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minihotdog · 5 months

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Caught Red Handed // Part 1

Summary: Soap Catches His Roommate Reading an Erotic Novel

Part 2

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x Fem!Reader

a/n: Most likely gonna be a follow up fic for this, already brainstorming

c/w: oral (F receiving), a little penetration

word count: 2k

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You sat on the end of the couch curled up in a blanket, completely enthralled by the book in your hands. Your nose is buried inside the pages and you only move to readjust your glasses every once in a while.

Soap saunters into the kitchen to get some water, noticing you in a trance-like state as he reaches for a glass. He calls your name to no avail. Eventually, he gives up and plops down on the other end of the couch and your eyes rip away from the book to him. You cautiously put the book down on your lap, hoping he hadn’t caught some of the words.

“What are ye readin’ tha’ has ye blushin’ like tha’?”

“Huh?” You pretend to not know what he’s talking about and try, nonchalantly, to cover the book with your blanket. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just a little warm.”

He eyes you, not believing a word of what you’re saying and you try to play it off as if your soul didn’t jump out of your skin from him interrupting you while reading the most filthy paragraphs of your life.

Soap raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk appears on his face. Heat continues to rise to your face as his muscles bulge while he scratches the back of his neck. He always lounged around in a pair of gray sweats, chest exposed. You always assumed you were used to it until you were close enough to take all of him in. The Scottish flag on his left pec and a quote on his ribs you had yet to get close enough to read, and worst of all, the sheer size of him.

“Yer full o’ shite,” He accuses you playfully. “Let me see then?” The two of you stare at each other for a moment before you toss the blanket at him as a distraction and take off running. He fights off the blanket and is hot on your heels as you try to hide the book in your room.

He comes up behind you and snatches it from your hands.

“Johnny! No!” He holds the book above his head and you’re jumping up, trying to take it from him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll give it back.” You put your hand out and he turns, running into his room. You follow him only for the door to shut in your face with a click.

“Give me my book back!” You try to open the door, banging on it when it won’t budge.

“Be quiet, I’m readin’.” He shouts through the door.

You put your forehead on the door, cursing yourself for reading such a thing when you had someone like him around.

“Why’s there a big lad wearin’ a kilt on the front?”

Your eyes close and your hands cover your face. You stood there about to die of embarrassment thinking about how this couldn’t get any worse, until…

“His body was as hard as steel, forged frae generations of resistance against the soothern British armies - fuckin’ Brits -.” He murmurs the last bit before continuing. “Her hands ran ower his muscles as he slid his throbbin’ member intae her soaked…WOAH!”

“Johnny, stop!” You plea for him to stop reading. Your ears hurt at the sound of it being read out loud.

The room falls silent for a while and you call out his name once again. The quiet fuels your embarrassment. It feels like a thousand years go by before he opens the door and stands in the frame, holding the book at his waistline. He points at you with a wicked smile,

“Oh, yer a dirty, lass.” You snatch the book from him and stop towards your room.

“John Mactavish, you are so nosey!” He laughs as you shut and lock your door so you can read in peace.

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You tip-toe out of your room, not quite ready to confront your roommate after the events earlier in the day. You poked your head into the kitchen, seeing his mohawk peaking over the other side of the half wall separating the two rooms. You quietly enter the kitchen, turning your back to him to try and open the refrigerator, hoping that the TV is loud enough to cover the sound of the door opening.

“Y/n, ye done being mad?” He taunts, resting with his forearms on the half wall, looking right at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he chuckles. He never took you seriously when you were mad at him. To piss you off, he’d often tell you that you reminded him of one of those little dogs, angry as hell and completely unaware of how small they were.

He motions to the couch, “Come watch a movie wit me.” You shake your head and he whines, “O’ c’mon, y/n.”

“Fiiiine.”

You walk over and sit on the other end of the small couch, your nerves building up in your stomach. Soap is wrapped up in your blanket. You glance over at him as you rub the fabric on your pj shorts. He scratches his scruff and his eyes slowly meet yours. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, “Wha’s wrong, lass?”

Your eyes drop, heat rising to your cheeks from being caught staring.

“Nothing.”

