#lovely and fulls of leaves and a little flooded but very nice all the same

[winedark]

happy november all it is absolutely critical that i let you all know it is my favourite month of the year 💕

#beehive whispers #walked home by the river this after #lovely and fulls of leaves and a little flooded but very nice all the same #tomorrow after work i must pick up my book from the library <3

[bookshelf-dust]

baby love, my baby love

gif by @corrodedcherry

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1,880

warnings: swearing, reader had a not so good day, some hair washing, reader is nude in a non-sexual way, casual intimacy, lots of lovey-dovey things

a/n: hello! i am still very tentatively getting back into writing, but i wanted to write something sweet and comforting and soft and all those things. and eddie is the best provider of all that. this is so cute i almost made myself nauseous. lemme know what you think!! happy reading!!! <333 lots of love

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“Where’s my girl at?”

Eddie’s voice rings throughout your small apartment, echoing slightly due to it not being fully furnished. His tone is almost giddy, words taking on a little twang after having spent the day working with Wayne. 

You bury your face deeper into your pillow, fighting a smile at the way he speaks to you. From your place on the bed, you hear his keys smack the wall as he hangs them up, hear his boots thudding across the kitchen tiles as he makes his way to you. 

When Eddie appears in the doorway to your shared bedroom, his arms are raised, fingers working to quickly tie his hair up in a knot. His biceps flex with the movement, drawing your eye to his pale skin. A brilliant smile spreads across his face upon seeing you. 

“Hey, bug,” he says.

You flush. You never thought you’d allow someone to call you love bug, let alone any variation of it. You certainly didn’t think you’d like it. It’s who’s saying it that’s converted you.

You’re laying on your stomach, hands crushed under your cheek. You try to smile back at him, but it comes out much less enthusiastic than normal. It’s a very tired gesture. 

Eddie notices, kicking off his shoes and crouching before you. “What’s the matter sweet girl? You’re wearing your outside clothes still, and you look pretty pitiful.”

At least he’s honest.

You blink and let your eyes flutter shut. “Long day. Headache. Upset.”

He brings his hand to your face, brushing his fingers over your temples. “Oh, I’m sorry, bug. I know you just wanna feel all better. Is that it?”

You nod, eyes still closed. He starts to laugh playfully just because of how pitiful you really do look, at how small and scrunched up you’ve made yourself. When he kisses your cheek, you feel his smile against your skin. It makes you beam, despite how you feel. The tingle Eddie’s lips leave behind makes it seem like the first time no matter how long it's been. You’re all soft for him, and there’s no denying it. But hell, he’s the same way. 

“How about…” he trails off, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, tickling your lower back where your sweater has ridden up. “How about I take care of you? Run you a bath, for starters? I know you like that.”

Your eyes open, happy to think about how nice it would feel to sink your tired body into a hot basin full of bubbles. “Okay, Teddy.”

“Yeah? C’mere then,” Eddie says gently, holding his hands out to encourage you to sit up. You slowly push yourself away from the mattress, and he easily pulls you to stand. “I’ll get the water warmed up for you.” 

You give him a poor little salute, making him laugh, and then stick your fingers through his belt loop so you don’t have to do as much on the short walk to the bathroom. When you get there, Eddie bends to cut the water on and push the drain plug down. You wrap your arms around his waist and fold yourself against his warm back. You close your eyes once again, hearing him squirt a hefty amount of bubble bath into the tub. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t flood the bathroom.

The plastic top clicks shut and Eddie rises, grabbing hold of your hands and spinning around in your grip. 

“Don’t like seein’ you all drained, baby,” he says. Eddie’s hands cradle your face, long and pale fingers beginning to rub at your temples. It feels so nice to have that pressure be pushed away, to feel his body so close to yours. At this rate, you’ll forget you even had a headache. 

“Wanna tell me about it?” Eddie asks. “Or do you just want to have a chill night?”

You open your eyes and push up on your toes to kiss his nose. “The latter,” you say. 

He chuckles, knowing you never used that term until you started reading Jane Austen. 

“M’kay, bug. That works for me.” His eyes twinkle mischievously. “You want a kiss? I think you deserve a good one.”

That gets you to practically melt. I fucking love this woman, Eddie thinks. He feels breathless each time you look at him that way. You look at him like he hung the stars, like he is your knight in shining armor. He kisses you in that way that thanks you for making him feel so loved. So cherished.

You thread your hands in Eddie’s hair, fingers pulling at the chunk at the nape of his neck where it’s most sensitive. His mouth is warm against yours. He smiles at your playfulness, breaking away to kiss both cheeks. 

He bends and drags a finger through the water. “It’ll be plenty warm enough in a second, bug.”

You give him a tired thank you squeeze as he presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“Need help undressing?” he inquires, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. 

You gently backhand his stomach, watching as he feigns severe injury. “Perv,” you joke. 

Eddie sits down on the toilet seat lid so that he can be prepared to turn the water off when he deems the tub full enough for you. Really he’d just like to see you surrounded by a huge pile of bubbles for his own amusement, but also because he knows it’ll be the thing to coax that pure, joyous laugh out of you. The sound he’d bottle and keep on his nightstand if he could.

You remove the little bit of makeup you’d been wearing with a cotton pad, sighing in relief to have it all off. You take out your earrings and slip off your rings, setting them in an ashtray on the counter you’ve been repurposing ever since Eddie decided to cut back on his smoking.

You take off each of your socks, one hand gripping the countertop for balance. As you slip your belt off, Eddie finishes preparing your bath and turns to face you. He holds his arms out, ready to collect your dirty clothes and accessories so that he can put them in their rightful places. 

He takes your belt from you only to be cheeky, snapping the thick leather as loud as he can manage. He makes himself laugh. 

You turn to the side when you unbutton your jeans, flushing and shy at his attention even after all this time. Even knowing how beautiful he finds your body. How much he loves how soft you are. After all, your body allows you to live. It allows you to spend time with him, and that is all he’ll ever ask for. It doesn’t matter to him what state your body is in because it is yours. And you are his. 

Eddie smiles watching you shimmy out of your snug jeans. You hand him your pants and t-shirt, now only in your bra and underwear. You don’t give yourself the time to be self-conscious, longing for the hot bath water. You turn and quickly unclasp your bra. Eddie playfully flicks your bum. It always deserves appreciation in his eyes. 

When you hand him the last of your items, he presses the sweetest kiss to your tummy, thumbs rubbing at the indentations left on your chest from your bras underwire, as if he can make them go away just by sheer will. 

“I love you, bug,” Eddie says, looking up at you with those watery doe eyes. His kisses your stomach again.

“I love you same, Teddy. Now let me take my bath. It’s rather chilly in this house, don’t you think? I refuse to freeze.”

Eddie laughs to himself as he walks off, taking your clothes to the hamper and storing your bra and belt elsewhere. He never could’ve imagined a world where preparing a bath for his partner would make him as happy as it does. 

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Eddie is kneeling on the bathroom floor. Your back is pressed against the side of the tub, and he’s washing your hair. Well, really he’s already given it the scrub and cleanse that it needed, now he’s just trying to make weird shapes out of it. 

After you’d sat in the warm water until your toes pruned without actually bathing, he jokingly offered to do your hair while you washed your body. 

You hadn’t even thought about it. You were enjoying the way the bubbles came up to your chin, the way you were completely encapsulated in the safety of them. The way Eddie sat there on the rug, telling you about his day. About the different things he’d fixed on which cars—nothing you understood in any fashion, but something you always wanted to hear about.

“You could make good money doing this, you know. You’re very talented,” you quip, scrubbing your calf with a washcloth. 

Eddie snorts, kissing your wet shoulder blade. “What? Give head massages?”

You ring out your rag, having completed your washing ritual and made sure everything got the attention it deserves. 

“Mhm. That felt so good.” 

You pull the drain plug up, letting the water out. Eddie stands and acts as though his back is going to give out on him. You quickly turn the shower on, just so you can make sure you got all the conditioner out of your hair and feel completely clean. Eddie has never done this rinsing routine after a bath, but loves to see you do your little happy dance when you’re all clean and wrapped up in a towel.

He holds out a hand as you step over the rim of the tub, bowing for added effect. “How was your bath, m’lady?”

You lead the way out of the bathroom, on a search for pajamas. “I’d say it was the best bath I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking, good sir.”

You hug your fuzzy towel to your chest, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss Eddie’s full lips. He blushes at the eye contact you’re giving him. He knows how it makes you nervous, but getting to have all of your attention like that makes him tingly.

“Thank you for helping me, Teddy.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” 

You turn to the side, gripping a round, wooden handle and pulling open your top dresser drawer. Eddie kisses your cheek. Sometimes you think Eddie’s kisses are lifesaving. They’ve surely contributed to your stability. They’re healing. And so is the way he cares for the people he loves. The way he so effortlessly does things just because he only wants to see you happy.

Eddie ends up picking out your pajamas while you pick out his. You’re in your own bottoms, but one of his Iron Maiden t-shirts. You told him you should match, so he pointed you in the direction of another, and you made sure to choose pants for him that had red in them, just like yours. 

Before you can sit down on your shared bed, Eddie takes your hand and leans down to whisper in your ear. His chin brushes your jaw, lips parting in a bright grin before the words ever leave his mouth. 

“Now, what do you think about going to get milkshakes?”

