#to actually focus and give a flying fuck about this class

[kiliantharker]

god i hate this fucking geology class

#harker.txt #i just. god i cannot fucking do textbook lecture only based classes #and im kind of worried now because i really fucked up an essay in ANOTHER textbook lecture based class and now thats at a C and this one is #at a D and i dont want my gpa to drop super badlyyy but god i cannot bring myself #to actually focus and give a flying fuck about this class #and everybody keeps telling me to just *focus* and to just *reward myself when im done* and its like dude i really fucking cant #this is not interesting the professor gives the most boring hour long lectures that make me want to bash my head in #and since its an online class im not actually physically forced to be there and to pay attention so im just Not Doing It #ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #i just want this semester to be over and god i regret not dropping these two goddamn fucking classes i shouldve taken the L and lost 500$

[cherryredstars]

omg hi cherry!!! yay yay yay I'm so excited requests are open! I love your writings ❤❤❤

Mkay so I was wondering if you would be into writing something more fluffy (I mean you can put smut if you want, lord knows I'm not gonna complain 🤭). I was thinking maybe reader is a teacher, and Gabriella is in her class at school, so she meets Miguel that way. And like over time he just keeps making excuses to see her, even though Gabriella's grades are actually totally fine— he's just so down bad lmao

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reder

Warnings: Fluff, Last Line is Suggestive

A/N: Hi, lovie! Thank you!!!

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You're fucking stunning.

Standing there in a pretty little dress, skin glowy from summer vacation. Got one hell of a smile on you, too. It has Miguel antsy as he waits in line to drop Gabi off for her first day, his hands tightening around his daughter's book bag as his eyes study every little move you make. Eyes zeroing in on how the wind plasters the back of your dress to your legs, your hands catching the front of it to prevent the fabric from flying too high up. He's nothing but a lovesick puppy by the time he reaches you, nodding dumbly to your introduction as he marvels over the softness of your hand in his, and eyes dropping to the glossy tint of your lips. He has to stop myself from making a noise when you bend down to talk to Gabi, complementing her outfit and gushing about how excited you are to be her teacher this year. The sight is so fucking domestic and he has to stop the fantasies popping up in his head. He takes it as a god-given sign that you're meant to be his when you start to get up, only to grab onto Miguel's shoulder as two little kids come running and bumping into you from behind. He'd be one hell of a lousy man if he didn't jump at the opportunity to grab at your waist and pull you closer to him to 'help steady you'.

Any day that Gabi comes homes with a little paper asking for parent help at a school event for her class is one hell of a lucky day for Miguel. Instantly jumping at the opportunity, signing up the seconds he reads it. Can't miss out on a single opportunity to see how you treat Gabi like she's your own kid or be close to you. Fucking loves how flustered you are every time he takes something off your hands, encouraging you to leave all the heavy duty labor to him so you can focus on the kids. He's always offering to do something for you. Something in the classroom is broken and the school's maintenance is taking too long to fix it? Oh cariño, why didn't you say something sooner to him or Gabi? He'll come in during your lunch break to fix it up while the kids are at recess. Sweet little thing needs help putting up decorations around the classroom? Oh baby, what do you think big, large men are meant for? He'll stay after school Friday and put everything up, just sit and be pretty as you help Gabi with her math homework. Sad that you need to buy new supplies for the classroom but they don't fit into your budget and you feel bad having to ask the parents to donate supplies again? Oh doll, send him a list of anything and everything you want and it's yours, pretty ladies like you don't deserve to worry about things like that. He'll even give you his number so he can buy you lunch.

And when you blink up at him with your sparkly doe eyes and ask, "What can I do to repay you, Mr. O'Hara?"

Fuck.

If you aren't careful, he might just have to buy you a pretty little ring. And, by next school year, you'll be introducing yourself as Mrs. O'Hara.

Maybe he'll even give you a kid of your own while he's at it; Gabi's been bothering him about a baby brother, anyways.

#cherry's requests🍒 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel o hara x y/n #miguel atsv #miguel x you #miguel o'hara x you

[lenafromthenordiccoven]

Yes, ma'am | Bob Floyd x f!pilot!reader

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x f!Pilot!reader

Requested? no (unless you count my own brain pestering me with this)

Rating: M – MDNI 18+

Word count: 4370

Warnings: Pilot!reader,  switch!Bob, switch!reader, light fingering, oral (f!receiving) unprotected PinV (be smart and wrap it, folks), breeding kink, Bob Floyd fucks, Navy and Air Force inaccuracies are probably gonna pop up here and there, super self-indulgent

Summary: After six years of training, you’re finally graduating from flight school as one of the first female Eurofighter Typhoon drivers in the Austrian Air Force. Your boyfriend of six and a half years, Bob, has supported you every step of the way. And now? Now it’s time to celebrate his newly graduated, freshly made Lieutenant, girlfriend.

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A/N: Listen, this is gonna be SUPER self-indulgent, ‘kay? Thanks to TGM, the Austrian airshow “Airpower” in 2022 and the internships I’ve done with the AAF, I’mma try to enter flight school for the Eurofighter Typhoons once I’m done with my MA. This translator wants to flyyy, baby! 😂 So, this is my brain keeping me motivated to train for the entry exam by giving me ideas of what it could be like to actually do it and graduate. Also, I’m a slut for Bob Floyd. What else is new? 😂 This is basically an extension of @attapullmans International Bob Floyd Fucks month. I wanted to have this up by the end of January but didn’t have time. (Song to listen to for this would be Tell Me The Truth by Two Feet.)

Six years. You’d been waiting for this moment for six years. Had worked hard for it. And now, as officers, family and other invitees were applauding and two of the Typhoons soared overhead, you were officially being dismissed as a Second Lieutenant for the first time. The first female Typhoon driver in the Austrian Air Force. And yet, it didn’t feel real. Not the way your classmates, other pilots with the rotary wing or other fixed-wing aircraft, clapped you on the back as they cheered. And certainly not the way your boyfriend of almost seven years, who’d been there for you every step of the way since you’d told him you wanted to try out for the Air Force when you’d first started dating, was grinning at you. No, he was positively beaming.

The fact that your parents hadn’t been able to make it to your graduation might’ve dampened your mood, if Bob wasn’t looking at you with so much love and pride, it made your own chest swell. You’d done it. Despite what everyone else and your own mind had told you from time to time, you’d made it. And, to be honest, you’d been terrified of Selection Day. Scared that even after already three years of consistently being top of the class and adamant about wanting to fly the Typhoon, your superior officers would tell you, they’d assign you to the helicopters or air transport.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, blood roaring in your ears as you pushed through the crowd and finally reached Bob. You were trembling by now, the adrenaline slowly wearing off, the world coming back into focus. And with it, the thought that you had to get Bob out of here as soon as possible. He’d chosen to wear his dress whites, while you were in your dress uniform with its grey jacket and grey pants (thank god, they’d actually let you choose whether you wanted to wear a skirt or pants and nobody had pitched a fit when you’d gone for the pants, explaining that you would “stick out like a sore thumb as is”, you didn’t want to add to that by being the only person wearing a skirt. The other female cadets in your class had all chosen the pants as well.) – and the new golden edelweiss on your collar. Fuck, if he didn’t look like he’d stepped off the pages of one of the romance novels you’d been devouring recently.

“Congratulations, darlin’. ‘m so damn proud of you,” he murmured before bending down to press his lips against yours in what had to be the most chaste kiss of the century. But you were still in sight of your superiors, so you couldn’t go too far. Especially since your relationship had already sparked enough gossip – and a three-hour briefing on what you could tell your boyfriend and what you couldn’t, not that you hadn’t figured out most of the things with you usually being on the receiving end of Bob’s professional silence. You didn’t feel like adding fuel to the fire, even though you positively ached to kiss Bob the way you really wanted to and to stick your hands in his hair and mess up that gelled back hairdo he was sporting.

You could feel your cheeks heat at the thought of how you didn’t even want him to take off his uniform. You just wanted to get him home and have him fuck you while he was still wearing his dress whites. “Thank you, baby,” you finally replied to Bob’s praise.

He raised an eyebrow and slightly cocked his head at your reaction, but you saw recognition bloom on his face when you lightly bit down on your bottom lip. He leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “Do we still have to go to any official dinners or parties, or do you think, we can jus’ sneak off?” His voice was rough, lower than it had been just a minute ago, and it sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

You briefly closed your eyes before you looked back up into those light blue eyes of his, trying to look as innocent as you could muster. “I’m afraid, there’s one more we have to go to. My new squad leader’s paying, and it would probably be good to get to know them a bit before next Monday. But I’m sure, they’ll understand if we don’t stay for too long.”

