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the---hermit · 3 months

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31|01|2024

My week continues with reviewing my philosophy notes, and can I say I can't do this anymore? It's become a struggle I am so fed up with repeating the same things over and over. Tomorrow I should be done with my second review, and then I think I will practice answering again those questions that were asked in the last exam, and if I finish before the end of the week I will take time to rest. Today I also got a couple of books to practice my Irish a bit more and get a bit more serious with that. I got two books with lots of exercises to practice, I am very excited about them. Today I started working on Step By Step Irish, and I am really happy with it. The structure is very clear, and it seems to be extremly basic which is exactly what I need. I will write more updates on how my self studying continues. For now I am happy I am doing something to get a bit more serious with it.

Calm hobbit winter activities and productivity:

Read first thing in the morning (I am still reading A Day Of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon, and I am so excited, this book is the perfect place to escape to during these tiring times)

Started my second out loud philosophy review (once again thanks to my beloved father who is helping me as usual, I would have gone insane if it wasn't for him)

Daily Irish practice on duolingo

Worked on two chapters of Step By Step Irish

Cooked dinner for my family

Continued to listen to an audiobook about famous scientists

#my brain is slowly turning into mush #i cannot wait for this exam season to be over it's been a nightmare #i also feel like i really REALLY need to do something creative that doesn't require bain energy #that might be why i am cooking so much lately despite all the hours of studying #studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #journal #journaling #langblr #studying #productivity #calm hobbit winter #notebook #knife gang #mine #the---hermit

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todayisafridaynight · 5 months

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i cant explain it but daigo being subtitled to just be like 'you're making me look like i have no balls' feels so illegal and wrong. hilarious but something's off

#snap chats #WAIT I HAVE TO INTERRUPT THIS POST WITH THE FUNNIEST SHIT #SO I WAS GETTING FOOD FROM MY SCHOOL'S DINING HALL AND YOU CAN WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU WANT ON A SHEET YEAH #AND I SAID I WANTED A SAMMY AND FRIES OK BUT WHEN I GET MY PLATE ITS JUST FRIES #AND YK W/E OK I'LL JUST EAT THAT BUT THEN. WHILE IM LIKE. GETTING PIZZA TO SUB IT YEAH #I HEAR THE COOKS BE LIKE 'yoo why do we just have a sandwich here' AND THE BIN IT #AND I WAS LIKE 'was that a chicken sandwich cause uhhh <:)' AND THE WOMAN WAS JUST ':OOO IM SO SORRY'#LIKE DAWG /IM/ SRRY I FEEL BADLKAJLJ but yeah. they were nice enough to make me another one 😭#ok. back on topic with this fuckin post SORRY. i just have all these potatoes and a pizza to eat with this sadnwich now #i didnt eat breakfast or lunch so its ok. moving on #watch me explain it lol. i think its just cause its hard fr me to imagine daigo even saying balls like that. in jp or english #like he just doesnt have the Oomph to do it like the kansai bitches #see this how i know jo from kansai.... that easy as balls to imagine...#LIKEIM TELLING YOU THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO CAN SAY BALLS AND MEAN IT ARE KANSAI/EAST COAST BITCHES #in regards to eng its the accent... you just put a heavy mphasis on the b yk... any east coast bitches know what im talkin bout #or am i insane.it could be both idk #its cause in context he looks so meek like no !!!!! you dont be shy about balls talk !!!!!!!#I JUST IMAGINE HIM SAYING IT SO POLITE LIKE NO !!!! YOU HAVE TO SAY IT WITH FEELING. WITH YOUR BALLS #anyway daigo bb ily and i care for you but youre not hard enough to say balls #which is the most insaane thing i could say considering Daigo And His History but yk... im right...

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dazachi · 2 months

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just had a horrible thought of dazai actually secretly never having passed the ADA entrance exam, and thats why he's keeping himself away from them most of the time + is usually not included when Ranpo and Fukuzawa say the ADA, and he's just staying there because he doesn't know where else to go

#its a horrible idea #i want to shut my brain up asap #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #THIS HAS NO BASIS OTHER THAN ANGST PEOPLE. PLS MOVE ALONG #but also the idea of them caring for dazai but them not wanting him to be part of the ADA is a thought #lol additional angst thought where the reason dazai doesnt do the paperwork is because it wouldnt be officially ADA #...fuck wait i should legit stop #can yall imagine the turmoil kunikida would feel when he finds out dazai isnt really considered a member?#thats why the complaints on dazai dont lead to anywhere too...#OK IM LEGIT STOPPING #FOLKS THERE IS NO BASIS HERE. I AM COOKING AIR PARTICLES AT MOST

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obstinatecondolement · 1 month

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It wasn't exactly new information to me, but articulating the thought "being in the kitchen is triggering" recently in those words was very fucking grim.