“Lassie, there’s nothin’ wrong wit readin’ those types o’ books.” A mischievous smirk plays on his lips, “There’s nothin’ wrong wit wantin’ a big Scotsman tae throw ye around and fuck ye silly either.”

You hide yourself with your hands, not wanting him to see the horrified look on your face. He scoots over to you, wrapping you in a bear hug.

“Oh, innocent little y/n has a dark side, I cannae believe it!”

“Nooo!” You squeal, “Stop bringing it up!”

You turn to push him away but he locks an arm on both sides of the armrest behind you, trapping you. His blue eyes bore into your soul making you squirm.

“So, tell me, Ye read tha’ because ye like it? Or did ye wish it was another Scotsman ye know?” He tilts his head, looking up as if he’s trying to remember something. “His grasp on my throat tightened as his thrusts became harder, pushin’ me over the edge… Is that what she said?” You cover his mouth with your hands and he grabs your wrists in one hand, pulling them off.

“I’ll make yer little dreams come true, just tell me ye want me.”

Your breath catches as you try to speak, “Johnny…” You’re left not knowing what to say to him. He catches you off guard, pulling you onto your back by your hips. His body forces your legs open and he rests his weight on his forearms. His lips graze your ear, “I see ye lookin’ me up and down all the time, lass.” His hand travels down your body to cup your pussy through your shorts. A wave of heat shoots through your body. “I hear ye moanin’ my name at night when ye play with yerself, now I catch ye readin’ a book about some lad wrecking a wee thing.” He pushes the hem against your clit and you grip his shoulders.

“Jus’ admit it and I’ll be more than happy to give it to ye.” His hand grabs your jaw, giving it a taunting little shake. He holds himself above you, eyes glued to your lips, whispering, “C’mon, c’mon,” encouraging you to answer.

You find the courage to speak, the fire coursing through your body is unbearable.

“Johnny, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus.” He mutters before coming down to kiss you, pressing his bulge against you through his sweats. His lips move with yours, his kiss leaves you feeling hypnotized. By the time he begins pulling your shorts down, you’re seeing stars. He throws the shorts off to the side and his fingers run over the wet patch on your panties. He lets out a shaky breath, and he takes in the sight of you. Legs spread for him with your nipples poking through your oversized t-shirt. Your big doe eyes watch his every move as he positions himself lower on the couch, throwing your legs over his back.

He kisses down your thighs, nipping at the soft flesh, until he reaches where you want him most. He leaves one last kiss on your clit through the fabric before pulling it down your legs. He groans, watching you drip for him. He parts your lips with his thumbs and licks a stripe up to your clit. “Oh, lass.” He moans, tasting you on his tongue. He leaves slow licks on your clit, savoring the small sounds he’s coaxing out of you. He looks up at you from between your legs, as you squirm,

“Quit fuckin’ tryin’ to get away fra’ me.” He wraps his arms around your thighs forcing them to squeeze his head and continues lapping at your clit. He was usually impatient when he was in this position, wanting to draw out the most erotic sounds from whoever he was blessed with his tongue, to drink from them like a man stuck in the desert. Of course, he would do the same to you, but at this moment he wanted to revel in what he had fantasized about doing for so long. His beloved roommate whom he dreamed of, and spent so many nights imagining beneath him had his head in between her legs.

He closes his lips around your clit flicking it repeatedly. The attack on your sensitive nub has you arching your back. His name falls from your lips, your eyes clamp shut, one hand tangling in his overgrown mohawk and the other digging its nails into his arm.

He goes back and forth from flicking your clit quickly and leaving long licks, lapping up your wetness.

“Johnny,” You breathe out. His name being drawn out from you causes his cock to ache every single time. One of his hands rips your shirt up, exposing your breasts. He kneads the soft flesh, giving the mound a gentle slap. He moans when your hips move against his mouth.

“Oh, what a good girl.” He gives his head a shake, letting his tongue move with it. The motion has you mewling as your orgasm begins to build up.

“Johnny, p-please I’m gonna-” Your words trail off as he eats you out like you’re his last meal. His scruff scratches against your thighs leaving the skin irritated as he bobs his head, licking away. His pace doesn’t slow when you gasp and begin squeezing around nothing. Your hand keeps him in place while you ride out your high. His name fills the room in a chant. Your body jerks violently as the waves continue hitting you even longer due to him not wanting to stop.

