#I have a ROUGH WEEK. I wish there was a more positive vibe in the fandom rn (although i kinda get it but also :( sad)

[welcometogrouchland]

I also think it's nice that they made Camilla a sci-fi nerd and Luz a fantasy nerd. They're genres that are often seen as completely opposing one another by many people, which is what we're led to believe about Luz and Camilla in season 1. Luz is silly, nerdy, frequently in over her head and irresponsible and loves the boiling isles. We're led to believe that Camilla is the normal, conventional TV mother who'd be disgusted and terrified by the demon realm if she saw it.

Then yesterday's lie gives us a lot of nuance to this, and we realize that while they're still very different and now on opposite sides of a conflict, both mother and daughter are incredibly kind people (seen in their treatment of Vee) who love each other but struggle to make the right choices without hurting one another.

Then thanks to them drops all this Camilla characterization and we realize! She was a nerd too this whole time! The wedge between Camilla and Luz is motivated by past traumas and grief! and for the future has them switching sides on the central conflict of where Luz should stay (Camilla now wanting Luz in the demon realm because it's what's best for her, and Luz believing that staying in the human realm is what's best for the people she loves). They finally talk and realize that, like Willow pointed out earlier in the ep, the two are so alike. Camilla reveals that she's a secret nerd too! That she had a hard time growing up and accidentally hurt Luz trying to save her from the same fait! It's so important to me that Camilla keeps calling Luz a good witch. It's affirming her interests and goals, reminding her that she's just as good as the hero of her favorite story. And Luz finally only realizes that she wants to be understood...when she's finally able to understand her mom. When she realizes that the woman she loves and admires is just as much of a nerdy screw-up as her and that there's hope for her. Her palismen ends being multiple animals at once, showing both how Luz making unconventional choices (like carving an egg) keeps paying off for her and how her potential is limitless now that she finally knows and accepts her own goals, but to me it also reminds of the fact that Camilla is a vet and passed a love of all the weird and unliked animals (like wolves, possums, snakes, etc) to her.

It's just so so sweet and it really shows how much love and thought the crew put into this mother daughter storyline (FTF haters are not welcome on this page, respectfully). I can't wait to see how both of these misunderstood but healing women (who radiate "little/big sister" and "mom" energy respectively) are gonna interact with a) the lonely, easily manipulated and well intentioned but ignorant collector (a mix of both their interests as a magic being with a space motif! I just realized that lol) and b) the nasty puritan white man who's really obsessed with conforming to society's norms even when it literally doesn't benefit him at all.

Anyway, I believe in noceda( AND clawthorne 👀) family supremacy 💙

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #luz noceda #camilla noceda #this isn't proofread so if there's words missing or misspellings or somethings unclear feel free to mention #but this is just a messy thought dump #I have a ROUGH WEEK. I wish there was a more positive vibe in the fandom rn (although i kinda get it but also :( sad) #but there isn't one i will create it #tentatively I don't have a responsibility to do that I just wanna talk about things i noticed and like #i am going to post reqs just u wait. bitch! #also uhhhh other things i thought while making this post but couldn't include: #hunter and gus being fantasy trekkies is really funny and cute but also fits really well with both of their characters #gus has always been in love with the human realm and this is the ultimate neat little bow on that. #he's dressed as a character he relates to (captain avery trying to get back home to the family he loves) and his interest is uniquely human #bc sci-fi is kinda uniquely rooted in/associated w/ the human realm in toh. even in something like Belos' steampunk tech #SPEAKING OF. hunter oh my GODDD #he gets so attached to the human realm in TTT bc he's finally somewhere safe (he's always been entrenched in the most- #-toxic parts of the demon realm and it's culture which is ironically propelled forward by one humans influence) #and it's like a part of him is reclaiming his weird split heritage. he loves magic and he loves sci-fi and he's silly abt both #he's not a witch or a human and he's happy. or at least he will be #anyway. i love this shows relationship to fiction it is sweet and comforting and funny

[cyberm4n]

NSFW Alphabet for Alastor, Vox and Husk if you don’t mind pretty please!

as you wish :)

NSF/W ALPHABET

feat. alastor, vox, and husk

i wrote this over the span of a week and for a good portion of this i was pretty drunk so my apologies if it gets messy

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

alastor would recognize the need for aftercare but like as soon as you're fine and happy he's done with this whole ordeal. especially if you're someone who needs cuddles he will tolerate it until the exact moment you don't need him to.

vox tbh gives the vibes of like, he doesn't entirely think aftercare is necessary so only if he's in a good mood will he settle in and take care of you after.

husk is 100% all in on aftercare. you need water? done. need a towel? he's got them ready. anything you need he has it or will do it. he'd probably be SUPER big on cuddling though but he'd never admit it. he does get sleepy very easily tho.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

alastor doesn't seem the type to have a favorite body part but if he did it would be your neck. sorry.

vox is definitely an ass man 100% he always appreciates some ass

husk i feel would be particular about your hands, idk why he just gives that vibe.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

alastor is a big fan of cumming inside, leaving a mark on you

vox is 50/50 but he usually leans towards facials

husk is a creampier but in a more like intimate way.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

i don't imagine alastor having a dirty secret but i 100% think vox has fuck machines and husk is lowkey into bdsm (the more tamer parts)

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

i think in order of most experience to least it would be: vox, husk, alastor. i think alastor would have some experience but he doesn't do that stuff a lot yk, husk has definitely fucked before and knows his way around and i solidly think vox is an absolute sexual deviant and is the most experienced by far.

F= Favorite position

alastor is anything that establishes him a a dominant. thinking like a mating press cause he'd want to see your face but doggy style also works.

vox is a cowgirl enjoyer, or anything where you're on top of him. he likes watching you do the work.

husk probably trends to more vanilla like missionary but i don't think he'd have a favorite. he definitely likes anything where he can see your face though.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

alastor would be super serious i think, vox is like mostly serious/intense but sometimes he's just in a silly mood and i think husk is always a little bit relaxed about it, unless it's something really intimate then he's being all romantic and shit.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

alastor is well groomed when he anticipates having sex whereas husk is well groomed regardless, and vox i think is the kind to always keep it hairless down there

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

alastor is almost always rough but CAN be a little bit softer. same with vox, both of them are doing it with the intention fo dominating you.

husk is 50/50 can be either tbh. in a relationship he'd prly lean more towards something sappy and intimate.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

i don't see alastor masturbating at all tbh. sorry i know that's such a boring hc but like, i just don't see it happening.

vox 100% does, favorite way to blow off steam if you're not there. remember the fuck machines from earlier? yeah dude prly has a plethora of sex toys.

husk does but not often, like a normal amount. if he's feeling in the mood and you're not there or not in the mood as well he does mind it. he'd do the old man huff thing when undoing his pants tho.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

alastor would be pretty into choking and irgasm denial or like dubious consent. some form of cnc or just something that makes him feel like youre at his mercy. i think vox is in a similar boat but he'd be into the mirror kink or whatever it's called where you have sex infront of a mirror. husk would be into somno and overstim i think

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

alastor would be into privacy, given the fact he's like dominating you he wants the space to do so

vox doesn't care but in his office is where the majority of it would happen i think. he seems the type to rage the fuck out at his desk and need his little doll come make him feel better :(

husk is a bedroom guy but on the off chance the hotel is dead quiet you might be able to convince him into something in the parlor

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

alastor is domination and owning you, vox is a mixture of possessiveness and genuinely wanting to get off, husk is all in for pleasure and pleasing you

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

alastor would never bottom, like ever. it doesn't matter how much you ask that man is never submitting to you

vox i don't think there's much but he's not into being dommed i don't think. it's a very thin line though because like sometimes he'd like to just be a bit mindless and get fucked and pampered more

husk would never do really rough play. anything that involves straight up hurting you is a big no

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

alastor would be a giving guy i think. not that he wouldn't enjoy you giving him head but it's a power thing right, when he goes down on you and you're writhing beneath him? it's heaven. skill wise 7/10

vox is a receiving guy, he loves watching you suck him off. i think he'd go down on you if you asked but it's not his first thought yk. skill wise 4-5/10

husk is a 50/50 again but i think he's more partial to receiving. something about you on your knees and taking care of him like that is so mesmerizing. skill wise 8/10

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

alastor could last for a really long time tbh despite the powerplay it's also mostly about your pleasure to dominate you. he'd be fast pace wise though

vox is about average for how long he lasts, there's somedays he's a little fast and he'd lowkey get embarrassed if you teased him. he's fast pace wise but it depends on how close he is.

husk is average but it also depends on what you're doing. anytime you give him head he's very quick to cum, and he'd such a fan of it tbh. he'd be a wildcard pace wise, really depends what you want him to do.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

alastor doesn't like quickies at all, he likes time to do this shit properly

vox LOVES quickies idk if i need to elaborate more

husk isn't a fan of quickies but occasionally appreciates them.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

alastor is 50/50 if it has anything to do where he has less power then no but if it's just something more he could do then yes!

vox is a cautious yes, but it's very unclear to me whether he'd want to just be an in the moment thing or like discussed before hand. he seems like the kind to randomly pull out a move midsex and gage your reaction

husk i think he leans closer to no, in his opinion the way he's doing things seem great so why complicate it more? but if you really want to try something he will

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

alastor can go quite a lot of rounds I think, like each round is around the same, the only reason he's stopping is if he thinks you physically can't take it anymore

vox can go like 2-4 rounds i think but they definitely get shorter as he goes. you're only making it to round 4 if he's had a rough day

husk is like max 2 id say. second round gets a lot shorter and he REALLY relies on you helping him out for both of you to reach climax.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

alastor and vox yes but alastor could lowkey get possessive for no fucking reason. idk why he just seems the type to be a bit condescending especially if you have sex later.

husk is a no, i think. like if the activity required a toy then sure but he definitely doesn't have toys unless you were adamant about using them he wouldn't suggest it. i think he might get insecure he's not making you feel good enough though :(

