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ccawz · 11 months

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skz as keshi songs

a/n: stray kids vs keshi for my top artist on spotify. but i can’t listen to bandaids without thinking about chan. these are loosely based off the songs, surface-level lyrics.

warnings: word counts differ and are not consistent (85-145) half angst half fluff, realizing you’re (not you) falling out of love (ouch), Chan is not present (alluding to disassociation, not explicitly) alcohol. Before each blurb the category and word count are stated.

ot8! x gn!reader. 1.1k words total. don’t quote me on that

Jisung— hell/heaven (opening line), 85 wc | fluff

“Tell me more.” He adores you. Han Jisung could listen to you talk all day and night about anything and everything and remember every single word you say. “You’re cute when you ramble.”

A break in your sentence makes him laugh, hand falling from holding his head to holding your hand lightly. They’re clammy, but Jisung doesn’t mind.

A timid smile, Jisung melts, and another sparkle gets added to your eyes as you continue, gaze set on his fingers laced with yours across the table.

Seungmin— 2 soon, 141 wc | angst

“I miss you.” The voicemail sounds choppy, and you can hear the bustling sound of a crowd in the background and the loud cheers celebrating their milestone. “These parties aren’t the same without you. I don’t want to be here without you. Where are you?”

Seungmin sounds desperate near the end. You’ve come to the conclusion that he’s drunk, from the way his words slur to the way you know he would never say this with a sober mind.

“What did I do?” He asked. You can hear the tears in his voice. “How could I be stupid enough to lose you?”

The voicemail ends with that, and it has you wondering if the other seven are the same. Seungmin pleading, asking questions only he could answer, and him being drunk.

Your thumb hovers over his contact, and you call him.

Jeongin— It’s you, 104 wc | fluff

The first night you stayed over, Jeongin felt his heart stop when he saw the way his covers were swallowing you whole.

Loving was easy to do when it came to you, he guessed.

His smile grows when he sees you exit his bedroom wrapped up in one of his blankets, loving how cozy you look. “Hi.” The smile is evident in his voice, someone with their back turned would have noticed.

Chan, that someone, turns out of curiosity, biting back a grin when he sees Jeongin make his way toward you with stars in his eyes. He still gets excited to see you.

Chan— bandaids, 132 wc | hurt/comfort, read w caution

Chan couldn’t remember the first time it happened, him sleeping in your room every night. Was it when he was stressed about deadlines? …No, he’d stayed at the studio all day and night. Was it when you invited him over for dinner, and it was too late for him to go home?

Well, anyway.

“You should’ve told me.” Your voice was faint, he would’ve mistaken it for someone walking outside. Chan can’t hear you, feel you, or even see you. His mind is somewhere else, somewhere far, and his world is collapsing in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, he can feel it now, the light stroking of your hand down his back. The ghost-like kisses to spot between his shoulder blades. “You don’t have to cry alone. I’m here.”

Minho— us, 96 wc | angst

Minho can feel things changing in front of him, and he can’t do anything about it. The touches don’t linger, the gaze feels colder than before, and the kisses seem half-hearted and filled with nothing but bitterness.

He admits it, that he hasn’t been as warm to you lately, but he never loved you any less. He watches you cook breakfast for the two of you with confused eyes. He sees you sneakily pass Dori a pancake crumb and press your finger against your lips to keep a secret.

But he doesn’t feel warmth like before.

Felix— summer, 95 wc | fluff

“Summer’s only three months,” Felix says, breath fanning against your lips. “Don't fall in love, yeah?”

The way you look at him makes his head spin. The same could be said about him, how his eyelashes hit his cheeks when he blinks slowly. Your hand reaches to his face, thumbing over the freckles littering his cheeks. You can feel them warm under your touch.

“I think I can manage.” You whisper back. Inching slowly towards him.

Felix stops just before you could kiss him, smiling at the way you frown. “I was talking to myself.”

Hyunjin— beside you, 116 wc | fluff (?)

Hyunjin glares darts into the person whose arm was around you from across the room. A piercing gaze that has bystanders inching away from the scene, clearing a path when he makes his way toward you.

He leans close, whispering right into your ear. “You’re gonna settle for him?” He muses, “When you have me?” He grins when you turn your attention towards him instead and smiles politely at the person you were with before dragging you away.

“You’re so jealous. It's genuinely annoying.”

He hums, wrapping an arm around you. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, drinking in the flustered expression that came from it. “It’s just you and I.”

Changbin— i swear i’ll never leave again, 128 wc | hurt/comfort

He regrets not being grateful for the messages, your daily reminders for him to take care of himself just as much as he did his members. The pack of sticky notes he never remembers packing were filled with sweet words from you.

He goes through them now, even when you're on the other side of the door, waiting for him to finish packing his things. He doesn’t want to leave.

The first thing you see when he opens it are the tears that are building in his eyes and the quiver of his lips when you move to hold him.

So this was love. The aching, the yearning, and the heartbreak. Changbin wanted all of it. He wanted all of you. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

ot8, your choice— drunk, 145 wc | angst

It happens again. Another after-party, another night of watching your friends get drunk, another night of seeing him being happy without you.

You see him across the room, laughing it up with one of his friends, nursing a cup of whatever miscellaneous alcohol they were serving. Maybe it was an espresso martini, he likes his coffee just as much as he did his booze. He thanked the person who created it.

Later that night, you find yourself thinking about him while staring at the ceiling. Had he found someone new? Someone who could give him the same adrenaline you had when you first got together. Was he thinking of you just as much as you were thinking of him?

You turn on your side, cringing at the wet feeling of tears pressing against your cheek. Did he find it hard to move on like you?

a/n: i was actually going to make Felix’s sad instead of Lino but, maybe next time.

#skz x gn reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #han jisung x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #bang chan x reader #lee minho x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #seo changbin x reader #changbin x reader #lee know x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #hyunjin x reader #chan x reader

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lucky-katebishop · 9 months

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I Continue to Read Tim Drake Comics...

... and i’m getting tired. I think it’s just cause these issues were a big whole mess of unfinished stories. All these screenshots are from Robin 1993 issues 10-13. I’ve made two other posts about this :) @teenyturtle (if you want me to stop tagging you for these things let me know!!)

I finished reading this an hour ago and I still cannot believe this is real. What do you MEAN Robin!Dick shows up out of the blue and helps Tim out on a case? And then disappears in a flash of light?! It felt like I was reading fanfiction lol

Tim listens to metal music: confirmed (we knew this already though)

Harvey Dent. Has a robot dressed up as Robin. For him to destroy. The Arkham therapists are really top notch.

Ouchie! Ouch! Jack Drake’s top notch parenting! I could write paragraphs about their relationship! Especially in conjunction to Tim and Bruce’s (nonexistent) relationship!

I just want to appreciate that Tim is too tiny for the batcomputer chair. The batchair if you will.

I am very confused about the placement of Jason’s plaque. I’m kinda iffy on the floorplan of the batcave in general. But why is it so... out in the open? Did Bruce do this on purpose to torture himself? I know there aren’t walls or anything, but still?

Here’s another shot of it. It’s not as close to the batcomputer as I previously thought, but in another picture it looks like it’s right next to the stairs not perched up against a wall or anything. It’s just there. Come on, Bruce!

Um. UM! Bertie Wooster reference?!!!! HELLO?! Kind of... why did they change the name? Is it ‘cause my edition is a bootlegged version? Or is this on the official comic? If it is, I’m confused, ‘cause this is ‘94, maybe ‘95 when this was released, and the Bertie books are from the 1920s (technically 1915 and copyright says that any books released before I think 1923 are deemed public domain, so why the censorship? Unless the very quick google job I did is more complicated)

Dick continues to be the only person to look out for Tim.

It’s rough going for you, lil buddy.

This letter to the columnist means literally everything to me. I, too, find everyone cute except Bruce and want Lady Shiva to beat me up for calling her cute.

#tim drake #batfam #batman #dc #comics #chuck dixon #my posts #detective comics #timothy drake #timothy jackson drake #bat family #batman family #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jeeves and wooster #red robin #robin #batman and robin #ruth reads comics

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 122. brb x oc

a/n: I love writing the dagger squad as a menace, i really do. reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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He could hide the fact that Beatrice was pregnant, again, from his friends. They were busy with work, busy with their own lives and more specifically they were busy with Jake and Evelyn. It sounded a bit mean but he was glad that their attention was somewhere else other than him and Beatrice.

He told her he could do it and he was doing it. Even though he was really happy and almost whistling a tune as he went to work, he couldn’t share the news with anyone yet.

Beatrice was right, the first trimester was the most fragile one and they still needed to know how far along she was considering that her period wasn’t always on time and when it comes to stress it was obvious that it made her period stop. And he had to think that now there wasn’t just him Bea and Nikki…now there was another little baby.

“Sir!”

Bradley stops walking to look back at Faraday, the young officer saluting him. Usually Rooster would hate whenever the recruit did that, but he was having a good morning, so he saluted back,”At ease,Faraday.” the young man’s eyes widened but he nodded with a grin, “What do you need?”

‘Nothing much,sir.But me and the boys are wondering how the miss and little miss are.”

“They are very good,thank you for asking.”

“And if we could give the baby another gift.”

His brain short circuited for a second, it must’ve shown in his face because Faraday whispered a ‘sir?’ that made him snap back into consciousness. He was talking about Nicole of course, “Ah, there’s no need.” he says as soon as he recognizes where he was, “She has enough toys and Christmas is next week,so.”

“Ah…”

They stay quiet for a second, making Rooster sigh, “You guys already bought it,didn’t you?”

“Yes,sir!”

“Okay, listen,” Rooster places a hand on the recruit’s shoulder, “We appreciate what you guys do for Nikki, it’s really sweet…but you can’t keep giving us things, especially since there are other people with kids-”

“We gave Hangman a gift too!”

“...that’s…nice,but still…people will question why you guys keep giving us stuff, it’s really nice and we really like it, but I’m your superior and that can appear as if you are ass kissing.” he arches his brows at the send of his sentence, “You get that,right?”

Faraday blinks at him, then looks to the side in thought, ‘...well,sir, you and the Daggers are the nicest officers here.” he explains, “As in the veterans.”

Ouch.

Faraday didn’t seem to get that his comment made the other pilot wince visibly, being called old wasn’t fun for anyone, but especially not Rooster. “Thank you,Faraday. That’s…really nice.”

The other officer smiles, saluting him one more time, “Don’t mention it,sir! We mean it!”

“Yes,I’m sure you do.” Bradley clears his throat before looking at his watch, “I have to go now, Faraday.” his reply of ‘okay sir!’ almost sounded too loud but he couldn’t blame a young recruit for being so enthusiastic. He wasn’t that enthusiastic, was he?

No he was probably too brooding in the first year, only loosening up as time went by.

Bradley turns on his heel to march to his office, pulling out his phone to check if Beatrice sent him anything, but alas there was nothing in there. He keeps his eyes on the screen, smiling at their wedding picture and then unlocking just to see Nicole’s cute chubby face staring back at him.

He inhales quietly, then licks his lips, “Okay, so far so good.” he tells himself, “Just have to keep this up until I can leave. I can do this.” he looks around for a second, “It’s for safety,anyway.” Bradley wanted nothing more than to shout to the world that he was going to have a second child but he couldn’t, not yet.

As he enters his office he stops, one of his hands still in the door handle as he recalls a forgotten memory. He remembers, when he was much much younger, that his mother commented about how she and his father wished to give him a little sibling…they never did for obvious reasons and he knew how much that conversation hurt her.

But she shared it with him anyway.

He stood there, on the kitchen table, his pencil tight on his grasp as his mother sat next to him with a mug of tea, smiling sadly, looking out the window. Homework was no longer in his brain, all he could think about was how she spoke those words.

