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luckykiwiii101 · 3 months

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Not So Sugar&Spice And EVERYTHING Nice After All…

(Read till the end!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I HATE to break it to you but, you’re going to have to get ready to accept that you’re NOT going to live the life of your dreams.

DROP those endless list of desires you’ve piled up over the years or months you’ve spent on this app.

Those years and months speak dangerous words, words that you finally have to hear. But it’s not my fault it’s come to it.

You’re NEVER going to get what you want. Save those vision boards for nap time, because that’s the closest you’ll ever get to seeing them. Yes, in your LITERAL dreams.

Ouch, that’s got to hurt.

“I’ll try to enter the void state again tonight.” Yes. Exactly. You’ll TRY again. And you’ll try again the night after that, and the night after that, and the night after that. And it will NEVER end. You’ve been at it for a while now.

“I’ll try THIS method tonight.” Yeah, and you’ll be looking for a new method by tomorrow. And so on, and so on, and so on.

Same goes for your manifestations.

“I’ll persist later!!!” Yes. Exactly. You’ll persist “later.” Later as in, next week? next month? next Year? Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, months turn in to years, and years turn into decades, and decades turn into small little segments of your tragic little life, spent doing what? Trying? Procrastinating? Sulking? Or living the life of your dreams? Call it Russian roulette, but YOU’RE the one holding the gun to your head.

The cycle never ends. The tragic thing is, it starts with an undisciplined, lazy & hopeless person. And ends with the same undisciplined, lazy & hopeless person.

Why?

Take a wild guess. You’ve tumbled onto tumblr, figured out that you could live the life of your dreams, and did NOTHING about it, other than TRY.

Well, trying was never the answer.

All you ever had to do was just change your PATHETIC assumptions, into more….ideal ones.

Changing your assumptions are COMPULSORY! Not to rain on your parade, but this is a rain parade from hell. Purely tragic. Maybe you’ll start applying to get out of this endless loop.

And sorry to crush your hopeless little dreams, but you aren’t going to get ANYWHERE if you don’t change them. You are NEVER going to enter the void state. You are NEVER going to be a master manifestor.

Looks like that 9-5 is going to land you on highway 95.

Do I have to run you over, leave you bedridden, not able to move a muscle, for you to just PERSIST. Because your mind is all it takes. Nobody asked you to run a marathon. Yet you’re actually running a marathon, in the opposite direction of your dreams.

Well, all I can say is, keep running.

At the end of the day, ACCEPTANCE is all that matters. Accept that you will never have anything you want, or just accept that you already have everything you want.

If this isn’t the wake up call that wakes you up!!! NOTHING will.

All I can say now is, if you’re still roaming this app by the end of February, I feel BAD for you. I’m not saying that’s how long it will take, but if it does, then oof. And we all know one thing about Gossip Girl, I LOVE to wreak havoc. But you’re already doing that FOR me. So thank you, and goodbye. Now say goodbye back, along with your precious desires.

Too bad that your dreams are going to just stay as dreams.

Bye Bye.

(So not you, by the way):

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rafescurtainbangz · 4 months

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Two of a Kind (Billy Hargrove One Shot)

+18

Minor DNI

The two of you are headed out on vacation. If there is one thing that Billy has to be, it's early to the airport. When he decides to push your buttons, you push his right back. Has Billy met his match?

Dom!Dom, Sex toys, Brat, Oral (Female Receiving)

Your POV:

"Y/N!"

"William!" You shriek. "If you tell me to hurry up one more time I swear you're gonna be suckin' your own dick this trip. Jesus Christ! What are you fifty fuckin' years old?"

Billy chuckles darkly from the living room, taunting you further; driving you absolutely fucking insane. He sighs heavily, heaving himself up from the couch.

You hear his footsteps; the heels of his boots shuffling over your hardwood floor.

When I turn around he's going to be leaning into the doorframe. That smirk; a smolder in his eyes that makes me throb. And, all I'll get is a tease because this motherfucker needs to be at the airport four hours early.

For what?

You continue to stuff your clothes in your suitcase. Coercing the man with a lack of one of his favorite things... your attention.

He clears his throat as you continue to toil, leaving Billy no choice but to get physical to get what he wants. You.

Mmm... Then it's all over.

His heavy feet move closer. Anticipation builds as you feel his hips flush with your ass, he reaches down, taking a hold of your waist.

"Y/n..."

"Mhmm..." You hum as if it's nothing, leaning forward to reach for your heels "somehow" finding yourself in Billy's favorite position; your hips in his hands, taking you from behind; you, fucking him back.

"Goddamn," he grumbles; his hands circling your ass.

"Did you need something? I'm in a rush, apparently."

"Why are you ignoring me, baby?" He runs his hand up the middle of your back; the other, pulling your hips closer.

"Because Hargrove you're a fucking tease and you know it."

He lets out that same chuckle; velvety and low as his fingers weave through your hair at the nape of your neck.

Pull it, Billy... You know you want to.

He doesn't, moving his hips ever so slightly; pressing into you at the perfect tempo.

"You did this to me when we went to Cali. You did this to me when we went to Minnesota and Dallas; and New Orleans. You get me all fuckin' worked up, only to sit in an airport for hours. And I have this sinking feeling I'm gonna be dealing with this shit for the rest of my life."

Billy lets out a sigh, his finger tangling a little tighter through your curls; hips working just the slightest bit harder. His cock is stiff, rock hard in his practically painted-on Levi's jeans. You zip the big compartment of your luggage shut.

"I have had a long week at work. A long fuckin' year actually. I need this vacation. So, Billy... If you wouldn't mind taking a seat in the living room-."

"Excuse me?" He cuts you off, releasing his grip on your hair as you yank the small pouch open.

"I'm gonna take care of myself. M'kay!" You backchat; drawing out your vibrator, tossing it to the head of the bed.

"Jesus, Y/n," he gripes. A mix of annoyance and lust.

Turning around, you slink your hand up his thigh, landing on his dick; a rough enough touch for him to suck in a little air. He looks down, eyeing your hand on him. He tilts his head slightly, a wicked smile rolling across his lips.

"Get out, baby. Don't worry. I'll be fast. I'd hate to be only three hours and fifty-five minutes early. I mean Jesus Christ that'd be a fuckin' tragedy," you whisper; lips, brushing over his.

Looping your finger under your skirt you tug your panties over your hips watching as they fall to your feet, landing on Billy's foot. White lace atop his black leather boot.

He reaches for you again as you crawl onto the bed; his strong hand instantly tracing up your inner thigh; fingers, working softly over your slit as you move out of reach.

"5 minutes, baby. Then we're heading out," he smirks; continuing to fuck with you. He was already going to cave, the second he stepped into the room; you know exactly what he is waiting for... He wants you to beg.

"Sounds good," you smile as you brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the paisley material fall; exposing your white lace bra.

Billy's eyes darken; he wets his bottom lip with a smile.

You reach around your back, unclasping your bra; flicking it to the side. Your breasts bounce as you find the perfect position on the mattress. Billy smirks, casting his gaze away; shaking his head dizzily.

Relaxing into the pillows, you draw your legs up. Guiding the vibrator to your pussy you slide it effortlessly along your slick.

Now who's teasing who, Hargrove?

"You wouldn't." His eyes snap to yours.

"I would," you breathe as you flick it on, pressing the soft tip through your entrance. Your breath catches as you're met with rotations and vibrations; the toy starts to work its magic on you Your eyes shut softly.

Your hand drifts up your body gradually; fingers, reaching the blush of your breast, tracing your nipple slowly. Proceeding to the other side you tweak your nipple, rolling softly. A breathy moan slips your lips.

You can hear his feet, nearing your side of the bed. His presence is palpable; breathing softly. Billy's cologne delights your senses as well; warm vanilla, smoke, and leather, furthering your fire. An absolutely intoxicating scent.

"Fuck, Billy..." You whimper.

Do you say my name whenever you use your toys, baby?" He rasps.

"Oh my god," you sough; disregarding the question.

"Y/n; baby?" He breathes.

You turn it up a little higher; the buzzing noise loudens. Working the vibrator in and out, your thighs start to quiver.

He can hear how drenched you are; you, no longer frustrated, getting off on the idea of him it watching. "Shit," you hiss; flicking your eyes down, watching the blue shimmery silicone glimmering with your essence.

He's frustrated... You can see it in his eyes. A battle of stubbornness, wanting you to beg for him; wanting desperately to cave himself.

Your breathing starts to increase; your eyes shut again. Billy lets out a growl. His hand brushes yours; your eyes flick open watching as he mounts the bed; body hovering over you. Billy presses his lips against yours, taking the vibrator off your hands.

You smile against his lips; giggling delightedly. He draws it out fast, your breath escapes your chest.

"Billy! What the fuck?" You cry, breathlessly. He lets out a sinful chuckle against your lips, turning it off. "You're a fucking dick."

You push past him to stand up; Billy grabs your shoulder, forcing you back down on the bed, pressing you into the pillows roughly.

Fuck...

"You're stubborn, Y/n. And now, you're gonna beg."

You roll your eyes bringing your free hand up to your lips. Running two fingers along your tongue.

"The fuck I will..." You breathe; dragging your hand down to your cunt, continuing where you left off.

Billy steps off the bed, vibrator in hand; walking toward the door. "3 minutes, baby. Then we're heading out."

"Sounds good," you sing; pulling the drawer of your nightstand open roughly, allowing the knick-knacks to clatter inside; stopping Billy in his tracks.

"Mmm..." You whirr; drawing out a pink rabbit vibrator, turning it on.

BUZZ.

He turns around slowly, his eyes shifting to yours. You challenge him with your stare, lifting an eyebrow.

Billy walks toward you; eyes, driving into yours.

He stares down at you, watching you carefully as your pleasure begins to build again. Billy's rough finger meets your arm, tracing softly to your hand.

"Shit!" You gasp; Billy takes a rough grip on your wrist, taking you in shock.

"Drop. It."

"No."

"You're such a fucking brat," he snips; making you chuckle.

"A-And?" You stutter as your bliss builds.

"Why are you like this?" He laments; eyes, falling down your body; breasts jostling with each thrust of the toy.

"Why are you surprised?"

"God you're so fucking hot," he moans; his lips crash against yours; tongue swirling as you continue to play with yourself.

Billy pushes his hand between your thighs, taking it from you as you kiss; Billy, willingly accepts defeat. The only man you'll ever beg for. The man that owns your heart.

"Please don't stop," you plead; panting against his lips. You feel his smile, the two of you getting what you wanted.

"I love you, baby," he rasps.

"I love you too."

Billy thrusts it in at the perfect angle, the head of the vibration swirling against your G-spot; bunny ear; flicking at your clit.

Your stomach starts to coil; back, arching off the bed. "Are you gonna cum, Y/n?" Billy grunts as he continues to rut in and out.

"Mhmm," is all you can muster. "Fuck!" You whine as Billy turns it up higher. Your damn break; orgasm, ringing through your body as you flutter around the toy, moaning into your kiss.

"Holy shit... Fuck, Billy..." You ride the waves of your orgasm. Your body relaxes slightly; a little whimper releases against Billy's lips.

He moves lower on the bed, his pupils blown with lust. Billy dives his forearms underneath your thighs pulling you toward his lips.

More? Fuck...

He flattens his tongue, licking a line up your silk causing you to wail.

"Fuck, you're sweet," he moans; his eyes hooded. Billy curls his arms, forcing you closer as he locks onto your sensitive bud; sucking and flicking his tongue as you scream his name. He chuckles against your pussy.

