#eye conact

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

We tend to think of Rap as a thoroughly modern genre of music. But you cannot convince me that this song, written in the middle of the 1800s, for a music hall performer, isn't close, if not identical to it.

Eye Contact. Auto-generated captions.

Lyrics:

Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of June from my home I started Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five

{Chorus} Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight my spirits bright and cheery Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking; That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked if I was hired, wages I required 'Til I was almost tired on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five

{Chorus}

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city Then I took a stroll, down among the quality Bundle it was stole, there in a neat locality Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, said my Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five

{Chorus}

From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing Captain at me roared, said that no room had he Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Was down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; Off Holyhead wished meself was dead Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five

{Chorus}

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losing Poor old Erin's isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin' With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five

{Chorus 2x}

#the longest johns #youtube (auto generated captions) #rapid patter song #19th C. music #lyrics in post #eye conact #Youtube

[darkvolley]

I know it hasn't been confirmed that the gazing eye can only be on a keyblade, but it sure does feel weird that out of all the weapons it's on, only one of them isn't a keyblade(Riku's first sword). Like, that just doesn't feel right somehow.

#im also curious about how SoD can wield a doubles edged spear made up of that sword #like. was riku only able to wield it cuz of him? but riku had it before getting possessed #uuuggghhh now i wished i paid attention to that since i JUST rewatched kh1 again #no cuz he had it in traverse town!!!! loooong before getting possessed! #but sussiness had to be afoot for him to get a sword WITH THE GAZING EYE in it right??? #that couldnt just happen randomly! unless theres some kind of connection in the MoM->nort->maleficent->riku chain #but that feels too indirect to be a reason #also we dont even know how he got that sword other than maybe summoning it with dark powers he got from maleficent #but again then. it couldnt be random! #and i would think he materialize a completely unique sword like a psuedo-keyblade basically #or like how the nobodies have unique weapons they summon. yeah yeah probably exactly like that!!! #so how could a gazing eye materialize 'completely randomly' like that in just some sword??? #AND NOW IM WONDERING WHY IT APPEARS ON ANY OF THEM BESIDES NO NAME TO BEGIN WITH!!!! #maybe its more like a MoM->nort->riku chain without maleficent #omg no wait!!! cuz riku caused the islands to collapse because he opened the door BECAUSE OF SoD!!! #so theres the nort->riku connection prior to the possession #maybe cuz nort basically lost no name after the nobodification of the apprentices? i mean. xemnas is said to be able #to use a keyblade anyway and just chooses not to. so like. is it no name or something else? cuz roxas uses soras #and clearly no one else is using no name prior to 3D #what am i saying again? oh yeah! so like. maybe the gazing eye moved from The Abyss to riku after riku came into conact with SoD on the #islands. and it remained with him until 3 with his new keyblade #cuz isnt it that the sword basically 'evolved' into a keyblade? so thats likely why the eye is still there #plus it kinda still exists in the broken way to dawn on the shore so the eye cant move into anything else i bet #and in the case with vanitas having it i bet thats more confirmation that contact with xehanort in some form kinda ' #fuck got cut off. where was i??? it kinda 'spreads' the eye basically. #but i feel like it should be more like contact with no name specifically is what 'spreads' it. cuz SoD doesnt have keyblade access right? #so by that logic riku still shouldnt have it. but then again maybe it doesnt need to be no name contact specifically. #it would just make more sense that way but eh. whatever nomura wants i guess #oh wait just remembered! SoD probably uses riku's sword as a spear cuz hes using riku's body. right right that makes sense #its always so easy to forget that lol

[mlmcore]

I love having two different ways of flirting that confuse the fuck out of people. Because one of them is joke/playful flirting that I only use with friends and the other one is actual flirting, just that people don't understand that. Why? Because when I'm actually romantically interested, I will info dump about jellyfish or any animal facts. Along with bringing you things that remind me of you or I will give you things that are special to me. Just that people think it's me being nice but really it's just I display affection like a cat/dog 💀💀🤚

#if I'm ever like properly flirting #Dont take it seriously because its actually me just being playful. Trust me i cant flirt for shit because i get too flustered #If i am flirting #the signs are me being flustered #stuttering #and avoding eye contact after i had always made eye conact with you #yes my autistic ass considers eye conact too intimate so i only actually do it to people I'm close with