“I hope you have a good life,Brad.” she tells him softly, “When you grow older. Just do your best to remain safe…and if you give me grandchildren,I’ll be more than happy too.”

She wasn’t sick then, she was still the picture of healthy but her words sounded so…final. Like she knew she wouldn’t be able to see him meet Bea, get married and have his kids. It was a painful thing to think about, conflicting with his own thoughts that exuded nothing but appreciation and happiness. Bradley’s eyebrows furrow, he remembers how she was so quiet too in the final years.

Between hospital visits and school then college, Bradley never thought he’d achieve her gentle request. And when he got to the Navy, well, let’s say that was the last thing in his mind.

As he let his shoulders relax, he closes his eyes as well, “Hope you are lookin’ ma.” he murmurs, “I know you’d love to meet them…you and dad…well, you will meet them in a way when we go to Virginia.” he talked to Bea about it and she was very supportive of visiting the cemetery, she thought it’d be more than important for Nikki to know more about her grandparents as well.

Bradley sits on his chair with his hands folded in front of his lips, thumb rubbing over the wedding band repeatedly, following the way his finger rubbed against the gold surface, seeing smudges of his fingerprint on top before looking back to his desk, “Yeah, we’ll be okay.” he answered himself, his own doubts somehow making it’s way over.

He knew what he had to do, he knew how he had to act to always come back home and he honestly thought that Beatrice’s little scent pouch was her own way of a lucky charm. Ever since she gave it to him he had to admit he was able to sleep better and felt so much more…relaxed whenever he had to go.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door, he lifts his head, “Come in.” he says, then stands up when he notices it’s Cyclone, “Cyclone,sir,” a quick salute that the vice-admiral reciprocates, “Good morning,sir.”

“Bradshaw.” Cyclone’s stature and serious façade was enough to make anyone quiver in their boots, “I’m glad to see you are keeping yourself busy.” he drops his eyes to the pile of papers on the young officer’s desk, thankfully most of them were reports he already finished, “I hope,however,I’m not interrupting.”

“Uh, no sir. Not at all…can I help with something?”

Cyclone inhaled, squaring his shoulders with his hands behind his back as he walked to the desk, picking up a little toy from his desk. It was a tiny silicon unicorn with glitter and iridescent wings. His superior looked up at him with his brow up, “From your little one,I presume.”

“Yes,sir.” he nods, “I brought it with me.”

“I see…well, and how is she?”

“She’s….fine.” he couldn’t help but be confused by his superior’s questions, “She’s growing more and more every day.”

Cyclone nodded, pursing his lips and looking around a bit, “Of course, as babies do.” he says, “I have a request, Bradshaw,I know your wife is friends with my daughter.”

“Yes?”

His superior seemed almost uncomfortable, “I want to know…if she said anything about what she’d like for my future grandchild.” he says, “She hasn’t told me much.”

Oh.

That’s a bit sad.

Bradley tries to not show his grimace, scratching his neck, “Well,sir,I uh…there’s nothing that I heard about from Bea…I thought you could ask her? Can’t you?”

“My daughter has been….very protective about the little one, so she’s not sharing much unless it’s with her mother and my wife is also refusing to tell me things.” he explains, propping his hands on his hips, “I don’t even know the gender.”

“Well sir,I apologize…I…we heard nothing.” Bradley offers his boss a confused shrug, did he really come to his office to have that type of chat? Odd, he thought he’d at least call him to his own office and have this conversation…unless it was bothering him so much he couldn’t really wait that long.

“...I see.” Cyclone inhales and clears his throat, turning on his heel to leave the office, but he stills and slowly turns his torso towards Bradley, “This conversation never happened. Have a good day,Bradshaw.”

“Y-You too,sir.” he waits until Cyclone is out of his office to let out a heavy breath he didn’t know he was holding and falls back down on his chair, “Shit…that was…something…I better message Bea when I’m able to.”

At least no one suspected anything so that was really good.

All he had to do was get through lunchtime.

Bradley sometimes wondered if his friends just could sniff the secret out of him because Nat was hounding up like a huntsman dog, like she knew something was off. But he promised himself he wouldn’t say anything, even if they suspected he would keep his mouth shut, for safety especially.

Phoenix stood next to him, chewing her own sandwich with her eyes narrowed. Rooster tried to focus on his own food but the way she was looking at him was nearing annoyance. He sighs and drops his fork with a frown, “What?”

“What,what?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Nat takes a bite of her sandwich,blinking innocently, “Looking like what?”

“Like you are trying to get something out of me.”

Natasha slows her chewing then shrugs at him, “I dunno, you appear different today.” she says, “A pep in your step if I could say so myself.” Rooster didn’t like how that sounded and he immediately worried that he gave something away, “What did Cyclone want with you?”

“How do you-”

“Word gets around, people saw him in your office.”

Bradley purses his lips “Just wanted some of my reports.” he lies because he remembers what his superior asked him, “That’s all.”

“Hmmmm…okay;” a pause, “Anyway,how’s the baby?”

Bradley stops, much like when Faraday mentioned something about it, trying to wrack his brain that the baby was only Nicole for right now. He tries to now give out too much of his reaction by drinking his soda, “She’s fine.” he says, “She’s really fine.”

“And Bea? Not getting too tired,I hope?”

No because it was early in the pr- oh, “Oh uh, no, no she’s not.” he sips even more of his soda feeling his throat as dry as sandpaper. Nat just looks at him, narrowing her eyes with her tongue rolling inside her mouth as she cleans her teeth. She folds her arms over the table, leaning closer to her taller friend with a suspicious look on her face. “...what?”

“You look different,Bradshaw.” she comments, pointing a finger at him, “You look different,can’t pinpoint what.”

“I’m normal.” he says, “There’s nothing different.”

Nat stares at him for a few more seconds, then shrugs, “Eh,okay…anyway, did you hear?’

“Elaborate.”

“About the thing they want us to do after the Holidays?” he chews his pizza with a frown, clearly he hadn’t heard anything, “They want to do some tests…with the recruits and the veterans…because of the drones and everything.”

Bradley frowned, “Almost dying three years ago wasn’t enough,huh?”

“Guess not.”

“I heard nothing about it. What do you know?”

“Just that they are building a team.” she says quietly, looking around to check if anyone was close by, “But Mav is involved.” the mention of his uncle made him look over at Nat, “I think he was the loudest voice against it and now they want him to…you know, prove it again.’

“Mav doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone.” he adds quickly, feeling a sudden protectiveness towards his uncle because no matter what, it was like people couldn’t leave him alone. Maybe he just wanted Mav to one day be able to retire without anyone pointing a finger at him and saying he’s good but there was just something missing. “You know that, we all do.”

“We do.” Nat adds, “But you know how the high brass is when it comes to Mav. And now that,well, he’s back on duty, people just want his head on a plate.”

Rooster huffed, crossing his arms with a frown, “Do you think we’ll be called?”

‘Not sure,Rooster.” she whispers, “There’s a chance.”

The thought about doing such a dangerous mission while Beatrice is pregnant again was always in his mind but he didn’t think it’d be so soon. He holds his chin on his hand, huffing quietly because that was a worry that always remained in his brain, there wasn’t much that he could do because well, it was his career, if he was called he’d have to go, “Any idea where this would be?”

“Nope, they won’t tell you until it’s time, you know that.”

“Yeah…I do know that.”

Nat frowns, crossing her arms, “You look way more worried than normal, I mean I know there’s Nikki and Bea, but something is off with you today,Rooster. I don’t know what it is.”

“I mean, I have a kid.” he shrugs, “And a wife and that weighs in my mind often you know.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What??”

“I don’t know what’s in that bird brain of yours,Rooster but-” she points at him, “I see that little smile on your face,” he quickly rolls his lips into his mouth and looks away, “Aha! So there is something. Come on,tell me.”

“There’s nothing.”

“Come oooonnnnn,” she pokes his shoulder hard, “Come on!!”

“You are worse than a child- stop it!” he swats her hand away and Nat just laughs because she did get a reaction out of him, it wasn’t what she expected but it was enough. “There’s nothing going on, can’t I just be happy?”

“I mean, you always look dopey ever since you and Bea got together,” she smiles, holding her head up with a hand. “You are just too easy to read.”

“No I’m not.” he mentally panicked thinking that Nat could get the secret out of him so he had to figure out an escape route, and he tried to get up with the excuse to go to the bathroom but then the whole squad showed up.

After that he just had to keep to himself, thinking about anything, about what Nat said, about the reports he still had to finish, about Cyclone’s weird visit and about how they should focus on Jake and Evelyn for a little bit. Payback asked him about Nicole, then Coyote and Fanboy, followed by Bob and Halo, they all wanted to give their honorary niece gifts.

And he appreciated it, but much like Faraday he said that Nicole already had so much and she was going to get a lot more next week and maybe they could give it to her around her birthday…which if he wasn’t wrong, Beatrice would be around eight month- he immediately cut the thought short as soon as it showed up.

He sent Beatrice a text since she hadn’t talked to him the whole morning, which was odd but he remembered that she was going to the clinic so she was probably busy. When he was done with his lunch he was glad and he quickly got up to walk away.

Bradley inhaled shakily, then rolled his shoulders, “Okay…day one is done.” he mutters, looking back to check if anyone was following him and immediately frowning when he saw Nat’s knowing smirk, “...fuck.” he looks away, “I just need to survive a few more months, that’s all.”

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guysofeurovision · 10 months

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What's the secret of Markus Riva sexy secret?? He's🥵🥵🍆

Maybe it's that he believes SO MUCH in his own beauty that makes others find him hot as if there was no other option... But I know that many of you aren't into him - I can't say I find myself among these detractors, but I'm not mad about him either.

That's why I'm very curious: where do you stay when it comes to Markus's beauty? And I'm not asking about his songs because I'm well aware that like 95% of us consider his songs pretty crappy...

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friendly-books · 3 months

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Changes live blogs

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This book took me a month to finish. Freaking out and needing to lay down and cry didn’t help. I have THOUGHTS and OPINIONS about Mab and the winter knight mantel.

Content warning: Sexual assault

So it begins

This book is going to change everything.

I can’t wait for dad Harry.

“They’ve taken our daughter.” pg. 1 What a way to open a book.

Harry’s living out every parent's worst nightmare.

“And she never told me.” pg. 4 Why didn’t Susan tell Harry they had a daughter.

“I’d never really forgiven myself for what happened to her.” pg. 5 It’s not your fault.

“I looked at him, shocked…he’d used grammar.” pg. 8 Ha

Wow Mac is really giving good advice.

“It seems like something you should have told me.” pg. 15 Yep why didn’t Susan tell Harry?

“How many people have gotten killed around you, Harry?” pg. 16 That’s not fair to Harry.

Wow, Harry really doesn’t like Martin.

“Duke Ortega’s widow. She’s sworn revenge on me” pg. 32 But Harry didn’t kill Ortega, that was Ebenezer?

The Red Court really used Harry’s office. Ouch poor Harry.

“Fuck subtle” pg. 35 Ha and so cool.

“It saw me round the corner, and its goggling black eyes seemed to get even larger. It let out a scream of…

Terror

It screamed in fear.” pg. 38 Yep Harry is scary

Did…did the vampire run through the wall???

“Fearless master of the witty dialogue, that’s me.” pg. 39 Ha

“Those jerks,” I said, “They told us it was they were cleaning out asbestos!” pg. 42 Ha

They put bombs in Harry’s office really?

Oh no Harry’s office is destroyed :(

Why didn’t the Red Court just kill Harry? Click boom no more wizard. Why kidnap his daughter? They clearly must need them both to be alive for whatever they’re doing.

Why would you go to Edinburgh? I doubt the White Council will help.