“Whatever you say, Lieutenant.” His lips stretched into a smirk, the kind of which you imagined only you saw on the regular, as another shiver raced down your spine and left goosebumps in its wake despite the June heat. Damn it. You knew, how much he liked it when you called him by his rank. But this? This was new. And you loved it. “You wanna take the lead when we get home?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you in closer as you nodded.

“Hell yeah, I do.” You both chuckled at your response. Usually, you had no problem handing over control to Bob, especially in the bedroom. But sometimes, especially if things had been stressful and since you’d joined flight school, you liked to be the one to make him whimper and beg for a change. Tonight would not be any different. You grinned as your mind was already busy conjuring up ideas.

***

“Good god, I’m so sorry. I had no idea, he could talk that much,” you groaned when you finally entered your off-base apartment with Bob hot on your heels. Initially, you’d expected to only stay for maybe two hours with your new squad. But then time had stretched on and now it was almost ten pm. You were exhausted. But also restless. Besides, you actually had the weekend off, starting with Saturday tomorrow. And Bob would leave on Sunday evening, so who would fault you for not wanting to go to sleep yet?

You toed off your shoes as Bob closed and locked the door and then leaned his back against it. His eyes were closed, a sigh left his lips and for the first time since you’d picked him up from the airport, he looked tired. You inched closer to him, snuggling into his chest, despite his buttons and ribbons digging into your cheek. You could feel him relax against you, just as the tension finally left your own shoulders.

“You know,” you began to mumble into his jacket, “I’d get it if you wanted to go to sleep after today. We’ve still got tomorrow and Sunday after that.” You really would have understood if his response had been yes, wouldn’t have minded just curling into his embrace and against his warm body in bed as you both drifted off to sleep.

But to your surprise, he simply lightly pushed on your shoulders until he could get his fingers under your chin and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. “I might be tired, but that doesn’t matter. Haven’t seen you in months. Just wanna … feel you. Make you feel good.”

“You want to be a good boy for me?” you replied with your own question, your own fingers inching up his neck until you could caress his cheek. He leaned into your touch and then nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes were glued to yours, pupils blown a little wider than they had been just minutes before. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards when he heard the sharp intake of your breath at his words.

You groaned, squeezed your eyes shut and then leaned your forehead against his chest. His words only worsened the throbbing in your core, while you fought the urge to squeeze your thighs together. “I never thought, I’d actually like it when people call me that. Makes me feel so old.” You swallowed thickly. Well, you weren’t entirely honest. You’d thought about what it would be like to hear Bob call you “Ma’am” or by your rank. The two of you had tried it out once, where he’d called you cadet and you’d immediately shut him down. It had made you feel too small, by no fault of his really. You just hadn’t liked it. But this? Hearing him call you Lieutenant? Especially in this tone of his he sometimes got when he was particularly needy and wanted you to ride him. It ignited a whole new wave of desire in your core that quickly spread throughout your whole body.

He chuckled. You felt his chest vibrate underneath your cheek. “Now you understand what you do to me when you call me by my rank?” His hand came up to cup the back of your neck. Your eyes almost fluttered closed again just feeling his fingers brush against your skin.

“You wanted me to call you Lieutenant and Sir,” you started to defend yourself. Bob’s grip around the back of your neck tightened. Only lightly, but enough to make you take a half step back, so you could look him in the eyes properly. The light blue of his eyes was almost completely swallowed by his blown-out pupils now. His other hand took your wrist and brushed your hand against the growing tent in his pants.

You could see his nostrils flare when you flexed your hand and grabbed his dick over his pants, rolling the heel of your palm against his tip. He jerked, his hips involuntarily bucking against your hand. He barely suppressed the moan bubbling out of his throat and you bit your lip to hide the grin threatening to break out on your face. “I know, you feel weird about people callin’ you ma’am at work. But when we’re off-duty and I call you that or by your rank, I don’t want you to ever think, it’s not a sign of my utmost devotion to you. I love you, Y/N. And I wanna make you feel good. Please. Lemme make you feel good. Show you how much I worship you, ma’am.”

He kept his eyes trained on yours as you leaned up on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his ever so lightly. He groaned and chased after your lips, but you took another step back, took your hand away from his crotch in the process. “Well, then you better show me you mean it, Lieutenant. Don’t you think?” You began to slowly walk backwards into your small apartment, undoing the buttons on your uniform jacket as you watched him stalk after you.

While discarding your uniform, you were careful not to wrinkle it. You’d have to probably go to the designated dry cleaner’s anyway, but just wanted to be safe. A thought that immediately left your head when you saw Bob reach up to undo his own buttons. You surged forward, put a hand on his and then said: “Did I say, you could undress, Lieutenant?”

Bob’s gaze flicked from your face to your hand on his. You were pretty sure, he’d also eyed the semi-lacy bra peeking through your open shirt, but you couldn’t fault him. While your current underwear couldn’t possibly be classed as lingerie, you were wearing a pretty, white set that came with lace trim around the hems, was super soft and comfortable to wear – but also had your now pebbled nipples poking through the cloth. “No, ma’am. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, Lieutenant. I’ll let it slide this time. But just so we’re both clear, the uniform stays on until I say otherwise, understood?”

Bob startled, blinked once, twice, before he stuttered: “S-say again?” In another instance you would have teased him for so easily falling back into the standard ICAO phraseology, but this time, you just smiled. You shrugged off your white shirt, relishing in the way his eyes tracked every little one of your movements. He licked his lips as you pressed your body against his, nudging his cock with your thigh. One of your hands travelled up his chest, over his ribbons. Your nails lightly scratched the skin of his neck until you could tangle your fingers into his hair. And you tugged. Not hard enough to actually hurt him, but enough to elicit a broken moan.

“I said, the uniform stays on until I say otherwise.” You tugged again. “Did you understand me, Lieutenant Floyd? Or do I have to spell it out for you?” He leaned down a bit, until your faces were only inches apart.

You could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He would obey for now, play along with your little game, but you would definitely be having a conversation about your apparent uniform kink later. And you knew, he would use it against you when he could.

“Loud and clear, ma’am.” He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you a little closer, and you guessed, to keep your body pressed against his, give you a harder time to escape his grasp again.

“Good.” You pressed a small kiss to his lips, ducking away before he could deepen it. You started to back up again, into your bedroom while you opened the button and fly of your pants, pushed them down over your thighs and let them pool down at your feet. You heard him groan and felt his fingers lightly brush over your ass when you turned around to walk over to your bed. You swatted his hand away, then bent over to push down your panties.

Bob swore under his breath, and you couldn’t help the grin that lit up your face at his reaction. You’d soaked through your panties by now, knew he could see it. Was probably itching to bury his fingers and face in your pussy. But when you caught his gaze, your breath hitched in your throat and your overly confident, dominant persona faltered for a split second. Fuck. He looked like he was going to devour you the second he got his hands on you. For a moment, you wondered if you’d gone too far in teasing him this much.

“What’s your color, baby?” you asked and slowly sank down on the edge of the bed.

“Green. Still, very much green. But, damn, Y/N…” His gaze briefly landed on your pussy and the wetness you knew he could see staining your inner thighs. You swallowed, before you leaned back a bit, steadying yourself on your hands.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and show me what other talents your mouth and those thick, nimble fingers of yours possess.” He didn’t even respond verbally this time, only made a sound that reminded you of a growl. He nodded, once, just a quick, curt movement of his chin. Then he closed the distance between the two of you in two long strides.

His hands were on you before you could even tell him to touch you. One of them cradled your head and pulled you closer, so he could crash his lips against yours in what you’d call a complete 180° turn from how you’d kissed on base earlier that day. You moaned into the kiss, tangled one of your hands into his hair and easily opened up for his tongue to slip into your mouth. His other hand wandered down, quickly squeezing your right breast before it dipped down between your legs.

“Bobby,” you gasped against his lips as he swiped his fingers through your folds and pressed his index finger lightly against your clit.

“What, no more orders for me, ma’am?” He smirked against your lips as you desperately shook your head. You’d thrown your persona out the window the minute he’d fully touched you. All that mattered was feeling his body against yours now. Nothing else.

“Fuck that. Need you to take over. Fuck me, Bob. Please.” You could barely suppress the moan ripping out of you as he quickly shoved two fingers inside of you.

He groaned into another kiss; you knew he could feel you clench around his fingers. How you grew even wetter. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ll do anything you want if you ask me this nicely.”

When you opened your mouth to tell him what exactly it was you wanted, he gently withdrew his fingers from your pussy and pushed them past your lips instead. You closed your mouth around his fingers, letting your tongue swirl over the tips and let out a low moan at the taste – and the fact that he had just figured out what you wanted without you having to ask.

