#yep still gets me and its been 15 years

[the-californicationist]

The Missed Deadline

Gaz/FReader - virginity pact, childhood besties, explicit consent

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You and Kyle had a pact. Ever since you were teenagers, you pinky promised that if you were still virgins by the time you turned 21, you’d do it together. He’d gone off to war and lost his virginity immediately, but when he comes back to help his mum for the holiday, he learns that you still have yours, and you’re way past your deadline. 

!!! MDNI/18+ NO EXCEPTIONS !!

To anyone who has not yet lost their virginity: THIS IS FICTION AND IT IS NOT A GUIDEBOOK. Fuck responsibly, everyone.

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You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your neighbor, Mrs. Garrick, had been moving all of her old furniture into storage, prepping for a huge remodel, and now, here he was. He was back. It had been years since you’d seen him. 

“Marco?” You called out from your open bedroom window.

He looked around for a moment, resting after helping move a dresser out of the front door, so you called again,

“Up here!”

He looked up at your window, and his face lit up when he found you. 

“Polo? Bloody hell. It’s you,” his face softened with amused wonder, and he started to take off his leather work gloves, “I’m coming up!”

Kyle moved through your garden in the same way he always had, ever since you were kids. You heard your front door open, and then you listened as his heavy boots trod up the stairs, and finally, you watched the old brass knob to your room turn, pop, and open with a soft creak. 

He stood there in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, frozen in time. Only, he was much older than he should’ve been. 

He should have been 15 again, showing you how to work a two-way radio so you could play recon with him in the fields next to your house. 

He should have been 16, trying to learn how to kiss, telling you and himself that you were just doing it to practice, that it didn’t have to mean anything. 

He should have been 17, sitting on your bed, head in his hands, telling you he’d joined the army and that he didn’t know when he was coming back, but that he had fallen for you and he knew that you couldn’t be together. 

He should’ve been 18, back from basic training, telling you about all of his adventures, asking if you still liked him, making you promise that if you were both still virgins when you turned 21, you’d lose it together. 

But, now, here he was, 22 and staring at you, making you feel like you were still 15, making promises to him that you were never meant to keep. 

“Marco,” you whispered, standing up and reaching out for him.

“Polo,” he whispered back, crossing the room to hold you in his arms. 

He was wearing a tee shirt without its sleeves, sweaty and dirty from moving furniture all day, and he stared down at you like he expected you to kiss him. Remembering himself, he broke the hug and moved back, suddenly aware of his body in your small space.

You went through the little dance you were supposed to do: hi - hi - how are things - how’s school - how’s your mum - blah, blah, blah. It was nothing, and you knew it was nothing, and so did he. So, you stopped. 

“Did you keep your promise, then?” You knew he hadn’t. He was a grown man in the army for fuck’s sake. 

He blushed, and shook his head,

“No, I didn’t. Go a little carried away on leave with the lads once or twice.”

“With the lads, hm?” You teased him.

“No! I mean, it was ladies. But, uh, it was also lads. Sometimes. Uh…Christ,” he rubbed his hands down his face in embarrassment. 

You raised your eyebrows and smiled wide,

“Ah! So, you have been practicing, haven’t you?”

He grinned,

“Yep. Just rehearsing for the big performance. How about you?”

He grabbed a towel from the stack by your closet, knowing where you kept them and put it on the bed so he wouldn’t get your sheets dirty when he sat down on them. The mattress creaked under his weight. You could smell his sweat and laundry detergent. 

You shook your head,

“None for me. Just haven’t found the right one, I guess.”

Kyle gasped,

“You’re past due, Polo. What are we gonna do with you?”

“Throw me out?” You laughed, trying to ease the tension.

The tension did not ease. He was so close to you, and he was staring at you in a new way, studying you like he didn’t know you by heart. 

You reached out to touch his cheek, finding a fresh scar on it where there had not been one before. You felt his skin shudder so gently beneath your touch, and his breathing quickened. You rubbed the scar with your thumb like you would a stain, trying to get it out. Then, he lunged for you, kissing you deeply, so different and so much more sure of himself than he had been at 16, 17, and 18. All of those kisses tasted just like this one though, and the memory of your feelings for him came rushing back, fresh as the day they were borne. 

You remembered when you had decided you were in love with Kyle Garrick. He was about to turn 16, and you and he and a few of his friends had gone down to Brighton beach for the day to celebrate. You’d played Marco Polo in the waves, blind, hands out, feeling for bodies in the current. You were Polo and he was Marco this time, and you were swimming away from him, but a wave caught you and shoved you into him. He had wrapped you in his arms to steady you, and since you were the only girl, he knew it was you. 

He’d lingered on you with his eyes still wrenched shut, rubbing his palms down your body, touching your breasts beneath the water, cupping your ass and touching your belly. You’d lingered on him as well, getting as far as the band of his pants before the next wave hit and broke you apart. You’d swam to shore together, and you didn’t speak for the rest of the day, but you had stared at each other like your life depended on it. Enthralled.

That next evening, while your parents were out at dinner, you’d used the two-way radio to call him over, but you couldn’t help yourself, and you called him “Marco.” When he called you “Polo,” you knew he liked you, and that was enough. 

He broke the kiss, and he whispered into your gasping mouth, 

“I’m sorry, I just… I wanted to… sorry…”

“Are you going to make good on your promise, Marco?” You tested him.

His gaze shot up to find yours, and you got lost in the deep chocolate brown of his wide, bright eyes. He was searching for the jest and finding only earnestness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I think it should be you. Seems right. You don’t have to… be with me or anything. I get that you have your army thing, and I don’t want to distract you from that, but I —”

“No,” he said, shoving a stake through your heart. Or at least it felt like it. 

“No?” You confirmed, praying you’d heard the simplest word wrong.

“No, I mean, not like this. Tonight. What are you doing tonight?”

“Tonight? Nothing. I was just here helping bring my mum’s things to her sister’s house. She lives there now, and I’m watching their place while I’m on holiday from uni. Didn’t even plan to stay this afternoon, but I can.”

“Tonight, let me take you to Five and Ten,” he stood up suddenly, straightening himself out, looking proper as he could in his mess of work clothes. 

“Why? You don’t have to do all that. Just forget I said —”

“Please. Let me take you. Six o’clock. I’ll drive us.”

So, he did. You wore an old dress from when you were young, and you thanked all the gods that it still fit. He looked much sharper than you in a burgundy suit and a shining tie. He’d become quite fashionable in his adulthood, it seemed.

The food was exquisite, and he ordered expensive wine. Kyle held your door and pulled out your chair, and he even paid for the whole meal. It was magical. You’d only been on a few dates, but this one blew the others way out of the water. 

At the end of the night, you ended up back where you started. The towel was still on the bed. But, now, you were in your dress clothes and he was in his, and you were just as nervous as you were when you were 16. 

“Look,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders, speaking softly as though you weren’t the only people in the house, “I need you to know that this stops the moment you say it does. If you think, even for a moment, that you need me to stop, all you have to do is say so and it stops. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sounded unsure. 

“Hey,” he took your chin in his hands and lifted your face to his, “We don’t need to do this. I loved… I had a wonderful time tonight, and I’m happy. You’ve made me the happiest man alive. Please don’t say yes just because you think —”

“Kyle,” you dropped his nickname in favor of his real one, needing him to know you were serious, “I want to, if you want to.”

“Bloody hell, I want to,” he groaned. 

It was all a rush, then. He was kissing you, and you were pulling off his coat. He was running his huge hands across your bare back, and you were tugging at his buttons. He was laying you on the bed, and pulling off your heels. You were unzipping him and unzipping you and unfurling into each other like two roses blooming face to face, your petals bending and pushing and mixing and slipping together as you opened and opened and opened to each other. 

Finally, there you were, naked and shaking. He paused, whispering to you,

“Marco?”

You smiled, kissing his full lips to taste your memories again, 

“Polo.” You whispered back. 

He kissed down your neck,

Marco?

Polo.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth and began to suckle from it, pulling the skin and nipping at your taut nub. 

Marco?

Polo.

Traveling down your belly…

Marco?

Polo.

Licking up the side of your navel…

Marco?

Polo.

Burying his nose in your folds and taking in a long, deep breath…

Marco?

Polo.

He plunged his mouth onto you and ate you like he was still hungry, like he hadn’t had dinner, like he’d never tasted anything so good in his whole goddamn life. All of the lapping and the laving and the sucking came to a crescendo again and again. Adding a finger, he began to stretch you open. He was careful with you, too careful. 

“Kyle,” you rubbed his shaved head encouragingly, “Another, babe. Please.”

The groan that came out of his mouth sent powerful vibrations through your body. You felt him add another finger, and the delicious stretch that came from it made your core flood with wet, hot slick. 

“You’re so wet. So good,” he moaned against your lips.

“Will you… please?” You begged, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

Kyle smiled,

“Still impatient as ever, Polo. You haven’t changed.”

You whined, begging with a twist of your hips and your body. 

“Shh, shh, baby,” he kissed your pussy again, wetting his lips on you, “Gotta open you up for me.”

You arched your back as he sucked on the tight nerves of your clit, pulling an orgasm from you as his fingers pumped inside of you, creating wet noises that filled the quiet room. Your moans and his breaths became your call and his response, and the more you rocked your hips against his jaws, the hungrier he seemed to become. Eventually, his tongue joined his fingers, feeding itself into your clenching hole as a third member, stretching you through your pleasure, readying your body for his intrusion. 