Merlin created the White Council and created the Laws? Huh

“It must have come out more threatening then I thought it had, because half a dozen White Council hard cases stopped walking. They traded looks with one another.” pg. 86 Scary Harry

“I was here when Morgan drank himself into a stupor after your trail, Harry.” pg. 93 Interesting

“The human population has expanded with unthinkable speed in the last two centuries. More and more wizard-level talents are being born. Every time one of them goes warlock, we have less and less time to confront the problem-and nowhere near enough to help.”

“Prevention.” I said. “Find them early and they don’t go warlock.”

“Resources.” She sighed. We’d had this talk before. “If the entire Council did nothing but Warden duty, full-time, it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Education,” I said “Use Paranet. Get the smaller talents to help identify the gifted.” pg. 95 I’m glad Harry is bringing up points that I had. They’re good points.

The Merlin’s actual name is Arthur? Really? As in King Arthur and Merlin from Camelot? Ironic?

“He is an irritating, arrogant, and formidable man.” pg. 100 Ha

“Langtry looked at me patiently. Then he looked at Luccio” pg. 100 Does the Merlin not know about Jamestown? What rock has he been living under?

“We’re going to exterminate them.” pg. 102 Well Harry’s going to, not you

“I am not asking you. I am ordering you to desist, warden Dresden.” pg. 103 That’s not going to go over well. Harry doesn’t really take orders. He (Merlin) should really take a lesson or two from Ventinari use reverse psychology

“No one life, innocent or not, is worth more than that.”

“You’ve got it backwards, you know” I told him quietly. “No life is worth more than that? No, Merlin. No life is worth less.” pg. 103 I agree with Harry. Merlin’s in the wrong. You let this child die and it’s a slippery slope. If you let this child die then what’s to say you would let other children die.

How many people knew about Maggie? Where was she kidnapped? How did she get kidnapped? When was she kidnapped? Did the mortal police get involved? I have questions.

“Susan looked from Molly to me and seemed to come to some kind of conclusion.” pg. 108 What conclusion?

“A little less than twenty-four hours before I called you.” pg. 110 The first forty-eight are the most important in kidnapping cases.

“Your aura is all screwed up. It’s like looking at an exploding paint factory. Crazy people get that way.” pg. 117 Harry isn’t doing well.

“Human sacrifice” pg. 118 Oh no

Hmm I’m not convinced with Harry’s guess work. If the Red Court wanted to destroy the Council with human sacrifice they could have used anyone right? Why Harry’s kid unless they were targeting Harry. Why would they target Harry? I know he started the war but he hasn’t really been fighting a lot of Red Court vampires lately. The last one was the Duke but that was a duel they both agreed to and Harry didn’t even kill him that was Ebenezar. It’s not like a spell could target the same people in an organization there’d have to be some connection between them. But that brings into question why not blow him up with his rigged office? All we (Harry and I) know is that the Red Court is using dark magic fueled by the human sacrifice of his daughter. Hmmm

We’re missing clues

I need a bulletin board and red string

“I am going to throw Rudolph halfway across Lake Michigan and see if the slimy little turd floats.” pg. 122 Throw him do it!

I’m glad Murphy sees that there’s more to this.

“I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that, then so be it. Me and the kid will some marshmallows.” pg. 123 Papa wolf Harry

“I rubbed my thumb against the spot between my eyebrows where a headache was forming.” pg. 125 Hi Bonnie

“I emerged into the NeverNever, my shields at full strength, my blasting rod ready to unleash hell, as the invisible sphere of force around me slammed into-a rather lovely bed of daisies.” pg. 136 Ha

“and at least two cases of arson” pg. 155 Only two? I thought it’d be more.

“It wasn’t my fault.” I said “The building thing” pg. 155 Ha and yes it was if a buildings on fire and you’re anywhere near the building it’s usually your fault Harry.

“Mouse let out a sudden, deep growl.” pg. 170 Oh no trouble

Lea! It’s been so long since I’ve last seen you

“(Completely ignoring the fact that it was neither meant to spin nor mounted on any kind mechanism that would make such a thing possible)” pg. 172 Ha

“Martin plummeted from the ceiling and landed on the threadbare throw rug covering the concrete floor. Nobody was there to catch him, which was awful. Just awful.” pg. 176 Ha

So Lea has been protecting Harry. That’s nice of her I think

“I trailed off as I looked up at Martin and Susan staring at me, their jaws kind of hanging limply.” pg. 189 Ha

“Maybe you settled it, but she didn’t. She’s in love” pg. 193 I thought we were past this.

Oh no, the poor Mendozas family :(

How did the Red Court find out about Maggie and the Mendozas family? Did someone betray the group? I don’t see how they could find out about her on their own.

“Martin drew a short pistol” pg. 201 Martin No Bad Don’t you dare shoot that gun

Nice try Carlos you’ve done got yourself jailed

Ivy! I hope she’s doing well

Marcone!!! Yes let’s go! Marcone come help Harry there’s a child in danger

“Ebenezar sighed, and his tired face looked more tired. “What you’re doing is good and right. But it ain’t smart. And it’s a lesson you haven’t learned yet.

“What lesson?”

“Sometimes Hoss,” he said very gently, “you lose. Sometimes the darkness takes everyone. Sometimes the monster escapes to kill again another day.” He shook his head and looked down. “Sometimes, Hoss, the innocent little ones are murdered. And there’s not one goddamned thing you can do about it.”

“Leave her to die” I snarled. “That’s what you want me to do?”

“I want you to help save millions or billions of little girls, boy,” he said, his own voice dropping into a hard growl. “Not throw them away for the sake of one.” pg. 232 No that’s just as bad as Merlin. There’s a child in danger now. So Harry is going to save her.

“I ignored Marcone upon coming in and got in line.” pg. 241 Ha

“Dresden,” Marcone said “this is aggravating. Even for you”

“Yeah” pg. 242 Ha

“Marcone’s eyes narrowed. “Who is she to you, Dresden?”

“My client’s child,” pg. 244 Dose Marcone know the actual answer? Why doesn’t Harry tell Marcone? It’s not like Marcone will use the information against Harry.

“Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, “Eek” pg. 245 Ha

“And…I believe I have no objections to contributing against any organization which would victimize children so.” pg. 246 Yep as you should

“I’m trying to be diplomatic. The wisdom of my ass is well-known. If I didn’t lip off to them, after shooting my mouth off to faerie queens and Vampires Courts-plural, Courts-demigods and demon lords, they might get their feelings hurt.” pg. 254 Ha

Bloodline curse is scary

Are the Red Court trying to annihilate the White Court? Do they know about Thomas? Does Harry have more secret family members?!?

“You defy beings that should cow you into silence. You resist forces that are inevitable for no more reason than that you believe they should be resisted. You bow your head to neither demons nor angels, and you put yourself in harms way to defend those who cannot defend themselves.” He nodded slowly. “I think I like you.” pg. 261 So cool

Odin likes and respects Harry.

“Next to the cup of tea was a plate was a little plate with two cake doughnuts on it, both of them covered in thick white frosting and unmarred by sprinkles or any other edible decorations.” pg. 265 The legend of Harry grows. I think this is a call back to the doughnuts with Eldest Gruff.

“Martin was alphabetizing my bookshelves. They used to kill men for sacrilege like that.” pg. 267 Ha

“But for that to be true,” I said, “I would have to not be the center of the universe.” pg. 270 Ha

Whoa that kiss. How about everyone calm down and take a breath.

“Study with a wizard has made you manipulate.”

She sniffed a couple of times, and I opened my eyes to see her crying silently.

“N-no” she said “That was my mom.” pg. 273 Poor Molly

Harry should listen to Mouse

“She stared at me for a second and then rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Harry. Really? Are you really that clueless?” pg. 286 Yes he is and apparently so am I because I have no idea what Susan’s talking about.

Thomas I hope he’s doing ok. He’s taking the “you’re an uncle” news well I think.

The Eebs are scary and maybe insane

“She slid her body on top of mine, straddling my hips with hers.” pg. 313 Bad this is bad I don’t like this at all

“I’ve been abused by Red Court vampires in the past. I still have nightmares sometimes.” pg. 315 Oh no poor Harry more bad implications

So cool that Harry used his necklace.

“The cars remains.” pg. 321 Oh no the Blue Beetle :( the poor car

Molly please listen to Thomas and don’t touch him.

Oh no

Good boy Mouse stopping Thomas

Oh no Harry’s apartment. First his office then the Blue Beetle and now his apartment :(

“The small of my back hit the brick planter, and I achieved a new personal best for pain.” pg. 343 Oh no that’s got to hurt. Are we sure he hasn’t broken his back?

Sanya! Help has arrived

“I can’t feel my legs.” pg. 346 OH NO OH NO OH NO AAAHHHH!!!! This isn’t good :( He’s paralyzed from the waist down. How is he going to fix this?

How am I only half way through the book so much has happened ahhh

Harry go to the hospital!

Maybe Uriel can help?

“You tried to send me a bill.” pg. 358 What

“Whatever you do, do it for love. If you keep to that your path will never wander so far from the light that you can never return.” pg. 360 Good advice but Harry could use some physical help.

“Mab!” I called, my voice steady “Mab, Queen of Air and Darkness, Queen of the Winter Count! Mab, I bid you come forth!” pg. 360 This is how Harry becomes the Winter Knight?

Oh no the stone table. Lea warned Harry about it.

“I know I can’t bluff you. I won’t suicide. I’m here to deal in good faith.” pg. 371 Well about that

Poor Slate

I stand by the fact that Harry mercy kills Slate.

“I remembered when Bicanca and her minions had kept me prisoner. I remembered the things they had done to me.” pg. 378 More bad implications. Therapy please

“You may indulge yourself.” pg. 381 Yep that’s a scary thought of Lea indulging in herself.

“What we did wasn’t sex, regardless of what it appeared to be.” pg. 384 NOPE Mab is thousands of years older than Harry and she’ll be his boss and she has all the power right now. The power dynamic is bad. The age gap is bad. God/Divine being and mortal is bad. It’s all bad. This is dubious consent or questionable consent at best. I don’t like any of this. Why would Jim do this to Harry? This feels like sexual exploitation to me.

I wonder why Lea didn’t want Harry to be the Winter Knight? With the whole don’t let Mab bring you here to the stone table.

Butters! Good that he was prepared

“Stevie D looked like a man who suddenly realizes he is sitting near a hornet’s nest and is trying desperately not to run away screaming.” pg. 401 Ha

“Half of what I hear about you says Marcone wants you dead, that you hate his guts. The other half says you work for him sometimes. Kill people he thinks need killing.” pg. 401 Both can technically true. Depending on how you look at it. With Harry killing the man who killed one of Marcone’s men in Deadbeat. Harry kept proclaiming that he’s going to kill Marcone one of these days.

Why would Susan hire a gunman to kill Harry?

Toot-toot!

“You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame.” pg. 412 Ha

“Because every creature in Faerie got to see the ceremony.” pg. 413 That’s horrifying

“You”-he scrunched up his nose, digging in his memory-“tapped that ass. Presumably, it was a phat.” pg. 414 Is this supposed to be funny? Because I don’t find it funny. Am I the weird one for thinking this shouldn’t be a joke. I don’t find it funny as to how I read the Mab and Harry interaction. Please tell me if I am reading too much into this. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

“Dammit, Dresden. Can’t you ever do anything quietly and in an orderly fashion?” pg. 426 Ha and no Harry can’t do anything quietly and orderly ever. I don’t think he’s ever been either of those things in his life.

Rudolph is the worst

“And the lights went out.” pg. 436 Oh no

Oh no the Erkling he said he would kill Harry

Oh good job Harry on the guest comment

Cool fight a little worried about the Winter Mantel showing

Lea!

