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inkyray · 2 days

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a/n: yall asked so i gave!! within the same 24 hours too, crazy.

warnings/content ahead: smut, fluff, suggestive, cutesy stuff, sexual stuff, and all in between, lmk if i miss anything

TOUCHY!MATT HEADCANONS

touchy!matt, who would always catch you in the quietest of times. it would be midnight as you stood in the middle of the kitchen, frozen in place as you checked something on your phone. matt feeling the lack of presence from his bed since you got up, tiredly creeping up from behind you, slowly planting wet delicate kisses on your neck in sleepiness.

touchy!matt, who made sure to brush flimsy hair out of your face when you were talking to him, wanting to see nothing but your eyes in the way, his fingers slowly brushing against your skin as he listened to you attentively.

touchy!matt, who held tightly onto your hands durring stressful situations that would bug him, or you. when something was wrong with either one of you guys, he'd be the first to grab ahold of your hands, providing comfort to the both of you. a silent way of saying he was there for you, vice versa.

touchy!matt, who would nudge his head into the crook of your neck when he was sleepy, feeling his breath fan onto your skin as he breathed in your scent.

touchy!matt, who would spoon you when he already found you asleep, wanting nothing more than to fall into slumber alongside you, intertwined.

touchy!matt, who, when walking too long, say at a mall, notices how bad your feet ached, your limps getting worse as he winced, offering to carry you home. whether it was a piggyback or bridal style, it always took you by surprise just how far he was willing to go so you wouldn't hurt.

touchy!matt, who wanted to lay his head on your lap everytime you watched movies together.

touchy!matt, who loves to say how much he hated the corny shit couples would do, but when the music was just right, and it was late at night, he would jokenly take your hands for a slow dance.

at first you two trip over each other's feet with laughter, but the minute flies, and next thing you knew, you two were swaying against the rhythm of the music, your hands intertwined with the other as he swallowed, lifting his hand to twirl you around, pulling you back in as you rested the side of your head on his chest, continuing to sway to the song.

touchy!matt, who loved giving you forehead kisses, planting them on your head every morning and night, soothing your hair back.

touchy!matt, who craved hugs from you every 4-5 business days, the ones where he crawls on top of you in bed, crushing you so tightly and held it, wanting to feel you chest to chest with him, loving the steady beat of your hearts thumping against each other.

touchy!matt, who would specifically kiss the tiny freckles, moles, or birthmarks on your body, it didn't matter where they were, he wanted even the indifferent parts of your body to feel whole, and his.

touchy!matt, who would always guide your palm to his dick, using your hands to show you just how much he needed you.

touchy!matt, whose favorite position is missionary, loving to see your pretty face scrunch up and whimper because of him, wanting to see the expressions that slipped from your grasp because of him.

touchy!matt, who would eat your tits whole, if he could. spreading open mouthed kisses on them all the way down your stomach, feeling your hand instinctively grip onto his hair when he'd bring his kisses lower.

touchy!matt, who'd chuckle at your neediness for more of his tongue, sending soft vibration through your cunt.

touchy!matt, who would bite your lip when he got desperate when making out. when you'd pull away gasping for air, he'd only just drag your bottom lip back to him with his teeth, needing more of you.

touchy!matt, who'd lock both your hands over your head as he rams into you, his hands pressing against your hand hard on the bedsheets, sliding his fingers past his palms and through the separations of your fingers, interwhining them as his speed quickens and your moans get louder.

touchy!matt, who was also a sucker for slow, intimate and sloppy sex. the kind that leaves you sweaty and full of thoughts, the kind where he can take his time and lick every part of your body, taking his time to memorize every inch with it.

touchy!matt, who would get whiny and bratty if you ignored him for too long, petty enough to return the favor, which would only piss you off more. he didn't like seeing you angry, but oh how he loved it.

touchy!matt, who traces the lines of your lips with his fingers.

touchy!matt, who is on the edge of getting a tattoo decicated to you.

touchy!matt, who acts like he doesn't know about your fantasies of wanting to ride his nose.

touchy!matt, who always felt like he wanted to dig himself into your skin and wear you like a cloak.