[misterfeller]

the girl i sit next to in finance is so great she doesnt want me to ask questions or add anything to the conversation she just wants me to make intense eye contact with her and be like yesssss you are so right! i know i am doing a good job bc she gave me a donut

#today we made intense eye conact while she counted to 16. idk what she was counting but she seemed satisfied with my input

[heartofaspen]

Sunny d for that ask game lol

NAOOO DONT EAT MY POSTS NOOO

#LOL TY #tw eye conact. #asks #tw unreality

[sxtvrns]

smoker

🎶 now playing: bad reputation - joan jett & the blackhearts

P: J.D. (Jason Dean) x Fem!Reader

S: The new kid on the block pulls a stunt in the cafeteria and makes a name for himself. You never thought he'd have you screaming that name later that day.

W: mentions of violence, guns, smoking, cursing, implied sexual themes, idk what else

N: A (kind of) rewrite from my first account that I deleted. Love his looks, hate his morals.

please interact if you enjoy!

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God, the cafeteria was disgusting.

It reeked of sweat from the jocks that were doing who knows what. The food was shit, majority of the time not even buying any of it and just bringing your own from home. The rows of cliques, table after table; societal ranks dividing everyone to their own spot, bitchy girls glaring at you just because your hair wasn't styled into whatever's in these days.

You bumped into someone by mistake, praying it wasn't anyone that had the power to smash your skull in half. "Oh my god, I am so sorry." You quickly apologized, planning to run off and avoid potential conflict. "No, it's okay. I wasn't watching where I was going." Veronica smiled, a wave of relief washing over you knowing that it was her.

You had her for a few classes, but was mostly a quiet observer. You've talked to her a few times about things mostly homework related (given the fact she was much smarter than you). Finding out she became a Heather was quite... surprising. Disappointing. She was too nice to join in their abusive antics.

You begin, "Um, hey, do you think–" There's a tap on your shoulder, and now you're face to face with Heather Chandler, sending you a passive-aggressive smile while shooing you away. You roll your eyes and comply, sitting down at one of the tables in the corner.

Not even bothering to check your paper bag, you stare at Veronica, who's seemingly being coerced into something she doesn't wanna do. You take a quick glance at Martha Dunnstock, her best friend, then back at Veronica to see the Heathers standing around her, laughing at Martha while Veronica's mouth simply hangs slightly open, but not saying a word.

"You seem distracted." Someone says. A dark cloaked boy stands at the end of the table. "Mind if I sit here?" He asks. "Go ahead." You say, moving over slightly and taking out your lunch to eat.

"What's so interesting over there?" He looks over in the same direction, head turning repeatedly trying to find what you were looking at. "The Heathers. Veronica. Just another one of their daily schemes." You answer, not making eye contact and eating right after. "That red one, over there," he points, "she seems like a real bitch." You snicker, nodding. "You aren't wrong." After a few seconds of staring, he turns to you.

"Jason Dean. J.D. for short." He introduces, his eyes lowering for a split second before going back to making eye conact with you.

Was he checking you out?

"Y/N." You simply say, going back to eating your lunch. After a few more seconds of awkward silence, you remember where you've seen him before. "You're in my visual arts." You add, facing him again. "All the other courses were taken. Would've gone for... woodworking or something." That was a see-through lie.

"You have no idea what you wanna be yet, do you?"

"Wow, she's observant."

"You don't seem like a woodworking guy. You're new here?" You ask, finishing your lunch and crumpling up the paper bag that came with it. "Mmm, yeah." He says. His food is untouched, only a bite taken out of his measly lunch. "Figured. I haven't seen you prior to today."

The Heathers (and Veronica) come out of the bathroom, staring at you and J.D., being the only ones at your table. Veronica slowly makes her way over, standing by you while her gaze switches between you and him.

"Greetings and salutations," J.D. speaks up first, looking at the three girls behind her standing by the bathroom door. "You a Heather?" Your other classmate scoffs. "No, I'm a Veronica. Sawyer." There was definitely some kind of tension in the air between these two. Sexual or conflicting? You couldn't tell, though you'd prefer one over the other.