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

alastor teases a lot but he's not a fan of when you tease him. if you do any sort of bratty shit he's 100% putting a swift end to it, but he does like the challenge. he seems like he might be into total denial so it's a dangerous game for you

vox teases and doesn't mind being teased but i think he's the kind to get frustrated if you're being a brat in public

husk is SUCH a tease. like you wouldn't really expect it but it's just little things in public with affection while no one is looking. during the actual act he's not one to tease much though

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

alastor grunts fr but like i think that'd be about it. other than little coy comments and some degrading praises he's pretty quiet

vox on the other hand MOANS. if you tease him abt it he will get so fucking mad. but like he's definitely loud asf too.

husk is a groaner but he also moans. he's like a medium level i guess? more on the quiet side, i don't see him getting loud

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

alastor really likes marking and will do so. like one minute you're just lying in bed, the next you're on his lap as he digs his teeth into your neck.

vox really likes handjobs idk why but he just does. something about watching you jerk him off gets him going

husk likes making out while fucking. like he's the kind to give you the sloppiest of kisses while he ruts into you.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

skipping cause i feel like it's been answered thoroughly, they all have cocks that vary in size and grooming.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

alastor has a low sex drive, mostly dependant on your needs. if you hc he's asexual then it's mostly on you to get him going or atleast express interest

vox has a higher sex drive but not crazy. dude mostly just likes to destress and fucking is a fun way to do that.

husk is average. but when he's feeling in the mood he makes it pretty clear.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

alastor doesn't sleep after very often, unless you very specifically ask and he feels like you need him.

vox depending on the circumstances goes to sleep pretty quickly, like he'll do some basic aftercare and if he feels like you're fine he's dozing off.

husk is a sleeper but he'd make sure he stays awake long enough to make sure you're fine. since he's big on cuddling he'd be drifting off, murmuring in your ear and asking if you're okay before he finally goes to sleep.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #husk smut #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox smut #vox x reader #husk x reader #vox #husk

[triviareads]

ARC Review of The Boyfriend Subscription by Steven Salvatore

Rating: 4/5 Heat Level: 4/5 Publication Date: March 26th

Premise:

A queer Pretty Woman-inspired romance; Divorced and about to lose his beloved plant retail business, Teddy Hughes is faced with no choice but to leave New York City... until he meets Cole Vivien. Cole is the CEO of a gay dating app and needs a fake boyfriend to impress a potential investor and bring to his sister's wedding, and offers the position to Teddy.

My review:

I LOVED the the first meeting between Teddy and Cole; the chemistry was there right off the bat interspersed with these moment of comedy, like when they swap tops on the steps of the Met and Teddy finds himself wearing a harness as he enters a five star hotel (but deals with it in the best way, namely, not giving a fuck and cheerfully making other people uncomfortable).

Teddy (Teddy... Ted... inspired by Edward, perchance? Though he's the Vivian of the story as far as him being hired as a fake boyfriend for a week) is an energetic and endearing hero. Life's dealt him a few hard knocks and I appreciated his moments of vulnerability as much as I enjoyed how upbeat he was. Cole is super smooth and charming but is also pretty anxious and image-conscious, a product of his upbringing and his position as the CEO of a company trying to go public. Cole kind of functions as both the Edward and Vivian of this story, as both the CEO and sex worker, and he's the one with the infamous no-kissing rule.

I love the concept of Cole not only being a CEO and creator of a queer dating/hook-up/OnlyFans-esque app VERSTL (I see what Steven did there), but he's also an extremely popular performer on the platform. Cole publicly calls himself an entrepreneur and a sex worker, which I imagine does a lot in terms of destigmatizing the profession and industry (even if he's in a position of relative privilege). That being said, I'm not sure if I buy his family not knowing that he's a sex worker, especially if his company is about to go public and they're pretty prominent in the business world too. But whatever, it's romanceland; I'm in it for the vibes, not the realism.

So, this book clocks in at about 288 pages, and I started to wish that it was longer as I got to the second half of the book which is centered around Cole's sister's wedding. The plot started to feel pretty rushed: there was parental drama, a reporter outing Cole, Teddy's overprotective friends who Cole thinks might be conning him, a shitty employee, etc. There is sexual assault off-page, but we are barely given any time to contend with that before the main characters abruptly have to leave for the wedding. Ultimately, I think the story wraps up neatly, complete with an effective grovel on Cole's part, but it's the middle bits that could have done with more expansion.

The sex:

The sex was a pretty solid mix of sweet and sexy; there's lots of tender cuddling and heavy-petting and blowjobs. There is one sex scene with some fairly rough sex, which is something Teddy demands but later regrets because he was asking for the internet version of Cole— the fantasy instead of the irl version of him.

My one note was that there were some odd breaks/skips in the sex scenes. For example, there's a scene where Teddy is going down on Cole, but we don't actually see Cole orgasming. Instead, there's a skip and it seems like both Cole and Teddy have gotten each other off and now they're lingering in the afterglow. This happened a couple times.

Overall:

I enjoyed The Boyfriend Subscription; it had all the beats of a romcom starting with a stellar meet-cute and great chemistry between Cole and Teddy that carried throughout the book, even when the plot was a little over the place. This book is a part of a new Harlequin imprint called Afterglow Books, which consists of diverse, romcom-type romances, so I'm looking forward to reading more books in this imprint!

Thank you to Harlequin and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.

#netgalley #arc review #arc #Steven Salvatore #contemporary romance #harlequin #romance novels #afterglow books

[blueempty]

Bad news besties, the unbearable headaches I've been having throughout my poisoning situation went away when I drank caffine 😳

Listen. I know this is positive time, and I do not want to take away from positive time I will be positive I promise okay, but this week has been rough and today sucked really bad lol

I ended up going to work for a bit even though I dont feel fully recovered and I really wish I hadn't. Today kinda just turned into this confluence of negativity. I feel very disoriented as a result of sleeping for 4 days and driving makes me feel further from my fellow man than I already do. I genuinely dont understand what goes on in peoples minds. Then the pita place I trusted to not harm me was closed cuz sunday, which I always forget because I'm Vulcan pilled and days dont hold special meaning for me

After that was like, a couple of random things that made me feel really overlooked and unaccomplished which isn't normal for me. I dont typically care too much what people think but I guess I was primed to be upset. The specifics aren't really worth going into but its just like, I see people do something and everyone go wow thats awesome, and then I'm like, bro I have been doing that and no one gives a fuck when I do it. Even within my irl friend groups and back in my family when I still talked to any of my family I always felt this very pronounced sense of no one gives a shit what you're excited about dude. I start talking about something I like and everyone stares at the floor or their phones silently till I stop. But that doesn't happen when other people talk about things. I do not feel kinship with other humans, I feel very different and lost and confused and hungry and also incompatible with society

Its like in TNG when Data gives a time estimate and he only gives like days and hours or something and then stops, and everyone is confused. Riker goes no minutes seconds or milliseconds Mr. Data? And he turns around and goes "I have noticed a certain... annoyance with my level of specificity at times"

And in the same way, over time Ive just learned to talk less. Which isnt entirely bad cuz William Shakesman said brevity is the soul of wit I guess. I've also been noticing that when I'm alone I dont really emote much. Like I need other peoples vibes to mimic. Teacher give me the Autism test I swear I'll pass!!!!!!

ANYWAY negativity aside, I am still improving health wise. I'm spending more time sitting by the back door looking outside rather than being on my phone cuz text has been making me dizzy, and outside is nice right now. And once I got home from work I spent an hour-ish practicing the first world stages of Mario Wonder to get faster and remember 10 coin locations and that game makes me feel happy inside. That game is so perfect they literally thought of everything

Also my current Barony run is a Vampire Conjurer named Dracula Flow and thats going insanely well. Not gonna overexplain but one thing is that Vampires are weak to water and I found boots of water walking very early. I just need to stock up on blood and I'll be movin different

Live Long and Prosper

#skyposting #thoughtposting #night sky #negativity #tw vent #vent #vent post

[joeandtaylorfanfiction]

i wished I had found out about your Tumblr sooner...I was never involved in the fandom. Then this mess happened, things on Twitter were too crazy so like the least sane person on earth I decided to try and search for fanfics of them for the first time lool I was never even attached to their relationship because of the distance i kept from the fandom but I am a big empath, so if you saw me crying my eyes out you would have thought I was the biggest shipper.

But yeah I found out blog and started to read the fics I suppose as a way to live happy times. Then this week happened, things have been rough and I stopped.

I'm happy you aren't deleting it though. I'm going to get away from the fandom for a while starting next week to avoid more messes. As you can imagine as an empath it's really hard to filter these negative vibes. But in a month or two I will be able to go back to where I was and start reading again.