"yeah, i think you've brought that up once or twice, matt."

"i just want to put you on and zip you up, maybe when im inside you i could finally feel close enough to you." he rambles.

"i could think of a few way you could put yourself inside me." you blinked up at him.

(chris's version here)

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rumisgf · 2 days

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YOUR BEST EATER ! - JJK EDITION

summary: jjk characters i think can eat pussy the best and who i think would not. that’s really it, i’m telling yall who the munches are. enjoy some pussy eating headcanons :D !

warnings: explicit obviously, black!reader, discussing f!receiving oral, use of the title daddy (once), cursing, slight crack, slander but i’m kidding kinda

GOJO SATURO - 10/10

✧ he’s sick in the head.

✧ i hate him truly. he gives good head and he knows it.

✧ he loves making it messy, he wants your arousal all over his face

✧ he wants it on the sheets by the time he’s finished

✧ he also likes making you cum multiple times, so don’t expect mercy

✧ he gets a kick out of watching you squirm and writhe under his touch

✧ and not only is his tongue magical, but he knows all the methods to make you scream for him

✧ he uses fingers and all that

✧ he’s definitely made you squirt from head

✧ the type of head he gives will have you soaked before he even fucks you

✧ yk the song that’s like ‘i’m the type of guy that’s gon eat it ‘fore i put it in?”

✧ yeah, that’s gojo

“one more, princess? hm?”

“yesss- please ‘toru!”

“good girl.. want you to make a mess all over my tongue”

GETO SUGURU - 9/10

✧ he’s a good contender for sure

✧ he’ll act like he doesn’t want to at first but it’s all a facade

✧ he can’t let you know he’s a fiend too early of course

✧ but when he finally does, boy are you surprised

✧ toe curling. jaw dropping.

✧ he’ll have you creaming on his fingers while he sucks on your clit like a madman

✧ it hurts so good and you never want him to stop

✧ and he licks your clit so attentively, he looks at each facial expression you make

✧ he draws perfect circles with his tongue

✧ it’s definitely not his strong suit (but shit that’s saying something)

✧ i’ll give him his flowers though for sure

✧ he gives the type of head that has you aching for him to put his dick inside you already

“taste so fuckin’ good. love this pussy, baby- ‘s all mine.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8/10

✧ he’s one of those guys who swears up and down he doesn’t eat pussy

✧ he does.

✧ first time he went between your thighs, you thought you saw god

✧ whenever your hips lift up and you start squirming from all the pleasure, he presses them back into the mattress

✧ and he edges you while giving you head

✧ he’ll have you screaming then stop just to hear you beg for him to let you cum

✧ he’s still a sadist at the end of the day, he can’t let you have too much fun

✧ either that, or he overstimulated you until there’s literal tears streaming down your cheeks

✧ he loves making you cry from head

✧ if he’s not having you gag on his dick as he throat fucks you, this is his other way to see tears stain your pretty face

✧ whenever you squirt from him giving you head, he feels very satisfied with himself

✧ he can never give head for too long tho because the sight of you dripping pussy right in front of his eyes makes him so hard it hurts

“stay fuckin’ still brat. let me taste this pussy.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN - 2/10

✧ he doesn’t eat pussy.

✧ yeah, sorry.

✧ he’s a literal demon idk what else was expected

✧ in all seriousness, he’s not too fond of giving head

✧ but, he does enjoy fingering you though

✧ his fingers are often plunged into your hole while make out sessions and it’s his go-to for foreplay

✧ he’ll have you on his lap and play with your cunt until you’re crying

✧ and if you have toys, he loves overstimulating you with him

✧ this is often how he punishes you (sometimes he just feels like it, though)

✧ but long story short, this man will NOT be your best eater

“ry- fuck! daddy please- can’t take it!”