Billy grabs your legs, slinging them over his shoulders. His fingers reach your skin; trailing dangerously close to where you're craving him most.

Reaching down you run your fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug. Billy groans, as a result, the vibrations make your eyes roll back.

His fingers swirl around your entrance, plunging in; one then two, a slight curl as you feel yourself nearing your peak again.

His thick fingers work against your g-spot causing you to dig your heels into his back. "Billy... I'm... I. Fuck!" Your second orgasm hits you harder than your first.

Billy continues to please you with a little more pressure, brushing his tongue from side to side as your body tightens around his fingers.

"Mmm... That's it, baby," he groans as you ride out your second release. Your heart, beating rapidly; reaching for a breath.

Billy presses his lips against your clit softly. His mouth, drifts higher and higher; showering you with kisses as he nears your lips.

You cup his cheeks, drawing him nearer. Billy kisses you deeply, relaxing his body into yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck you hug him tightly, craving his weight on top of you; the ultimate comfort.

"You are impossible," he grumbles; his lips, meeting your neck. He nips at your skin, just enough to pinch. You reach around, slapping him roughly on the ass. "Jesus," he whines; quickly returning to your lips.

"You're not giving me credit, Bills. I totally gave in."

"No, you didn't. Not until I fucking caved," he chuckles against your kiss.

"Mmm... That's true. So I won then?"

"No, I won, Y/n. The day I met you..." He buttons his lip, trying not to laugh.

"Ew..." You snicker; shaking your head 'no'. "That was so cheesy... " you bully.

He smiles warmly, giving you another kiss; a little softer, lingering a little longer. "You are perfect, Y/n," he sighs against your lips.

"So are you, Billy."

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robthegoodfellow · 6 months

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I Just Wanna Cheer

Crying, Creampie, Virginity Kink for Days 21/22/23 of @harringrovekinktober additional incidental use of sex toys, praise kink, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, role playing, you know the drill—now with emerging feminization kink

(roommates in love, kink experimentation, billy gets boinked, nsfw)

Handy Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (kill me)

It was his own fault for trying to cancel on Robin again—having assumed, now that she knew about his and Billy’s fledgling thing, that she’d be more understanding of his needs.

But no.

Eyeroll audible over the phone, Robin had offered a different option. Just bring your boy toy along if it’s that much of a burden to leave his side. There was a loaded pause during which Steve scrambled to recall whether he’d told her that particular part of their fledgling thing, then she continued, blithe and cavalier. That is, if you can stand to keep your hands off each other’s dicks for a couple hours. Speaking over Steve’s choked bluster: It’ll be a struggle, I know. But I believe in you. Stay strong.

So he’d called Billy up after, risking Madam Manager’s ire for lingering too long on his lunch break, and caught him right before he left for class. Billy had gone quiet, digesting Steve’s rushed explanation—drinks at the Taproom around eight; you, me, and Robin—and then cleared his throat. Like, us all hanging out as friends? he asked. Or…? And Steve froze, wrongfooted. What—uh, whatever you want, he said, clumsy. She knows. I mean, not everything—just that we’re… uhm. Sorry? he added, wincing, and Billy mercifully jumped in, put him out of his misery. It’s fine. I’ve been talking to Heather about us. I needed someone to… He trailed off, and Steve breathed a sigh, grinning with relief as he nodded. Yeah. Me, too.

Billy had already showered and eaten when Steve got home—tilted his cheek for a drive-by kiss as Steve passed him huddled in the corner of the couch, psych notes open on his lap. Hadn’t moved even after Steve had finished stuffing his face, washing up. What should I wear? Steve called as he emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, and Billy glanced over—locked on Steve’s hand, the fisted terrycloth at his hip. Understandably, it took Steve a moment to absorb Billy’s reply: I was gonna ask you the same question.

And Billy—never asked Steve for fashion advice. Which meant he had something else in mind.

They were late meeting Robin.

“You live literally down the road,” she exclaimed when they arrived at the Taproom, flushed from power walking and also other things. Steve’s buttons were misaligned on his shirt, and Billy’s hair gave off the distinct impression of having just rolled out of bed. Distinct and—accurate.

“Couldn’t find my wallet,” Steve lied, gentle arm at Billy’s waist to guide him into a chair.

Billy sat. Carefully.

“Well, I hope it turned up,” Robin said, unconvinced and unimpressed. “Because first round’s on you.”

“Long Islands for everyone?” He stooped, arms looped around Billy from behind, and—lightly pressed on his abdomen, encouraging him to lean against the chairback, relax from his prim perch. “Okay?” he basked, when his boy swallowed a whimper, red flooding his cheeks. Billy nodded, and Steve kissed his neck, the skin feverish under his lips. “Good.”

They explained away Billy’s spacey distraction easily enough—big psych test on Monday—but by the second round, with Billy shifting every minute, rocking in his seat ever so slightly, his eyes glassy, lips parted, Robin was growing concerned.

“You sure you feel alright?” she checked, then squinted. “Or feeling too alright?”

Steve cut in, scooched his chair alongside Billy’s, their legs flush under the table.

“He hasn’t been sleeping well,” he said, drawing Billy to slump against him, corralling with the comforting palm on his shoulder. “You need to go home, babe?”

Billy huffed, hearing the subtle taunt. You give up? Give in?

“M’good,” he insisted, wagging his head. Unseeing, unblinking, he fumbled for his glass. Tossed back the rest, ice cascading toward his mouth. He slouched into Steve’s touch, crunching cold loud between his molars. Hidden, insinuated a hand around Steve’s thigh and underneath—cinching him close. If he traced upward not too far, he’d bump the bulge straining Steve’s zipper. One glance at Billy’s lap revealed he was in even worse shape: a patch of wet seeping through pale blue denim. “Robin’s turn to buy.”

Lucky for them, Robin caught the eye of the Gina Gershon type behind the bar—got her number, the promise of a good time after her shift—and around the fifth or sixth round, Robin went to fetch tequila shots and never came back.

Sloppy steps to the exit, clinging to each other’s waists, and the muggy summer night welcomed them to the sidewalk, chatter and cheesy pop muffled beyond the door.

They cut a crooked path toward the apartment, breathy silence broken by the odd chuckle or hum, speech smothered by the pulsing weight of expectation that had settled all around.

They were going home, and Steve was gonna fuck him. Shove inside, push to the root and hammer his hips until he spilled, until the swollen hole oozed white, until he—

Billy was whining in short throaty bursts by the time they reached the stairwell, stumbling now and then, relying on Steve to half-haul him up the last flight. Please he mumbled, the moment their door clicked, and Steve wasn’t sure where the surge of macho muscle came from, but next thing he knew he’d hefted a clinging koala into his arms, gripping just below the ass, striding to his bedroom, wet lips mouthing Steve’s neck with every step.

Part of him wanted to throw Billy down, watch him bounce on the mattress, but he didn’t—or he would, but not now, not when his good boy had been squirming for so long, desperate to wring some relief from the toy wedged snug. No, he lowered him gentle onto his back, lovely legs hugging Steve’s hips, dangling off the bed—Billy’s hips lifting the moment fingers fumbled at his button, tugged at his zip.

The lube was within reach, right where they’d left it, when they’d overindulged before rushing out the door, Steve slicking up the small plug and working it in, pulling a new pair of pale pink panties up long, bronzed legs, then selecting a pair of jeans, a tank cut so low around the neck, hanging loose about the ribs, that it barely covered his nipples.

Steve had taken it upon himself to carefully tuck the front of the tank into the waist of his jeans, the way Billy liked, and now took it upon himself to untuck, pushing the tank up as he yanked the jeans down, fingers hooked in a back pocket.

He left the jeans balled below Billy’s knees, allowing them to part wide and meanwhile keep his ankles tied. Bending low, Steve ran his nose along the obscene jut of cock beneath sticky satin, breathed heat through the fabric—pressed his face into Billy’s crotch when he writhed, moaning.

“Here’s what I want,” Steve said, peering up—a strange vantage point: the heaving hills and valleys of Billy’s abs, his pecs, the underside of a tilted chin, the shifting rise of biceps, arms flung above his head. “I want to pull down the back of your panties. Check my good boy is ready for me.”

“Ready,” Billy panted, hardly more than a wheeze. “M’ready, ready. Please.”

“Haven’t gone past the middle plug,” Steve told him, all regret—as though breaking it to him gently, and Billy sobbed. “But,” he went on, shushing, sneaking to fondle the base of the plug through silky smooth pink, cup the shivering curves of his ass. “You promise to tell me if you want to stop, and I’ll fuck you now. Fill you up. And if it’ll make my good boy happy, we’ll plug him up after. No leaking.” Billy was begging under his breath, babbling yes, please—please, yes. “Promise?” Steve prompted, reaching for the lube as he sat up, propped against the edge of the mattress.

Billy promised, tears already eeking down his temples, wetting his hair. Steve watched them drip as he slicked his fingers—used his dry hand to inch the panties down, the front drawn taut as the back pulled, clearing the rise of Billy’s ass to sit bunched below.

He didn’t tease his boy too much: traced up to stroke the stiff heat straining satin, brush the twitching length with his thumb, then drifted back down to caress the protruding flat of glass. One mild tug, and it slipped free on a gasp. He let it thunk on the carpet at his feet.

The hole that kissed blind fingertips was still fluttering from the sudden loss—seemed to suck him in, inflamed greed, taking two easy, then three. Billy’s face was twisted, eyes closed, his lashes wet, hips grinding into the touch as though searching, feeling his way in the dark. A whine puffed past slack lips, desperate—almost forlorn.

“Okay,” Steve breathed. Withdrew, grappling clumsy for the lube, slicking his cock where it bobbed by the bedspread, trailing drool. “Okay, baby.”

His forearm hooked shaking thighs, dragged Billy closer, ass almost hanging off the bed. Steve gripped himself mid-shaft, thumbing the crown, and nudged forward, catching on the rim that still seemed too small, impossibly small.

Billy sighed, set one hand on Steve’s forearm, the cross bar holding him steady—coasted down the arm to link their hands, and Steve bowed his head, suddenly swamped. Just—overwhelmed.

He pushed, steady pressure, and it was like with the plug, where resistance caved to a gobbling grip. Pushed and the slicked crown was swallowed up by clenching heat. Paused to breathe, a returning squeeze to their linked hands, then sank further—this stuttering plow that deepened with the duet of stuttering breaths.

Steve was lost in it, so consumed by the sensory influx—the salty musk of sweat and precome, the lungs bellowing in his ears, the thundering throb of his pulse where they were joined, where they were holding on, nerves alight, a smolder about to catch and roar—so consumed that when he bottomed out, flush with Billy’s ass, he kept going, rocking into him, lifting, Billy’s knees curling toward his chest, where the flimsy tank still lay, askew.

“Good?” Steve asked, throaty, and Billy’s eyes rolled in his head as he laughed, weak, lips barely hitched. Slowing, Steve circled the rim that clutched him, as though measuring—assessing. Feathered his touch from thin skin smooth and slick to the peach fuzz of Billy’s ass check, tickling, and grunted as the convulsive clench. “Fast or slow?”

His boy didn’t answer with words—maybe couldn’t—just a bobblehead, like Fast? Yes. Slow? Yes. Yes. Yes. So Steve gave him both, grinding into him torturous slow, adjusting until he nailed the spot that made Billy squirm and mewl, then let loose. Jackhammered, and when Billy's blushing wet cockhead peeked from the pink frilly waistband, smearing his abs, Steve smirked, mindless except for one driving thought: I want to feel him come on my cock.