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[godisshook]

The Golden Boy

Noah was the definition of a golden retriever boy. He worked in our community, loved people, and was incredibly kind. The guy was essentially the second coming of Christ, and unfortunately, my next-door neighbor. We were always in the same classes, and while we had a few talks, our personalities seemed vastly different. I wasn't kind or even very nice, but I wasn't ashamed. I loved drama, hated people, and was always on my phone, never doing anything for anyone unless I had to.

Senior prom season was rolling around, and I had contemplated not going, as every other person I could call a friend wasn't going either. As the morning of promposals come around, I chill in the cafeteria with my best friend Victoria. While most of my friends weren't going because the idea of prom makes them vomit, Victoria was a little different. She was going out of the country the day of prom (yes I was incredibly jealous) and she had even received a promposal, but had to turn it down. As me and her chat over school pizza, I notice Noah and a procession of people walk into the cafeteria. "Well, at least he's consistent in being corny," I think to myself. Before I could even fully look back down, though, I notice him walking to the back, towards ME.

I could not even begin to run as he taps my shoulder from the center aisle, and dropped the fated question, "Will you do me the honor of going to prom with me?" I try to feign sarcasm, but the invite was kind of cute, and as the two girls next to him hold up big YES and NO signs, I slowly stand up and walk over to the NO sign girl, and as Noah's expression starts to fall, I jerk back and grab the YES sign. As the silent anticipation turns to cheers and yelling. I appreciate the moment, but realization hits all too fast, I would actually have to GO to prom.

As that day comes, I walk out, and see Noah smiling widely. "You look breathtaking," he says, and I blush slightly, but catch myself and refocus. He opens his passenger seat door, lets me in, and walks over to the driver's side. The drive to prom was full of small talk, and a lot of me trying to figure out why in the world he would invite me to anything, let alone prom. He remains vague, but as my prying intensifies, we arrive to the venue.

The dance was relatively nice, and as prom king and queen is announced, Noah unsurprisingly wins king, with a girl named Naomi winning prom queen. The rest of the night goes as well as it could, with Noah getting pulled aside every other second to attend to something, and me standing in various corners scrolling on social media.

Summer would change a lot, including Noah. Even before graduation, he had been working out regularly, but as summer rolled around, he would intensify his regimen by a thousand. The worst part was that he looked really good. It seemed as if he was destined to succeed at everything, having the world handed to him on a silver platter.

The only thing he never truly got was me. Even though we had talked more after the prom date, there was still no romantic lead to things, and at most I saw him as a close acquaintance.

One morning, as I go to get my mail, I notice Noah jogging up to me, clearly heading to the gym as it seems. His pecs and biceps were bulging through his tank top, and I couldn't help but notice. "Hey, eyes up here," he says, chuckling. Even I could admit that I giggled at that statement. We once again engage in small talk, and we talk about college plans. I had been trying to figure out what school he was going to since graduation. He hadn't posted anywhere about it, so it was anyone's guess. I realize he's going to the same state school as me. It was a nice school, and people would come from out of state to attend, so people usually gravitated to it anyway.

The rest of my summer is incredibly boring, with me barely leaving the house, and only occasionally encountering the real world. Social media is flooded with classic summer pics, which makes the indoor prison I was rotting in even worse. As college finally rolled around, I felt strangely hopeful, at least it would be a different venue.

Fall semester would roll around, and my mission of self-improvement would begin. I would go out more, make an effort to be slightly more active, and at least attempt to be friendly. My efforts were not in vain, but I definitely didn't have the overnight success Noah seemed to have. After seeing him flex his massive biceps in the gym, I vowed to never go again, forsaking that place. I will never forget the grin on his face as he noticed me, that god-damn grin.

Fall semester passed quickly, and as spring semester came around, change was in the air. Noah immediately would join a frat, which was the same one as his dad (of course). And he remained his same soft oblivious self, which somehow was even more annoying, as the fuckboy energy lay unused. My courses this semester were far easier, and I would barely go to class, only going if I liked the teacher.

When classes wrap up for the day, I start to head home. As I walk down the main road of the campus, a guy hands me a calendar and says, "Enjoy!" I look back at the guy and then look at the calendar. It was one of those sexy fireman calendars, but instead of firemen, it was frat guys. I hide the calendar in my bookbag for the rest of the day. When I finally get home, I take a good look at the calendar, and each month showed increasingly hot guys, and I continue going through month by month, looking for that familiar face. Lo and behold, the guy for September was the man himself.

Noah and I would text occasionally, and he would give me invites to his frat parties, and would usually drive me back as well. We still weren't in the same circles, but we would make an effort to hang out with one another.

It would be a pre-spring break party that would change everything. Noah would send the invite on Monday, telling me to "Be there or be square!" "I know the absolute corniest frat guy ever." I think to myself as I read over the text. The week passes, with very little in terms of big events, just someone burning themselves in chemistry class.

My week gets spent brainstorming outfits, and inspiration strikes as I spot a cute crop top and pair it with the shortest shorts I can find. As the day comes, I take some accessories and complete the outfit, and get picked up by Noah. The car ride there is relatively talkative, with us talking about our classes and our plans for spring break.

The party was packed on arrival, with people out on the balcony, and crowds of people both inside and outside the frat house. Noah tells me to find him if I have any trouble, and we go our separate ways. The party goes from midday to the dead of night, and people come in and out, keeping it busy at all times. As the liquor begins to hit, I search for Noah and find him by a wall, shirt now half on.

He smiles and waves me over, and we start to chat. With my words slurred, I try to ask him, "How drunk are you?" He laughs and replies, "Kinda buzzed, lol, but not as bad as you." Noticing how I was, he offered to take me to one of the rooms upstairs to recover, which I accepted. When we get in the room, I look at him from the bed as I take sips of the water he brought me, and I eye his body.

As I begin to sober up, my drunkenness becomes horniness, and as no other outlet was near me, Noah would simply have to do. When he gets back in the room, he sits down next to me on the bed. I turn to him and eye him with sex in my eyes. He looks back with a sweet yet determined stare, and I make my move. Before I could even fully lean in to kiss him, though, he takes my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

Still kissing all over me, we slowly both stand up and move towards the bathroom. He pushes me in and starts lifting my shirt up. My hands follow the form of his abs, and he groans with pleasure. My hands go lower and lower until they reach the rim of his underwear. I gaze at him slyly and start to lower his shorts. His cock was throbbing in his underwear, and he looks at me as if he was going to die if I didn't do something about it. I start off by wrapping my hands around his member and stroking slowly. "Fuckkkkkkk" he grunts under his breath. My mouth replaces my hands, and I start sucking.

Before I could finish my good work, we hear a knock on the bathroom door. A frat guy yells, "HURRY THE FUCK UP" as he starts to bang on the door. I look at him, and he looks at me, looking clueless. Even as he stands in front of me practically naked, he's still his innocent self. We put our clothes back on and leave the bathroom, only to discover that the guy knocking already left.

After that, we start chatting even more. He would constantly check up on me, and always put me first. I still would think about the look on his face, and how he was grunting, not knowing he was kinky at all. When we discuss this over text, he calls himself a "soft top" to which I reply, "lol, have you even topped anybody?" He sends a laughing emoji back, and we talk about random things for the rest of the night.

Spring break comes to a close, and we go back to our regular schedules. Noah and I had been talking even more consistently, and at this point, we would start to flirt with each other, but neither of us would ever commit to it. This arrangement suited me personally, as commitment was truly one of my worst fears.

Noah would start taking me out more, and we would get coffee each day, which he would use as his excuse to check in on me. All this behavior seemed very boyfriend-like, but I paid it little mind, as it meant I got to sleep in his comfy room.

I was going to his place regularly at this point, and while we had still not hooked up since that spring break party, we would watch movies together and relax. One night, as I start to doze off while watching The Office, Noah wakes me up with a question.

He asks me, "Am I your boyfriend?" The question hits me like a ton of bricks. Mustering as much confidence as I can, I reply, "I mean, I would hope so." "Good," he says in a low tone. Just like that, I had committed to Noah being my boyfriend. Before I could even fully process that, he begins unbuttoning his sweater and lays down on his bed.

"Come here."

I never expected to hear those words, but they cause a flood, and I climb over as he pulls my face in to kiss. It's more aggressive this time, hungrier, hornier. He was using his own tongue, and moving all into my mouth. He pulls off my underwear and pulls my ass towards him, and starts eating me out. His tongue swirls all inside me, and I can only let out moans to describe my pleasure.

"Do you want to suck it?" he asks, and I nod quickly as he pulls down his sweatpants and underwear, revealing his cock in its full glory. I start licking his tip, and he grunts in a near growl. As I move down it, his voice gets even lower, and precum starts to build on his tip. I lick it off, and he smiles.

Sweat coated his face as I sucked around his cock, his head jerking back. He would pull off his sweatpants, and he held my head while I was sucking his dick. I climb on top of him, and his cock stands up tall under my ass. I take his cock in my hand and slowly bring it to my ass. As the two make contact, I moan as it starts to fill me up, and he groans and grunts as it slides in. Moving slowly up and down his cock makes him groan even more, and as I come up again, he would take his arms and grab my ass fully, and start dropping me down onto his cock.