“Wow,” Susan said. “You…you really do have a fairy godmother.” pg. 498 Ha

“Cortes wore armor in just this style,” pg. 499 Ha and no one expects the Spanish Inquisition

“Then you know that Sam was the true hero of the tale,” Sanya said. “That he faced far greater and more terrible foes than he ever should have had to face, and did so with courage. That he went alone into a black and terrible land, stormed a dark fortress, and resisted the most terrible temptation of his world for the sake of the friend he loved. That in the end, it was his actions and his actions alone that made it possible for light to overcome darkness.” pg. 521 Sanya is correct that Harry is like Sam.

As someone whose only interaction with the Lord of the Rings is the same way I know Discworld is through Tumblr and fanfic I think the comparisons are accurate.

Thomas/Legolas: Both are the prettiest members

Mouse/Gimli: Shortest and hairiest

Sanya/Aragron: Both have a magic sword and come from a line of kings

Lea/Gandalf: Powerfully magical and older the the rest of the party

Murph/Merry: Short

Molly/Pippin: Youngest member

Martin/Boromir: Sense of duty (Didn’t Boromir betray the group? And then die?)

Susan/Frollo: Both carry a terrible burden/temptation with the ring or the vampirism

Harry/Sam: Extremely loyal and lots of courage

Tenth member/Gollum?/Bonnie?: Secret 10th member maybe

Oh no Ebenezar is calling

Well that was a turn around from Ebenezar

“She had turned us-all of us, except for Mouse-into great, gaunt, long-legged hounds.” pg. 541 Oh no

“And Mouse said, in what sounded to me like perfectly understandable English, “That bitch.” pg. 541 Ha

“Restore them before I rip your ass off. Literally rip it off.” pg. 543 Ha

“I live with a wizard. I cheat.” pg. 543 Ha

“Then she said, “How did Dresden ever win you?”

“He didn’t” Mouse said. “I won him.” pg. 544 My heart Mouse is the best dog. I love him so much yes Mouse won Harry. Mouse is just as sarcastic as Harry.

“He was kinda little.” pg. 571 Ha

“Radical” I said. “Wicked cool.”

Alamaya eyed me for a moment. Then she said something to the Red King, apparently conveying the fact that I had obnoxiously used phrasing that was difficult to translate.” pg. 573 Ha

Why would the Red King need a translator? Everyone else in the Red Court seems to know and speak English.

“A big goofy magic nerd!” Bob said.” pg. 581 Ha and that’s an accurate description of Harry

“I nodded “So…what if we used a different bolt?”

“The same thing would happen” Bob said “The only difference would be who would be on the receiving end.” pg. 582 Is this how Harry ends the Red court? With the bloodline curse? But then who would he kill? Would it need to be a fully turned vampire? Or could it be a half turned vampire like Martin or Susan?

Poor Maggie :(

“Maybe you know these monsters, Martin,” Murph said quietly. “But I know the guy who stops them. And if they don’t return the girl, we’ll make them regret it.” pg. 584 Yep

“I have a problem with buildings.” pg. 587 Ha

Harry got hit by lightning cool. I wonder if he’ll get a cool lightning scar. Lichtensteinburg figures I believe it’s called.

“No. She couldn’t be trying the same thing twice.” pg. 596 What that’s stupid. That mistake is going to cost her.

“Cattle. You are c-cattle”

“Moo” I said” pg. 599 Ha and so cool

“And then he smiled and said in perfect English, “I think not.” pg. 599 Oh no he knows English

I was right to question the translator

“Bite. Me. Asshole.” pg. 603 Ha

“False gods!” she cried her blue eyes blazing as she stared the Red King and the Lords of the Outer Night. “Pretenders! Usurpers of truth! Destroyers of faith, of families, of lives, children! For your crimes against the Mayans, against the peoples of this world now you will answer! Your time has come! Face judgment almighty!” pg. 604 So cool!

The Gray Council! The Cavalry has arrived!

“Remember Archangel” pg. 610 Yes Ebenezar this is for Simon

I will never not like that Harry’s staff is modeled after Ebenezar’s

Sad that it got destroyed:(

The Blackstaff :0 so cool and so scary

“Fuego!” shouted someone on the walls-and for a second I was hit with a little sting of insult. Someone was shouting “Fuego” and it wasn’t me.” pg. 612 Ha

Blackstaff is terrifying

“Tiny” Sanya said, letting out a belly laugh as he began to move. “But fierce!” pg. 621 Ha

“You’re all insane!” pg. 622 Ha

Martin’s a traitor?!? I don’t believe it. Something is up, why would Martin do all this if he’s a traitor?

Harry is using the mind reader spell that he and Elaine used!

HOLY COW! Ebenezar is Harry’s grandfather?!? WHAT? WHAT! That explains so much. That’s the missing clue. Arianna wants to kill Ebenezar for him killing her husband. How did she know Harry and Ebenezar were related?

“One day I hope God will forgive for giving birth to the idea that came next.

Because I never will” pg. 641 Oh no what happens next?

Martian told them about Maggie?!? Oh no

Triple agent Martin?!?

“Martin died

Susan turned” pg. 644 Oh no

“And I…

I used the knife

I saved a child

I won a war

God forgive me.” pg. 649 SOBBING I’m sobbing I need to go lay down and cry.

Harry just commented genocide

Oh no the power vacuum

Oh no the psych attack/bad dreams

“I don’t remember what happened when the ritual went off. There’s a blank spot in my head about two minutes wide. I had no desire whatsoever to find out what was there.” pg. 652 Interesting could be disassociated or it could be Bonnie perhaps?

“He nodded. “Reckon so. Hell of a hard thing to do.”

“It wasn’t hard,” I said quietly. “Just cold”

“Oh Hoss,” he said. There was more compassion in the words than you’d think would fit there.” pg. 656 Sobbing

“After all, your quest must be completed, my child, my godmother said. “Maggie must be made safe. And while I found the swim bracing, I thought it might not be safe for her. I’m given to understand that the little ones are quite fragile.” pg. 664 Aw Lea is being nice

“A direct promise from one of the Sidhe is a rare thing. A kindness is even rarer.

But maybe I shouldn’t be surprised; Even in Winter, the cold isn’t always bitter, and not every day is cruel.” pg. 664 Aw :)

“I bent over it and kissed the back of her fingers, one for each.” pg. 675 Aw

Harry/Murphy moment!

“My foot slipped a little, nearly lost my balance, just as something smacked into the wall of the cabin behind me, a sharp popping sound, like a rock thrown against a wooden fence. I turned, and it felt slow for some reason. I looked at the Water Beetle’s cabin wall, bulkhead, whatever, behind me and thought, Who splattered red paint on my boat?” pg. 676 Oh no

“And then my left leg started to fold all on its own.” pg. 676 Oh no

“Then I fell off the back of the boat, and into the icy water of Lake Michigan.” pg. 676 Oh no

“It got dark

It got quiet

And I realized that I was all by myself. “Die alone” whispered a bitter, hateful old man’s voice.” pg. 676 Oh no

“Hush, now,” whispered a women’s voice. It sounded familiar.” pg. 676 Mab? Margret?

“Typical, I thought. “Even you’re dead, it doesn’t get any easier.” pg. 677 No it doesn’t especially for Harry

“The light rushed closer, and I distinctly heard the horn and the engine of an oncoming train.” pg. 677 WHAT?!? That’s how it ends?! Harry’s died! He was shot! Why am I surprised? I knew this.

Final thoughts

Oh boy, this book. This book! It really lives up to its name. Harry loses everything (house, office, car) Poor Maggie :( Harry is really scary in this book. He’s gaining a reputation with how the vampire ran away from him. I was shocked, shocked I say when Mac started speaking full sentences. It was really good advice. No Bi Harry moments in this book but Harry did have a lot going on. I like that Harry brings up points I made in that the White Council is slow on the uptake and needs to change how they do things. I disagree with Merlin and Ebenezar about what seems like them using a million is a statistic and the trolly problem which is in my opinion stupid. There’s a child in danger and she matters even if she wasn’t Harry’s daughter she’s in trouble and she matters and is worth saving. Is the conclusion that Susan came to that Molly still loves Harry? Despite all my “oh nos” I found this book. It helped with the tension. I always love when Marcone is in a book. I love their banter. I can’t believe he agreed to meet up at a Burger King. I love that it shows Marcone’s decent side with kids. I love that Odin seems to like and respect Harry. The Eebs are terrifying and I didn’t like the part with Esmerelda. I need all vampiress (is that what you call female vampires?) to not come within 20 feet of Harry. He hasn’t had a great time with any of them. First Bianca, then Mavra, then Lara, and now Esmerelda. I didn’t like the Winter Mantel or how Harry got it. I liked the fights in this book. I loved the bit where everyone got turned into dogs. Murphy’s speech was good. I know it was coming but Harry just commented genocide. I know that the Red Court must have been shown to be chaotic evil but what about the fellowship? Are they all going to die as well? Then Harry just died what? I’m still not over it.

Mab Harry and the Winter Mantel

Oh boy this thing. I don’t like any of it. I stand by my statement that Harry mercy killed Slate till the end of time. Slate was tortured for years. Harry put him out of his misery. I hate what happened with Mab and Harry. I consider it rape. Mab had all the power. She had something Harry needs. Harry wouldn’t have had sex with Mab otherwise. He can’t really say no in this situation. This I feel like could be considered sexual exploitation and that’s rape. I’m horrified by the fact that every fae saw it. Mab is now Harry’s boss. That’s terrifying. What’s to stopping her from demanding sex from him in the future? And the “joke?” that Sayna made. I think it’s supposed to be a joke but given how I read Mab and Harry I didn’t find it funny. Did y’all find it funny? Can Jim please either address all these implications? At this point it feels gratuitous with all the trauma Harry gets heaped onto sexual or otherwise. I

Maggie and Ebenezer

Poor Maggie. She’s now an orphan. Where is she going to stay now that Harry is dead? Carpenters? Ebenezar? On the topic of Ebenezar what do you think you’re doing? You could have told Harry at any point why wait till now? Don’t you remember the last time you kept a major secret about yourself? Harry didn’t talk to you for years. So if I’ve got the family tree down it’s Ebenezar the grandfather->Margaret ->Thomas and Harry-> Maggie. Oh no he doesn’t know about Thomas. Oh no there’s no way that information is going to come out in a nice or calm way oh no.

I’m going to read some short stories before moving on to the next book. Not sure how I’m going to format it.

#the dresden files #Changes #battle ground spoilers #tw sa

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gatheredfates · 10 months

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What does your heart look like? ✧˖°.

Tagged by: @arinaxiv, @riftdancing and @thefreelanceangel who read me for FILTH.

Anyway.

broken, missing pieces that once were there.

Your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

Okay, hi quiz that calls my characters out for filth. You don't need to do this to my baby. Having her formative years shaped by Garlean occupation, losing most of the ability in her legs, and nearly all her friends / family until she found Siyoh again? OUCH. Azuma is one of those characters who absolutely smiles through 95% of the pain she has gone through and it is. A problem.

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

I expected Kor of all people to get called out, so this result is not shocking. She is dealing with the terrible ordeal of wanting to live; cracking the veneer and thawing the frost is a terror she experiences on the daily.

I did the quiz for Ashe, Seelu and Elandervier respectively but I didn't like the results SOOOOO I didn't post them here. :') But I did TRY to do some of my alts!

Tagging: @ythealleycat, @starforger, @valdiis, @gaygentofchaos (c'mon moro get addicted to talking about your ocs like the rest of us), @thebrassbat, @syerraffxiv and anyone else who wants to do it! If you'd like to be tagged in any dash games I participate in, I heavily recommend you like my permanent interaction call here! The quiz can be found here!

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — character answers / memes #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : azuma #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : koret

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What are your favorite tummy-related lines?