Following you on your other account 😊

I am so so glad this blog was able to be an escape for you! I think a lot of us are seeking an escape when we look for fanfic and I think that’s what made this part of the fandom so special! I will never delete this blog and I really hope it continues to provide something positive for everyone! With that said, I really hope you are doing ok and if you ever want to talk to someone please feel free to DM me on my other account! 💗

#asks #anon

[permanentconundrum]

10/04/23

I’ve decided I want to get faster at writing so I am going to blog a few days and try to make a practice of it. I worked on my writer resume tonight. It’s already 9pm. I am kind of tired. Listening to old school indie music. Still no job yet, since August 2022. It might be weird to go back to work. I’ll need to make sure I can wake up early. Read a little philosophy this afternoon. I should check the news in the NYT. I haven’t been paying close attention recently. I talked to a recruiter about a few jobs but they don’t pay great. In the first half of 2022 I started looking at work because I wanted to take the next step. Now I’m taking a step back perhaps. That’s what happens when you don’t work for over a year. I have had time for poetry though. That’s been good. I hope to finish some poems. Read some sad poems in the October issue of Poetry Magazine, but I think poetry is a great place for difficult topics. Reminds me to pray for others, and know someone somewhere is having a difficult time. You aren’t alone in this. I think it’s important to remember those who are suffering. You aren’t alone in this. I kind of want to look at art more. I want to read more too. I read some last night, the October issue of Poetry. The Decemberists are on the radio. I’m thinking about how to manage myself so that I don’t run myself out of energy. Sometimes you need to not use all your energy in one activity so you can focus elsewhere as well. I have a running goal to lose weight by the end of 2023. Send positive vibes. I want to look more like a runner. I pass quite a few runners in town driving around. Running is a big goal. Poetry is too, but I need to find a job so I can pay bills. I’m watching my diet again. I didn’t watch it last week really. It’s rough. I have trouble getting to the gym 7 day/wk. But maybe I just need to build the habit. It is incredibly important to my health. Where do I want my life to go? I want to be a senior engineer. Or I want enough money to buy a car and go to NYC every year. I want to pay off school debt. Yeah, the job is the money, but it can be fun or at least important. It is work. Somehow I want energy to write too. And read. So more writing and reading and less TV. I want to read more too. Having a job will take energy, but I don’t need to commit myself to 10hour days every day. I hope to get interviews for the jobs I applied to today. I also should apply to more. Maybe tomorrow I won’t sleep through the afternoon and be able to work on more submissions. I could stay up later tonight because I haven’t been able to fall asleep very well. I am watching my energy and mood and healthy habits this month. October has been difficult in the past. I don’t know if it’s from burn out at work or just an affect of the season. I have been pretty happy in Spring and Summer this year. I think I don’t like the sun setting soon. Maybe I will take a drive tomorrow and look at leaves. This blog is all over the place but it’s fine. I wish I didn’t have to be so careful about with things like mood and energy. I do need more daily focus on diet and exercise. I’m hoping to get to the gym 5 days this week. Both today and yesterday were good runs. Tomorrow I’m going for a speed work out. Twins won their wildcard game to progress in the playoffs. Watching the news now. But the gym is very important to me. I need to keep the habit building weekly and daily. I am excited about making progress with running. Longer durations and more mileage and hopefully higher speed. I will stretch tonight. I’ve been feeling sore today. I used a couple weight machines in addition to my treadmill workout. Not all the machines, I was not feeling the weights today. I have a few goals longer term, but I should think about shorter term goals. I did hit a distance target about a week ago. Maybe I should try to tack on half a mile to that distance. I need to think about what to do for easy run. I guess easy should just be easy, and push on the hard efforts, like speed work and long runs.

#journal #journaling #stream of consciousness #blogger

[lauryn-order]

You are not the worst for having life happen and losing an ask for a couple of days. I am the last person right now who's going to judge for Life happening it's just how it goes sometimes.

I do have some more updates apparently it is really weird to get diagnosed with MS as fast as I did cuz like it was under 3 weeks overall which is low-key really terrifying just because and not terrifying necessarily in a bad way but terrifying because like I don't know how to explain why because just that it is.

But I've ended up with optical neuritis in both eyes in under a month, and I'm hopefully going to start medication within the next month or so which should help prevent symptoms from popping up, I really hope it does because it's not fun. I'm not allowed back at work via doctor's orders until at least the end of August which is going to be a little rough for us cuz I was the main source of income for our household but we'll manage, we've got a good support network that can be a safety net if need be. And we've been real on top of talking to like the bank and stuff about "hey payments might be a little wonky for a bit cuz work isn't happening because you know it's kind of dangerous to work with heavy machinery when you can't see what the fuck you're doing." Though I definitely didn't phrase it that way while we were talking to the bank. 🤣

But even with how overwhelming and how much everything has been and the fact that I am bored out of my mind because I'm one of those people who just goes constantly and I can't do that anymore, at least not right now. I think we're going to be okay, I think it's going to be okay in the end. it'll take a while but I'll get there, I started therapy Monday which I like her all right so far it's only been one appointment but yeah I think I'll be okay.

I really hope that things start looking up for you soon as well I'm sorry that things have been so rough for you lately sending hugs and best wishes 💖

That's crazy you got it diagnosed so quickly, but I'm so glad you did and that it wasn't drawn out. I'm also glad your doctors are taking it seriously and listening to your symptoms instead of just blowing you off so it takes longer.

I'm so sorry about your eyes! That sounds awful! And I'm sorry to hear about your work/income. Trust me, I know how awful it is to not be able to work. I'm thankful you have a support system and SO proud of you for staying on top of everything. With everything you have going on, it would be so understandable to not be on the ball, but you're doing it and that's so fucking badass.

I hope your therapy goes well! It's hard to tell after just one appointment, but it's a good sign that it was a positive vibe so far so my fingers are crossed that it keeps getting even better as you develop a rapport.

I love your positive attitude and outlook and you are an absolute inspiration. Keep being you, little rockstar! You've got this.

#and thank you #I truly appreciate it

[pumpkzsafeplace]

hai hai pumpkin!! hope u n yours are doin well,,, puppa jus wan say thank u for all the comfort n advice n stuffs recently,, ur very kind,, <3 <3 it's nice to hear about your cg taking such good care of u as well, i hope they're doing well ^^ <3 hav partner update, they've been treating me more gentle n stuff now,, still not taking on a cg position (which i understand and knew wouldn't really be their forte) but they seem to be a bit more understanding,, vent tw jus wish wuff's (my) current cg would- eugh iunno i've vented ab this before.. i jus wish i could have more care n comfort, more effort... self-comfort or trying to do things to keep myself comfy when i regress isn't working so much anymore n im having trouble asking... >~< feel sad... hav had rough past few weeks this week for all kinds of reasons @~@ all in all i wish u the best of vibes,, <3 sorry for venting all the time, 's why i haven't been sending asks recently.. -🍀

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hihi lil bug’🌼

of course little one, that's what i'm here for! you don't have to thank me, hehe <3.

daddy? he's doing much better thank you for asking! right now it's sorta me looking after him with his poorly tooth but he'll be back to his caregiver duties soon tehe <3.

i'm sorry you're having such a rough time little one :<

have you considerd making back up routines for your little self? you could make them a fun, back up distraction if your caregiver plans fall through. at least then you won't have to deal with such a big shock that can potentially hurt you or your little self.

plus, you could use it as an example for how you'd like to be treated, mayb then your caregiver would be able to understand what you're asking for when their care isn't working out.

for the other news, i'm glad the partner is acting a lot softer <3 that made me super duper happy and i hope that continues <3.

but little one, if you need to vent or just chat- i'm here regardless if you're big or small. that's what this page is for, for supporting those who feel all alone somtimes <3.

big hugs from me and i hope you feel a little better soon <3

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#safe agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw little community #agere community #sfw little post #agere little #agere blog #age regression #sfw little blog #age regressor #age re safe space #age regressive #pumpkinasks

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

same anon as the family fluff ask here with an additional fluff idea! (because i know personally when i’m not on the swing of writing i like to have lots of options to pick from, but please don’t feel like you have to write them both, or either of them if they’re not your vibe etc) how about gn reader wearing or just generally borrowing clothing/items from a bau team member? my initial thought was maybe derek’s fbi windbreaker and being a little swamped, but some other thoughts i had for characters who i don’t see with this trope too much: perhaps penelope lending reader a bright accessory from her outfit to cheer them up on a rough day, or maybe rossi lending them something fancy of his to help boost their confidence for something, or lastly hotch sort of shyly lending reader a ‘good luck charm’ because jack had heard they had something important coming up and INSISTED they needed a good luck charm (maybe a toy or book of his, or even something of hotch’s that he usually lends to jack for luck leaving hotch flustered to say the least) (bonus: the team seeing it happen whilst the two were making coffee and teasing hotch/cooing over how thoughtful jack is) to be honest this isn’t even an actual request as much as it is i would loveee to hear your thoughts/ideas on the bau lending or having things borrowed by reader

I absolutely love this and kind of turned it into something lol, I hope that’s okay! Also, all pairings and interactions in this are familial/platonic lol

It all started a few months you joined the BAU.

Derek leant you his windbreaker jacket, you were the youngest member of the team, barely out of the academy. Some unsub had tackled you down (the dick) and you had landed on the ground, gathering a few scrapes and bruises but luckily nothing major. You were stood, in the dark, trying to hold back your shiver while you waited for Hotch to finish up so you could go back to the hotel and try to warm up. He silently took it off and draped it over your shoulders. You had mumbled a thanks, smiling gratefully at the man as you wrapped it tightly around you. You had quite a small stature, although it was something you didn’t really mind - it just meant that you found it easy to find baggy clothing. You dressed for comfort more than anything else. Which is exactly what his jacket brought you, the subtle smell of his cologne, his smell. It was like the comfort of an older brother.

A few weeks later, Garcia noticed you weren’t your usual chipper self, and so (in true Garcia fashion) she took off one of the bracelets she had on her wrist and handed it over to you. She wanted to give some of her positivity and it worked a charm. You felt like a weight had lifted off your shoulders. Obviously, you wore it for the rest of the day. Everyone recognised the bracelet when you walked it. It stood out from your usual fashion choices, but no one commented on it.

Rossi was surprisingly happy to lend things to his coworkers (more like family) and it would vary from books to records, to clothes. He lent you a suit he had brought during the early days of the BAU. Your significant other had a plus one to a wedding and you had panicked that you have nothing to wear. Rossi went into full surrogate dad mode (TM) and lent you an outfit. It boosted your confidence massively.

When you broke up with your significant other, Spencer leant you some books. He knew you were feeling lonely and you had mentioned to him that you like to read. You would meet up for coffee and a friendly chat when you finished a book and you would discuss what you thought.