"Noah!" I shriek as he pushes me up and down. He stops suddenly, and says, "Say my name again." I say his name continuously as he lifts me up and hoists my body against the wall, sliding his cock deep into me. The pleasure causes me to shriek, as he pushes me up and down continuously. He throws his head back in ecstasy, and his body tenses up as his cum fills me up. We get back on the bed, and I get a devious idea.

I go back down on him immediately, sucking him again, he winces and says "I already came," I immediately reply, "Well then do it again." He blushes, and I keep going, and as his cock gets hotter and hotter, jets of cum come out again, filling up my mouth. I swallow it and give him a smile.

Afterward, he makes sure I'm all cleaned up and makes me dinner, bringing it up to me as I lay in bed sore. He lays back down next to me and asks, "Do you wanna know something?" Between bites of chicken, I mumble a reply, "Wha-?" "You're my first." I look at him and say, "Oh, I know." He jabs me in my side, giggling, and I laugh back at him. When I finish up the food, he puts the tray away and starts getting ready for bed. He turns on a movie, and I lull to bed.

Noah's alarm startles me awake, and he apologizes as he kisses me awake. "I'm just gonna hop in the shower, feel free to chill and do whatever." I wrap myself under his covers and put on Spongebob, watching away as I delay thinking about my own classes. My lab class was an hour away, and I contemplated going as his warm covers take me to a level of comfort unseen before. After what seemed like seven years, Noah finally gets out of the shower.

He came out of the shower looking absolutely majestic, and as I start eyeing him, he looks over at me and says, "Are you gonna do something or just stare?" That lab class would simply have to get skipped because duty called. I eye him back, and he starts tugging at the knot on his towel. "I think it's only fair you come over to me," I say from my position under the covers. "Your wish is my command," he replies. He starts walking to the bed, undoing his towel.

When he gets on the bed, I shift over to him and start giving him a hand job. He taps me and says, "Skip to the part where you use your mouth." I smile and oblige him, sucking to my heart's content. He bucks against me and groans loudly.

"You're doing so gooood," he says in a breathy tone. I smirk up at him and start going down. As I continue, Noah starts to get quiet and all of a sudden, waves of cum are on my face. "You look so good with my cum on you," he says, laughing. He pushes my mouth on top of his cock. His dick completely blocks my throat, and I start to cough and choke, as I push myself off of his dick he grins at me and says, "Sorry, I couldn't help it." I smile back at him as he cleans me off with a towel, and we cuddle on the bed for the rest of the day.

#muscle #muscles #pecs #jock #college jock #college guys #soft top #soft boy #soft boi

[nicksbestie]

Nooks And Crannies - M. Sturniolo

a series

part four (read part three here)

Summary : You always seem to be somewhere in the bookstore Matt works at, never buying anything, just reading, and while Matt is technically not supposed to talk to customers for so long while he's on the clock, he can't help himself.

Warnings : none yet!

Word Count : 1254

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : sorry this one took me so long!!!

You hadn’t lied when you said that you were going to come back to The Ivy to both spend time reading new books there, but also to spend time with Matt.

It was a win for both of you, but it had now been a week since you had been to The Ivy, and Matt couldn’t deny the disappointment racked through him every time he went through an entire shift at work without seeing you there. You weren’t avoiding him, but you were trying to get settled in at your new place, get everything finished up, and it had gotten a little overwhelming trying to balance the final touches of moving and also work. It wasn’t for another two days until the weekend came around that you finally made yourself get out of the house, deciding to go back. 

You’d been holed up in your new home for days on end, only leaving for necessities, and you knew that some outside time would really do you some good, and taking a walk down to the bookstore would do perfectly. Not to mention, you would get to see Matt again, which you had been looking forward to. You’d only interacted once, but you’d had a nice conversation, and it seemed like he enjoyed talking to you as well, so you hoped he would be there today. What you didn’t know was that Saturdays were Matt’s day off, and you had decided to show up on a Saturday. 

You couldn’t deny the fact that you were slightly disappointed when you showed up and there wasn’t a familiar face in the store, but you shook it off, knowing that Matt had a life too, one that had been established where you lived for a while now. He didn’t live at the bookstore. (Matt would argue that he almost did, at this point.) You browsed for a little while, getting the same coffee from the cafe that you had gotten last time, taking your time and moving to the back of the store where the small hidden room was, hoping that nobody else would be occupying it. Having not explored the full bookshop yet, you wandered around the windows, loving the sunny cushions up right under hanging light bulbs. The place really did feel very homey.

As you made your way around, you picked up a couple of extra books, smiling to yourself when you noticed how much more relaxed you felt. You fully credited it to the fact that this was the one other place in the new city that you really felt familiar in, and that so far, you had set the bar for amazing experiences here. The more you wandered around, the more you fell in love with the place, and you noticed every spot where someone had transformed this building from whatever had previously occupied it. You could tell a lot of hard work had gone into this building, and a lot of love had poured from the hands that had created it. Always an artist, your imagination flooded with all of the possibilities of what this shop could have looked like before.

It caused beautiful scenes to flow through your mind, images of the walls being painted over with a gorgeous pastel color, someone nailing up bookshelves, the trucks of books being delivered. Glancing over at the small cafe tucked into the corner, you could see the construction of it play before your eyes, like a miniscule projector was inserted right behind them. You probably looked a little silly to anyone just passing by, as you were just standing there, letting the creativity inside your mind run wild. Shaking yourself out of it, you finished taking your slow lap around the store, and walked back to the tiny room that you had been sitting in just a week prior, wrapping your hand around the handle as you pulled the bookcase to the side, heart plummeting when you caught sight of another person inside of it. The disappointment in your mind immediately disappeared when the person sitting with their back to you turned around, hearing the slight sound of the shelf sliding open.

“Welcome back!” 

You smiled, closing the “door” behind you, setting your books and coffee down before sitting across from him.

“Matt! I thought you weren’t working today.” 

He smiled back at you, picking up one of the books from your stack, looking at the back of it. 

“I’m not. Just here to hang out for a while.” 

He handed you the book back, not saying much while you read the back of the book he had been reading before you walked in. You handed it back to him before you spoke again.

“You’d think you wouldn’t want to spend your free time in a place that you work in, but with it being this place, it makes sense.”

“I love working here, and I love being here whenever as well. It gets me out of my house, and it gives me a comfortable space to be in.”

You looked around, nodding.

“This is such a comforting little room.” 

“It is, isn’t it? I found it my first week working here when I was trying to find a place to escape questioning customers for my break.” 

He laughed a small bit after that statement, and you laughed with him. Having worked in retail before, you knew exactly what that feeling was like, and you, too, had often tried to avoid people while you were on your break. 

“It’s nice to be here, I was hoping I’d see you. I can’t lie, I was slightly disappointed when I thought you weren't working.”

Matt gave you a playful look over the edge of his pages. 

“Wow, have I got you that hooked already?” 

You rolled your eyes, the smile on your face telling him that you weren’t actually annoyed with him.

“Well, I have only lived here for a week. I have no other friends.”

“So we’re friends?” 

You looked back down at your book, embarrassment heating up your face, scared that you overstepped.

“Not if you don’t want to be.” 

His head snapped back up from where he had been reading.

“No, no, I would love that! I’m honored that I get to be the first one.”

He smiled at you, and the embarrassment slowly faded, smiling back at him, the moment interrupted by a phone ringing. Matt immediately took his phone out of his pocket, answering it. Before he picked up, you could see the name “Nick” flash across the screen, remembering that Nick was one of his brothers.

“Sorry, one second.”

You nodded, returning to your book and catching Matt’s end of the conversation, but tuning out the most of it as to give him a little bit of privacy. It wasn’t until he hung up that you tuned back in, noticing Matt was standing up.

“I’m so sorry, my brothers need help with something at home, I have to go.” 

You could see the genuine sorrow on his face, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“No worries! I’m sure I’ll catch you around. It was great to see you again!” 

He was about to leave when he turned back around, pulling one of the paper bookmarks from the store out of his pocket and scribbling on it.

“Here’s my number. Friends hang out, right? Text me.”

He left before you had a chance to say anything, leaving you with a new contact number and a smile on your face.

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[becca-e-barnes]

Not to be too filthy but the thought of dbf!bucky warning you that he's not going to pull out?? 🤤

I've been thinking about this a lot today and I really like imagining the way he'd position you however he wants you. He doesn't tell you what he wants you to do, he just guides you instead.

Because I love the thought of him pressing gently on your shoulders while he's kissing you, urging you to sink to your knees for him. You take the hint, opening your mouth while watching him undo his belt but he swears he might lose it when you press your tongue over your bottom lip.

"Good girl." He tries not to sound too breathless when he presses his slick tip to your lips, letting you taste his precum, smearing it over your waiting tongue. It's not long before you're eagerly taking all of him, sucking and licking and enjoying the weight of him in your mouth. You feel the tip press to the back of your throat and you do your very best to remember to breathe, trying to ignore your own growing arousal.

The hand on the back of your head keeps you in place while he thrusts in and out of your mouth and it's nice to just let him take for a little while. When you need to, you can press back against his hand and give yourself a break but the praise he showers you with makes it's hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing between your own legs.

"Fuck, look at you." He groans, applying a little more pressure to the back of your head and you try to stifle your gag reflex when he nudges the back of your throat once more. "Such a perfect mouth. Feels like you were made for this, weren't you, baby? You take me like such a good girl."