Reaching down, unsteady, Steve tucked him back out of sight. Stroked him lightly as he said it: “Cream your panties for me, Billy.”

And god, Steve loved to watch him lose it beneath him, give in, crack open, but to feel it from inside...

Milking me, he thought, jaw slack, launched into sweet blue nothing. Fucking milking me.

Barely caught himself from faceplanting with an arm made of noodle, panting fit to die. The sweet blue nothing blinked at him—so pretty, heavy-lidded.

All Steve could do for the moment was blink back.

You knew you had it good when waking life was indistinguishable from a wet dream. The hazy cloud of ecstasy that lured Steve from sleep in the wee hours of the morning resolved into recent memory as he squinted, absorbing the smells of Billy embedded in the sheets—registering the absence of Billy’s sounds. His warmth. Steve pawed at his eyes, unsure whether the emerging snapshots, burning to the touch, were real or fantasy.

…Billy, after Steve had emptied into him, placidly rolling onto his stomach, presenting his ass for inspection upon request—humming long and low at the probing touch where he was swollen, pucker red and shining. A more insistent prod, and a pearl of white bloomed.

Distantly, he heard water running in the pipes. Billy—in the bathroom?

Middle of the bed, Steve had murmured. Lay on your tummy. And Billy army-crawled to obey, his ankles shackled by the mess of denim. Steve opted to leave them for the time being.

Billy had dropped flat with a whooshing sigh, head fenced by sprawling arms, legs akimbo, and Steve crawled to lie alongside, propped on an elbow. For a while, he just studied that face—the rosy cheeks, the pink lips gently curled in blissed satisfaction, eyelashes dark and clumped from tears.

Need anything? Steve asked, quietly mesmerized, brushing back a lock of tawny hair. Or want? One blue eye had cracked open, bleary, exhausted. And yet—his hips twitched, bare ass still exposed, satin shoved low. He wanted Steve to keep his promise: no leaking.

Steve’s bedroom door creaked open, and moments later the mattress dipped under a heavy form, blankets shifting as Billy settled.

“You okay?” Steve asked, voice scratchy. Half-awake, he rolled, slinging his arm around Billy’s back.

Billy yawned an incoherent confirmation. “Took care of business.”

Steve traced to the base of his spine, absently curious, and ran a finger down his crack. No plug. “All clean?”

“Mhmm.” Arching, Billy pressed into his touch, then resettled with a tired chuckle. “So you can mess me up again.”

Steve snorted—gripped an asscheek, meaning to claim a squeeze before he withdrew. But then… he forgot to do that last part. Drifted off still fondling Billy’s butt.

To make up for the delayed festivities due to socializing the night before, they’d resolved to shack up all of Saturday. A few hours of drinks sets us back, what—three or four orgasms? Steve estimated, and Billy had scoffed, let out a loud Hah! For you, maybe. At which Steve had swooped in, herding him against the wall to nip at his throat. I’m sorry—was that a complaint? Shivering, tilting his chin for more, Billy clung to his ribs. No. No complaints.

Which is why Steve was a little put out to realize he’d slept until nine—that Billy had let him, moreover, because the rest of the bed was cold and empty.

And then the buttery cinnamon sugar hit him upside the head, beckoned him upright, nose in the air. Heard the telltale clinks and thunks of Billy puttering at the stove, and couldn’t help but smile.

Smiled while he pulled on some sweatpants, a worn tee. Smiled as he brushed his teeth, took a piss. Washed his hands. Smiled as he wandered to the kitchen, itching to wrap his good boy up tight, kiss his neck, his cheeks—

The smile didn’t slip, but it… froze solid, along with the rest of him, at the vision that greeted him: Billy halted in front of the fridge, limned in morning sunlight.

Billy with his hair piled atop his head in a messy bun, wearing one of those close-fitting crop tops that he knew drove Steve crazy. His gaze dropped to the rumpled tube socks, trailed up the bronzed curves of his calves, his thighs—to the green pleated hem. Of the skirt.

The cheerleading skirt. The cheerleading skirt that Billy was wearing, in the kitchen. That he had worn while baking cinnamon buns. And making coffee.

Steve had completely flatlined, but all it took was a puff of sound—a nervous muffled squeak of a thing—and his attention swung to Billy’s face. To Billy’s bottom lip, drawn between his teeth. To Billy’s big blue eyes, slanted brows. Hopeful, but—uncertain.

“What—?” Steve tried, shaking his head, and at least tacked a grin to his bafflement. “How…?”

“Borrowed it,” Billy said, fidgeting. Cautious smile. “From Heather.”

Bless Heather for all eternity. Forever and ever. Amen.

“You look—” He couldn’t seem to move, but that was fine. Billy was coming to him—a certain slink to his stride. Steve rallied. “You look—so good. So, so, so—”

Billy set his hands on Steve’s waist, toying with the thin cotton. “I was thinking we could play… like we did that time with the spies? Only…”

His good, good, genius boy.

“Only… jock and cheerleader?” Steve finished, and Billy ducked, bashful—except not his usual bashful, but extra bashful, like he was putting on a show, like he was… a blushing, bashful, virginal little—

Billy leaned up. Kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and sweet. Instinctive, Steve palmed the back of his head, fingers buried in blond, and pulled him flush.

“You wanna be my good girl today?” he whispered, lips brushing Billy’s cheek—pressed a kiss there when Billy nodded. “Whatcha wearing under that skirt, babe?”

Billy giggled—quiet and flirty. “Breakfast first.”

Steve nipped his ear. “And then a snack?”

“Down, boy,” Billy scolded, swatting his arm. He turned and walked away—the sway deliberate, as confirmed by the cheeky wink thrown over his shoulder.

Now with next chapter: He Loves Me, Loves Me, Loves Me

#roommates in love #harringrove #harringrovekinktober2k23 #billy hargrove #soft dom steve harrington #good boy billy hargrove #this fic is driving me slowly insane #more insane #just been wandering around vaguely randy for weeks #WEEKS #but HEY they ass fucked woohooo

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calmwaterstarot · 4 months

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What’s the basics for loa or manifesting, I’d like to try it this week. It’s basically believing you already have what you long for right and if god or the universe approves you get it? I’d love to learn or any tips. 😊

This is going to be a long one, anon!

I prefer Law of Assumption over Law of Attraction. The gist is that you are the master creator of your own reality and your subconscious mind is the computer, so to speak. You generate your reality through your thoughts. Once you assume something is yours, it HAS to happen. People like to speed this up using LoA techniques, like scripting (writing down what you want as if you already have it), affirmations (telling yourself the same thing over and over again), or by using State Akin to Sleep (SATS, which is visualizing a scene that implies you already have what you want before you go to sleep). I follow Neville Goddard's teachings and have this ten-books-in-one collection.

Essentially, your imagination powers your reality. We've been taught that we need to react to the 3D reality around us and leave our imagination behind, that nothing is in our control, but this is backwards. We control everything. Our minds are so powerful, and all we have to do is believe (assume) that it's ours. What you desire, desires you, too; otherwise, you wouldn't think of it.

So, you can write down what you want. Make sure it's always in present or past tense; future tense denotes that you don't have what you want and it will forever be out of reach. For example:

"I'm so happy I have ____ [whatever you want]." "I'm grateful that I received a job promotion and raise." "I love my new ____ [apartment/flat, house, car, phone, etc.]."

You get the idea. Same with affirmations, except with affirmations, you can do robotic affirmations and repeat the same thing over and over again when you have nothing else to do or are completing mindless tasks, such as laundry, dishes, cooking, taking a shower, etc. "I'm so rich. I'm so rich. I'm so rich. I'm so rich." Over and over again.

You can say these in your head. You don't have to say them out loud, but it's whatever you prefer.

Before bed, as you're about to doze off to sleep, thinking of a scenario implying you have what you want. There are a few different methods you could use:

You could use the Eavesdropping Method, which is you overhearing someone you're close to tell someone else that you got whatever it is you want. This could be friends, family, or co-workers. You could do the Telephone Method, which is imagining you're on the phone with someone you're close to and they say you got what it is you're wanting. For instance: "Wow, I can't believe you got $5,000." And you'd reply something along the lines of, "Yeah, I manifested it." The last method is you imagining a scenario that implies you already have the thing you want. If it's a car, imagine driving down the road. How does the steering wheel feel underneath your fingers? What does the inside look like? What color is it? If it's a house, imagine walking through the front door. What's the layout? How is it decorated? The more realistic you can make your visualizations, the better.

Pick any of these methods to use before bed as you're drifting off to sleep. Keep looping the scene; it doesn't have to be long--less than 5-10 seconds. When you fall asleep, this scene is the last thing your conscious mind saw before turning off, which means it's impressing on your subconscious mind for 7-8 hours through the night (or however long you sleep). Since your subconscious mind controls your reality, guess what's gonna happen? It's going to do everything it can behind the scenes to make your vision a reality because you're telling it to. This is why there's that saying, "Don't go to bed angry; it'll ruin tomorrow." Neville Goddard says, "Never go to sleep feeling discouraged or dissatisfied. Never sleep in the consciousness of failure."

Don't worry about the how or the when; everything will come together when it's ready. Would you take a dish you're baking out of the oven before it's fully cooked? It's the same with your manifestations. Let the Universe (a.k.a. - you/your mind) handle it.

Whatever you do, DO NOT react to your 3D reality in the sense that you're questioning time and why your desire isn't visible yet. Essentially, you've shown your mind you already have that thing you desire, so when you do a 180 and say, "I don't have this," guess what happens? Your mind goes, "Alright. You don't have this," and you're back at square one. This takes discipline and a good mental diet to achieve. You almost have to be delusional to achieve success. Even if someone else gets that promotion, that house, that person you love, etc., you have to keep saying, "I have this and it's mine." Your 3D reality is on a lag, so you have to keep pretending (using your imagination) until it appears in your reality. Persist, persist, persist. Don't give up.

That's the gist. It's long, I know, but if you follow through and persist, nothing can stop you. You're the creator of your own reality, and once you realize this, there's no stopping what you can achieve.

Some great manifestation gurus I follow on YouTube are:

Sammy Ingram, Free Tea, Dylan James, Indigo Detry, Neyah, Maleeka is my guardian angel, and any videos featuring Neville Goddard's teachings or Dolores Cannon.

#manifestation #manifesting #manifest #how to manifest #law of assumption #neville goddard #dolores cannon #scripting #SATS #visualization #eavesdropping method #telephone method #manifestation techniques #manifestation methods

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reccommend any good book series?>

uh, sure

lets start with the three book series i have had on loop (audiobooks through libby) for the last 4 years:

Temeraire. 9 books. alternate history age of sale, an homage to Aubrey Maturin (the author literally stopped posting fanfic for that series 1 year before she published the first temeraire novel). What is the alternate? Well. dragons exist. and they are people. The premise is a human naval captain finds himself captain in the air force because a dragon imprints on him. Explore how the first napoleonic war goes when dragons are involved both in battle and in politics. I love this series because it scratches a very specific itch for humans and giant monsters bonding and interacting at every level of society. A lot of real historical figures show up (napoleon...). but it never feels forced. Im so bad at selling this series. its really great.