“nuh uh, this is what you wanted doll. let me take care of ya.”

NANAMI KENTO - 10/10

✧ if gojo’s not your best eater, nanami’s definitely your best eater

✧ he’s got every tongue and finger combo down packed

✧ he gets down. he do NOT play.

✧ he’s definitely a pleasure dom at heart so he believes you deserve good head from him

✧ and he also doesn’t talk at all while giving you head

✧ it’s almost amazing how focused he gets

✧ his form of communication is looking up at your fucked out face, filling his ego

✧ he likes eating you at after he fucks you

✧ that way he can fuck his cum back into you with his tongue and taste your arousal at the same time

✧ it’s also a way to overstimulate you that he can be slick with

✧ whenever you’re in missionary, he always has your legs bent to your ears so he can pull out and lap at your pussy whenever he wants to

✧ it’s a rush getting fucked into oblivion then getting your soul snatched as he slurps up all your juices

✧ he also enjoys how wet he makes you, so you taste so good when he does

✧ he spits on it. that’s all i have to say.

“k-kento.. so good..”

CHOSO KAMO - 11/10

✧ OHHHH LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

✧ you thought i wouldn’t put him above gojo and nanami? you’re wrong.

✧ this man is a munch. he’s a fiend. it’s pathetic.

✧ he’ll eat pussy on his knees, matter of fact he loves it

✧ he loves when you trap your legs around like yes please don’t let him breathe he might nut right then and there

✧ he whimpers while eating you out.

✧ he won’t say it, but he likes spelling out words in your clit

✧ he mostly just spells his name

✧ and he loves how you taste, so he can eat you out forever

✧ you have to tap out for him to stop because he really has no self control when it comes to eating you out

✧ and please, sit on his face.

✧ and actually sit on it. this man doesn’t wanna be able to breathe

✧ he’ll leaves fingerprint marked bruises on your ass cheeks from gripping them as he works his tongue from under you

✧ him eating you out always has you squirting before he even fucked you yet

✧ he also enjoys tasting the mix of yours and his cum after he fucks you

✧ choso gives head so good you wanna have his kids

“babyyy- ‘m c-cumming!”

“f-fuck, taste so good baby. need you so bad.”

@ rumisgf

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thisisawonderfulusername · 2 days

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good luck, babe abby anderson x reader requested by: @fictionalgap and @evelynscoffin summary: based off of chappell roan's "good luck, babe" word count: 3k a/n: this is definitely not my best work because i haven't written anything in so long but i hope yall enjoy it. i also took a wee bit of creative liberty with the lyrics lol

abby has been your best friend since joining the fireflies, when you were nothing but teenagers learning to survive in a cruel world. when life got to be too much, she was there for you, inviting you into her room and bed where you can lay your head on her chest, and you were there for her just the same.

as you got older, it seemed to be more her needing comfort after breaking up with yet another boyfriend that you knew wouldn't last long. or more so, hoped it wouldn't last long.

as a younger girl, you never understood that feeling. why didn't you want your best friend to be happy with a boy she liked? are you protective of your best friend? a good vibe-checker?

you later realized that no. you're not protective, or good at telling when a guy isn't right for her.

you're in love with her.

and you first realized that three months ago, when you had gotten drunk with her in your room when your roommate was at the fob. she was smiling as she entered your room after a swift knock, kicking off her boots. “i have a surprise for you,” she hums.

“oh really?” you chuckle, sitting up in your bed and setting aside the book you were reading. “what is it?”

excitedly, she turns her back to you as she searches through her bag. seconds later, she's turning around with a grin, a bottle of whiskey held up for you to see.

your eyebrows raise at the sight as she moves to sit next to you on the bed. “where did you even get that?”