You spaced out during their entire conversation, being brought back to earth when Chandler dragged Veronica away. "Come on, Veronica. They're probably going out or something."

Do they not know he just got here? You'd never go out with someone you just met.

Ram and Kurt are suddenly making their way over to your table, and you're more annoyed than afraid. They lean forward, Ram sticking his finger into J.D.'s barely touched food.

"You gonna eat this? Now what did your boyfriend say when you told him you're moving to Sherwood, Ohio?"

"Piss off, Ram." You retort, in utter disbelief that some men could be so immature.

"What'd you say? I think you should say it again, I couldn't quite hear ya'." Kurt grabs the collar of your shirt in a fist, pulling you in way too close to his face; you could smell his sweat from there.

"Leave the girl alone." J.D. says. "Or what? She your girlfriend?" Ram laughs mockingly, Kurt letting go of you to laugh along with him.

"I'll repeat myself."

J.D. then reaches into the pocket of his coat, pulling out a revolver and shooting both of them.

A fucking revolver.

In the middle of the fucking cafeteria.

Ram and Kurt are somehow left... mostly unharmed, running away from the two of you and towards the approaching cafeteria monitor. "What the fuck?! Why would you–" You look at his gun carefully, only to notice that it was a blank.

There were no actual bullets in there. It was all just a scare. "Dicks deserved it, didn't they?" He taps the cartridge twice with his other hand before twirling the gun on his finger, putting it back in his pocket.

Needless to say, he was called to the office.

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You and Veronica had a weird thing going on today with running into each other. You walked into Snappy Snack Shack just for a drink and she's at the counter grabbing a pack of BQ corn nuts from the rack. She looked awfully formal to be buying a movie snack.

Turns out, she was going to a party. Some big university party that Heather Chandler got her into. The loud, unneeded lengthy honk of Heather's car startled you as you watched Veronica walk away from the door and towards the fancy drive through the window.

The glass door suddenly opens and now you're minding your own business, acting like you weren't watching Veronica get abducted by the witch of the school to go to some shitty frat party.

"Super chug, huh?" A familiar voice says. It's J.D., who's standing beside you. "Slush, actually." You respond, moving past him to get a cup. "What did they do?" They, being the principal, head office. "I got suspended. What a surprise, am I right?" You hear him laugh under his breath. "No fucking shit, you pulled a gun on two kids."

"A blank gun."

"Same difference."

The pondering silence between the two of you only lasted so long.

"I ran into, uh, Veronica outside." So that's why Heather was honking her stupid horn so loud, because Veronica was too hooked on school shooter Jason Dean. "Did you sweet talk her?" You joke, filling up your plastic cup with slush. "She's a nice girl, but... there's better people out there for her."

"So... you don't like her?" He scoffs. "You guys had this weird tension going on in the caf when she came over, she was giving you the 'fuck me' eyes. At least I think she was."

"I never reciprocated her gaze." He replies. "But she's a Heather. Who knows what her 'friends' will do to me." His gaze is kept on you as you put a cap on your slushee cup. "God, you a creep or something?" You joke after noticing him staring. "Simply observing. I'm sure you know how to do that." He says sarcastically. "Smartass." You sneer, leaving J.D. behind emptyhanded.

J.D. follows you out the door after buying a bag of Twizzlers, taking something out of his inner chest pocket.

God forbid it was that gun again. Then again, why would he pull a gun on you?

It was just a lighter. He pulled out a cigarette from another inner pocket, flicking with failed sparks repeatedly until he got a full flame, lighting the cig that rested in between his lips. "You need a ride?" He offers. "You don't have any helmets." You point out.

"You don't trust me? I'm not that bad of a driver." He quips. "I'll take care of ya', don't worry." He reassures, sitting down first on his bike. You contemplate for a second, looking at the bike, then at J.D.'s awaiting expression. You sit down on the seat behind him, cup still in hand. "Hands here." He moves your hands to his hips, then noticing the cup himself. "Or... hands here."

He wraps your arms around his waist, your hands meeting in front of his stomach. Your face goes warm as the scent of him envelopes you; the scent of cigarette smoke and maybe even a little bit of alcohol. "Hold on tight."