Memoirs of Lady Trent. 5 novels. more dragons ! this time a world similar to ours, but dragons exist! however this time they are animals, not people, and the main character is a fantasy victorian jewish woman who is obsessed with studying dragons and breaks her worlds gender barriers (which are the same as victorian englands were) to achieve her goals. also there's a slow burn romance with a nerdy fantasy muslim man (think indiana jones!!!) and they go on ADVENTURES about ARCHEOLOGY AND NATURALISM (books 3 through 5. i dont want you to think i lied when this man dont show up in books 1 and 2. BUT THERE'S STILL BOTH NATURALISM AND ARCHEOLOGY ADVENTURES IN BOOKS 1 AND 2). I did not see the twist of the series coming either. wild stuff. love it. there's a epilogue 6th book where the characters spend 80% of the time translating ancient tablets and somehow this is incredibly engaging, props to the author. this is a first person POV, the author is writing it as a MEMOIR so you have to imagine this old lady writing this down in her study.

The Murderbot Diaries (5 books, 4 are novellas). Sci-fi, out in space! Mostly taking place in literally capitalist hell region of space called "the corporation rim" which is... ruled by corporations. A lab grown robocop cyborg hacks its programming to become autonomous and wants nothing more than to watch soap operas and be left alone, but of course makes friends along the way as it continues to do its job of protecting humans. the snarky humor is FANTASTIC. its also first person POV and feels like Murderbot cornered you in a seedy space bar on an asteroid and just started ranting about shit "you will not believe the fucking year ive had" and then just rants for hours. Speaking of, 4 hours is the audiobook length for each novella, short enough that you can give the series a try without worrying about length

agatha christie. i mean. the queen of murder mysteries is called that for a reason. her stories are indeed bangers

Howl's Moving Castle. its a 3 book series though the books arent super connected. really fun fantasy adventure comedies.

Ok end of the not kids section. here's the kid section

now bear with me on this. Artemis Fowl. 8 books. I didnt read these until i was an adult, in graduate school. They fucking SLAP. some stuff is a little dated but other than that, its action packed, its so much fun. Go on an adventure where a shitty know-it-all genius criminal master mind becomes a better person and also there's fairy magic and fairy tech (which might as well be a second kind of magic). the main villain? amazing, unhinged, megalomaniac to the max. i love her. the minor villains? also amazing. i cannot overstate how great the villains are in this.

Dealing with Dragons/Enchanted Forest Chronicles. uhhhh this is my special interest. fantasy comedy adventure.

thats all for now i think.

#book recs

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thatgeekyemo · 2 years

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Hope Dangles On A String

peter parker x reader | 3.3k

summery: "So you're telling me you don't know about how Spider-Man killed Mysterio?" You can't have heard that right. Mysterio was dead?

You blinked. "What?"

prompt 5: "Could you hold my hand?", requested by iloveyou3000 on Wattpad

note: I wanna see who gets some references I made. Some are more tricky than the others. (Hint: I've already made one)Also, this was written before NWH came out :)

The library had become one of your favorite places since you came back. It was quiet, filled with knowledge, and always air conditioned.

The library at Midtown School of Science and Technology in particular was a place you spent most of your free time in nowadays. You always got to the school early in the morning and always stayed hours after the school day was over. Ever since The Blip, it had become your second home; it was the most familiar place you could go to. A place where you could re-adjust to the world you grew up in and catch up on the five years of history you missed.

Currently, there weren't many people in the library with you, since school wasn't set to start for another month. But the administration always left the doors open for the book club and Decathlon team. You weren't in either, but as long as you still followed the rules, you were always welcome.

The library was a safe place. No one ever bothered you, and you could always get what you wanted to get done done.

You were friends with the librarian. You even helped out every once in a while. Being surrounded by so much information and stories helped you feel at ease. Helped you feel like you weren't the only person with the loss of them. Like you weren't the only one out of the loop.

With a book open in front of you--about how the world dealt and built itself back up after half its population suddenly disappearing--you tried your hardest to understand how the world functioned when you were gone, having been one of the people that disappeared.

It was a hard thing to wrap your mind around, believing that you had been gone five whole years. Everything just seemed like a blink to you. One second, you were scared for your life, wondering if Iron Man and Spider-Man were ever going to come back from following that alien spaceship into the sky. The next, you found yourself on the floor in a bedroom that wasn't yours, but at the same time was. One second, you had been sitting in dead silence, the next, the air was filled with the ear splitting yell of a young girl, screaming at you like you were an intruder in your own home.

You were.

In what felt like a blink, an entire five years had passed on Earth. Had passed everywhere. People grieved. Then people moved on with their lives.

You, among hundreds of thousands of other people, had to find new homes. New jobs. It was hard to believe that you were thrust five years and two months into the future, when just a second ago, you had been in 2018.

But of course, you knew the entire world couldn't be playing a giant trick. That against all probability, it had actually happened. You had to believe it whether you wanted to or not. This was your life now.

Just as you were getting settled, some boxes in your new room still unpacked, your parents urged you to go on your science class' summer field trip. They, as well as you, had thought that maybe it could help you unwind from the stress of living in a familiar but unfamiliar world.

Instead, Mysterio and the Elementals had happened, and what was supposed to be a relaxing summer vacation turned into looking over your shoulder to make sure another danger wasn't creeping up out of thin air every waking moment.

You had broken down in the airport once it was all over. Once everyone was safe. It was all too much. You didn't understand how people could live their lives like it was normal. How they weren't affected like you were. Too many life changing and endangering events had happened in rapid succession and it was too much for you.

It was Peter who held you then like he always had. It was Peter who pulled you from your spiraling state by making you focus on his voice. It was Peter who held your hand and wouldn't let go until you were okay enough to pull away.

You could always count on him to get you out of a tough place and stick by your side for the entirety of it all. And he didn't ask for anything out of it. Just that you would do the same.

That was a promise you had made to him years ago.

There were two other people in the library with you, not including the librarian, who was in the back room. You took note of them the second they walked in. You didn't know their names, so you figured might have been kids that survived. It was easier for you to keep an eye on everything around you. It made you feel better. The two teens had identical books of their own open in front of them, so you had initially assumed they were in the school's book club. But as the time passed, they disregarded reading and resorted to their phones. It didn't matter to you what they were doing. As long as it didn't break your concentration, they could talk quietly and laugh amongst themselves all they wanted. You didn't bother them, they didn't bother you.

So when you caught them staring, you had tried to disregard it. You hadn't done nothing much other than read the book you had checked out. There was a list of things that made you uncomfortable, and people staring was on it. You could feel their eyes on you as you kept your own trained on the pages in your hands. You knew you hadn't looked bad when you left your house that morning--your clothes were clean, your hair was combed--yet there was something that continued to make you their point of interest. It set you on edge, how their whispering dropped so that even you couldn't hear the words in the silence of the library. You hadn't done anything wrong, so what made you so interesting?

You didn't like being the center of attention. Not more than you already were. People treated you like you were some kind of baby, since you returned. They pitied you. Saw you as someone who needed help. And while you were, you didn't need them butting in. You had your own support group. Your own ways of getting the help you needed. But no one knew. No one really cared. Not unless their 'acts of kindness' were visible for the public to see.

So why single you out now? In the seclusion of the library, where no one else was around?

You thought about leaving, just to get away from their prying eyes. You had noticed them get up and move to a table closer to yours, really not subtlety at all. But then just as you made the decision to pack up once you finished the chapter you were on, you realized that you could hear them. The reason because they moved closer or having raised their voices up for debate.

"But she's his best friend!"

"You can't seriously think she helped him do it, can you?"

"We don't have any proof she didn't!"

They seemed to be arguing. Loud enough for you to hear. Loud enough for you to figure out they were talking about you.

It made your skin crawl. The fact that you were the topic of their conversation, but you had no idea what they were talking about. The fact that they were blaming you for something. You hadn't committed a crime in your life. The closest you'd ever come was bearing witness to more than a few.

You unconsciously found yourself squeezing your fists tight enough that you felt your nails digging into the palms of your hands. Taking a deep breath, you came to the unsettling conclusion that they wouldn't stop unless you dealt with it.

For the first time, you turned your head to look at them. Taking a moment to try and further understand the situation, you watched them. They couldn't have been older than you, they looked around your age. One of two things that stood out from the picture was that the girl had dyed bright pink hair. The other was the bright red news headline that lit up her discarded phone screen.

The boy caught your eyes first, promptly shutting his mouth and a look of fear flickering on his face. His reaction made the girl stop and look over at you, her eyes narrowing instantly. Like you were some kind of suspect. And going off of what you heard them talk about, you might as well be.

Shakily, you stood up and walked over to their table, holding your arms close to your body. You opened your mouth to say something, but you hadn't really thought this through.

After a gulp, you found your voice. But you were starting to feel small under the girls stare. "Hi." You tested carefully, your voice quiet. "Do you- do you need me for something?"

Her eyes lit up like she was just given a gift. The boy just cowered in his seat, like he was ashamed. "Yes, actually!" Her voice was cheerful, but the smile on her face was fake. Her words had a sharp edge to them, and you were afraid that they were nearing to cut you. "You haven't heard the news?"

"Billie, don't." The boy whispered behind her, glancing up, but avoiding your gaze.

"Don't what?" You tried not to flinch as Billie stood up. You couldn't stop yourself from stepping back though. She was taller than you, and her proximity was too close. "What news?"

"About Spider-Man." she stated blankly like she was bored you didn't already know. She paused, and it looked like she was waiting for your reaction. "About Peter Parker."

"No?" You said slowly, confused to hear those names put together like that. You wanted to ask, but that wasn't the point. You wanted them to stop talking about you. If for some reason there was some news involving Peter and Spider-Man that he hadn't told you yet, you were sure to find out soon. And if you didn't, you could just look it up when you got home. "What does it have to do with me?"

"Billie." The boy warned again, but she just sent him a glare.

"Get your phone out."

"I don't--"

"Now!"

"Um," you started to stammer over your words, not understanding what was going on. "Excuse me? I-I don't really want to be recorded--"

"So you're telling me you don't know about how Spider-Man killed Mysterio?"

You can't have heard that right.

Mysterio was dead?

You blinked. "What?"

"Don't play dumb." She snapped, her brows furrowed in determination, making you flinch. The accusation unlike any you had ever heard. "Tell us the truth. Did you help Peter Parker murder Quentin Beck?"

The words hit you like a slap to the face. They didn't sound right. They didn't feel right.

Peter wasn't Spider-Man.

Was he?

And Spider-Man definitely wasn't a murderer.

That you knew for sure.

Did you?

Peter wasn't Spider-Man. He would have told you. And you knew for a fact that Peter wouldn't kill someone. Neither would Spider-Man. And he sure as hell wouldn't have killed another hero.

But that's not what Billie was saying. She was saying that Peter Parker was Spider-Man. That Peter killed Mysterio. Killed Quentin Beck. And that you knew--no. Not knew. Helped him do it.

A hundred things were clawing at your brain, wanting to be spoken all at once. It swarmed in your head, bombarding your thoughts. It was hard, but you managed piece together a single sentence. Albeit choppy. "I don't-- I have no idea what you're talking about." You breathed out shakily.

"It's a simple question: did you, or did you not?" Billie asked again, her voice more insistent this time. The boy fumbled with his phone as she stepped forward, forcing you back.

"No!" You said as firmly as you could, tripping over your feet. If it wasn't for the table you were sitting at to catch you, you would have fallen. "I didn't even-- I didn't even know!" Why couldn't she hear the truth in your voice?

All comfort you found in the library disappeared in an instant. The silence you adored felt deafening. The calm was suffocating.