He slowly sank down on his knees in front of you, grabbed your thighs and placed them on either side of his head. He looked up at you, making you wonder if it was even possible for his eyes to grow even darker? Much like you, he’d foregone his usual glasses for the day and opted for contacts, making you almost miss the feeling of the frame digging into your skin. Without his gaze ever leaving your face, he turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of your inner thigh. “This what you were gonna ask me to do, sweetheart?”

You nodded eagerly, trying to push him closer to your core with your heel, but to no avail. “Yes.” Any other time you would have been fucking mortified at how needy and breathless you sounded, and he’d barely touched you. But you’d done the same to him, it was only natural, he’d turn the tables on you as soon as he got the chance. And you’d handed him the reins freely after all.

“Yes, what?” He’d practically growled the words, raised an eyebrow at you and slowly leaned closer to let his hot breath ghost over your now practically dripping pussy.

You swallowed again, scrambling to find your voice and command your tongue to move. “Yes, Sir.” You could barely hear his mumbled “Good girl” in response; your heartbeat was so loud in your ears, you wondered how he hadn’t heard it yet. And then he dove right in. Licking, sucking, groaning into you as he got a taste of you after you’d barely been able to even talk on the phone for months. You leaned back further, your mouth fell open and you let the moans and gasps flow freely. When you bucked your hips against his face, his left hand came up to grip your right hip; his right hand landed on one of your breasts, pulling down your bra, so he could grab at the flesh and roll your nipple between his fingers.

Your arms trembled underneath your weight as your hands dug into the duvet underneath you. You didn’t even hold back the praise, told him how good he made you feel. In return, he doubled down on his efforts of eating you out like he was a man starved. It didn’t take long for you to reach the edge, but Bob made no move to slow down. Instead, the hand that had been kneading your breast wandered down until he shifted his mouth to your clit and thrust three of his fingers back inside of you, curled them up to hit the spot that sent you careening over the edge with a litany of “Oh my God”s leaving your mouth.

Your arms had now fully collapsed under you as you slowly returned to your body and your chest heaved with every breath as you were gasping for air. Bob pulled off of you and crawled over you, light concern shone in his eyes as he asked if you were okay.

You nodded after a couple seconds of blinking and trying to regain your ability of speech. “That was …”

You’d trailed off and before you could pick up your train of thought, Bob interrupted you: “So, what else did you have in mind for tonight?” His left hand was drawing abstract shapes onto the skin of your right hip and stomach while he waited for your reply.

You groaned, closed your eyes and dragged a hand over your face. “I … hadn’t decided, actually. Either, I ride your cock or you bend me over and fuck me until I can’t walk.” You peered up at him through your lashes with a sheepish grin. You couldn’t place the origin of the flush creeping up your neck and spreading over your chest. It was either desire or embarrassment. Or, more likely, a mix of both.

He chuckled and let his head drop down for a quick peck against your lips, before he shook his head at you. “Jesus, Y/N.”

“Sor–” you’d almost said before a hand over your mouth silenced you.

“Don’t apologize for that. Besides, I did say, I’d do anything for you, didn’t I?” He smiled down at you as you nodded, still somewhat bashful at your suggestion. Without another word, Bob stood up and you whined at the loss of contact as his hands trailed off of you as well. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll be right back where you want me. Where’d you put the condoms?”

Oh, that’s where he was going? No, no, no. That didn’t work with the fantasy you’d sketched out in your mind all week as you’d touched yourself – at night, in the shower… You sat up and grabbed his wrist with a hand to pull him back towards you. “No condom tonight. I’m on birth control anyway for my cramps. And I …” You looked down, wanting to look at your knees, but your gaze got caught on his dick straining against his pants.

“What is it, Y/N?” He leaned back down, put a finger underneath your chin and tilted your head backwards, so you had to look at him. You bit down on your lip and closed your eyes for a second, praying that he’d understand what you were trying to say. “You want me to fill you up, sweetheart? Hm? Feel my cock inside of you, feel me come inside you?”

You nodded, breathed out another “Yes”.

Bob groaned in response. He squeezed his eyes shut, his lightly dominant persona leaving the room for a second as he looked at you again and quietly asked: “Is that why you want me to fuck you from behind?” Again, you could only nod and respond in a whisper.

He chuckled, gently cupping your cheek for a second and brought you in for a slow kiss. You practically melted into his touch and sighed against his lips when he pulled away again. “Well, lose the bra, turn around and get on your knees, sweetheart.” His voice was back to the low, darker and more dominant undertone. His gaze felt heavy on you as you scrambled to unhook the clasps of your bra behind your back and then threw the garment behind you. You’d pick it up later.

You scooted back onto the bed, before finally turning around and waiting for his next move on your hands and knees, completely bare before him now. Your heart fluttered in your chest when you heard him undo his belt and pull down the zipper of his pants. Goosebumps spread over your skin as his fingers traced your vertebrae and his lips pressed kisses against some of the healing bruises on your back. (Nobody had ever said, flying a fighter jet at hundreds of knots and with multiple Gs wouldn’t leave a mark on you.)

The buttons and ribbons on his jacket dug into your skin as he leaned over you, putting part of his body weight on you. He lightly nibbled on the junction of your neck and shoulder and you whined, pushing your ass back against his definitely rock-hard cock. He slipped into you easily, setting a pace that had you squeezing your eyes shut again as you let your head hang low and exposed your neck for his lips and tongue and teeth to mark you up as his, just as his cock marked your pussy.

He kept mumbling praises into your ear in-between groans and moans from both of you. But with how you’d worked each other up, it didn’t take long for either of you to get close to the edge again. “Fuck, darlin’. ‘m so close.”

“Please, Bobby. Come in me. Want to feel you.” You whined at a particularly rough thrust and your whole body shuddered when his fingers found their way down to your clit.

“Right there, Y/N. Just need you to come with me, ‘kay? Can you be a good girl and come with me?”

You weren’t sure if you’d replied to his words when your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. The wave of pleasure pulled you under and you distantly felt Bob’s hips stutter, then still, as he reached his own climax and spilled into you with a low, guttural groan and a mumbled “Fucking hell”.

It took a while for the ringing in your ears to fade out, your breathing normalized as did Bob’s. Although he didn’t move from his spot behind you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back against his chest as he tipped the both of you over onto your sides. He kissed your shoulder.

“That how you imagined it, sweetheart?”

If you’d had any strength left in your body, you would have rolled over in his arms to look him in the eyes. But as it was, you simply craned your neck a bit, humming at the kiss that landed on your cheek in response. “Better. So much better.”

“’M glad. Have to take care of my new Lieutenant, don’t I?” You heard the grin in his voice and weakly rolled your eyes at the teasing lilt.

“Of course, you do. You’re always a good boy for me and take such good care of me.”

He groaned lowly and sunk his teeth lightly into your shoulder again. “If you keep that up, you won’t have to wait long for round two.”

You chuckled, before fully relaxing in his arms with a sigh. “Good. I was planning on riding your cock while you were still in your dress whites, anyway.”

#sophie writes #fic: yes ma'am #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x f!reader #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x you #top gun bob #bob floyd fic #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fucks

[ramayantika]

Told my mumma about hostel life, all the gossip and esp about this one room mate who kinda gives me backhanded compliments.

Well it's tumblr i will overshare lol. Here you go.

1. So I had edited a reel for my family trip and there was a clip where I was laying on the bed and my hair was open. It was windy so my hair was flying a little and it looked very good, like those old heroines leaving hair open with the wind. This room mate, we will call her Pinki, she saw it and said: Yeh tu hai? Tu kabse itni sundar dikhne lagi?

2. And then one point when I was new to everyone, I decided to share my writings with her because I found out she writes too, only for her to say: Yeh tune likha hai? Tu itna acha likh sakti hai? Kabse? Woman could simply smile or say acha hai ya jo bolna hai bolke jati bc aise kon bolta hai.

3. I have acne. Hormonal hai and periods ke 1 week pehle I breakout more baki time small pimples and open pores. And many a times she will come and tell me tu doctor ko dikha na. Yeh red kya hai? Oh naya pimple. Yeh kaise hua? Tera itna kyu hai? And believe me, my 6th grader self would have cried, but now I actually don't care about acne much. Meri mumma ka bhi same tha and so is mine. Her skin cleared up in 20s so she told me thoda wait karo apne aap ho jayega and I am pretty confident in my looks actually.