“snagged it from the liquor store on patrol.” she tells you, muscles flexing as she twists the cap off. it's effortless for her, even though it's been sitting on a shelf for who knows how long now. she holds out the bottle, “care to have the first drink?” she smiles cheekily.

chuckling, you grab the bottle from her. you take a long drink, automatically regretting it as you swallow and your throat burns with the liquid's travel. your nose scrunches in disgust, “god, that tastes terrible.”

abby laughs, taking it from you and drinking, “good thing we're not drinking it for the taste.”

hours later, you're laying on your bed, the now half empty bottle discarded onto your bedside table as you stare up at the ceiling.

abby lays next to you, finger trailing along an exposed sliver of your skin along your abdomen. she looks at you with a face flushed from alcohol, mumbling quietly, “you're so pretty.”

a lazy smile tugs up on your lips as you turn your head to look at her, tired eyes meeting hers. “you're prettier,” you mumble just as softly.

she chuckles, turning on her side to get a better look at you. her hand rests on your hip. “that's not possible,” she hums.

it's then that the feeling washes over you. a warmth- that's partially from the alcohol- but it grows hotter with how she's looking at you. like you're the only other person in the world.

to you, in this moment, she is.

slowly, your hand comes to rest on her cheek as you gaze into her eyes, unconsciously leaning closer.

“can i…” its barely a whisper as your lips hover just over hers, breaths mingling as your heavy eyes gaze into her own that dart down to your slightly chapped lips. you can't even finish the sentence with your breath taken away.

instead of saying anything, she closes the almost non-existent gap as your nose nudges hers, lips meeting like puzzle pieces that completed each other perfectly. her lips are the taste of the whiskey you drank, spicy sweet and so much better than the actual drink.

when you have to pull apart for oxygen, your eyes stay closed for a moment before they slowly fluttered open, meeting her intense gaze.

and without another word, your lips meet again. soon, feverish kisses turn to more.

when you wake up the next morning, the bed next to you is empty, void of a warmth that once wrapped around your undressed body. you could almost believe that it was a dream, but the bottle on your bedside said differently.

you sigh, getting ready for the day.

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

it's impossible to avoid staring at abby's arms as you sit across from her in the back of the humvee. they're just perfectly spread across the top of the truck bed walls, perfectly positioned to show her bulging muscles and the freckles that litter them.

if she saw your gaze, she would never mention it here, where other ears can hear the teasing comments she makes about your wandering eyes when you're alone once again.

remembering that fact- that she doesn't want people to know- strains your heart as it finally allows you to look away from her, lips unconsciously pulling down into a frown.

outside of your nights together, abby acted like you were just another one of her friends. when you were alone, she'd whisper sweet things to you as her head rested on your chest and your fingers trailed over her muscles. around other people… she just acted like there's nothing special going on between you.

you let out a soft sigh and toy with the magazine in your pistol, not noticing her quick glance in your direction with furrowed brows.

later that night, after you had taken a shower and laid down on your bed, there was a knock on the door. specifically the knock that you and abby made so you would always know if it was her or you at the door.

“come in!” you raise your voice so she can hear and she pushes the door open. “what's up?” you ask as she crosses the room to your bed.

she shows the movie she holds in her hand. “look what i found,” displaying the title clearly.

“jurassic park?” you question with a chuckle, “where did you even find that?”

“stashed it when no one was looking.” she tells you, opening the case to pull out the dvd.

when no one was looking.

you should expect that she wouldn't even want people to know you shared nights where just the two of you hung out- it still hurt nonetheless.

“well, let's pop it in.” you grin, grabbing the shitty old laptop you had found in an electronics store, shocked when you plugged it in at the stadium and it actually worked. of course, there were few things you could do.

but movies didn't require ‘internet’ as you had learned about when you first found the thing and explored all that it had to offer.

“chrome?” you squint your eyes at the icon displayed on the screen, looking to abby as she shrugs. you click the icon and it brings you to a screen with a spinning line, which loads after a moment.