God, you want to agree. Something about being his good girl leaves your panties soaked and your body desperate. He treats you right. He cares about more than just your pleasure; he cares about how you're feeling, inside and outside of the bedroom. He's good to you and that simple fact makes the sex even better.

Before too long, he's pulled back from your mouth and he's holding your chin gently, encouraging you to stand up again before he presses you back onto the bed.

You whimper quietly at the feeling of his thick fingers grazing the little soaked lace panties you're wearing before he takes them off and lets them drop to the floor.

"Please." You gasp, letting your fingers drift over your soaked sex with an urgency that surprises your partner. Bucky watches as two of your own fingers slip into your cunt before you trail them up to circle your clit. He doesn't miss how they glisten, coated in evidence of your overwhelming arousal.

Relief floods you when you feel him press his tip to your entrance, letting him sink slowly into you. Nothing compares to the feeling of that first glide into your body. It's intimate but it's downright filthy at the same time.

"Best fucking girl for me." Bucky groans the words between kisses to your neck, slowly pulling out before pressing back where he belongs.

You can only whimper, fingernails digging into his back, forever urging him to fuck you harder.

"I hope you know I'm not pulling out tonight." The words make your cunt flutter with excitement and you almost wonder if he can feel it. "Feels too good. I'm going to stuff this pretty pussy full." He cradles your face in one hand, his eyes locked on yours and you're acutely aware that there's nothing you want to feel more than the gush of his cum into your body.

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[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

Question, from beat to worst, who in the Hazbincule gives the best hugs? And if it’s not too much trouble, how do each of the hugs feel like?

CRACKS KNUCKLES

I originally was gonna do a chart but no no this deserves more.

I also wouldn't call it "worst" as much as some people are less inclined to physical contact, so less likely to want to give or receive hugs.

HAZBINCULE: HUG RATINGS

1. Husk!

Yes a shocking person to put in first place, but trust me. He gives classic dad/grandpa hugs. Strong and warm and he makes that specific noise. They're never too long, but always give that sorta cozy bear hug feeling. You have to pass a certain level of friendship with him to receive them, but they're the absolute best once you do.

2. Lucifer

Again. Dad hugs!! Only Lucifer is a liiiiiittle more awkward. They might go on a little too long, hes not great at trying how long is too long. He definitely does the back pats. But still they're very comfy and shockingly warm! And you're left feeling like someone is very proud of you afterwards. Also i think he'd be willing to hug anyone who genuinely asked him for one.

3. Angel Dust

BIAS ALERT Listen i just think the extra arms give him an advantage. Hes also so fluffy. Its not the same texture as Husk, who has classic fur, but more downy. Like baby chick fluff. Hes soooo soft and cozy and all the extra arms means he can hug you and play with your hair and anything else you're into

I also think hes just a touchy person so he'd be happy to provide hugs to people hes close to. His criteria for "close enough for hugs" isn't as strict as Husks, but he still has one.

4. Charlie

My girl LOVES GIVING HUGS!!! Like her dad, she is HAPPY to hug anyone who askes (within reason. She has some nos but dw those are rare)

Her hugs are TIGHT like you slightly fear your back breaking when she does it, but they're full of SO much love and joy you can't be mad. You might end up limping a little after bc of the back pain but its worth it. She can also lift and spin ANYONE she wants to and isn't afraid to do it. Tackle hugs are a possibility. Once you've opened the flood gates for her hugs there is no going back, good luck♡

5. Sir Pentious

Awkward sweet boy. Hes very very shy about touching and hugging. He probably doesn't wanna risk making people uncomfortable, but he is DEFINITELY a hugger once you've assured him you're totally cool with it.

The snake thing makes for some nice tight hugs (maybe sometimes a little too tight but hes working on that)

6. Vaggie

My sweet girl she is. A little awkward for the most part. Shes not as openly affectionate as Charlie is, but shes also am army girl and i can absolutely see her doing those tight "army bro" hugs when she really likes someone. She has separate "family" and "friend" hugs and you can tell how she feels about someone based on how shes willing to physically touch. Her family hugs are very soft, loose, not too rough. Her friend hugs are more the "army bro" style and usually very quick.

7. Cherri Bomb

Girls a casual hugger. Shes not touchin anyone she doesn't deem a close friend tho. Angel gets hugs. Vaggie gets hugs. She will give Charlie them but be awkward about it lol

You'd have to hit a pretty high level of friendship with her to get one, and they're still pretty casual. She strikes me as a "one arm hugger" most of the time. Unless you're Sir Pentious but shhhh.

8. Niffty

It's not that she doesn't like them or anything just. Girl has absolutely NO idea what personal space is and due to tiny bug nature her hugs are more like having a small feral squirrel latch onto you for a minute before she skitters off.

Shes trying her best. They're very sweet even if they leave anyone receiving them vaugely confused.

9. Alastor.

Two words for you;

Touch. Averse.

Now, we've seen him with Mimzy! He is not against hugging! But it has to PURELY be on his time. He will only do it when HE wants to, end of story. He also much prefers if you do not hug back. Him showing any physical affection is rare, and his preference is to stay in control of it.

What do they feel like? Hm. Actually probably pretty nice. Oddly gentle, considering who we're talking about. I think whoever got one would be more in shock than anything else lol

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[coldhndss]

──★ ˙ ̟Blue Lock mini matchups! No.6, 7, and 8

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.6: @somewhere-stuck-in-the-stars

Do you know what I mean when I say your request gave me autumn/fall vibes? Like all I could imagine was a fireplace, hot cocoa, maple trees and a nice cozy cottage home (I wrote this BEFORE reading that your favourite season is fall btw :0)

So, I ended up matching you to Yukimiya Kenyu!

Initially, I actually thought of matching you to Alexis Ness, but… I couldn’t do that to you 😬

So, we know that Yukimiya is canonically a model, dresses nicely and has a calm/soft kind of aesthetic. I feel like he’d dress more of a light academia with coats and scarves, contrasting nicely with your deep jewel and earth tone attire/aesthetic. I know MBTI tests aren’t usually completely true to someone’s personality, but with you being an INTJ, I’d imagine you bring a vibe of comfort and care that not everybody does. With Yukimiya having constant worries about his wellbeing alongside playing soccer, you’d be able to be able to bring him a breath of fresh air and take his mind away from worrying too much all the time. 

For a day where the two of you go someplace together, I’d imagine he’d take you to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom, seeing as its one of the things that he’s interested in. He’d take sweet, candid photos of you, knowing the best angles to shoot from. Of course, he wouldn’t leave without getting some photos of himself. I get the feeling that he’d probably post an aesthetic reel of the trip on Instagram as well. It might spark some controversy amongst his female fans once they notice you being a little too close to him for their liking! Not that it’ll change anything between you two, of course. I have a feeling it'll just make him want to post you even more.

I think somebody like you is very in tune with other people’s emotions. Not like a psychologist or an ‘empath’ (whatever that is), and you’d be able to tell when he needs a little bit of a mood booster. You’d be a caring person who is able to watch over him and treat him with kindness that isn’t contingent on his popularity or skill.

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.6: @darthvada

I've said this before, but I don't always match people up with someone who is the exact opposite. So in this case, I decided to match you to Bachira Meguru!

Writing this matchup literally made me realise how lonely Bachira was for a majority of his time before Blue Lock (Bachira fic incoming very soon). So although he puts on an energetic and happy front most of the time, I feel like he definitely has some unspoken problems that flood his mind daily. For the most part, he's extroverted and positive most of the time, so I think he'd be able to easily get along with another person who shares the same/similar personality as him, seeing as he (alongside lots of people, but especially him) yearns to be understood by someone else, and I think you'd have no trouble bringing him that sort of comfort.

Bachira would probably love the fact that you do theatre. Seeing as he likes exciting things, I'm sure he'd definitely enjoy seeing the different characters you play and roles you partake in (I don't know much about theatre and choir so I'm sorry if you don't actually do any acting!). I'm sure he'd enjoy watching you practice. Here's a scenario that I imagined:

You've got an important play coming up, in which you take part as a person who gets rescued by a prince, king, or hero of sorts. Seeing as you don't have the male actor at your beck and call, you decide to give Bachira a call and ask him to help you. Elated, he immediately agrees and comes over to where you are. To your surprise, he's very enthusiastic, and plays the role with a lot of confidence! 'I wonder why he didn't pursue acting...' you ponder.

Seeing as the both of you are super enthusiastic about the things you're interested in, Bachira would definitely yap a lot about different soccer players, teams, which team he finds interesting, or which players he would love to go up against. He'd also be the type to spam you with reels of either incoherent memes with the most random audios, couple videos strung along with an 'us' or 'you', or edits that people make of him, with him sending '😳😳' emojis to you in response. He acts embarrassed but he secretly likes all the edits and saves them to a collection on his private lists.

Bachira would definitely love being around you at all times. He may get a bit attached sometimes, but you pay it no mind. He'd appreciate that you lend him an ear and always listen to his worries without shutting him up or making him feel worthless, seeing as others have ostracised him simply because they think he's 'weird', and that's why you'll always mean so much to him.

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.7: Anon who is super into History.

Honestly, I think this was arguably my hardest matchup. Probably because the character I ended up matching you to is always at the back of my mind (I don't hate him, I just don't really think about him at all).

So after spending ages deciding, I chose to match you to Ikki Niko! Hear me out on this one, okay?