4. So I generally don't like much people on my class. Boys are shit with their misogynistic minds and well the girls are nice, decent enough but even there there is a whole different thing going around. Anyway, so in class, there was a public speaking opportunity, I grabbed it. The whole class got shocked about it because oooh the quiet girl in the class can speak. Many came up to compliment me. But Miss Pinki decided to give her intro while throwing shade over my activities. Like me living by a planned google calendar, me prioritising my dance and studies because acc to her college life mein mauj masti = gossip, pranks and outings. Bc sabke alag tareeke hote hai mazak masti karne ka. Then she decided to compare my lifestyle vs hers in her intro and God the way I felt embarrassed, partially for myself and the remaining for her

5. Tends to interrupt me when I am talking to someone. Another sweet friend of mine asked if all was good with my bf because she hadn't talked to me much because she is in a different branch. I was about to anwer when Miss Pinki decides to say kuch acha nahi chal raha bass durr se hi acha lagta hai. Mera toh jo haal hai puch mat.

7. One time I was teaching a friend about an app which I had taught to Pinki too. Pinki after gossiping with the boys hostel (now that's a whole different tea and our girl is delusional) decides to interrupt me halfway, takes away the laptop and then continues teaching her as if I am fucking invisible.

In conclusion, mumma told me that you focus on studies and dancing. Go with the other girls and since you have made new friends with the dance society too, meet up with them too.

#samridhi speaks

[newtonsheffield]

Could we see some jealous Kate in Mile High?

Maybe Siena ends up in their flight once Kate and Anthony are officially together???

Ohhh For a relationship that started off on the grounds of no jealousy: They’re both pretty jealous people.

And Kate really thought she got over it after she and Anthony actually put their cards on the table and said they didn’t want to see other people.

“Okay!”

Kate turned at the sound of her sister bursting through the cockpit door. “Edwina, we’re a little busy.” She gestured to the controls, “You know, preparing to fly the plane.”

Edwina rolled her eyes, “I just… I don’t want you to overreact to this but Siena Rosso is on this flight.”

Kate’s stomach dropped, something prickling down her spine at the thought of Anthony’s ex girlfriend, the only other person he’d been in a committed relationship with. Even if it hadn’t worked out, they’d loved one another once. Were still friends, really. She couldn’t say she wasn’t at least curious about her, what she looked like, how she was, how she and Anthony had been together.

“Right well…” Kate trailed off, “Get out of the way!” Kate hissed, peering round the cockpit door, “Which one is she?”

“Is anyone going to tell me who Siena Rosso is?” Sophie said curiously, joining her and Edwina at peering round the door.

“She’s Anthony’s ex.” Edwina supplied, “They used to hook up until Kate and Anthony got together.”

“Which one is she?” Kate hummed, her stomach churning, but she didn’t need to ask. Not really.

Anthony was stood a few rows down, at the back of first class, laughing at something a woman had said. She was beautiful, her dark hair tossed up effortlessly as she leaned in and said something conspiratorially to Anthony who turned pointing towards the cockpit.

“Fuck.”

Kate slammed the door shut before anyone could notice them peering out the door, trying to quiet the doubtful voice in her head.

You’re such opposites, he’ll never stay with you.

“Well, I wish she wasn’t so pretty.”

“Oh come on,” Sophie tutted, “Anthony loves you.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about.” Edwina agreed.

Kate shook her head, taking a shuddering breath, “It doesn’t matter. It literally doesn’t, we have to work.”

She sat back down and tried to focus on what she had to do. Even so she cleared her throat when she flicked on the intercom. “Good morning Everyone! Captain Kate Sharma from the flight deck, First Officer Sophie Beckett here with me and Welcome Aboard your British Airways flight to Singapore. We’ve an excellent crew on board with you today, at your beck and call for anything you might need. Some of you, not all of you. Anyway, they’re headed up by my loving boyfriend Anthony. It’s true, we’re in a very committed relationship, I’m actually thinking of suggesting that we move in together. Well, I’ve said that now. I’ll be back later to give you another update. Not on whether or not he said yes, just… on the… flight.”

Kate pinched the bridge of her nose as she turned off the intercom, She groaned as Sophie let out a low whistle. “Don’t.”

“Kate,” Sophie guffawed, “That was a train wreck, babe.”

“I know! Don’t you think I know that?! Now not only do I have to look at Anthony’s hot singer ex girlfriend; He’s going to reject me! Right in front of her probably! And then they’ll skip off into the sunset together!”

“Are we spiralling a little?”

“No!”

“So… that was insane.” Edwina hummed pushing the dinner cart in.

“Oh God!” Kate groaned, “Does he not want to even come in here and face me?!”

“He was held up.” Edwina tutted, “Congrats on… moving in together though? Are you getting a cat as well?”

“Anthony and I would clearly be dog people.”

Her anxiety still hadn’t abated at the end of the flight, jealousy and anxiety taking their turns, warring away in her chest. Right up until she opened the cockpit door. And there was Siena Rosso, nudging Anthony’s shoulder gently. Her eyes widened when she took in Kate,

“There’s your girl.”

Anthony turned, looking a little dazed and Kate didn’t know what came over her. She reached forward, grabbing Anthony by the lapels of his jacket and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss.

Anthony looked dazed when she finally nudged him back, his hand in his hair, “Hey, Kate.” He cleared his throat, “Have you met Siena?”

Siena peered around them, “Hi, Kate, so lovely to meet you. Anthony’s told me so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you as well.”

Anthony tucked his arm around Kate’s waist before he cleared his throat, “Well, good luck with your show tonight. Chat soon hey? We’ll all go to dinner.”

“I’d like that.” Siena smiled, “Kate, hilarious announcement, 10/10.”

She winked over her shoulder at them and Kate suddenly felt ridiculous for it, with Anthony’s arm around her waist and his lips on her temple.

“Did you propose we move in together out of jealousy?” Anthony chuckled, but she could see the anxiety warring away behind his eyes.

“Yes, i did it in panic,” She straightened his tie, “But I actually do want us to move in together. So…? What d’you say? Ready to teach me how to do laundry?”

Anthony swallowed, “Yes, but I’m sorry, we need to move into my flat. Yours just…”

Kate scoffed, “Like I’m moving you into my place with all of your systems. I don’t have room.”

#mile high #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[artzychic27]

Anymore Class of Heroes headcanons?

Adrien has a gallon of conditioner and shampoo that usually lasts a person with waist length hair up to two months. He uses them up in a day

Denise has all sorts of jewelry inspired by retro video games. Their PacMan earrings are their favorite

Nathaniel has no idea that he snores loudly

Nathaniel: *Skips gracefully into the classroom with songbirds flying behind him* I had the best sleep. How about you guys?

*His classmates all have bloodshot eyes, heavy bags, and appear to be twitching*

Kim: … Is he mocking us?

The star on Aurore’s wand actually comes off. It’s just for decoration

Again. Do NOT. Throw Jean off his groove

Jean: *In the middle of a lavish musical number when Kim walks in at the wrong moment*

Kim: Oh. Sorry, did I-

Jean: Kiiim! You interrupted! Now I have to start all over. Okay, people! From the top!

Cosette is the opposite- They will keep performing no matter what. Some heckler throws their shoe on stage? Cosette chucks it right at their head while nailing that high note

Reshma has a secret love for Indian rock and purple and black clothing, but is terrified of her grandmother finding out

Whenever parents and legal guardians come to visit, it’s always hectic with the students making sure their rooms are pristine, or they’re hiding stuff they don’t want their parents knowing about

Kim and Denise not so subtly show off their biceps just to get Ondine and Simon to simp

Once, Marinette dressed as a guy just to see how everyone would react, and the reactions were not what she expected

Chloé: … Who the fuck is that handsome man?

Jean: I saw him first!

Max: I normally don’t give in to such emotions, but… He’s is so fucking hot!

Alya: *Subtly taking photos* I can’t believe Marinette is missing this.

Every shoe Zoé owns is made of glass- Sneakers, boots, flats, crocs, sandals

Chloé and Cosette are desperately trying to get her to wear some normal shoes before she cuts her foot

Lions are still cats. And as such, Mireille freaks out whenever she sees a cucumber

Mireille: Hey, guys, I- OH, FUCK! WHAT IS THAT THING?! *Points to a cucumber in Alya’s hand*

Alya: … Hon, this is a cucumber.

Mireille: C-can it see me?! What’s it doing?!

Never leave windows open in Aurore, Nino, Lacey, and Simon’s rooms. They sleep float

If you find Ismael’s lamp, wear gloves before handling it. He doesn’t want it smudged

Nathaniel is the only one who dares to brave Marc’s ice storm and ask who upset him

Myléne only loves SOME of her stuffed animals, and the guilt is killing her

If they focus enough, Denise is able to glitch from room to room

Alya sometimes has to chase her friends out of her kitchen when she cooking, like they’re a bunch of strays

Alya: *Notices Adrien reaching for something* Hey! No!… *Taps the counter with a spoon* Go on! Get!