“no internet?” abby questions, her arm behind your back as she uses it to hold herself up, “is there anything we can do?”

with a shrug, you click the x before examining the screen. the square button cut into four pieces catches your attention. when you move the little arrow across the screen, it pops up with a box that showed many different titles.

“dvd player…” you point out, “my dad said dvds were movies that you could put in a tv.” you purse your lips, clicking the title for it to bring up a box with text in the center.

enter disc

humming, you turn to look at her, “looks like we can't do shit without a movie,” you frown, disappointed.

“looks like we have something to look for on our next patrol.” her sentence turns your frown into a smile, already excited for whenever you can watch an actual movie.

“what's minesweeper?”

after settling in on your bed, the two of you cuddled up to watch the movie.

halfway through, she turned to look at you, “were you okay today?” she asks out of nowhere.

you pause the movie, looking to her with furrowed eyebrows. “what do you mean?”

she looks down at the blanket for a moment, “you seemed… off.” she starts, “in the truck?”

breath almost catching in your throat, you avoid her gaze. you hope you're not incredibly obvious. “nothing was wrong,” you lie, “i was just… worried about scars.” it is not smooth at all, but you have to hope she doesn't notice or at least not question it.

her hand gently grabs your chin to guide your gaze to her soft one. “you know you can tell me if something's wrong, right?” she asks gently.

the nod you give her is limited due to her hand still held to your jaw, and you can't trust yourself to say anything without breaking down.

“okay,” she says almost silently. if you weren't so close right now you wouldn't have heard it. without another word, she leans in to give you a slow kiss.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

“why don't you want anyone to know about us?”

the question is quiet, but it seems to fill your silent bedroom as you lay in your bed, fingers grazing across her toned back, her skin warm.

she turns her head to look up at you, cheek resting against your bare chest. “what do you mean?” she questions, just as softly.

you take a small breath and avoid looking into her eyes, focusing on your finger as it traces her muscles. “i mean…” you think for a moment, “we’ve been doing this… thing… for a few months now.”

when she doesn't reply, you purse your lips. “i guess i just want to know what this is.”

her eyebrows are furrowed as she looks at you. “what do you mean by this?” she asks.

you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head back. “us. our relationship.” is that even what she considered it? you've been sneaking around, having these intimate moments- what if it's nothing to her?

you wouldn't be surprised. she hasn't exactly tried to keep it exclusive, getting drunk with different guys and doing who knows what. maybe she has this sort of thing with other people too.

“i… didn't know that's what you wanted.” she tells you after a moment, avoiding your eyes as she focuses on your soft skin.

you can't help the frown that tugs your lips down.

“i guess i'm just not ready.” she finally says, still not looking up at you.

the deep breath you take shakes as you think through your next words carefully.

then when will you be?

what do you even think of this?

how long will you make me wait?

“okay.”

I'm cliché, who cares?

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

Think I'm gonna call it off

Even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"

you're tired of it.

the hiding, the secrecy. watching as she goes around to different boys- to owen- it made you sick and you can't handle it anymore.

you can't even stand being in the stadium. it was something you had been thinking for a long while now, but every time abby came to you it made you change your mind.

but now, abby won't be able to stop you. you were going to tell her it's over, then leave right after.

to give yourself no ability to hesitate once you come back to your room, you grab your pack and fill it with the essentials, your water bottle going into its designated pocket.

before you swing it over your shoulder, you notice the jacket you wear. tugging it off, the wlf logo stares back at you. you think one last time if this is what you really want before you throw it across the room and grab your bag, leaving the room and bravely walking down the hallways.

when you get to her door, you put the bag next to it, taking a deep breath. looking down at your feet, you use your special knock one more time.

when she opens the door, you meet her eyes. you take a deep breath. “can i come in?” you question, abnormal for your relationship. typically, it's late at night, and you don't even wait for her to open the door.

her eyebrows furrow as she looks at you, clearly confused. “sure?” she answers, not used to all of what's happening.

nodding, you enter the room, hands meeting each other as you play with your fingers. she closes the door behind you.