I got an ask a while back (that disappeared before I could answer) asking me what my favorite tummy-lines are. It made me realize I've never really compiled a list of stuff like that. I'm not usually interested in the actual lines too much--for me, it's like 95% what's going on in or on the tummy. Hands or other objects being used on the stomach and the effect of those actions within. But there are a few verbal cues that get me going.

In no particular order, these are some of the lines just off the top of my head. Granted, this is not a comprehensive list and like any person I go through moods so it's hard to say "these always work"...but these work a good chunk of the time.

"Please...don't push...it hurts!" Most variations of "don't" or "stop" or something...the one with the tummy-issues clearly being in pain and having to verbalize it to the partner.

"Ugh...my tummy..."

"Ouch...unngh...f-feels like I'm gonna explode...nnngh...*whimpers/moans/gurgles*"

"Whoa! What's going on in there?"

"Aww...is your poor little tummy hurting/upset?"

"Well...that doesn't sound very good." Describing the sounds as "sick(ly)-sounding" or "icky" or just in general commenting how the noises from the tummy don’t sound good.

"Wow...no wonder you can't sleep--I can literally feel your stomach struggling."

"Your tummy's been hurting/hungry/sickly that long?! Why didn't you say anything? Poor thing...poor tummy." (LOL, a partner that's got more concern for the tummy than for the person as a whole)

"Wow! *firm pats on the tum* You really do feel like you're gonna burst." (possibly a scenario where the one with the tummy's been mentioning how they're too full but the partner's sorta refused to hear it...and it took literally grabbing partner's hand and forcing it onto the tummy for partner to realize 'damn--they weren't exaggerating'.

Another party describing the tummy noises or the sensations from the stomach as "angry".

The partner being mildly surprised at the state of the tummy. Whether that results in them being a caring, non-overbearing caretaker or awakening a sadistic side that suddenly wants to experiment in making things worse...could go either way.

"Full?" In the context of a partner patting the tummy and inquiring about the state of it. Same actions but with, "You done?" or "Hmm...I think you're feeling just about empty." or something if it's in a sickness or vomit-aftermath scenario.

"Aww...cute. Does someone have a tummy ache?" Rare...but sometimes the idea of a sadistic lover saying this while knowing fully that the other has a tummy ache can be nice.

"You're...empty/hungry?" A partner feeling up the stomach and is surprised to feel just how hungry the other really is. Like...partner not expecting them to have gone quite that long without eating anything etc. A bit of a stretch, but could also work as an "on the mend after a nasty bout of sickness" scenario. Anything with the partner being surprised by what they can feel under their palms.

"It could be the [insert what was ingested] that's upsetting your tummy so."

Using "poor (little) tummy in certain contexts is almost always a win.

"Nnngh...hungry..." or something. Slurring of the speech. Specific context though: after a nasty sickness...the one with the tummy-woes sort of having a "fukin' finally!" moment--they've been desperately waiting for their appetite to come back and all that. Like...sure, they completely emptied their guts on day 1, but days 2 and 3 were literally spent in bed, feeling too crappy to move. They were empty and their body was starving but they had absolutely zero will to actually swallow anything 'cuz being achingly empty was better than another round of getting violently ill. Them admitting they are hungry or otherwise acknowledging the needs of their stomach as a sign that they're on the mend/are up for eating. Throw in a concerned partner that's relieved to see them actually have an appetite and helping them with the task of acquiring food and monitoring them while they eat, possibly with some casual stomach rubs during and after to stave off an upset in case the stomach and the sickness decide it was too soon.

"Nnngh...too much..." or some variations of "I ate too much" coming out as a sort of painful whine as they palm at their hurting tummy.

"Is dinner hurting your tummy?" Rephrased works too, like, "Is all that dairy hurting your tummy?" or "That was a lot of food. Does your tummy hurt?" or in general just the partner asking about the state of the tummy, knowing it's due for an ache-session.

"Don't fight it...here...let me..." Scenarios where the partner acts as caretaker and has to squeeze and push into the tummy to get whatever needs to happen (vomit, burp, whatever) to happen...'cuz the other is too exhausted from enduring for too long to have their body do it naturally.

Describing in vivid detail what's going on inside. Either by the one with the tummy-woes describing their symptoms or trying to make the partner understand...or the partner describing what they imagine is going on (which may make the other feel worse as their guts emulate the story)...or the partner describing what they feel beneath their hand vividly, adding to the experience of the one suffering. Anything that invokes the mental image of the internal view--particularly if life then imitates the art (of the story telling).

"You really aren't feeling good, are you?" When partner is concerned. Could be used in a general sickness context but definitely love it when it's said in response to the stomach betraying it's state with a sickly rumble or something.

#tummy kink #RP-Lite

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CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Ghosts on the Accident

Warning Spoilers May Appear.

Okay - when did the ghosts gather? When Jay went running out of the room? When the ambulance showed up? When? Also, is Alberta missing in this scene? Is Sass? How ARE THEY NOT THERE? Like this is a BIG EVENT - ALL of the ghosts should be there.

ANYWHO.

It’s AMAZING how attached Hetty became in just a short while to Sam. She went from “ew I hope we’re not related” to “Eh, she’s nice” to “How dare you murder my kin - I love her” real fast.

I can’t believe she accuses Trevor of murder though - Trevor is NOT the murdering kind, Hetty. Literally, Alberta has buried bodies, Flower has chased down runners, Thor’s an actual murderer, and big spoilers here: your son (should be grandson) murdered one of your own and you’re accusing him without letting him explain???? RUDE.

Side note, Pete raised his hands to stop her and potentially step in. He's the mediator for the ghosts, so this makes total sense.

I LOVE that Trevor defends himself. He looks SO YOUNG and AFRAID, but like he does with the ‘embarrassment’ conversation - he stands up for himself. He just wanted to beat the vase - he wasn’t thinking about Sam or anyone else getting hurt. He just wanted to win - and he would never hurt anyone.

He also wanted to prove himself, so this is truly terrible.

This moment right here is when it became clear that Trevor was far too innocent (might not be the right word) and kind to really be the image he projects.

Poor kid.

Also, one thing to note - I think he’s afraid that he might’ve caused Sam to die young because he absolutely reliving his own death. As the most recently dead, there’s no way that he’s not flashing back to his death.

OMG that makes Hetty accusing him of murder & the situation where everyone’s looking at him like he’s guilty SO MUCH WORSE.

For some reason, I don’t have a gif of Pete saying that he’s right and defending him, but I am like 95% sure that he did it and I’m SO GLAD that Trevor has back up because no one else was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and that just bites.

Trevor deserves better.

Okay - when did Jay change? Did he leave Sam to change?

Also, Thor - Husband guy = sad, of course he is! Sam’s nearly dead and might not make it! Why wouldn’t he be sad.

OOOOh - Isaac makes a good point - they fought over this dumbass rundown house and he would feel SO GUILTY if she didn’t make it. Like fighting over the house and then she dies - ouch. Anyway, I can’t imagine how terrified Jay is right now.

Side note - what did the ghosts in the shed/basement think about these events?

Poor Jay.

I love this tidbit about Flower. We learn right away that she cares deeply for Ira and that he was WITH her when she ‘wandered over to the property’.

Also, it’s so weird how connected she is to Ira only for her to later say ‘she’s got commitment issues, man’.

Side note, she tries to cover up Ira’s feelings for her with “also, bear.” So...

So, we learn something about Pete, too.

A) Married to Carol

B) Fought with her the day he died.

Pete looks so chill talking about the fight with Carol and just sitting there like... life lesson quietly.

OMG this Speech about how you never know when the last moment is going to be and how important it is. And it’s SO GOOD seeing Sam&Jay - particularly Jay as Jay goes through hell watching her go through all these things and just HOPING that she makes it through.

Side note - obviously, it’s the show so they wouldn’t hire Jay’s parents/sister for this one scene, but with knowing that ALL Bela did was send some flowers, I have to wonder if he went through this alone? Because they could’ve just mentioned his family supporting him in through this.

In fact, based off the off-hand remarks about the money, I assume that his parents were less than supportive - I really, really want more on that.

Poor Jay, though.

ANYWAY, that’ll come later.

OOOOOKAYYYYYY. So, Pete ruins a fantastic speech by remembering what the fight was about - which that’s one of the dumbest fights to have and not resolve.

This tells us ALOT about Carol/Pete - they fought about something small, didn’t bother to make up and then he died. He says he thinks that she did it to spite him because ‘she didn’t even like donut holes’, and we know she was cheating, but you have to wonder - how did they get there? How did a 16 year marriage get to that kind of place?

Also, knowing what we know about Pete ‘taking it’, I wonder if they both had like a score card? I wonder when things fell apart? I wonder if Carol was as hurt that Pete died after such a pointless fight? I really want to know.

OOOOOOH, Side note - is this the only time Hetty uses a shortened name?

LOL - Pete’s just like “Okay, calm down - anyway, life is precious” like he didn’t just spaz about donut hole fights.

LMAO - what an ending - Thor is like “Donut holes?” and Pete is just like “It’s - well, nothing...”

Still, this scene gave us good info on Trevor, Pete, and Flower - the youngest ghosts whose deaths are the closest all have stronger reactions to what happened.

Pete & Flower talking about their deaths in some detail.

Trevor looks white as a sheet, very freaked out in the beginning about possibly causing Sam’s death. He absolutely doesn’t want someone to be dead because of him. Poor Trev has been through it.

Thanks for reading :). Feel free to chat :)

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #trevor lefkowitz #pilot #jay arondekar #pete martino #hetty woodstone #isaac higgintoot #Flower #sam arondekar

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I posted 4,954 times in 2022

That's 1,947 more posts than 2021!

118 posts created (2%)

4,836 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@idabbleincrazy

@ldrmas

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I tagged 2,865 of my posts in 2022

Only 42% of my posts had no tags

#sam winchester - 291 posts

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#gabriel spn - 146 posts

#❤️❤️ - 129 posts

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#spooky season - 95 posts

#richard speight jr - 88 posts

#amazing - 76 posts

#gabriel - 76 posts

#dean winchester - 62 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#i try to be a detective and then realize its 5 in the morning and ive been trollif tumblr for hours so not a good reference

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sabriel - jamming out to the radio at midnight? What are they listening to ????? (:

Absolutely dear! Thanks so much for the ask, I’ve honestly been having a bit of writer’s block so it was really fun to write something this weekend! I hope you enjoy it. It took a bit to pick out the songs but I just couldn’t help myself with the first one. I ended up going with two: Heat of the Moment by Asia and Never Wanted to Dance by MSI. I love picturing some stress relief dancing fun for them. Happy reading! I hope you enjoy it and thanks again!❤️

Tags: established relationship, comfort, fluff with a little angst, date night, late night dates, music, night drives, singing and dancing, Sam Winchester needs to have some fun

Summary: Sometimes Sam gets lost in the cases and the hustle of all the new hunters in the world. Sometimes he forgets to breathe and remembers to have fun.

Dancing in the Dark

"Come on, Samalamb."

Sam tilted his head away from his laptop screen, combing his hand back through his hair, and looking at Gabriel's outstretched hand and then the archangel attached to it.

"Gabe, I'm busy."

"No, you're not." The blonde shook his head, his hand staying outstretched between them. "You're getting nowhere." His lips twisted in a grimace at his own bluntness. "Come on, Sammich, up up up. Come and stretch those gorgeous gams with me."

Sam released a wearily chuckle before sighing. He sat back in his chair, his eyes roving over the books and notes scattered for three different hunts around him, wondering what time it was, before landing back on the archangel's mischievous amber eyes. The taller man narrowed his own eyes, scrutinizing the archangel's expression. The archangel impatiently bounced his brows and grabbed Sam's arm when his lover stared just a hair too long and hard at him, the teasing action startling a laugh from Sam's lips.