“God,” you reached down to him, searching for a hand to hold, “Oh, my God.”

He grabbed your hand tightly, holding you as you trembled against his mouth.

Finally, he was satisfied, and you were deeply pliant, dripping for him, and you felt the warmth pool inside you. You felt ready. 

He positioned himself between your legs and lay his cock along your pussy lips and up onto your belly, showing you its length. You put your hands on him, touching his hardness. Kyle whimpered, shocking you with the noise he made, steadying himself on your hips, breathing hard. 

“Are you going to put it in me?” You whispered, hearing your voice but not realizing you were saying the words. 

“Yeah, baby, I am,” he promised, “You ready?”

You nodded, watching as he placed his head at your entrance, feeling the pressure he applied as he pushed forward. The first inch or two felt wonderful, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he sank deeper into your pussy that you started to feel the pressure he was creating with his girth. It stung, and then, there was a quick release. He slipped forward, no longer impeded, and he caught himself, aware of you and your pain.

He was gasping, trying to hold himself back,

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you pulled him into a long kiss, bending your hips to encourage him.

“Fuck, okay, okay…” he groaned, pushing into you deeper. 

He moved slowly, carefully, and with his gaze pinned to your face, watching for any signs of pain or displeasure. His hand worked your clit for you, building your pleasure as your body experienced this new, full sensation. You felt like you were using muscles within you that you’d never used before. 

Unable to hold himself together, he rested his nose and mouth in the crook of your neck, kissing you, whining for you, telling you a million sweet nothings about how good you were and how you were making him feel. You cradled his head, enjoying all of the sensations he was crafting within you, hanging on every word.  

The way that your body was taking him was painful at first, but the fullness had made up for it. You reveled in the sensation of his cock’s hardness as it parted your walls. You had an implant, and you were looking forward to feeling his come in you.

“Can you go faster?” You asked into his ear, ready for another orgasm and needing his help. 

He looked up at you like you had asked him something impossible, or at least something insane, and he furrowed his brow, cupping your chin in his palm, looking into your eyes to see if you were telling the truth. 

“I can, baby,” he kissed you, sucking your bottom lip between his, licking against your tongue like an invitation.

“Please…” you begged. 

“Mmmnghh,” he cried, forcing his hips to thrust into you with a quicker rhythm, listening to the wet slapping noises it made on your body. 

The bed creaked, and you watched as his whole body contributed to his work. His strong core and huge shoulders helped him rut into you, and you could see the red flush coating his cheeks and neck. His intensity was making you feel like you were static, like you could call down lightning to strike you at any moment.

“Kyle, oh, fuck… you’re making me come. Fuck!” You called out for him, feeling yourself tumbling over the edge from his new speed. 

“You’re making me come,” he growled, staring down at where you were joined together, his huge body tensing like he was trying to hold onto you in a torrential storm, like you would fly away from him if he didn’t hold you tight. 

You tried to hold back, but you clenched down around him, unable to help your reaction. He thrust forward once, and then once more, in a stuttering, slow fashion, and you felt his come pulse into you, hot and sticky. It was subtle, but enjoyable, and you clenched again to draw out another sigh. 

“Fuck, that was… it was perfect. Your pussy is perfect, baby. Holy shit. You held me just right. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t stop it,” he was mumbling, still thrusting in and out of you as he softened, trying his best to calm down. 

You ran your hands across his wide chest,

“Thank you for keeping your promise.”

“Wanna make another one?” He smiled down at you, kissing you as he slid out of your body, turning you over so he could hold you close to him.

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Temptation Chapter 1

Here's the Priest!Bucky fic! I hope y'all like it. Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

“Father Barnes, I have some unfortunate news.”

Bucky turned towards his senior priest, Father Richards.  “Yes?”

“Constance Y/L/N has just passed away.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed the news.  “How sad.  I mean, she was getting up there in age but, still, a great loss.”

“Yes, it is.  Her funeral arrangements will be handled by her granddaughter, Y/N Y/L/N.  She should be landing into town tomorrow, I was hoping you would be willing to pick her up at the airport and bring her to Constance’s home, then schedule a meeting about the arrangements and the service?”

“Of course, Father.”

That’s where Bucky found himself now, waiting in the baggage claim area of the airport with a sign in his hand that had her name written on it.  He had no idea what she looked like or knew anything about her.  As he looked around, waiting patiently, a woman came through the door that made him do a double take.  She was beautiful, short and curvy, dressed in a long black dress that she kept stepping on, covered by an oversized, long, black and ripped sweatshirt that read “WOMEN RUN SHIT” in red embroidery, Converse sneakers that peeked from under her dress, with long pointy nails and her pink hair piled atop her head, held up by a black scarf.  She had very little makeup on except for a dark, blood red lipstick that Bucky couldn’t seem to stop staring at.  She looked around until her eyes fell on Bucky, read the sign, and gave him a polite smile as she headed towards him.  Bucky gave her a polite smile back as he tried to hide the panic he was feeling inside.   

“Father Barnes?” Y/N asked as she approached him.

“Yes, Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” she flashed him a full smile, making her teeth look stark against her lipstick.  

“Is this all you have?” Bucky asked, looking at the purse and backpack slung over her shoulders and the large rolling suitcase she had.

“Yep, don’t have much.  Thank you for the ride.  I haven’t been to Brooklyn since I was a kid and I just didn’t wanna deal with the hassle of a taxi or Uber.”

“It’s no problem.”

Bucky tried hard to not stare at her or even look at her too much.  He had been a priest at his parish for 15 years, and had never had a moment where he felt like he was being led astray, like he’d always been warned about during his seminary years.  He felt secure in his promises and covenants to the church and to God.  And yet here was this woman, who just waltzed into his life on a chance, who he was feeling something very strange towards that made him question his life.  And he didn’t even know her.  Sinful.

“So what do you do for a living?” Bucky tried to break the ice as he drove silently, weaving through the New York traffic as best as he could.

“I’m a traveling photographer,” Y/N said as she watched the buildings and bridges fly by.  

“Really?  That’s interesting.  How did you get into that?” he asked.

“Um, it just kinda fell into my lap, I guess,” Y/N answered, giving him a glance.  “I grew up in Brooklyn, went to the church and everything with my grandmother, but at 16 I decided it wasn’t for me and went through a bit of a rough patch for a while.  Started taking pictures as I went from place to place, posting online, and gained a following.  Here I am, 16 years later, getting paid to go places and take pictures and give travel advice.”

“Wow,” Bucky breathed.  “Where’s your favorite place you’ve been?

“Well, traveling as a plus sized person has its challenges,” she started, shifting in her seat.  “The place that I felt most comfortable was the Leeward Islands, so Bora Bora, Tahiti, those areas of French Polynesia.”

“Very tropical,” Bucky commented.

“Ha, yes,” she giggled.  “A big reason why I loved it.”  She paused and looked at him.  “Have you ever been on a beach like that?”

“No,” Bucky answered.  “A beach at a lake when I was a kid, but nothing quite as pretty as crystal blue waters,” he glanced at her, giving her a lopsided smile.

“Hm,” Y/N watched him, a sad expression flitting across her face.  “That’s too bad.  There’s really nothing like it.”  She paused again, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips.  “A pretty thing like you on a sandy beach in Bora Bora would do wonders with the locals.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her compliment.  He cleared his throat and swallowed as he tried to relax the blush that filled his cheeks.  “Thank you for the compliment.”

“Anytime, handsome,” she teased him, huffing out a laugh at his expense.

Bucky wasn’t blind to the fact that he had attractive features.  He’d been hit on too many times to count by the women, and some of the men, in his congregation throughout the years.  Some tried harder than others, the idea of a forbidden love or lust-driven “corrupting the priest” sounding appealing.  He’d been able to squash those easily.  He could of course see or recognize when people were attractive, and occasionally had the fleeting thought of “what if?”  But it sounded different coming from her for some reason.  

“I mean really, if the priests looked like you when I was in church I would have paid more attention.”

She said it in such a deadpan tone that Bucky couldn’t help but to fully laugh.  She joined him in laughing as they finally pulled up to her grandmother’s brownstone home.  Bucky helped her hoist her large luggage up the stairs.  Y/N grabbed the key from the hidden spot that the estate lawyer had told her about and let herself and Bucky in.  She wheeled the luggage off to the side as she looked around the foyer.

“Almost exactly the same,” she muttered.

“Y/N–”

“You know, it’s just very strange for me to call you Father,” Y/N interrupted him as she whirled around to face him.  “What’s your first name?”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up.  “Oh, um, it’s James, but I always went by Bucky.”

“Bucky?” Y/N repeated it, looking confused.

Bucky silently reveled in how she said his name.  “My middle name is Buchanan, don’t ask me why,” he joked, making her snort.  “Bucky for short.  I just always went by that rather than James when I was younger.”

“Well is it alright if I call you Bucky?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Bucky really should have said no, that it’s not appropriate for people to call him by his name rather than his title.  Yet he found himself saying, “Yes.”

“Great.  I’m sorry I interrupted you, what were you going to say?” 

“Well, my senior priest, Father Richards and I would like to set up a meeting with you to go over the funeral arrangements.  When would you like to do that?”

“Sure, um…” Y/N got distracted by something in the foyer.  Bucky followed her eye line to the large cross her grandmother had mounted above the door.  She sighed heavily before meeting his gaze.  “How about tomorrow?  10 a.m.?”

“That sounds great,” Bucky agreed.  “Well, is there anything else I could help you with while I’m here?”

