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records-of-dirt · 2 months
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PNW Gardening Resources
Books
Northwest Gardener's Handbook by Pat Munts & Susan Mulvihill
Northwest Home Landscaping by Roger Holmes & Don Marshall
Growing Vegetables West of the Cascades by Steve Solomon
PDFs
GardenSmart Oregon, a Guide to Non-Invasive Plants
The Meadowscaping Handbook
Growing Your Own, Growing Vegetables in Oregon
Portland Plant List
Native Host Plants & Butterflys Willamette Valley
Guide to Collecting Wildflower Seed
The Oregon Rain Garden Guide
Native Plants for Willamette Valley
Guidelines for Environmentally Friendly Trails
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Backyard Habitat
Oregon Master Gardener Program
The Meadow Project
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PNW Flowers Database
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"And so the Hawaiians look at all of nature as important, and they look at the signs of nature as messengers coming from their family who has passed on. Signs come in rainbows, double rainbows, odd forms of clouds, they read the roll of the waves and some of the waves are signs that they look at, you know. Those are things that the Hawaiian needs to be aware of in order to fulfill its connectedness to, you know, to its ancestors that have passed on.
So we cannot separate ourselves to the trees, we cannot separate ourselves from the waves and the ocean, from the clouds and its cloud forms, from the mountains and the hills, the animals from the limu, to the pipipi, to the kūpe‘e, you know, to the manō, to the pueo, to the ‘i‘iwi, to the ‘o‘o, all of these are all signs upon which we had better be aware of, because it is through them that we get messages from our ancestors."
"Oh yeah, sharks do. Sharks, the significance of a shark, especially with the niuhi, the tiger and the white shark, they were compared to as chiefs. Kamohoali‘i, who was the brother of Pele, was a shark. That was his form, his other kinolau or his other form was a shark. Because of the ferocity. The same kind of attitude of absorbing and taking all with no consciousness to end result, the main thing is to consume. The same attitude is compared, comparing the shark to love. It’s all consuming. To the point where one cannot think consciously to what is being done. And so the Hawaiians have a saying:
Kūpau wau i ka manō ka manō nui ka manō nui kūpau wau i ka manō.
And it means, “I am finished to the big shark, all consumed by the big shark, I am finished.” It doesn’t mean he’s dead because the shark bit him. It means he is so deeply in love that he doesn’t know how to think, you know? So shark has that other side of its attitude that is used by the Hawaiians to describe the all consuming idea, without consciousness. And that is funny that the Hawaiians would also compare that to love. But they did that because they knew nature. Hurricane ‘Iniki, all consuming, it has no bearing on who’s the chief or who’s the commoners, you know. It’s all consuming. Hawaiians understood that, and they used that kind of proverbial idea, and I just use that to illustrate the insight and connectedness with nature. But in relation to the shark, that is how it is really used."
x. Parley Kanaka'ole, "Hawaiian Waters: House of the Shark"
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eleanorfenyxwrites · 2 years
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Soldier, Poet, King
Part 1
[AO3] [Masterpost]
Should I have started a whole-ass multichapter Pacific Rim/Iron Widow inspired 3zun fic when I have multiple writing event assignments I also need to be doing? I dunno, y'all tell me 😅
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There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword, he will tear your city down, o lei, o lai, o lord
There will come a poet whose weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue, o lei, o lai, o lord
There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei, o lai, o lord
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“Did you hear the broadcast this morning?”
“You know I can’t hear shit out on the bay floor, I’ve been working on repairs all damn day. What’s up?”
Jin Guangyao calmly eats his awful canteen food as he listens to the stream of gossip flow around him, one ear permanently listening out for anything he can use. Of course he knows what the latest gossip is bound to be about - it’s big news in the shatterdome to acquire new pilots at all at such an advanced stage in the war against the Kaiju, and this latest is no ordinary set. Naturally, Jin Guangyao had spearheaded the efforts to recruit them, though just as naturally all the credit for doing so will go to the shatterdome’s benefactor instead of him.
No matter. He has his eye on a bigger picture than simple recruitment, though he knows not to neglect this crucial first step, either.
“Oh fuck off,” the mechanic snorts in disbelief. Jin Guangyao turns his head enough to get a glimpse in time to see the man viciously stab at some indeterminate mushy vegetable on his tray. “There’s no way in hell they got the Jades to come here, you’re so full of shit!”
“They did!” the first person retorts loudly enough to be heard clearly over the clatter of cutlery and the rumbling of too many voices in the echoing space. “I swear, they announced it this morning! And not just the Jades but over half the crews from Tokyo - I’m talking pilots, researchers, ground crew, everybody. Jin Guangshan finally threw enough of his money at Wen Ruohan to get him to agree to it, I guess.”
“Hey, keep it down,” the mechanic hushes instantly. “I’d like to keep my job, if you don’t mind.” They lapse into silence and Jin Guangyao returns to eating his own meal in peace. “How in the hell did they get the Jades?!” the mechanic suddenly bursts out a scant few minutes later and Jin Guangyao sighs, resigning himself to getting involved. He stands and turns, the pair’s eyes immediately landing on him as he offers them his best, most dimpling customer service smile.
“I asked very nicely,” he tells them with a sickening honey-sweet tone, and then he turns to go without another word. The smile drops from his face the moment he’s in the hallways, relatively deserted at this hour, and he doesn’t bother worrying about word of his involvement spreading.
He spends the rest of the evening in his room preparing mentally for the plan finally stretching out ahead of him, the first move on the chessboard already made. It’s only a matter of time now until he can get what he wants, and he goes to sleep that night at lights out with satisfaction sitting comfortably heavy in his chest.
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Lan Xichen has never truly been comfortable with the hero worship of Jaeger pilots. He understands it, naturally, and were he not a pilot he would likely be caught up in a little bit of it himself - he has never once claimed to be immune to dashing men who are good with their fists or their brains (fighting the Kaiju is about strategy as much as it is brute force, after all). But he is a pilot - one of the best in the world, according to numerous lists of such things - and so the glamor of it is long gone. There is nothing at all glamorous about ripping sentient beings limb from limb, or contributing to the destruction of millions of homes and jobs on the rare occasions their fights leave the safety of the ocean.
Still. He knows that the citizens protected by their newest shatterdome have their reasons for the awe they express when he and the rest arrive from the Tokyo ‘dome. They arrive in armor, as the easiest way to transport the Jaegers from one ‘dome to the next had been to pilot them, and Lan Xichen knows that he and his brother cut an intimidating figure in their snow-white Jaeger suits, hair long and unbound down their backs. It’s an unavoidable irritation for the both of them to be made a spectacle of, but Lan Xichen handles it better than Lan Wangji ever has.
He smiles, smiles, smiles into camera flashes and cheering crowds, Lan Wangji a serious, stone-faced pillar at his side, and neither of them breathe a word of Lan Wangji’s fast-approaching retirement when asked about their plans to help lift the Shanghai shatterdome out of its recent slew of lackluster battles.
Though they’re the stars of this latest news development, the attention eventually moves from them to their fellow pilots who have left Tokyo with them, and Lan Xichen can finally breathe a sigh of relief as Wei Wuxian grabs the attention with deft hands, his gregariousness and charming arrogance a finely honed tool for exactly this purpose. His siblings flank him, the three of them a novelty of their own in their matching purple and black armor, and as they stop for their own photo-ops Lan Xichen slips away with his brother in tow to get inside away from the crowds.
“Zewu-Jun, Hanguang-Jun,” a smooth voice greets as soon as they’re under the cover of the warehouse roof, and they turn in unison to find a young man standing in front of them in a pale yellow jumpsuit he somehow manages to make look as smart as a suit and tie. “My name is Jin Guangyao. Welcome to Shanghai.”
The name taps at something in the back of Lan Xichen’s mind, and after a moment of chasing the sensation he smiles more genuinely and folds into a shallow bow, Lan Wangji doing the same beside him. “Ah of course, I heard we have you to thank for our transfer orders. We appreciate your trust in our capabilities.” Jin Guangyao’s expression is openly surprised for less than the space of a heartbeat when they straighten again, but Lan Xichen has had a lifetime of reading his brother (both from outside and inside his head) - there likely aren’t many microexpressions he could miss.
“I assure you I had only a minimal hand in the effort, but your accomplishments speak for themselves, of course.” Jin Guangyao recovers smoothly. “As soon as the others join us I will show you to your new quarters and introduce you to the powers that be - Jin Guangshan’s duties would not permit him to greet you in person, he sends his apologies.”
Lan Xichen, who has heard nothing good about Jin Guangshan’s work ethic, merely smiles and nods his understanding. He’s fairly sure Jin Guangshan couldn’t give two shits about whether they were greeted or not, but he knows all about maintaining appearances. They don’t have to wait long before Wei Wuxian is ushering his siblings into the building ahead of himself, turning to say one final goodbye to the reporters before the doors shut and seal tightly - and all three Jiang siblings practically melt with relief.
“Good gods this place is insane,” Wei Wuxian laughs as he stretches his arms above his head and then behind his back, his attempt to touch his elbows together at his spine making his outdated suit creak ominously. “You’d think they’ve never seen a pilot before! Doesn’t the Peacock go swanning around town regularly enough to keep them all satisfied?”
“Fresh meat is always of interest,” Jin Guangyao reports, clipped and businesslike. Lan Xichen coughs gently to hide a chuckle that doesn’t hold much amusement anyway; ‘fresh meat’ is a very apt descriptor for how they’ve been treated in Tokyo under Wen Ruohan’s brutal hand, and he’s very much looking forward to feeling perhaps slightly less like convenient Kaiju bait. “Zi Zhizhu, Sandu Shengshou, Yiling Laozu. My name is Jin Guangyao, I will be your main point of contact while you settle in. Welcome to Shanghai.”
Lan Xichen blinks a few times as he watches Jin Guangyao turn smartly on one heel and begin marching off into the warren of dripping pipes and echoing clangs of the shatterdome, leaving them very little time to process what he’d said. He jerks into step quickly when he realizes Jin Guangyao doesn’t intend to wait for them. The others fall in behind him as they tend to do, and for the first time in his career Lan Xichen gets an inside look at the Shanghai shatterdome.
It’s obvious that it was once an ostentatious display of wealth. Were it five years ago, minimum, the tech they can see as they traipse through Jaeger bays and pass by various control rooms would be state of the art. As it is, everything is clearly in good repair and still more than usable, but it’s not at all the top of the line tech that Tokyo boasts. He says nothing, but the look he shares with Lan Wangji requires nothing to be said aloud. Lan Wangji turns his head to glance over their shoulders at Wei Wuxian walking between his siblings, and Lan Xichen can easily visualize his judgemental raised eyebrows that must accompany the low-pitched whistle their companion lets out at what they’re seeing.
If Jin Guangyao is aware of their opinions he doesn’t let on, he merely points out various items of interest as they pass through the ‘dome with (thankfully) minimal gawking from the people they pass.