Adrien: … *Slowly reaches again*

Alya: Bad! *Sprays Adrien with a squirt bottle. He hisses and runs out of the room* I swear to- *Sees Kim and Marinette* Hey! Don’t make me use this spoon! I will use it!

Sabrina can’t watch trees getting cut down without feeling sick

Kim does push-ups while Max sits on his back and reads

Kagami can and will shoot any of the asshole royals with her arrows if she catches them messing with her friends and partners

They once slipped an apple into Myléne’s lunch, and Kagami went feral

Juleka will not hesitate to kick your ass with you toss rings onto her horns. And if she won’t, Rose will

She also has a regimen she follows in order to keep her horns from getting too long and too dull at the ends

Alix is a regular down at the village orphanage, often lending her assistance with fund raisers and reading to a few of the kids

It took Adrien seven hours to figure out why his hair felt heavier than normal… Nath fell asleep in it

Lila’s plots to kill of Cosette and steal its music are always thwarted by its classmates. And none of them are amused, especially Zoé

Denise: *Cracks their knuckles*

Marc: *Summons stalagmites*

Reshma: *Summons a carnivorous plant*

Jean: *Whips out his staff*

Zoé: *Hits her glass shoe against the wall, sharpening the end to a fine point* Run, bitch.

Ivan, Denise, Mireille, and Marc are the only ones able to fall asleep on hard surfaces without having back pains when they wake up

For the short time Jess was at DuPont, she became fast friends with Myléne, Adrien, Reshma, and Nathaniel since they liked being outside so much

Also, for reasons unknown, her hair blows perfectly in the wind with a strand never getting in her face. Adrien wants to know her secrets

Reshma HATES the word ‘useless’ with a burning passion. She heard her little sister get called that ever since she didn’t get her gift, and will not put up with anyone using that word against someone else

Chloé may or may not have a slight crush on the village baker’s apprentice, but that doesn’t stop Zoé and Sabrina from teasing her about it

Max does the anime glasses thing whenever he senses something off. It scares people

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb au #science kids #akuma class #mlb ocs #class of heroes #Disney heroes #Disney au #answered ask #ask me stuff

[cluelylikesporn]

okay exam update cuz im actually really pissed off.

so im autistic + adhd, and only been diagnosed relatively recently, so i havent really been getting assistance until now. (autism diagnosis last year, adhd 2 years ago.)

my last exam was (still is) this period, and im going home once i finish it. one of my other exams i was sent to special ed (it’s called different things in australia and other schools but i dont wanna get doxxed) and the chick helping me (we’ll call her charlie) told me she couldnt even read the questions out to me… like i legit get more help in my normal exam conditions.

she told me WHILE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK “i think i know why your so upset, because you know you dont listen in class and just sleep and draw on your hand.” cunt, what..?

HOW ARE YOU WORKING WITH NEURODIVERGENT KIDS..?

i literally have spent my whole life wondering why i cant listen in class and hearing “just reread it.” or “your not listening hard enough.” is so fucking tiring. maybe explain it? she refused to help me because i “wasnt approved” to have a helper

the school knows im autistic so why do i have to be approved to get the help i need? like you dont have to make up all these forms and files. you have teachers who can help me literally in the building who could help me but you refuse.

okok i got rlly off topic but tldr on what happened today:

my teacher sent me to the special ed area to do my exam (last time he did they told me to go back) also shout out to my english teacher hes a legend. he gave me my sheet, i took a ritalin, said bye to the people i liked and left. (i used to take ritalin daily but now i jst take it to focus better in exams and shit)

i went to se and saw a couple kids i knew. one i hated and didnt know why he was there, one who has some mental problems so i understood why he was there. hes a sweetie. and some chick i knew who broke her wrist and had to write on a laptop.

so one by one they were assigned a teacher who would sit with them and help them/ read out questions and then the lady said “oh chloe your not supposed to be here, you have to go back to class.”

are you fucking kidding me.

i completely understand its not her or my teachers fault im not meant to be there, but im allowed to be a little frustrated. i asked why i kept getting sent here and why i couldn’t get help.

same shit about documents and boring stuff.

keep in mind i get ndis funding so i thought that would impact my education experience but nope, literally nothing. i also understand there could be things my mum hasnt done and that’s completely ok she has her own life, but also THE SCHOOL KNOWS IM AUTISTIC. that should be enough. its like i only get the help if i start ditching class and become an eshay or some shit like i shouldnt have to become a troubled kid to get help.

so the lady said my only benefit i even got from the school is like 5 minutes extra time. and she told me i could either go back to class or do my exam here( which means i could get no help/ questions read to me.)

ngl this was dumb of me but i said ok bc i didnt want to go back to class after saying bye to everyone😭

so i sat there with one airpod in, a pen that didnt fucking work, the only help i could get was eavesdropping on what the assistant teachers were saying but they were so quiet. i did manage to write some stuff but it was pretty fucking stressful. i couldnt stop thinking about what charlie said (the lady helping me with my maths the week before.)

this may sound super dumb but i saw a crow fly onto a table outside and i felt like it was watching over me. like it was looking right at me. it made me feel a bit better and i got some work done.

it wouldve been fine if those fucking assistant teachers didnt keep giving me pitiful looks like bro. i know im fucked.

anyway i finished my exam (barely) and went to the bathroom to tell my friend ab what happened, caught a bus home and am about to play dbd 😾

sorry for the long post im jst so pissed😭 but ily guys and ill post i swear🙏

song of the day:

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #spotify #the walking dead #dead by daylight #metal #metallica #elvira #autism #adhd #spiderman #scott pilgrim #rammstein #elton john #australia #exams

[ghostiewriter]

summary: They were just pretending, that's all they had to do. But why did his jealousy feel so real? Or, day sixteen of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

read here on ao3.

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It wasn’t real, he kept reminding himself. It wasn’t fucking real. 

And yet, Riven still wanted nothing more than to storm over to the other side of the Bastion and shove Sam Harvey a good couple of fucking feet back because he was too close, far too close to something that didn’t belong to him anymore. 

Not that Musa belonged to Riven or anybody really, but that was beyond the point. Or at least, he kept telling himself that it was more than that. 

The point was that Sam Harvey needed to learn that whatever history he and Musa had was precisely that—history. And if Riven had his way, it would firmly stay that way. 

It had been half way through a sparring match when Musa had thrown the idea at him, most definitely as a ploy to distract him but also a genuine offer too. It was a simple dynamic, it was something that would benefit them both and it helped a lot that Musa was one of the few people that didn’t make Riven feel like walking past the barriers and never turning back again. 

After the messy breakup with Beatrix and Dane, things had been…tense to say the least. Both were just as spiteful as they were petty and it seemed like Riven was the one facing the brunt and annoyance of it all. 

Musa, on the other hand, needed to get a past fling off her back. With Sam’s return, Riven doubted the earth fairy thought his distance would do more than just give him the time he needed to find himself again. It gave Musa time to consider what she really wanted as well, and that just no longer aligned with Sam and his future now. Though, he seemed to be having a hard time grasping that truth. 

In some weird twisted turn of events, going from having two very real and intense partners to having one fake girlfriend seemed like the solution to all of his problems. 

Musa was a good friend, nothing more and Riven actually did quite like the mind fairy as much as he may have teased her. It was a simple deal that she benefitted from equally as much. 

So then why the fuck did he feel like his teeth were going to crush under the pressure of how hard he was biting back a handful of colourful phrases when he saw the earth fairy approach Musa by the benches, standing far too close than should be allowed of by an ex. 

“Focus.” 

Riven barely had the chance to scoff as his head snapped around to glare at Sky, though the blond just looked thoroughly amused. 

“Piss off,” Riven deadpanned. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today and not swiping you on your ass whilst you ogle your girlfriend to officially end this match,” Sky said as he planted his sword into the ground, leaning against it with a grin. 

“I’m not ogling,” Riven waved off. 

“Yeah, no, you’re right. You’re staring. Like a creep,” Sky snorted. “She can handle herself, Riv.” 

“She’s not the one I’m worried about,” Riven murmured as his eyes narrowed slightly as Sam took another step closer to Musa. “Fuck this.” 

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Sky called out from behind him. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I can’t keep covering your ass to Silva!” 

“Work it out, Blondie!” 