He revs the engine, driving out of the lot of Snappy Snack Shack and back onto the road. After telling him your address, your cheek and body is flush to his back, like you're hugging a pillow and on the verge of falling asleep on it. Only this pillow smells reminiscent of a sketchy alleyway downtown. J.D.'s scent, although odd and mostly related to illegal activities, was somehow comforting.

The light goes red, J.D. hitting the breaks out of nowhere it caused a screech. "Ah, shit." He mutters. "What happened?" You ask, concerned. "Your slush got on me." He laughs. "Shit, I'm so sorry–" You almost drop the cup, making it worse, but manage to hold onto it. "Don't worry about it. We're almost at your place, anyways." He assures, looking both ways before turning left.

Your eyes are kept shut for the rest of the ride, the feeling of the wind brushing on and past your face. The motorbike slows down and eventually comes to a halt. "Wake up. We're here." He says, making you open your eyes. You reluctantly unwrap your arms, getting off the bike before getting out your keys.

The door unlocks as J.D. properly parks his motorbike. You look at him before offering, "Wanna come in?" His head perks up and he nods, following you inside. "I'm home!" You yell, dragging out the 'o'. But it's nothing but silence. J.D. pulls something off the side table parked next to the door.

"’Dear Y/N, me and your father have been called as replacements for a last minute business trip. There's some food in the fridge if you're hungry. We love you. Please stay safe’." He reads, handing you the slip of paper. He definitely glossed over an exclamation mark with a monotone voice like his.

"I should get you a new shirt. Just leave your jacket on the rack." He raises an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. "Bold, are we? Never thought you could be so forward." You roll your eyes. "You know what I meant. My room is the second door on the left." You say, heading up the stairs and leaving him behind.

Your dad has too many button ups that he wouldn't even notice if one of them went missing. Even with how much he packed, there was still much left in his closet to spare. You left the master bedroom and entered your own, seeing J.D. smoke another cigarette by your window seat. "On your second already?" He lets out a puff of smoke out your open window before turning to look at you. His eyes dart to the shirt in your hand, then back to your eyes. "What's that for?"

"A change." You say, holding out the button up you got for him. You take the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between your two fingers. He gets up and goes to the other side of the room while you stub out his cig on the ashtray at your desk.

"What a waste. You could've taken a puff or two." He says, taking off his soiled shirt which makes you look away immediately. "I don't smoke." The smoke from the stubbed out cigarette slowly grows. "Then why's there an ashtray in your room?" He quips, catching you in your lie.

Your eyes make their way to the glass of your window seat, meaning to stare out at the hedges, but rather they focus on the reflection of J.D. changing. He's still shirtless, undoing the buttons of your dad's folded shirt to put it on himself.

Shit, shit, shit, why were you staring at him? This is very unmodest and crude for you to be doing and why is your face warm?! This should not be making you as flustered as you are right now.

As much as you panicked, J.D.'s eyes met yours through the reflection once he did the last button of the shirt, your gaze snapping away in an instant. "Enjoyed the stripshow?" He jokes, walking over to the window and lighting a cigarette from the box he left there. You stand by him by the window.

"Your parents know about it?" He asks, referring to his cigarette as he looks out the window. "Not yet. I've almost been caught a few times." You say. He turns to you, handing you the cigarette, which you take and put between your own lips.

It never crossed your mind that this smoke was just in J.D.'s mouth. You simply took a hit and blew it out. "You looked... entranced, staring at me through the glass like that." He reminds, your head swiftly turning towards him with the cig on the verge of falling out of your mouth. "I'm sorry." You mutter.

"Pervert."

"Excuse me?"

"Staring at me shirtless, my bare body, at my most vulnerable state. Not an ounce of shame in ya', is there?" His gaze is locked on you, like he's staring past your eyes and into your soul. "I guess it's only fair. In the caf today." So he was checking you out. "What are you gonna do, then? Shoot me dead like Ram and Kurt but this time with a real gun?" You stub his cigarette on his shirt, him wincing in slight pain from the burn.

You've inched closer to him, faces too close for comfort that you didn't even know how you were keeping your composure. "Daddy's gonna find out about your smoking habits 'cause of this." He says, wiping the ash off the shirt. "And if he does?" You retort, the tip of your nose touching his. He doesn't say anything, but instead his lips meet yours in a sudden kiss, your eyes widening at first, then soon closing as you kiss back.