"Jeez!" Gabriel groaned, wrapping his hand around Sam's, pulling him from the chair he'd been in all day. "Come on, like I'm trying to lure you to your death."

"It would not be the first time…" the brunette grumbled under his breath, giving into his partner's grip.

"Oh ouch Sammoose," Gabriel huffed, feigning hurt. “You know, maybe I just wanna fuck."

"If you wanted to have sex…" Sam's words faded as he rose from his chair with an exaggerated stretch that felt better than it should. "Then we'd already be in our room," he added around a groan when his spine popped.

Amber eyes couldn’t resist the shift of Sam’s muscles under his clothes. His eyes snapped back to Sam’s smug smile and knowing gaze when the long arms dropped from above Sam's head to swing at his sides.

"Also very true," the archangel admitted without hesitation, his fingers interlocking with Sam's before leading him from the library and towards the garage.

"Where are we going?" Sam questioned, self-consciously combing his fingers through his scraggly beard, wondering if he could sum up the energy to shave.

"A drive." Gabriel slipped his hand into his pocket, fishing out a set of keys before tossing them over his shoulder to the bruttnete.

"A drive?" Sam asked as he fumbled for the keys, juggling them before securing them in his hand with a raised brow.

"Driving relaxes you," the shorter man replied casually. "So,” his eyes looked about the garage as they entered it, avoiding looking at the hunter behind him, “we're going to drive somewhere."

Sam felt something give within his chest, squeezing his hand around Gabriel’s, his eyes roving over the blonde. Whiskey eyes were focused elsewhere, ignoring the soft expression the other was surely giving him from behind, focused on guiding the taller male towards the truck that matched the keys. The brunette looked away from Gabriel towards the keys in his hand as they stopped in front of an old pickup, a smile teasing on his skeptical lips.

"And where exactly are we driving to?"

"Somewhere," Gabriel sang with a grin, pulling him down for a kiss.

The blonde pulled back with a wink, turning from the tall hunter to slide into the passenger side of the old pickup truck. Sam rolled his eyes, his lips pulled into a frown that was threatening to crack into a smile.

“You’re ridiculous,” Sam said around a sigh, opening the driver’s side door and taking his seat.

The archangel laughed, smiling as he rolled down his window before bending over the brunette’s lap once Sam had closed his door. Sam shifted under the archangel’s reach as the other rolled down his window.

“We have fun!” Gabriel beamed, leaning back from between Sam and the wheel before scooting closer to Sam’s side as the tense human started the engine with a chuckle.

The late summer air, which smelled of grass fields and fresh rain, was more relaxing than Sam would ever admit. The more they drove the more the hunter was grateful for the fresh breeze that rolled through the cab. The breeze carried the music that had his fingers tapping along to the radio and his partner’s singing. Throughout the drive, Gabriel sang along with the radio getting Sam to join in and inserted directions at seemingly random moments.

With the archangel’s choice in stations and dancing beside him, Sam easily let the stream of endless hunts fall from his mind and the worries that waited further and further behind them. The sound of the truck’s rumbling engine and Gabriel's warm wiggling body beside him soothed his worried mind. Sam's tense broad shoulders relaxed and leaned back, his right hand had long found the archangel's somewhere along the drive and squeezed the archangel's hand. The hunter leaned closer to the shorter blonde on the cushions of their seat, singing along with Gabriel’s jovial tone to the pop song as they drove down the dark back roads that surrounded the bunker.

"Right up there, and you'll see it." Gabriel's hand squeezed his, a smirk tugging on his lips.

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"The couple's first morning together was spent in relative ease. Gabriel relaying his plan to take Sam into the sleepy town not far from the cabin before their hike over breakfast. A town which the archangel had introduced with flair as they bundled up in their winter gear as new.

Sam rolled his eyes at Gabriel's dramatics regarding the small town down the mountain as they walked out of the door. He narrowed his eyes, pulling out his phone as he followed Gabriel's confident stride. Sam fell into step beside the archangel as he looked up the small town's founding on the long walk into town from Gabriel's house.

Sam huffed. "Gabriel," Sam rolled his eyes, turning his screen towards the archangel. "1838 is not new."

The archangel's arms swung gently back and forth at his sides. "It's new, Sammy," Gabriel said with a dismissive roll of his eyes, not bothering to look at Sam's phone.

Sam looked back down at the article. "It's not even a town! It's a village," Sam added, looking back at the shrugging archangel.

Gabriel turned to him, squinting at Sam in the morning light and his moose decorated and fur-lined ushanka. "Fine, it's a new village," Gabriel snarked, waving his left hand in the air between them.

"No." Sam shook his head, looking around the wooded path. "No, I don't care if you are as old as time, the 1830s is not new."

Gabriel scoffed, his head snapping to look at Sam. "I am not as old as time!" He huffed, his left hand gently swatting at Sam's bicep.

Sam laughed, raising his hands and bending away from Gabriel's playful wacks. "Fine," Sam relented, pushing his phone and hands into his coat pockets. "Even if you're slightly younger than time-"

"Jeez, make a celestial feel all his eons," Gabriel interjected with a dramatic roll of his wrist and eyes.

"The 1830s is not new, Gabe."

"The 1830s is new," Gabriel repeated, pointing a finger at him. "Time is relative, Sam-I-am."

Sam shook his head, huffing out a dry amused laugh. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Whatever you say, old man," Sam said around his teasing laughter, turning to Gabriel with a crooked grin as they walked. "Take me to this crazy new-fangled town of theirs."

"Wiseguy," Gabriel said, narrowing his eyes with a grin and checking his shoulder against Sam's side."

Preview from Chapter Seven of Seasonal Healing, Clear Night's and Story Horizons, coming to my Ao3 this weekend.

27 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

Ooh #63 would make a great Sabriel (cuz we just know Gabe is a noisy lil fuck in bed, right?)

Yes! These words were made for Gabriel! I have no idea why this fic took so long to come to me, but I finally give you smut! Thank you so much for the ask and understanding that the muse works in mysterious smutty ways. 😂 Happy Reading ❤️

Rated: Explicit

Tags: smut, anal sex, bet, kissing, on the sofa, hand jobs, plot what plot, Gabriel is a screamer

The Easiest Bet

"This is a stupid bet." Sam sighed, his arms crossed over his chest, as he looked down at his partner as the archangel lounged on the TV room's couch. Sam shifted his stance in front of him. "You cannot hate my movies that much."

The archangel rolled his eyes, stretching out more across the two-seater. "I assure you I do hate your documentaries that much, Sammykins," Gabriel reassured with a roll of his wrist. "Somehow they are more boring than actually living it. Come on, Sammoose. First one to make a noise loses and the winner gets to pick what we watch for a month."

Sam shook his head, a crooked smile weaseling its way onto his lips. He ducked his head, looking down. "There is no way you would win that bet, Gabe. You have to know that right? Do you even realize how loud you always are?" Sam asked with a wave of his hand.

"Hey," Gabriel cried, pointing a finger at him and sitting up a bit on the sofa. "I can be quiet if I want to be! Overconfident moose," Gabriel huffed, his lips pulling into a scowl.

The brunette bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter. "Gabriel, I have spent my whole life living with someone. Mostly Dean," Sam said, tucking his chin to his chest trying to control his amusement. "And Cas normally has to soundproof our room so Dean doesn't have a stroke." He let out a chuckle looking at his partner just as Gabriel rolled his eyes waving a dismissive hand at him. "There is no way you can stay quiet longer than me."

"I can be quiet, Winchester." The blonde shifted, sitting up fully on the sofa. "Especially if it means I don't have to watch a single documentary for a month."

Sam sighed, running a hand through his locks, looking to the bunker hallway as he thought about it. "Make it two months," he said looking back at Gabriel with a wide smile, knowing he couldn't talk his boyfriend out of it and that he would definitely win. "I'll do it if the winner picks for two months."

"Deal." Gabriel's grin widened, his brows bouncing.

"First one to make noises loses?" Sam questioned, bending down over the sofa and pressing a kiss to the blonde's grinning lips.

The archangel leaned into the teasing press of lips, his fingers reaching to stroke through Sam's beard. "Yes, Samheart."

Sam chuckled against his lips, pressing the shorter man back into the cushions and deepening the kiss. Gabriel smiled into it, wrapping his hand around Sam's nape to keep him close, parting his lips. The brunette's tongue slid into his lover's mouth as his hands rolled down Gabriel's sides, lifting him with ease and sliding onto the sofa to take the shorter man's space on the couch.

Gabriel let out a silent gasp as Sam's long arms wrapped around him and pulled him into his lap, straddling him. Large hands quickly slid Gabriel's jacket off before working his shirt off. The archangel bit his lip, breaking the kiss to help take his shirt and jacket off, his hips grinding down on Sam's half-hard member. Sam licked over his lips at the feeling of Gabriel's round jean-clad ass grinding down on his hardening length. He rocked up to him, his hands going to Gabriel's belt wanting to feel him.

The shorter man's lips were on him again the moment they were free from their shirts, rocking his hips and lifting them as Sam shoved down his pants and boxers. The blonde sucked and bit at Sam's neck, his eyes flashing with grace as their clothes vanished, biting down on the tender clave of skin at Sam's neck to stop himself from moaning at the feel of Sam's hardening flesh pressed bare against him.

Sam's hips rutted at the feeling of smooth skin against him, his hands clenching around Gabriel's gyrating hips. His eyes closed at the hard bite and the soothing suckling of his lover's lips that went right to his groin swallowing back a hiss of delight. Hazel eyes rolled behind his lids, his hands clenching at Gabriel's ample cheeks spreading them and biting back a moan at the feeling of his already prepared opening. Gabriel shuddered, pressing his face to Sam's neck as he gripped Sam's long cock squeezing him and stroking him in his hand. The brunette bit harder on his lip, holding in a grunt when Gabriel's hand was on him, cursing internally at his lover's perfectly tight grip.

The archangel pulled back with a smirk, looking over Sam's heaving chest as he stroked him into fullness. He grinned as Sam rutted into his hand before lifting his hips and hovering over the thick member as it throbbed in his hand. The hunter held tight to his hips watching as Gabriel sank down on him, huffing out a heated breath through his nose as Gabriel took all of his length in with slow torturous rolls of his hips. The blonde withheld a whine at the slow pace, knowing any faster and he'd cry out. He bit his lips as his fingers clenched on Sam's broad shoulders only to gasp a breathless silent moan when Sam rutted up into him, forcing the archangel to take all of him with one smooth roll of his hips.

The blonde's head rolled forward, shuddering at a breath barely containing his cry when Sam held tighter to the archangel's waist, holding him still and burying himself inside of the wet canal. Gabriel shuddered at the easy stretch and burn of Sam's thick shaft relishing in the sudden fullness, wanting to cry out. He held tighter to Sam, determined to be quiet even when the taller man found his prostate. Sam licked his lips, his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves with his every upward thrust.

Gabriel clenched around him, biting down harder on his lips as Sam drilled into him, moving with him. Sam panted, pressing open mouth kisses against the smooth sunkissed skin, his eyes rolling at the clenching walls of his lover. His hips moved in tandem with each roll of Gabriel's, the archangel clenching tighter around him with his efforts to keep quiet in the face of the brunette's punishing pace. Gabriel's head rolled, his nails scraping at Sam's shoulders and back, rocking with each of Sam's thrusts, his cock bouncing and aching between them.

Sam's head went back, not knowing if he could stay quiet with the delicious warmth wrapped around him. He wasn't going to lose. An idea struck him as he watched the archangel bite back his cries. A smirk pulled on Sam's lips, wrapping an arm tight around Gabriel’s hips and pulling from him with a silent gasp. Gabriel couldn't hold back his whine at the sudden loss or the cry that was forced from his lips when Sam bent him over the arm of the sofa. The taller man lined his thick head against his rim from behind him before shoving back inside of him in one long smooth thrust.