"How am I supposed to believe you? You're his best friend! Everyone knows that! You had to know something." She spouted the accusations as easily as popping a bubble. "Ryan, are you getting this on camera? Every news outlet is looking for any known associates, and we need this proof!"

"Who- who the hell do you think you are?" You could feel your own voice breaking as you continued to back away until you felt the strap of your bag hanging off the back of the chair you were sitting in. You snatched up the book you were reading and almost missed shoving it in. "I told you I don't want to be recorded! Leave- leave me alone!"

You grabbed your things and ran for the door, but the words continued to follow you.

Spider-Man killed Mysterio?

Did you help Peter Parker murder Quentin Beck?

You heaved a breath, the feeling of it getting harder and harder to breathe quickly overcoming you.

You didn't understand.

What was going on?

The sunlight seemed too harsh as you nearly fell over yourself outside. You didn't stop though. Not until Billie and Ryan gave up on chasing you. Until you were far away from the library. And only then did you stop only to breath so you wouldn't collapse.

It looked like the world was frozen. Their eyes glued to the nearest screen available. Phones, shop televisions. Any screen on any one of the hundreds of skyscrapers surrounding you.

And they all read the same thing.

London Attack Revelations: Spider-Man responsible for Hero Mysterio's Death

THEDAILYBUGLE.NET EXCLUSIVE: Peter Parker revealed as the murderer behind the mask of the menace known as the 'Spider-Man'

Voices overlapped in your head. The people around you reacting. The different news stations relaying each other. Your own.

But what stood out the most was the shaky video on display directly across the street from you.

You didn't recognize the man, but you recognized the suit. This man was Mysterio. Beck. Beat up with blood on his face and surrounded by broken glass.

And the words came right from him mouth.

"Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!"

You felt your senses dulling around you then. The only thing you could hear was the rapid beating of your own heart trying to keep you alive.

So many secrets. So many truths. Too many.

You felt yourself loosing your grip, but no one was there to stop you from falling.

Usually Peter did that.

But Peter wasn't there.

Peter was Spider-Man?

Peter was a murderer?

A loud roar from a gathering crowd was enough to get you moving, even though you felt--well, you didn't know how you felt.

Your feet moved without much thought. Bringing you to the one place where you thought you could be safe. Where you could lock the door and cover your ears and close your eyes and wish it would all go away. That you would wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Your feet moved, and you mindlessly made it back to your empty apartment.

It wasn't home. You home had been taken away from you. The walls were empty. The furniture brand new.

Your hands shook as you locked the door behind you. That's when you lost the sliver of control you had, sliding down against the front of the door in a gasp that let everything flood you.

Tears burned against your skin as they streamed down your face. Tears of confusion. Tears of hurt. Tears of anger. Tears of any reason you could possibly think of.

It was a lot to comprehend at once.

Too much.

A frantic knocking on your door made you flinch and let out a yelp. You scrambled away, barely standing yourself up when you heard a voice.

"Y/N?" It was Peter. "Are you-- are you in there?"

Oh God, it was Peter. Standing on the other side of your apartment door. Sounding the most scared you've ever heard him in his entire life.

You stayed silent.

"Y/N, please-please. I can hear you,"

And you could hear just how much he was pleading. How his voice was shaking with every syllable.

"Please let me in. I can-- I don't know what you've heard yet, but I can explain everything. But I really need you to let me in. You're all I have left and I know-- I know it's selfish, but, Y/N, you're my only hope."

You're breathing became heavier and it held like someone was squeezing your heart in their fist.

You couldn't leave him out there.

But in a quick motion, you reached forward and unlocked the door.

Once the locked clicked, the door opened and Peter stepped in faster than you could register, locking the door again behind him. "Y/N, I'm so sorry--"

You backed away from him. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't make you leave." You demanded, the words sounding more foreign than a different language as they left your mouth.

Peter's expression was heartbreaking. His hair darker and plastered to his face from sweat. His eyes glossed over with tears already threatening to spill. A look of hurt painted over his face like it was a damaged canvas.

"L-look, I know about everything that they're saying about me out there, and-and I know how it sounds. Y/N, I'm not asking you to like me right now or even trust me until you sort things out because I know this is too much so fast. And I'm so, so sorry. But I'm alone and I'm afraid and all I'm asking is could you please just hold my hand? Even if you can only do it for a little bit?"

Your eyes didn't leave Peter.

They couldn't.

You didn't see Spider-Man as you looked at him. You didn't see someone capable of killing someone in cold blood.

All you saw was the boy who held you when times got rough.

The boy who defended you from bullies even if it meant he would be going home with a black eye.

The boy who stayed up with you all hours of the night when you woke up from a bad dream.

The boy who cared about you more than he cared about himself.

The boy who held your hand through it all.

And here he was. In front of you. Asking you to do the same.

After all, you had promised.

Peter Parker wasn't a murderer. That, you were sure of. The odds could be stacked against him twenty times over and you still wouldn't believe it.

But everyone wasn't like you. The world believed it. And the world was after him.

You looked at the boy. Peter wasn't a murderer, but he was broken. Broken over and over so many times, that he's now unable to put himself back together all alone.

You looked at the boy who held your hand all those years, and was asking the simple thing of you: to hold his back.

You looked at Peter, and all you could see was someone who needed you the way you needed him. The boy who has always needed you the way you needed him.

And now more than ever.

You cleared your mind enough to focus on that one thing. If you had learned anything, is that you needed to take the road to recovery one step at a time. And you already know what the first step was. What you had to do.

You take his hand.

A fractured smile twitched on his lips as he held on tight, heavy with the fear that you might let go. But you already made up your mind, despite what you knew you were going to have to do. Knowing that when the time came, you would have to turn your back on the world. To protect Peter. Because he needed you like you needed him.

"I can do more than that."

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surrealsunday · 3 months

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hey jaime, how are you??

i just come by to wish you a happy new year! (kinda late but it’s still january so it still counts 😌) i hope you have a great end of 2023 :))

also with a friend we were talking and we suddenly thought abt punzel!lucas/elu and we were wondering how these two lovebirds were doing and what would they be up to now, according to you 🤔👀 lowkey miss them now ngl sjdbdh (as well as the canon version of course)

can you believe this year is marking the five years of skam france s3, 5 YEARS OF ELU…

BTW HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW MAXEL CONTENT RECENTLY??? well literally all january we were being fed really well (individually and tgt) 😌 AND WE ALSO GOT MAXEL SELFIES IN BIG 2024 I VANT STOP SMILING THINKING ABT IT (sorry i’m freaking out again sjdbdh) their friendship is just so special and warms my heart sm every time it crosses my mind 💙

anyways i’ll stop my rant bc otherwise i could go on for hours 😭 wish you a wonderful evening/day and sending you lots of hugs and strength and luck 🫶🏻

Marieeeeee hiiiiiiiiii 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! It was so nice to see a message from you! And a happy new year to you too!

I'm ok - I both can't believe it's gonna be the end of January and also can't believe it's still January 😂. Work has not stopped being insane since I took over this new position but I'm thankfully still loving it. And I'm especially loving living in a place where I am no longer dealing with -40 celcius through the winter 😅. I hope your holiday season and start of the new year has been going fabulously for you!

And 5 years? 5 YEARS?! How is that even possible omg 😭😭😭. That calls for a rewatch, I think. My babies 🥹. And the Maxel content yessss! I love you for linking posts thank you! One of my friends thankfully sends me things because I would end up missing them on social media otherwise. Honestly the joy their friendship brings me. 5 years and those boys are still tight. I love them so much. Also the fact that Rocco was looped into their little friend group and we have actual pics of Maxence with Rocco AND Axel? Truly... life has been good to us 😌😂.

And Punzel babies? Well, they're living their happy life together in their flat. Eliott definitely refers to Lucas as his husband even though - as Lucas insists - they're too young to get married. Eliott thinks that's nonsense because he's been waiting what amounts to their entire lives and obviously they're going to be together for life anyways. But for that same reason, he's not too fussed about it - official papers or not, they are married in his mind. They've definitely added to their little fam and have a cat in addition to their pup Pascale. The cat absolutely rules their home (as cats are known to do) and is the only one who can get Pascale to stop being mouthy (Huskies you know 😂). Lucas would definitely complain the cat doesn't like him and play up that they have some sort of nemesis relationship. Only Eliott has caught Lucas curled up asleep on the couch with the kitty on his chest wrapped up in his arms more than once. Eliott would be a little jealous about the fact that he's the one who dotes on the kitty but she still seems to be an utter suck for Lucas... only, he's the exact same way so he can't blame her 😌. Second to Lucas, her fave is Idriss. Because this cat has ✨taste✨. I'm trying to think what they would name their kitty... probably something Rapunzel adjacent because they're saps... but I don't have a name popping to mind just yet.

And of course there are the fun dynamics of their relationship that they will probably always be figuring out. Like Lucas realizing (and relishing) in the power he has over Eliott and the way he can make Eliott's brain short circuit in any variety of ways (like saying something incredibly explicit in the middle of much more innocent activities like cooking dinner). Then Eliott will remember he no longer holds his Punzel in the 'look but don't touch' category and things work out quite nicely for both of them 😌. Basically... they're living their best lives figuring out adulthood and now jobs together ❤️.

Sending you all the love and hugs back!

#sweetest people #Punzel fic

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faegoddessog · 1 year

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 5/41

Chapter 5: "Show Me"

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fingering, oral male receiving, and unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!)

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes wishes involved here.

Chapter 5: "Show Me"

“At first, I sit like this,” you move to straddle him on the couch, his hands naturally come to your waist, “your hands slide up my back as we kiss.”

You hold his face in your hands and deeply kiss him for several minutes, feeling the fullness of his lips, tongues dancing together, gently biting lips. You pull back and run a finger tip down your neck to your cleavage, and guide his hands to your covered breasts.

“Then you kiss your way down here as I take off my bra," you reach around to unhook your bra.

“Allow me,” he drawls in a low voice that is as much Elvis as Austin that makes your toes curl. He reaches around to your back, hot breath on your neck. The hooks release and the fabric falls away.

He starts to kiss his way down your front. Slipping a nipple into his mouth when he gets there and gently sucking as he massages your other breast.

You exhale a little moan, running your fingers through his black hair.

As he pulls away, your nipple pops out of his mouth. Zings of pleasure shoot to your lower belly. As he is doing the same to the other breast, his hand slides down to adjust his still concealed cock and on the way back he traces along your inner thigh with his long fingertips. Your butt clenches as your hips push forward, wanting him to rub your covered crotch.

He stops before he gets there. You whimper just a bit. You feel, as much as hear, his throaty chuckle on your nipple before he pulls his mouth away.

“Now, what?” he whispers, looking up at you from under his eyelashes.

“Your shirt comes off so I can feel your skin on mine,” you breathe, playing with the collar of his shirt.

He deftly undoes the first few buttons on his shirt with one hand. You help pull the shirt over his head. Then he pulls you in, your breasts on his bare chest as your lips and tongues meet. You savor his slow kisses, bare torsos pressing together.

Both his and your hands are exploring, your hips act like they have a mind of their own rocking back and forth in his lap. His fingers hook onto the belt loops of your cutoffs and guide your moving hips. You can feel his hard cock through all the layers of fabric.

“Let’s get these off," you say, pressing away from him, standing and indicating your shorts. He takes it upon himself to unbutton and unzip you, then slides his hands along the skin of your hips under the shorts. Pushed off your hips, they fall to the floor.

He stops for a second when he sees your panties, looks up at you inquiringly, "Well that's unexpected."