“No, thank you.  You’ve been very helpful,” Y/N gave him a tight lipped smile.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great, see you then.”  Bucky turned away and out the door, unable to handle being in such a close space with her anymore.

As he got back into the parish car and drove back to the church he heaved a heavy sigh of his own.  This is going to be dangerous.

***

The next morning Bucky found himself taking more time to get ready.  He was trimming his beard, redoing his hair in a bun and repeatedly straightening out his Roman collar and his shirt.  He knew why he was doing it but was in deep denial.

Father Richards was waiting in the main office as Bucky went out to the sanctuary to see if Y/N had shown up yet.  When he walked in he easily found her sitting on one of the pews.  Today she wore a long, fluffy cardigan with a sports bra and flowy lounge pants.  She wore no makeup and her hair looked like she’d just rolled out of bed.  

“Good morning, Y/N,” Bucky greeted her as he approached.

Y/N was staring at the large cross at the front of the sanctuary with the statue of Jesus hanging on it.  Her eyes slowly turned to him, a frown on her face that she tried to hide quickly.

“Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him, her voice sounding scratchy.  “I’m sorry I look a mess, the jet lag is making me feel rough.”

“I understand, it’s alright,” Bucky gestured for her to follow him.

He led her back into the hallways of the church until they reached the main priest’s office.  Y/N paused for a moment outside the office door as Bucky held it open for her, before she inhaled quickly and stepped through the door.

“Miss Y/L/N, my name is Father Richards,” Richards held his hand out, which she stiffly shook.  “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under more pleasant circumstances.  May I offer my deepest condolences to you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said somberly.  She sat on the chair in front of the large wooden desk.  Her eyes settled on one scuffed spot on the desk as Father Richards and Bucky sat across from her.

“So, let’s get started,” Father Richards began.  “I’m sure you know your grandmother was a big supporter of the church.  She gave us some of our largest donations over her lifetime.  She had some instructions she left with me but I wanted to make sure everything sounded good to you before I enacted them, or if there was something left in her will that I wasn’t aware of?”

“The will and everything else is stuck in probate court right now,” Y/N answered, her tired eyes trying to focus on him.  “So honestly, whatever she told you is fine.  Doesn’t really matter to me.”

“I see,” Father Richards said, sounding a little annoyed.  Bucky glanced at him.

“Please don’t mistake my indifference for not caring,” Y/N retorted.  “I loved my grandmother, I just didn’t love her religion.  And that caused a rift between us.  I haven’t seen or spoken to her in years, so I was pretty surprised when I got a call from a lawyer in New York telling me she’d died and left me everything,” she continued, her words getting more curt by the second.  “No offense to either of you but me being here is highly triggering.  So is there anything else you need from me?”

“Uh, yes,” Richards tried to recover the conversation, his tone sounding more jovial.  “She did ask that you sing at her funeral.”  

“Absolutely not,” Y/N spat, her eyes narrowing as she minutely shook her head.

“Oh, well, I mean that’s what she wrote here–”

“No.”  

Bucky watched on in concern.  He knew the church came with a lot of baggage for some people, that its history was unclean.  He worried about what this would mean for them as she worked with them for this funeral.

“Hm, of course you don’t have to, but she always said how you had a lovely singing voice–”

“I said no,” she seethed.  “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she stood suddenly, Bucky and Father Richards copying her.  “I need to go.  Just call me if you need something else.”  She rummaged into her cardigan pocket, pulling out a wallet and taking out a business card, flinging it at them on the desk.  “Good day.”

She turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the office.  Father Richards and Bucky exchanged a bewildered look.  “Go,” Father Richards instructed.

Bucky jogged out of the office to catch up to Y/N.  “Y/N, please wait!”

Y/N sighed loudly as she turned back around to Bucky.  “I’m sorry for my rudeness, I just can’t stay here,” she said, continuing to walk away. 

“Hey,” he jogged around her until he faced her.  “Obviously there’s some deep problems you have with the church.”

“No shit Sherlock,” she dodged him, heading towards the front doors.

“And I don’t blame you!” Bucky walked alongside her.  “There have been bad things that have happened in its history.”

Y/N stopped abruptly as she rounded on him.  “To ME!” she pointed a finger towards herself.  Bucky stopped, his eyes widening at her.  She was shaking as she tried to calm herself.  She took a deep breath and a step back from him.  “I appreciate that the church has given you comfort, peace, a purpose maybe, but I grew up here,” she paused, stopping herself from crying.  “Father Carmine was here before you two, right?”  Bucky nodded his head slowly as he watched her.  “He hurt me.”

Bucky felt his heart plummet.  He had met Father Carmine many years ago as he and Father Richards were transferred in to replace him.  He had had an amazing rapport with the community, his congregation seemed to love him.  Now Bucky knew the reason for his sudden retirement.

Y/N scoffed.  “That notch on the desk?  In the office?  That’s from the heel of my shoe,” she took a step closer to him as she peered up at him, a fury in her eyes that made him feel like withering on the spot.  “My Mary Jane shoes, from my school uniform, when I was 15 years old.”  Bucky felt like he was going to throw up as he digested this information.  “So you’ll have to excuse me, if coming here to the place where I was abused and then unbelieved by the woman who raised me who I now have to bury, is dredging up some pretty raw emotions in me right now.”  Y/N was whispering now, her eyes filling with tears as she glared at him.  “Every cross, every Jesus statue, every rosary, every goddamn Roman collar,” her eyes flickered to his neck, “reminds me of that day.  So the fact that my grandmother was willing to still hold her funeral here in this godforsaken place, and then have the audacity to throw her money at me and ask me to sing?”  Y/N shivered violently as she grunted.  “I can’t…”

Bucky didn’t know what to do as he watched her fight off an oncoming panic attack.  “Y/N, hey…look,” he started to take off his Roman collar.  She watched him hesitantly.  “See?  Look, just me.  Not Father Barnes, not Father anything, just Bucky.”  He held his hands up towards her in a sign of meaning no harm.  “Constance was extremely devout, for sure,” Y/N scoffed again, rolling her eyes.  “But that was no excuse for her not to believe you,” he took a step forward.  Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him.  “You deserved to be believed.  You deserved justice, and you never got it.  I’m so sorry,” he took another step until he could reach out and hold her arms.  He lowered his face so he was eye level with her.  “I’m so sorry for what happened to you.  You didn’t deserve it, no one deserves that.” Y/N’s tears finally fell as she shook in his hands.  “And I’m sorry for Father Richards pushing you, he’s a very…no nonsense, regimented kind of guy.  But he should have taken your refusal the first time.”  He squeezed her arms and she took a shaky breath.  “We’ll follow her instructions, get through the funeral, and then you can be done with this place.  And go enjoy a long vacation on a beach in Bora Bora for me.”

Y/N laughed at that, her smile finally breaking the sadness etched in her face.  She wiped her eyes as Bucky dropped his hands from her.  He felt like his palms were stinging from the sensation of touching her.  “Thank you, Bucky,” she sniffed.  

“No problem,” he smiled at her.  “I know this isn’t a great place for you, but I hope you know that I believe you, and I’m here for you.”

Y/N gave him a long look, her eyes roaming his face momentarily.  She nodded and turned to leave, then suddenly turned back around and walked up to him.  She wound her arms around his waist and gave him a hug, squeezing him.  He barely had a chance to hug her back before she stepped away and walked out of the front doors.  Bucky watched her leave, already missing the way she smelled.

**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #smut #priest!bucky barnes x reader #priest!bucky barnes #chapter 1

[flanaganfilm]

hi big fan! at the risk of rudely bringing up something that is very much not my business— every time i watch hill house or midnight mass i’m struck by the authenticity of the scenes involving addiction and rehab. the first time i watched hill house i thought oh, whoever wrote this isn’t bullshitting, they know what they’re talking about, they lived this. those scenes were just too real for that not to be the case. it was pretty refreshing to see that very real and human depiction of addiction and recovery, in all its messy imperfect glory, and think, “oh this guy gets it”. and in the horror genre! thanks for that and hope you’re having a good day!

(p.s. when i was a kid i had zero interest in horror or creepy things. but oculus came out when i was 15 and i’ve been a horror fan ever since. i still rewatch it all the time!)

Thanks for saying that - yep, I have wrestled with it most of my adult life. I'm four years sober now, and my life has truly blossomed as a result, but I wasn't even aware of just how much of my addiction issues were finding their way into my writing going all the way back to film school. Looking back it feels clear as day, and I'm sad that it took me so long to recognize it and do something about it, but mostly just grateful to be on the other side of it. Thanks for the note and hope you're having a good day as well

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I can only imagine the chaos in Tiny Talons au when reader gets just old enough to run around (I mean probably not well, and earlier then they should have but that’s hardly important) and they just keep trying to run away to find something who will understand them

Oh heavens! Yep, Tiny Talons Reader would want to do that. Let me try and explain the possible Wings of Fire ages for y'all (which is more-or-less a fan headcanon, which I will be using for the aus):

Imagine in the Wings of Fire world, with its three moons, that each dragon year is actually three human years. Let me put it in a chart-like form, as so:

Dragon | Human

• 1 year = 3 years old

• 2 years = 6 years old

• 3 years = 9 years old

• 4 years = 12 years old

• 5 years = 15 years old

• 6 years = 18 years old

• 7 years = 21 years old

After 7 years, a dragon is considered an adult, and starts to age slower. The oldest known dragon to live in the series without the aid of animus magic lived to be 110 years old... (So wouod they be, like... 330 in human years? I don't know)

To be fair, after 7 years, the ages kinda... get weird? Because a dragon in their 70s could still have kids, right? But they'd be older. But an elderly dragon is considered like, 90 years and up. So the ages are up to interpretation. Feel free to imagine them as you like.