Niko doesn't show it, but he's actually relatively passionate about the things he likes, and although he doesn't look it, he's interested in things other than soccer. Seeing as he enjoys watching Anime and is sort of a nerd in that regard, he'd definitely watch plays with you in the theatre or at home. He wouldn't really say anything to you about it at the start, but after a while, you'll find that he's randomly gotten more into it than before. I think Niko would definitely look into something that someone important to him really enjoys. That way, he can get closer to them without having to embarrass himself by asking them questions upon questions.

He also comes off to me as more of a listener than a speaker. Seeing as you enjoy talking lots and lots about the things you like, Niko would definitely sit and listen. I have a feeling that the two of you would sit on calls for hours, majority of the time would be spent with you talking about things you enjoy (aka, mainly history related things). He'd also take notes on the little things about yourself that you're interested in that you don't notice yourself talking about. Niko wouldn't want to show that he's overly into what you're saying, acting like he's doing work on his laptop over your call. It turns out that he's keeping track of what you're saying on a locked note called 'Her 🤍'.

Your comment about how someone told you that you dress like a dead grandma made me laugh 😭 however in this case its actually fine, as I don't think Niko is super big on fashion. Although he might make fun of you here and there, he's not the type to really care all that much about clothing styles. Also seeing as you say you're lazy in things which include sports, watching Niko play is just about the only thing you'd probably do in that regard. He doesn't say, but it secretly makes him super happy to know you're only watching it to see him on the field. For a little side scenario, I imagine that despite you not being overly extroverted, you might run up to him on the field after he scores the winning goal in a game, and hug him. He definitely wouldn't pry you off, but he'd get a little flustered. Though secretly he'd want everyone watching to know that he actually does have a special someone rooting for him and him only.

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[laugtherhyena]

I've seen a bunch of people draw the start of their clangen saves so i wanted to do the same! Here's the original Orangeclan cats from way back in December when i started playing this game

More info on them under the cut

Orangeclan lives in the mountain cliff and as far as backstory goes i always imagined that they used to live in caves/tunnels but a huge flood happened and their clan was decimated. Despite being pretty old when this happened Sleetfur was able to dig a way out of the cave/tunnel and save himself, his mate and Sparkblotch's family from drowning, his beavery was rewarded by starclan giving him nine lives and giving him the mission of rebuilding the clan.

Sleetstar would later scout the area after the flood passed to look for more survivors from his clan, which led to him finding and rescuing Asterswoop, Spikefreckle, Tigerbush, Forestpaw and Slightpaw. He then guided the cats to the mountain top because be believed that being all the way up there would keep the clan safe from any other natural disasters that happened down bellow.

Dont ask why they're called Orangeclan btw, i didn't out any thought on the name. I was having a lot of save problems and had 3 other clans before this one that i couldn't save and i thought it was gonna be the same for them so i didn't bother picking up a cool name and went with the first randomized option.

Now into the cats themsleves

I already talked a bit about Sleetstar but i love him so much :(, i don't get why people never pick older cats to be leaders, maybe it's different in the newer version of clangen but my guy would rarely lose lives let alone get sick or injured. He was a strong man! And a very good leader, he wals always trying to set a good example to his clanmates.

He is mates with Shadowpelt and they were very sweet, tho i don't have much to say about Shadowpelt because he died on my first timeskip and then i got sas because his last though was about growing old with Sleetstar 💔

Tigerbush was my first medicine cat and one of the only cats from this image that's still alive in current Orangeclan, i have no idea how, this man is absolute ancient and refuses to retire. Crusty old cat is only leaving the medicine den on his coffin at this point.

Spikefreckle was pretty cool? The cats liked her as a deputy and she was always looking out to the younger cats in clan, but unfortunately i also don't have much to say about her since she also died pretty early on when i send a patrol to investigate a badger den. Which sucked because she had such a cool design :(

While no cat at the start of a clangen save os related i always pictured Sparkblotch being Pigeonpelt and Fadedgaze's mother, she was very nice and spent most of her days as a sweet old lady looking over the clan's kits. Her sons are pretty cool too, Fadedgaze is very chill and Pigeonpelt is such a guy!! He's a little shy and adopted two abandoned kits that grew up to be called Doveheart and Hailhawk! Bird fam!

The there's Asterswoop who's the cat with the biggest swag around, they're full of themselves and think they're the best warrior ever. But he's not a jerk, they were always pretty helpful just a lil annoying. I absolutely love his fur pattern and it sucks ass that none of his kids got the same harsh white divide :(

Speaking of kids, they're family was kinda of a mess, they got together with an ex-loner and had two kits but quickly divorced and the ex went ton to marry Fadedgaze shortly after. Who she also had kits with and divorced to get together with another cat shortly after-

Lastly we have Forestpaw and Slightpaw who grew up to be Forestpoppy/star and Slightstreak, god there's so much to say about these two and their fucked up relationship. Being the only two young warriors in the clan there was pressure from their clanmates for them to get together and bring kits to the clan, which they did but their relationship was by no means good or healthy.

Slightstreak was a pool of negativity always complaining about everything and everyone, their son Woodkit was born around the time Forestpoppy was appointed as deputy and many times she put her job over being around for the kid, leaving Woodkit to be around his other mom most of the time, who was seemingly never satisfied or proud of anything he accomplished.

They actually divorced right after Woodshade became a warrior which was fucking hilarious to me

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[beanghostprincess]

Kaya falling in lesbians with usopp is so funny

After she leaves and during the two-year time skip he just kind of realizes that she's into girls. She has a mini crisis, how is she going to tell Usopp. She doesn't want to break "his" heart.

She receives the new bounty posters and notices usopp isn't there how sad. But there's this pretty girl she's new. She has pretty hair, soft eyes and a very prominent nose that oddly suits her. She's pretty very pretty and so familiar. It Usopp! She's a girl! a pretty one too! Alright ok crisis averted it makes sense now.

She comes back to the island to visit and Kya just runs to her arms so excited to meet her and admire how much she's changed. She's taller, stronger, look at her muscles. He hair how does she maintain it at sea (how does usopp do that tho) she's so fit so toned she's truly a warrior of the sea. She's also gorgeous HRT was nice to her, she had a nice full figure with a pretty face to match.

She couldn't help but be a little taken back by her. Usopp can say the same thing about her, she's grown up to be a very beautiful woman. They look at each other remembering all the little moments they had together before she left. Old memories start flooding back along with their feelings. They slowly closed the gap between them with a small but passionate kiss. It was their first time kissing a girl for both of them, after pulling away they gazed at each other. This was supposed to be a small visit nothing more but now they can't let go of each other.

Kaya doesn't want her to leave and Usopp doesn't want to leave. But they both know that they can't be together and the relationship wouldn't last if they tried. Usopp was about to come up with a plan but was interrupted by her captain yelling for her in the distance. Rushing her back to the ship. Kaya takes off her necklace and gives it to usopp to remember her. Usopp gives her her ponytail barrette that she got from wano. One final kiss and she's gone back at sea maybe one day they'll meet again but for now they have their memories.

AWWWWWWWWW This is so sweet. I love lesbians. Please, justice for long-distance relationships! They'll meet each other again but they know their hearts belong to each other!! I love Kaya realizing she's a lesbian and then seeing Usopp now and going "Oh, okay, crisis averted" because it's just so real-

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[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hey pookie! Im sorry for flooding your inbox lol but I’ve got another question! How do you think Jodie and my Bell (Annika/Diana) interact with each other?

So, I love this question. I've been mulling over it for days, now, because I didn't want to rush in and give a non-answer, you know?

I'll mostly speak from Jodie's perspective and how she may feel/think/interact with Annika, as I don't want to put any assumptions on your oc, however, if you want I'd be curious to hear your thoughts on this post! I think it would be nice to see if you agree with anything or don't agree!

Without further ado, though, here goes:

Within the CIA Safe House, East Berlin:

I don't know if they'd talk a lot, maybe hushed conversation here and there, when it's needed, but other than that I think their conversation would be limited. After all, Jodie feels like her every move is being scrutinised and would be unwilling to stand about chatting just because.

Adler is always watching.

Although, if Jodie became more comfortable around Annika, then their interaction in the safe house would probably be more chatty. It's all surface level, at the moment, because they're on a mission and there's work to be done.

That was an unintentional reference right there lmao

Within missions, stealth and fighting:

This is where I feel there would be some conflict - Jodie likes to be efficient, complete missions with the intention of leaving as little trace of herself as possible - in stealth she practically ceases to exist and will quietly dispatch anyone who could jeopardise her. In full blown fire fights, fist fights, you name it fights, whatever damage is made in the crossfire is not intentional. Any action she takes has to be calculated, it has to be necessary, even though in war that can't always be guaranteed. So, with Annika's carefree, I suppose, attitude toward damage, she'd probably regard the younger woman with some distaste - after missions, Jodie might voice her dislike of her way of doing things, but it would never be anything personal. Jodie would keep criticism strictly professional. For how Annika might react to that? I don't know, but Jodie wouldn't feel bad for voicing her opinion. Although, I reckon together they'd be good fighters - when Jodie gets over this difference, I feel that they share a similar ruthlessness when it comes to enemies. Now, I don't know Annika's motivations for being so ruthless with fighting is, but for Jodie it comes down to the very basic instinct of survival. It's me or them. Sometimes, in the heat of battle, you don't have time to think about the nuances of right or wrong, only whether you are going to be the one that's breathing by the end of the interaction. Together, I think they have that survival instinct that would bounce of each other.