You look down and realize you have on your unicorn ‘ MeUndies’ panties. You could be embarrassed, but instead you start laughing, which makes him laugh too.

"What, I think my cheery unicorns add a certain 'je ne sais quois'. Besides, they are the most comfy undies on the planet,” you say, bravely defending your tush. "You should get some."

"I'm not sure I could pull off unicorn panties." He jests, toying with your waistband.

"Oh, you can, you could pull anything off," you lean down to kiss him as he pulls them down to your ankles. “See, you *can* pull them off,” you say against his lips.

He looks down , shaking his head and chuckling, “I see what you did there.”

He pulls you down into a deep kiss sitting next to him on the couch. You lay back along the length of the couch, your knees shyly angled towards one another.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me”, his voice sounds like whiskey and honey.

You close your eyes and start to touch your breasts, rolling your nipples between your forefinger and thumb.

You hear unbuckling and unzipping. Looking up at him, he stands up and lets his pants and (basic) underwear puddle around his feet. Silhouetted by the light from behind, his gorgeous cock juts out proud from his lean frame. Why do skinny guys always seem to have big cocks. Damn.

He sits back down. God you want him in you. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. It doesn't matter as long as he gives it to you. He takes one long fingered, sensual hand and pulls your knee out to the side, rubbing down your inner thigh. Exposing your pussy to him. The other hand is gently stroking himself.

“Show me,” he quietly demands.

You reach down, with a flat hand you start pressing and rubbing your labia, slowly at first, the wetness escaping and spreading between your fingers. You pinch the base your lips together just behind your clit, then spread them widely exposing your clit to the colder air, gasping as you do so. You repeat this once, twice more. Then your fingers slide on either side of your clit, slowly rubbing front and back. It's too soon to dive right for it. You want this to build up and last. He is looking at your pussy with hungry eyes. A little moan escapes his lips.

“My god that is beautiful,” he whispers to himself.

Your two fingers creep forward and start to slide inside your pussy, then out and around your clit, back and forth your rub yourself for a min or two.

It is so hot masturbating for Austin. You hear his breathing punctuated by quiet, closed mouth groans from the back of his throat, although he isn’t really doing more than holding his cock.

Good, you think, I want to get him off.

As your right hand is rubbing your clit lightly side to side, your left hand fingers start playing at your hole. As you rub yourself, little pants and moans escape your lips. You find this taste of exhibitionism so erotic. You stop touching yourself before you orgasm, balling your fists and pressing your legs together as you inhale shaking your hips just a little.

You open your eyes to find Austin staring at you a little open mouthed.

“Did you just cum here right in front of me before I got to help?” he sounds a little disappointed.

“Not quite, that was just a little preview, when I orgasm, you won’t miss it, I promise," you reassure him.

Sitting up you kiss him. Then reach down to his cock, your thumb rubbing the fluid dripping out of the tip. He gasps a little bit.

"Now I'm going to show you what I'm thinking about doing when I touch myself," you say in his ear.

Positioning yourself on the floor in front of him, you run your tongue along the underside from his balls to the tip. Licking your lips to get them nice and wet you start to lower your mouth onto him. Just a bit at first, then going deeper and deeper with each pass, rolling your tongue on the underside of his head as you come to the tip. He moans and thrusts forward as you go down. He hits the back of your throat, making you gag just a bit, bringing up that spit that is really viscous. You pull back to spread it, making his cock slick with lube.

“Oh geeze, I’m sorry?” he says, a little concerned.

”Oh, no, I’m good,” coming off his tip looking up at him, holding his shaft.

“God that is hot when you look up at me,” he breathes.

You answer by sliding your mouth and hand slowly down his shaft while staring into his eyes. He moans. You increase your speed, and his hand goes to your head, lightly tangling hair in his grip. Your spit is dripping off his balls. You feel him start to thrust into your mouth wanting more. After a few more strokes you pull away, chin dripping with spit, edging him just a bit.

He loosens his grip on your hair and chuckles in his throat, smile on his face, shaking his head.

"What?" you ask, slightly self conscious.

"There is this clip of Elvis," he explains, "he's backstage and he's talking to his friends, he says 'that girl I was with last night, she gave me the best head I've ever had in my life' well now I know exactly what he meant." His Elvis voice was a dead ringer, and starts a little fire in your belly that you didn't expect.

“I'll take that as a compliment," standing up, you give a little mock curtsey. “It turns me on to suck cock, I get so…” You grab his hand and press it to your pussy. “..very wet.”

He pushes his long middle finger through your lips to your sopping entrance, making you inhale.

“Oh my, yes you are,” pulling his hand away, finger glistening, he licks his finger, "Mmm, you taste good too.”

Damn, that is hot.

You straddle his lap once again, kissing him intently, tasting your slickness on his tongue while rubbing your wet pussy along the length of his cock, teasing your clit with his hardness. You continue to slide along his length, not giving him the satisfaction of entering into you quite yet. Your hands are clasped behind his neck, forehead to forehead.

“I want to watch you as I sink onto your cock," you whisper.

His eyes are locked on yours as you position his tip at your entrance and slide down inch by inch. His eyes widen, his pupils blown with desire. His gorgeous lips part. He inhales a gasp as your hot wetness engulfs him and he pushes up to meet you.

You smile deviously. God he feels better than you had imagined and hits you in all the right places.

His hands are gripping your hips guiding you as you start to move on his cock. You move one of his thumbs around the front to rub on your clit. ‘Ohs’ and “Yes” and undistinguished moans escaping from your lips and his. He starts to thrust in time with you. After a few minutes, you feel your orgasm build up, up, up then break in a rush from your center.

“Oh fuck yes” you scream with your head tossed back. Your back arches and Austin keeps thrusting. Your hips angle forward, causing his dick, buried deep inside, to rub against your g spot You shake and shiver as the sensations roll through your body, and you grind into him. He slows his thrusting into you as you groan and grind onto his hand. The tidal wave subsides and you try to catch your breath slumped forward.

“Oh my god that was hot,” his arms wrap around you. He pulls you off his lap to push you back down onto the couch. He guides and pushes his cock, tense with need, back between your engorged labia. One leg on the floor and one knee on the couch, he buries himself in you. Now he is in control, he starts diving in and out of you with long, even strokes.

You reach down to feel him sliding in and out of you. He starts to quicken his pace. You can't help but play with your clit. After a couple minutes you find you are close to cumming again. He is thrusting into you, his face starting to screw up.

“Oh. Fuck, geeze that… feels …. so…” you don’t know if he completed his sentence because you are screaming, “Yes, Yes, Yes YESSSSS!” As you come again. Flooding his dick in your juices.

He is shaking, head thrown back, his Adam's apple prominent and screaming a guttural “Ahhhhh” as he thrusts deep and cums inside you. You buck on his cock, riding that orgasmic wave with him.

He lays down on you, holding his own body weight up a bit, so he isn’t crushing you, as all gentlemen do. You wrap your legs and arms around him as you both breathe raggedly. When your heart rate and breathing are slowing down, he looks down at you and kisses you.

“You weren’t kidding about knowing when you cum.” he says.

“Yeah,” you say laughing, feeling euphoric, "thank you, I needed that.”

He pulls back , brows furrowed just a bit. "No girl has ever thanked me for sex before. I should be thanking you.”

“Hey, gratitude goes both ways. But really? No one?” Dang, some women just don’t know when they’ve been given a gift!

“Nope. And thank you. I think the next three days are going to be fun.” “Oh yeah," you giggle softly.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic

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styrmwb · 6 months

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Favorite Final Fantasy Music (FFXI - Treasures of Aht Urhgan)

What do you do after you kill god? You go have an unrelated adventure! And then you get horribly abused by a terrible cat lady. (If Dawntrail really wants to be Aht Urhgan 2 they gotta have Naja in it) Anyways, this is the 3rd FFXI expansion! The whole thing takes place in a middle eastern type setting (or more like the fantastical arabian nights type) which I really liked cause I feel like you just don't see it often? At least in FF it isn't common at all. Also, unlike CoP, I think the soundtrack excels in both battle and world music, which I absolutely love.

5. Delve This is just one of those songs that is the epitome of the XI sound to me. The snare backing, the horns and strings, and also whatever instrument you'd like to call the main melody (it's like a weird wind horn or something but I like it). Not much else to say cause overall it's very similar to the base game Battle Theme but I like it for a lot of the same reasons.

4. Mercenaries' Delight Song That Plays As You Kill 1,000,000 Colibri. This is the other party group battle theme, but unlike Delve for dungeons, this is outdoors. I love the bass track sounding like a fun arcade-like hit, giving the song a unique sound with the rest of the instruments also being very classic XI. The flute trilling high at the top of the song is very addictive to listen to, and the fact that I'm not sick of it after several hours of grinding speaks volumes.

3. Rapid Onslaught -Assault- Speaking of addictive songs, this is absolutely one. I wish I was good at calling out what tempos are, cause I absolutely love this song's; it feels like constant triplets. The percussion and bass, as usual, is absolutely killer, then you throw in the main synth melody, and I could listen to this shit for hours. The piano in the middle is a beautiful little interlude, before going back into the synth again for a triumphant finale.

2. Bustle of the Capital Main city theme! I think a lot of the reason I love this song is because it reminds me of World of Warcraft, the drums being the same sound as the music in Zangarmarsh there. But this is perfect for where it takes place, sounding a lot different from the other city themes you've encountered so far, which makes sense! You're far away from all of them, engrossed in a different culture now. I love how on the second "loop" of the song it gets more upbeat, bringing in that bustle the title talks about, using more strange sounds for the melody that I can't quite describe cause I don't know words.

1. Eastward Bound... This is the song that plays when you're on the ship heading to Aht Urhgan. It sounds like... it sounds like you're riding an airplane. I get a picture in my mind of one of those really big fancy international planes with the 3 columns of seats and there's a tv for everyone and there's like two sets of stewards/stewardesses on each side, and then like the camera zooms out and shows the sky while the announcer for the commercial tells you to come fly with this specific brand of flight. Sorry, ramble, but hopefully you get what I'm saying??? Love the midi ass piano/guitar that starts the song, and the bwoo bwooooo sound used for the main instrument. This song ls literally perfect for international travel, which is what it's used for! So they killed it. Actually perfect sound, and I loved hearing this to start out the expansion.

Honorable mentions go to: Illusions in the Mist, Jeweled Boughs, Ululations from Beyond, and Run Chocobo Run!

#final fantasy #final fantasy xi #textpost #jared's final fantasy music opinions

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thecorbyin · 2 years

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Funny/weird things my TF2 alters do/have done

Scout

Begged my friend to let him take a bite out of their fried chicken leg and cried when they said no.

Ate shaving cream on accident.

Flirted with my friend and then screamed at the top of his lungs with horror when he found out she was 15.

Tried to stop a period with... bandaids. Not kidding.

DOESN'T WASH HIS FUCKING HANDS after going piss.

Threw a tantrum at all of my friends because our world doesn't have Bonk!.

Soldier

Fronted just to scream at the wall for like 5 minutes.

My friend (the same one Scout begged for chicken) was working on their school computer. We sit in front of them. Soldier turned around, grabbed the back of their laptop, and slammed it onto the desk so he could see the screen. My friend pulled it back up. Soldier slammed it back down. Repeat like 20 actual times until my friend sighed, pulled up pictures of WWII, and gave the laptop to Soldier so he could look at them.

Tried to purchase an absurd amount of cream cheese online. Became upset because we dont have a credit card. Tried to purchase a credit card online.