In the Wings of Fire series, baby dragons have been known to be able to speak after a few days, but sometimes after a few months. SkyWing baby dragonets can fly at about seven to nine months old. Some baby dragonets can run and walk around, others have been more baby-like. They have teeth I think, when they hatch? So they're already able to eat some things like fish and mangoes.

For my 🥚Tiny Talons🐉 AU (and 🥚Tiny Heir❄ AU) baby dragonets need extra help the first few months after hatching. They need to be held a lot, they need to be fed every few hours, they need nap times, and are a bit wobbly on their feet until about four months old (which by the age theory would be 1 human year for a dragon). I'm making them a little more in need of nurture and care, but trying to stick to the faster growth of dragons.

For my 🥚Tiny Talons🐉 AUs, let's put it like this: baby dragonets, once hatched, need lots of attention and care and surveillance for the first four months to year of their life. They're small, they're weak, and can't do a lot on their own. They can walk, yes, but they can't fly, they can't hunt, they can't talk besides a few baby words if at all, and they have the limits of well, a baby. A dragon baby's limits, so not as long or quite as helpless as a human baby.

A lot of this I had to add in, as not much information is given on baby dragonets, so this information is what I know from the series, my own personal thoughts and headcanons, and what headcanons the Wings of Fire fandom have used.

I hope this has helped y'all a bit😊

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere xmen evolution #🐉wings of fire au #platonic yandere #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #🥚tiny talons🐉 au #🥚tiny heir❄ au #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere x reader

[gladstones-corner]

For the ask game: 7, 8, and 9!

Hey there! I always forget you can do multiple asks...otherwise I'd have put a few more in my message to you.

Ooh, okay, 7, 8, and 9, let's see.

7) if you don’t currently have any hobbies you use to work magic is there one you’d like to?

A) Yep! Tarot is a hobby that lies very close to my heart. When I work magick, it's the first place I go. There are specific spreads I use when trying to navigate a successful spell, from examining the situation at hand to forming the intention.

8) Is there a link between your interest and witchcraft?

A) Yep! I've been some sort of mage for about 15 years now, and in that time I've realized that the occult and magick is just...what I do. As a result, most--if not all--of my hobbies sit somewhere on that spectrum.

9) show off your hobby!

This is a tougher one, because any tarot spread will warrant a post of its own. Instead, I'll sample a couple of my favorite decks and give a short overview:

First up on the list is the Wildwood Tarot. It's an amazing deck based on the earlier Greenwood Tarot. I picked it up during my Druidry studies and it's my favorite deck.

Next up is an emotional gut-punch, my RWS. Sadly, I had a falling out with the person who gifted it to me. But it's a classic, and it's one I default to when reading for others.

Lastly there's my Golden Dawn Ritual Tarot (that's the official name). While I don't practice Ceremonial Magick anymore, it's still a pretty charming deck that doesn't get as much use as it should.

Thank you so much for the ask! Hope you and your husband feel better soon.

#glad answers #tarot

[riverwriter]

20 Questions Game

Thanks for the tag @suzyq31

How many works do you have on AO3? 

27

2. What's your total A03 words count? 

1,044,549

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Only Harry Potter, though I’ve written for others that were never published. 

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Second Look: Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look.

An Unexpected Malfoy: Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can't ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family.

A Few New Looks: Glimpses into Draco, Hermione, and Scorpius' life as a family. A sequel to my story, "A Second Look."

The Beginning of Everything: Draco extracted a box from his pocket and flipped it open to reveal the most exquisite ring Hermione had ever seen. She gasped. "No Granger, I meant I literally have a proposal for you," he held her gaze as he spoke. "What do you say? Marry me and help me put one over on the Ministry. I know you're dying to stick it to them." This is a fic which is ostensibly about a marriage law.

Calla: She had been missing for more than ten years. But then she had dark magic cast on her in the Department of Mysteries, and that insidious curse did more than just injure her physically. It revealed a secret, a truth. Hermione Granger could finally be recognized as the girl she’d been at birth: Calliope Nott.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try, but not always. 

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think anything I’ve written would qualify. I”m all about the HEA.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Haha, see above. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yep, it seems to be, unfortunately, part and parcel to posting things on the internet. 

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. I was very shy about it at first. I think I’ve relaxed but it’s still not a major aspect of my fics. (Just not my style.) 

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? 

I don’t. I’ll never say never but the closest I’ve ever come is “The Other Side” which is heavily influenced by the TV show “Fringe.” 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I’ve had fics posted on other sites without my permission, but as far as I’m aware, nobody has ever taken credit for my work. 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

People have started but never finished. It’s one reason I have stopped granting permission for translations. 

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? 

Haha yes, unfortunately my cowriter and I live too far away from each other that we couldn’t make it work. It’s been years but we still talk about trying to figure out how to finish it. (fingers crossed)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? 

I spend most of my free time writing Dramione so I suppose that’s the answer. But I love so many ships, even outside of the HP fandom. 

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Yeah, I refuse to admit that will happen. Unless you count “Various and Sundry” because-by its nature- it has no beginning and no end. 

I16. What are your writing strengths?

When I get going I am very plugged in. I occasionally wake up and scribble a thought down so I don’t lose it. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes. And I stupidly wrote a huge fic that concludes in a…battle. If any of you wonder what I’ve been doing for years, it’s been figuring out my own brain. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I’m not a fan. Also not a fan of writing out an accent. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bones. But I was never brave enough to post any of those fics. 

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

“An Unexpected Malfoy” It’s my baby and probably always will be.

This part gives me anxiety, because I never know who to tag, so anybody who wants to participate, please do! (And if you want to tag me, do that as well, because I’d love to read your responses) 

#fanfic writing #riverwriter #hp

[kissmethroughthebone]

The Holidays were a mess!

Sometimes I date people and they make it seem like they have some big surprise in store for me, and then they don't.

Like this passing Christmas, my wishlist was very simple:

Lab-grown gemstones (if one really bothered to search, I could've gotten like 10 sapphires, 10 rubies and 5 other gemstones for the price of an average Shake Shack order from gemsngems)

Sapphire or emerald ring (even broke people can get this; Etsy has sapphire and emerald rings for 30 bucks. Are they doublets [a.k.a. a gemstone sat upon a thin later of glass]? Yes. But are they nice, pretty, cheap and what I want? Yes. Or even a lab grown one would've been dirt cheap.)

A blanket...... yep, that's it. A blanket. An UGG blanket would've been amazing but frankly all blankets are good. Hard to mess up. Like, under 30 bucks, really.

A massage oil candle. As in the brands where you get a candle that, when lit, slowly melts into a skin-safe warm body oil. Sexy AND comforting, works for both self-care and intimacy with someone. 35$ maximum, but some sold for as low at 15$ for guaranteed high quality massage oil.

Easy enough list, right? Even a man working at Amazon could do this.

And what I actually got:

Excuses.

I almost did get a massage oil candle, but it was my last fling's shoddy attempt at making one... ah yes, a man who could've spent like, 15 bucks, decided that an empty no-spout pasta jar with untested-for-skin-safety heated up shea butter and lavender oil, with a wick in it, was what I deserved...... after being great all year to him.

Why didn't I get it, you ask? Well, let's just say men don't like it when you hold them accountable for things they attempted that made them deserving to be on a registry somewhere. Thankfully, I have hands. He didn't want these hands moisturized even when I almost lacked the sense to forgive him! (I was in a haze and hardly had anyone around me, of course I was almost gonna go back to an abuser!)

Meanwhile he still blew tons of money on board games and comic books.

The ethical anti-consumer organic product naturalista in me is flattered, but ultimately not at all impressed.

Ha! Funny how last year I discussed with others openly on my social media page that a man who spends more on himself, than you, is a man who underprioritizes you.

And the men on my roster, (consisting of my Recent Ex Boyfriend, who let's call L, and my recent fling, let's call M,) agreed, and promised to do better.

It paused temporarily! L stopped with the Bape hoodie obsession of his for a bit and promised more high end dates. (He promised that when we broke up too, since men always try when they know they're gonna lose you for good and will pull out all stops.) M temporarily paused (or hid better) his obsession with wasting cash on rare comic books he never reads online.

And then it happened again. Suddenly everyone has rhinestone hoodies and the limited edition Resident Evil comic books, but no money for a real date, or to pick me up from anywhere but a BART station.

Whew, chile. The ghetto. The ghettoooooo.

My fault for dating broke niggas with issues.

All good though. I'll tighten the fuck up!

I am meant for ubers, galas, chaffeurs, high end events and success! Bills paid! Not... that lame shit!

Low tier men are good for smaller expenses, or tasks; small bills, little hair treatments, maybe a dress or shoes. Some jewelry if in budget! But, talk to them scarcely and show there's always better out there for you and that they have to impress you. Always. Or else, its not worthwhile to see them!

Mid tier men are good for actual life investments: carpet cleaning services, construction, vector control, taxes, actual real gemstone jewelry, subscription services, buying a car or jewelry, and more.

High tier men are good for LIFE in general; industry things, housing things, anything ever on this planet. Ever. They'll always do it.

I keep sympathizing with men and/or letting them get away with things, instead of utilizing them as stepping stones for what I want.