“This is the main communications tower,” Jin Guangyao says when they’re all standing in an elevator that ascends in jerky jumps that would make the average stomach swoop (it’s got nothing on the sensation of their drops into the ocean, but Lan Xichen knows that’s not exactly a normal comparison to make). “You will report here for all Kaiju calls, whether you’re on deck or not. The current pilot rotation is exhausting, it is likely you will be called upon for emergency backup until the new roster is established and it’s best to receive orders and deploy from here rather than someone attempting to hunt you down wherever you might be. Questions?”
Jin Guangyao fixes them all with a piercing stare that leaves Lan Xichen a little winded, but he seems to be the only one so affected.
“Can I be candid?” Wei Wuxian asks and Lan Xichen’s entire mouth goes dry when Jin Guangyao gives the man a crooked smirk.
“I understand you typically are, don’t be modest. What’s your question, Wei-gongzi?”
“Jin Guangshan is richer than the gods - why is everything in this shatterdome fucking ancient?”
“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Wanyin hisses in warning with a sharp clang of his elbow guard hitting Wei Wuxian, most likely somewhere around his armored ribcage.
“I invite you to attempt to negotiate a more appropriate distribution of resources with Jin Guangshan when you meet him. For now, financial concerns can be tabled in favor of dealing with the Kaiju attacks you are here to assist with. Any further questions?”
Lan Xichen finds himself fighting back a genuine smile the likes of which Lan Wangji would be all-too-easily able to interpret if he were to notice; Jin Guangyao’s tone hadn’t slipped anywhere close to rude, but his less-than-favorable opinions on that matter couldn’t have been more obvious. Lan Xichen himself has never had the ability to manage such a thing - he’s always polite to a fault, with no hints of his displeasures visible like that - and he can’t deny that he’s..intrigued.
“Will we be meeting with Jin Guangshan now?” Jiang Yanli asks with understandable trepidation (Jin Guangshan’s stomach turning reputation is infamous and Lan Xichen doesn’t blame her at all for her nerves, world respected Jaeger pilot or not).
“No,” Jin Guangyao reassures, which just serves to make Lan Xichen wonder just who the ‘powers that be’ are, then, if not Jin Guangshan. Shanghai Shatterdome is notoriously tight-lipped about their inner workings, even amongst the other ‘domes, and Lan Xichen’s curiosity just keeps rising higher and higher the more he sees of it.
Any further questions are cut off by a loud clang as the elevator comes to a stop and the gates clatter open to spit them out into the top room of the control tower, the two largest Jaeger bays spread out beneath them. Immediately visible through the windows over the bays is the famous peony-engraved golden breastplate of Sparks Amidst Snow, gleaming and spitting arcs of pure warm light as mechanics suspended in front of it work on repairing enormous gashes in the plate from her last Kaiju fight, only a week or so ago. In the other bay is the silent, hulking form of -
“Oh my god,” Wei Wuxian breathes, he and Lan Wangji stepping forward in the same instant with reverence clearly etched into every line of their faces despite how differently they wear their expressions. “Bright moon and gentle breeze.”
“Distant snow, cold frost,” Lan Wangji finishes for him, the pair of them suddenly so wistful Lan Xichen nearly can’t bear to look at them.
“She is currently without pilots,” Jin Guangyao tells them with a shrewd look in his eyes. “But Jaeger assignments will be discussed at a more appropriate time. For now, allow me to introduce the martial leader of Shanghai Shatterdome - Chifeng-zun, Nie Mingjue.”
Lan Xichen’s gaze swings sharply from the abandoned Mach 1 Jaeger in the darkened bay to their more immediate surroundings. It can’t be -
But it is. Nie Mingjue, a living legend ostensibly long-retired with the rest of the few (very few) surviving Mach 1 pilots, stands straight and proud, towering over everyone around him and exuding an air of leadership that Lan Xichen can only admire.
“This everyone?” he asks Jin Guangyao and the man nods as he strides forward only to turn and settle at Nie Mingjue’s right hand as easily as breathing.
“From Tokyo Shatterdome, Twin Jades Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji, pilots of the Mach 5 Jaeger named 'Jade Dragon'; and their peers, Yunmeng Heroes Jiang Yanli, Jiang Wanyin, and Wei Wuxian, pilots of the Mach 4 Jaeger 'Lotus Spider'.”
“Well. Welcome to Shanghai, then. Come in and pay attention, I don’t have time for pleasantries.”
Lan Xichen glances at his companions and then turns forward again resolutely to join his new commanders with a shiver of something curiously close to excitement slipping down his spine.
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Nie Mingjue goes through their latest reports automatically, the information too deeply burned into his brain to require him to pay too much attention to what he’s saying. He’s much more interested in studying his new pilots - he’s seen his fair share of pilots in the years he’s been at the front of this war, and he’s pretty damn good at getting a read on them these days.
The dynamics they present are favorable enough...on the surface.
Two brothers near enough in age and looks to practically be twins, their temperaments both steady and their fighting grounded in martial arts and spiritual development they’ve clearly been practicing rigorously since they were children.
Three siblings, two blood one adopted, all of them close enough that no one would know their family situation without the different names - and the scandal Yu Ziyuan had whipped up into an international frenzy when Wei Wuxian had joined his martial siblings in a triple-pilot Jaeger he’d altered himself for purpose by using scraps of older abandoned machines dumped in the Yiling scrapyard. Their fighting is wild and unpredictable, inventive, favoring both surprise and strength over the elegance exhibited by the Jades.
But it’s clear almost immediately to Nie Mingjue that there are fault lines everywhere, in danger of very quickly becoming fractures. He doesn’t miss the way Lan Wangji looks first to Wei Wuxian for his thoughts before he looks to his own brother and copilot, or the way Jiang Wanyin glares at the pair of them whenever he catches sight of it. Jiang Yanli focuses more on her brothers' tension than the intelligence Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao are presenting them with, and Lan Xichen seems determined to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary at all.
He’d known as soon as they’d made the deal with Tokyo that Wen Ruohan wasn’t doing this out of any goodness in his heart, he hadn’t been foolish enough to think he’d be getting the best Tokyo has to offer, so the high-performing pilots had been a nice surprise. He just hadn’t expected that he’d be getting not one but two world-class pilot teams on the verge of falling apart.
Well, he supposes, it’s not like everything else in this damn shatterdome isn’t falling apart as well. They might as well make the best of it until they can’t go any further.
“You have one free day to recover from your traveling,” Nie Mingjue tells them when Jin Guangyao has finished explaining the general layout of the shatterdome for their convenience. “You’ll report for combat training with the rest of the pilots the following morning immediately after breakfast - of course should a Kaiju pop its ugly head up in the meantime you’re to report here and receive assignment no matter what else you’re doing. All clear?”
Satisfied with the affirmatives he receives in response, Nie Mingjue dismisses them all with a wave and turns back to the supply reports he’d been reading when they’d come in. He finishes one and begins on the next despite the ache starting up behind his eyes, and he’s still trying to slog his way through it when Jin Guangyao returns from showing the pilots to their quarters nearby.
“You’re all dismissed, go get something to eat,” Nie Mingjue tells the few technicians still hanging around tinkering with their dying comms system, and once the room is silent save for the two of them Jin Guangyao steps forward to begin unpicking Nie Mingjue’s braids to try to help his headache.
“You should take your own advice sometime,” Jin Guangyao muses. Nie Mingjue just grunts and waves him off, still squinting down at his reports though the numbers have started to swim nauseatingly.
“What’s your take on the Tokyo group?” Nie Mingjue asks to distract himself.
“They’re awfully…shiny,” he says, and it’s not a compliment. Nie Mingjue snorts a laugh and flips to the next page of the folder, though this one’s just as badly covered in cramped handwriting making the most economical use of the limited space. “On the one hand I think they’ll all be fine piloting Jaegers other than their own if need be - they’ve all been in the field long enough to be familiar with older tech...”
“But?”
“The second we try to split them up they’ll fall apart.”
Nie Mingjue sighs and nods, unbends enough to rub at his forehead tiredly. “My thoughts exactly. Has to be done, though. I need more teams than we’ve got and we can’t be spared for anything that’s not the literal fucking end-of-the-world apocalypse. They’ll have to get flexible fast if they’re going to last here.”
“We can talk about it in the morning. You need to go lay down before this turns into a migraine.”
Nie Mingjue ignores the admonishment in favor of relaxing backwards into the chair and tipping his head forward a bit to get Jin Guangyao’s hands where he needs them more. “Any chance Jin Guangshan is planning another ‘business trip’ that’ll keep him away long enough for us to Drift again?”
“With new faces to show off in front of?” Jin Guangyao retorts with a bit of acid in his ever-pleasant voice. “He won’t leave for anyone but Wen Ruohan for the next six months at least, and Wen Ruohan won’t send for him now that he’s offloaded all his problem children on us. He’s probably going to focus on training up all the Wen reserve pilots now that they’ve got free reign of their ‘dome, we’re stuck with Jin Guangshan for a while.”
“Don’t forget that I know you,” Nie Mingjue reminds Jin Guangyao, his voice low. Jin Guangyao’s hands go still in his hair for a moment before he continues his slow untangling. “I know you’ve got something up your sleeve - I’ve been in your head, A-Yao. There’s no way in hell you’re about to let your chicken-shit father get in the way of becoming a pilot.”
Jin Guangyao stays quiet for a few long moments before he leans over the back of the chair and tips Nie Mingjue’s head back far enough to force him to look up at him.
“It’s not just my father - nothing is going to stand between me and becoming a pilot,” Jin Guangyao corrects him. “But I’m extremely good at playing the long game. Just be patient and help me babysit the new disasters, and when the timing’s right we’ll get back in a Jaeger. Alright? I miss being in your head, too.”
Nie Mingjue sighs long and slow but has to admit defeat; he concedes the point with a hand curled around the back of Jin Guangyao’s neck to pull him down into a languid kiss unfortunately cut short by a pained grimace as his headache spikes. 
“Bed. Now.”
Nie Mingjue knows better than to ignore the suggestion a second time so he lets Jin Guangyao pull him to his feet for the pair of them to leave the tower and retreat to their ‘separate’ quarters a few hallways over, on the same corridor as the pilots. Nie Mingjue dresses down for bed by taking off his boots and collapses onto his mattress just in time for Jin Guangyao to open the hidden door that connects their rooms.
“Can’t you at least strip down to your t-shirt?” he grumbles as he clambers into bed beside him but Nie Mingjue says nothing, he just makes room for the smaller man against his side under his arm, and then hits the light switch to plunge them into darkness. He lies awake for a few long minutes listening to Jin Guangyao’s breathing and the distant clanging of the shatterdome that never fully sleeps, and then he’s tugged into unconsciousness full of dreams that are their usual mix of his memories and Jin Guangyao’s.
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sweetjekyll · 1 year
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I was having terrible nostalgia for pacific rim so I went on prime video and bought it in UHD to get those feelings blasted out of me
YOU FEEL ME????
