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banannabethchase · 3 months
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Lance Archer. That's it, that's the prompt.
Proposition
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Lance blinks down. “Excuse me?”
“You and me,” Austin repeats. “Dinner. Or lunch.” He presses his lips together, determined not to panic or go back on what he wants. Colten is definitely watching and is sure to mock him if he bails. “Or, like, the locker room right now, if that’s more your speed.”
Lance’s face breaks into a grin. “Now what does a handsome young guy like you want with a guy like me?”
Austin can’t fight the shiver. “I – okay, that was…that was a yes?” He can’t read Lance’s expression. He can’t slow his racing heart.
“If I could, I would,” Lance says. He reaches out and rests a hand on Austin’s shoulder.
Austin sighs. “Married?”
“Even worse,” Lance says, and the sad little smile on his lips makes Austin want to climb up a tree and hide there for a decade. “I’m straight.”
Austin groans, throwing his head back. “Why does this keep happening to me?”
“Keep happening?” Lance asks. “Who else have to propositioned?”
Austin sighs, and begins to count off on his fingers. “You, Wardlow, Satnam, Christian’s not straight but he said I’m too old, which was a dick thing to say,” he pauses, mentally scrolling his list. “Oh, and Brian Cage. But I shouldn’t have asked.” He wrinkles his nose. “He’s kind of mean.”
“You – you have a thing for big guys, don’t you,” Lance says. He presses his lips together, eyes on Austin. It’s a little too intense, but Austin can’t look away.
“A little,” Austin mutters. “I’m not as bad as Nick Jackson, though.” He leans in. “Did you know he’s fucking Luchasaurus?”
“This is so much more information than I expected to learn today,” Lance mutters, and Austin decides he didn’t hear it. “Tell you what. I’ll put in a good word with Joe.”
Austin’s entire body feels electrified. “Samoa Joe?”
Lance nods. “We chill sometimes. I’ll tell him to hit you up.”
It’s his white whale, he thinks, fucking Samoa Joe. AEW champion. Man with a mean streak a mile wild. He bounces on his toes. “Okay,” he squeaks. “Um. Thanks. Thanks a lot.”
Lance pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, man.”
Austin watches him walk away, and thinks, perhaps, things are looking up.
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aparticularbandit · 1 year
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for jealous prompts, 24 agatha x r
jealousy prompts 24) “Do you want to make me jealous?” ...more previous lives because why not?
“Who is this?”
It maybe isn’t your best moment.
But it isn’t – it isn’t like you’ve been hiding anything from Agatha.  She just swept into your little village one day, found you on the outskirts keeping an eye on the sheep, and wrapped an arm around your waist, kissed your neck like she couldn’t smell the stench of shepherding on you – couldn’t smell it or didn’t care, you aren’t still aren’t sure which – overwhelming you with the sweet cinnamon apple scent of her, the tang of vanilla cold on your tongue the first time she kissed you.
You’d guided her to the barn after you’d set the sheep there (it was too cold, then, for them to stay outside, though they needed to graze during the day), taken her to your hay-strewn loft above it all, and assumed she only wanted you for a sweet moment before she took her travels elsewhere.  Strangers were nicer to you than the townsfolk, who you had a tendency to avoid.  They spoke of your stench even after you’d washed yourself in the nearest stream, but strangers didn’t mind.  Some of them had gone just as long without a wash as you did, and while their rutting often left you feeling unfulfilled, it was better than nothing.
Agatha, on the other hand, filled you and, more surprisingly, was still there when you woke as the sun crested the horizon, awake even before you were, running fingers through your tangled hair and murmuring something about soulmates and love.  You weren’t certain what she meant, but in the time since then, when she hasn’t left your side, when she’d taken up shepherding just to be alongside you (and was surprisingly good at it, for a stranger), you’d found yourself growing attached to her, more and more as each day passed by.
Of course, that she continued to share your loft certainly helped matters.
But a month ago, one of the women you’d fallen for hard when you’d first—
She’d left when the villagers called her out as a witch, left when it seemed that the villagers would try to kill her if she didn’t, and she’d stopped just long enough to press a kiss to your freckled cheek – warm, comforting – before riding out of town.