"Fuck!"

Sam let out a low guttural groan, his smile wide as he thrusted relentlessly into Gabriel. "Dumbest bet," he said around a moan, wrapping his hand around Gabriel's leaking cock.

"Goddamnit, your cock feels so good,"

Gabriel groaned, admitting defeat and sinking fully into the spikes of bliss that racked through his vessel. "Shit right there, Sammy," he hissed. His hands gripped tight to the arm his chest was pressed against, bucking his hips back to him as Sam rocked into him, his head hanging. "So fucking good."

The brunette smirked his left hand holding tight to Gabriel's hip, losing his rhythm quickly when the blonde let his moans run free. "Fuck, I love your voice, " Sam grunted out, bending over him more and slamming his hips faster. "Love it when you scream for me."

Gabriel let out a low groan at the heated words as Sam's hand stroked his cock faster. "Gonna cum… Fuck Sam don't stop." His hips rocked between the thrusting length and the tight fist around his weeping member.

Sam nodded against him, grunting out his agreement as he thrusted into the fluttering warmth around him, cumming with a choked-off moan against Gabriel's back. The archangel's hips jerked as Sam stiffened behind him, his orgasm hitting him hard as Sam's thumb dragged over his wet tip, cumming over his lover's hand with a shout and a curse.

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A Little Pick Me Up

Rated: E

Ship: Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Tags: Human Au, shameless smut, prompt fic, established relationship, lazy mornings, blow jobs, Gabriel's just not a morning person

Author Notes: Created for @idabbleincrazy prompt request for characters waking up together “breakfast in bed?" “define breakfast." Look what the muse remembered and finally unexpectedly finished! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for sending the ask (hopefully I finish the other one soon as well) <3

A Little Pick Me Up

Sam smiled against his pillow, pulling his lover closer. The muffled grumble he received caused a chuckle to rumble free from his chest and his long arms to wrap more securely around the tempting hips.

"Morning," Sam mumbled, kissing the top of Gabriel's head.

"Morning is a subjective term, Sammoose." The shorter man’s eyes hesitated to open. Managing only to crack open one when Sam continued to bury his face in the crook of his neck and searched blindly for his phone. "Ugh, Sammy! It's not even seven in the morning." The older man groaned at the time that blazed from his too-bright screen, slamming it back down and closing his eye.

Sam let out his own huff of frustration at his partner as Gabriel buried himself back against him, twisting around and burying his face in his chest. The brunette knew that the blonde enjoyed his sleep on the days he had off but the college student still had classes and Gabriel had promised to spend the day with him.

“You said you’d come with me today,” he reminded, stretching beside him before tightening his long arms around the curled-up man.

“Not before seven in the morning, Samwise.”

The taller man rolled his eyes at the muffled reply, releasing a hum when he felt Gabriel’s lazy mouth drag across his bare skin. "Yes, you did. You said we’d carpool and I have a morning class, Gabe," Sam replied, resisting the urge to close his eyes as the blonde’s lips left lazy-open-mouth kisses over one of his nipples before making their way up his chest and over his collar bone.

“That’s entrapment, lawyer boy,” Gabriel teased as large hands held tighter to his boxer-clad hips, pressing his morning wood against Sam. “I never would have agreed if I had remembered my day off was Wednesday this week.”

Sam’s hazel eyes closed, pressing closer to him, at the firm outline of Gabriel’s thick erection, and his distracting lips as they traveled over his neck. “You weren’t that tired when I asked.” He countered feeling Gabriel whine against his skin.

"Too early, Sammykins." He rebutted weakly, leaning back to look up at Sam, rolling his hips tantalizingly. "Where's my pick me up, Winchester?" He questioned with a wide grin, running his hand up Sam’s flexing arm and squeezing his bicep.

"Seriously?" Sam’s head tilted back slightly with his laugh, unable to resist the press of Gabriel's clothed length against him.

"Yes, seriously. You know I don't function this early without a little something, somethin’," Gabriel said with a yawn that may have been fake.

The brunette sighed, laying his head in the crook of his elbow, letting his eyes wander Gabriel’s body as the blonde stretched. He turned his head, glancing at the time before turning fully back to his lover, letting his eyes rove his barely clothed body.

"Breakfast in bed?"

Gabriel's eyes glistened with mischief, his eyebrows bouncing. “Define breakfast, Sammy boy."

The taller released a chuckle at his boyfriend’s lecherous smirk. “A liquid one. Where only I eat something.” He hummed as Gabriel wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him closer.

“Color me intrigued,” Gabriel hummed, capturing Sam’s lips in a kiss before rolling onto his back and pulling the brunette with him.

Sam released a soft grunt against his lips, pulling back to leave a trail of lazy sucking marks down Gabriel’s chest. The blonde released a pleased hum, his fingers tangling in his partner’s brown hair as Sam worked his way lower. Long fingers coasted over Gabriel’s arching sides before slipping into the rim of his boxers. Sam’s tongue traced slowly over the line of Gabriel’s pubic bone as the older man lifted his hips and pushed down his boxers. Sam pulled back slightly to help free the hardened member, letting his lips graze over the heated flesh.

Gabriel let out a guttural groan at the first touch of Sam’s soft lips, feeling his tongue dash out to trace the pulsing vein of his aching erection. His hips rolled before Sam’s hand could hold them in place. The brunette stayed beneath their sheets as he dragged his tongue up Gabriel’s shaft, rolling his tongue around his tip before sinking down on him. Slim fingers clenched in brown hair, stopping himself from rutting into the welcoming warmth. His eyes closed as he bit his lip with a curse as Sam sank lower. His toes curled as Sam’s tongue twisted around his base before he pulled his head back.

“Shit,” Gabriel cursed, his hips rolling as Sam’s lips wrapped around his thick base. “I’ll never get used to that mouth, kid.”

Sam groaned around him, bobbing his head faster on the hardened shaft. Gabriel’s eyes open, pushing back the sheets to watch Sam as he worked his cock. He groaned at the sight of his lips split around his swollen shaft.

“Wanna fuck your throat, Sam.”

Gabriel groaned as Sam’s hand shifted, letting go of his hips and letting the man rut up into his mouth with a punched-out moan. Sam held still as his lover’s hands tightened in his hair, his jaw lax against the drag of his lover’s cock against his tongue. The blonde licked over his lips with a breathless moan when he felt Sam’s throat convulse around his tip, his eyes rolling to the gagging younger man. His hips slowed slightly before speeding up once more, trying to go easy on his lover’s throat. Sam held tight to him, his eyes watering as he moaned around the heavy cock. His right hand reached, shoving into his sleep pants and wrapped around himself, squeezing his aching shaft. Gabriel panted, watching Sam’s arms flex to keep himself up and jack himself off.

“Fuck, Sam,” Gabriel’s head tilted, planting his feet and rolling his hips harder up into Sam’s spread lips. His eyes drank in the sight of his lover working himself and leaking into his fist. “Are you gonna cum just from sucking me off?” Gabriel questioned breathlessly, his eyes fluttering closed when Sam responded by creating more suction around his thrusting shaft. “God, do that again,” he hissed, his hips rutting faster, holding Sam’s head down longer. “That’s it Sammy. Show me how you cum from the taste of me.”

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My #1 post of 2022

''you used me as a pillow." ''sorry.'' or “breakfast in bed?" “define breakfast."

Thank you so much for the ask love! I actually had an idea for both but I'm just not really happy with "breakfast in bed" "define breakfast." Maybe I'll post it at some point, it is a Sabriel, but Spideypool completely consumed the first one. It's been so long since I wrote them. I miss them and even as short and angsty it is, it was really nice to find some inspiration for them again.

Heartbeat

A sudden loud thumping roused Peter from his fitful sleep. He groaned, nuzzling his cheek against the kevlar of Deadpool's suit before his eyes snapped open. His ears filled with the triumphant sound.

"Wade?" His head lifted, pulling his arms from around the bulker man, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Wade?!"

Wade groaned, a grumble sounding from under Peter as the other pushed himself up from the blood spattered man, both still in their suits.

"Not so loud, baby boy. Head wounds are like the worst hangover." His eyes blinked behind his mask trying to remember what they had been doing and where they most likely were.

His eyes roved around the familiar safe house that was more safe than a house. Wade's hand raised to feel over his masked head before raising it to look down at Peter's unmasked face hovering above him and the concern edge in his brown eyes. His eyes roved over his best friend taking in the press of Peter against him and the other's torn suit.

"Sooo. No judgment, baby boy, but you used me as a pillow?"

Peter's eyes widened, leaning back and distancing himself a bit before looking over his blood covered suit. "Sorry," he mumbled, unsure if he was talking to Wade or his ruined suit.

"You don't gotta be sorry, but clarity would be nice." He shifted more, feeling his bones finish snapping back into place. Wade watched him looking over the causal self-consciousness. "You used my lifeless bloody corpse as a pillow?" Wade's voice hitched watching the other shrug.

"I didn't want to leave you," Peter defended, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over the other's damaged suit.

The brunette hadn't really thought about it. He had already been tired after pulling an all nighter and that was before almost being blown up by a giant space squid and dragging Wade back here. All Peter had wanted was to sleep and hear the steady thumping again after falling asleep to silence.

"Everyone was leaving so… I swung us here. And it's not like you have a lot of pillow options." His brown eyes roved around the warehouse turned living area with a wave of his hand before looking back at Wade. "I thought we could hang out after you… woke up." Peter finished lamely, never used to watching Wade die after Gwen.

"Petey?" Wade's head tilted on the worn mattress beneath him, his hairless brows furrowing under his mask. "I'm okay. I'm always okay."

Peter scoffed in disagreement, shaking his head weakly.

Wade shifted, reaching his gloved hand for his cheek. "You can hear it right?" Wade asked, his hand coming up to pull him back down to rest his ear back over his beating heart.

Peter nodded, slowly leaning back to his broad chest, settling back against him. Wade cradled Peter's head as his other arm wrapped around the younger man's back. Peter held tighter to him with a smile, closing his eyes and heaving a deep inhale at the strong unique sound of Wade Wilson's heartbeat.

"Yeah. I can hear it, Wade"

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I posted 2,120 times in 2022

104 posts created (5%)

2,016 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@valleydean

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@ltleflrt

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I tagged 621 of my posts in 2022

#thank you reblog - 73 posts

#spn fanfic - 72 posts

#destiel - 62 posts

#timezone reblog - 53 posts

#spn abo - 49 posts

#stu overshares - 47 posts

#deancas - 41 posts

#sam and dean - 39 posts

#ouch et voice - 38 posts

#fic rec - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and cas was thinking he’s a just a soldier until he learned to feel it's not the wall but what's behind it oh the fear of fellow man it's me

My Top Posts in 2022:

Tattered: Mate or Fate

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

Featuring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~3050

Warnings, etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, some dialogue taken from canon, emotional infidelity, no one is doing okay, ESPECIALLY SAM, Dean’s in denial

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A Wish or a Warning

“I had a dream about you.”

Dean stopped in his tracks, eyes bulging and lips frowning, like he got caught doing something he knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing. She didn’t look up from the book she was scanning, but she kept talking.

“You were decked out in full cowboy gear, spurs and all. Strutting around some dusty town like you were looking for somebody. I kept trying to get you to notice me, try to get you to fill me in on the hunt. But you never even acknowledged I was there. It was like I was the ghost.”

Her voice was off, even to her own ears. But her face remained neutral, matter-of-fact even. Dean felt like he was walking into a trap.

He cleared his throat and walked to the edge of the table, she was just out of reach. Always right there, but never close enough.