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panevanbuckley · 8 months
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🔥 The Pacific ships
ooh okay personal (probably unpopular) opinion: sledgefu isn't actually the best ship y'all just love rami and joe a lot
Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.
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dodgebolts · 11 months
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ty for the boaster twt like i really need to follow fnatic more because rn i just look at na news (mostly a shit show that makes me a bit more neg about the valo community sometimes) and then try to catch drx when i can but being on pst means im just never able to watch them ever-🦋
yeah I'm mostly in NA too and it's so tiring seeing what people are saying bc it's all negativity (though it happens in EMEA too just look at the way people were treating Karmine Corp) but I really love fnatic a lot, their social media team is hilarious and has really good vibes and Boaster is one of the few pros I follow because his twitter is literally just him being a kpop stan, bantering with yinsu, or making light fun of his teammates :,)
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reasonsforhope · 2 months
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"Many people know about the Yellowstone wolf miracle. After wolves were reintroduced to the national park in the mid-1990s, streamside bushes that had been grazed to stubble by out-of-control elk populations started bouncing back. Streambank erosion decreased. Creatures such as songbirds that favor greenery along creeks returned. Nearby aspens flourished.
While there is debate about how much of this stemmed from the wolves shrinking the elk population and how much was a subtle shift in elk behavior, the overall change was dramatic. People were captivated by the idea that a single charismatic predator’s return could ripple through an entire ecosystem. The result was trumpeted in publications such as National Geographic.
But have you heard about the sea otters and the salt marshes? Probably not.
It turns out these sleek coastal mammals, hunted nearly to extinction for their plush pelts, can play a wolf-like role in rapidly disappearing salt marshes, according to new research. The findings highlight the transformative power of a top predator, and the potential ecosystem benefits from their return.
“It begs the question: In how many other ecosystems worldwide could the reintroduction of a former top predator yield similar benefits?” said Brian Silliman, a Duke University ecologist involved in the research.
The work focused on Elk Slough, a tidal estuary at the edge of California’s Monterey Bay. The salt marsh lining the slough’s banks has been shrinking for decades. Between 1956 and 2003, the area lost 50% of its salt marshes.
Such tidal marshes are critical to keeping shorelines from eroding into the sea, and they are in decline around the world. The damage is often blamed on a combination of human’s altering coastal water flows, rising seas and nutrient pollution that weakens the roots of marsh plants.
But in Elk Slough, a return of sea otters hinted that their earlier disappearance might have been a factor as well. As many as 300,000 sea otters once swam in the coastal waters of western North America, from Baja California north to the Aleutian Islands. But a fur trade begun by Europeans in the 1700s nearly wiped out the animals, reducing their numbers to just a few thousand by the early 1900s. Southern sea otters, which lived on the California coast, were thought to be extinct until a handful were found in the early 1900s.
In the late 1900s, conservation organizations and government agencies embarked on an effort to revive the southern sea otters, which remain protected under the Endangered Species Act. In Monterey Bay, the Monterey Bay Aquarium selected Elk Slough as a prime place to release orphaned young sea otters taken in by the aquarium.
As the otter numbers grew, the dynamics within the salt marsh changed. Between 2008 and 2018, erosion of tidal creeks in the estuary fell by around 70% as otter numbers recovered from just 11 animals to nearly 120 following a population crash tied to an intense El Niño climate cycle.
While suggestive, those results are hardly bulletproof evidence of a link between otters and erosion. Nor does it explain how that might work.
To get a more detailed picture, the researchers visited 5 small tidal creeks feeding into the main slough. At each one, they enclosed some of the marsh with fencing to keep out otters, while other spots were left open. Over three years, they monitored the diverging fates of the different patches.
The results showed that otter presence made a dramatic difference in the condition of the marsh. They also helped illuminate why this was happening. It comes down to the otters’ appetite for small burrowing crabs that live in the marsh.
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Adult otters need to eat around 25% of their body weight every day to endure the cold Pacific Ocean waters, the equivalent of 20 to 25 pounds. And crabs are one of their favorite meals. After three years, crab densities were 68% higher in fenced areas beyond the reach of otters. The number of crab burrows was also higher. At the same time, marsh grasses inside the fences fared worse, with 48% less mass of leaves and stems and 15% less root mass, a critical feature for capturing sediment that could otherwise wash away, the scientists reported in late January in Nature.
The results point to the crabs as a culprit in the decline of the marshes, as they excavate their holes and feed on the plant roots. It also shows the returning otters’ potential as a marsh savior, even in the face of rising sea levels and continued pollution. In tidal creeks with high numbers of otters, creek erosion was just 5 centimeters per year, 69% lower than in creeks with fewer otters and a far cry from earlier erosion of as much as 30 centimeters per year.  
“The return of the sea otters didn’t reverse the losses, but it did slow them to a point that these systems could restabilize despite all the other pressures they are subject to,” said Brent Hughes, a biology professor at Sonoma State University and former postdoctoral researcher in Silliman’s Duke lab.
The findings raise the question of whether other coastal ecosystems might benefit from a return of top predators. The scientists note that a number of these places were once filled with such toothy creatures as bears, crocodiles, sharks, wolves, lions and dolphins. Sea otters are still largely absent along much of the West Coast.
As people wrestle to hold back the seas and revive their ailing coasts, a predator revival could offer relatively cheap and effective assistance. “It would cost millions of dollars for humans to rebuild these creek banks and restore these marshes,” Silliman said of Elk Slough. “The sea otters are stabilizing them for free in exchange for an all-you-can-eat crab feast.”"
-via Anthropocene Magazine, February 7, 2024
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kineticpenguin · 1 year
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Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, there is a survivalist.
The survivalist is a white cis male homeowner who considers himself apolitical. From an early age, he's had a love of camping, shooting, and a deep belief that someday, the world is going to experience some sort of cataclysm that will make his beloved hobbies essential survival skills.
The survivalist's deep-seated belief in impending doom did not stop him from seeking a partner or having children. Today, he has a wife and two young daughters, with a son on the way. He is vaguely Christian and believes he is doing his duty by being fruitful and multiplying.
The suvivalist is passionate about his interests. He works out. He takes his family camping as often as he can. He has taken classes at places like Thunder Ranch and has trained as an EMT. He rides an expertly-kitted adventure bike (just in case) and he has plenty of supplies and backup plans for any situation. He has installed solar panels on his house's roof and has a backup generator with a generous supply of fuel.
You would not believe how much water and dried food this man has in his basement.
The survivalist dies on June 23, 2037 when a 9.3 earthquake collapses his house. Ironically, this was entirely preventable, but anchoring his house's mudsill to the foundation wasn't a toy he could play with, nor was it good Instagram content.
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Out of all the '86 flyboys who became like uncles to little Bradley, it wasn't Mav, it wasn't Slider, it wasn't even Wolf or Wood- who taught him his first swear word, it was Ice He'd done it with his nieces and nephews and little cousins before, so why would Bradley be any different? Of course, he figured one of the others would have beat him to it, but the shocked and speechless look on Maverick's face told him otherwise.
When no one had been looking, he'd quietly beckoned Bradley over with a "Hey, baby Goose, com'ere." When Bradley's little voice had proudly chirped "fuck" over the dinner table, Maverick had immediately choked on his food and dropped his fork while Carole immediately burst out in laughter so contagious, Ice couldn't help but catch on. Mav's pale face and shocked expression only making the situation funnier.
"Carol, I swear- I didn't- I never-" Maverick rushed to defend himself.
"Oh honey, I know. And I know I didn't, which means," Carol turned on Ice then, and damn. He didn't think of that. He figured Maverick would've already pulled the stunt. "Mr. Goody two-shoes, Thomas 'Iceman' Kazansky, is the first person to teach my son a swear word." Carol cackled while pointing and accusing finger at him.
"Ice-" Maverick implored in disbelief.
"Well, I figured-" Ice gestured over to Maverick while struggling to conceal his grin.
The conversation turned from their to all three adult coaching little Bradley on how, yes- that is a word, and no, it's not a very nice one that should ever be used, all while desperately trying to suppress their laughter.
However it was Ice who would suffer the unforseen consequences of his little prank, as over the years, neither Maverick nor Bradley- now proudly Rooster, would ever let him forget that it was Admiral Thomas "Iceman" Kazansky, Commander of the Pacific Fleet who had taught him his first swear word.
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fookinfandoms · 2 years
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tatties | 18+
pairing: eddie munson x female reader
plot: During a night at your friends, it’s revealed that Eddie isn't the only one with tattoos. The metalhead is determined to find out just where exactly you're marked. 
authors note: pls let me know if he feels toooooo out of character! I hope this is okay :) Please leave some feedback! I’m a whore for words. 
NOT EDITED, I’ll do it later.
word count: 4.6k words. oops
warnings: 18+. minors dni, I'll kick you across the pacific, language, dirty talk, oral & fingering (f! receiving), grinding
another authors note: I can hear this gif. I like it. 86’ baby 🤸🏽
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Everyone sat on the floor in Gareth’s basement, faint music being drowned out by the loud yelling of the boys as they fight over another game. Eddie and yourself shared a beanbag, his legs spread slightly to give you room between him. His arms lay over your shoulder, his hands playing aimlessly with the chain around your neck. 
“Would you believe it if I said I was stupidly hard right now?” Eddie mumbles into your ear, immediately grinning as you begin to laugh at his reveal. “I wouldn’t move that much if I were you.” 
“Wait,” You say through heavy chuckles. “You’re telling me that’s not your belt digging into my back?” 
His arms squeeze around your shoulders a little tighter before his hands land on your arms. He rubs them in a tender way, shrugging a little in the process. “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
You slap at his thigh from its position at your side and it was Eddie’s turn to laugh as you call him a perv. He sighs as you lean your head back on his chest, Eddie giving your forehead a quick kiss. “I’m your perv though.”
“Lucky me,” You joke, knowing Eddie was no doubt rolling his eyes. “Y’know most boyfriend’s whisper poetry or some corny shit into their girls ear, but I am so glad mine tells me when he’s got a raging boner in his friends basement.” 
“Hey hey hey, you give me a raging boner no matter where we are, I think that’s super romantic.” He joins in, the two of you continuing the back and forth for a little while as the night goes on.
Gareth’s mom had brought down pizza shortly after, and you now sat on the ground by Eddie feet, having finished a game of cards with Jeff. It was fun, but soon after the music started repeating and most of the games had been played. D&D was off the table, and you all now sat in a circle in an attempt to come up with a plan. 
Eddie couldn’t be too far away from you and he slowly scooted closer, the tips of his fingers ghosting yours before he slides his hand over to intertwine your hand with his. You flinch a little at the feeling, Eddie’s eyebrows furrowing at the reaction.
“Your rings are cold.” You answer, knowing what he was wondering. He gives you a small smile, his head tilting at your words. 
“Well now you can help warm them up sweetheart.” He replies, and before you can do the same, someone gags from beside you.