You were making coffee when Hotch approached you, you had an important meeting with Strauss that morning, a review of how you had been getting on but also of your abilities. He approached slightly hesitantly, holding two mysterious objects in his hand. He gave you the object in his right hand, explaining that Jack had heard him wishing you good luck for your meeting and rushed to get his ‘lucky freddy’ a small grey teddy he carried around with him when he needed goodluck. The second item was a small coin that sat in the palm of his hand. ‘That doesn’t look like something Jack would carry round’ you had grinned. He blushed slightly before looking down for a moment, explaining that it was actually something he carried around with him for good luck.

Garcia, who had witnessed this let out an audible ‘aww’ which made you chuckle and Hotch’s blush deepen further.

#Aaron hotchner x reader #penelope garcia x reader #derek morgan x reader #spencer reid x reader #david rossi x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #strauss #erin strauss #this was a very cute idea #bau x reader #criminal minds headcanons #hotch #garcia #morgan #reid #rossi #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #spencer reid #david rossi

[yanderenightmare]

Can you write some more about nice guy jock kiri? Please and thank you. Have a good day!

yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, suggestive language, manipulation, coercion

THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

He said she could pick the movie this time.

He said she could pick out any movie at all. Whatever she wanted, they were going to watch. Yet in the time she’d spent making lunch, Kirishima sprawled lazily in her bed, browsing half-mindedly, eyes sliding from viewing the screen to looking at her round grabbable ass dancing as she padded about the small kitchen, begging for him to come pinch as she put the stir-fry in bowls and walked over to plot herself down next to the muscly block of man, he’d already picked a movie, far away from something she’d choose, though when eyeing what puppy-dog look he gave her, she couldn't very well say no.

Kirishima has always been clingy. She wouldn't like to call it suffocating, or controlling, though it does border on the word. But she cannot blame him for being handsy and suggestive when they’re alone, in her apartment, in her bed. He’s always been needy, always touching her, so very big-hearted and forward, easily distracted, easily discarding of tasks in favor of doing what new activity calls for his attention, like a dog.

She was becoming quite used to his confident nature, how hap-hazardously he would go about touching her, kissing and licking at her the way he so often went about doing, so much so it was strange to think that they hadn't ever actually slept together.

They had been dating for a couple weeks, and Kirishima was clear about his intentions and aspirations and wants and needs from the start, being a very open honest person, but she couldn't help but feel as though he was pushing her, nudging her, guilt-tripping her with candid words of how horny he was because of her, how frustrated he was, how frigid, how it was effecting his schoolwork, how good a boyfriend he was for waiting, for being patient and tolerant, how she couldn't blame him for wanting something in return, even though that something was a thing she wasn't ready to give him.

It would be wrong if she said he didn't respect her wishes, because he had, albeit begrudgingly. Each time she invited him over, or... he invited himself over,  when he became rowdy, it would always take a good amount of bargaining and persuasion on her side, which was always met with even more coaxing and encouragement from him. How he would message his hand into the inside of her thigh, and she would push ever so gently to keep him at bay until he finally laid off, the mood stiff and awkward as he left her apartment to walk to his own place, alone, with a rejected boner he would have to take care of alone, then go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. He had still respected her wish in the end, or... maybe not respected, but at least accepted it.

She hadn't picked out the movie, and it being something she hadn't really invested very much thought into, she didn't try and stop him from nuzzling into her neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh found there. She allowed him to lift her shirt up to rub circles into her stomach with his warm roughened hand, let him grab and grope and mold her breast through the fabric of her bra, let him swing his leg over her body, to lock her position beneath him and his brawny heavy frame as he cuddled into her.

She could already feel the stiff bulge bump into her thigh, tried to forgive him for always riling himself up when he knows what her answer’s going to be, knows how she isn't ready to give him what he wants. Hearing his breathing picking up, becoming rugged and raspy, hot against her neck as he tried humping into her, having rolled and positioned and handled both their bodies so he could lie between her thighs, face mushed into the soft skin of her neck, nipping at her collarbones , spiky hair poking into the underside of her chin, hands abrasive when squeezing at the flesh of her ass and thighs, gripping them to lock around his torso, venturing to grab at her waist and breasts, becoming more and more frenzied, more and more rugged, forgetting his strength, forgetting her protests, getting more and more carried away.

She jolted once she felt his fingers hook into the band of her panties, having slipped up her skirt and spidered playfully up her thigh. She grabbed his arms loosely, small hands obviously not able to wrap around the thickness of his muscles, though applying what strength she deemed necessary to make him take her seriously, lightly digging her fingernails into his skin. “Uhm, Kiri-” She squeaked unsurely, breaching the shapeless noisy silence of heavy breathing and rugged groans and building growls that had filled the room, movie still quietly playing in the background, white noise completely ignored by the burning of her ears.

“Come on, let me feel.” He purred into her ear, giving her lobe a nibble. 

“Uhm, I don't think-” She shoved at him, balls of her feet digging into the mattress, trying to sit up.

He laid his weight down on her, immobilizing her movement, keeping her under him. “Come on...” He drawled, voice rumbling. “Please?” Mumbling into her skin, knowing how it always makes her giggle from the tickle by the light scruff on his chin, knowing it makes her sweet and pliable. “Pretty please? It’ll feel good, I promise.” 

He didn't really wait for any response, his face mushed into her neck, seeming cute as he pleaded but also acting as a great trap, his hand succeeded in pushing her panties aside, warm worn fingers, foreignly larger cuddled with the sensitivity kept there. His breath shuddered, lips spreading into a toothy grin against her neck, so wide she could feel it. 

“Aww.” He moaned. “That’s so warm and wet.” She cringed, but hadn't the time to tell him to stop, hadn't the time to decide that she valued her limits more than maintaining the good vibe, and then she hadn't the mind to really think about it at all, too preoccupied with wrapping her thoughts around the fact that Eijiro had just pushed one thick knuckled finger inside her, roughly at that, pumped it in, stuffed her with it, with an equally chaffed thumb-pad laying heavy pressure down into her little beading clit.

It would probably have felt awful, the brutish boyish clumsy inconsiderate rubbing, but having him dry-hump into her for the better half of the entire movie made for a little messy spill between her thighs, perfectly ready to make whatever rough movement he gave seem like God’s touch, enough to have her moan at once.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, cocky undertone almost completely smoked out by livid lust, his arousal so very clear in his voice as he removed his weight when feeling her body melt and comply to what his hand was giving her of bliss. His large muscly frame rising to kneel between her legs, having her thighs hiked up and spread atop of his, forehead resting against hers. She bobbed her head in a series of quick sporadic nods, teeth biting harshly into her lip as she watched with a bowed head his finger disappear in and out the vulnerable sensitivity found between her spread thighs, the smell of beer on his heavy hot breaths fan over her face before he kissed her head. “You wanna cum?” She gave a moan, indicating an unspoken yes as he rubbed his thumb over and over her tender pearl, pushing another one of his long fingers inside her, making her gasp out a moan, mewing as he curled and scissored the two digits inside her, making her inevitable unraveling arrive much quicker.

He wiped his sticky hand on his pant leg with a small smug smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, watching as her head fell back to rest against the pillow again, beginning to unbutton his jeans. 

The sound of him sliding down his zipper pulled her focus back, eyelids fluttering open just in time to watch him pull his throbbing hard erection out with a sigh. And though the red-head had gone about the reveal in an unceremonious manner, whether it was out of lack of showmanship or Kirishima deeming it unnecessary, it didn't really matter to the virgin beneath him. She took one look and she wasn’t able to look away. A surprising black bush drew her focus at first, what more the two easter-eggs that seemed to be nestling there, but not before long her eyes felt the need to follow what bulging pumping purple vein ran up the underside of the thickness, almost like a spine, or a pin that reached up to a red-blushed head, glossed like a candy-apple, with a slit running though it and a spill of pre-cum dripping down to disappear in the dark forest below.

She could swear it sized up to her whole arm’s-length.

Her eyebrows knitted as she continued eyeing the hard pole, watching it bob with strength, straining against his stomach, standing proudly on it’s own as he lifted his shirt off his arms and shoulders, throwing it to the floor, revealing what mouthwatering washboard rock-hard abs he kept beneath. 

His hand once again reached out, this time to grab her wrist, guiding her shaking hand back to his thick member, watching her hesitate to wrap her delicate little fingers around his length once he squeezed her wrist too hard in impatience, seeing her bite her lip at the feel of the almost rubbery-smooth texture of his length in her palm, warm to the touch. His larger hand wrapped around her smaller one, guiding the movement as he started pumping up and down.

He groaned, head hung and resting atop her shoulder where he knelt with her sitting form in his lap, red eyes with wide pupils locked on watching her small hand loosely holding onto him, his cock looking so unbelievably huge in her tiny grasp, like some beast, where the more he thought about it and the more he looked, it was big compared to all of her, he could only imagine what she was thinking as she eyed his length with that cute childish level of curiosity and sweet tinge of virgin anxiety. She needed to bite her lip to prevent it from trembling, wanting to squeeze her thighs shut when they too became unruly, wanting to protect what was kept between them.

It only made his cock throb even harder.

“I- fuck-” He grunted, thrusting shallowly up into her hand by angling his hips up, looking down upon her enticing pretty silken dew-kissed heat, his finger greedily reaching to touch the tender entrance only to hear her whimper out a small whine at once when his rough digits brazenly made contact. “You’re so shy, it’s adorable.” 

The loosely given hand-job felt good around his priorly ignored arousal, what with how sensitive he was, but was missing what her pussy was welcomingly dripping with. 

He lowered himself, hand grabbing his base to steady the attack, yet was declined by her placing her own hand in front of the poor unsuspecting virgin tightness. “Uhm, Kiri- I-”

He shushed at her, prying her hand easily away, replacing it with his own, rubbing those electrical patterns he did before into her pretty budding pearl. “No, no, Baby. Come on. Pretty please, it’ll feel so good, I’ll be gentle okay? It’ll be good, I promise.” He swirled his thumb over her clit, an act far from gentle, though sending those sharp involuntary spikes of pleasure into her core, giving to something pooling in her stomach, something warm and sticky and heavier than before, almost burdening with how it strained in the muscles of her thighs, making her shake beneath the man’s mere thumb. “I love you, Baby, don't you want us to take the next step?”