"Wait– wait, wait." You push him away for a quick second, standing up to close the window shut. He looked worried until your lips were back on his, soft moans tumbling out as it progressed. One of his hands pushed your head closer to his, deepening the kiss, while the other rested on your lower back, just above your ass.

The nicotine's really getting to you.

He pulls away to look at you, the hand on your head moving to cup your face. "You wanna see me again with this shirt off?" He smirks, and you answer almost embarrassingly quickly.

"Fuck, yes please."

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i don’t give a damn ‘bout my reputation! livin’ in the past, it’s a new generation! 🎧

#jason dean #jason dean x reader #jd x reader #jd heathers #heathers #heathers 1989 #heathers x reader #fanfiction

[sterkeyra]

Takaomi Tsugaru - JP Election 2022 Illustration

"People only notice the darkness before dawn, when the sun begins to rise, don't they? Being called "The Best" by my special girl... Is like the light of dawn ... Oh! I made eye conact with Little Hare"

The shivers I got from his newest story and then him being all illuminated and happy here. I feel teary eyed. I'm so happy for him! He's slowly getting there and while he won't ever stop overthinking his life slowly returns to the light of dawn. It's a joy to follow him on his journey. His stories will always be special.

#her love in the force #hlitf #voltage inc #otome #love 365 #takaomi tsugaru #hlitf tsugaru #l365 #otome games #voltage otome

[alchemist-of-chaos]

realizing they're in love

warnings: none

characters: Vyn Richter, Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Luke Pearce

VYN

“aww, look at that little cutie there!” vyn watched you coo as you kneeled, hand softly brushing the fur on the cats head.

it was a pleasant afternoon and you and vyn were just headed to a market to buy ingredients for dinner. vyn has, as he always does, invited you to his place for an afternoon, as a celebration of knowing each other for a few months now.

at this point, both of you were aware of your feelings for each other. neither of you has decided to do anything about it though, relishing in the slight feeling of pining either of you felt when your hands brushed against each other.

vyn has always known that being with you was something he wanted to achieve. surprised by his own feelings, he decided to take his time tho, trying to determine just how much he wanted to hold you in his arms.

and now, as he watched you fondly, he smiled. finally, his feelings were clear as day and he was tempted to brush the hair that fell in your field of vision out your face just as carefully as your fingers threaded through the black kitten's fur.

he had something new to cherish now.

ARTEM

it has been a few minutes from when artem decided to pay your office a visit, a cup of coffee made just how you like it in his hand.

you and artem have created a routine. both of you have been working for the company for a long time and over time, you were assigned to certain cases that required cooperation. as you spent your days together, you realized that you two worked like clockwork when partnered up.

the cordial work relationship has slowly evolved into something deeper as you two realized how similar you both were. determined and ambitious, working together was something you both looked forward to.

artem has never been one to seek out partnership, but with you, it felt natural. he was unsure about naming the feeling that persisted when you two smiled at each other across the office.

it seemed he has found his answer. as he stood in the doorway, leaning at it lightly with a smiled curled on his face, he observed you as you typed resolutely, brushing a hand through your hair, fully focused.

it was at that moment that a new goal has conjured in his mind. it will take time and a lot of hard work, but artem has never feared waiting. partners in the work is your current status. he will change it, of that he is sure.

he will make you his partner in life.

MARIUS

butterflies. that is what marius felt as he stared at you, tears of laughter stinging at the back of his eyes.

you two have spent your afternoon on yet another one of his spontaneous outings. these have become a routine, marius somehow always around whenever you had some time to spare. the outings ranged from art exhibitions to a game of lasertag right before the arcade closed.

today he has surprised you with a impromptu pottery class that you managed to hurry to right before it started. the act itself was really calming and, interested in arts as you both are, you were getting into it.

a splash of something cold brought you from your reverie and you lifted your hand, fingers coming in conact with something gooey on your cheek. exasparated, you abruptly faced marius, only to see him smiling cheekily, pointedly working on his own creation. it looked great, of course.

now, you were sitting outside the classroom, deciding to leave because of the pointed looks you got from the other participants. you didn't enjoy being disruptive, but damn you if you didn't try to get back at the cheeky man now sitting on the ground beside you.

you were both giddy, residue of laughter still tearing through your body. you paused, before extending your hands and smudging the clay on his cheek to make a shape. a heart.

that was exactly what was beating aggresively in his chest as he watched you chuckle lightly, continuing to draw little stars on his other cheek. damn, he needs to make you his.