He cleans you up, groaning at the mess you made. His mouth leaves a gentle kiss on your overly sensitive clit before he rises from his position. He wipes his chin off, his eyes cloudy just like yours.

“Fuck, lass. Yer addictin’.” His rough calloused hands run over your curves. He pulls your shirt completely off and leans down to give you a deep kiss. He trails down leaving wet kisses all over your neck. He goes further, leaving hickeys on your breasts, catching one of your perky nubs in his mouth. He then licked from between your breasts and up your neck, giving you one more kiss before pulling away to free himself from his sweats. He kicks them off and kneels in front of you completely bare. The sight of him and his body has you dripping once again. His piercing blue eyes were darker than normal, his hair a mess from you holding onto it for dear life, his muscles contracting with every movement. Your eyes run over him, admiring every part of him until you get further down.

“Oh dear god, Johnny.” You gasp. He lets go of his member and it slaps down on your stomach. He was long and thick, the head was bright red with a bead of precum threatening to fall from it. “No wonder you’re such a cocky ass.”

He laughs at your playful insult.

“We’ll see how much talkin’ yer gonna be doing in a second.”

He rubs the tip on your sensitive clit causing you to jump. He teases you by running the length of his cock in between your pussy lips, collecting the wetness. Both your eyes are glued to the pornographic scene.

“I better never catch you readin’ one of those books again, lovie.”

“Why’s t-that?”

“Because I’m a better fuck than tha’ clown you were readin’ about.”

You roll your eyes at his cockiness. In all truth, he was a little upset that you were drooling over some scot in a book when you had him right here. His competitiveness with the fictional character was enough to fuel him.

He positions his tip at your entrance, poking into you slightly.

“Alright, lass. Deep breath.”

You listen, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

“Ready?” He looks down at you with a gentle smile. You nod your head and he focuses back on your dripping core. “Finally got ye where I want ye.” He mutters, shifting his weight. The fat head of his cock slides into you, your eyes go wide and your mouth falls open.

#soap cod #soap mw2 #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap john mactavish #soap x reader #soap smut #john soap mactavish smut #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish smut #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic #cod smut #myfic

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risequotes · 5 months

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Daily Rise Quotes: DAY 233

Raph: Get some sleep, bros. Tomorrow we whip Splinter inta shape!

Leo: You really smell like river right now.

(Rise of the TMNT: Issue #2)

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burning-fcols · 4 months

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“Um did you like it? My mama always said the way through a man’s heart is through his stomach. If you didn’t I could always cook something more savory for ya.” @ angel (camera man au for angel confronting him about the gifts he left behind) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ᴅᴏʀᴋʏᴅᴇᴍᴄɴ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 To say Angel was surprised to find flowers and fantastic-smelling pie waiting for him in his dressing room would be an understatement. It's not uncommon for him to come back to gifts from freaky fans. Usually of the perverted sort: piles of fan letters containing hair, nudes, death threats and/or love confessions... Used clothes ( mostly underwear ) or new garments they hope for him to wear while thinking of them. Again, mostly underwear. Just to name a few of the more common presents. But apple pie is a new one. From what he could tell, it wasn't even drugged.

Once he was sure it was safe, Angel had allowed himself a slice before giving the rest to Fat Nuggets. Apples or not, pie is still pie and he's not about to get caught with one in his room. Glancing over the note telling him who it was from, it was no longer nearly as surprising. ❛ Jerry ❜ , that dorky-in-a-Daddy-sorta-way camera man would be the type to leave him non-tampered-with food. What a sweetie~

What an incredibly-confusing, amusing as Hell sweetie.

Which is why Angel had went out to find the other man as soon as he could, Jerry not disappointing by immediately quoting his mom. ❝ Ta my heart, huh? ❞ Angel replies with a good-natured snicker, rose hues taking in the others reaction as he tests quips, ❝ Y'sure you don' mean ❛ th' way inta my PANTS? ❜ ❞ He wasn't dropped into Hell yesterday, and he didn't get where he is by believing people are interested in anything going on INSIDE of him unless it's his ass or throat. Even nice guys like Jerry are as horny as they come, whether they know it or not.