You are older now than you were then, and although you couldn’t hope that she might have feelings for you, you are…older now.  You can take care of yourself.  And she smiles at you so sweetly, bright green eyes sparkling when she commented on how much you’ve grown.
“Wanda,” you say, gesturing to the not-quite-friend you’d been spending more and more time with over the past month, unable to keep the shame from scarletting your cheeks as you say, “an old friend.  She’s been out of town for a while, and I thought—”
Agatha’s eyes sweep across Wanda once, and for an instant, you are certain that Wanda’s smile turns smug before it flicks back to one that is much more confused, her eyes moving from you to Agatha and then back again.  But Agatha’s eyes find you again, and she grabs your wrist, pulls you away.  “Do you want to make me jealous?” she asks, voice soft, blue bright eyes searching your own.  “Is that what this is?”
You shake your head.  “No.  No, it’s nothing like that.”  You turn back to Wanda, press your lips together, and then glance back to Agatha.  “She’s just a friend.  Really.”
Agatha’s grip tightens on your wrist, nearly painful, and you can almost hear her hiss that she doesn’t believe you.  Then her grip softens.  “Okay,” she says, voice still soft.  “Just be….”  She glances over to Wanda and doesn’t look back to you when she says, “Be careful with her.  I wouldn’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” you say, taking her hand in your own and giving it a little squeeze.  “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“But I do, dear.”  Agatha presses a kiss gentle to your forehead.  “I always worry.”
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timehealstale · 2 years
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feralreason · 2 years
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[ a "diary entry" but it's actually a list ]
Dandy Dad’s Do’s and Don’ts for Delightfully Devilish Dave (even though I go by my real name now but you can’t alliterate this as well with W; esp. when the D is perfect)
DO:
Puns :)
Share wholesome boomer memes
Just talk to him about random shit!!!!
Take him to do things? He seems to like that, esp if it's from the list!
The things I was always too scared to do/ask/talk about with Henry maybe??? (unless it's on the list below ofc)
DON’T:
Offer to help in any way. He gets pretty salty about it
Use slang or references. 10/10 chance that if I said I was hella gay he’d think I meant happy lmao
Joke about being a creep, freak, or weirdo. He asked me not to do that ever
Hug him; he’s too stubborn to admit it’s not cool with him
Bring up Henry? Unsure
To be updated over time. Still learning this actual legit real family shit!
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stil-lindigo · 3 months
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I am so sorry to bother you with this stupid question, but Bisan has asked for a complete stop in economic activity. Can I still donate to help Palestinians or is it better to avoid any transactions for the week ? Thank you so much for what you're doing
hello anon. don't apologise, you're a breath of fresh air after the recent visitors in my inbox. I think a slightly more accurate description of Bisan’s ask is to stop or minimise all economic activity not in direct support of Palestine. Now more than ever, I would encourage people to donate to escape funds for Palestinians, to direct aid organisations like CareforGaza and the PCRF, and to buy e-sims as they’re running low.
Below I’ve compiled a list of resources below but this is definitely just a small sample size of what you can do to help during this strike. This post here is an extremely comprehensive resource that I’d recommend you have a look at.
credible organisations that are doing work on the ground in Palestine:
Care for Gaza:non-profit charity that distributes money, food and other resources directly to families in Gaza.They maintain a regular presence on Twitter and Instagram. You can donate to them via Paypal here.
PCRF / Palestine Children's Relief Fund: non-profit organisation that distributes essential food and resources to families in Gaza. Most recently, they delivered 30 tons of vital medicine, and 82,000 pounds of flour.
Medical Aid For Palestinians: deploys medical teams to treat Palestinians suffering under Israel's malicious bombardments.