LUKE

oh, how he wanted to kiss you. that was the only thought running through lukes mind as he watched you, smile on his face.

you and luke have planned to spend the entire day together. so far, it has been fun, at least for you two. you visited a bookstore together, then spend some time chatting about your purchases over a cup of coffee with a bit of pastries on the side and now you decided to walk around in a park nearby, soaking up the suns shine.

before you could decide where to go next, a ball rolled on the path before you before a little boy sheepishly ran up to where you two stood.

“um, sorry, i didn't mean to kick it here.” he stuttered, a sheepish smile on his face. luke was ready to throw himself into conversation with the kid, before you stepped up, kicking the ball lightly back in the boys direction.

the kid looked at you curiously, before you waved your hand in invitation.

“pass it back, come on!” you said cheerily, smiling ear to ear. the kid immeadiately brightened up, passing the ball back in your direction.

and that brings us here to this moment, as luke watched you ruffle the boys here, out of breath from the game that was ongoing for... was it  hours already?

and as he watched you two interact, he paused, feeling lightheaded.

he fell for you, all over again.

#tears of themis x reader #vyn richter x reader #artem wing x reader #marius von hagen x reader #luke pearce x reader

[nightfallsystem]

idk man as an autistic person i actually sometimes forget neurotypical people exist??? like wtf ?? they just get along with their lives, normal sleep schedule, and DONT obsess over something new every few months?? and checks notes ACTUALLY MAKE EYE CONACT? idk man, seems kinda fake to me.

#satire #neurodivergent #autistic #actually autistic

[kessellluvr]

NSFW- Black Sheep - dom!Nat x f!reader

reuniting with an old highschool friend (with benefits..), kinda mean nat - using she/her for nat ! WARNING: anxiety, public sex

Here you were, the soccer field of the wiskayok high school - about 25 years later. It was the day of the reunion, you forced yourself to come here. You hadnt spoken to any of your old classmates or soccermates ever since you were rescued.

You sat outside on one of the benches of the soccer field, a cigarette between your thin fingers - bringing it up and taking a puff, your red lipstick staining its bum. You sigh, trying to get your mind sorted and go in there. "Fuck it." you murmed to yourself, flipping the cigarette to the ground and squeezing it out with your heel.

You pushed open the doors of the hall - music blasting your ears, you already hated this. Your eyes flew over the room, seeing some old classmates - nothing special, right? But then your eyes met those big brown ones, empty and dead like a black sheep. Your heart skipped a beat, it really was her. Natalie.

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"What if someone-" nat cut you off, her lips crashing against yours as she shoved you against the wall - never breaking the conact of your lips as she tore off your soccer uniform within seconds. "Stay quiet." she hissed into your ear and you bit down on your lower lip, trying to not make any sound as her lips connected with your neck, sucking bruises on there - making you hers.

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You snapped back into reality, seeing taissa - an old friend of yours approaching. You cleared your throat, looking down at yourself in the suit you were wearing - black suitpants, a black vest and some basic heels you had borrowed from your sister. Taissa smiled brightly, you forced a smile back, trying not to think about all the shit that you went through with these people. "Come join us for a drink, yes? I belive we got some catching up to do." taissa said, hooking her arm with yours - not giving you time to answer. You followed her to the table where shauna, misty and.. nat sat. You gulped hard and gave a slight wave.

Misty and Shauna greeted you joyfully while Nat just sat there, sipping her beer and not daring to let her gaze meet yours. You sat down between tai and shauna. "So, hows life been treating you?" shauna asked, sounding genuinely intrested.

"Well," you began. "Its been alright.. i guess. My dad left me all of his money so i dont have to worry about a job. I bought a house for myself.." you said with that same forced smile. Nat raised her brow and her gaze flew up - finally meeting yours. "Found a partner yet?" she asked dryly, you shook your head. "No.. no partner. Just me and myself." you managed to say, trying to push aside the aching for her in your heart. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and Nat just stared at you, causing you to squirm slighty - the power her gaze had over you was driving you insane and she knew it.