All he has to do is put the offer on the table, genuinely on the table, and Jerry would gobble it up like Fat Nuggets did with that pie. Happens all the time.

❝ Look, if ya wanted ta thank me fer stickin' up fer ya yesta'day, ya didn' need ta slave ova' a hot stove. Even if it was ta make a fuckin' fantastic pie. Really, it was nothin'. ❞ As difficult a time as Angel might give Jerry, that doesn't mean anyone else is allowed to mistreat the poor guy. Besides, there's a clear difference between Angel's shameless flirting and the other crew members' belittling. Contrary to popular belief, Angel CAN give a shit about people other than himself... and Jerry seems like a decent enough guy to warrant Angel throwing his weight around a little. Even if it doesn't help the spider's reputation at all.

Bending closer to Jerry, a nimble finger rests under the lizard's chin as Angel coos in his face, ❝ Can't have people bein' nasty around my fav'rite Camera Cutie, afta' all~ ❞ With a wink, he adds, ❝ That's MY job~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#hari don't look #burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」#dorkydemcn #jerry tbt #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ; ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Jerry 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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spaciebabie · 1 year

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"Kane, what if you took a vail and just put it over the head, paper bag, and then he, and he like starts dancing seductively at you."

what would you do if- if any form of afton did that- I'm scared for an answer but I just wanted an excuse to quote that.

i mean it entirely depends on what form hes in. if its springtrap or glitchtrap id probably b inta it but like human afton is a no go for me. id run at that point.

#spacie splains #like the only human vers of afton ive seen that i go 😳 at is starbs'#but i mean their art is like magical dude like gah damn #of course id simp for their human afton have you seen their art at all #the way they draw his side profile..........WHOOOOOOOOOOOOF #i might just start barking again #also yes this quote slaps #fuck yeah

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meatusminimus · 1 year

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Triumph of Achilles, Louise Glück / Love Like You, Rebecca Sugar / THE NEXT TIME WE TALK ON FACEBOOK, Clementine von Radics / C. C. Aurel / Natalie Dias / ??? / Langston Hughes / Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude, Ross Gay (Modified by: Me)/ H of H Playbook, Anne Carson / Grief Lessons: Four Plays, Euripides (Translation: Anne Carson) / Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl / Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude, Ross Gay

[My thoughts belovw the cut!]

Sorry fer no credit on the lowve you endlessly quote. I couldn't find anyfin' from searchin' the text, an' rewverse image search turned up nofin', not ewven the original Tumblr post I bagged it from.

Anyvways. These are just a bunch a' quotes I'wve collected here an' there, vwhenewver they pass my dash, that. Uh. Reminds me a' CroTuna, I guess.....

The quotes that are in first person are all in Cronus' PoV.

I plan tae ewventually turn all a' these intae li'l doodles, just like I did vwith the Pylades/Orestes quote.

#crotuna

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xolborsaysstuff · 2 years

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DuckRonpa random out of context quotes and incorrect ones. Brought to you by procrastination and foreshadowing.

Mickey: "Not to start discourse but if today is your birthday happy birthday!"

Goldie: Steals a bike and runs Louie: "AT LEAST RIDE IT YOU ASSHOLE!"

Louie, opening a can of pep: "Guess I'll drink my sorrows away."

Santa: "Merry christmas!"

Monoscrooge: "Dinnae swear at me"

Goofy: "Huey do you want to hang out w/ us at private funzos" Huey: "My heart says yes but my anxiety says no." Goofy: "Sorry all I heard was yes come oN LET'S GO IN THE BALLPIT" Huey: " GOOFY MY ANXIETY SAYS NO" Goofy: "B A L L P I T"

Bradford: "You have a tendency to overreact." Steelbeak: "I do not stabs table OVERREACT"

Mickey: "PLEASE NOT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS, SANTA"

Santa: "I'm sorry.." Monoscrooge: "Wait - what? No, dinnae apologize, you're supposed tae be sad on you're own, dinnae try to drag me intae this!" Santa: "Oh, I-" Monoscrooge: "How dare ye, tryin to guilt trip me, eh? Well it willnae work, so ya better start apologizing now!" Santa: " I'm sorry-" Monoscrooge: "HOW DARE-"

Mickey: "I'm going to jump." Monoscrooge: "DO A FLIP!"

