but you could swear you saw a pink tinge to her cheeks.
“If you need me,” you said, raising an eyebrow suggestively as you fetched your panties from her desk and planted a final kiss to Larissa’s cheek before turning to leave. “You know where to find me.”
“Perhaps tonight, to let off some steam. You know how tiresome the Mayor can be,” she rolled her eyes and you snorted in agreement.
“I thought you didn’t tire easily,” you teased.
“Not with you, darling.”
Larissa watched you leave, eyes fixated on the sway of your hips as they disappeared from sight behind her office door. A glance at her watch told her the mayor was due any minute now, so she shook her head lightly, as if physically trying to rid herself from thoughts of you. She mustn't let herself get distracted. 
~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~
You had piqued Larissa’s interest from the moment she’d hired you for the newly founded position of Outcast Neurostudies teacher. Your ability as a mind-reader made you uniquely suited to the position, and it intrigued Larissa - she hadn’t met anyone like you before, and she felt drawn to you from the get go. You challenged her in ways not many people had the ability to, and there was a certain charge in the air when you were around that she simply couldn’t explain.
After spending some one-on-one time together, the two of you had discovered you had quite a lot in common, and had developed a close friendship. You would spend Friday nights curled up in front of Larissa’s fireplace, sharing a bottle of red wine and talking about everything and nothing. It felt nice for Larissa, finally opening up to someone again.
Only she couldn’t get you off her mind. One such day, she was sitting at her desk, preparing to leave for Outreach Day by firing off a few last minute emails. Her thoughts drifted to you - it would be the first time she’d see you off-campus, and the thought thrilled her a bit. Perhaps she could steal you away for some hot chocolate at the Weathervane when all the students were settled into their assignments. 
Larissa’s thoughts drifted even further, wondering what you would be wearing. You always looked so tantalizing, blouses that stopped just shy of your cleavage, skirts that would hike up when you’d squeeze onto the sofa in Larissa’s office, the smooth expanse of your thighs on display. And you, so blissfully unaware of your charm. The thought made Larissa heady. 
No. Such thoughts about an employee were unprofessional.
But if they only stayed thoughts? 
Larissa slammed her laptop shut with a frustrated groan. She could feel her panties growing damp as she pictured you writhing underneath her, riding out an orgasm on her fingers. Fuck. 
She had to do something about the ache between her legs, or Outreach Day was going to be pure torture.
Larissa’s hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and dipped between her thighs, cupping her soaked panties. This wouldn’t take long, she was already so close. She began to rut against her hand, rubbing hard and fast circles against her swollen clit, the faintest of moans passing her lips. Images of you, face contorted with pleasure, screaming her name, flashed behind her eyes as she stroked herself through her panties, her stomach burning.
A knock at her office door caused her to jerk her hand up, and she coughed out a weak “come in!” whilst smoothing her skirt. 
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear - you strolled into her office, beaming ear-to-ear, wearing a tight blouse with the top button undone, hair pulled back to reveal the full curve of your jaw (oh, how would it feel to leave prints of her own lipstick along that jaw?)
“Ready for Outreach Day, Larissa? The students are waiting by the buses.” If you noticed that Larissa was flushed, her breathing labored, well, you didn’t comment.
“Y-yes, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m ready.” Larissa cleared her throat, fingers twitching on her desk as she pressed her thighs together to relieve the tension still steadily climbing inside of her.
“Great! Maybe you’d like to sit next to me on the bus?” Your innocent smile did absolutely nothing to soothe the ache between Larissa’s legs. This was going to be a long day. 
And it was. Thanks to Wednesday Addams, it was a complete disaster. 
The day ended with Larissa inviting you back to her office to share a bottle of wine as she let out her frustrations. One bottle quickly turned into two, and Larissa became aware, again, of the fire in her belly, the heat spreading rapidly throughout all her limbs.
You sat close, closer than you’d ever sat. The firelight flickered across your features, illuminating your natural beauty. You looked so eager, so receptive. When you put your hand on her forearm in a soothing gesture, stroking her bare skin with your thumb, it made her dizzy.
She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the day’s pent up frustrations but before she knew what she was doing, her lips were on yours. To her surprise, you didn’t push her away - quite the contrary, you let out a wanton moan, a moan that said “what are you waiting for?” and she pulled you closer by the waist and allowed her tongue to slide against yours.
She fucked you right there on her office sofa that night, both a little wine drunk, neither one of you caring about anything except quelling the burning desire that burned inside the both of you.
And then morning came. Larissa awoke alone in her bed with a searing headache and, moments later, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Her tongue on your cunt, teasing your entrance, circling your clit. Your breathy moans, the way your thighs clenched around her head as you came. 
Shame coursed through her body. She wanted to run and hide, but she knew she had to own up to her mistake, so she called you into her office for the conversation that had changed the trajectory of your relationship:
“Come in.” Larissa was sitting at her desk, head in her hands, when you entered the office. She could barely look up, unsure how she would be able to look into your eyes.
“I assume you want to talk about last night?” you asked. When Larissa finally looked up, you were biting your lip - you looked nervous, and it took everything in Larissa not to reach out and kiss you, to soothe you somehow.
She took a deep breath, slipping into her mask of professionalism, steeling herself for rejection. “Y/N… I apologize for what I did last night. I don’t want you to think poorly of me, what I did was not appropriate nor professional in the slightest. I value the friendship you’ve trusted me with and hate to think that I’ve broken that trust over a silly drunken mishap.”