Donate e-sims to Palestine: massive post with tutorials and relevant links, with discount codes included in the post and in the replies.
help people leave palestine (donate what you can)
Help a Family Evacuate Gaza (GoGetFunding)
Save Sanaa and her Family (Gofundme)
Save Amjad Saher and his family (Gofundme)
Help a family of 13 escape Gaza (Gofundme)
Help a Palestinian children's book illustrator save her family of 12 (Gofundme)
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gibbearish · 6 months
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
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talaricula · 5 months
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Things I've seen tumblr memeing about James Somerton doing à la "How did no one see how bigoted he was!" as if those things haven't been a significant part of tumblr culture for over a decade :
Presenting untrue and bordering on conspiratorial versions of (queer or otherwise marginalised) history without any sources
Completely disregarding and disrespecting any expertise on socio-cultural topics/humanities and distrusting academics and historians (incl. acting as if no academics or historians could be queer or marginalised)
Downplaying the role misogyny played in the historical oppression of queer women and concluding that queer men must have been more oppressed than queer women
Bi women are, at best, not as queer as "real" queer ppl, and at worst, simply equivalent to straight women
Despite nominal trans inclusivity, transmasculine ppl are functionally women when convenient (combined with the above, bi transmascs are functionally straight women)
Despite nominal trans inclusivity (bis), shamelessly attacking, threatening and actively endangering any trans woman who questions them or smth they find important (often by unfairly presenting her as violent or as a threat)
Having absolutely fucking wild and reductive takes about ace ppl, the oppression they face and their place in the queer community
Stating that marriage equality is an assimilationist fight while completely ignoring its direct roots in the horrifying consequences of the AIDS crisis for partners of ppl who died of AIDS
Praising western media creators from the past for queer coding even under censure and in the same breath condemning current non western media creators for being homophobic bc their representation isn't explicit enough
Blaming China for all existing homophobic censoring in western media
Assuming all queer media would be better told by western creators and by western standards
Only out queer ppl get to tell queer stories
Heavily criticising almost all queer media created by women or ppl they see as such (see above points about trans ppl) or involving/starring a significant amount of women for any perceived or real amount of "problematicness", but fawning over and praising and negating criticism of queer media created by and starring mostly or even functionally exclusively men (even when it could be argued that, you know, not involving/seriously sidelining women is a pretty clear example of misogyny which should probably be considered "problematic")
And I'm probably forgetting stuff or there's stuff I have internalised myself and don't recognise as an issue
Like idk but I feel like the takeaway from Hbomberguy and Toddintheshadow's videos should maybe be "be aware of such patterns in your communities bc they definitely exist" and not "this guy is uniquely awful" and I feel like a lot of the discussion I've seen surrounding this has been severely failing at that. Most ppl who've spent any significant amount of time on tumblr prob either have internalised at least one of those thought patterns, have had to de-internalise them, or have had to be extremely vigilant to not internalise them (which is done by, you know, seeking out other sources, which also seemed like an important takeaway from the videos)
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oars · 7 months
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martyrbat · 1 month
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hate when a batman artist isn't committed to bruce's lame bat schtick... give that man a bat insignia on the bottom of his boots rn
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pokimoko · 10 months
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I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.
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iamanartichoke · 9 months
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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banannabethchase · 9 months
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7 mox / both bucks
Thick Thighs (Make a Buck Rise) - also on AO3
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Mox finds his gear pants cut up with scissors and he's pretty sure he knows who may have done it. The question is which Buck.
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It happened when he was in the fuckin' bathroom, Mox is sure of it, and he's pretty sure he has a clue of the culprit.
"Fuckin' EVP idiots," he grumbles, shoving his way through the hallway and to the locker room where his least favorite pretty boys live.
He shoves the door open without knocking to see Matt and Nick on the couch. Matt, inexplicably, is upside down.
"Can we help you?" Nick asks, barely looking up from his phone.
Mox looks between the two Bucks, trying to read guilt on one of their faces. Or both. It could easily be both. “Which one of you came up with this bullshit? It had to be one of you.”
Matt flutters his stupid, pretty eyelashes and Nick stares unblinkingly. "What do you mean?" Matt asks.
"We've got no clue what you're talking about." Nick looks like he believes it, too.
"This!" Mox holds up his gear pants, cut into booty shorts. "One of you shitheads cut up my gear pants, and now I'm gonna have to wear jeans to the ring." He huffs, trying to remember those breathing calming things Claudio's been trying to teach him. "This is a really stupid prank right before a show."