“Uhm...” She gasped as he abused the sensitivity under his course strength.

“Thank you, Baby.” He purred, lips carved into a smile fit for devouring, planting kisses down her face and into her neck, his cock pushing into the velvet folds.

But she backed up, balls of her feet pushing into the mattress, her palms doing the same, but Kirishima had other plans, none of them including letting her up.

“Kiri, no-” She pushed lightly at his chest then, as she’d done before, trying to soothe and smooth over the feathers she’d ruffled, trying ever so gently in those small soft caresses to apologize for having riled him up so.

But seems this time he wouldn't have that either, her hands cupped and pulled rather dismissively out of the way, dominated by his own and how he intertwined his digits, raking them in with her dainty ones, locking their hands, or rather securing hers, before pushing them flat into the sheets beside her, giving him full access to what lied beneath him without her bothersome fists getting in his way. “Come on, Babe... stop being a little tease...” Her hands slipped their confinements in his as he rather needed them to manage her body, felt that twitching itch to grab and grope and tug and pull at all her doughy flesh. She gasped as he groped a mans handful of her ass, bumping his bare cock into her, rubbing it up and over her pussy, bobbing between their stomachs.

His face was still so adamant on nibbling at the flesh of her collar, leaving what she knew to be ugly swelling purple stains that turned into those vile green and yellow marks looking like fungus blooming on her skin. “I’m sorry-” It was all too much to have his warm skin pressed against her, his naked hardness, all of him, his rough hands, his brutish needle-sharp teeth, that thing that poked at her, humped into her where he’d made a sticky wet hot mess, with her underwear put somewhere out of sight and most definitely out of reach. “I’m not ready to-” Her hands tried softly but with increasing effort at getting him off, trying to get her discomfort across to the seemingly clueless baboon who was handling her body to his own selfish ends on top of her. 

“It’s fine.” His voice was heated, soft despite trodding over her own, as he tried calming her down, again with his hands tugging at her wrists and pushing the annoying things away from him, again so he could lie himself down on top of her. “We’ll try something-” His efforts at soothing her weren’t appreciated by the girl beneath as she continued pushing, bordering on thrashing beneath the giant red-head.

“Kiri, stop. ” There was an edge to her voice this time, an edge he didn’t appreciate.

Large hand wrapped their fingers around her wrist and crushed it with a strength she couldn't hope to match, a dark chuckle following, rumbling just beside her ear alongside a small smile carving his lips at the cute pop of bones followed by her whimper. “Stop being so difficult, Babe.” He chastised, voice dismissive and completely unbothered by her spiked struggles, treating her reluctance like it was nothing but a minor inconvenience he could simply swat away like a fly. “I know you’ll like it, you just need to-”

“I don’t need to do anything!” She cried now, adorable small whines as she tried prying her hand out of his hold. “Get off me!”

“Kinda feels like you’re trying to piss me off here.” His tone darkened, and so did the look in his eyes, and though she was just short of bawling with the lump  of hopelessness and fear caught stuck in her throat, the adrenaline gave her such a rush of confidence as her leg finally managed to shuffle under his, allowing her to knee him right in that swelled thick slug he was so transfixed on appeasing.

And though she managed briefly to slip out from beneath him, it was no victory, and she felt that ounce of triumph that fluttered in her heart snuff out at the feel of his brawny taunt and rock hard arms wrap around her torso, hoisting her off the ground, only to throw her right back where she’d been laying not moments ago.

“Please, Eijirou, please, you're scaring me, stop.” She kicked now, flopping beneath him like a fish hauled up on a boat, tried prying her hands out of his grasp yet couldn't stop him from holding her down, rolling her on her stomach while he pulled off his uniform necktie, bending her arms behind her back and tightening the noose around her wrists, pulling the tail between them to secure the knot tightly, before rolling her back with her hands being crushed beneath her.

Her face reappeared tear-slicked and panicked. “There we go, all pretty and perfect for me.” He lightly tapped her face as he stuffed her mouth with the panties he fished back up from his pockets, settling between her legs again as she whined through the make-shift gag.

Rough course hand, like sandpaper, like rock, slid down between her thighs, slowly in their venture, pushing and kneading into the softness, hungry as they groped and pushed her open, wrapped her around his torso so he could slap his rock-solid cock onto her vulnerable little opening.

“Let me paint a picture for you, Babe.” He started, catching her attention. 

Her eyes so unbelievably wide as she looked up at him through the thick hazy ominous darkness of the room, a darkness that once seemed so cozy now so overwhelming, the sun having gone down, the TV turned to black, the lights left off and the only glimmer coming from the streetlights and the dim white glow of the moon shining in through her window, leaving Kirishima’s sharp teeth to hang above her and how they seemed to drip, eerie shadows cast upon his face, eyes red and hazy, drooped to slits, drunk and cocky as he continued rubbing his cockhead up through the lips of her pussy ever so causally, like she wasn’t bound and bawling beneath him. 

“So listen up and listen carefully. Can you do that, Babe?” 

She felt cold suddenly, chilled to her core by his tone, reduced to shivering beneath his confident touch, shuddering where she laid, chest pushed upward above the support her arms gave, head drawing in the dune of her pillow, thighs lifted to straddle her boyfriend’s waist, his hand keeping her there by curling his thumb into the underside of her knee. 

“The way I see it, you have two options.” He leaned in, voice sturdy but soft like a straight-jacket. “Either you be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” Tone swooping low into a growl. “Or...” 

His hands moved steadily as they began unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up, planting a kiss on the newly exposed skin of her tummy, just short of her belly-button. The light scruff of his chin tickling the thin skin it rubbed against as he continued licking and nibbling on the flesh the more it was exposed to him. 

“You run along to your friends, tell them what a bad bad guy I am. They ask for proof, but silly little you have no proof to give.” He chuckled, warm breath breezed on the peach-fuzz of her chest as he kept sucking his marks into her, hands fingering the last of her buttons. “People love me, Buttercup, so let me ask you this...” The crimson spikes of his hair stuck into the underside of her chin as he licked up her throat, kissed her jaw and bit at her earlobe, whispering. “Who’s side you think they gonna take?” Humming as he watched another fat tear run down her cheek. “You go to the teachers, they ask for proof, something you still don’t have because there is none. And even if they did believe you... no saying they’d do anything about it. I’m destined to be a billboard hero. Do you really think they’ll throw all that away on some ditz from general studies?” Question after question, answer after answer, each one another stab and twist of the rusty blade in her hope. “Think again.” With her shirt open she witnessed him morph his hand into sharp rock, a jagged finger burrowing beneath the bridge of her bra and cutting the thick fabric loose, now fully exposed to his mouthful of teeth and slobbering tongue. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not how the world works, Sweetheart.” 

She closed her eyes, clamped them shut, but it only helped her feel all his entitled actions even more, how he moved, rightfully, regardlessly, without regret or remorse. She swore she could feel him pulsating against her, his cock pumping against her swollen clit, where she could argue that the rip of him tearing apart her skirt was the loudest noise she’d ever heard in her life. 

“And perhaps it ends there, but I know you. You continue, trying to make anyone believe you, eventually ending up in management for crazy obsessed fanatic fangirls -of which I have many- or you give up.” His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, fingers tweaking the other breast with boyish greediness. “Either way, you end up missing. With no friends to bother coming to find you, thinking that your delusional ass offed yourself, when in reality...” 

Large hand curling around her neck, squeezing as he rose to look down at her, rock his hips to allow his cock more friction, sliding up and down between her thighs, bobbing against her stomach, thrumming and spilling thick whiteness, dripping and smearing onto her skin. 

“You’re right back here with me.” 

Her heart skipped, seemed to stop, everything seemed to stop. His words hung poised, forgetting how to drop, like dust settling, lingering about the air as she looked up at him, thinking he looked like the onset of hell, like a demon, his hair like horns, his eyes like hellfire, and those teeth, those sharp unforgiving teeth. 

“You see, if you don’t give, I will take.” He juggled her head with the tight grip he had on her jaw, playing with her as his other hand swept through her delicate sensitive folds, made her cringe, try and shimmy away, all to his disgusting amusement shown in the snaggletooth that hooked over his lip as he smirked a grim curled line. “And right now it looks to me like I might just have to show you just how defenseless you are to stop me.” His digits wiggled inside her, and she whined into her panties as she sucked on them, her eyes clinging to the dangerous heat simmering inside his. “Aww see? You’re already getting so wet. Your body sure knows who it belongs to, I’m sure you will too, very soon.”

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[sirensmojo]

"Big Bank!" - Hubby! Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Big Fluff, Old Money love story vibes.

Summary: Tommy decided to let his wife take care of his Gin. He comes to taste it for the first time after the Gin was met with great success.

A/N: We stand for a caring & trusting Thomas, sorry not sorry.

*Masterlist*

It was a windy day when Tommy entrusted you with his Gin distillery.

The sun was out, as your children were running around the garden, their giggling easing his mind. His head dropped backward on the garden chair as fingers of one of his hands were fidgeting with his cup or whiskey, as a cigarette was locked in between his lips.

Spring was early this year, much to your family’s pleasure. Spending time outside was something you loved to do, and knowing Tommy’s busy agenda, you made sure to make every family moment the best one.

No need to say time flew so fast, the days becoming months, becoming years.

Tommy and you was an evidence. From the day you bumped into each other in the London’s library his sister Ada used to work, you were inseparable. Thus you didn’t know each other for very long, but everything between you made this fact questionable.

You were acting as if you knew each other since children, a single look and you understood what the other thought. Not too many words were said, but not too many words were needed.

Although you weren’t Tommy’s first wife, you were “the perfect two”, making all the people you knew jealous and envious.

“My love,” you announced your presence when coming closer to the garden table as your husband was eyes closed. “I did some thinking.” You added, catching his attention.