#had to spend about 45 minutes downstairs waiting for the oven to preheat and then heating up some frozen food #and my heart did not stop pounding the entire time #also depressing that the real answer to 'why don't you learn to cook so you can have meals that don't have texture or taste issues?'#is 'the kitchen is a site of trauma even when I am alone and when I am not alone it is actively retraumatising to make or eat food there'#love how I am literally always afraid in my own home

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softquietsteadylove · 5 months

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We need more fake wedding/engagement AU pls ♥️

"Hey."

"Hey," Gil looked up, surprised by the soft voice and the silent steps padding into the kitchen. He pulled up his piping bag from making little rosettes of whipped potatoes. "What are you doing up?"

It had been yet another long day, and even longer than most. Ajak had required Gil to make a slew of appetizers for the engagement party she was insisting on hosting for them. He had agreed, of course, because it made sense.

Thena had expressed her worry over him slaving away in the kitchen for a party supposedly in his honour; couldn't they just get it catered? He said it was sweet, but he was happy to cook for it, and he would have plenty of time to prepare everything, so it wasn't like he would be too stressed about it.

It was only a partial lie, and it only satisfied Thena partially anyway.

She then spent all day helping Ajak plan the layout for the party in the expansive 'back yard' of the property, including their little section of beach. Ajak had the best eye for decoration, but Thena was a master planner. She had every square inch optimised and every minute accounted for while Sersi and Makkari focused on the guest list and aesthetic for the party.

They had both reconvened at the dinner table, swaying from the fatigue of the day. Thena had even excused herself earlier than normal to get some sleep.

"Are you still preparing for the party?" Thena asked, ignoring his question about why she was up. She walked closer, pulling her cardigan around herself. She wore a cardigan because it was cold but preferred the silence she could achieve with bare feet?

"I'm almost done," he smiled, piping his last few dollops of Duchess potatoes. "These just need to set, and then tomorrow I'll bake them with a butter bath and a little cheese so they can be served hot."

Thena drifted around the side of the table to him, similar to how she had hovered the day of the sandwich making--a day which neither of them had mentioned, but did it ever stick out in his mind.

He could never forget the feeling of her lips at the corner of his. Although he could also never forget the look on his mom's face when they both realised she was still in the room to witness their little moment. He had been embarrassed, sure, but Thena had all but run out of the room, barely looking at either of them for the rest of the night. She looked cute all flustered, though.

Thena watched him as he worked. "You're working awfully tirelessly for a party that should be for you."

He smiled at her, squeezing out the last bit of potato. "For us!--and besides, I don't mind."

"You keep saying that."

He couldn't help but be a little surprised. He hadn't expected her to voice a kind of defensiveness in his name. He shrugged, "I dunno, I'm used to it."

She tilted her head at him (cutely).

"I've always done stuff like this," he supplied easily as he finally set down his piping bag and looked at the three trays of apps he had finished. "Don't get me wrong, mom's a great cook, but stuff like this...I did do catering before I started at the company."

Thena also eyed his bounty, including all the dishes left from it. "Most caterers have entire teams to assist them, too."

He shrugged again, somewhat more sheepishly. "I guess, but honestly, hiring a caterer is more trouble than it's worth. At least I know what we all like, what we don't, that kind of thing. I know Sersi is allergic to buckwheat, I know Kari doesn't really like meat even if she's not totally vegetarian. I know Druig is picky with textures and I know you hate seafood."

Thena rolled her eyes at him.

He chuckled, though, picking up his tray and getting ready to load up the fridge even more. He smiled as Thena pulled the door open for him. "It's something I can do to take care of my family, y'know? Mom has done so much for us our whole lives."

And his father had done absolutely jack-shit for them.

"I wanna do whatever I can to help out," he concluded as she helped him load the last tray. The rest of the fridge was already stuffed with cheese appetizers, puff pastries to be baked, fruits that needed carving, and plenty else.

He turned and stretched with a groan. He was far from done, "I'll be up soon, don't worry. I just gotta finish these-"

"Leave them." He looked down at Thena, but she stared right back at him, arms crossed around her. "Leave the dishes for tomorrow."

He looked around the kitchen; it was pretty disastrous, and he didn't want to imagine what it would be like if his mother's kitchen weren't so massive. "The sink's totally full, not to mention the dishwasher. I can't-"

"It's not as if anyone will be using the kitchen for themselves tomorrow anyway," she shook her head, even pulling him by the hand. "They can wait until tomorrow, Gil."