Matt bites his lip and Nick rolls his eyes. "Goddamnit, Matt," Nick mutters. He drops his head into his hands.
"What?!" Matt exclaims. "Look, maybe somebody mistook them for their own gear." He shrugs.
"I'm not defending your crap on this one." Nick stands and backs away, hands in the air. "This is all you."
Matt looks frantically between Mox and Nick. "Wait, no," he says, leaping to his feet. "Wait, you wouldn't leave your big brother to get pummeled by a big scary man, would you?"
Nick rolls his eyes, then turns away to walk out the door. "You like getting pummeled by big scary men," he calls over his shoulder.
Mox snorts and turns back to Matt, who is very clearly panicking. "So it was you," he says, folding his arms over his chest.
"You can't prove it!" Matt's almost shrieking.
Mox shuts the door behind him. "You got them big stupid boo-boo eyes going, Matt, come on." He walks into Matt's space until Matt's back bumps against the wall. "Don't lie to me."
Matt's eyes are wide as he searches Mox's face. "Okay," he breathes. "Okay, yes, I cut up your gear pants."
"Now why the fuck would you do that?" Mox asks. He doesn't know why, but he's compelled to rest a hand on Matt's waist, to touch, to squeeze just a little bit. Matt's eyes flutter shut for a second, then snap back open.
"I -" Matt exhales, shaky. "I - thighs."
Mox blinks. "Excuse me?"
"Your thighs," Matt says. "I - you wore trunks a few times, and they looked so good, and I was dying to see them again and just - I couldn't come up with a better way." He licks his lips, eyes flickering between Mox's mouth and eyes. "I cut up your pants because I was being weird."
Mox grins. "Weird how?" He's gonna make Matt say it.
Matt whines and stomps his feet a little. "Don't - you know."
"I wanna hear it." Mox leans in to speak into Matt's ear. "Come on. Tell me how much it gets you off."
Matt whimpers. "Okay, fine," he whispers. "You - you look so good in the trunks, Mox, and I got weird about it."
"You should'a just asked," Mox says, tugging at Matt's earlobe with his teeth. "Could'a shown you a whole lot more."
Matt moans, cut off, like he didn't mean it. "Don't make promises you can't keep," he mumbles.
Mox pulls back. "Who says I wasn't gonna keep my promise?"
"Huh?"
Mox slides his fingertips under Matt's shirt, dancing along the skin. "I'm a nice man," he murmurs. "I can give you what you want." He steps back and undoes his belt. He's pretty sure Matt's eyes roll back in his head a little.
"No, no," Mox says. "You look at me while I'm doing this for you."
Matt's eyes snap back to Mox's. He nods. "Yeah."
Mox makes a show of taking his belt all the way off, fighting a grin as Matt watches him with an open mouth and wide eyes. He goes for his button and stops. Matt makes a miserable little sound.
"Oh, you want me to keep going?" Mox asks.
Matt nods. "I wanna see."
Mox grins. "Alright then." He pushes the jeans down his legs, shuffling a little as they get caught on his boots. He glances up to see Matt straight up panting. "You like?"
Matt nods. "Your - those boxer briefs are really small."
"More thigh for you to enjoy, baby." Mox waits to see Matt's reaction to the nickname, and Matt looks...more than intrigued.
"Can - can I see..." Matt trails off and licks his lips.
"What do you want?" Mox asks. It's a little awkward to lean back toward Matt with his jeans around his feet, but he makes it work.
"I - I want - I want to -" Matt swallows and turns those giant brown eyes onto Mox's. "Do I have to see your thighs?"
"What?" Mox asks. "I guess, no?" He leans down to pull his jeans back up, but Matt catches him by both wrists.
"No," Matt says frantically. "I mean - I want you to - to -" He exhales shakily. "I want you to fuck me."
Mox's eyebrows flying almost as high up as his hairline, which is saying something. "Really."
Matt nods. "I think I like more than just your thighs. I - yeah." His face is fire engine red, eyes flickering all over Mox's face but his eyes.
"I think we can work with that." Mox leans in and kisses Matt, because he's a man of substance and if he's gonna do this he'll do it right, who sighs like a romance novel heroine. "Jesus, you sound pretty. Why can't you shut up and moan like that all the time?"