Violet: " You often use humour to deflect trauma. " Goofy: "Gee, thanks!" Violet: "I didn't say that was a good thing." Goofy: "What I hear ya saying is that you think I'm funny!"

- Darkwing: "In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds." Launchpad: "FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? " Darkwing: "No! Four to five seconds!" Launchpad: "Too late!!!"

Violet: "so you lied to me." Louie: "That depends on how you define lying." Violet: "Well I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" Louie: "Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?"

Megavolt: "I can explain!" Darkwing: "Can you?" Megavolt: "Give me 30 seconds to come up with a lie."

- Huey: "So you take constructive criticism?" Monoscrooge: "I only take cash or credit"

End, sorry to the other characters, couldn't find quotes that fit

#DuckRonpa #danganronpa au #ducktales 2017 #Wrote this to distract myself from my headache

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ttootscwd · 1 month

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OOTS Generated Incorrect Quotes #2

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Belkar: ‘Technically legal’, the two best words in the the English language, right before ‘cowboy spectacular.' --- Roy: Someone will die... Elan: Of fun! --- Haley: Today at 7 am, Vaarsuvius poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Durkon: I watched Vaarsuvius brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended inta tha astral realm. Belkar: The survivability of the elven race never fails to amaze me

#oots #oots incorrect quotes #the order of the stick #generated incorrect quotes

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missilin22 · 1 year

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MOTIVATION SPORT WATER BOTTLE WITH CUTE STICKERS

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#MOTIVATION #SPORT #WATERBOTTLE #CUTESTICKERS

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thefluxqueen · 3 years

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Ask game, 1, 2, 22 :]

YOO got one fuck yeah 1. When did you first get into MCYT ?

if we're talkin like old gen i watched alotta Mr360Games, Chimneyswift11, ihascupquake, and slyfoxhound back when i was like, 12 (also got inta yogscast round the same time n mianite in 2015) and got inta the Current Gen mcyters in jan of this year when i watched the potato war on a whim n fell down a rabbit hole, but if we're talkin FIRST then the Very First mcyt vid i ever watched was paulsoaresjr's how to survival and thrive episode 11 (i think? i'd have ta check it was the fence video) back in like 2012. the Og Bitch,,, his vibes were good man taught me how ta play mc <3

2. Who’s the first MCYT you watched ?

lmao answered that in the above question, paulsoaresjr was the First Ever one, first one of dsmp peeps was techno, and first hermit i watched a full ep of was actually impluse :)

22. What is/was your fave event ?

was thinkin bout this and realized fuckin, MCC is hands down my fav that shits Fun man,,,, if we're talkin Was i useda be real inta jingle jam back in the day (i should see what theyre doin this year,, im a sham ta my yog url :pensive:)

MCYT questions

#Inbox #Anonymous #ive been inta mcyt through many generations... ta quote travvy it all comes back ta the block men....#mcyt

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crimsonbow · 3 years

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fall in love with your solitude

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

#crimsonbow #rupi kaur #milk and honey #solitude #acceptance #inspirational #motivational #english #english quotes #inta writers #author #original #positive outlook #literaturw

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viya17xx-blog · 7 years

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Some infinities are larger than others.

Unknown

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mundoagrocba · 3 years

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Un equipo del INTA presentó en Formosa una nueva variedad de maíz amarillo

Un equipo de investigación del INTA El Colorado desarrolló un cultivar adaptado a la región, de alta calidad nutritiva y con alto rendimiento para la producción de harinas aptas para celíacos. Se trata de un aporte tecnológico destacado para la agricultura familiar y que cuenta con el apoyo del Ministerio. Avatí Sa “yju es el nuevo maíz amarillo obtenido por el INTA El Colorado, Formosa.…

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#Avatí Sa "yju #Formosa #innovación #Inta #INTA Colorado #Maíz amarillo

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chelsehotel · 3 years

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“I dream of angels, but I live with demons.”

Name that quote.

Where’s my new tcc post up gang?! I have no life and my epilepsy is causing me to spiral download.