Tommy straightened back his head and he was now facing you as you seated in front of him, glimpsing from afar of your three little boys.

“You know I don’t like your whiskey or any type of alcohol, truly.” You raised your brows, and he puffed on his cig, waiting for you to continue. “I want to make Shelby’s Gin.” You let out outright.

No need to turn around your wish, by the way he shifted position you already knew he was ready to hear anything, and you didn’t want to disturb him from his peace. You knew how he dearly appreciated those little moments in which he didn’t have to think about running a business or dealing with dirty gangsters and rude people.

“You want to do what?” He raised a brow not too sure he heard you well, but when he caught eyes of your lips curling at the corner of your mouth, he knew he had heard it well.

His family was his haven of peace and you would do anything to take off some weight off your Shelby’s shoulders. it was a regular task, a daily basis habit that you quickly took and that you’ll probably never lose.

“I already tried a mixture.” His deep voice accentuating your smile.

“It’s my turn now, you played enough with that, you need to focus on real business now. Put your mind elsewhere and let me fill my bottles.”

You couldn’t quite put your finger on what changed precisely, but you noticed a shifting in your husband’s expression along with the gleam animating his iris.

You thought it was worry.

You lost your father a few months ago due to lung disease and your mother died long ago when you were the age of your own children, and as an only child, you were now all alone without your parents.

Gracefully you had Tommy and the kids because if you hadn’t you didn’t know how you would’ve handled this loss.

As being a sensible cord, your husband didn’t bring it up, and he wasn’t the type of comforting people with words anyway, but he tried it his way, which means he bought you a ridiculous amount of new jewellery and books because he knew how much you liked to read and how you were a simp for big diamonds.

Incidentally, Tommy always found it funny how much time you spend with your nose in books while having a voracious appetite for jewellery. He would never miss an occasion to make fun of you when catching you reading as you had to wear glasses, and it was all funny and stuff till he too, had to wear glasses to read.

Now, in bed, you looked like two old people, instead, you were reading adventure and dramatic novels whereas he was stuck with political subjects.

“Okay.” He didn’t hesitate a single moment which made you smile.

“Okay?” you repeated, your smile growing as seconds passed. He straightened back, leaning over the table to you and his hands reached for yours.

You intertwined your fingers together with ease, sparkles spreading at the tips of each of it.

It was that way with every of his touches. He just had that power over you, which you were proud of as it was just love. It could never be anything else.

His deep blue eyes were anchored into your Y/C/E’s ones and you knew he was trying to bring you comfort. He knew what it felt like to lose people, and was ready to give you whatever if that meant to ease your pain.

You neared your faces and he ran his thumb over the end of your nose, down to your lips as cupping your cheek with his palm. Tommy’s head was slightly tilted to the side, his only purpose being to reach your soul with either his touch or his soul hidden behind his iris.

You leaned your head into his touch and closed your eyes for a second, enjoying that moment between the two of you as the breeze made its way to your neck under your mane.

Now, nearly five weeks later, all Birmingham was only speaking of the Shelby family as the people making “the good priced good gin” according to what you heard in the streets. From the fancy restaurant to the underground pubs, everyone in town had tasted of that oh so liked liquor.

Tommy first heard how good the gin was by his brother Arthur. He, who liked to get drunk all day long and all night long, was always keeping a bottle of it in his car or even on himself.

Then it was Ada, always offering him a drink of it whenever he would visit her.

(...)

It was 4 in the afternoon when Tommy walked through Charlie’s yard to join the Gin factory, when opening the door he was surprised to see you, seated at the old dusty desk filling paper and sipping on several cups.

Your husband frowned, “Y/N?”. He didn’t know if he should be worried or glad to see you working in such a place while drinking a lot knowing you’re not even a drinker in the first place.

You lifted your gaze to him and a huge smile instantly warmed up the atmosphere in the space, “Tommy!” You exclaimed as you got up. Being a bit dizzy you were strongly holding onto the table while getting up but you wanted to join him, and that’s when Tommy noticed your reddened cheek and little eyes.

“You’re drunk,” he stated, concerned. His expression shifted. He seemed a bit worried as he took one of your wrists to help you walk correctly.

You waved your free hand before you as to blow away his remark, “I was trying a new mixture for the Gin.” You informed him. You slid a hand into his rough one and stepped backwards, to the desk. “Here, choose one and tell me.” You proudly pointed to each of the cups. “This one on the left is spicy, the middle one a little too sweet for the Americans, this one to the right is the version that is out, and the last one is a bit strong. If the sadness hit too much.”

“The sadness?” Tommy asked while grabbing the third cup, being the gin that was already out. He was quite startled by how implicated his wife seemed to be, he didn’t actually think she would invest that much time and energy in this activity, but he was relieved she found a reason to get up every morning other than their beautiful family.

He knew how living a life without having or serving a purpose was meaningless and boring, even more, when being saddened by something you can’t control such as the death of a loved one.

The Shelby brother will sleep better now, knowing his other half found purpose somewhere, even if seeing her drunk was a sight he could never get used to…

At this moment, he felt the need to feel her skin under his touch before doing anything else, and that’s what he did, putting his hand at the end of her back, he pulled her closer, his thumb rubbing her skin over the fabric of her dress.

Tommy then drank from the cup and took his time judging the taste of it.

He opened his eyes and dropped the cup on the desk before turning to his wife, she was looking at him, impatience spreading all over her face. She seemed ready to hear Tommy’s opinion on her Gin... On their gin.

The blue-eyed man grabbed her face in his hands and pressed his forehead to Y/N’s. She closed her eyes a couple of seconds before opening them to a staring Tommy. He was fondling her cheeks with his thumbs before exhaling deeply, “I now understand why everyone’s talking about us, Shelbys, being fucking genius’, eh” He got distracted by her lips.

“This,” he pointed to the bottle standing at the corner of the table, and, once again, Tommy got distracted, he noticed words were present on the bottle down the name. “Distilled for the eradication of incurable sadness.” He read out loud.

A faint smile was found on his face before he agitated the bottle in his hand. He was proud.

He put down the bottle and directly sealed his lips to Y/N’s, the calling for love being too loud to resist.

That was exactly why it was her and no one else, she was always unpredictable and versatile. Who would have thought his bibliophile wife could be a real gem in the making of gin?

She put away, gasping for air before looking him in the eyes, “What? Did I never tell you the fact that my grandpa was making alcohol?” She teased his lips by speaking inches away from them, “I know one or two tricks. That’s why it’s selling well.” She concluded before pressing their lips together eagerly.

“This is a big bank, yea” He succeeded at saying in between two kisses.

#Thomas Shelby x Reader #Tommy Shelby #Peaky blinders #husband tommy shelby #hubby!Tommy Shelby

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No One But Me

This is my first time writing a slimy character so pls be gentle lol. This is a kinda slimy Nanami sugar daddy fic ft. Geto

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: Mentions of infidelity, slimy Nanami Kento, Unhealthy relationship, rough sex (tho not too descriptive), slight manipulation, voyeurism, punishment (?? Kento's on bs tbh)

Tag: @kryloxen

Nanami Kento was an upright, confusing man. He was all business and almost no play to most of the world, even his wife, but with you, sometimes he would crack an easy smile before degrading you to high hell, looking surprisingly pleased if you started to cry. He would make you tell him you loved him, edging you for hours until it was all you knew how to say, yet wouldn’t even look your way if you passed him in the grocery store. Said you were nothing more than a quick fuck for him and yet he still loved you. Told you that you were just a sugar baby, a glorified whore that leeches off his money, then turn around and tell you he’d destroy the world if it meant your happiness.

He was so contradicting and you loved him all the same.

You knew he only ever had the best intentions for you, and he’s always proven he had your best interest at heart. So, even though he was still married after six years with two kids, because he insisted he would leave his wife for you, you believed him. When your parents had randomly abandoned you, not answering your calls and refusing to see you when you visited, he was there to comfort you, even giving you a place to stay when your landlord decided to wrongfully evict you after your parents cut you off. Could he have hired a good enough lawyer to represent you in court? Yes, but he insisted that staying with him in the vacation home he escaped to when his family was too much was far easier and less stressful, so you trusted him. He’s given you no reason not to. He loved you too much to deceive you, he told you himself. And above all else, you trusted him with your life.

So when he called you after ghosting you for a week, you happily answered, not even questioning why he’d dropped you. When all he said was to get ready, crudely hanging up before you could even get a word out, you did. You made sure to wear the black dress he loved that had your whole back out, flowy enough at the bottom that he could sneak his hand up the back without disturbing the front too much.

He hadn’t said anything when you got into the car, and you knew better than to kiss him, even though it's practically become routine with him. Instead, you sat with your hands in your lap, looking down like a kicked puppy. The car was silent, saved for the classical music playing lightly from the radio as he turned into unmarked streets, passing unknown buildings.

He finally stopped in front of some apartment complex, some of the windows we boarded, it had the same vibe as an abandoned home, and you felt over-dressed, but he finally looked at you, softly cupping your cheeks in his hands and planting a deep kiss on your lips. He pulls back only when you’re out of breath.

“You know I would only do what’s best for you, right?” You wordlessly nodded your head, watching him exit the car, waiting for him to open your door, leading you into the house with your hand in his.

Sometimes you wish you didn’t trust him so well, but you did.

You tried to keep still, bringing your hands under your knees to keep them up less you get hit again. You can feel your eyes begin to water as they ache, having to hold the position for far too long, being treated roughly by some stranger for what feels like hours. You turned your head as inky black hair spills forward into your face, eyes shut tightly when he chuckles in your ear.

“Look at him, Y/N.”

You heard Nanami command from somewhere in the room. You tried your best to look for a trace of blond, hoping the tortured look in your face would make him step in and save you like he always does. However, before your eyes could even focus on him, a strong hand roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the cruel smirk and devious eyes.