Matt's eyes are closed as he drops his head back against the wall and, for once, doesn't have a retort. All the better for Mox.
He gets his hands on Matt's hips and turns him, biting at the back of Matt's neck. Matt makes a delightful little noise, something in between a moan and a gasp, and Mox is worried he's about to get obsessed.
Mox is glad Matt seems to be a bit of a slut, because he mumbles, "Blue bag, front pocket," and Mox reaches over to pull out lube and a condom.
"You expecting this, Buck?" Mox asks, sliding a slick finger around Matt's rim. Matt wiggles his perfect little ass against it, sighing as Mox sinks in to the first knuckle.
"No," he mumbles. "That's Kenny's bag."
"So, to be clear, we're about to fuck with Kenny's supplies," Mox says, working his finger in a little further. "And that's not weird to you?"
"Mm - no," Matt says, pushing back, like he can't get enough. "He stole my underwear once, so now we're even."
"I don't even want to know."
Mox is impressed at how shamelessly Matt takes his fingers, how desperately he whines for more, and teases the third finger long enough to get Matt straight up pleading.
"I'm ready, please, just fuck me," he begs, hands flat against the wall. "God, Mox, please."
"Aren't you, like, embarrassed to be this desperate?" Mox asks. He slides his fingers out. "Not judging, just asking."
Matt turns his head, pressing a cheek against the wall. "What, like you're so chill fucking me out of nowhere?" He grins as Mox slides the head of his cock inside him. "I think you're just as desperate as me."
"Don't get bitchy now, Buck," Mox pushes all the way in, head in the clouds with the heat of Matt around him, "I was just starting to like you."
"Jesus, just fuck me already," Matt mumbles, pushing back onto Mox's dick.
"Was that a swear?" Mox asks, pounding into Matt. He's determined to get him to shut up, somehow. "I thought you Bucks don't do that."
"Only when I really think the moment deserves it," Matt says, words punched out of him as Mox fucks into him. "And - Christ - you being a brat seemed worth it."
"Me?!" Mox asks, reaching a hand around to grab Matt's cock. He gathers precome to add to the glide, grinning at Matt's moan. "You're the one cutting up my fuckin' clothes for attention."
"Not attention," Matt says, breathing ragged, "horniness. Needed to - oh my god - see your stupid sexy thighs."
Mox laughs and puts a little more work in. "Yeah, well, you're hot too, baby. Makes up for the fact that you're fuckin' annoying."
"Shut up," Matt grumbles. "Also, don't you dare stop. I'm close."
"I could walk away right now," Mox says. He grips Matt's hips and fucks harder, feeling it build in his spine. "I could leave you here without anything."
Matt laughs, cut off by a moan. "No, I don't think you could." He comes hard against the wall, pulsing into Mox's hand and moaning Mox's name so loudly he can barely stand it. One, two, three more and Mox is coming too, his brain turning into mush, and falls against Matt. He crushes him against the wall a little bit, but he thinks Matt deserves it.
"So," Matt mumbles. "That happened."
"Yeah."
"You're squishing me."
"You're a bitch."
Matt laughs and wiggles his hips. Mox's dick feels super weird as it's exposed to the air conditioning again. He wants nothing more than to sink into that warmth again. "Yeah? Takes one to know one.”
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Mini Playlist:
Thick Thighs - Willam feat. Latrice Royale
Bad Things - Jace Everett
Strip Tease - Danity Kane
Hit it From the Back - Kim Petras
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bli-o · 5 months
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hey autistic people who get overwhelmed by large groups or noise or conversation or etc etc etc you’re not evil for wanting to leave a family gathering. just so you know.
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lazylittledragon · 1 month
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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about
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dcrkurge · 5 months
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@palaedins
"Hm. More and more tieflings on the road by the day it seems. But you don't have the bearing of a helpless refuge." The bard remarked, stormy eyes, eyes used to observing and assessing, appraising the woman on the road.
A wave of psychic energy shimmered through him, sensing the tadpole in her mind with his own. "Not on the surface, anyway." He added in her mind.
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oobbbear · 4 months
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I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times
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Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use
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