Since you give too much to a man and they get comfortable and stop trying.

Fuck that, I need all my niggas to be working and crying over the idea of losing me! Heart panging in their chest, bent at the knees sobbing, since another man is taking me out to a high end dinner after treating me to some earrings.

I love doing that to men, so much. Always.

Anyway, just reminding myself I got everything to thrive and have no need for a man to survive.

I have a well paying job, a nice mind and a beautiful face and body. I always get what I want. Always. Amen. Thanks and peace out yall!

#black sugar baby #sugar heaux #hypergamous black women

[thesherrinfordfacility]

1, 2, 7, 8, 9, 15, 22, 31, 35, 40, 47, & 48 >:)

dear god woman you're trying to kill me 💀💖

sticking this under a cut sorry bby but it has to be done

idk if its a purposeful collection necessarily - and just more of a style - i have an impressive amount of celestial-body themed earrings. like anything remotely related to stars, moons, suns, planets, and gold? its me im your target audience hun

if im feeling particularly restless, white noise sounds like rain and crackling fires will calm me riiiiight down. fire scents have the same kind of effect - like if eggy (for everyone else, my cat - tax to be paid at end of the ask) comes in and smells like a bonfire, my nose is going Straight into his fur

so many 💀 i don't tend to name them (doing so will only break my heart) but we have an 8ft monstera deliciosa we literally call The Big Boy, and a bonsai tree that we call lazarus because every year i think 'yep thats it he's definitely dead ive definitely killed him' and every year i wait til spring to be sure - and yet sure enough that shrivelly bastard is Still Kickin

nothing has a place in my heart quite like a hot cup of tea, im afraid

not quite a music video, but the metallica playing master of puppets live with the sfso, life changing

ahhh so i had a cat called sol when i was a kid, who was vaguely black and white - and when he died (i was about 6?) my mum got me a black and white cat from the bear factory and ive had it ever since. hes lovingly wrapped up and in a box somewhere, been turfed out and cuddled many a time all the way into adulthood, will never get rid of him 💕

absolutely LOVE a good walk - grew up with moorland on ny doorstep, it wasn't much of an option 😂 don't like urban walking much, so prefer to go find a walking trail or the coastal path - joys of living in the south west!!!💕

i have a pair of really deepset noodle bowls that if i can eat anything out of them, i will do it. they're yellow and glazed, and sooo cute

cat tax as promised:

he's a special lad

ask game!

#ask game! #apologies to anyone's feeds that ive spammed i honestly didnt expect this many 💖🥺

[theyhaveacavetroll]

Tagged by @pazithigallifreya. Thanks, I love doing these!

Tagging @partiallypearl, @imfunnyandrude, and anyone else that wants to!

1 How many works do you have on AO3? 90 works

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 585,148

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Cure for Sorrow

Cup of Their Deserving

As a Stranger Give it Welcome

Reclamation

To the Upper Air

Obligatory disclaimer: I'm only proud of three out of these five, but I'm glad that people are still getting something out of the other two. Cure for Sorrow and As a Stranger were written when I was a different person and well before the finale of Black Sails. 'Nough said.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, yes. I sometimes run out of time and energy because I work a full-time job where I'm out of my apartment 12.5 hours a day during the week.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't write fics with angsty endings. Battle Raven comes the closest and even that isn't angst, it's just not sunshine and roses. If you want dark fic or real angst, I'm not your girl.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I think most of my fics have happy endings. If I had to pick a "and then they all lived happily ever after" fic it's probably most of the stuff in my Fate The Winx Saga works.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, when the idea occurs to me! I'm particularly fond of You Steele Know My Name, which I WILL finish, I swear.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not hate. I've received weird comments and "when will you update" no other feedback given comments, but nothing truly mean.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep! I've written kink and what I'd consider vanilla, or at least nothing to write home about. I've gotten better at it over the years.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of and that is NOT a challenge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep! I have quite a few co-written fics with various people.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

In terms of what rewrote my DNA? Probably Flinthamilton but in terms of a ship that I always come back to where I have no negative fandom associations and endless, endless need to fix canon? Bagginshield.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

And the Sea With Its Deepness, aka the Black Sails fic where I faked everyone out with the first chapter specifically to enjoy the screams of "wait, that's WHO that got nabbed?!!" I want to come back to it but... yeesh, the fandom. I left for a Reason, and then there's the fact that I just can't with writing a certain character anymore.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Plot and dialogue. I'm one of the best damn mimics of character voices you'll ever meet and that's just facts.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes. Action scenes are the bane of my existence, and I have a tendency to end paragraphs on an em dash too often that I've been trying to curb. A few is fine but there is such a thing as excess.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I like to do it but only in short bursts and for languages I can be confident I'm getting right.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Probably Star Wars when I was very, very, VERY young indeed.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Does it count if I have an unpublished WIP already? If so, then Downton Abbey and The Hobbit. If not, then honestly I have no idea.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Ironically, arguably my favorite is one none of you have even seen and might not because I have no idea if I'll ever finish it. It's long, it's sprawling, and I've worked absurdly hard on it but it's just. so. much. As to finished fics, though - probably Reclamation. It's got Themes and everything.

[stormxpadme]

Whumptober 2023 No. 15 - I'm Fine

Scogan Bingo challenge Hangover

Logan woke up thanks to some pitiful whining from whomever he'd ended up in one room with after last night's maybe slightly exaggerated drinking excess at Stark Tower, and to utter confusion.

Indeed, he needed a few moments longer than usual after coming around, to sort his memories. How the fuck had that happened? It took a lot of booze to get his healing factor to its knees so badly that he felt even intoxicated for a few minutes. So chances were probably, Natasha had gifted him with a few bottles of the Russian good stuff as a thank you for some of the X-Men helping their favorite competing team out with yet another HYDRA attack on downtown New York yesterday. Most of the other team members had gone home right after that battle, but Stark had insisted, Scott and Logan should stick around in his main residence, for toasting to yet another triumph over evil … Right. Thinking about it, Logan was pretty sure, he'd spent a big part of the ensuing evening, continuing that promising little flirt with his team leader that had been continuously growing more serious and purposeful by the week, ever since Scott's and Jean's overly dramatic breakup following Jean's rebirth and demonic possession a year ago. And something – that damn other demon, the one at the bottom of the last bottle, probably – must have possessed Logan, asking Scott for a dance at the end of that damn bender, when the hall had been almost empty already … Oh. Oh damn. A groan somewhere between amusement, wonder, embarrassment, and a hint of anticipation on his lips, Logan rubbed over his face lazily when his brain finally went into fully orientated mode, his senses kicking in, and he realized, no, he hadn’t been imagining it … That was indeed a very well-known, grounded sense hitting his nose from the other side of that Kingsize, mixed with the distinctive ocean breeze note that was Scott's favorite aftershave and a slightly stale note of alcohol, not to mention Logan's own scent all over the guy. Yep, judging by what Logan could recall in spite of his still dizzy state, there was indeed a quite alluring reason for why he was covered in lots of sweat and … other body fluids. Oh well. That had been a long time in the making. It might not exactly have been the plan for last night, originally, but at least that annoying dance around the fire from the last half a year or so was finally over. "Good morning to you too, Slim."

"Stop screaming," a sleep-heavy voice rasped instead of the kinder, more charming answer Logan had half and half been hoping for. A complaint followed by another pained moan that might have alarmed Logan if he didn’t remember now Scott emptying one glass after another himself at that damn party. With someone who usually didn’t even touch the New Year's Eve champagne, that had been destined to go south from the start.

Just like that, Logan was suddenly wide awake as he realized, maybe giving in to his desire for this stupid bastard so readily hadn’t been the best idea after all. Not when they'd both not been entirely clear in the head.

"Why the fuck are we up?"

"It's two-thirty," Logan answered as diplomatically as possible, fighting to bite back the growing disappointment in his voice. Now that Scott and he had finally stopped being idiots about the attraction and feelings between them, he wasn’t interested in yet another fight about stupidities. Somehow, he had to get his dear team leader awake anyway though, with their duties at Mutant High waiting for them. The last chaos after the clusterfuck that had been the Cure and Dark Phoenix crises was still not entirely sorted out even months after, and neither of them could afford to be gone from the mansion for too long right now. "In the afternoon, in case you wondered."

"I didn’t, so don’t bother me with details." Logan watched as Scott pulled the corner of their shared blanket up over his head, robbing Logan of the delicious sight of his broad bare chest being covered in more than one bruise and bite mark. "Get out, leave me alone. Piss off Stark, hunt some deer or something."

"Would love to," Logan lied, feeling his anger grow by the second. "But my shorts and shirt are somewhere between you and that wall. And you promised Bobby motorcycle driving lessons. So you can either get up on your own or I'll have to carry you to the shower, bub. Anyone ever tell you you're an ass when you've been drinking?"

"You want me to blast you out of that window, you can try." Still grumbling, Scott peeked out from under that blanket again to glare at Logan from behind his glasses, and Logan decided in spite of his irritation, his lover looked absolutely adorable with sleep-tousled hair. "Why exactly are we naked again?"

"I'll explain that to you when you're older." Logan rubbed through his beard again tiredly, more disillusioned by the moment, and finally pushed himself to his feet, not entirely by chance tugging the blanket off Scott's naked shape as he went. He winced in sympathy when his lover instinctively sat up a little and tried to hold on to it but immediately buried his face in his hands with a noise like a dying whale. "Coffee, Advil, or hospital?"