Overall:

I feel like their interactions would be complicated, as they are very different people. I don't think they'd hate each other, but I don't think they would be the best of friends - in the nature of their job, can they afford to be 'best friends' anyway? I know that Jodie would respect Annika. After all, they are cut from the same cloth, and of their respective narratives they have both be fucked over by everyone around them. She'd respect Annika because she's survived and continues to survive, much like what Jodie has. It takes a strong type of person to persevere.

Hope this is alright @walder-138! <3

Like I say, feel free to add your thoughts - I'd love to know what you think!!

Goose out~

#call of duty #black ops cold war #russell adler #cod bell #gooseanswers #cod bell oc #walder 138 #jodie hall #annika voronova

[golden-rats]

Prompt: Swiss x Rain - bathtub encounter - that is all.. everything is flooded.

I'm so very sorry it took so long! It's not my best but I tried getting myself out of a little art/writers block. I hope you'll enjoy regardless :)

Words: 1.2 k Warnings: NSFW so MDNI Tags: Bathtub sex, no preparation, crying

Oh how Rain loved bubble baths. Especially after a full weekend of practice and shows. It was his time to wind down. Just getting soaked in all the warm water, sweet scented petals floating alongside the fluffiest white foam, aromatic candles being lit all around him. This was peace. 

If they didn't all share a community bathroom. Well, at least that was the only one with a tub. They all had their own little bath connected to their rooms. But it was mainly used to get ready in the mornings, not very spacious.

Usually that wasn't an issue. They could lock the room and it rarely happened that multiple ghouls wanted to use it at the same time. 

Of course it was different today. And to the water ghouls surprise, Swiss stood in the doorframe. Naked. Well, he did have a towel around his waist. But Rain refused to let his eyes wander down deeper than his chest. Covering his face with his hands. Why? It's not like he hasn't seen everything the ghoul had to offer. Felt it even. But somehow this felt.. private? It was unexpected.

"Ah shit, sorry. Didn't know you were in here Rainy." Turning right around to leave, his hand lingered on the door handle for a bit too long. Glancing over his shoulder to the blushing water ghoul. Wanting to catch a last glimpse. 

Shaking his head, hair loosely tied up with a few strands framing his delicate face, Rain took down his hands. "It's alright! Uhm… The tub is big enough for two, you know. I mean, if you want to. It's fine if not. I wouldn't mind. If you don't mind."

Swiss lips curved into a smile. Crossing his arms in front of him as he turned around. Eyeing the ghoul as he stepped closer. Slowly. "My my, I didn't think you'd be into that, Rainy." He was just teasing. Getting his friend flustered was too easy.

"Oh shut up Swiss.." Rain could barely hide a smile. Shifting his position to make some space for the other. He let the towel drop from his hips onto the ground. Stepping into the warm water and lowering himself between the water ghouls legs. Leaning back against his chest.

"You really know how to set up a relaxing bath.. Must be nice to never run out of hot water eh?"

Rain wrapped his arms around him and buried his face in Swiss hair. Letting out a content sigh. Feeling the multi ghouls chest rise and fall under his touch. Swiss hands tracing patterns on his thighs, raising goosebumps wherever his fingers ghosted over. His head falling to the side, resting on Rains shoulder. The small ghoul kissing his neck, feeling the pulse beat under his lips.

"Mhm~ Rainy you're driving me mad with this, you know that, right?"

"Maybe." A soft giggle against his skin. The embrace tightening.

Swiss shook his head lightly. A grin spreading across his lips. Pressing his lower body more against the other ghoul. Teasing. And immediately noticing the desired effect. Feeling Rain rolling his hips. Water swaying around them. 

The multi ghoul let his tail trail up. Across the stomach behind him. Over his chest. The tip flicking against sensitive nipples. Drawing a surprised yelp from the sweet ghoul, followed by a shuddering exhale. 

"Swiss I-" He was cut off by the hands of the mentioned ghoul reaching for his. Guiding them down until he could feel between his legs.

"You see what you're doing to me Raincloud?"

A blush tinted the water ghouls cheeks and the tips of his ears a nice purple against his soft blue skin. Grabbing at the hardening dick before him. Feeling his own still pressed against Swiss' behind. 

"Will you help me with that?"

A nod.

Then the multi ghoul smiled once more.

"That's my sweet boy.." 

And with that, he turned around. Maybe a bit too quickly, letting water splash over the sides of the tub. Leaning over and placing his hands left and right of Rains head on the wall tiles. Flustering the little guy even more.

Then he sealed their lips. It was a careful kiss. Growing passionate with time. Working together with hands roaming over the towering ghouls chest. Rain spread his legs so his lover could fit between them more comfortably. Their dicks touching as Swiss came closer. Drawing a soft whimper from Rain, caught in their kiss.

The water ghoul lifted his hips slightly. An invitation. Taken almost to quickly as an arm snaked around his waist. Supporting him while simultaneously dragging him closer to the other.

"You're so good little one. I'll reward you by turning you into a puddle."

Rains hands gripped tightly onto the shoulders above him. 

"Surely you don't mind taking me fully right away?"

The smaller ghoul couldn't even answer. His lips parting in a silent moan as he felt the tip entering him. This angle made him feel too much too quickly. He held on, squeezing his eyes shut as tears were forming in their corners. Swiss was sinking deep, filling him, stretching him. It hurt. But it was a good type of pain. Mixing with arousal and pleasure. The water mimicked their movements. It even seemed to start bubbling as the multi ghoul started to move. Reflecting the bubbling feeling arising in Rains chest and stomach.

“S-Swiss…” It came out half a sob, half a moan. It was incredibly erotic. Turning Swiss on more than it probably should. Increasing the speed of his thrusts. Waiting for a second every time he reached the end. Letting Rain warm him.

Claws started to dig in and break his skin. The little ghoul desperately trying to stay grounded. Hold onto. Drawing a growl from the multi ghoul. The rhythm of his thrusts stayed the same, yet they got deeper. More harsh.

The air around them filled with thin fog. As Rain got stimulated more and more, his body temperature rising, his mind clouded and dizzy, voice getting raspy- The water ghoul turned the bathwater into steam. Getting carried away. “You like that baby? You wanna come?”

He nodded.

“Use your words princess. You have a mouth. I heard those pretty sounds.”

“P-Please…” Another thrust.

“Please what?”

And another.

“...Let me come. Please l-let me come!”

And another.

That was all he needed to hear. Additional to the bucking and rolling of his hips, one hand reached down and closed around the twitching cock between them. Pumping steadily, squeezing lightly. Stroking his thumb over the slit. Along the veins. Pressing under the head.

Feeling the trembling and shuddering beneath his touch, Rain tightening around him. It helped Swiss nearing his own orgasm. Their moans syncing.  The bathroom floor was a mess at this point. Flooded like Rains insides. The multi ghouls hot cum spreading. Barely feeling the others leaking. 

Kissing him again and again. Stroking Rain through his climax. Soaking in every little sound and motion. 

As they both came down from their high, their lips parted. Looking into each others eyes. Breathless panting. Smiling. Their adventure was short but satisfied all their needs. And they were in a perfect position to clean up.

At least themselves. The rest of the room would be an issue for later. Once the steam lifted and they could feel their legs again.

#It's getting steamy #Literally #Rain crying does things to me #He's perfect #Ficlet? #the band ghost #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #no beta we die like our innocence

[archived-and-moving]

keefe and/or sokeefe <33

oh summer.... sorry you're getting a 1989 song too it's just kind of what they are to me.

hmm let's do my boy Keefe first though!

No Lullaby by SIAMES

What's the meaning when you have a broken home, home, home?

Where's the love when you were left on your own?

So alone.

//

Who said you're on your own?

First mood of Keefe Sencen: get this man some found family right the fuck now. Idk! I think that this song is such a good representation of Keefe's mentality on stuff.

He thinks of himself as broken and unlovable, and pushes the people who care most about him away. He doesn't recognize his achievements and what he's done and who he's around because of the way he's been raised.

He doesn't know how to love or be loved because he believes himself to be alone.

So I think that's why the last line of this song, the 'who said you're on your own?' is so important. He deserves to be loved more than anything.

Just a nice little comfort that he's getting in these later canon books for ya.

Toes by Glass Animals

I'm a man, I'm a twisted fool

My hands are twisted too

//

All I ever want

Is breaking me apart

It's really important to me that we acknowledge that Keefe does have a side to him that's less morally correct. I think he deserves to be selfish and anything that says he isn't fucked up is so wrong.

He's a poor little meow meow and I think he should be unhealthy. That's all. This song's sound captures that so much more than a lot of the lyrics do, but I still think these lyrics do it pretty well. He tries to be mysterious mysterious and he's fucked up and the delivery shows that.

Head Full Of Doubt/Road Full Of Promise by The Avett Brothers

And there was a kid with a head full of doubt

So I'll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out.

//

There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light

And I'm frightened by those who don't see it

This song is so very special to me, and it goes to Keefe because of how much I project onto him /hj

In reality it's just such a powerful song to me. It's so moving and reflective and that's the way I want Keefe's arc to go. To be able to grow and change and turn around to see how far he's come. He hasn't made it, but he's getting there.