"I-ill be right back.." you said, getting up and rushing out of the hall, your breath heavy as you stepped into the women´s restrooms. Your hands were shaky and your cheeks were a bright crimson. You leant against the sink, trying to calm yourself.

"Do i get you that uncomfortable?" nat asked from behind, you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was smirking. You didnt answer, she stepped next to you and grabbed ahold of your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Answer me." she hissed, her brown orbs staring into your soul.

"Yes.." you said quietly. "Nat, i miss you.. i miss us.." you continued, causing her to raise a brow. "Do you?" she mocked, your eyes wide and you nodded, she pushed you down onto the sink - her pointy tounge trailing over your lips. "So pathetic.. still wanting me after what? 20 years?" she mocked you once again, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second - no matter what she did, she turned you on nonetheless. She pushed her knee between your thighs, rubbing it slowly up and down - you gasp and she bites your lower lip.

Nat grabs ahold of your hips and shoves you into one of the cabins, against the wall and having her lips connect with your neck. She was just kissing, not sucking bruises on there like she used to.. yet. Her hand slipped into your pants and straight to their destiny. Two fingers circling your clit, making you moan - she smirked against your neck. "Ive told you like a thousand times before... shut up." she said with a hint of annoyance, you clapped your hand over your mouth - muffling your moans.

"Tell me what you want." she demanded. "Y-your mouth.." you stammered out. She complied, dropping to her knees and pulling down your suitpants in one swift motion along with your lacy black thong. Your perfectly shaved pussy was fully exposed to her once again, she trailed a finger over your glistening folds before pushing in, stealing another moan from your lips. You were totally lost in the sensation of her cold finger in your aching hole, she added another one. Your hips twitched and she curled them, hitting that sweet spot within you. Her lips wrapped around your swollen clit, sucking it- her fingers sped up and you felt yourself growing closer to orgasm. "Not yet." nat sneered, you shut your eyes, still muffling your moans through your hand. Your legs started trembling slightly, you didnt know if you could hold back any longer but then she pulled her fingers out, letting your puffy clit slip out of her mouth with a pop. She grinned and your eyes flew open -giving her a desperate look. She shook her head. "The others are probably worrying." she said, keeping that smug ass grin.

You shook your head. "Please.." you whined again, she sighed in annoyance and shoved two fingers up your cunt - thrusting the in and out forcefully, causing you to moan loudly. You didnt care who heard, you just wanted to cum for nat. She kept roughly fingering you, her other hand digging into your hip as she held you in place against the wall.

Finally- you felt the knot inside your belly loosening, your cum dripping down her palm and fingers as you came for her. Your legs shaking. "Fuck!" you cried out, she grinned in triumph and pulled her fingers out, wiping them on your thighs. You quickly pulled your panties and pants up. "Now lets go back."

Maybe this reunion wasnt too bad..

#natalie scatorccio smut #natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio #yellowjackets #nat yellowjackets #i dont know what the fuck im doing

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

Happy Pride! 🌈 Pat Robertson 💀 has died!

In case you don't know, he's the Pundit Zero who made it his mission to turn the American Republican Party into the party of Christofascism, and played an outsized role in getting Reagan elected, back in 1980.

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Summary: Rebecca Watson presents a litany of all the immoral things Pat Robertson has done during his life, including supporting warlords, and working to overturn the separation of Church and State in the U.S. Constitution.