Please send me asks or DM.

Also you can reach me at my inta; @chelsehotel_ (yes. After the song. No ONE spells my name correctly so I’ve taken it upon myself to do so in my social media.)

Good night pals! 🖤🫀🩸

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ronmanmob · 2 years

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Belated honesty hour - does Ronnie believe people, as a whole, are inherently good, bad, or something else? Not as individuals, but en masse.

Honesty Hour Meme

'--I believe' Ron proffered after a pause for thought. 'Tha' people are survivors. Tha's their key motivation once y'strip away everyfin' else. Survival. T'ensure they survive they'll do all sorts. They'll fight. Steal. Cheat. Lie. They'll kill, like any animal will, t'keep livin'...There's goodn's 'n badn's a'course. There's you-' A gesture to Tabby. 'T'me y've been nuffin' bu' kindly 'n patient, 'n I fank you f'tha'. I really appreciate it.'

Another little think-time pause; a couple of seconds spent sampling his glass of G&T.

'N there's so many 'oo're jus' awful, individually. Bu' y'asked fer th'collective...En masse...' A slow nod, narrowed eyes and a slight wrinkling of the nose came and went as Ron pursed his lips; as they drew up a fraction in something like a sneer that never fully formed. 'Survivors. Survivors 'oo c'n get real dangerous - 'oo c'n stampede like trapped cows, destroying each other as they try t'get loose - when they've been given information they feel warrants ab'orrent acts.

'Could point yah t'isory - Nazi Germany, yeah? One tosser in government with a loud enough voice tha' enough'a th'disaffected followed fer reasons tha' were their own. Bu' they followed - would'a marched me inta Belsen at least twice ovvah - b'cause I ain't straight, 'n b'cause I ain't typical up 'ere eivah-'

A gesture to his head kept what he was telling her vague enough to escape reflexive redaction. For all Tab's knew, he could've been implying wafty philosophical ideas - those too earned the gas way back when and that--

That was about enough dourness for one evening.

'Short ansa then luv-- Pardon th'tangent. I fink tha' flick Men In Black put it best. A person is smart.' He was quoting from memory; doing his best Tommy Lee Jones impression and getting a lick suave with it while he was at it. 'People're dumb, panicky, dangerous animals 'n you know it.'

#tabbyrp #modern!verse #<- with Tabs #//thank you so much for sending this in dear

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sexyglances · 3 years

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Here's Tian's birthday fic, ok! You can either read it on ao3 or the full ~2k words are under the cut.

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Tian woke up on his back as a ray of sunshine slipped through the gap between slats of bamboo and struck his eyes. He rarely put his eye mask on at night these days, preferring to wake up earlier in the mornings so he could spend the first part of the day with Phupha rather than staying in bed alone. This change in habit, however, didn't automatically turn him into a morning person by nature, so Tian kept his eyes shut, as if keeping them closed meant he could preserve that sleepy sweet feeling for a bit longer. His effort was futile though, as he could feel more than just the sun trained on his face. "Chief," Tian smiled, eyes still closed, "I know you're looking at me."

Tian heard a small chuckle to his right and felt Phupha's breath tease his ear. "Good morning." Phupha said, voice filled with endearment, "and happy birthday, Tian." Then he leaned in and pecked Tian's cheek and whispered, "I'm so happy you're here."

Tian turned his head towards Phupha and opened his eyes. Phupha was lying on his side facing Tian, head resting in the cradle of his elbow. "Chief--" Tian said. Tian wanted to tell Phupha to stop, that he didn't need to say these things to him anymore, that it's been long enough that the gratitude should have worn off by now, that their devotion could remain unspoken. But Tian couldn't say those things because his chest still got heavy and his heart still swelled every morning when he could look over and see Phupha looking back at him with so much tenderness in his eyes. Instead, he settled with a, "Me too," and returned the peck on Phupha's cheek. He went to pull away, but before he could do so, Phupha had turned his head just enough so that their lips met so they could properly kiss. Phupha nudged closer, trying to deepen the kiss, but Tian pulled back and placed his hand softly on Phupha's chest to stop him. "Hey. We haven't even brushed our teeth yet this morning." Judging by the way he raised his eyebrows, Phupha did not think this was a good enough excuse to stop. They gazed at each other for a few seconds, the atmosphere charging up between them, on the brink of something unstoppable, until Tian popped the bubble and said, "And I have class this morning in a little bit."