Jeff gives the two of you a disgusted look, his tongue out again as he gags. Everyone laughs at his reaction knowing he wasn’t a fan of PDA. With your free hand you reach over and pat his cheek. “You’ll know how to talk to girls when you’re older bud, it’s okay!” 
He slaps your hand away, mumbling something as you all laugh harder at the faint blush on his cheeks. Soon enough, the laughter died down and everyone was throwing ideas for another game.
“Truth or dare?” You speak up, head tilted as you already began thinking about possible dares. “Pretty simple game in my eyes.”
A few mumbles of sure and other agreements met your ears, and you started the game. “Okay then, Mike, truth or dare?”
The teen sat across from you in the circle, and he sat backwards on his palms as he answered. “Dare.” 
“Sniff Jeff’s armpit for ten seconds.” You laughed instantly at his visual disgust, his mouth open in shock as your cruel dare. 
Gareth shakes his head at the dare whilst Eddie squeezes your hand as he beams down at you. “Now that’s super gross, I’m proud.” 
Mike reluctantly crawls over to Jeff, the teen already having his arm up ready. Mike glares at you as he reaches his destination. “I am so giving you a bad truth or dare when it’s your turn.” He says your name with malice before slowly turning his head, his nose meeting it’s doom. 
Eddie had a truth after that, having to pick a teacher he would French, Dustin choosing two elderly candidates much to his dismay. Afterwards, Gareth was dared to put on his mom’s makeup, you proving to be quite the makeup artist.
Mike stayed true to his word after all, and when it was your turn you chose dare. “Are you sure you want to pick dare?” He jests, his eyes narrowing at you from his spot in the Hellfire circle.
“Hit me with it.” You sit upright, your eyebrow raised as you wait for your dare. Before Mike can say anything, Eddie is pointing at him, a stern expression on his face. 
“No kissing, no stripping, if you even so much as think about bra’s I am taking off your fingernails and wearing them as earrings. Got it Wheeler?.” Your boyfriend threatens, Mike nodding at the Hellfire leader.
“Got it,” He answers, swallowing as Eddie gives him a thumbs up. “I wasn’t gonna’ do anything like that anyway, not towards her anyways.” “What’ya mean kid?” Eddie asks for you, and already you felt uneasy knowing you were at the darers mercy of a teenager.
“I was going to dare her to take off your socks.” 
“Well that’s not so bad all thin-“ Mike cuts you off before you can finish. Of course, there was no way he was going to go easy.
“With her teeth.” He finishes, his head turning back to you with an overly friendly smile. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, everyone laughed. It was your turn now to have a disgusted expression, your head turning towards Eddie who wasn’t sure what kind of reaction to have.
He wanted to laugh with the boys, but judging by your horrified look, he decided against it. He had to give it to the kid, he had a good revenge plan. “If it makes you feel any better, I actually put on a clean pair today.”  
“Yeah, they were clean at 6am this morning,” You whine at him, shivering in disgust at the idea of Eddie’s socks. “Those puppies have been cooking in there all day!”
“You gotta do it!” Mike pipes up, laughing at the way you flip him the bird. Eddie already begins to kick off his converses, and you cringe at the reveal. 
With heavy reluctance, you finish the dare, squealing and dry retching the entire way. Eddie squirmed at the feeling, almost feeling giddy at your touch. When it was completed, you kneel in front of Eddie, his eyes levelled with yours. His eyes were wide with humour, the complete opposite of yours as they narrowed. “If I look down and see a tent in those jeans… I am going to be so grossed out Eddie Munson.” 
He grins at you, shaking his head. “Does it count if I’m still hard from before?” He jokes, chuckling as you again fake vomit in his lap. He reaches forward, pulling you into his arms. You turn at an awkward angle, and like the start of the night you end up in his lap.
After a few more truths and dares from the nerds, you began playing with the lighter Gareth was dared to steal from his stepdad. Eddie had known you were in need of a new one and was the one to give his friend said dare. You were busy, distracted by the small flame to not notice Dustin calling your name.
“Truth or dare?” He asks as you finally stare at him, and the lighter is placed into Eddie’s pocket as you think.
“I don’t think I can handle anymore feet related dares so I’ll go with truth.” You grimace at the thought, ignoring the way Mike smirks. Evil.
“How many tattoos do you have?” Dustin couldn’t think of anything to ask, having used the tattoos on Eddie’s arms as inspiration. 
“She doesn’t have any Henderson.” The metalhead answers from behind you, to which you turn around to give him a confused look. 
“Except I do,” You say, wondering if he was in fact playing around. “Are you playing right now?” “Am I playing? Are you?” Eddie gives you a weird look, confusion more than evident in his brown eyes. 
“Oh my god,” You use Eddie’s legs as leverage as you stand up off the ground, keeping your eyes on him from his position below. “You’re being serious aren’t you?”
“I think I would know if you had any tatties.” He was hinting towards your many, many activities together that don’t require clothes, his brain trying to think over whether or not lately he had seen any new addition to your skin. 
“I was wondering why you hadn’t said anything, I actually thought you were just pretending not to notice but wow.” He was being serious right now, he really hadn’t seen it. 
Eddie’s birthday was coming up and he was adamant about not wanting anything. Not wanting to annoy him with gifts he didn’t want, you had gotten a tattoo for him. It was already a month old, and you were waiting for his birthday to reveal it was actually for him thinking he had already seen it. 
He goes to say something but you hold your finger up, not wanting to discuss it more in front of your friends. You turn to Dustin, the boy looking almost apologetic for asking. “I have one, technically six but it’s in one spot so.” 
“Six?” Eddie says rather loudly from the ground, his mouth shutting quickly as you again hold out your finger. You sit back down beside your boyfriend as he gives you a once over, his eyes scanning your arms and bare legs to spot any potential artwork.
The once usual chatterbox of the group remained quiet for the rest of the night, even when the others excused themselves to go home. Gareth had already pulled out the couch bed for both you and Eddie, sleepovers being a regular occurrence as you didn’t like driving late on a Friday night. 
Soon enough, you were left in the basement with your now quiet metal head, the music having been turned off and the host going to his own bed upstairs. Your overnight bag rested on a table and you searched its contents for your pyjamas, noticing the lack of clothing in the shared duffle bag. “Hey Eds’ did you pack m-“ “You were lying about the tattoos right?” He interrupts you and you put the bag down, turning around to lean against the tables edge. 
Eddie stands just a few metres away, he himself leaning against a beam with his arms crossed. The lights had been dimmed just a little, but they did nothing to hide the way Eddie’s jaw clenched.
“Have I ever lied to you?” It was true, you had never lied to Eddie and you certainly weren’t starting now.
“It’s just,” Eddie’s head tilts, his arm raising as he points at you in an almost teasing way. “I have seen nearly every inch of your body baby,” He says your pet name again, this time lowly. “If you’re telling me I've missed a spot, I’m going to feel very... very... wounded.”
“Well baby,” You reply, pushing yourself off the table and walking closer towards him. Slowly, you stand in front of him, raising your head to stare at him through your lashes. “I hate to break it to you, but you’ve definitely missed a spot.”
He frowns for a split second, his eyes narrowing as you give him a teasing smile. “Bullshit.”
“Cross my heart,” You do just that, swiping across your shirt to where your heart resides. “I swear on your guitar.”
“Oh shit.” 
“Oh shit indeed,” The room quickly started heating up, or more so you were at the way Eddie watched you. His brown eyes were noticeably darker, and so you reaches your hands forwards to hold onto his. He followed your movements, letting you hold his hand. “I actually got it for your birthday.” “My birthday?” He repeats, and you hold his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand as you nod.
“I really am surprised you haven’t noticed, but when I think about it more I remember you’ve been a big fan of having me on my hands and knees lately.” Eddie instantly becomes flustered, knowing you were right. Doggy had become one of his favourite positions lately, purely because of the feeling and being able to watch himself disappear inside of you. Also because of your ass. Anyways.
“C-Can I see it? Or do I have to wait for my birthday?” He mumbles, cursing for almost sounding like he was begging. 
“Of course baby,” You pull back, dropping his hands in the process. He bites his lip almost in anticipation, wondering just where it could be. He knew it wasn’t on your back, that was one thing he was sure about. You unzip your skirt from the back, letting it fall to the ground in one swift movement. 
Stepping out of the pile on the floor, Eddie quickly looks around your now exposed thighs, frowning as he notices nothing. “I never thought I’d see you look so upset to see me in my panties.”
“Trust me, I am loving the Winnie the Pooh look right now,” He jests, his fists clenching in hopes you don’t notice just how much he is loving it. You were wearing his favourite pair, and he hoped you were wearing the matching bra. “Just wondering where these six tatties are hiding.” 
Without answering - you grab the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and letting it go to match your skirt on the ground. 
Yeah, matching bra. Eddie praises you in his head, knowing you definitely had something planned for the two of you tonight. Almost focusing too much on your matching set, Eddie’s gaze follows the swell of your breasts before focusing on your sternum. His eyes widen at the art before him, your boyfriend stepping closer to you as he kneels in front of your tattoo. 
There in all of it’s glory were six little bats, matching the exact tattoo Eddie had on his forearm. “Two actually get covered when I take my bra off,” You break the silence, noticing Eddie was yet to say anything about his birthday present. “Forgot gravity was a thing y’know?”
“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” He stands tall once more before he himself reaches down to grab at his shirt, having already shredded his jacket earlier. Eddie  pulls his shirt off with ease, his hands immediately reaching for his belt. He curses your name as you drag your nails down between his pecs gently, the feeling making him shiver.  “Shit.” 
“So you’re not mad?” You whisper, not realising he would react this way towards some ink.
“Mad? My girl gets a matching tattoo and puts it in one of my favourite places,” Eddie shakes his head at your question, pulling his belt out of its loops before throwing it to the ground. “Nowhere near mad, just really fucking hard.”
Oh.
“Do you, fuck, do you think we should really be fucking on Gareth’s couch?” He gives you a pointed stare for even bringing your friends name up. You shrug at him, pointing back towards the small frame of the pullout bed a few metres away.
“That old things squeaks more than you do,” God Eddie looked good like this, almost like was starving and ready to devour you. His jeans were long lost to the growing pit of clothes on the floor, the two of you standing in just your underwear. 
You ignore the comment about your noises, knowing Eddie was far from complaining. Your mouth opens to ask where he had his eyes on when he almost jumps on you, the words getting lost in your thoat. 
His hands grab at your hips, picking you up and sitting you on the edge of the table behind. Eddie keeps on hand on your bare hip, the other swiping away at your overnight bag and letting it fall to the ground with a thud. A oof leaves your lips at the action, Eddie quickly stepping in between the space of your parted thighs. 
“What if someone hears us?” There were three people upstairs that could potentially hear the pair of you, and Eddie turns his head to look at the basements door. 
He frowns for just a second, immediately shrugging as he faces back to you. “I think we could be quiet.” You just give him a blank stare to which he just shrugs again. “Just say the word and we’ll go to bed.” 