With the runic limiters still firmly planted around her wrists, Musa didn’t feel Riven approaching until his arm was thrown over her shoulders and she was pulled into his side, his hand squeezing her shoulder as though to hold her that little bit tighter made the difference. 

“Musa. Stan.” 

“Sam,” the earth fairy corrected, failing to hide his confusion as his eyes darted between Riven and the way he had practically draped himself over Musa. 

“I didn’t ask,” Riven said with a grin, not missing the way Musa quickly covered her snort with a cough. “Fairy classes are inside the school, things haven’t changed that much since you left.” 

“I know,” Sam said with a bite of annoyance. “I was just talking to Musa.” 

“Well, you’ve spoken to her,” Riven said and waved him off. “Fly along now, specialist training is serious. We don’t need lingerers.” 

Sam narrowed his eyes before blurting out. “I’m sorry, is there something going on here?” he asked, a crease forming between his brows as he turned to Musa. “Really? Him? I barely even left—” 

“You were gone long enough for Musa to know what she wants,” Riven bit back and his hold on the fairy tucked under his arm tightened. “Accept it and move on, Simon.” 

“Sam,” he corrected once again, teeth gritted in frustration. “I just don’t understand—”

“You don’t have to,” Riven interrupted once again, green eyes now cold and disinterested. “Now piss off, she’s busy.” 

Knowing he wouldn’t be getting the answers he wanted today, Sam gave the couple one last look—not even hiding his judgement—before he walked off, shoulders tense and head down. 

“You’re kinda hot when you’re jealous.” 

His eyes snapped down to the mind fairy beside him, instinctively glancing down to look at the smile twisted on her lips. 

“I’m not jealous,” Riven scoffed. “He was bothering you. I was giving you an out before Silva caught you.” 

“You played it well,” Musa continued, ignoring whatever he had just said. “I mean, for a second I really believed you were jealous.”

Riven rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we have shit to do.” 

Before he had the chance to walk away, Musa quickly wrapped her hand around his arm before he could completely pull away from her, causing the boy to stop in his tracks and turn to her. 

“Thank you,” she said and when he frowned a little, she continued. “For Sam. He was…just thank you for saving me.” 

His lips twitched. “It’s what I tend to do a lot these days.” 

Musa snorted. “Way to ruin it.” 

Riven shrugged, careless and grinning. “You owe me big time, that’s all I’m saying.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off, but deep down she knew she was grateful for his timing. The Bastion wasn’t exactly the place she wanted to be having that conversation with Sam and he wasn’t getting the chance. “I think you just want another excuse to make out.” 

Riven raised his brows. “Well—“ 

“Shut up!” 

He let out a soft groan as her elbow made contact with his stomach, but his smile didn’t drop. “Kidding, kidding. No need to bruise up your boyfriend.” 

“I’ll avoid the pretty face,” she assured him with a single nod. 

“How kind.” 

“Remember that the next time you almost pull me into a bush to make out.” 

Riven’s eyes twinkled at the memory, and something much stronger bloomed in his chest. “Noted.”

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#ghostie's spooktober spectacular #rivusa #fate: the winx saga #fate #riven #musa #rivusa fic #rivusa fanfic #rivusa fanfiction #fate: the winx saga fic #fate: the winx saga fanfic #fate: the winx saga fanfiction #fate fic #fate fanfic #fate fanfiction #my writing

[serinmatheson1]

Twin Stars of My Heart Pt. 4

Hello my darlings! We're back! This one is going to focus on Kathryn and Chakotay. And a little bit about the other adults in the twins' lives.

Kathryn and Chakotay have a game they play called "USS Calliope". That's the name of the Galaxy class ship that Kathryn is going to command when they get home. Crew members are added or removed based on the day they've had. Tom gets kicked out a lot. But they always bring him back.

They've decided that Mark and his wife can join them on the ship so that they co parent the twins together. It's mostly a coping mechanism when the delta quadrant gets too be too much. They have fun with it

@penguinpower1101 reblogged the original post with a great addition that I can't believe I didn't think of. Tuvok is definitely the "emergency contact". He thinks it's illogical at first because there's protocols about the captain and the first officer being off the ship together. But then they both get stranded on New Earth and when they come back she's like "You said it wouldn't happen, huh?"

He's so Uncle Tuvok. he will never escape being Uncle Tuvok and he pretends to not get it but loves it so much

@batleth-brigade came up with a funny addition of their half siblings being salamanders but Threshold fucked me up so in this universe Tom actually picked someone else. HIs super senses told him Janeway would not make a good mate because she had just given birth My P/T shipping heart says it's B'Elanna but pick your own favorite pairing for Tom

Castor loves Tom by the way. Tom is his second favorite person on the ship after his mom. He always wants to fly the ship with Tom.

Kathryn at a certain point just doesn't want to go home. She's got her home on Voyager and her twins are doing well and honestly, she doesn't want to share custody with Mark. Not that she doesn't like Mark but she doesn't want to give up any precious time with her twins.

That's how the Calliope game came about. Chakotay brings up that if they had a Galaxy Class ship, everyone could live on the same ship and she wouldn't have to worry about it.

Kathryn gives Castor her captain's pips when he's promoted. He wears them on his dress uniform for special occasions.

Kathryn is not one of those people that are natural mothers. Like yes she's a mother to her crew but they are full grown adults who can use full sentences. The twins are not. And she feels like a terrible mother and gets pretty bad post partum at the beginning.

Chakotay tries to make her feel better but it's one of the few things he can't really connect with her on.

Samantha eventually sits down next to Kathryn in the mess hall and is just like "They never tell you about the worst parts of motherhood. I am so sick of changing diapers, I might just let Naomi be naked." Kathryn laughs and they spend the rest of the day just bonding as mothers.

After that they try their best to meet up once a week and just complain about being moms. It really helps Kathryn's depression and over all mood.

Speaking of, The Void goes really differently as well. Like Kathryn wants to hide from everything but she has children. And it's still very hard and she hates everything but there's two innocent children looking at her like she can fix it all so goddamn it she's going to.

That's all for this one. Come back next time for whatever I cna think up

@nightingalewritings @baylardo @cecilyacat

#chakotay x janeway #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #chakotay #gemini twins #lieutenant tuvok

[squidsystem]

i cannot focus on my finals so I am going to yell at everyone who has ever complained about the ice type

Okay. Alright. So you saw that ice has one resistance. You saw that there's a few slow, defensive ice types. Of course, your first response might be, "what the fuck, dude." or maybe "wtf is game freak doing???" shut up. okay. Yeah. Ice type is bad defensively, BUT HAVE YOU SEEN ICE BEFORE?? IT'S FRAGILE! IT BREAKS! IT DOESN'T HAVE RESISTANCE! ANY CREATURE IN THE WORLD COULD SHATTER ICE IF THEY TRIED HARD ENOUGH! The point of the Ice type is that it reflects what ice actually is! A nuisance that can do ridiculous amounts of damage to almost anything. Ice is one of the best offensive types to ever exist, being super-effective against 3 of the statistically best types in the series, in Flying, Dragon, and Ground. And grass too. Sometimes grass is good. The only things that can resist it are Steel (fair enough), Fire (fair enough), Water, and itself! Oh wait! Lots of ice types get Freeze-Dry which means that they actually also do super effective damage against ANOTHER TOP 5 TYPE OF ALL TIME!!! Ice is genuinely such a strong type that giving it more defensive utility would literally be psychotic. Literally, Gen 7 and 9 already made Ice type into honestly, arguably a top 5 types of all time. Aurora Veil was good enough already to make Hail from a mediocre weather to an insanely good one, but the change from Hail to Snow literally makes Ice types monsters. Sure. Give any Ice type under Aurora Veil DOUBLE ITS DEFENSE AND 1.5x IT'S SP.DEF. This is Surely Sane. Assault Vest Avalugg most definitely should be able to tank a Specs Overheat from Charizard 25% of the time with zero additional investment. Go ahead! And that's a bad ice type, you feel me? Have you seen what Baxcalibur can do? Chien-Pao? Ice types are not cursed with a fate of frailty, we are blessed with a world in which Achilles cannot cover his heel. Or his desire for gay sex. I don't know. I'm gonna go try to not fail my classes.

#pokémon #ice type #based #gay sex is involved i promise

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Panic Attacks Masterlist

warning: some of these fics may have trigger warnings so please be careful when clicking on some of the fic links!

but dreams are only dreams (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: Calum gives a more genuine smile, though it still doesn’t reach his eyes, which are stuck on Michael. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Cal, it’s–” Michael glances at the clock in the living room. “It’s eight a.m., and it's a Thursday, you should be on your way to class right now. So, what’s wrong?”