"But-" he floundered, although he wasn't trying all that hard to escape the grasp of her very cold, very delicate hand. He looked down at the hand, and then at her bare feet again. "Thena, you're freezing--seriously, why aren't you in bed?"

She didn't answer him, still pulling him with her to their shared guest room.

"Were you cold?" he asked, and he had a feeling he was getting warmer (no pun intended). He tilted his head to try and get a better look at her, "is it too big? I told mom we didn't need a king sized bed."

"Just come to bed, Gilgamesh."

He grinned; she couldn't sleep without him.

He could admit just to himself that he had also gotten used to sleeping with her. After the general horror of sleeping with his best friend in a partial state of undress wore off, he had to admit, it was comfy. They fit together well, he gave off enough warmth for the both of them, and Thena would naturally wake him up by running her fingers through his hair.

Neither of them had mentioned that either, but he had a feeling she liked cuddling too.

"Fine," he conceded, yawning as he trudged up the stairs. "But I'm being a bad chef by leaving all that sitting there."

"I'm sure the code of conduct will forgive you," she drawled, finally bringing him into the room. She hadn't even closed the door behind her. She really did get up just to bring him to bed with her.

Gil sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He was more tired than he thought he was.

"Get changed and lie down, Gil. Don't worry about the dishes."

Well, if she was going to tempt him with that lovely voice she had. He grumbled, hauling himself up and to the bathroom adjoining their room. Now that he was in the comfort of the familiar space, he felt how exhausted he was. Maybe she was right, he should ask for more help with stuff like this.

The dishes did get done, though. By the time he came downstairs the next morning to ask why she had gotten up so early, Thena had done every single one of them.

#Thenamesh Proposal AU #I am a sucker for the 'did the thing while you were resting' trope #I love it #I L O V E it #obviously becuase I've used it so much #but listen #Thena already is like why does Gil have to cook everything for OUR engagement party?#but he's like it's fine mom whatever you want okay? you just take it easy #because he's a sweet boy #and of course Ajak makes everyone help but half the time Gil is like #no get out of my kitchen I don't like how you're doing it #so Thena goes to bed early because she's tired #and she gets changed and lies down maybe reads #and she waits #and waits and waits and waits #eventually she's like ummm where is my fake-fiance?#she goes downstairs and Gil is still cooking???#not on her watch #and it's not because she's cold and wants to cuddle up to him #of course not!#she just...thinks he needs his rest #she does get up early #slithers out of Gil's arms #washes all the dishes which takes like an hour #Kingo comes in like are you making breakfast?#Thena says no make your own and straight up leaves to actually get dressed and ready for the day #and of course #she and Gil STILL don't talk about it #it's called pining

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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ok but how ab subby dbf!bucky?

Submissive older men?? It's like you want me to lose my fucking mind 🙃

But really, this is so hot. Even just the thought of being on top and teasing him. You've been making out for long enough that he's desperate, gripping your bare hips and trying to claw back his composure faster than he's losing it. He's not succeeding though.

Neither of you are entirely sure how long you've both been naked for but you're acutely aware of how wet you are. He feels it too, groaning when you grind your hips, brushing your dripping sex against his length while your mouth is sliding against his own.

"Fuck, I need you." He pants between kisses, doing his best to ignore how ruined he sounds. You can't ignore it though.

"You need me?" You tease, reaching between your bodies to grasp his length, giving it a slow stroke and enjoying the weight of it in your hand. "That's pathetic."

His lips part and he lets out the quietest moan, lost in the feeling of your body settling over his tip while you continue to stroke him. Your core is slick, reminding him of warm, wet velvet. He's slid into you so many times before. He's felt the way your body accepts him, the way you sink down on him until he has nothing left to give you and the way your body squeezes him like he's everything you've ever needed.

Your wet heat continues to rut against him, letting his tip nudge your clit, not letting him inside and he notices just how you gasp each time it makes contact. "Please let me inside you. Oh God, please let me fuck you."

"Why would I let you fuck me? You think you could actually please me? You're stupid if you think you're enough for me. I need a real man who's not going to whimper like a desperate little bitch before he's even inside me. Not some old man like you who's going to finish way too quickly." God, he loves being degraded and the power that comes with getting him like this gives you more of a rush than you want to admit.

Your hand wraps around his throat, your other hand still other holding his dick as he babbles and begs. After a second, you let your hips fall, his leaking tip sliding inside you until each inch is buried as deep as you can take him.