“Sounds like more of a nightmare,” he offered casually, but gently. Dean was no stranger to personalized terror. “Did I ever finish the case?”

She stopped and glanced over at him, squinting at him with suspicion. “I don’t know, I woke up sometime after we found the saloon.”

“Ah!” Dean lamented, falling in the seat beside her. “Woulda liked to see that. Me strolling through the swinging doors. You all dolled up in a corset and maybe some feathers in your hair.”

She couldn’t hold back the giggle as it rasped in her throat. “Man, you seriously have such a thing with cowboys. Didn’t you do the whole old west thing? Sam said you nearly got the clap.”

Dean held up a finger and put on his wannabe stern face. “Okay, one, he’s one to talk, ask him about playing poker with a he-witch. And two, I dueled a phoenix with the Colt at high noon. It was the stuff of legends!”

She gave him one of her fond smiles, eyes tight and suddenly glazed over. “I guess you fit right in, tough guy.”

Dean beamed and leaned close to conspire, “I kept the hat, if you ever wanna see it.”

She shook her head and bit back her amusement. “I’m sure you did.”

The air hung between them, thick and alluring. Dean swallowed.

“I’m sorry.”

That wasn’t what she was expecting, “what? Why?”

“For not seeing you—- in your dream. Truth is—- I always see you. But you always feel—- I don’t know—- off limits? Untouchable, really,” Dean offered it like it was a compliment.

Her stomach hovered between floors like a stalled elevator. But it was just as well, since she forgot to breathe anyhow.

He looked at her like he was expecting a response, but she couldn’t decipher the question in his all-too-familiar eyes. Inexplicably, his face softened and he looked away.

And underneath his breath, he admitted, “y’ know, I dream about you, too.

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Never Doubt the Best Man:

Will They/ Won’t They?

A Supernatural AU Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: ~1900

Summary: Dean overthinks, Y/N sulks and Sam brings coffee.

A/N: Thank you to my Slackers for listening to me whine about this series for the entirety of March. Thank you, READERS, for your patience in awaiting this conclusion. xoxo Stu

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Never Doubt the Best Man:

The Gift That Keeps on Giving

A Supernatural AU Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: ~2400

Summary: The reader gets a taste of Dean’s wake up routine. The gift opening is anticlimactic. They part ways.

Warnings: Smidge of smut, more hints that Sam got pegged on his wedding night.

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81 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Tattered: Love, Lies, and Loyalty

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

Featuring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Written for: @spnabobingo

Square filled: Scent Blockers

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2623

Warnings, etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, some dialogue taken from canon, emotional infidelity, no one is doing okay, medical repression of biological cycles and pheromones, jealousy, sex as a competition.

Special thanks to @rockhoochie and @lastactiontricia.

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82 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

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Ask and you shall receive!

I saw the reblog on thelemoncoffee's post about the wheel of fate and I thought I'd pitch in to soothe your curiosity. You're welcome.

I don't know if you want the wheel of fates for THH and SDR2, so for now, voila! DRV3.

Chapter 1 Victim: Ryoma Hoshi, Ultimate Tennis Pro Chapter 1 Blackened: Kirumi Tojo, Ultimate Maid

Very in-character... because this already happened in canon. With the First Blood Perk too, that's a bonus. Makes me wonder if Kirumi's gonna be a more important character now that "she made it back to the outside world." (spoilers: she died). Maybe this case'll pop up again in Trial 6 or something to clue em in?

Chapter 2 Victim: Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Anthropologist Chapter 2 Blackened: Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Entomologist

Now this... I'm assuming Gonta got his hands on Shinguji's motive video. What could possibly be part of his video, I have no clue. But I'm assuming it reveals the fact that he's a serial killer of women. Gonta goes Chapter 4 upon learning that. We all know how that ends.

Chapter 3 First Victim: Miu Iruma, Ultimate Inventor Chapter 3 Second Victim: Kaede Akamatsu, Ultimate Pianist Chapter 3 Blackened: Maki Harukawa, Ultimate "Child Caregiver" (Assassin)

OhoHO. With the motive being the Necronomicon, this is actually pretty fitting, given Maki was trained to be an assassin as a part of a cult that hid behind religion. This'll require some twisting of character, but perhaps Maki, instead of ignoring it, came to listen to the cult. She genuinely believes in the god the cult came up with, and thus things like the Necronomicon, making her a bit. Crazier than canon. Don't know who she wanted to raise from the dead and why or why she chose a double murder or why it was these two specifically though.

Chapter 4 Victim: Tenko Chabashira, Ultimate Aikido Master Chapter 4 Blackened: Kaito Momota, Ultimate Astronaut

Nekomaru vs Gundham vibes tbh. Since Angie's still alive, I can see her and Ouma being at odds with each other a lot. I say this because it's definitely connected, this is literally two of their biggest haters.

Chapter 5 Victim: Angie Yonaga, Ultimate Artist Chapter 5 Blackened: Himiko Yumeno, Ultimate Magician

Also because of this. The traffic lights trio get a hell of a lot more screen time here huh. I see people be disappointed that Angie never got character development, but it seems here she just went on a downward spiral. Himiko might've been dragged down with her unfortunately, acting as obsessive towards Angie the same way Tenko acts towards her, if not more, depending on how messed up you wanna take this. As a Yonameno shipper, ouch. But also Himiko as the Chapter 5 blackened imo is just chefs kiss and wow Angie really did take over Ouma's role as antag huh. Or maybe they're both main antags and we just have two.

Chapter 6 Mastermind: Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective Chapter 6 Sacrifice: Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Cosplayer

Ah yes. The classic mastermind that 95% of the DRV3 fandom wished for and never got. This is where shit gets real funky considering the amount of sheer AUs out there, but for the sake of simplicity let's just stick to the idea that this is a TV show and they all signed up for it among other stuff. Tsumugi as the sacrifice... well, if she and Rantaro had a good relationship throughout and she acted as his support, oh boy that's kinda depressing. But if she was like. The third rival (jfc so many ANTAGS in this game) cuz this is Tsumugi we're talking about, she definitely played traitor and just wants to get to the 54th killing game already.

Survivors: •K1-B0, Ultimate Robot •Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader •Rantaro Amami, Ultimate ??? (Adventurer/Survivor)

This trio... ok so Ouma actually gets to face what he's done instead of dying. That's pretty nice. Kiibo survives like he was supposed to in canon goddammit. Amami'll finally reach his full potential, bless. As the Ultimate Survivor, I really do wonder whether he'll ever remember his past games or not... Who knows, maybe he was a graduate blackened in a past game and antag Tsumugi/Saihara spilled those beans to stir shit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And that's a wrap! I know I came out of nowhere, but I was ready to rant about this as much as you were begging to know more. I gladly took the chance. Try for the opportunity.

Oh wow, this is neat! For Maki’s chapter, maybe she targeted Miu due to personal dislike, but Kaede walked in on her with the body, so she had to kill her to keep her quiet?

(And I would actually like the THH and SDR2 wheels of fate, I was curious about those too.)

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Sykes: The Sussexes would never make their kids swelter in a suit like Prince George

July 12, 2022

By Kaiser

It’s happening with some frequency in a quiet way, but royal commentators and “royal experts” are actually starting to show respect to the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, especially with regards to how Archie and Lilibet are kept out of the spotlight. It really started happening during the Jubbly, when the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge overemphasized the importance of *their* children and felt the need to include all three kids in too many events. Which led to an overtired, sugar-rushed Prince Louis throwing a huge tantrum front-row of the Jubbly parade, not to mention all of the fuss he made on the balcony. Suddenly, the comparison between the Cambridges and Sussexes turned in Harry and Meghan’s favor. The royal reporters were like: say what you will about the Sussexes, but at least they don’t overexpose their kids. It was especially funny because William and Kate made a huge fuss about how their children should be the only ones on the balcony, the only ones emphasized during the Jubbly, etc. It blew up in their faces.

Well, on Sunday, William and Kate brought little George to the Wimbledon men’s final. My choice would have been different – I think Kate should have brought George and Charlotte to the men’s final and women’s final. But Kate and William like to emphasize that George is “special,” that he’s the heir, so George was the only kid in the Royal Box and his mom made him wear a stuffy suit during a heat wave. Which led to the Daily Beast’s Royalist column to write: “Prince George Sweltering in a Suit Is All the Justification Prince Harry and Meghan Markle Will Ever Need.” Ouch.

Sunday was the hottest day of the year in the U.K., with the BBC reporting at one stage that the temperature at Wimbledon’s centre court had reached 95 F and was expected to get as high as 104 F. Yet despite the ice-cream melting conditions, Prince William and Kate Middleton shoehorned their eldest son into a dark two-piece suit and tie for his first ever visit to the legendary tennis championship in southwest London.

Although a reporter for the Sun overheard Prince George telling his dad it was “too hot,” the impeccably behaved young prince barely showed a hint of boredom or restlessness for the entire four hours he was courtside and on show. For that he, and his parents, undoubtedly deserve great credit.

Yet despite his astonishingly mature conduct, and the no-doubt tireless efforts of his mother, who at the end of the whole thing then had to go and hand out trophies to winner Novak Djokovic and runner-up Nick Kyrgios, to many observers the notion of dressing George up in a suit and tie was a reminder of the absurd and Victorian demands that the institution places on the Windsor children. Turning them into glorified, suited show ponies at the most tender of ages, for example, seems to be hardwired into the palace’s DNA.

The contrast with Harry and Meghan could not be more pronounced. Last week, for example, pictures emerged of the couple at a Fourth of July parade where a snatched photograph of Archie showed the toddler wearing light, baggy jeans, a long cotton shirt, and a baseball hat to keep the sun off.

One can, of course, only imagine Harry and Meghan’s reaction to George apparently cosplaying as his father if they tuned in to watch the Wimbledon final Sunday. One assumes their response would be located, approximately, in the intersection of one of those Venn diagrams with three circular sets, the circles entitled, 1: “FFS,” 2: “What is wrong with those people?” and, 3: “Thank God we got out.”

Harry and Meghan have been explicit since leaving the royal family that they were motivated in large part to protect their children. Whilst many assumed at the time that this meant protect them from press intrusion, it has always been something of an open secret that a significant part of the whole mechanism of royalty is reliant on exploiting the adorable kids.

…Another way of seeing an 8-year-old dressed like a politician on the campaign trail is to be reminded of what Harry said about his brother and father in his and Meghan’s bombshell interview with Oprah Winfrey. “I was trapped, but I didn’t know I was trapped,” Harry told Winfrey, “Trapped within the system, like the rest of my family are. My father and my brother, they are trapped. They don’t get to leave. And I have huge compassion for that.”

[From The Daily Beast]

“It has always been something of an open secret that a significant part of the whole mechanism of royalty is reliant on exploiting the adorable kids…” One might even say that it is a significant part of the invisible contract and the “business model” of royalty of which Harry wanted no part. The thing that bugs me about the Cambridge kids and their parents is that William and Kate want it both ways – their PR is that they’re raising their children “to be normal” and that their household has middle-class values and they just want their kids to be kids and not part of the royal machinery yet… and then they also use the kids as human shields and bring them out to events where it’s increasingly inappropriate.

With the Wimbledon men’s final in particular… like, some of those men’s matches can go on for four or five hours. That’s a really long time for an eight-year-old kid (clad in a heavy suit and no sunglasses) to be baking in the sun. Is giving your child heatstroke some kind of royal rite of passage or something? Just be sensible as parents, but it seems like Will and Kate cannot. I also think Kate and William had made the plan weeks ago to bring George to the final and they simply didn’t care about the heat on that day. Kate had already planned out his outfit and, as we’ve seen so often, Early Years Expert Kate was incapable of improvising or being sensible about when her kids deserve a break.

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