Asked my friend if she was a communist and then threw the apple he was eating at her when she said yes. Then he picked that apple up off of the floor and continued to eat it. And then threw it at her a second time. And then ate more of it off the floor.

Played Meep City on Roblox and got really upset when people called him a Trump Supporter. Also told about 50 people on there that he would fight for their "God given rights to be LGBT". (nice)

Sniper

Listened to Lola by The Kinks for about two hours on loop, then turned on Jimmy Hendrix. Got very mad when I turned off Jimmy Hendrix.

Tried to eat tree bark.

Told my cousin he would break into their house and beat the shit out of their mom.

Pointed to my friend and said "that sheila is a crazy bitch." Outloud.

Yelled at all of my friends for calling his accent gay.

Cried over the fact that Pixel (my cat) is small.

Spy

Intentionally started drama between two of my friends and still happily asks me for updates.

Observed all of my friends for about 5 minutes and decided he likes none of them.

Drinks cranberry juice like it's a fine wine.

Refuses to front when we're eating school food because it's "repulsive".

Also cried over Pixel being small.

Demoman

Woke up not knowing where he was, screamed in fear, and then left front immediately after.

Fronted just to call my friend a "wee lil cunt" and then left again.

Medic

Asked my cousin for one of his teeth, became confused as to why he declined.

Befriended a literal walking corpse from my friend's system.

Tries to "kill my friends with his mind". (He just stares at them for like three minutes and then gets disappointed.)

Talked about TF2 with my friend and then laughed when they asked if he and Heavy were "good pals." Informed them that he's dating Heavy. Laughed harder when my friend's mouth dropped in shock.

Heavy

He's never fronted on his own but sometimes he comes into the frontspace while Medic is there to show him a funny picture of a bird.

Engineer

Fronted at work for like two seconds today to steal a piece of bacon and shove it in his mouth. I respect the grind.

Got pissed off at my Theatre Tech teacher for taking 40 minutes to explain how to work a machine he already knew how to work.

Gets so mad when we listen to anything that isn't country music.

Pyro

Burned our hand on accident and then cried for 15 minutes thinking they would get in trouble.

Listens to nothing but things like "Do you Believe in Magic", "Lollipop", "Mr Sandman", etc.

Tried to wear a plague doctor mask to school to cover our face.

Eats sweets for every meal and cannot be trusted to eat meals in front alone.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #soldier is like the strangest one #but scout is also really weird #medic is medic

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nad-zeta · 2 years

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Morning coffee

Fandom: Tears of Themis

Pairings: Darius x Reader

Eeeeek Happy Birthday MAMAAAAA @moonlit-stargazer!!!☺😳😳! Gaaaaaaah can you believe it! How fast time flies! I hope you have a truly wonderful day mamaaaa and get spoiled rotten ❤❤😳Love you so so much mama! I hope all your dreams come true❤May this year treat you with all the love and kindness! My wish is that you put yourself first this year and take care of yourself! HOPE YOU EAT MORE CAKE AND CANDY THAN HUMANLY POSSIBLE ❤☺I Am so happy to have met and gotten to know you mamaaa! You are a truly wonderful person and ya make my heart so happy! Thanks for being such a wonderful friend! Let me stop before i get toooo sappy! ❤❤❤❤❤ also this is in collab with the wonderfully talented Albyyyyy @alby-rei ... ill link the super pretty cards tomorrow 🥺🥺🥺

*:・’ﾟ:｡.*:ﾟ･’ﾟﾟ:。’ .*:・’ﾟ:｡.*:ﾟ･’ﾟﾟ:。’･ﾟ｡.*:・’ﾟ: ｡.*:・’ﾟ:｡.*:ﾟ･’ﾟﾟ:。’ .

The phone alarm had sounded for the 2nd time already. And Darius, with sleep riddled eyes drooping with the heavy stains of black — the true tellings of a workaholic hard at work— let go of a loud groan, blindly tapping around his desk to extinguish the menace interrupting his slumber.

He could barely lift his head from the position on his desk, crink in his neck, completely locked from the awkward position he had taken up, "resting his eyes." He knew what you would tell him if you saw him in this old man state of his, "divine punishment," and for once, he could agree; after all, slaving away over the latest case until daybreak was a hell of his own making.

You, after all, had one rule, no work after 10 pm. But this case had been on his mind since coming back from the office, and he knew if he had gone to bed last night, he might very well have spent the evening staring up at the ceiling thinking about the closed folder calling his name.

In a series of 6 alarms, the third sounded, and a dull headache started to drum against his skull. He wondered if he had just left it, if it would eventually turn itself off, or would it first wake the whole household. Between a state of wake and sleep, he managed to silence it.

With the fourth going off, he finally managed to hoist his heavy head up, supported only by the numb pillar of his arm, while the other dragged the open case file closer. Surely, he would be able to get a few more hours of grinding in before making his way to the station.

By the time alarm 5 continued on and on and on, Captain Morgan had lost a losing battle, looking very much like a drunken captain on his trusty ship, swaying with the waves on his only good leg.

Oh, but he could sense you coming, even in his drunken sleep. His partner in crime and second in command.

The Softballs of your feet hit the off-white carpet and stopping short of the door.

"I love you, Darius, I really do," despite his state, the inklings of a smile began to form as he could almost picture the way your brows pulled together, hand resting on your hip, boring a hole in the back of his head— the exact same way you always did when he neglected his health.

"Honestly, sometimes," he knew you like the palm of his hand; by now, you were shaking your head and creeping closer, the promises of a long sigh to follow.

And there it was, tickling his ears at the same time the aroma of the freshly brewed dark roast hit his nose. Oh, how he fell in love with you over and over again, especially in that moment that you silenced that wretched alarm. What would he do without you? It certainly was a miracle that he had found someone who'd put up with his shit in the first place.

"Morning," you chimed with arms looped around his shoulders, mouth pressed briefly against his past 6 O'clock shadow.

"Mornin," he rasped out the first words of the day, pulling the sides of his mouth up even further to give a lopsided grin, which immediately turned into a scowl as you swiftly left his office to get ready for your own busy day ahead.

Blindly reaching over, he brought the caffeine to his lips, and inhaled deeply, letting the caramelised nutty aroma wash over him. Coffee to him was like Rum was to thee Captain Morgan. A past self that felt like a lifetime ago yet never forgotten with permanent evidence skittered across his chest, three sheets to the wind.

He tipped to take the first sip of the day with a contented huff, and suddenly the world seemed to make sense. Bitter taste smoothed across his palate and kick-started his day.

The harsh lines indenting his face eased and smooth with each gulp, as scowl turned impassive, and finally to dimpled half-smirk.

Setting the mug down and pulling himself closer to his desk, he knew his fingers wouldn't be the only thing cracked that morning.

#tears of themis #darius morgan #tot #tot darius #tears of themis darius #Mamaaas birthday 2022 #Eeeeeek lets party!!!#Hope ya have the absolute best day mamaaaa #whoooop whooooop #And that the day is filled with surprises

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agentjazzy · 1 year

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GOD

just played the most intense game of evil dead the game In My Life (or, er, in the 111 hours I've put into it, lol)

under the cut for nerd shit/game lingo/long recap

i've only ever solo q'd, so every game is a surprise, but this one, oh my godddddd

started with a team of Ruby, Hunter Ash, Support Ash, and, me, Warrior Ash! (I upgraded him to level 25 last night, and am working on prestiging him 😊) meanwhile, the demon picked Baal

the demon found us right when we found the first page tho 😔 they tried the possession>trap loop, but since we were grouped up at the time, it didn't work

then, we split off a bit, half looting and half getting the pages - it kinda worked? the demon would down someone, but the other would revive them/run then resurrect

after we got all pages, we grouped up at the 1st objective, and, uh. didn't do too good. support ash went down early and the demon put up so many portals we couldn't revive him in time. same w/ hunter ash. me and ruby secured the point though 😎

we were next to misery manor, so obvi we started looting because we were Low On Shemps

weren't quick enough bc the demon showed up and downed support ash 😔 we all killed the possessed unit, and hunter ash grabbed the soul to revive but then.. support ash disconnected. UGH.

Hard to tell if it was intentional or not, bc there's been A Fair Amount of unintended disconnects (but also intentional.... 😑)

but anyway, we persevered! because, why not? 2nd objective was on the opposite end of the map (below fishing village) so we ended up separating by virtue of speed, hunter ash in the lead and me in the back. saw that they kept getting possessed so there might've been some trap looping happening, but idk

anyway we had No Shemps, there was 6 minutes on the timer, and we were Right Next to fishing village so I looted 1 building and found 2 shemps

meanwhile, Ruby was downed 😶 SO. I get her soul and revive her, while Hunter Ash is dealing with HORDES. there's less than 5 minutes left, we HAVE TO start point, and... Hunter Ash goes down.

I proceed to ignore him 😅 and go up to the objective and then. can't. start it. bc THERE'S SO MANY PORTALS. there's like. 4 minutes left. I manage to start it and then it's me and ruby for, like. 20 seconds. then she goes down 😭 i can't revive bc there's HORDES and I am at QUARTER HEALTH and I'm barely able to use a shemp before I get hit

At this point I'm, like, positive I'm playing a losing game. I have less than half health. I'm all alone on a demon-occupied point. I started this point with 4 minutes and something seconds left on the timer - I'm pretty sure that, all alone, that objective timer isn't gonna go up fast enough.

and there's HORDES of basics and elites around me. so.

I activate my ability to get that tiny amount of health back, then start CUT SCENE-ING the SHIT out of everyone

I am SLAMMING on that finisher button. just Warrior Ash against the entire fucking world. the demon just keeps dropping more and more portals - which, thank GOD they didn't possess anyone; I would've gone down, no doubt in my mind - and I just keep entering cutscnes with my basic chainsaw

(which, sidenote: 99% sure that Hunter Ash had a Legendary chainsaw. what the heck........ I mean, it worked out in my low health favor, as I definitely wouldn't have been able to cutscene with it. but. cmon. principle of the matter.)

ANYWAYS. the timer on the game is counting down when. oh my god. Objective Complete. Everyone is resurrected. It was a MIRACLE.

anyway we made it to ancient ones, though we Did split up (I found 2 more shemps on the way) we knocked it down to the 2nd bar, but then Ruby got downed. I grabbed her soul, but was JUST too late to resurrect her before the storm covered the alter. bummer

I got back, hunter ash was down and died too. the 2 shemps didn't last very long 😔 so I died shortly after, so demon won

but besides that. god. what a game. 10/10. demon was great, though they could've won if they possessed an elite unit at any given time I was alone. Very happy they didn't, because it turned out I downed 94 basic unites and 40-ish elite units - amazing progress towards my prestige 😌

#evil dead the game #jazzy keeps blogging til the blog ends

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adriannanderson · 1 year

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Sudden stop

Hi sweet boy

We wonder if uncle Sam was able to join you when his earthly life ended last week

Our hope is that the two of you are together

Sober Sam is one of the coolest people you'll ever meet

He'll make you laugh a lot 🥰

Layten is still with us, and we are working on ensuring he gets to stay with us until he's an adult

I told someone yesterday that I always wanted 2 kids by 30 and have been blessed with 5 kids by 42

You just never know what your life may bring

The loss of another brother, and the loss of a father, has been nothing less than miserable for our family

We are pretty well versed on grief, as we've handled our share of people we love gone too soon

But it turns out, this loss is setting us back significantly

Since Uncle Sam's passing, your dad has been wound up and hurting in a way I have not seen since he lost you

There are a lot of dynamics causing that, but the root is certainly grief

The same day that I was admitted to the hospital, he began having extreme pain in his abdomen that they suspect are a reaction to a faulty gall bladder

So my right hand man, the guy that always steps in when I'm unable to be somewhere, is out of commission too

I ended up being admitted after I have been experiencing extreme fatigue since Sam passed

I just know grief is heavy and I knew this valley is deep, but I'll come out on the other side

This would be no different

But overall felt like I was handling things ok!