"I'm fine," Scott snapped at him, followed by a hiss as he rubbed his temples with agitated fingertips. At another attempt to finally pry his eyes fully open properly and move his hurting head from one side to the other, he let out a little yelp, revealing even bigger gaps in his memory than Logan had feared. "You wanna tell me what that thing on my arm is?"

"Should wash off in a week, don't worry. Stark had one of these henna artists at the party. You said it kinda reminded you of me." Only even less sure now if Scott had actually wanted what had happened last night and accordingly with a hard lump in his throat and stomach, Logan reached down carefully to brush that stupid stylized wolf head on Scott's biceps with two fingertips but pulled away immediately when Scott's shoulders tightened as if they hadn’t been touching far more intimately just a couple of hours ago. Well, so much for that.

"Right. Next you're gonna tell me whatever I've got in my tongue there was my idea too." Scott's mood was audibly dropping by the second.

Logan decided, hungover Scott Summers was an even bigger pain than regular Scott Summers, which at least helped not feeling like shit that much. No, this was definitely not how he'd imagined the morning after the end of an arduous but allegedly successful hunt. Whatever. Not like he wasn’t used to pain or something. He should probably just find the rest of those bottles Natasha had given him to counteract that sobering up in more than one regard immediately. And in a month or so, it would stop hurting. Always did. "You sure as fuck had no complaints about it when you used that stud to make me come with your mouth two times last night. But you know what? If it bothers you so much that you let your hair down for once, take it out, swallow some of these smarties, and get dressed, and we just never talk about this again." No longer in the mood to act considerate, Logan slapped down a blister of the strong stuff from his uniform's emergency belt kit on the night table and bent down next to his lover's curled-up shape, reaching for said remains of his clothes next to him, ignoring Scott's new moan this time when the annoying water filled mattress shifted his slightly battered body. "Imma wrap things up with the Avengers. Try to look alive when I come get you in half an hour or so, unless you want our photo on the title of some mutant gossip magazine. You know Stark's always got paps outside his garage. Wouldn’t want anyone to know whom you ended up in bed with by accident, right?"

Before Logan could rush off to the bathroom to wash the traces off the night with a very cold shower and push it from his system that he'd ever had gotten his damn hopes up about this catastrophe of a relationship just waiting to happen, Scott reached up to him unexpectedly and pulled him back down on the bed, on top of him. Another agonized oof came from his lips when Logan, taken by surprise, didn’t catch himself in time and the considerable weight of his adamantium-steeled shape pressed against Scott's obviously quite oversensitive stomach for a moment. But in spite of the very unhealthy color on his cheeks, Scott somehow managed to fight down the threatening nausea. And finally, finally, there was that half-sided, very affectionate and, by Scott's standards, almost light-hearted smile on his lips again that Logan had come to love so much last night, this time definitely without any alcohol involved. "You're an idiot. You seriously think it's sleeping with you I regret?" With still very uncoordinated but determined movements, Scott buried his hands in Logan's hips, playful fingertips digging into his bare ass cheeks, and Logan had to try very badly suddenly not immediately getting hard all over. "I'm only pissed that I needed to drink my weight in tequila before I had the guts to take you to my room. You don't think I would have wanted to be fully aware when I finally got to eat you alive? Just tell me …" With another deep sigh, Scott looked down on himself, on the many traces of their passion covering his arms and chest. "… it was worth it."

"I got a better idea." Breathing away the last of this short moment of wrath, of fear, Logan bent down without hesitation to capture Scott's beautiful full lips in a kiss, fighting back a grimace about the fragrance of said tequila still lingering on his lover's body. "You get that sweet tight ass of yours in the shower now, brush your teeth, take your pills like a good boy, and let me do the boss duties with our government-sucking friends for once. And once we're home and the kids are all asleep, I'm gonna remind you in every single detail what we got up to last night. Lucky for you, I'm great at repeat performances. Then you can judge for yourself if it was good enough for the high Scott Summers standards."

"I'll take you up on that." Scott struggled to sit up a little, trying to chase another kiss but then suddenly turned another shade paler in his face, so quickly that Logan could only just reach for the ice cube bucket next to the bed in time to prevent a few less sexy traces of body fluids on his body. "You know I don't mean it when I tell you I fucking hate you right now, right?"

"Something would be missing from my life if I didn’t hear that from you at least once a day, don't worry." Logan patted Scott's head as he got up again and hurried to get to the bathroom to make himself somewhat presentable, not least so that he could fetch some more badly needed drugs from Stark's med bay. There'd probably been more romantic first versions of the famous Sunday morning after in dating history but he found, somehow, he still couldn’t wipe a stupid huge grin on his face when he stepped into the shower.

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@whumptober | @whumptober-archive

@scoganbingo

#no.15 #i'm fine #x men #fic #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #fanfiction #stormys fanfics #scott summers #cyclops #scott x logan #scoganbingo #scogan #wolverine #whumptober2023

[sucrosette]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

28, 32 if you count the MCU fics I am not particularly proud of. But some people seem to like them, so they stay.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

266,092 - I probably have a good 50k+ in sitting in my wips.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Genshin Impact, BSD, VLD (but only klance), the Wolfstar corner of HP, and BNHA. Also, I'm planning to write for Carry On for Carry On Countdown this year. At some point I’d like to write for kingdom hearts and sk8. (Previously MCU but as mentioned that's been long abandoned.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Whoops, There Goes My Heart (T, 38.4k)

Iced Coffee is Not Supposed to be Spicy (E, 11.1k)

He Makes Me Bloom (E, 30.5k)

Rosé & Bubblegum (E, 11.3k)

Make This Home Yours (E, 10.8k)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I like engaging with my readers, sometimes I'm just very slow. Or like in the context of a wip, I don't always respond until I'm ready to post the next chapter. Which can be very quick or very slow, depending.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If Love Was Labeled Poison (E), definitely, easily, by a mile. It's a wip, but it was originally written as just this first chapter. And its ending is heartbreaking. And it's still not gonna be the happiest ending when I post the following two either.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, so just a fic that's extremely precious to me in its healing feelings: and it was enough (T)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it hate. There have been a couple weird comments I've deleted since entering VLD's fandom space about headcanons but I don't think it's hate. Just people being kind of asses. And in general it doesn't bother me, most of the comments I get are glowing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So much smut. Very kinky, queer smut. No one is hetero and no one is cis. I generally try and tag dynamics and kinks used though so no one gets jump scared.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. I mean, I've thought about it, but in the end, I just end up pulling elements from what would be the borrowed setting for the characters I want to write for. I'm not generally the sort who would dabble in crossover character interactions for longfic. Maybe in a silly drabble, if someone requested some of my favs.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, but I'm unsure if those translations are still available somewhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away, before the time of ao3. But not since. I do have a couple ideas with one of my partners that we might hash out eventually.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly? I love all my ships, I couldn't exactly rank them and it depends entirely on my mood. But, if there's one ship I'll always come back to, it's probably tddk, it's my comfort ship, they're always there for me. I have written exactly one fic, but they mean a lot to me. I'm going to write them more. (On that note, please give The Tea Shoppe at the End of Time (T) some love).

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have one. I know I have some old wips, but I do plan to go back and polish them up and finish them out.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say... probably emotionally evocative imagery and metaphor, I think? I'm very much a smut author, but I think my imagery deserves note. Probably also snarky dialogue I love me some snarky ships.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes. Yep. Fight scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it, I support it, sometimes I do it. It can feel very intimate, but I try and have a native speaker double check my work, and always leave translation notes for my readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh, if we reach way back when... Probably Yuyu Hakusho or One Piece. But who knows where those ran off to. It was before ao3 times. I wasn't even an adult.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

To be honest, I can't really pick a favorite. But if I had to pick a writing I've done I think people should read (that I haven't already mentioned) I present Pettiness in Portraiture (E). Mind the tags, it's fucking rough.

#my writing #sucrosette #q&a #this was a tag game but i just yoinked it #do it if you like!

[scortchedtoast]

My Top 15 Kpop Songs of the Year

1. Love Dive- Ive- Like give IVE their tens this was song of the year, mayhaps even song of the decade (getting ahead of myself). The vibes were immaculate and the song is outstanding I even like the dance break which can break a good song if done poorly. 

2. Hype Boy- New Jeans: Like this is really also the song of the year for me, Love Dive triumphs but probably only because it came out earlier. Like this song is immaculate and attention is pretty good too it would be in the 16-20 range of my fave songs of the year.

3. Catch the Star- Woo!ah- They really outdid themselves like this was a masterpiece and such a great way to start the year. I really didn’t think it could be beat for a while and at one point it was higher than Love Dive but its not as replayable as Love Dive. Still a bop tho!

4. DM- Fromis_9- Again the girls were taking no prisoners' at the beginning of the year jan-feb was insane like this is probably my fave fromis_9 song after love bomb of course.

5. Talk that Talk- Twice- Of course the queens had to be here and for their only comeback of the year. Truly I couldn’t have wished for anything more (except a more coherent MV), like the song is good and repayable. They never disappoint and this comeback as well as celebrate was made just so much better by all the members continuing on and re-signing their contract!

6. Smiley- Choi Yena- Another early bop, like it’s so catchy it’s still in my head! Truly a great debut but that’s to be expected from the izone girlies. The only critique is Bibi was so not needed, like it wasn’t bad but Yena defs could cover that part herself and I’m not crazy about a feature being on a debut. And we must thank Yena for holding down yuehua entertainment until everglow come back.