There was no way in hell you were sleeping, not with how flustered he had gotten you. You shake your head, Eddie pushing away at the hair that how fallen around your cheeks. Your legs tighten around his behind, pushing him closer towards you as you lock him in. 
He mutters your name, the hand in your hair sliding down your cheek to grip at your chin as Eddie tilts your head up, his dark brown eyes keeping you focused.
“Do you want this?” He leans forward a little, his lips ghosting your own as his nose gently touches yours. “Say the word baby and we’ll get those damn pyjamas on.”
“Something,” You pull him in for a small kiss, revelling in the way he begins to grin. You part, just enough for him to reach forward again to lick at your lips as you go to speak. “Tells me you might not want to go to sleep just yet.” 
Nodding towards his straining cock in his boxers. He shrugs, not at all ashamed at the way he had absently been rubbing his front against your own. Eddie was never embarrassed at how you made him feel, and any fears in the past had definitely gone out the window. 
You reached up to his chest, dragging your nails over the various tattoos littering his pale skin. He watches your movements, shivering as you drag a nail lightly over his nipple. “I’ll sleep if you want, s’okay, really.”
The last few words came out a little more strained, and you quirked your eyebrow at him. “Eddie, I don’t want to sleep.”
“Thank god,” He fakes a prayer with his hand, laughing lowly as you smack his chest. “Because I really wanna’ do this.”
Eddie strokes your chin, the coolness of his rings a quick shock to your skin. You sigh, and his thumb slides over your bottom lip. He tilts his head, his dark hair sliding over his broad shoulders. “You wanna kiss me?” You mumble against his thumb, hoping he’ll lean forward.  He doesn't, and you sit there anxiously awaiting his next move. His boxers itch at your thighs as he takes a closer step, his head however staying away. His eyes stay fixated on you, and he takes in a small breath. “You just look so good.”
You felt unbearably warm, your slick having already begun to dampen your panties and the front of Eddie’s underwear. He quirks his eyebrow at the small wet patch, and you fought the urge to hide yourself against his shoulder. 
Eddie curses again, taking in a ragged breath and he places his hands on the table, resting just beside your parted thighs. Within seconds, Eddie has slunk to  his knees, his eyes focused on you as he stares through his messy bangs. “Eddie?” You ask, shivering as his hands begin to slide down from your thighs, over your knees to your calves, the heat of his hands stroking your smooth skin.
He parts your thighs even wider, making sure to press a kiss to your right knee as he pulls them over his shoulders. Your breath hitches in your throat as he reaches up to the waistband of your underwear, and you wiggle around helping him remove them from under you. It would've felt awkward had Eddie not looked at you with his brown eyes, his gaze becoming darker with lust as he licks at his lips. 
You’ve been eaten out before, sure, it was one of Eddie’s favourite things to do. But it felt different now, was it the looming threat of someone possibly catching you? Doing this in your friends basement? Probably. He wraps his arms around your thighs in an attempt to pull you closer, his hair instantly tickling you. You reach down, pulling his hair out of eyes as you tuck what you can behind his ears. 
Eddie gives you another kiss, this time to your inner thigh. “S’good like this sweetheart,” He mumbles as he nips at your flushed skin. “Could spend hours down here.” 
Heat had well and truely surrounded you, the tension alone enough to make you tremble. “You really like the tattoo huh?” You managed to say, Eddie glancing up at you with an eyebrow raised. 
Goosebumps litter your skin as you whimper, Eddie choosing to reply with his lips elsewhere. He usually took his time when he was on his knees, but not wanting to push his luck, his head dips further until it reaches heaven. Your mind went empty as Eddie licks a stripe up your pussy. His tongue finding your clit as you jolt beneath him.
Thank god this table was hardwood. 
A loud whine leaves your lips as he leaves a sloppy kiss on the area above your pussy and your hips almost grind against his face in an attempt to feel him where you want him most. Eddie almost chuckled at how needy you were acting, deciding against it when he remembered this was for you after all. 
You buck your hips once more, Eddie’s hands pressing into the skin of your thighs with a powerful grip. “Eddie...” You moan as you felt his tongue glide over your cunt in a slower motion. He stops again, just so he can stare into yours as you bite at your lip. 
“I really wish you could be loud right now,” He forces out, keeping his eyes on you as he lowers his head once more. He circles your clit and trails down to your entrance, continuing his teasing pace as your hands reach for the edge of the table to keep you grounded. “S’good for me, so fucking good.” 
A small cry leaves your lips as he curls his tongue and you can't help but squirm under his tender touch. Eddie revelled in, smiling as one of your hands reaches for his hair and grips it. You tug at his scalp as he presses his tongue flat against your folds, letting your thighs lock him in. 
God the noises he made. His groans were music to your ears, and you cursed yourself for deciding to have a sleepover at Gareth’s instead of Eddie’s - where you both could be as loud as you want. 
Eddie couldn't get enough, wishing he could spend eternity between your legs. He was unbearable hard in his boxers, precum leaking from his swollen tip and dampening his underwear. He decided against releasing himself, choosing to stroke at your skin instead knowing the sight of you alone could make him cum.
Your body grew hotter as a pressing need to release formed deep inside, another whine leaving your lips as you felt Eddie’s tongue stroking your most sensitive area. “You taste so good sweetheart,” His voice sounded different, a dominating yet loving tone meeting your ears. “God I love you.” 
With a shaky breath, you whispered it back, ignoring Eddie’s wink from between your legs. The sight of him on his knees before you was enough alone to make you tingle, and Eddie’s rings left indents in your thighs as he keeps you in place.  He maintained his gaze as he licked in between your wet folds again, dragging it out as you bit your lip in anticipation.
“Eddie,” You moan, quickly shushing yourself as you felt your voice get a little louder than attended. He gives you a pointed but knowing stare. “Eddie please.” 
Your head throws back, losing his gaze as he hits a certain spot. You don't even notice the way Eddie’s hand leaves your thigh as he flicks his rings off, the small pieces of metal scattering on the floor. It’s only when you feel his tongue and his fingers at your hole do you clench around him. 
You're so unbelievably wet, both your slick and Eddie’s spit combining around your thighs and on the table below. You tremble as he pushes in a finger followed by another, tears filling your eyes as he curls them inside. “I wish I could take a photo of this.” He rests his head against your thigh as he thrusts his fingers in and out, absolutely enthralled by the way your clench around him. 
So desperate to cum, your grab at his hair rougher than before, almost begging him to keep his tongue on your clit. “Don’t worry,” He nods against grip. “I got you.” 
He repeats his assault on your pussy, switching it up a little as he licks at your entrance and rubs your throbbing clit with his thumb. Your legs shake as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue one again. He pressed his face further into your heat, making you cry out loud until you came undone.
His name left your lips in a silent scream, Eddie licking upwards to suck harder at your clit as you convulsed under him. He groans at your movements, his own hips thrusting into the air as you cum around his lips. Your eyes squeezed shut as you came, Eddie trying hard to keep you on the table as you shifted. Arms weakening by the second, you were certain you were going to collapse forward as Eddie stood up, pulling you into an embrace. 
He held you tightly, your sweaty forehead resting against his chest as you held one hand around his waist, the other absently trailing over the soft tuft of hair disappearing below his underwear. 
“You with me?” Eddie asks, kissing your forehead as you nod against him. He pulled away, just enough to look down at you in his arms. His face glistens with your essence up to his nose, and he gives you a cheeky grin as you wipe at his mouth with the back of your hand. 
“Don’t you want to-” “Already did.” He cuts you off, not at all embarrassed as you looked down at his now softening cock hidden by fabric. Eddie shrugs at you, his free hand moving down to rearrange himself as his cum leaked through.
A small oh leaves your lips, and his grin grew. “You make me cum even when you're not with me sweetheart, having you in my mouth is like,” Eddie makes an explosion noise, his hands mimicking the action. “It’s insane.” 
“That’s oddly cute.” You quip, reaching down to run your hand over his soaked cock. He shivers under your touch, clearly not the only one feeling sensitive. 
“Give me a couple minutes and I’m yours baby.” Eddie stretches out his arms, before pushing you back. With an eyebrow raised, he reaches around to undo your bra, letting the straps slide over your arms. Your nipples were still hard, and Eddie marvels at your breasts as if he was seeing them for the first time. 
“You were right,” Your boyfriend leans forward to kiss above your tattoo. “Two do get covered without the bra.” 
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schnuckiputz · 1 year
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it takes a while, but one day, after the kids have graduated, eddie and steve pack their most precious things into eddie's van, and they leave. for months, they just drive from city to city, from state to state, go wherever it takes their fancy. until they find a little town surrounded by age-old trees and mountains, with unpredictable weather and more rain and fog than sunshine. but the pacific ocean isn't far, and if they leave early in the day, they can spend a few hours in san francisco's queer neighborhoods.
the town has a little old diner that's a bit run down but has good bones. so, steve and eddie combine their powers: steve knows how to take care of customers, has one of his nonnas old books with delicious cake recipes, and knows how to use it. eddie is a god in the kitchen and knows how to make money stretch. they are both charming, so pretty soon they have a few regulars and a steady stream of patrons.
included, are a group of high schoolers. and neither eddie nor steve know what happened to these kids, but they recognize the looks in their eyes. and they just can't help themselves, both like taking care of people a little bit too much, so they basically adopt this group of little ducklings, offer their time and ears in the hope of making the lives of these kids a little easier.
but the longer they stay, the more the town starts to feel a little...strange. there is something unsettling about the way the woods creak at night, how the shadows stretch at night. sometimes, after locking up the diner, steve lingers by the stairs that go up to their apartment and stares into the woods, and he knows something is looking back.
it comes to head a few months later. the ducklings stayed late at the diner, late enough that it's just them, when the thing that kept its eyes on steve steps out of the forest. for a second, everyone just stills before the kids spring into action. trying to barricade the diner doors.
steve and edddie share a resigned look, a touch, then separate. eddie goes for the high proof alcohol they keep in the kitchen, making molotov cocktails. steve gets the bat from under the counter. it's not the original, but mark ii is sturdier, a little bit deadlier. he tests his swing once, twice, then steps into the way of the first thing the crashes through a window and bats it right back out.
afterward, the diner is a burnt out shell, but everyone is alive. the kids are a little worse for wear, but steve knows this was probably not their first or second rodeo. steve and eddie keep the kids in sight but step around the van a little for some light thank-fuck-we-survived pda.
that's when a bunch of government cars arrive and out steps none other than owens. owens prioritizes the kids at first before movement catches his eyes. he stops, stares and then makes the kids loose their minds when he greets steve and eddie by name.
steve just pinches his nose and sighs. they should have known.