Day to day life was at an all time high, as far as responsibilities this week - 4 track meets, 3 that I haven't been able to attend bc of my health, as well as preschool conferences that I had to reschedule, and most important of all, Coops junior prom

Meetings, decorating, after prom responsibilities

Pictures to be taken and places to be that require a shower and looking decent

Except I can't stand long enough without getting weak

I just can't even think on it for 2 seconds without getting tears

I really wanted that day to just be about your big brother

He assures me that he will not be bummed if I can't be there, that it will be ok

But he doesn't know a mama's heart

It will not be ok for a few

But there is still a chance I could rally before then

Today is really really hard and does not make me feel like tomorrow is going to be an option

I overdosed myself on calcium (note to others, you CAN eat too many tums!) Then had a very serious panic attack - either brought on by the calcium or the long list of things scrolling through my head on repeat

Either way, my heart rate and BP were very high for hours, one med that they had me try to lower calcium per Mercy dropped my BP so fast I could no longer move my limbs or talk like normal - that one goes in my chart as NO THANKS NEVER AGAIN

There were talks of sending me north and I did NOT want that. I was receiving so much care and support from our wayne county hospital staff that I knew could not be topped in a large facility

I was able to get some sleep about 430 am - 9am Thursday morning

When I woke, my nurse told me that my calcium level was down to 11 from over 14 and that I was able to go home

Music to my ears

But how did they check my level??

Oh ya know, just took blood while I was passed the heck out!

Lolol that was a first for me!

Thursday was sleep, all day and all night

Today I'm awaiting news on newest levels, and continuing to rest, as my head and body are too cloudy to do much else

I've been crying on and off since Wednesday, and decided I had to write to you

To try and empty my mind and relieve myself of the loop in my mind

House - a mess

Laundry - will never be done

Dogs - need baths

Work - Preschool conferences and DK/K recommendations - now I have to reschedule everyone during the 1st week of ball practice😭😭😭

Em - where's she going after school? Moms, Shelbys, cierras…..

Coop has study table - does he need help getting that grade up or is he just being lazy and not turning stuff in

Carsyn - are we helping her make the right decisions concerning how she spends her time? She's really worried about her mom.I think and I hate that I'm the cause

Layten- can't really speak on him too much without another serious cry sesh bc I think his pain level is immense and I want to be able to not mess this mom thing up for him. He deserves a few years of just being a high school kid with no adult worries. And no matter what, we'll never be able to replace his dad, who he loves with all his heart

After prom - I should either be at Carsyns track meet or helping decorating tonight and helping do whatever tomorrow night for after prom. The mom guilt for this one is very deep bc it's a big undertaking and needs all hands on deck

Side job - 3 people backed up on selling - not that they mind waiting but I'd like to get those off my list of things to do

Both desks - at school and home are overloaded and I want to clean them but every time I look at them im.so overwhelmed I just can't even start

2 IEP mtgs that need scheduled between now and end of school - sounds easy but is actually a zoo getting all hands on deck

There's more but these are are ones that are at the top of the loop in my head

Losing you taught me sometimes just releasing it, the stuff, the worry, in some way can bring relief

So there is it, or the bulk of it at least

Some of our life's stressors are not my story to tell

I know for sure that since losing you Fish, any death of anyone we know is a small set back

And death of those we love most can be large set backs

But we never give up

We'll come out ok

It will hurt a lot, but we will come out ok

I love you little man

You are one of my reasons to smile everyday

Love Mom

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paulisded · 1 year

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The Ledge #550: 1978

Over the last couple of weeks, I've been hinting that I'll be starting 2023 with a big announcement. Well, tonight's the night!

In my eyes, “Teenage Kicks” is a perfect pop song; the greatest punk-inspired single of all time. Two minutes and 27 seconds of rock and roll at its finest. The sentiments are the same youthful expressions of the original rock and roll explosion of the 1950s. Instead of Little Richard or Jerry Lee Lewis boogie woogie piano, it’s buzzsaw guitars that accompany Undertones vocalist Fergal Sharkey’s desire for that “girl in the neighborhood” that he wishes “was mine she looks so good”. It’s the musical template later utilized by Husker Du, Pixies, Green Day, and hundreds of other pop-punkers for decades to come (for better or worse).

Since I love the song so much, I have found myself collecting all kinds of versions over the years. In fact, a little glance at my master iTunes library a few months ago showed that I owned over 30 covers of this tune. Just two weeks ago, I discovered that a Minneapolis band I loved in the 90s had released a remake as a now rare b-side (more on that next week). With that in mind, I decided that The Ledge broadcasts of 2023 are going to include a sub-theme called “52 Weeks of Teenage Kicks”.

Every show this year is going to kick off with a version of this wonderful tune, and I want to include my musical friends in this adventure. I’m sending out a plea to labels and bands to submit new versions that I will definitely fast track onto the playlist. Don’t worry about the musical style. Want to record a solo acoustic version? I’ll take it. Want to somehow transform it into a screeching death metal rattle? Go for it! Add some loops. I’ll even accept autotune!

Tonight’s first episode of 2023 is going to begin at the source. The Undertones’ original classic kickstarts two hours of legendary tunes from one of my favorite years of rock and roll - 1978. It was the year I discovered Elvis Costello, Wreckless Eric, Boomtown Rats, Devo and so much more! The “normals” may have been somehow grooving to Kansas and Head East but I was jumping around in my bedroom to The Clash and The Jam!

I would love it if every listener bought at least one record I played on either of these shows. These great artists deserve to be compensated for their hard work, and every purchase surely helps not only pay their bills but fund their next set of wonderful songs. And if you buy these records directly from the artist or label, please let them know you heard these tunes on The Ledge! Let them know who is giving them promotion! You can find this show at almost any podcast site, including

iTunes and

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CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE SHOW!

1. Undertones, Teenage Kicks

2. Elvis Costello & The Attractions, Oliver's Army

(Note: the metadata on this track was incorrect; this Costello song actually was released in 1979.)

3. Wreckless Eric, Take The Cash

4. The Jam, News Of The World

5. The Clash, Stay Free

6. Chris Bell, I Am The Cosmos

7. Johnny Thunders, You Cant Put Your Arms Round A Memory

8. The Only Ones, Another Girl, Another Planet

9. Ian Dury, Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick

10. The Boomtown Rats, She's So Modern

11. The Records, Girl

12. The Buzzcocks , Ever Fallen In Love

13. The Buzzcocks, What Do I Get?

14. Ramones, I Just Want To Have Something To Do

15. Talking Heads, Thank You For Sending Me An Angel

16. Patti Smith, Till Victory

17. Blondie, Denis

18. The Suicide Commandos, Semi-Smart

19. The Suburbs, Chemistry Set

20. Fingerprints, (Now i Want to Be a) Space Girl

21. SPOOKS, Laugh It Up

22. The Saints, Know Your Product

23. Radio Birdman, New Race

24. Cramps, Human Fly

25. Nervebreakers, My Girlfriend is a Rock

26. X, We're Desperate

27. Public Image Ltd., Public Image

28. X-Ray Specs, I Am A Cliché

29. 999, Homicide

30. Wire, Practice Makes Perfect

31. Magazine, Shot By Both Sides

32. The Rezillos, Top Of The Pops

33. The Adverts, Gary Gilmore's Eyes

34. Sham 69, If The Kids Are United

35. Generation X, Ready Steady Go

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theworldofananxiousteen · 1 year

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The explanation I owe myself

It's okay to not succeed, and it's okay to not deliver the way you want to. The important part is living, meaning breathing, eating, sleeping. The rest will come when the time is right. (I hope.)

Alright, alright, my friends, gather around and let me tell you a story. It all started when I was a young, young girl (ca 2 months ago) when I decided to become the productive lady I'd always wanted to be by joining a challenge on the app I discovered that very same day (spoiler alert; it was this app and the #100daysofproductivitychallenge).

It worked for a few days, hell, I did more in those few days than I had for the past month and a half (estimates, but very likely). You see, before then, I had been in a flunk. Productive wise, school wise, life wise. Then, suddenly, this thing came before me like a saviour out of thin air, and I thought my crisis was solved - because, obviously, I would be able to stick to this challenge, in complete contrast to every other similar thing I've tried to put my mind to. For a few days, it did. Specifically, five days (I believe, I don't want to check). Then came the first break, I missed a few days - listed things I'd done as productive tasks even though I, in many cases, didn't believe they were. You see, I am a procrastinator. I think of things I need to do, they make me anxious, I do other things or nothing at all in response - an evil cycle I can't get out of. After those few days, I fell straight back into the loop, and I've done barely anything since.

Now, it's almost the end of my Christmas break, and I feel like I'm stuck, quickly suffocating in the piles of school work I need to do before I get back to school. Here's my current list:

Finish my second version of my extended essay first draft

Finish my first AND final draft of my TOK essay

Finish my final draft of my TOK report

Finish reading Juloratoriet for Swedish class

Finish my economics IA3 final draft

Finish my biology IA first draft (this was, literally, due october.)

Finish my Swedish HL essay second draft

Finish my mathematics IA final draft

Finish my CAS updates

Finish my history IA first draft

Prepare my Swedish oral

Learn the entire math course because it's finished and I know nothing - I've failed all but one math test the past two years :)

All this needs to be done on six days and I won't be starting tomorrow, I can feel it. I feel like I'm out of order. I'm not working. My brain. My body. My life. It's all out of order, and nothing is like I want it to be. I know what's needed to succeed, -studying-, but I can't bring myself to do it. Do you have any tips?

Anyway, I was thinking I may give the productivity challenge another try, continuing from where I left off, to see if it may help to give me something to work towards. So, here goes nothing.

Day 15/100

Today I did nothing of actual value, but I did get some things done;

Played basketball with some friends for a few hours that I can use for CAS (this is to be read as an achievement, because I left my house almost out of free will)

Finished reading It's kind of a funny story by Ned Vizzini (I rate it like a 4.5 out of 5 stars but it ended up being 5 out of 5 on goodreads since they don't do half's)

Started reading Dear Nobody by Billie Doherty - so far, no thoughts whatsoever about it

Watched a few episodes of RuPaul's Drag Race (speaking of which, my stepmum gifted my mum and I with tickets to RuPaul's drag race the world tour the upcoming October (!) and I'm very excited about it)

Alright, by for now. Hopefully, I'll be back tomorrow. Possibly, I'll be back in a month or two (maybe more).

PS. can you tell I'm currently using my tumblr as a thought dumpster simply because I know no one on here in real life? I'm telling you - it's the trick to success.

PSS. Here's a song (that I've forgotten completely) by a band I used to like (probably still do but I did forget of their existence), simply because it's called the new year, and new years eve was a few days ago. Happy holidays.

#Spotify #100 days of productivity #overwhelmed #high school #international baccalaureate #life is pain #its fine #we will manage #sweden #dear nobody #its kind of a funny story #january #procrastination #step backs #i will live #i'm slowly losing my mind #basketball

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