“You hear him, Y/N.” You didn’t like the way he said your name. “Look at me.”

The man above you—Geto, you try to remind yourself before the name is fucked out of you yet again—moved his hand around your neck, gripping tighter than Nanami ever would, delighting in the way your moan is broken with a sharp breath. The man was brutal, having you on your knees for the better half of an hour, fucking your face and making you choke when you complained about the ache, roughly fingering you through an orgasm until he was ready to take you, placing you on the cold floor because "whores don't deserve the luxury of a bed". His mouth attached itself wherever it could, quick to leave bruises and bite marks in its wake. You tried hard not to cry, and he seemed almost disappointed by the fact.

The slap of his hips against your ass was almost bruising, but you know better than to ask him to stop, the mark of his hand on your thigh is evident of that. His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough that you actually cry out because of it, pulling you into each of his thrusts so roughly it feels like he might break you. Everything this man did to you ached, even his lips against the skins of your breast felt a touch too rough, and you were just expected to take it.

You couldn’t help but call out to Nanami. He was so much nicer with you, so kind with his touches, working you through orgasm after orgasm as gentle as a dove, even on his worst days. The overstimulation he caused with his tongue was worlds above the handful roughly torn from you because of Geto.

“See how mean Geto can be?”

Your teary eyes widened, not realizing Nanami had kneeled next to your head, hand gently against your head as his voice flowed so sugary sweet that it could make you sick.

Geto, in turn, let out another laugh, “Oh, come now, I’m not that mean.” He says this, yet seconds after he sank his teeth into the skins of your breast hard enough to draw blood. You whimper out to Nanami, and all he does is stares softly at you. “You’re just too soft, Nanami.”

Nanami ignored him, the light caresses against your face and hair in complete contrast with the way Geto did anything. “I’m so much nicer to you, aren’t I? How could you want anyone other than me, right?”

“Y-yes sir," you sobbed out. You reached a shaky hand out to him, whimper when he slaps it away with his free hand. "Please, Nanami."

"No one other than me, right?"

You bit your lips as Geto fucked you through another orgasm, tears spilling down your face as you weakly grab Nanami's pants leg, the other hand moving up to messily wipe your tears away. There was no working you through your orgasm with Geto, he kept the same rowdy pace throughout, giving you no time to recover. Nanami doesn't tell him to stop, though, just looks at you expectedly. So you do as he wants, like always, whimpering out the affirmation he needs as you try your best to stay conscious. "Yes sir!"

"So, you say," he mumbled before his hand in your hair tightened, "and yet you seem to flirt with every man at the office like some slut. You were trying to make me upset, right?"

"B-but I wasn't—"

"Good girls don't lie, Y/N." Geto hummed, pushing against your legs until they pressed against your chest, the force of his thrust causing you to curse. He let out a whistle, "Good girls don't curse either. You might as well leave her here with me, Nanami. I'll train her nice and good for you."

The only response he got was a glare from Nanami before he turned his attention back to you, fake pity pulling his lips into a frown. "You know I hate having to punish you. Wouldn't you rather we go home and ride me until I feel better?"

You wordlessly babble before nodding.

"Then apologize for being a whore."

You wanted to argue, to plead your case, but you could hardly form a sentence, much less an argument, and a simple "I wasn't" wasn't going to fly with Nanami. Besides, you know better than to argue with Nanami. Once he's sure of something, no one can convince him otherwise.

"'M sorry." You slurred.

His hand tightened, "Sorry for what, be specific."

"For bein' a whore."

His grip finally loosened, and he caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away your tears as his usual silent apology. "There's my good girl." He looked up at Geto, face hardened. "Enough."

Geto smirked, "What, I don't get to finish?" He complained, still he pulled out, sitting on the edge of the bed just centimeters away. He watched closely as you withered, body confused as the almost nonstop pleasure abruptly ended, wondering how you would sound if you begged him for more.

You let out a sigh of relief before hissing at the pins and needle feeling in your legs. You relaxed as Nanami cradled you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap and you shivered at the feel of his bulge press against your oversensitive thighs. You know he'll give you a chance to recover in the car ride home, though, he's just nice like that.

You're barely conscious when he throws his coat over you, heading out the door. You think you hear him say something to Geto, but nothing else matters when he presses his lips against the crown of your head as you drift off, telling you what a good girl you are and how much he loves you.

And because he gives you no reason to doubt him, you believe him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami kento smut #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru smut

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Hi! I’m so heartbroken right now, I just want to rant a little but I don’t really have anyone to talk to… I just wanted to express that to someone so thank you for being there for me. My life was already a mess but now I feel even worse. Do you have any advice for coping with your ex partner being ready to move on with someone else really really rapidly ? How to cope with him finding someone else soon and possibly treating her way better than he treated me ? :/ I feel so worthless…

Aww... I'm sorry you're having such a rough time! That sounds very painful. Breakups are so hard. I wish you had someone to talk to about it in person! But I also understand the desire to not burden other people when we're having a hard time. I have some thoughts, but feel free to ignore them if they aren't useful to you.

1. One thing I have noticed about breakups is that we tend to frame them as a singular event, like "we broke up on Tuesday". And perhaps that day is the day that you had the tough conversation or made the decision. But I have found that most breakups (especially in relationships that have lasted a long time, which it sounds like yours has) actually take a long time to end. There is a long process of realizing you're unhappy and deciding you need to end things and then extracting the other person from your life and none of that happens in an instant. And so the two people that were in the relationship might be at two different places in that process, but that doesn't mean you are moving on too slowly or he is moving on too quickly, but he's just in a different place in his process than you are. It doesn't mean anything about how important you were to him or your worth as a person.

2. I had two very close friends in college, both of whom I loved very much. They were both good people and good friends to me and they cared about each other a lot. However, once they started dating each other, they were intensely dysfunctional. They fought all the time and made each other miserable and could only reconcile their arguments through sex (which is not a sustainable relationship solution). Not only did they make each other miserable, they made all of us miserable for having to constantly deal with their relationship fall-out. They did finally break up (which took months of on and off again nonsense) and are now both much happier. One of them just got married last week. Point being, they are both good people capable of good relationships, just not with each other. Sometimes, the relationship just isn't a good match and that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you as a person, it just wasn't the right fit.

3. The best advice I can give you is to focus on yourself right now. You are grieving the loss of an important relationship in your life. Be gentle with yourself and give yourself as much self-care as you can. Whatever things you couldn't do with him in your life, go do them. Blast BTS and catch up on run episodes and eat ice cream and give yourself time to adjust to a new way of life without him. It will get easier, even if it sucks right now.

I'm sending positive vibes your way! I would encourage you to reach out to friends or family, even just to chat about other things. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our romantic relationships that we feel like there is nothing left when they end, but usually there are a lot of other people who love us, waiting for more time with you. You aren't worthless! BTS loves you! I hope things get easier soon.

#ask bee

[factual-fantasy]

20 old asks that I should’ve gotten around to answering ages ago.. 😬

Daww shucks, I’m glad I could make this year a little brighter for you. :}

Aww! Thank you! I’m so glad! I’ll be sure to keep making it! :D

Oh yeah, this show has got some good angst factors floating around in it behind the scenes.

And really? Huh, I always imagined that he was just holding it with his hand draped over his abdomen. :/

Why thank you!  ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

Hmm.. headcannons? Well... let me see...

I think that chances are? Captain Barnacles would teach some other crew members how to pilot the Octopod in case of an emergency. Like Peso, Tweak and Kwazii for example, maybe even Dashi too. Kwazii already knows, but I feel like he’d get some proper lessons in case of a serious emergency.

Also, I feel like Peso would be effected by this experience quite a bit. I always imagined that growing up with a huge family? He’s used to being surrounded by loved ones and safety at all times. Now that he’s an Octonaut.. he doesn't have much of that anymore. I imagine he’s always a little on edge because of that and doesn’t like to be alone. Imagine how alone and scared he must’ve felt when every single crew member was down and out and he had to pilot the Octopod through the roaring 40s! I still don’t know how he did it. 

Peso would probably become really jumpy and nervous for about a week after the incident. Not wanting to be left alone, especially not alone in the HQ. Because if he’s alone in there and something goes wrong? He might have to pilot the Octopod again.

I also feel like.. you know.. after seeing the Captain nearly pass out right in front of him? He’d be on edge and kind of following him around for a while to keep and eye on him. 

There’s a lot that can be said about the aftermath and how everybody copes with what they experienced. 90% of the crew was poisoned and then their medic had to pilot their ship out of water so rough, that even the Captain himself would call a challenging task. 

Just imagine if you were in the crew’s shoes, how would you feel if that happened?

I don’t blame you for not realizing I was gone, I forgot I was taking a break too XD.

As for the comfort habits? Hmm... I hope its okay that its going to be text and not a drawing. So, things that certain characters do to other characters to show affection? I cant be too sure..

For Captain Barnacles though? Its always a paw on the shoulder, its like his default. You did something very well/correctly? You in need of some comfort? He wants to show you that he cares about you? Captain Barnacles will manifest beside you and pat you on the shoulder. I think for this reason specifically, none of the crew members get startled when some one touches their shoulder suddenly. They instantly think its something positive coming from the Captain.

Maybe Kwazii would reassure them everything is going to be okay, and then go out on a mission to do everything he can to fix the situation? That sounds like something he’d do. Maybe he’s not too great at comforting people so he just seeks out to fix the problem that’s making them upset in the first place instead.

I feel like Peso would... uhm.. well.. hmm.. comfort habits, something he does do to comfort others... Uhm.. I mean, I know how he likes to be comforted, but not really how he’d comfort others..

Well.. uh.. I’m having trouble with this one. I think most of the other crew members would just stick close by to who ever needs comfort. No one really likes to be alone when they’re upset..? Sorry, my brain is mashed potato's right now, I cant think of anything coherent. <:/

If I remember correctly, I grew up with the UK version. I always would watch Octonauts on the family computer on YouTube. And YouTube only had the UK version it seemed so that’s what I’m familiar with.