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OR Calum goes to Michael's after waking up from a bad dream

but then i hear u calling (there u are) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 933

Summary: michael and luke have always been the closest. friendly kisses lasting no longer than 3 seconds are shared frequently between the duo- calum and ashton watching from a distance, almost admiring their friendship. until it wasn't a friendship anymore.

don't let me drown in my mind (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: Soon the piece of his mind that could offer any sort of help was blocked out. There was nothing but the raging train of self-hatred and a hum of terror swirling in its wake. Luke could barely tell that he was still crying, could barely tell there was any part of him that wasn’t the sea of thoughts in his head. The only physical sensation that he could focus on was the feeling of immense pressure on his forehead. He wanted out of his brain more than he could ever remember wanting anything.

I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound? (ao3) - booksteaandcake michael/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Michael is scared to admit he is in love, but that's all Ashton wants to hear.

That's a rubbish summary. They love each other but both are too afraid to admit it, and they almost have sex.

I love to love you, for god sake (ao3) - lightsinthefloors michael/calum G, 4k

Summary: 5 times Calum knew Michael better than he knew himself, and 1 time he didn’t

i'm just a reader; you're every chapter (ao3) - diets0dasociety michael/calum G, 10k

Summary: Calum thinks he might be in love with Michael, in a more than platonic but less than romantic way, if that exists. He’s almost certain it does, though, because there’s no other way to describe the way they both seem to get lost in each other so much.

or, Michael keeps having panic attacks, but Calum's always there to calm him down.

It's An Explosion (ao3) - LahraTeigh ot4 G, 1k

Summary: Ashton keeps ignoring him. Luke is annoyed at him, and Calum keeps trying to suck up to him. But Micheal keeps trying to give his boyfriends space.

Love Is To Die, Love Is To Not Die (ao3) - mymusings michael/luke G, 2k

Summary: "I fucking hate you!"

Michael's lips parted slightly, eyes flew even wider and hurt flashed on his face. "What? No you don't. I... I can get you clean underwear, Luke."

It was a bit hilarious how he thought this was still about the underwear. Luke scoffed.

---

Or, Luke's been bottling up his feelings for too long and one cannot do that without eventually letting them burst free.

now i'm missing your smile (hear me out) (ao3) - deserteyes michael/luke, background calum/ashton T, 3k

Summary: By opening the group chat, Luke saw the message that Michael was coming back to California for the holidays.

He just didn't know if it was good or bad that he was only returning temporarily.

Stargazing (ao3) - Zoe13 michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 11k

Summary: Michael likes to look at the night sky after shows from the rooftops of hotels, but he's not just enjoying the view. Sometimes he thinks about what it would be like to fly through the air for just a moment, soar with the stars and spread his wings. Of course, he wouldn't actually fly, but he doesn't think he'd mind that either. Anything to stop this feeling.

Tattoo Roulette with 5 Seconds of Summer (ao3) - Directioner_Jcats_5sosfam michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke was the only member of his band with no tattoos. He wanted to get one, but he wanted it to mean something. And he also wanted to be alone with his boyfriend, Michael, when he would get it.

Or; Instead of One Direction, it's 5 Seconds of Summer that play Tattoo Roulette with James Corden, and Luke is Niall... kind of.

the situation is like a mountain that's been weighing on my conscience - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Luke is closeted and nobody outside of the band, and close family, knows that he has a secret husband. During promo for Youngblood, Luke suffers a panic attack when the interviewer asks a personal question. Cute, Ashton to the rescue and comfort.

this is everything i didn't say (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 6k

Summary: Luke's home life has never been great, with an abusive and homophobic father. Calum is the only good consistent thing in his life, with Calum being Luke's best friend. One day, Calum suggests that Luke meets some new people to hang out with. Luke is hesitant, but then he meets a red head named Michael Clifford, and everything changes.

we'll let the light peer through//i'll be there in a heartbeat (ao3) - neonnailvarnish michael/luke, calum/ashton G, 29k

Summary: Some angsty Michael/Luke and Calum/Ashton stuff, yano.

You're All I Think About (ao3) - mukedayparade michael/luke N/R, 3k

Summary: the one where Michael has been in love with Luke since sophomore year of high school, but he can't tell anyone, and it's killing him

you're everything I love about the things I hate in me (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/ashton T, 13k

Summary: “We’re going to steal a street sign?” Luke asked incredulously, eyebrows shooting up at the statement.

“Well, yeah.”

Or, the one where Ashton wants to steal a street sign for the man he is infatuated with and enlists Luke to help him.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos #5sos fanfic #tw #panicattack #panicattack masterlist #masterlists

[sweepseven]

The only thing I’ll thank this unseasonable warmth for is the early approach of the outdoor flying season! I just looked back on my 2022 trapeze goals and laughed aloud. I missed like every single one of them and yet had a blast of a flying year. To review...

2022

Actual stated goals:

Fix my takeoff once and for all. Finally getting this where it needs to be is going to improve literally every single other thing I do on that bar. No more bad habits. No more wasted sweeps back. I WILL have a clean, confident takeoff that reflects the quality of the rest of my flying. And when I do, it’s over for you hoes. (LOL, looks like you hoes live to see another day, because these still kinda suck. They did get marginally better though! The journey continues.)

Work remounts. Every. Single. Class. (Did it!! I feel so much better about these now. I still don’t relish them, but they’re consistent, confident, and stronger than ever.)

Make peace with my uprises. I’ve let one peel off the bar rattle me too much for too long. Uprise tricks can be my signature again if I quit treating them like a bitter pill and start treating them like what they are: something that sets me apart from many of the people I fly with. (Kind of did it but giving myself credit anyway. They’re still a bitter pill but they look way better than they did this time a year ago.)

Take my hocks salto out of lines again and keep it there. (Ha, no. They’re still good, I just put my focus elsewhere and I’m glad I did.)

Take my double out of lines. (Again, ha, no. Like with hocks saltos, my focus ended up being elsewhere. They’re looking quite good though, and catching them grows more and more frequent.)

Bonus goals:

Force-out turnaround?? (Saving this for this summer because I don’t trust my current lines pullers as much 🙃)

Front end uprise?? (I watched another flyer throw so many ridiculous and scary ones that I didn’t even want to be on board with her, much less throw them myself. Eesh.)

Find a new “for fun” trick now that hocks saltos have accidentally become real (Success!! Suicides!! My dream trick for more than ten years, even before I started flying, ever since I saw it in this exact trailer - 1:24 if you want your breath taken away. It’s simple, elegant, dangerous, and fucking scary. I adore it.)

More catch locks!!!! Let’s go!!!! 3+ after class whenever possible. (I did some! Not a ton! But some!)

Make uprise, cast off, half turn part of the warm up routine. And when I get there, with multiple uprises 😈 (Every time, baby. It is extremely gratifying to watch prior years’ workouts become my warm-up.)

Shit I ended up doing without thinking: 

Tried aerial cradle, the first and only thing I think I could love more than flying trapeze. It’s a good thing I can’t train it here or else it would derail my entire life.

Tried bungee trapeze. It was the most physically challenging thing I’ve done in years and I adored it.

Threw some genuinely good double pikes.

Trained with two of the best trapeze artists in the entire world.

And for 2023...

Fix my takeoff. Again. Always. Forever.

Force-out turnaround

Double out of lines

Hocks salto back out of lines

Make my suicides bigger, scarier, and dramatic as hell

Replace uprise/cast off/half-turn warmup swing with uprise/cast off/suicide 😈

Make more new trapeze friends ❤️

#personal #flying trapeze #trapeze #circus

[bread-tab]

i'm at the stage of the semester where i can only do so much to affect my final grade, to catch up, etc, and i find myself in an unprecedented state of serene reflection

i have learned so much from this class about what it means to go back to school as an adult.

which is weird because i went to college for 8-ish years straight as a young adult trying to get my damn associate's degree and i started to feel REALLY old by the time i hit 24 in that environment.

but as the big three-oh slowly draws nearer, and i come back to the ministrations of the education industry after a couple of very long gap years... i find myself in a different paradigm.

i've forgotten my old routine. i've gotten rusty at it. i didn't plan before the semester, or go carefully shopping for supplies; i didn't even go to the disability services office and ask for accommodations

(which in hindsight i should have, because they'd have let me use some expensive but very handy note-taking software for free and it's a little late for that now but i still need to catch up on recorded lectures)

i just. dived right in. and i handled it like a fukcing champ. i figured out new time management and mental energy budgeting strategies on the fly. i juggled making it to class around two jobs, a volunteer gig, and multiple illness flareups. i dropped the ball spectacularly. i had a couple very bad anxious breakdowns. and every time, i de-catastrophized and picked myself back up.

it's time to start work on the final essay. miracle of miracles, i got the reading done for it. now i have to do (shudder) research. my goal is to submit ONE structrually sound essay, edited, maybe even looked over by a tutor first—ONE good essay that i didn't write on the day of the deadline, goddamnit.

and even if i do, even if i get 100% on the final, i don't know whether i will pass the class. but i will continue giving it the good ol' college try right up to the last day.