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The Walled World consists of the U.S. and Canada (in North America); Japan and South Korea, plus Australia and New Zealand (in the Asia-Pacific region); plus basically the entire European Union (2); and also Israel. In 2009, that club of nations represented just 14 percent of the world’s population but earned 73 percent of its income. Conversely, the “gray areas” outside the walls were home to 86 percent of humanity, who scraped together just 27 percent of the world’s income. The average monthly income inside the wall is around €2,500. Outside, it’s just €150. Money may or may not buy happiness, but it does buy quality of life. The yellow dots, which represent the world’s top 50 cities in terms of quality of life, are almost all inside the wall — only Singapore is outside, and that relatively wealthy city-state should arguably be included inside the wall anyway. In other words: the poor are many, the rich are few. That’s not a new phenomenon of course, nor are the migratory pressures it causes. That’s where those barriers come in. The map lists some examples, the locations and the circumstances of which are all different — but which are all pieces of the same puzzle shown on this map.
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bramble-berries · 1 year
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Eddie wasn’t sure why, but there was a certain stifling tension in the air as he sat smoking in the Harrington’s living room with Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle.
Argyle was pretty cool, Eddie had decided. He’d gotten to know him over the past couple of months, and they’d become good friends. Eddie thought they were friends. Argyle had good taste in weed and food. His music and clothing choices were questionable, but he was an individualist and Eddie could respect that.
Eddie thought he and Argyle were good friends. He hadn’t thought they were quite this close, though.
“Dude, you gotta tell me what you put on your hair to make it so soft,” Argyle said, wrapping a strand of Eddie’s hair around his finger and giving it a little tug.
Eddie was sitting in the armchair with Argyle perched on the arm, his elbow resting on the back of the chair behind Eddie’s head, looming over Eddie with no regard for his personal space. Not that Eddie minded. Eddie was the king of disregarding personal space.
Eddie chuckled. “I don’t know where you’re getting this from! I literally use the cheap dollar store brand conditioner. You’re the one with soft hair.” Said long soft hair was currently spilling onto Eddie’s shoulder. He took the opportunity to pet the tresses, noting how soft and glossy they were. “Really shiny, too.”
“Thanks for noticing, bro. Wanna know my secret?” Argyle grinned lazily and leaned in closer to Eddie’s face.
A strange, choked noise came from the sofa and Eddie glanced over to where Steve and Robin were sitting. Robin was gabbing about something, but Eddie wasn’t sure Steve was paying attention. He looked distracted or something. His face was red.
“Uh, yea, sure,” Eddie said. When he turned back to Argyle, his face was even closer.
“I’ve never told anyone this secret, Eduardo. The masses have been wondering, asking me my whole life, ‘Argyle, how do you keep your hair so shiny, man?’ but I’ve never given up the secret.”
A slow smile spread across Eddie’s face. He fluttered his eyelashes. “And you wanna give it to little ol me?” He wasn’t interested in Argyle. He was attractive, sure. Anyone with eyes could see that. But sadly, Eddie’s heart and dick were only interested in one person these days and neither his heart nor his dick could understand that that just wasn’t going to happen for them. Still, flirting was nice. It was fun to flirt.
Argyle tugged on the strand of hair still wrapped around his finger. “Anything for you, dude.” Then he leaned in even closer and said right in his ear. “It’s eggs.”
A laugh bubbled out of Eddie. “Seriously?”
“Oh yea. Learned it from mi abuela. Crack one over your head in the shower and work it through the strands until your hair is evenly coated. Leave it on for like ten minutes and then rinse and shampoo. Your hair will shine like the setting sun on the pacific, brochacho.”
A snort from the direction of the sofa. Eddie glanced over. Steve had his arms crossed his head laid back, glaring at the ceiling. What had the ceiling done to him?
“Huh. Is this a prank? Are you just trying to get me to egg myself?” Eddie asked, grinning big and leaning in towards Argyle.
Jonathan had just handed Argyle the blunt and he took a long, deep drag. He answered in a small, choked voice “Swear to the goddess, dude, try it.” He exhaled a massive cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling.
“I’m sold. Can’t argue with these results,” Eddie said, running his fingers through Argyle’s hair.
“Damn, Eduardo, that feels good. Jon never runs his fingers sensually through my hair like this.”
Eddie barked a laugh as Jonathan’s cheeks went pink. He wondered not for the first time what exactly was going on between Argyle and Jonathan and Nancy. Not that it was his business.
Eddie took his turn and then passed the blunt to Steve, who didn’t even look at him as he took it. Ouch. Steve occasionally got into moods, but he always seemed to have at least a little smile for Eddie. He wondered what had him in a shitty mood.
Then a thought occurred to him. Eddie knew how much Steve had changed since high school. He knew Steve was a good person, accepting, loyal, a good friend. But could his and Argyle’s mild flirting be putting him on edge? He knew from experience that a lot of guys were fine with lesbians but still uncomfortable with gay men. Could Steve really have a problem with him and Argyle getting so close?
The thought made his stomach turn with a combination of anger and fear. Fear that he might lose Steve. Fear that he wasn’t as good a guy as Eddie had thought. And anger that he had the gall to judge Eddie after assuring him that he was totally fine with Eddie when he had come out to him. And he had been. The sleepovers hadn’t stopped, the innocent friendly touches, the comfort with one another. If anything, Eddie coming out seemed to have made Steve even more comfortable with him, with their friendship. So why was he acting like this?
Argyle drifted into conversation with Jonathan and Eddie subtly watched Steve as the blunt made its way back around the circle. He seemed to be relaxing now that Argyle had backed off. Fuck, Eddie really hoped this wasn’t what it looked like.
Although finding out Steve was a homophobe would definitely help Eddie get over his massive crush on him.
Argyle nudged him in the shoulder when he got the blunt back. “Bro, tell me this is not the most gnarly bud you ever smoked. Bet you don’t get anything like this in Hawkins.”
Eddie was very high. Higher than he’d been in a long time. “Better than what I get in Indianapolis even,” he agreed.
“Too good to waste, am I right?” Argyle said.
“Yea?” Eddie said, not sure exactly what Argyle meant. Were they wasting it?
“Exactly.”
And then a wide hand was cradling Eddie’s head and turning his face towards Argyle. Argyle’s face was leaning in towards his, and their eyes met, and Argyle’s eyebrows arched in a question, telegraphing his intention and shit. Shit shit shit. Ok. He guessed this was fucking happening.
So Eddie opened his mouth as Argyle leaned in and breathed out just as Eddie inhaled and took his smoke into his lungs, their lips just brushing.
Fuck. Ok. So he just shotgunned with another guy in Steve Harrington’s living room. As Steve Harrington himself watched. This was fine.
There was a commotion from the sofa and suddenly Steve was up and stomping out the room into the kitchen.
The room went silent. Eddie slowly exhaled, wide eyes on the doorway where Steve had left the room.
“What the fuck?” Eddie breathed.
“Uuuuuh.” Robin looked uncomfortable. And maybe a little panicky. Everyone looked uncomfortable. Everyone except Argyle, who just looked around the room with a lazy smile and glassy eyes.
“Dude, what’s got into Steve-o?” He asked. Then, he giggled like he’d told a joke no one else got.
“Buckley?” Eddie asked, looking to her as though she might have some insight into her platonic soul mate’s state of mind. Because Eddie knew what it looked like to him, but he didn’t want to say it.
Robin made a strangled noise and seemed to be struggling to make her face settle on a single expression and just ended up looking constipated. She grimaced and shrugged.
Eddie sighed and stood to follow Steve. “I’ll see what’s up.” No one answered.
He found Steve making a pot of coffee in the kitchen and grumbling to himself as he slammed cabinets and the tin of coffee grounds. "...thinks he invented the egg trick! I've been using eggs on my hair since second grade!"
Eddie stopped at the kitchen island. "Ok, what is up with you?"
Steve whipped around, his expression startled. "Shit! You scared me, Ed!"
Ed. At least he was still Ed. But why was Steve acting like this? It made no sense.
Eddie crossed his arms and leaned against the island. "So, you wanna tell me what that was about?"
Confusingly, Steve's cheeks went pink, which was completely at odds with the way he frowned and turned back to the coffee pot. "What's what about?"
"This!" Eddie said. "You storming out when Argyle flirted with me a little."
Steve's shoulders hunched up but he didn't turn around. "I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbled, scooping coffee grounds into the filter.
"Stop being an ass. Look, I thought you were cool when I..." Eddie stopped, shifted uncomfortably, put his arms around himself. "When I came out to you, you said it was cool. But if a little flirting between men is going to make you act like this, I don't think we can be friends anymore."
At this, Steve gasped audibly and jerked. His hand hit the coffee tin and sent fragrant grounds spilling over the counter as he spun around to face Eddie again. And shit, Steve looked... he looked horrified.
"What?" Steve asked, his voice breaking.
Eddie swallowed. "I thought you'd changed since high school. I thought me being gay wouldn't bother you. Hell, we share a bed three nights a week. I don't get why you're acting like this."
"It's not- fuck!" Steve ran a hand through his hair, looking more distressed by the second. He looked like wanted to cry. "Fucking- it's not that! How could you think that? I don't care about you being gay, Eddie, you know that!"
Eddie huffed, trying not to let it show how hurt he was by all this. "Really? Because it looks like you do."
"Well that's because I do care!" Steve blurted, then snapped his mouth shut, eyes wide with shock.
A silence hung between them for all of ten seconds. Then Eddie clenched his jaw, nodded, started to turn away. "Right. Ok. I'm just gonna leave."
"No!" Steve said, darting forward to grab Eddie's hand in desperation. Eddie pulled away, but stopped to look at him. "No, please, Ed, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean it like you think."
Eddie threw up his hands. "Then how did you mean it!"
"Look!" Steve said, his voice a near growl, frustrated. He seemed to come to some decision, his expression like a kid about to rip a bandaid off. "I care that you're gay because it's really fucking lucky for me!"
"...What?" Eddie had no idea where he was going with this.
"How do you not know, Eddie? I'm- shit. You're-" he stumbled over his words, eyes darting like he might find the words he wanted to say written somewhere on the tiles or the fridge. "I have a crush on you, ok? I like you so much. When you told me you liked guys I was so happy, I thought it meant maybe you could like me, someday, like I like you. But then it seemed like you only wanted to be friends, and I thought ok, I can deal with that. I can push down my feelings and be a good friend to you because that's what you want and that's what you need and I need you to be in my life more than anything, Ed. I thought I could do it.
But I can't stand seeing you flirt with him, ok? I know it makes me a shitty friend, and I'm sorry, and I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore. I didn't want to tell you any of this because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But I can't stop thinking that it should be me. I should be the one touching your hair and making you smile and doing shotguns with you and kissing you. It should be me-"
Whatever else Steve was going to say was muffled and cut off when Eddie lunged forward, grabbing Steve's beautiful stupid face between his rough hands to smash their lips together.
Steve tasted like weed. He tasted like weed, and the smell of coffee grounds was like a sweet fog surrounding them, and there was the sound of whispering and muffled footsteps from the entryway and Eddie thought all of these things would be imprinted in his brain for the rest of his life because holy shit he was kissing Steve because Steve liked him! Steve liked Eddie, wanted to kiss Eddie, wanted to play with Eddie's hair, and Eddie was not going to let him get away.