He's alive, and he's loved, and that's what he needs.

Ok! Sokeefe!!

This Love by Taylor Swift

Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost

//

When you're young, you just run

But you come back to what you need

I was going to apologize but no! 1989 by Taylor Swift and Sokeefe give me the same vibes so I will not say sorry. Both the ship and this album are some kind of nostalgia for me. Like driving in a car during summer, all of your worries and regrets vanishing as you try to let everything you've been through wash away.

Sokeefe to me is that heavy feeling you get in August. It's that sweet smile that turns sad, it's watching the sun go down ignoring that it'll come back up again and what comes next. They're taking the moment to laugh instead of to cry. They remind themselves that there is something good and carefree in this world.

Soap by The Oh Hellos

I think that you're worth keeping around

I think that you're worth holding onto

//

It's gonna hurt like hell

But we're gonna be well

I'll give you my best shot

They just! Idk they're joyous and they're so much more than romantic. That's what I love about sophie and keefe. I think they're so much more than a romantic relationship could ever give them. They are best friends and worst enemies and when they look into the mirror they see one another. They counter act each other. They are just. Idk man!

Either way, this song is just so uplifting but also there's something about it. Just reminds me of them.

#longpost #kotlc #tobi talks too much #asks #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #i dont have enough pheasable thoughts to be able to be like 'oh this is why and this too' for these songs but also. #farewell wanderlust by the amazing devil and little talks by of monsters and men

[roththeprimordial]

The Visit (Avatar: Distorted Reality Short Story)

(This is a short story meant for those who read the fanfiction 'Distorted Reality'. If you haven't read the original fanfic, this short story will be confusing to you)

At the end of Avatar: The Last Airbender: Distorted Reality, Aang manages to defeat Water Emperor Hakoda and is forced to return back to his home reality, permanently. Leaving behind the new friends he made there, and leaving his love distorted Azula behind. He then returns to his home reality, defeating Phoenix King Ozai and Firelord Azula. Ozai and Azula are both imprisoned as Aang visits Firelord Azula in prison.

The creaky door to the cell opened up as light flooded the previously dark room.

The 16 year old Avatar looked around the bare cell room, only to see dull stone walls and a dull stone floor with several thin cracks running across it. There was the sound of a dripping noise from somewhere in the room, however, Aang wasn't able to see it.

At the opposite end of the cell, Aang's eyes finally laid upon the ex-Firelord and princess of the Fire Nation sitting on the ground with her wrists chained up above her head and her ankles chained together, preventing her from firebending.

Even her mouth had a specialized tiger mask strapped to her face to prevent her from breathing fire.

Her raven dark hair was in a mess and her golden hawk-like eyes that were full of venom and hatred were staring mindlessly at the floor before her.

As Aang looked down at the sad young woman, he couldn't help but compare her to the girl that he knew from another world. Azula, the distorted Azula. The beautiful firebending girl who was strong, protective, fiercely loyal, and loving.

The woman before Aang had none of the same warm and inviting aura the distorted Azula had, she was the complete opposite. Aang had no choice but to remind himself over and over again how this Azula was not the one he came to love. Even though she had the same voice and face as the one he loved.

"Azula, good afternoon." Said Aang in an official tone, attempting to remove any level of emotion from his voice when speaking to Azula. Not wanting to show a single ounce of fear or anxiety that a master manipulator like her could take advantage of.

Azula stopped staring a the floor, as she turned her golden eyes up to look at Aang. The eyes of a hateful sad little monster.

"Oh, greetings Avatar. How nice of you to take time out of your busy schedule to visit me in prison. Would you like some tea? Maybe a glass of water? You are a guest here after all." Said Azula with her voice so obviously full of falsehoods. It made Aang sick as he walked forward and looked down at Azula.

"Azula, you should count yourself lucky. You AND your father. You two have absolutely devastated the balance of the world. You two have destroyed countless homes, cities, and people. And, you've directly taken the lives of... people who were very close to me..." Said Aang as he did his very best to keep a stone-like expression, and not show an ounce of weakness.

"I not only let you live, but I also decided to let you keep your bending. For whatever that's worth..." Said Aang as he turned his eyes away from the psychotic girl who looked at him and smirked similar to that of a shark that's about to feed.

"Oh... I am so honored and lucky, thank you, Avatar. And even though I took your friends lives, you still decided to be the bigger person. Your just as weak as ever before..." Said Azula with a smirk, trying to find a way to get under Aang's skin.

Despite Azula's attempts, Aang remained stoic as he sat down several feet in front of Azula and crossed his legs.

"Azula, I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. I didn't just come here to talk..." Said Aang as he looked down at his lap and pausing for a moment. Still having a hard time of looking Azula in the eyes directly.

"You were there in the distorted reality, in spirit. This world's Sokka had influence on the distorted Sokka, this world's Zuko had an influence on the distorted Zuko, Katara had an influence on the distorted Katara... And you had an influence on the distorted Azula..." Said Aang, as he gulped before he continued.

"You were the devil on her shoulder, you whispered terrible things into her ears. You tried to force her to do horrible things. You DID make her to horrible things. But despite that, she still fought to do the right thing and ignore your words of evil. Despite the fact that it was pure agony for her..." Said Aang, as he finally looked up and looked at Azula in the eyes. Azula looked back and smirked.

"When I first went to the distorted reality... I was scared of her, I HATED her, because of what you did. But, later on I realized she was nothing like that. She may have been arrogant, but she proved to be a wonderful person..."

"Hahaha, oh, I get it. You miss your little girlfriend. The water tribe peasant rejected you, so you ran into the arms of the first girl who showed you any form of kindness. She was weak, a weak and pathetic version of me, who didn't have the guts to do what needed to be done... I whispered into her ear because I wanted to make her BETTER..." Spat Azula, like a cobra spitting venom.

"You underestimate her, Azula. She was one of the strongest people I've ever known. You just wanted to manipulate her because you get a kick out of hurting others. For your own sadistic pleasure..." Said Aang, as his stone mask started to slip away, as he showed the true anger that was lying beneath.

Azula smirked at this, as she spoke again.

"You know, I may not be her exactly, but I look the part and I sound the part, don't I?" Aang looked at Azula with a confused look.

"I CAN be her... If you want me to be. If you release me from my imprisonment, we could run away together. Maybe live somewhere, even start a family? I've been in the other Azula's head, I know what she liked, what she wanted. And she wanted the same thing. I CAN be her, Avatar. Just release me, and I can be the same as her..." Stated Azula with a mocking smile.

Aang turned away from Azula again, has he tried to hold back the tears that were about to seep down his cheeks.

"Azula... STOP..."

"Why? What's the difference? I can be just as good as her, she's just some stupid girl..."

"NO SHE'S NOT!" Yelled Aang as he turned to her as Azula's eyes widened in surprise for a moment. He unleashed a gust of air as he yelled in anger.

For a moment, she thought Aang went into the Avatar State, only to see that it was false. Azula smiled even wider, knowing that she managed to get under his skin.

Aang's eyes widened as he realized what Azula just did, as he closed his eyes and turned away from her.

"There it is... There's that anger..." Azula said with a psychotic giggle.

After taking a breath, Aang turned back to her with a new stoic expression on his face. Not showing a single ounce of emotion, yet again.

"You and the distorted Azula are very different in many ways. But, you are still the same person. I told Azula, the distorted Azula, about you. I hated you, for a long time. I hated how cruel and evil you were, I hated how you killed me with a bolt of lightning, I hated how you killed my friends. I may have even hated you more then Ozai. But, even through all of that, there was a part of me that felt sorry for you. The other Azula had her brother, her uncle, her father... And her mother. They loved her, and cherished her. But you, you had nobody... Your mother was afraid of you, your uncle, your brother. Even your father saw you as a tool, you were alone. And despite the grandiose speeches you made, and your blue flames and everything else you had, you refused to acknowledge that you were a kid. Your hurt and alone. And despite all the horrible things you've done, you still deserve help."

"That is why I'm offering you a chance, there is a program that can help you. That can rehabilitate you. I'm offering you this because I literally SEEN the potential in you Azula. I saw you, another you who was happy with friends and family, an Azula who fought on the side of good, the Azula who was strong and loyal... I believe in you Azula, I believe you can become better. You don't HAVE to be here, you don't HAVE to be alone, please..."

A moment of silence passed through the cell, before Azula finally spoke.

"She's gone, get over it. You will never see her again, the two of us may have shared the same face, but I am NOT her. Nor will I ever be. Not to mention, I'd rather get struck by lightning then even THINK about being with a weak airbending nomad like you. I promise you Avatar, when I get out of here, I'll KILL all your other little friends, including my traitorous brother, that little water tribe peasant, and YOU... Do you understand, Avatar? I will NEVER change!" Hissed Azula, followed by a psychotic laugh of her own as Aang sat there with his poker face, processing everything Azula just said.

"You can't manipulate me, Azula..." Azula's eyes widened in surprise and anger as she watched Aang stand back up.

"For years, I've abandoned many of the ways of my people. I've stolen, eaten meat, and worse... I will keep them alive through their philosophies of peace and forgiveness. I want to help you Azula, but if you don't want it, that's your choice..." Aang turned around as he walked back to the open metal door.