That declaration worked and Phupha dropped his eyes. "Right," Phupha said with a tinge of disappointment in his voice, "You have school today." Before Tian could say anything else about continuing this quote-unquote discussion later, Phupha changed the topic and asked, "Are you thirsty?" Without waiting for an answer, he got up, went to the sink, and brought back two ceramic cups of water. Tian pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed into a sitting position. Phupha handed him a cup and sat down on the bed next to Tian.

These cups were new to Tian, different from the dented tin cups they usually used in the bedroom for utility. The cup Tian held was thick and rounded with a glossy finish and felt hefty in Tian's hand. Beneath the shiny glaze was an intricate, colorful design of green tea leaves and stems intertwining alongside cream-colored depictions of blooming oolong tea flowers flowers with bright yellow centers. Tian turned the cup around in his hand, studying its design until he saw the design break to encircle an inscription written with delicate writing in a burgundy color. "Oh, what's this?" Tian asked as his fingers traced the wording that read "for the colorful philosopher."

Phupha responded, "It's my present for you. It's not much but--"

Before Phupha could finish his sentence Tian said, "Chief, I told you I didn't need any presents this year." He leaned his head on Phupha's shoulder. "Just being here is enough."

Phupha leaned his head on top of Tian's and breathed in. Phupha was still not sure how he got so lucky. How his life changed so fantastically and dynamically from a life that he never disliked, but was one he now realized was fine--but just fine, nothing more than fine. His old life felt rote and mundane and empty compared to his new life with Tian. And a new life is what it was. How could it not feel new when everything felt effervescent and full and colorful in a way he had never experienced before. Phupha had always been prone to noticing the tiniest details of things, but what surprised him in the most unexpected way was how much joy he could get out of those tiny details. How love had transformed those tiny details into something that encapsulated his entire existence with warmth and vigor and gratification to be alive. "I know," Phupha responded, "but I still wanted to get you something. It's not much, but it represents us." Phupha held up his own cup to show Tian. "Look, I have one, too."

Tian switched the cups in their hands. He read Phupha's cup aloud, "For the giant green mountain." A tear pricked the corner of Tian's eye. It was too early for such sentimentality. He had just woken up and Phupha was already flooding Tian with feelings of affection. And he hadn't even stood up for the damn day yet. Tian had been given plenty of birthday gifts in the past, but never anything where someone spent more on the care and personal details involved than they spent with their money. Tian stared at the cups some more. "Where did you get these?" Tian asked.

"I went to a ceramic shop a few months ago in Chiang Mai and special ordered them," Phupha answered matter-of-factly, as if planning and designing and ordering a gift months in advance was an ordinary, everyday gesture and not a remarkable act of romanticism at all.

Tian set the cup he was holding down on the floor. "Chief," Tian said with a slight tremble in his voice. He pulled Phupha into a hug, "Thank you." Tian didn't have the words to convey everything he meant, all the gratitude he had for his life in Pha Pun Dao, for his chief, for this love they shared, but he hoped that the hug could relay a fraction of what he was feeling. Phupha hugged back tightly as if he was trying to reciprocate all his feelings back to Tian.

They pulled apart and Phupha exhaled before placing a hand on Tian's knee. "Come on, we have to get you to school."

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As Tian and Phupha walked into the school, it was already bustling. The kids were there, uncharacteristically early and they were busy hanging up homemade decorations with Yod and Rang's help.

"Ah, what's all this?" Tian asked with surprise in his voice.

Everyone turned around and in an out-of-unison cacophony of voices yelled different variations of happy birthday, addressing him by "Tian," "teacher," and "P'Seetian" accordingly. Khounueng and Kalae ran up to him and pointed at a cake on the table.

"Look what we made!" exclaimed Khounueng, and then he stuck a party blower in his mouth and blew it in Tian's face.

"Yeah!" Ayi yelled from across the room, "we picked the strawberries ourselves and decorated with them and everything!"

"We'll get to eat it soon, right?" Kalae asked as he shoved an extra strawberry into his mouth.