To Larissa’s utter shock, you laughed. “Larissa… I don’t know about you but last night was the best sex I’ve ever had. Where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?” Larissa’s heart began to pound, the blood rushing to her face. Was she hearing you correctly? Was this some sort of fever dream? You were supposed to be angry, to be disgusted with her. Yet here you were, staring at her with your kind eyes - laughing?
You rounded her desk, perching at the edge of it and taking Larissa’s chin between your fingers. The action made her shiver. “Hey, I’m sorry. I wanted to lighten the mood a little. I just mean I don’t think poorly of you and you have nothing to apologize for, because I don’t regret what happened last night. I enjoyed myself and if you did, too, then I don’t see why we couldn’t… you know, do that again sometime.” You smiled hopefully.
Larissa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her mind was reeling - when she’d woken up that morning she’d been so afraid you’d be disgusted with her, that you’d tell her off and never want to speak with her again. Instead, you were offering yourself to her on a silver platter. She couldn’t dare hope. 
“I have a rule against dating coworkers,” she said slowly.
“Oh, I don’t mean dating. Think of it as blowing off steam.”
There was a beat of silence where the implications of your words hung heavy in the air.
“What are you suggesting?” Larissa furrowed her brows, pulse racing as she tried to concentrate with your fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
“Haven’t you heard of, you know… friends with benefits?” Your cheeks were slightly rosy and you sucked your lip between your teeth.
Larissa snorted, her hand shooting up to cover her painted lips at the unpretty sound.
You let go of her chin and slipped behind her, soothing your fingers into the tense muscles at the base of her neck. God, that feels good… You dug your thumbs more intensely into her shoulders and she couldn’t help the moan that spilled out of her mouth.
“Friends with benefits, huh?” Larissa’s voice was low and wanting as she mulled over your words. 
“No strings attached, Larissa. No feelings, no dates. Just two friendly coworkers who enjoy each other's company and just so happen to have mind-blowing sex.” Any qualms Larissa had about staying professional, about not ruining your friendship, were slowly trickling away as your warm breath washed over neck, your hands working her muscles into putty. 
“Mmh…” You dug your thumbs harder into Larissa’s back. “I could agree to that.” She let out a moan and swiveled her desk chair around, putting an end to the massage in order to claim your lips with her own. 
~~~ END FLASHBACK ~~~
A few weeks into your arrangement with Larissa, you still got chills every time you walked down the corridor to her office. You couldn’t believe your luck - somehow, the stunning, intelligent, imposing woman had not only become one of your closest friends, but was also interested in you sexually.
Your relationship with her was almost perfect: you’d talk, laugh, cry, be there for each other like best friends, then you’d have the best sex you’d ever had with anyone - all, as you’d said, without any strings attached, without having to label anything. If sharing a glass of wine and quelling her sexual frustrations was all she wanted from you, hell, you weren’t going to question it. It was more than you could ever dare hope for. 
You reached Larissa’s office for the second time that day and knocked on the door, waiting for her smooth voice to call “enter” before slipping into the room. 
“I brought you your favorite.” You grinned, holding up a bottle of Larissa’s preferred red wine as if it were a trophy.
Larissa’s features softened as she peered up at you over the top of her laptop, her lips curling up into a smile. “Let me finish this proposal and then I’ll be right with you.”
You made yourself useful by pouring two glasses of wine, handing one to the blonde then curling up in the armchair across from her desk and watching her finish her work. She worked so intently, so diligently - her fingers flew across the keyboard, her brow furrowed lightly. Every so often she would pause, nibble at her lip, then her fingers would tap away at the keys again. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
Larissa stilled, feeling your eyes upon her. Her gaze met yours and she arched an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing.” You blushed and stared down into your wine. Larissa watched you for a moment before turning her attention back to her proposal, a small smile now playing upon her lips.
The next half hour passed in amiable silence as Larissa worked and you scrolled on your phone, peeking up every so often to steal a glance at the principal. Finally, she shut her laptop. She leaned back in her armchair, eyes fluttering shut, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. 
“Dare I ask how your meeting with Mayor Walker went today?” You spoke quietly, as if afraid to break the silence.
Larissa chuckled darkly, opening her eyes and reaching for her wine glass, draining it in one go. “The aftermath of this year’s Outreach Day extends farther than I thought, it appears.”
You frowned, rounding the desk and sitting on the edge, just in front of Larissa. “I’m sorry, I know how important Outcast-Normie relations are to you.” 
Larissa waved a hand in front of her face. “No need to pity me, darling, it comes with the territory. I just want to do right by these students. And now our dear mayor wants this proposal on his desk by Monday morning.” She rolled her eyes, sighing heavily.
“Do you want me to leave? I mean we could always take a raincheck, you look like you could use some rest and I-” Larissa lunged forward, her mouth colliding with yours, effectively putting an end to your rambling.
Her lips were warm and soft on yours, and she kissed you with a ferocious urgency that you’d rarely experienced from her. She slid her tongue against your lip and you allowed her to explore the cavern of your mouth as her hands tangled roughly in your hair.
When you parted, it was only because Larissa had run out of breath. She rested her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your face. 
“I don’t want you to leave,” she murmured. “I… I need the distraction tonight.” She swallowed thickly, closing her eyes, and you could tell it was hard for her to ask for what she wanted. 
Your hands came up to cup her cheeks. “Do you want to be in charge tonight?”
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kbluebirdart · 2 years
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Pre-sequel
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