It still feels so weird to hear Peso and Dashi’s new voices in the Netflix adaption I tell you what.

Daww thank you! I’m glad you like my silly little headcannons! Here, have another!

The Captain sleeps with a weighted blanket because it mimics the feeling of having a thick fur coat, which he grew up with and no longer has.

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Thank you!! UHG all these compliments! Its too much! XD

THANK YOU!!! :DDDD 

I mean, hey, yo do you man! I personally don’t ship anyone so its none of my business.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Haha I will do my best, and hey! I’m flattered that you were drawn to my Transformers art! I feel like it was the least liked of my workings..

Thank you! That’s all so sweet!.. Although I wish I could say I don’t feel pressured to post more stuff.. dang near have and elephant sitting on my chest.

I feel like a case where they’d all have a sleepover is either just for funsies.. or if they all went through something really scary. Something that effected them all and they’re all still shaken up.

Perhaps then they’d all gather in one room for a night to sleep soundly, being reassured that every crew member is safe and accounted for.

If Ratchet ever did, he sure wouldn’t like him. XD

Thank you! I often use Peso’s, (and Dashi’s) British voice when thinking about his dialogue.

Hmm.. I’m not sure, I don’t know many shows. But I can probably guess what kind they’d like.

I can see the Captain liking light hearted shows/movies about family, what ever those medias may be.

Kwazii likes anything action packed and/or scary pretty much. Doesn’t even really matter what the shows about, he just likes scary and actiony things.

Peso probably likes lighthearted and comedy themed shows/movies.

Dashi probably likes romance movies, but the lighter ones, not the like.. rated R ones.

Shellington probably just watches documentary's and educational shows because he’s always looking to learn new things.

For some reason I feel like Tweak would like movies/shows that have a superhero type element to them. Like My Hero Academia for example.

I feel like Professor Inkling would probably like old timey comedy shows, like The Three Stooges! I bet he’d love that, and I’d totally watch it with him XD

They all seem like nice characters. Pinto is a pretty cool little brother, he’s always rooting for Peso you know? Aside from that one episode. Everyone’s siblings seem pretty nice.

Koshi is a little baby bean, best little sister ever. 

The Captains sister its awesome, 10/10, 100%, she’s fantastic. Giving Captain Barnacles silly nicknames and being supportive of him. Telling her cubs all about how strong and brave her brother is and junk, the best sappy supportive sister ever.

Pearl seems pretty nice too, she gives off motherly/big sister vibes. Over all I think the sibling characters are pretty neat and fun, I wish we got to see them more often. <:{

#my response #octonauts #octonauts headcannons

[cabg]

words of affirmation

My husband's love language is Words of Affirmation. Keep this in mind for the story I'm about to tell.

There was a time during the pandemic when my husband was very stressed out and having a rough time at work (his job is stressful as is, but the pandemic made it that much worse, as it did for many people). As a result of COVID-19, he'd started working from home and one night he was absolutely dreading logging into work the following morning.

Because his shift often starts before I wake up, and I'm the furthest thing from a morning person, I knew I wouldn't be up in time to wish him a good day at work. So I snuck into our home office while he was in the shower, found a post-it and scrawled something really quick on it, afraid I'd get caught since I wanted it to be a surprise. Later on we went to bed and I completely forgot about the note.

This wasn't the first love note I had ever left for him. I've left them on his desk many times, in his lunch bag, or on the bathroom mirror for him to find. I've left him quick little ones simply saying "I love you. <3" or ones that are long and full of appreciation for all that he does. He's said he likes them but he never really put much emphasis on how much, so I thought nothing of this newest note that I'd scribbled to him.

THEN, some weeks later, he casually tells me that he had kept that post-it. He said that when he had found it he had kissed it for good luck and he did end up having a MUCH better day than anticipated. Not only did he keep it, but he kisses it EVERY morning at the start of his shift for good luck.

Yes. It is exactly as sweet as it sounds and it gets me in the feels every time I think about him doing that.

Time passes, and of course, I've forgotten all about the post-it note again.

More than a year later (last week), he's about to do a Zoom interview for a promotion at his job and of course I'm giving him ALL the pep talks. Telling him not to worry, he's got this in the bag, without a doubt he's going to get this job, he's absolutely the right man for it and they'd be dumb as hell not to go with him for this position. All that is very true, by the way. (side note: we still don't know if he's gotten the job yet so *fingers crossed*.)

After the interview, he calls me to tell me how it went. He said it went rather well actually. He and the interviewer vibed well and he felt pretty confident throughout. But then he said:

"But man... right when the interview started I realized I had forgotten to kiss the post-it note for good luck and I couldn't kiss it after the camera was on because I figured that'd be kinda weird, so I was pretty bummed about that."

Y'all...

The note:

It is so funny to me, that of all the sweet notes I've left for this man, the one he loves and cherishes the most is the one where I call him "Poopface." Because of course it is. Sometimes I get caught up looking for romantic gestures, but always... ALWAYS, always, always, it comes back to the simple things.

cabg.

#5 love languages #love notes #words of affirmation #I plan on surprising him one day by laminating that post-it so he can keep it forever

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Monster Match 3

Here is monster match by a user who wishes to remain anonymous!

“Sure!  I'm an INTJ.  Female, cis, het.  In addition to riding my horses and mules, and doing medieval reenactment, I do a lot of sewing and home improvement projects around my farm. I'm an animal lover, and have 2 mules, a horse, a dog and two cats, as well as 2 beehives and 13 chickens.   I'm short, 5 ft 1, and heavy set.  Short blond hair.”

He’s a shy, bumbling kind of thing. Skin a dusty sort of green that blends in with prairie fields, light speckles across his face and back in a system of blotchy patterns. His black hair is long and carefully kept, beard consistently trimmed. He takes great care in his appearance, not necessarily to the point of vanity, but rather to appear clean and put together in ways his kind are rumored not to be. Typically, though, he wears simple clothes, mainly because his farm quickly dirties whatever he wears, whether he is careful or not. While he might be so massive that it’s almost impossible to miss him, he’s shockingly quiet. He’s a sturdy man, that’s for sure, with the muscles required to pick up a grown cow almost like a smaller lamb. But he can do so with the gentleness of a tiny pixie, thick fingers remarkably elegant with any of the finer work he must complete.

Despite the fact he could take up an entire room with his presence, he can sneak up on someone who only is partially focused on something. That silence has surprised you during moments of tasks more than once. There’s just something that’s so fundamentally nonthreatening about him, despite the fact he could bend a steel rod with his bare hands. His entire vibe, it seems, is to live and let live, and that’s such a significant essence of himself that almost anyone can sense that. The entire town loves him, despite orcs being rare in that general area, especially since he’s the kind to help anyone who needs it silently.

The Orc potato farmer might read as a joke, and for all intent and purposes, he completely understands why. Large, burly creatures sowing the earth for tiny lumps of starch might seem unlikely on paper, but that’s what his family has done for generations. He’s the only son but has three sisters of varying ages that have departed for other things. He’s not bitter about that by any means; he just misses waking up to an intense ruckus sometimes. One good thing about sisters is that they are basically a team of lawyers ready to come to his defense at any time, which works out for someone who rarely likes kicking up a fuss for anything. Not that he doesn’t have boundaries, he knows when to tell people he feels uncomfortable, but there’s something nice in the thought of being able to “release the hounds” if someone feels like giving him a hard time.

When the chores are done and the fields are cared for, he’ll put an old record into his rickety player, too stubborn to buy anything more modern than that. Sure, he’ll accept new records as they come. It might feel odd to hear hyper-pop on that ancient family heirloom, but someone (you don’t know who) gifted him a Grimes record for Christmas, and he seems to be in the mood for the racket occasionally. Though he definitely wouldn’t say it’s his favorite by a long shot, he much prefers soft classical after a long hard day outside in the summer heat. Old rock, too, when he’s in the mood, with a fondness for Sister Rosetta Tharpe.

People might call him old-fashioned, but he’s not necessarily in the position to raid an Apple Store and get up to date on all these fantastical gadgets the kids these days have. Not that he’s opposed to technology. He only openly mocked someone for reading on their phone instead of a book once, and it was his youngest sister. Oh boy, he did get an earful about “sustainability” and “no paper costs,” all in the same lecture as the dangers of physical objects versus digital licensing as soon as the other sister decided to join the conversation.

Despite their tenacity, all of his sisters are significantly younger than him. They’re the same age. His parents struggled to have him in the first place, so they had long given up the idea of having any more children. They doted on him for the first ten years of his life, being the best possible parents they could be, and then his mother got pregnant again. It was exciting news, that’s for sure, even more exciting (and kind of worrying) when three heartbeats were detected during an ultrasound. All of them are identical; even your orc has some issues keeping them apart when they decide to be purposefully misleading. He also has a sneaking suspicion that two completely switched places during high school because one liked the name better.

His parents were already older as it was, bless their hearts, but somehow managed to keep up with three rambunctious girls. He definitely did some of the heavy lifting in those earlier years; his ten-year head start made him the household negotiator. Sometimes that meant going from bedroom to bedroom to facilitate arguments; other times, he had to wrestle two screaming girls apart before beating each other into dust. Very basic siblings stuff. His parents peacefully passed away weeks apart from each other, as soon as they’re children were well into adulthood and one was married.

He’s an uncle, too. You don’t know which came first- his affinity for kids or his skills with them. From three sisters to four nieces and nephews, he has his hands full whenever family visits. He might grump and act a bit rough on the edges when the kids misbehave, but he’s quick to quietly set them up with a game or a chore to keep their hands busy. The kids are endlessly entertained over how he can effortlessly lift them up and toss them into a soft hay bail- over and over again without getting tired. Most of the children are still young, with only one hitting double digits, but there is no greater joy in a small child’s life than being gently thrown like a sack of potatoes.

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