Before Tian could answer, Inta and Meejoo grabbed each of Tian's hands and pulled him to the front of the classroom. We made you a birthday crown, too!" said lnta as she picked up and waved a crown of tea leaves woven together in a circle studded with pink and yellow frangipani flowers and white jasmine buds.

"Put it on," Meejoo begged. "it's so pretty. She held up a second matching crown, "We made one for Torfun's birthday, too."

Tian looked at Phupha and they shared a meaningful look. Torfun was still a part of Pha Pun Dao, and even though she was gone, she was unforgettable. It was only because of her that Tian could experience all this joyfulness that surrounded him. Tian couldn't say that out loud of course, it would be too much for today, so instead he said, "Ooh, you're right, they are pretty. Let's take this to her memorial place in the afternoon." He patted Meejoo's hair. "Now who wants to help me cut the cake?"

But before Tian could move to the cake, Phupha cut in and asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?" He grinned fully as he took one of the flower crowns from Inta and placed it on Tian's head. "How could we celebrate the prince's birthday without his special crown?" Tian rolled his eyes. Of course Phupha would call him a prince on today of all days. But there was no bite behind Phupha's words, the words were just playful teasing and Tian knew that.

Tian had many birthday parties in his life. They were usually lavish and full of expensive decorations and even more expensive gifts. People dressed up and schmoozed at his parties, using them as a time to network and one-up each other, caught up in a lifestyle where status trumped everything else. The parties were simply an excuse for people--himself included--to show off. His mom would call him a prince for the day and Tian would go with it, letting himself give into the fantasy. And even though he had always made sure to have fun, indulging in alcohol and whatever wild dares the night brought him, looking back on them now, the memories felt hollow. As if he had been living in a bizarre lucid dream that he's woken up from and it was only now that everything actually felt real.

Tian challenged Phupha back with a smile of his own, "If I'm a prince, then what does that make you, Chief?"

Nam's voice came from the doorway, "Why, that makes him your chief prince of course." Tian and Phupha turned toward him as he walked into the building with Longtae trailing just behind.

"Sorry we're late," Longtae said, and gestured towards Nam, "he had to pick me up from the train station and it didn't come on time."

"You're here, too?" Tian asked.

"Of course I am, P'" Longtae said. "It's a special day." He looked up at Tian's crown and smiled. "I had to come take pictures." As Longtae said that, he held up his camera and snapped a photo.

"Oh, oh, oh," Nam cut in, "Don't you think you should get a picture of the prince and the chief prince together?" He took the other flower crown from Meejoo, and as he placed it on Phupha's head, he winked and said, "I'm sure Torfun wouldn't mind if you borrowed this for a few minutes."

Before Phupha had a chance to object, Tian interlocked his arm with Phupha's and looked at him with soft eyes. "We should get a picture together today, don't you think?" And with that, Tian turned to pose for the camera.

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Two weeks later an envelope addressed from Longtae back at school showed up in the mail for Tian. Inside was a packet of pictures from Tian's birthday. The first photo on top of the stack was a shot of Tian and Phupha, both wearing the flower crowns, and their arms interlocked, smiling for the camera.

The second picture in the stack was a more candid shot and was taken from closer up. The half-eaten birthday cake peeking in at the edge of the frame indicated it was a photo taken later in the celebration. Tian and Phupha were sitting down at the long school table, Tian's hand on Phupha's shoulder, Phupha's arm slung around Tian's waist. They were still wearing the flower crowns, but this time they were looking at each other, heads bent together, eyes sparkling, and laughing, as if they were unified in their own private world.

It was that second photograph that Tian had plucked from the stack to save. He had stuck it onto the corner of the bulletin board in their room so he could see it everyday before he left for the day. The photo represented something intangible. All he knew was that he couldn't look at it without feeling warmth radiate from within himself. It was a feeling so precious, he resolved to never let it go.

#a tale of a thousand stars #1000 stars #fic #my fic #i made this dumb thing #i can't believe i made it to 2k words #i almost gave up at 650 words tbh #anyway i hope my audience of 4 (generous) enjoys the agony i put into writing this! 🙃#and hey! i finally set up an ao3 account so that's something

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