7. Love in Bloom- ILY:1- They are bringing back christian kpop and I have to thank them for it! This song is so refreshing and unique and a bop. The MV and styling were cute and I replayed it so much it just had to make the list. A very solid nugu debut.

8. Run- H1-key- This was the song of the summer for me. It just screams a fun summer like I was a little unsure of the group what with their former members alleged political connections and their debut song but this was spectacular. 

9. Antifragile- Lesserafim- This is probably my most replayed song of the year which is crazy because it literally came out a few months ago lol. Like this is such a good song to workout to they really served. I was worried what they would do post garam kick out and with the success of new jeans it was looking a bit grim for them but they came back swinging. Also their performances are so good and Yunjin I find genuinely funny which is rare in an idol, like they’ve been added to my faves list.

10. Rollarcoaster- Woo!ah- Yep Woo!ah made the list twice and if we extended the list to 20 entries they would make it thrice. Woo!ah had a great year with a comeback at the beginning middle and end of the year all of which were really strong but starting with Catch the Stars and ending with Rollarcoaster is insane like their producer is a genius. I envision this will climb the rankings but since it came later it’s at number 10.

11. Flip That- Loona- I started writing this before the Chuu situation and the potential exodus of the Loona members and man am I bummed out now. The song is good and everything I wanted after the girl crush mess I’ve been force fed for the past two years. Like just a nice chill song for the summer, not their best but super refreshing. (BUT, everyone needs to boycott bbc and not listen on streaming sites and don’t watch their new comeback or interact with the teasers.)

12. After Like- Ive- They also made the list twice this song was a bit boring to me at first but on a second listen its an earworm. Whoever is producing these Ive tracks starship needs to pay them more cause they are excellent.

13. Loveticon- CSR- Giving Christian Kpop Horsegirl vibes as my one anon put it and we need to bring the genre back so I’m glad they’re helping. Ever since gfriend pivoted to whatever apple was the genre has been left behind and its revival and CSR and ILY:1 can do it! Weird group names tho.

14. Higher- Fifty Fifty- this group has a decent concept and I really like that they sing a majority of the chorus and songs together as opposed to in segments like it makes them unique in kpop. A nice chill jam with good vocals what more could anyone else want.

15. Pop- Bugaboo- I liked the song it was fun but this is mainly here because my girls have disbanded and its only right that they make the list for the two years they were active during.

#Honorable mention to the only men who would've made the list kihyun youth and pentagon feel it #the women were unstoppable this year especially the rookies #no stayc or weekly for the first time since they debuted its sad #poppy would've made it if I counted the japanese tracks but I didnt #my lists

[ratchetslime]

hey, Rust here (also known as fairy-affair from my previous blog that is now unfortunately abandoned), and im back!

During my unsaid hiatus (or maybe said, i cant exactly remember) i have done relative amounts of research and have grown out of a few things. i am still young and still have a lot to learn but i can certainly confirm at least several things!

Under this cut is basically an about me, what things have changed, and my dni criteria

OVERALL BLOG:

This blog is basically one of the handful of accounts i have made so far, and this will be my second alterhuman based blog. Though i may go slightly off topic with some posts, it'll maintain a theme (reblogs of art/moodboards/etc).

This is also what id consider my safespace, so PLEASE respect my boundaries, and if you do break any of my dni criteria i might even have to block you.

This is also somewhere that i can document my feelings and potentially get advice/tips from anyone when possible!

IDENTITY:

This has obviously changed overtime, i have been looking into my alterhuman side of identify for almost a full year now. This will for sure change again and that is fine, but for now here are the current criteria ive gotten.

-petre: Red fox, Tortoiseshell and Turkish Van cat, Border Collie dog, Leafeon (unrelated to what i intend in this blog, but i personally find it worth mentioning.)

-hearttypes: Felinehearted

-(unconfirmed) kintypes: Cryptidkin, Voidkin, Creaturekin (this could be inaccurate, but this is the closest i can grasp at for myself)

ABOUT ME:

I didnt do a proper about me for myself on my previous blog, so here you have it!

-NAME: Rust/Chez (not my real name!)

-AGE RANGE: 13-15

-PRONOUNS: It/its plz!

-HOBBIES: Digital art (if i feel like it, expect some drawings!), Gaming, Collecting trinkets/trash, Hoarding, Hiding in cozy areas, Bein a Furry

-OTHER STUFF: Diagnosed ADD, Very social but also very shy, Interested in The Owl House, Collecting natural items/herbs, and More!

Whew, im tired from typing all of this out, so dont be surprised if i eventually edit this to add more. But yep, welcome to my blog and i hope you enjoy your stay! (P.S. I will add a dni criteria onto here eventually, but for now my basic rules are: Please dont act all creepy/s*xual with me, im a minor and that makes me VERY uncomfortable. If you dont support neopronouns/xenogenders, alterhumanity, any other obscured identity that isnt harmful, please dont interact. And finally, dont be rude and be civil.)

#cryptidkin #alterhuman #otherflicker #otherkin #therian #voidkin #if ur reading this #im proud of you #:]

[xeo-kunsatan]

Believe in Daddy (Sonic's Universe Fanfiction) Pilot

PG -15

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Prologue.

[Willy]

Should I Trust Daddy?

The answer is clear…, Daddy was always caring of me, he is always there for me, but since Mommy's death hes been acting strange. When he is with me he is very affectionate, but when I see him alone since certain distant he seems completely off… Maybe its because he misses Mommy a lot, but I'm always there to comfort him, he needs my caring, he needs me as I need him, but that doesn't mean I don't feel strange for this, even when Mommy died when I was just 4 years ago, I felt like something is missing honestly...

What a lack of education of mine, I forgot to introduce myself as it most be.. My name is Willy Liddell, I'm just 9 years old kiddo who studies in 4th Grade a normal primary/Middle school, just an chill one..

10:02 AM

It was lunch time, as I usually I went to one of my favorite spots In the school yard.

Oh Lookie! there was Tails too, he's visiting the school once more, even when he's a close mate of the most famous hero Sonic The hedgehog, Tails is continuing his studies in this School, school is just a Hobbie for him but still for it and all his adventures He got all the respect of the school, even The most Feared Bully Vlance from 6th Grade respects him.

Willy: Hey Tails!.

Tails: Oh! Hi Willy!

Willy: Long time no see!

Tails: Heheheh, There was just 2 weeks I've been absent.

Willy: I know hahaha, it's nice to see you here again, School feels odd without you.

Tails: And I feel nostalgic when I'm not here , but it's nice to see you too.

Willy: Yep, still get ready for the Surprise Exam the Teacher is preparing.

Tails: Oh Dear~ another one?

Willy: Hey don't be afraid, this stuff are too easy for ya..

Tails: It's more easier for you to say that, yeah it's easy for me, but hey you can handle it even with close eyes.

Willy: you want to prove me, huh?

Tails: It would be a honor to compete in which would finish the exam first.

Willy: If the Better Genius wins!.

We both had a nice time, maybe we don't see each other too often but I still consider him as a good friend of mine, even we love to compete with each other, Maybe I am the most intelligent In my class but Tails is such a Genius of the robotic, if it was for him be can easily enter to any of the most prestigious universities of the city at his young age, but he prefered the chiller way and assist in a normal lower level school, no matter how much prodigious he is, he prefers to enjoy any of his childhood moments.. Isn't something admirable? That's why I consider him a good example.. I don't have an actually aspiration yet, but thanks to the inspiration Tails gives me Im sure will found it one day.

2:00 PM

The School day ended, and I was taking my usual way in the scooter next to one of my classmates Sahir Ahmed from 4th grade too and the Newspaper kid, we aren't too Close but we have a good acquittance.

Sahir: Jeez~... This Exam was too hard..

Willy: It was actually easy..

Sahir: You said it because you finished it first than us, next to our most brilliant classmate Tails, you 2 are the genius of the class not for nothing dud.

Willy: It's true but I can understand ya, the teacher put us questions we haven't seen in other classes before, but I was ready.

Sahir: I should ask you for some tips one day, I almost died there!.

Willy: You know..what if one of those days we could reunite in one of our houses to study together?

Sahir: That's a good idea, you have no idea how much you would be saving my furr.

Willy: It's nothing, you can count with me.

We took separated ways after that, me to my home and he to deliver the newspaper of today.

3:12 PM

At coming home my Daddy received me with a hug, I hugged him back to then go quickly to my room to read my favorite books, it's just So nice to transport in Magical places when you're reading, it's like you're watching butterflies flying around your Room- Wait wut!?.

I was watching blue butterflies flying in my room, I cannot believe that.. I tried to touch one but it disappeared in my hand, it was so magical.

Did my Dad brought me a new projector lamp or something?.. I closed my book and they disappeared, when I went to read again they just came back... It's so strange... when I opened my hand another butterfly appeared from it, did I made that?

I tried to made another one and it succeed .. I cannot believed what I saw and what I made, Oh my goodness! I finally woke my powers! I'd never imagined they would appear too soon. I Quickly ran to my Dad to tell him about the News.

Willy: Daddy Daddy!! Lookie! I finally woke my powers

Jason: Huh?.. really?...

Willy: Eyup! just watch this!

I tried to made another butterfly since my hand but seems I failed because my Daddy didn't seem to be able to see it.

Jason: Ohh.. you're such a jokester aren't you?

Willy: I don't get it... it worked the first time.. what if I.