He pulled back to suck in a breath of air because he'd been so wrapped up in the fact that Steve had a crush on him and that his lips were pressed against Steve's that he forgot to breath.
"Holy shit," he breathed, staring into the hazel eyes that had haunted his spank dreams and domestic dreams alike for months.
Steve's pupils were blown, his lips red, and his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Holy shit, he echoed.
"Holy shit," Eddie giggled. He shook Steve's face back and forth in his hands, causing the other boy to grin.
"Eddie, does this mean-?"
"I have a crush on you, you idiot. I have a huge crush on you and I want to play with your hair and shotgun with you and kiss you like every day forever," Eddie said.
"Holy shit," Steve laughed.
Then they were kissing again.
"Fucking finally!" Eddie heard Robin yell from the kitchen doorway.
Eddie and Steve broke apart to look back at all of their friends gathered there watching. They all wore various expressions of relief and smug knowing.
"I was getting soooo tired of the pining," Nancy said.
Robin threw up a hand and rolled her eyes. "The pining! Yes, thank you!"
"Thanks, Argyle," Jonathan said with a little smile. He tried to hand his friend a $5 bill but Argyle brushed away his offer with a lazy smile.
"No way, dude. No payment necessary. Flirting with Eduardo was no hardship, you know? I'm just glad you two finally got it together," he said. He was still holding the blunt.
Eddie grinned. Steve laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, face flushed in embarrassment. "Sorry for uh- getting jealous, man. Maybe I should be the one paying you. You really did me a favor. I was being such an idiot. I should have just told Eddie in the first place. Thanks for, you know, making me so jealous I confessed? I guess?"
Argyle took another drag and handed the blunt off to Robin. "No problem, brochacho. Happy to be of service. You know what? You all can just buy my pizzas for a week. Call it even."
"Uh, Argyle buddy," Jonathan said, "that's way more than the $5 I said I'd give you."
"Don't sweat it, man. I would have done it for free."
"...But you're not doing it for free?" Nancy said with a look of fond exasperation.
"So when are we ordering pizza?" Argyle asked. "I'm starving."
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olderthannetfic · 2 months
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Until I read the comments on that one post I had no idea the Bechdel Test was a joke and wasn't supposed to be a serious measuring stick by which you gauged if something was feminist or not. Everywhere I'd ever heard it brought up, it was brought up as a very serious thing, and it was a failure of media if it didn't pass it. I remember the debate about Mako Mori from Pacific Rim and if she was a character you were "allowed" to like as a progressive person despite the fact that Pacific Rim doesn't pass the Bechdel Test, the discourse, the discussion of if the director was sexist for not writing in another woman for her to chat with about non-men related stuff, the camp of people trying to insist that having a fully realized character arc and being as developed as any of the male leads = good writing even if she doesn't talk to another girl...
And I've also had the remark about my writing not passing the test, just not to my face. I searched my fanfic's name once, curious to see if anyone was discussing it outside of tumblr and AO3, and found a Tiktok complaining about it not passing the Bechdel Test. The top comment was "motherfucker YOU don't pass the test but we still watch your ass". I cackled and moved on, but neither the commenter, poster, nor I had any awareness this wasn't Feminist Media Critique 101 theory and was, in fact, a goof.
Right now there's a segment of fandom debating if Blue Eye Samurai is feminist since when Mizu and Akemi talk, they do bring up men, since, y'know. Women aren't considered people with rights in their era in Japan and thus it's something they mention instead of only talking about being cool girlboss badasses who never bring up gender. If something doesn't pass the Bechdel Test, a smug segment of the internet high-fives itself and congratulates one another on being More Feminist Than Thou.
They then get really angry if you disagree, even though by this metric, Sleeping Beauty (the original animated one, where Aurora has only 16 lines of dialogue) is more feminist than Blue Eye Samurai.
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*DYING*
Okay, so, nonnie....
Dykes to Watch Out For (1983-2008) was a long-running comic and major piece of lesbian media. I grew up buying compiled volumes at the bookstore. To be honest, that kind of 90s-ish lesbian culture isn't really my scene despite me being bi, but it was very nice to have this slice of life-y somewhat realistic, occasionally somewhat parody, look at the queer communities around me. It's up there with Tales of the City for me in terms of being a window into a particular culture and time and place.
If anybody is interested in queer history, in addition to looking up factual info, I think a read of the complete Dykes would give a really good overview of how people were thinking about things and what issues came up a lot. You'll see things like Barnes & Noble increasingly putting feminist bookstores out of business in the 90s, attitudes towards porn in lesbian circles—all kinds of cultural issues of the day.
I drifted away as I got later in my teens and found more genre fiction I cared about, but at one point, this comic was a very welcome antidote to the glurgey coming out stories that made up a lot of the more realistic media.
Anyway, here's the comic itself, reproduced in its entirety because I think it's important to actually understand the context.
This is from 1985, so the era of Rambo, Conan, and Death Wish, each of which you can see being made fun of here. It's based on Bechdel's friend Liz Wallace's actual rule for seeing movies.
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That's it. That's the origin of this whole stupid test.
"LOL, fuck 80s action movies". That's it. That's the joke.
The fact that blockbusters still routinely fail to pass in the 2020s is shameful, but that was never the point of the strip.
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incorrect-jujutsu · 24 days
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jjk as texts i found on pinterest
megumi: jesus crispy
megumi: christ
itadori: JESUS CRISPY
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geto: are you in the bathroom with the lights off
gojo: why do you care i'm a grown man
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todo: we can skateboard in walmart at midnight man
kamo: that's super unsafe
todo: yep
todo: and
kamo: i don't think i can talk you out of that so okay
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toge (probably to yuta): WTF YOU TAKE LIKE TEN YEARS TO REPLY
toge: DO YOU TEXT PEOPLE AND THEN THROW YOUR PHONE ACROSS THE PACIFIC OCEAN
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itadori: 🎷🐕
itadori: isn't that so silly
itadori: 🎷🐛
itadori: 🎷🐁 🎷🐎 🎷🐐 🎷🐋 they're all so talented
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momo: stab stab
kamo: NO STABBING IN MY HOUSEHOLD
kamo: OR OUTSIDE MY HOUSEHOLD
kamo: NO STABBING
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sukuna: can we talk about fish
uraume: of course we can
sukuna: they think they're better than me
uraume: how dare they
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nobara: you laughed at me like three times
megumi: i do not recall nor do i care
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gojo: merry christmas i'm your present
nanami: can i have the receipt
gojo: WOW
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yuki: where have you been
choso: asleep
yuki: for two days??
choso: ya
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roturo · 8 months
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BITE ME
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summary: being a vampire hunter wasn't easy, and it became rougher when you encountered a cute tall white-haired vampire that would change up your opinions about them
warnings: smut, blood, vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader, sub!gojo, dacryphilia, gojo cries during sex lmao, kinda rushed, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, kinda fucked dumb tbh, blood lust, like it was love at first sight yass, no one is in their right mind, just horny tbh, loved this idea, maybe oc gojo idk, bc he's such a cutie pie here, aghdhsagbdy this is cute that im even surprised, never wrote for sub!gojo but idk, enjoy.
TUMBLR IS BASED ON A REBLOG SYSTEM. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK.
Since little you were taught many things, but the most important one is to always hate vampires.
Living in a community divided by unnatural human beings and well, humans, made society enter into a conflict if both kinds of communities should mix. 
Your family was a well known vampire hunter, you lived in a forest far away from the city where most of the vampires usually exist between humans. Being a medical student made you learn a lot about the species that killed your dad. So being a recognized ‘vampire hunter’ wasn’t such a good thing.
Maybe that’s why you couldn’t stand being near them, nor living with them. That’s why when you had a vampire as a patient (who are most of the time the ½ vampires) you made sure of learning all about them, learning how to defend yourself from them, and even might kill them.
You have a specific freezer for human blood and some samples of whatever type of blood vampires have. Spending most of the time examining the different types of cells and differences from the human blood.
And that’s the thing. Having human blood and being alone in the middle of nowhere is not the safest option to avoid vampires.
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Gojo Satoru is a well respected young vampire, not by his ancestors though, since he decided to live more of a ‘pacific lifestyle.’ Humans had this thing where vampires couldn’t feed themselves with human blood. At this rate he doesn’t know if the new generations are good for everyone or just for humans, and do not even dare to talk about animal blood, that’s disgusting. 
But when he has the chance of drinking human blood, I'm telling you, this man becomes insatiable. Maybe that’s why society invented other types of supplements for vampires. But coming from a lofty clan, he couldn’t live from those disgusting things human called ‘’food’’
And well... when he saw this cute lady coming out from the hospital with a case full of blood bags (thanks to his supernatural power to identify the delectable human blood on his own) he couldn’t resist himself from following you until you got home.
Please let it be possible that vampires can be knocked out, you thought. You couldn't believe a vampire was standing right infront of your freezer looking for something. With all of the strength you could muster up, you swung the pan down right on his head, no doubt strong enough to give anyone a major concussion. Immediately, he fell to the ground, as lifeless as he wouldn’t be if he wasn’t a vampire.
“Holy shit…” You breathed out, shoulders high and tense. Looking down at him, you noticed how young he looked, and in all honesty, he didn’t look threatening at all. You felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he wasn’t a vampire after all, and you might’ve just killed him.
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So that’s how you find yourself here and how you might met the love of your life.
Edging closer to the man, you bent down to see if he was breathing. He was completely still. That didn’t tell you much, though, as he could be dead or…the undead.
Thank god you had a basement here, especially if anything like this happened. I guess following your dad's steps really helped you out. Which was why it was the best place to drag the vampire into. Maybe you could keep him in there and question him on how the hell he got into your house, and at the same time, you could keep him at a safe distance from yourself.
He was much heavier than you thought he was, but you guessed that came from his height. He was still unconscious but you guessed that it wouldn’t be for long. Suddenly, two large hands grabbed the rusted metal bars from inside of the room and you screamed as his face had come into view like a jump scare.
“Get me out.”
You backed up from the window as far as you could, going to the other side of the room. You didn’t know why you were so scared, mainly because he was behind a locked door. You guessed that despite whatever vampire strength he had, he couldn’t get himself out.
Maybe it’s the hit on his head still playing games? The metal bars your dad gave you for this?
“What are you doing? Let me out!” He frowned. “Why did you put me in here?”
“W-why are you in my house?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything for a second.
‘’Ah.. shit.’’ Right, the blood bags. “Bitch, I was hungry!” He yelled back, making you recoil. Did he just call you a bitch? “That’s why I’m here, because I was hungry and I thought that maybe I could steal some of the blood bags you have.’’
‘‘Have you been stalking me?!’’ How does this vampire know about the blood bags?!
‘‘Uh-... no?... Yes.’’
You sighed. “Do you have anywhere else to go?”