"Just remember, the offer is still on the table. Goodbye, Azula." Said Aang as he walked out of the cell as a guard closed the door and locked it.

As Aang walked far enough down the hall, where he didn't see or hear anyone else, he slammed his fist into a nearby wall, and started to cry.

'I love you Azula... I always will...'

#Avatar #avatar the last airbender #ATLA #avatar distorted reality #Aang #Azula #alternate ending #tragic #fanfiction #fanfic #Azulaang

[davidmariottecomics]

Braindead

Hello hello again! 

This will be another quick update as I'm very tired! 

We are officially back from our back-to-back(-to back) conventions! Last time, I talked a little bit about the AZ Comic Book Arts Festival, which was a great comic creator focused show. I'll say it again and again: it was awesome doing a show devoted to comics and comic art, because as much as I love the many other expressions of pop culture, sometimes it's nice to really focus on comics and the people who make them. 

Also in the between times, Becca and I made a trip out to Dallas, TX, for them to table at WaifuExpo. This week's blog includes a little photodump from that trip, though if you want to see more, they're over on my Instagram and Becca's Twitter! It was our first 18+ show and it was a lot of fun! Some brief stories to share: 

The Weather! Much like the previous week, we're leaving San Diego, and get out to the mountains and there's snow! Fortunately, again, we pretty much missed having to drive in it--it was piled by the sides of the road, but the roads themselves had been cleared. But it's still kind of unexpected and glad we get through it safely. Things are pretty uneventful until we get to TX--a bit of rain, a bit of wind, whatever. Our first morning in TX, at our halfway point hotel, the snow has caught up to us, but again, doesn't really last and we don't have to drive through it. The rest of the trip that day, we go from snow to rain to winds so strong we couldn't pick anything up at a gas station because we didn't have cash on hand and the wind had knocked out their internet to a dust storm that is fortunately thin enough that we can safely drive through it, but large enough that we were going through it for a couple of hours. We get to Dallas and back into the rain. We finally get to our hotel and... the rain's so bad, it's knocked the power out entirely. They have a sister location a few blocks over that does have power that can send us to, but it's a helluva way to start the stay. And the next morning, we get the full picture of how bad it was: some roads had flooded in the night and a tornado had gone through the area like just before we had arrived. The trip back was a lot less eventful, just kinda rainy, but seems like we hit almost every weather event we could on the way out. 

The Cash Box! We weren't staying in the hotel that the convention was being held at, we were at another one in town, about 15-20 minutes away. Not a bad distance, but definitely not something we'll be doing again if we do this show, because on Sunday morning, I think, we pull into the parking lot for the show. We start to get out and head over with just a couple minutes before the floor opens... and I realize we forgot the cash box and therefore can't do any sales. Becca goes to set-up and I get back in the car to go back to our hotel and grab it. I do just that, get back to the show parking lot... and I've only grabbed the cash box, but not the cash box key. So I had to do the trip AGAIN. Finally, I get back like an hour after the show's opened and fortunately everyone who had wanted something was super lovely and swung back by once we could do sales, but sure took a while! 

The Bunny Suit! One of the fun things the con did was theme days for anyone wanting to come in cosplay. Saturday's theme was bunny suits and people really went all out. Becca went as bunny Bulma from Dragon Ball and we got a few pics of them with other bunny Bulma cosplayers, which is fun. But the other thing that was very fun, is clearly so many people at this show got the bunny suit memo at the same time and acquired their costumes at the same time: I swear, 1 out of 4 bunny cosplayers was wearing the exact same body that Becca got, so we all got to joke about that! 

I'll be excited to see how that show grows next year and in the years to come! 

And yesterday I made a brief trip to TFCon LA to see a bunch of my TF friends, many of whom only get out my way once a year or so. I completely failed at taking any pictures there, but it was nice to see so many folks! 

What I enjoyed this week: Blank Check (Podcast), Honkai Impact (Video game), Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo (Anime), sleeping in my own bed (eventually), how cuddly the cats were after we got back, Poker Face (TV show), Perfect Match (Trash TV), my very interesting Twitter poll about if folks want to see more adult, 18+ content in their physical comics (short answer: overwhelmingly yes), seeing old friends and making new ones, uhh... probably other stuff, but again, braindead from tired. 

New Releases this "week" (3/1/2023 & 3/8/2023): Sonic the Hedgehog #58 (Editor) Godzilla Rivals: Mothra vs. Titanosaurus (Editor)

New Releases next week (3/15/2023): Sonic the Hedgehog: The IDW Collection, Vol. 3 (Editor) The Kill Lock: The Artisan Wraith TPB (Editor) 

Announcements:  Two real quick ones and then we'll get to the pictures! 

WonderCon 2023: I'll be at WonderCon. Right now, my schedule is still pretty open, so if you'll be around and want to meet up, please drop me a line. I will not be at any particular booth, so the earlier we can figure things out, the better! 

The new popculturepunk.com is coming! Becca's working on a shop-update now that we've got a break in cons we're tabling at as ourselves, but it's also going to be a slight update on the overall site. Hoping to have that live later today/tomorrow, but TBD! 

Pics of the Week: Picture dump from our trip! Featuring me, Becca, some cute cosplayers & guests, and some really giant packs of fireworks! 

#waifuexpo #rebeccaann #popculturepunk #photo dump #mt lady #sexy eggman #bunny bulma #dallas #jonah scott #maid denji #fireworks #convention season #tfcon

[sierrasanator]

I posted 846 times in 2022

That's 814 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 842 of my posts in 2022

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#art - 77 posts

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Longest Tag: 85 characters

#and also i check how hot it’s going to be so i plan on staying indoors all day or not

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Day one of flooding you with gloomy and/or automny/wintery photos aka Sierra's advent calendar. Since I have seven days to make up for, here's the first four photos and this afternoon you'll have three more!

Firstly, the same view from my terrace with the fog retreating:

(The fog is nice, but for biking purposes I prefer the second one, when you can actually see the road) And some brown-leafed trees I saw this weekend walking to the city center and from my work office:

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4 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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Day 8 of Sierra's Advent calendar!

Today my bike didn't feel like working so I had to take the bus. That meant going to the city center which I wouldn't normally do in a weekday. But the positive side is that, while waiting, I went for a walk to warm up a little bit (2C and windy today) and so I took a photo of the Prefecture with some brown leafs (which as we already know is one of our themes)

Oo that weather sounds wonderful. I’m sorry about your bike though! I really should get mine fixed so I can ride around more. Also, that building is gorgeous! What is it for? I’ve never heard of a Prefecture before.

5 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Day 1 part 2 as promised!

So continuing with the brown leafs theme. Walking to the bus I found a leaf mountain that I would positively have kicked if I wasn't too near to my university where one of my students would have seen me. But the temptation was very strong.

The second photo I took when I was actually near my place and I could safely kick some leaves but it wasn't as satisfying, volume wise. Bonus: I've had those shoes since 2015 and they're quite beaten up, but I love them so much that I still wear them when it isn't raining and only when it's not raining because they may or may not have a few holes.

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[the-firebird69]

Now the storm from the Ian hurricane is going to be about the same time as the storm from the boats and ships coming down it's going to be a little ahead of it but either one can cause that tornado action that's really what it is. And that's going to happen Thursday early in the morning to morning from what they're saying what's really places at the incident of the the robbery would be early Thursday morning daybreak and the robbery movie heat would occur on Wednesday early Wednesday morning it would start and that would mean dumb and dumber will be tomorrow into tomorrow night and into early morning Wednesday. And it's good and it'll work for us and it means though that the letter would be taken at that time from Utah tomorrow and it would leave the following morning and that the movie heat the robbery would take place in boy is it a huge deal and that money would go east somehow don't know how it gets there really and we may have missed a little bit of a time frame item where it so Wednesday night would be die hard and die hard 2. That's why I love him he remembered it fixed it.

Hera

That was really nice and succinct and people will like that

There are tons of people wanted to know what he's saying saying yes to eat and it's about time so we're going to start this up and I was saying the saucer thing is working and that they're grabbing them and the scene what else is happening and Star Trek has started up again the building them anyways but they're going down there for ships or to stop them from having them and they are getting close to grabbing some and they are making a lot of Star Trek ships and cork is making Star blazers tons of them so they're going to have enough to hold off a fleet for a while and it should make the storm a little bit better and they should be able to stop it if not we're going to lend a hand can't have him flooded out. And we're clearing out obstructions down there and that would make it more clear and we ready for the storm and we will not going to be in Tommy ever thought it would work and that's why I was thinking about wicked garden and More in Stone Temple pilots songs. By the time Thursday rolls around early a.m. we should be down to 40 millibars and as the Appalachian is Phil they're going to just emptying and more diamonds will be pushed down and those will be taken. And the flow should only bring it to 50 so the state should still be draining it's actually very good it's really overstuffed we calculate his area should shrink maybe an inch which won't be noticeable and everything else right at the same time and there's a whole bunch of areas in Florida like that there's only a few that will be a disaster and usually in the middle nobody knows it's all Marsh so send me that bad and it should be sick only about a foot in most areas unfortunately where it will sink the most would be the glades and some of it will be under sea level and we don't recommend filling it it's just going to sink and pressurize

So make it might be kind of boggy down there and it's going to be gross and full of bugs it already is maybe they should fill it it's going to look at that and see what it is and send our recommendations

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