"O-oh fuck, oh please. Please slow down." He groans, his eyes squeezed shut, gripping the sheets beneath him so tight. "I'm going to cum. Oh fuck." He's mortified to even have to say it because he's barely inside you and he's already losing his control.

"You better not cum, Buck. I didn't take my birth control this morning. That's not what I'm doing this for anyway. This isn't for your pleasure, this is for mine. You're nothing but a warm dildo for me, you got it? You're just here for me to get myself off on."

"Oh holy shit." He pants, doing his absolute best not to fuck himself into you from below and blow his load far too soon. "You shouldn't have told me you're unprotected. I'm gonna stuff you so full, there won't be a doubt in your mind that you're pregnant."

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osoreruna · 3 months

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haven't been sleeping very well, bear with me —

#𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 + [ OOC ]#tbd #yeah well — what's fuckin new i guess...#honestly #i can't wait to get this doctor's appt over with #i just want to get back to feeling normal.#which...was never really a thing. but this heart stuff in particular sucks major ass —#anyway i need to stop boohooing to y'all #THAT'S NOT WHY WE'RE HERE LMAO #we're here to talk bout toshinori #to love him #to cry over him...#.....to make fun of him for being bad at video games that he's literally featured in #and for making a grilled cheese without taking the wrapper off the cheese once —#you know #good things.#today was a pretty late day at work #got home. cooked dinner. cleaned kitchen. it's time for bed because i am hurting.#tomorrow shouldn't be as horrible...work wise anyway.#if i get home at a decent time we'll see what i can get done around here.#i also need to catch up on dm's pls forgive me #there's a lot of you and believe it or not my social battery is like #that 10 year old rechargeable battery you're still using for your xbox controller.#you know...the one that only holds a 20 minute charge anymore —

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tavyliasin · 4 months

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Part 1 of Haarlep's Festive Party is now out!

The rest will follow in the next day or so, it's a fight to finish it because it grew so long, but I do hope you enjoy the appetiser~

Mind the tags, I have my usual beloved tropes of Haarlep's aphrodisiac shenanigans, bondage, power play, a little pain play, some devilishly delightful toys and new outfits, oh and this time? Gale is joining the party!

Smut below the cut with some samples, the full work for now is only on AO3 but I shall see about posting it here in chapters when it is completed too~ Happy holidays darlings, in whatever ways you do or do not celebrate~

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“Are you nearly ready to go?” Tav’s voice called through the thin fabric of Gale’s tent as he fussed over his outfit. “I still need a few minutes… Look, you all go on ahead without me, I can soon catch up.” He looked in the mirror again and shook his head. He felt ridiculous, and not at all prepared, but he was not going to miss another party. “I will be there, I promise you that.” Outside the tent, Tav shrugged, looking to her companions. “I feel ridiculous.” Astarion complained, lifting the hems of his revealing outfit. “I don’t know how I let the pair of you talk me into this, again. ”

Beside him, Halsin merely grinned, a firm slap to the rear causing the pale elf to leap from the floor in shock with a loud jingling of bells. “I think you look perfect, my heart. I fear it is my dignity taking the hit now.” “Hold still.” Tav stood on her tiptoes to reach up to Halsin as he bent just slightly for her, letting her adjust the large antlers fixed to his head before kissing his red-painted nose. “There. Much better.” The druid smiled, unable to hide his feelings whenever Tav lavished gentle affection towards him, even as Astarion huffed with exaggerated jealousy. “It would be much easier were I to be permitted use of my wild shape.” “That would be cheating.” Karlach gave him a gentle elbow in the ribs, her horn decorated with extra branches and shiny baubles. “We’re going to be late if we stand around talking here all night.” Wyll appeared beside her, linking arms, similar festive items adorning his own curved horns, ribbons sewn carefully through his hair. “Shall we?”

Lae’zel and Shadowheart were already walking on ahead, having some kind of heated argument that Tav and the others couldn’t hear. Karlach watched them with concern. “Maybe we should keep a closer eye on them, before someone gets hurt.” “Oh I think that is their plan, but I wouldn’t worry about anything permanent .” Astarion smirked, as he watched the realisation dawn on the tiefling’s face.