(and unlike last time i did this—last time i decided i'm going to squeeze every drop of insight and integrity out of my stupid hard-earned F—this time i'm not stressing about it. i mean, i feel the stress, sure. but it's an order of magnitude less serious.)

this has been a learning experience. i don't know what the hell i was thinking signing up for the class i've historically done the worst at this semester, when i was out of practice with the entire concept of going to school, stressed, unmedicated, broke and stretched thin on time management already. what the fuck, January!Jack?

but somehow i've done the best i ever have in this class. i've done all the readings. i've read some damn decent literature these last couple of months. i actually participated in discussions without pulling anything out of my ass from a hasty skim-reading. inability to complete writing assignments in a timely manner aside... i at least started most of them. i cannot stress enough that i did all the readings, *unmedicated.* (coffee helps but is not an effective substitute.) i have no idea where this newfound ability to focus has come from... well, wait, i do.

i figured out how to make myself *want* to do all the readings.

all of them.

if nothing else, that's worth the $400 i dropped on this class even if i fail. i figured out how to fucking read again.

in short:

W

#long post #eng102 saga #breadtab life #swearing cw

[rippedshadow]

Pathfinder 2nd edition is tightly balanced, carefully crafted, and fascinating to examine and I look forward to examining the remaster when those books come out. I also think I’ve come to the conclusion I just kind of do not like it and sort of despise talking to its fans. I’m not some design genius, I’m not going to claim I’m better at making a system than Paizo, I just don’t like it. It’s balanced so tightly very few abilities feel truly interesting, and outlier options feel even more glaring. The fans with one hand tell me “every +1 is important, and will make or break a fight!” and with the other hand say that “things are perfectly viable when they’re -2 behind everyone else!” Magic being nerfed is good, sure, but it’s been nerfed so much and left with such a boring, unengaging result I question why they kept vancian casting rather than starting completely from scratch with something that hinged more on the focus pool system. As-is, casters largely do not get interesting action economy choices (and in general have terrible action economy), have worse accuracy with their main focus, less reliable debuffs, have dogshit defenses and skills, all while needing to worry about daily resources that martials don’t have to give a flying fuck about as the martials happily roll medicine to full heal for no cost. I love digging through entire spell lists only to realize the only things actually worth taking are things that buff martials, or one of the two-three spells with any effect worth a daily resource when an enemy lands that 70% chance to make their save. Even martial classes feel void of exciting features because nothing can be allowed to accidentally reach the potential of “Fighter in fullplate, wielding a guisarme” or “Fighter with a longbow”, so any remotely cool ability must be twice as hard to use at it should be and have inane unenjoyable drawbacks compared to unga bunga hit with huge accuracy for free. It’s even more frustrating with how something like Champion (its genericized Paladin, which I do appreciate) gets to be unique until level 6, when Fighter can have stolen its biggest two features and just be a flat better class. Fantastic. And that’s not even getting into how irritating I find the total aversion to skill substitution, ability score substitutions, or dozens of other smaller gripes.

#Pathfinder 2nd Edition #ttrpg thoughts #throwing my baby tantrum to get it out of my system #don't mind me #pf2e

[slyshyfoxy]

4 May 2024

Hello its mee, recently i have been meeting up with my friends, but i realised that i am quite lost in my career aspects on what i should do continuing for my career, and my school life i dont enjoy that is gonna start. I think its just environment and i feel like very isolated from my school friends? I think because in the past of the things, but i believe i have the power to change my present, so i just gonna continue to attend classes, and not getting affected by people so much, and really care more about my studies. Try to ace finish my studies, actually left 3 more months, it will fly in an eye bah. I just need to really focus on my classes and lessons. I think there are many things to be grateful for especially like my friends all they are here, like my gf jojo is being supportive, marcus, xavier, bobby, sufi, jj, weeping, celeste, shankar. I think is more than enough true friends that i have in my life that i need. And i dont have to doubt and just be myself from now on, i will just say whatever is on my mind and all. And then continue to go gym. Walk the trackmill and continue to lose some weight and also recently jojo bought me a pink gaming chair which i do feel grateful and happy about it. The present is actually making me much more happier than before. So i dont have to think so much and really live in the present.

And my school is starting soon, which is on monday i hope everythings good. Need to charge my ipad.

Then need to start doing my capstone soon. And i will try to get my driving license by this year, tomorrow i am going to driving circuit too, honestly tomorrow is like $116 per lesson quite expensive looool. But i will pass it. And i think for my career, i think i should not stress myself out and by july i will try to have an answer for myself in the career sector. I will put a deadline to it. Because i do not want myself to slack off too much for 1 year or smtg, i want it to be ok. Like at least rest for 2months+? then i will get back to work, because i scare i will drop back into being depresso. And what the fuck? My father say he will give each of us 300k? I dunno if it will happen anot, dunno he's lying or what by October 2024 we will know. And then the legal issue with AIA i think i will craft out a paragraph about it right now before anything happens. The next thing is, probably trying to earn some pocket money, as xavier also teached the options trading. Think can give it a go and try. For now my goal is to attend classes and score high for my studies at all times no matter what. Jiayous jenny. Hope u got friends that can support you too. - 4 May 2024

[fictionalworldd]

"Light In his Darkness"

Part 3

??: Hey, sweetie...

Hazel: STOP, Calling me by that shitty name Danny.

Danny: oww! Sweetheart I just can't help it. Just bear with it.

Hazel: Then I think I should also give u a name. What u say.

Danny: I would love it. So what name are thinking of, How about darling or babe. (He smirked and said.)

Hazel: Hmm let me think. How about jerk, It's suits u well. (She made a thinking face and said)

His smirk slowly disappeared. He started to take fast steps towards her and Grab her by arm and pulled her close.

Danny: Don't you think u are acting a bit of brat.

Hazel: Leave me Danny. Just leave.

Danny: I won't. Let me remind u a that we are going to engage within 4 months.

He said and started to lean closer to her face. She harshly jerked her hands and free herself.

Hazel: I already warned you. That I don't like you. Knor I am interested in this shitty marriage thing.

She said.

Danny: It doesn't change the fact that we are gonna get engaged though. So be a good girl and do what our elders say.

He said, Her eyes became blurry. But she immediately blink and said.

Hazel: I would never in my life like u. Mark my words jerk.

He laughed a bit and said

Danny: Oww, baby I don't care as long as u are with me and mine.

Hazel: Fuck off.

He smirk and says

Danny: Ok, let's met at dinner babe. He gives a flying kiss and went away from there.

A drop of tear fall from her eye. She wiped her cheeks and move towards her class.

Hazel Pov.

After that jerk was gone I make my way towards my class. Uff, Because of that piece of shit I got late again . Aahhh fuck it.

I went inside my class

Hazel: May I come in Sir.

Proff: Hazel D'Souza you are late again. How many time should I warn u.

Hazel: I am sorry Sir. Actually it's because of traffic. I am really sorry. (She bow a little)

Proff: This is the last time I am letting u in. Now Come inside and immediately go to your seat.

Hazel: Thank you.

Huff finally I got inside and took a seat beside my BFF. Rachel

Rachel: Hey know what happened again. She asked

Hazel: The usual thing. I just don't know why this is happening with me. (She said with moist eyes and harshly wiped tears away.)

Rachel feels bad for her bestfriend. But again she can't do anything to help her friend.

Rachel: It's ok Haz everything will be fine. We will think about something to get out if this situation.

Hazel: I don't think so rach. Am just feeling defeated and tired.

Hazel: Hmm.

Rachel: It's ok. For now let's focus on our lecture. Hmm

After classes know it's time for us leave. We decided to have some coffee. We enter A caffe and took a seat opposite each other. We started to discuss about our bio project. Just then everyone started to rush out of caffe. They all were looking scared and in rush.

I looked around to know what's happening. Then I asked the waiter.

Hazel: Excuse me. Whats happening why everyone is in rush. ( She looked at me. And said)

Waiter: The man who just enter is a mafia king. He is known to be cruel. That's why every one scared. ( She said shuttering a bit).

I turn around to have a look of that man and I froze in horror.

Hazel: it's him..... SHIT.

#romance #fiction #storytelling #love story