#pat robertson #good riddance #pride month 2023 #rebecca watson #youtube (auto generated captions) #eye conact #swear words #Youtube

[paulgadzikowski]

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#tng #star trek the next generation #star trek #fan art #fancomics

[plutowrites]

hihihi i’m the anon that sent in the blue eye samurai ask!

i agree with what you said about akemi, initially i was iffy about her but to see her grow more into herself and to see her reign in her power??? honestly, she deserves everything and i can’t wait to see what she does in season 2

my fav is mizu, she makes me crazy, i love her so much. mikio fumbled to bag so hard i would never do my baby mizu like that <333

i love her backstory and the developed dedication she has to ringo, taigen, and akemi in comparison to her “lone wolf” role in the beginning, it’s so 🥹

my second favorite is soggy, pathetic taigen. honestly, i do sense an enemies to lovers brewing with taigen and mizu, but that one scene where mizu and akemi make prolonged eye conact… i can see the possibilities!! i just think it’s hysterical that taigen is always wanting to be the one to kill mizu instead of another guy (jealous much…) but he’s just a pathetic little guy who can’t even walk properly and has injuries all over. figure out ur priorities buddy boy, we saw that tent 💀

overall, i love all of them, i can’t wait for season 2, and i need mizu at my doorstep like yesterday!

HIIII WELCOME CUTIE!!! <3

Mizu is everything to me. I can talk about her FOREVERRRRR but it's like...whenever i think about her too much i get sad lol.

my mind always goes back to when she begins to fall in love with mikio and she shifts her focus from seeking revenge to embracing a new quiet life with her husband and then it gets RIPPED from her in the most brutal way. the ultimate betrayal. she was just opening up her heart and being vulnerable for the first time ever and she was punished for it. UGH our baby deserves to be happy. LET HER BE HAPPY FOR ONCE.

yuppp mikio fumbled so bad, what a loser. he had the world's baddest woman right in front of him and he got scared. boooooo tomatoes tomatoes!!!!

AHH TAIGEN. Mr. "it's your fight, so it's my fight." pls he is so down bad and he doesn't even realize it yet. "figure out ur priorities buddy boy, we saw that tent 💀" LMAOOOOOOO IM CRINE. yeah we saw it buddy!!! 🧱🧱🧱🧱

I can't wait to see the direction the writers take in season 2. I just really need mizu to realize she still has the capacity to love and be loved :((( mizu self-acceptance arc or NOTHING.

#pluto answers #thank you for indulging me omg i loved reading your thoughts

[77ngiez]

okay thank you hopefully they did not see me dive into my home with my Sinful snacks but there were like. two dudes. maybe 20 to 25 age. in the typical mormon missionary guy get up. on fucking hhoverboards. on the open road. not to the side on the center of the road. they had to have been going at leasta 40 MPH to not get hit.

and they made. direct eye conact with me. in unison. like the metal gear noise made in their heads. i was like 'oh shit they're onto me.' i had no other last resort

i am not fucking making this up

HELP ME THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY??? what were the sinful snacks anon...

it is kinda odd that thay was their age range tho bcs most missionaries are either like straight out of high school or old married couples.

#also afaik missionary rules might prohibit hoverboards? but idk for certain bcs i dont plan on being a missionary till the church cleans up #its act in relation to queer people #amia.txt #hoverboard missionary anon saga

[skrunkol]

"printer not available" tf you mean I am literally making intimate eye conact with it rn

#urge to scream #I am going to throw Something out of A window #printer antics

[emmalee-olive]

On days when I am epescially insecure I notice a sort of kindness in men I must normally ignore, or not attract all together. The eye conact seems intentional, the smiles seem like an attempted comfort to my aching sense of self. I am prone to convinving myself of their fascination with me in these moments. I reduce myself all on my own. Today this happened because of an embarrassing fear to get my oil changed. First the turn seemed to daunting so I went around the block to get through the other side. This also proved fruitless. I was struck with the type of fear I imagine you have running from a horrible killer. The feeling you get when you wake up form a nightmare. I abandoned the mission and instead went to school an hour early. Where I noticed it seemed these men could smell my womanly defeat. They would thank me for holding the door especially kindly with warm comforting smiles. I felt for a moment that I must reek of this self hatred that I carry around. I think of the men I’ve dated who feed on my insecurity and my lack of self. I think they must’ve seen me on a day like this, where I was afraid to make the turn into the jiffy lube parking lot. For what reason was I afraid? I could not tell you. The spots were clear I’ve done it many times before and walked to class perfectly fine afterwards. But as I sat down to convey this observation I thought that this could also be my perception of the situation. Perhaps they are not nicer now that it is apparently obvious of my fear of car-upkeep-tasks. Perhaps they are always nice but I am just seeking these connections out. No that can’t be true. Nothing could be of my own doing.