I tried again but by holding my Daddy's hand and look at him directly at his eyes, he reacted very exalted by it but he finally saw them, all that beautiful butterflies flying around the the kitchen, Daddy got off my hand from his and he was still looking at them, his eyes were shinning while his cheeks turned into a salmon tone

Jason; O-Ohh... I mean- Hey! You made it little butterfly!

Willy: I don't know how but I finally made it!

Jason: In that case, it was a good idea from me that I made your favorite dessert to celebrate this.

Willy: Pumpkin pie!?

Jason: That's right! Pumpkin pie!

Willy: Yay!

Jason: You got her beautiful power~..

He Whispered, he doesn't have to much time with that Strange Behavior but honestly don't get it and I didn't gave it importance, maybe he was impressed but still I wonder in what he's on...

7:00 PM

[Narrator]

Far Away in the kitchen there was Jason making some dough for donuts while he was reading a book in a lower voice tone.

Jason: To start the resurrection ritual you would need specifically .. corpses of 5 different blood types.. to start to the first body.. the soul of this one most be a gentle but employeed, no matter how much pressure are in the studies or usual tasks, this most be a soul with a judge entrepreneur spirit... Entrepreneur spirit huh?.. which person most be like this?..

Jason heard some kid laughs since the outside, he got close to the window to take a look. there was Sahir talking to her grandmother..

Sahir: Thank you so much for the new cape Granny Shamir! it's so soft and warm!.

Granny S: You know so well how much I'm worried you can get a cold in one of these days, the autumn is getting close after all.

Sahir: I love it, now I will be warm in my delivery rides!

Granny S: Such an entrepreneur spirit, aww you are all your father dear..

Sahir: I hope Dad finally returns home...

Granny S: Me too, but hey maybe he works a lot but he'll maybe come home in this seasons.

Sahir: That's true! C'mon let's go home, I can't wait for dinner.

Jason's eyes sparkled.. it was too clear from who will start with.

Jason: Ohhh Willow~, I will finally see you again..

He saw His death wife's photo to kiss it..

Jason: Just Wait~...

To be Continued....

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #sonic oc #sonic fan character #sonic fanfiction #fanfic #mobianocs #mobian oc #mobian #tails the fox #tails miles prower

[garfieldsladybird]

info on marijuana.

bro so today (aug 31) there was club rush at lunch and when i was looking around, there was a club for uh basically shaming drugs which is a good thing and i went over there and i got a pamphlet of marijuana drug abuse prevention series :)

yep. click on it if you want but let me just say they use big ass words. im not going to repeat what it said, just say it the way it will make sense to me.

A note before getting started: I do smoke weed and I’m 15 years of age. I honestly think it’s a bad thing for me to be smoking, there’s a lot of casualties that go with me smoking from a young age. I mean the brain stops growing at 25 for both male and female and I’m not even close to that age. I literally have 10 years until I hit that age. I would love to stop smoking but it also brings me so much joy and I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing that I smoke. it’s not like I smoke cigarettes. but i’m still ruining my lungs and since I’m young my immune system has not like been at its fullest, it most likely has been when I was younger and I did not smoke but I feel like I’m just throwing something something at a wall that’s getting damaged every time i smoke. basically that is whats being put in my mind.

-> now just because I have put this all together and all this info, it does not mean I will stop smoking. I just want people to know the casualties that go with smoking marijuana and if they want to fully do it or not. just know I am definitely not shaming marijuana and people that smoke it. I am people that smoke it and you do you boo!!

this includes:

what is marijuana?

how marijuana can be smoked?

three different types of weed.

what’s in marijuana?

types of marijuana (going with two).

synthetic marijuana?

marijuana and the body.

short-term effects.

long-term damage.

marijuana and sports.

is marijuana addictive?

and info.

1. what is marijuana?

could’ve just said this — ‘Cannabis, also known as marijuana among other names, is a psychoactive drug from the Cannabis plant.’

2. in the pamphlet it adds how marijuana can be smoked?

what it saids -> weed can be smoked as a joint like a cigarette, in a bong (water pipe), and a pipe with no water. And also with dab pens, which are like vapes.

3. there are 3 different types of weed. (they did not include this in the pamphlet)

The first one is sativa; its more of an energizing weed, the plants grow taller and are lighter in color, it takes longer to flower and produces more cerebral effects. This one is the largest of the three families, and it keeps you up during the day and just makes you energized if anything, but it depends if you got the good stuff.

The second one, Indica; Its a like sleepy weed, the plants are shorter, bushier, and produce more sedative physical effects; meaning it makes you more drowsy. I like to call this one 'in the couch' because it’s Indica, so 'in da couch', and like i said it makes you sleepy if anything.

Third one, Ruderalis; I don’t know a lot about it 'cause i dont smoke this kind and not a lot know about it ig. but it's a low-THC species of Cannabis meaning it doesn’t have that much THC in it so basically for people that don’t like to get high they would use that, and i think maybe some cigarette users might smoke that after quitting too if they dont like sativa but I don't know much abt this one.

4. whats in marijuana?

the main compound in marijuana is thc and thats what causes the effects of getting high. THC stands for tetra-hydro-cannabinol, tetrahydrocannabinol, thats the chemical responsible of marijuana's mind effects and that is also what makes people feel high.

this is because there’s two receptors in the brain that it releases too, it binds with receptors in the brain that control pain, mood, and other feelings.

And there’s also cbd (cannabinol). Cannabinol is a chemical found in the Cannabis sativa plant. There is interest in using cannabinol for sleep, pain, and as an appetite stimulant. CBD is a non-intoxicating cannabinoid, so it won't get you high. It will, however, produce a wave of calming and relaxing effects that can elevate the mood and invigorate the user; makes you feel mellow and more comfortable.

5. types of marijuana? kinda going with 2. (they should have named this differently bc this is basically how you would smoke it)

so a joint; which is basically rolled up marijuana in cigarette paper.

a roach; technically you would get this after smoking a blunt or maybe even a joint too but it depends. this is just like whats leftover. (i personally wouldn’t call this a way to smoke weed but still counts)

a blunt; what i do with blunts is take the tobacco out of the blunt and fill it with weed as if its a joint. 

in the pamphlet its saying ‘hash oil.’ hash oil is basically dab. BHO; butane hash oil is what makes dab, dab. this is in other words a kinda liquid form of marijuana but the form is not like water, its like jello but when heated it melts and thats how you would take it. This is also what they would put in carts/cartridges, they would put dab in dab pens (which are like a vape).

6. synthetic marijuana.

like a designer drug. bc they are sprayed with artificial chemicals that are designed to mimic the effects of cannabis.

i dont know much about this.

7. marijuana and the body. (im not copying anything from the pamphlet, im just commenting on what it says)

the lungs; okay so right now i have a really bad cough, like real bad, i can feel it when i need to cough and it feels/sounds as if your shoe is scraping rocks on concrete and uh i think why i have it might also be bc of smoking. like it says, “regular users often develop a chronic cough that can progress into lung diseases..” which i have no words to make a comment other than this.

the mouth; i did not know that could happen. omg.

the cardiovascular system; i could have a heart attack!?? omg-

the stomach; wait, marijuana slows the digestive system? ik it increases appetite, we call that the munchies! but when eating marijuana edibles it can cause nausea?.. i haven’t really been able to get high from edibles and i rarely have em but i still dont know if it causes nausea..

muscles; yes to that. when high and i’m sleepy, my hands are numb and i just don’t want to move especially if im in bed abt to sleep. but when high during the day, im fine yeah my muscles will feel light but i am aware of my surroundings. 

body tissue; yes it can be detected in the body for up to 28 days, a month at its finest. i did not know that THC is stored in fatty areas of the body.

the reproductive system; okay this is cray cray. it says, “in females, marijuana use can disrupt the menstrual cycle and lead to fertility problems.” that scares me cuz i want kids. oh gosh. this is scary. continuing, “in males, marijuana lowers the sperm count and may cause irregular sperm cells to form.” i hope males are okay too.

going with that i found a site saying, “In women, high THC doses interfere with the menstrual cycle and may delay or prevent ovulation.” — this is all true.

8. short-term effects.

delusins

painic

paranoida

acute psychosis (basically delusions)

increased appetite (muchies)

increased heart rate

bloodshot eyes

dry mouth and throat (cotton mouth)

dizziness

loss of short-term memory

altered sense of time

impaired judgment

mood swings

inability to concentrate on tasks

loss of coordination

loss of depth perception

9. long-term damage.

risk of brain damage

mental depression

reduce immunity to infections

impaired memory and ability to learn

hallucinations and paranoia

chronic lung disease such as bronchitis and emphysema

heart disease

increased risk of lung cancer

irregular ovulation in females

decreased sperm count in males

10. marijuana and sports.

-> THC actually binds to receptors in your brain that control balance, posture, coordination, and reaction time—all things that are important to athletic performance. In addition, marijuana smokers can have many of the same respiratory problems as tobacco smokers, such as a daily cough and phlegm production.

-> i personally think that marijuana helps in creativity so it can also depend on what sport. but everything above is true. i think that if you smoke weed and do dance, it might help for being creative in way but who knows.

11. is marijuana addictive?

yes. no joke.

Approximately 1 in 6 people who begin smoking pot as a teenager will become dependent on the drug.

Users who are dependent on marijuana may also experience withdrawal symptoms when they stop using, such as irritability, trouble sleeping, decreased appetite, craving and anxiety.

thats why im scared.

12. info.

call; 1-800-784-6776 for national alcoholism and substance abuse information center.

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