“No…not really.” He said as if he was embarrassed. “I decided to drop out of college when I turned, so I can’t go back on campus.”
 “You can stay here if you want.” You didn’t exactly feel sure about him staying here, but he might help you with your research. He’s still a vampire after all… he’s a threat. But fuck it, that's how you learn new things. You asked for his name after you told yours.
‘‘Okay… Gojo Satoru. But you have to stay in there for a while, until I trust you.’’
“What about when I’m hungry?” He asked.
“I’ll figure that out’’
“What about when I’m lonely?”
“...’’
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The faint sound of Gojo calling in your name woke you up. 
“What the fuck…?” You frowned, squinted eyes getting used to the sunlight. “Oh my fucking gosh.” You quickly got up from your bed, putting on your slippers, and stumbling out of your room, barely able to walk in a straight line. You stomped your way down two flights of stairs until you were met with Gojo holding on to the bars again. “What?!”
“Hi.” He greeted you. “It’s tomorrow, right? I can’t really tell since I’ve been locked in a basement of a dungeon with no light. But if it’s tomorrow, can I have a blood bag? It’s been weeks since I’ve eaten.’’
‘‘And why haven’t you eaten? There’s literal stores for you, vampires!’’
‘‘Ah.. well… I don’t like those.’’
‘‘What?...’’ You looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. “You woke me up at 7 in the morning for a blood bag?”
“In my defense, I didn’t know it was 7.” He shrugged. You opened up the door of the cell, walking up the stairs, still tired from waking up only ten minutes ago. You heard him follow you, steps surprisingly light for someone as tall as he was.
He started looking around your house, kinda creepy for a vampire if you keep looking at weapons for them.
‘‘Um.. Are you a vampire hunter?’’
‘‘Yes.’’
He chuckled at your answer and sat on top of the table. ‘Why? Weren’t they banned like years ago? Humans even live with vampires, that’s silly from you.’’
‘‘Maybe I wouldn’t be silly if your kind didn’t killed my dad.’’
.... Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.
‘‘Oh... I’m sorry.’’
You sighed, he didn’t mean it in a bad way, he shouldn’t receive this type of behavior from you.
‘‘It 's… okay. I’m not a vampire hunter like it, i’m more like a vampire examinator?’’ Well, you didn’t even think about that one before, if you didn’t want to kill vampires why are you doing this?
You handed him a blood bag from the freezer, watching his eyes light up made you slightly smile, he’s kinda cute. You woke up from your trance and slightly shook your head away from those thoughts.
“Remember not to rip it open and spill it.” You said. “Especially not on these old floors, it’ll soak right in.”
“Oh…right.” He said, twisting open the nozzle and drinking from there. You watched him down it in less than thirty seconds, his brows furrowed in concentration. After he was done, he set it down on the counter.
‘‘Uh.. Can I stay again tonight?... I can sleep on the floor again!’’
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One night turned into two nights, and two nights turned into a week, and a week, turned into a month.
You found yourself smiling at him, not noticing how used to him you’ve gotten. He was very peculiar in the least, but you guessed that was mainly because of him being a vampire. You found yourself wondering what he was like when he was a human. It was weird to know that the two of you were always in such close proximity without knowing it. Maybe it was fate. You snapped back into reality once he smiled at you, and you didn’t even think to return the smile. Instead, you looked down at your hands, picking at your nails as if you were busy. Honestly, you were embarrassed to get caught looking at the handsome vampire with boyish charm.
“Y'know…you’ve been holding out really well, so far.” You told him. “You have even helped me with my researches, nothing that I didn’t knew about, but still helped me confirm me”
He turned to look at you. “Really?” He asked, eyes brightening up a little.
“Really.” You nodded with a smile, and he lazily smiled back. “So, I’ve decided to give you a little present.”
“A present? What is it?” He asked curiously, words muffled by the fact that he was still entranced by the tv and some vampire supplement you bought for him 
“Guess.” You told him, feeling a bit mischievous. “I’ll give you a hint. It’s almost like…Why did we meet in the first place.”
“Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. “I’ve never hit you with a pan though? Or have I?” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t think too hard, you even called me bitch for it’’
“But I really can’t think of anything?” He said. “Can you just give me it? I’m not good at this guessing game…”
“Satoru…” You sighed, something was happening to you, on him... leaned towards him, softly caressing his cheek and giving him a small peck. That wasn’t the surprise, and you were as surprised as him when you did that. It’s just that his eyes looked so beautiful, his messy hair covering his forehead, and his cheeky smile while watching some shitty show on the tv... He froze in surprise, enough to not be able to kiss you back. 
“Oh…” He chuckled nervously, and you swore something on him changed the moment he looked right into your eyes again. “Can you maybe do it again?” He asked.
You responded with another kiss, one that he had returned this time, except for more fervor. It was like he was waiting to kiss you, dreaming about your lips on his. Did this mean…that you felt the same? Were you as infatuated with him as he was to you? He doubted that it was possible. All without you knowing, he might’ve fallen in love. Falling in love with a vampire, what they trained you hate most...  It only had to be fate that brought you two together.
“I really like you.” Gojo blurted out once you two parted.
“Do you mean that?” You asked him, slight insecurity peeking out from your otherwise hard shell. “I doubt you’ve met very many people in your life.”
‘‘Oh I have, but no one could compare to you sugar.’’ His lips attached to yours again, it’s like he was waiting for this moment his whole life.
¨S-satoru, wait!¨ He immediately stopped his actions, looking worried and for any kind of threat in you.
‘‘That wasn’t the surprise, you can try human blood again.’’
‘‘You got new blood bags? That’s amazing!’’ He was about to stand up from the couch when you stopped him sitting down on his lap, which made him froze.
‘‘I mean it's like… human, human. You can try my blood.’’
‘‘What?'' Silence passed.
''Are you sure? You’re not going to kill me or something right? I’ve seen those knifes you have in the basement and that could sure even kill Dracula.’’ You nodded and laughed at what he said.
He gulped, dark red eyes honing into the beating vein on the left side of your neck. He hesitantly bent down, nose to your neck as he took a big whiff of your sweet blood. He shut his eyes, fighting off the instinct to groan at just how good you smelled.
You chuckled at his reaction, ‘‘I mean it Satoru, this is me saying I like you too. I trust you.’’ With one more second of hesitation, he bit into your neck with his sharp fangs, and you felt a sharp pain. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter as you tried to distract yourself from the pain.
He couldn’t stop the moans of satisfaction at the magnificent taste of your blood, and you gradually noticed that something felt weird. You still felt the pain on the bite, but Gojo’s demeanor changed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it too much. His hands were grabby, not only on your hips, but in your waist and your bottom, and you gasped in surprise.
You started to notice what was going on when you felt how hard he was, his bulge pushing into your stomach.
¨’Toru…?’’ You breathed out, feeling light headed. He moaned, suddenly grinding his lower half into you. He then retracted his fangs, looking at you with wide, lust blown eyes, your blood dribbling down his chin.
“I’m s-sorry-“ He whined, placing you on the counter and rutting himself into you. “I’m so sorry, I-I don’t mean, to, I can’t help it-“ He broke out into an erotic moan, and despite how lightheaded and out of it you were, it aroused you to no end.
You assured him it was okay, looking into his eyes, you could find lust, but mostly embarrassment from it. You didn’t know that he could get this worked up from his own bloodlust, but you weren’t complaining. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that there were too many clothes separating the both of you, but you didn’t think neither of you were in the right minds to seperate and take each article off.
“Can I be inside of you?” Gojo asked in between harsh breaths. “Please, please, please, I want to so bad-“ It was almost as if he was in pain, rutting into you so hard that you bounced on top of his lap each time. You nodded your head aggressively, opening your legs so you were caging his. You were wearing black leggings, and you thought that they’d be quick and easy to take off, but Gojo instead decided to rip them down the middle, doing so with ease.
“Satoru…!”
“Sorry! It’s just… I can’t take it any more baby..” He apologized over and over again, even as he released his cock from its confines, holding the thick base in between a shaky fist. He moved your panties to the side and slid in with one thrust. The both of you whined loudly at that, and he couldn’t wait any further before he started pounding into you with fervor. You heard the sound of your wet heat, but you didn’t care, mouth agape in a silent scream as he pounded into you with no remorse.
Well…some remorse. He couldn’t stop apologizing as he fucked into you, begging for you to forgive him for being so dirty and succumbing uncontrollable urges.
You yelped as he picked you up from the back of the couch, holding you in his arms as he dropped you on his cock over and over.
“Fuck!” You cursed. “M-more, more-“ You chanted, feeling his cock deep inside of you. You saw tears start to slide down his cheeks and he cried with pleasure. You clenched around him, wanting to see him unravel even more, which made him fuck you on his cock even faster, using you like a rag doll. His vampire strength had kicked in once he drank your sweet blood, something that he was afraid he’d get addicted on since he tasted you for the first time.
He was addicted to your warmth, your lips, your blood, and especially the way your pussy just sucked him in, holding tight and never letting go
“F-fuck, ‘toru, I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy convulsing around his cock and making him go crazy. You came around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He nearly slammed you into a wall, fucking you roughly, the slick from your cum making it easier to slide in and out of you.
You were extremely overstimulated, your abused pussy needing a break, but Gojo couldn’t stop. He let out nearly pornographic moans as he fucked you through yet another orgasm, not even noticing exactly what you were going through.
You just had to sit there, his cock inside of you, moaning his name again and again., taking just what he needed to give you.
“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-“ He whined, more tears spilling out of his eyes. You were out of it, dazed and cock drunk. “I’m gonna cum— ah!” He mewled out as he finally came, stilling inside of you as he filled you up. His legs shook as he shut his eyes tightly in pleasure.
After he finally calmed down, it was as if he returned to his senses. He quickly pulled out, immediately apologizing as you winced. He gently put you down, but your knees buckled, almost dropping to the floor, yet he caught you.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-“ He said, putting his softening member back in his pants. “I can’t believe I just did that to you, I really didn’t mean to, are you okay?“
“‘Toru, I’m fine.” You said to him, holding onto him tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You were still a bit lightheaded, but you were able to reassure him. “I didn’t expect it, but I’m really okay.”
“You shouldn’t have let me drink from you.” He said, tears still falling. “I’ve ruined everything, how could I get so out of-“
You interrupted him with a kiss to shut him up.
“Listen, ‘toru…” You said softly, the nickname making him calm down a bit. “You did nothing wrong. At all. I am more than fine. In fact…I really liked it.”
You watched as his ears got red. “Y-you liked…that? Did I not hurt you?”
You shook your head with a chuckle. “No. In fact…you made me feel really…really good.” You smiled, making him get even more flustered. “I’m just kind of tired. As good as you made me feel, you wore me the hell out.”
“I can carry you to your bed.” Gojo said, quick to pick you up. she then noticed your ripped leggings and destroyed panties. He gulped, feeling even more sorry. “And I can help you change into clothes that aren’t ripped…”
¨What if I tell you I want another round?¨
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