“Well, let’s not keep the host waiting any longer. I’m curious what all this is about, anyway.” Tav smiled, entwining her fingers with those of her lovers either side of her. The memory of Haarlep’s last party was still fresh in her mind, and her body, and she couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of the night might have in store for them all. ----

“I hate you. You know that?” Raphael sneered, even as he allowed Haarlep to continue as they pleased, covering his wings with white feathers. Well, allowed was perhaps not the most accurate word as he was once more bound - quite literally - by their latest scheme. “Yes, yes, hellfire, brimstone, flay the flesh from my bones. I was hoping you might play the part a little better, Archdu- ” They paused halfway through his title, a far more wicked grin crossing their features. “ Archangel .” They finished on the last row of feathers, checking how firm the golden ropes and vicious daggers pinning his wings spread and open against the metal support were, ensuring he wouldn’t bother struggling. They floated back on a current of magic to properly admire their work, checking the book they summoned to their hand to ensure that everything was just right. Raphael was in his cambion form already, horns painted with gold with a large ornate ring suspended on fine thread between them as a glittering halo. He was dressed in a pure white robe that stopped midway down his thigh. Half of his chest was equally exposed, and his hands were bound with a thin but impressively strong golden rope in a mockery of prayer. A liberal application of golden glitter made his entire form appear to sparkle amidst the twinkling lights as he was held aloft at the top of an unreasonably large evergreen tree. Decorated soul coins hung from ribbons in the higher branches, out of reach of where most of the guests would be in the expansive hall below. The rest of the tree bore a variety of garish baubles, patterns of magical fire and dancing light cantrips being constantly cast by debtors hidden beneath the base, barely able to see from the ribbon-tied boxes they were secured inside, under strict orders not to let the decorations flicker or fade for even a moment. “Now, all you need do is sing .” Haarlep made a swift motion with their hand, their lovely little item buried deep inside Raphael suddenly coming to life and drawing out a prolonged whine from his lips. “Hmmm…you can do better.” Another motion sent the short mild shock of lightning through the pins piercing specific points up the cambion’s back, including several in the most sensitive points just above his tail and at the point his wings joined near his shoulders. This time, the noise from him hit a higher pitch. “Much better.” Haarlep smirked with satisfaction at the disappointed sigh as they left him without any stimulation again, only the feeling of what was there, the pained anticipation of never knowing when they’d next activate their little toys. “Now, you be nice up there, and you might just get your present later~” Their wings stretched in a lazy mimicry of flying as the magic carried them back to the floor. They noted the perfect view, if a guest were to stand in just the right spot beneath the tree, they would see everything . “Here. Hang that silly plant right here.” He motioned to one of the debtors who was helping decorate the hall, stringing the mistletoe on a fine thread they conjured from the high ceiling above. ---

--- Some time later

--- --- “Oh, right, mine’s last then.” She nervously teased the bow open, the paper falling away to reveal two items. The first was a dark flask, the glass itself looking like warm flames were moving within it, a thicker liquid swirling inside. “Do be careful with that now, Little Rat, do not get greedy . Just a drop or two in a drink should be more than potent enough, when you aren’t able to take it from the source.” At those words, they leaned in close tilting her chin up with a single claw and kissing her deeply, a sweeter passion to it, she might have been forgiven for thinking there was just a touch of genuine emotion. “Now, why don’t you look at the other half of your gift.” Their hand drifted down her arm, lifting her wrist as she still held the silk bag by the drawstrings. She passed the bottle of what was now rather obviously distilled aphrodisiac from the incubus themselves over to Halsin to hold for a moment as she began to pull the object from within the fabric. “This is…well, I assume it’s similar to other items you have?” “Not precisely.” They ran their own finger up the length of the decidedly phallic object, coloured deep red with familiar ridges along it. “Right now, it bears Raphael’s likeness , as you can tell. However, you can have it take the form of others, should you wish. All you need do is make a little deal with them - similar to my own, but far simpler. Just use it and kiss them while it is inside you, speaking their name whilst holding it will then transform it into their form.” “What’s the catch?” She eyed them suspiciously as they continued to caress the toy, squeezing at the tip for good measure. “When it’s in their shape, saying their name again while holding it will allow them to feel everything you do with it, much like you feel it if I take your form.” They grinned and dug a sharp nail just below the tip, and Tav once again heard that sound from above. “That…” She began, holding the toy in her hand as she had an idea form. “Haarlep.” She said once, watching the fiend’s eyes widen for a moment as they toy changed in size and shape, the hue changing to a dark tan. “So you did attune it to yourself when you made it, you cheeky devil~” Astarion winked at the incubus, watching the subtle changes in their face. “Haarlep.” Tav repeated, looking them in the eye as she took the item in her hand and began to run her own fingers up and down the length. “It is you…but not the one we know.” The incubus touched the toy quickly. “Raphael.” They uttered, in a hushed tone. “Do not think on that too much, Little Thief, some things even you should not steal.” They put the toy back in the silk bag for her, tying the string. “Something for later , you will have little need of it tonight.” ---

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