“we can't do this anymore.”

you wish you could say it louder, wish it didn't feel like your heart was being squeezed by your very own hand. you're afraid of her reaction. angry, sad, indifferent. anything upset you in multiple ways, so you avoid her gaze.

the silence that follows has you closing your eyes as your hand balls into a fist, taking in a deep breath until finally, she speaks. “what do you mean?”

it sounds dejected and your fist clenches harder. pulling your gaze away from the wall feels like the hardest thing you've ever done, and you think it might be when you see her fallen features.

part of you wishes she was angry instead. if she was angry, it would be easier to justify ending everything. but you have to ignore the rapid thump of your heart.

“i-” you swallow dryly, “i can't keep being with someone who doesn't want anyone to know we're together.”

she starts to say your name, but you swiftly cut her off. “i want to be with someone who loves me like i love them.”

you will your gaze to steel itself as it returns to her, not wanting to break down into tears just yet. abby steps forward, her hand gently reaching out to touch your arm. “i do love-”

“- no, you don't.” you stop her sentence from finishing, stepping away from her touch. “i know you don't because this is what it takes for you to say it. you don't even want anyone to- fuck, i'm nothing to you.”

when she stops speaking all together, just staring with hurt filling her eyes as she tries to spit out everything that she's thinking- you're not nothing to her, she does love you. with all of her heart.

but she's scared. scared of her feelings, of how other people will view her as different for not being what she deemed was ‘normal’.

when a long beat of silence passes, you finally tear your gaze away from hers, willing yourself not to look at her as you walk past her and to the door. you can't take being here any longer- it's suffocating. and she clearly wasn't going to say anything soon.

your name slips past her lips again, a sound you would love in any other context. “please, just-” but the door is closed behind you before she can even begin to think of how to say what she wants to say.

you swiftly grab your bag, not pausing for a second as you walk down the hall, trying to control your breathing. in and out at a steady pace, ignoring your rapidly beating heart as you guide yourself.

you don't look at your room door as you pass, focusing your gaze straight ahead so you don't have a chance to think about stopping.

you make your way to the entrance, your watch showing that it was the shift change for the guards. perfectly timed for no one to be able to question where you were going.

when abby rushes down the hallway to your room, practically banging on your door, you're not there to answer. instead, she throws open the door when you don't respond. her eyes immediately fall to your side of the room as she walks towards it.

everything is gone. your pistol, the water bottle that you kept next to your bed- and when her gaze falls to the floor, your wlf jacket, crumpled up and forgotten.

her hand balls into a tight fist as her jaw clenches, taking in a deep and shaky breath. “fuck…”

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

And when you think about me, all of those years ago

You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

You know I hate to say it, "I told you so"

good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

with a jolt, abby wakes up, slowing her rapid breaths while she holds her hand to her chest. she looks to her side, reality replacing the dream-turned nightmare.

sitting up, she looks at the guy she had been talking to that day over a bottle of whiskey laid next to her, his chest bare as he slept peacefully.

closing her eyes, she holds her head in her hands. her mind travels to you, wondering where you had gone and how far you've gotten in the year you were gone. would she be able to find you if she tried?

i do love you

you don't want anyone to- fuck, i’m nothing to you

i’m nothing to you.

nothing.

if only she showed you how wrong you were.

but you were the one to prove her wrong. she could only imagine you laughing in her face as you told her you were right.

pinching the bridge of her nose, she finally throws the blanket off of herself, getting her clothes back on to go back to her own bed. she can't sleep for the rest of the night.

taglist (kinda had to start over with it because i lost the original oops) @rosecentury

#abby anderson x reader #tlou x reader #tlou abby x reader #the last of us x reader #the last of us abby anderson x reader #tlou abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou x reader

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typicalopposite · 6 hours

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Ok before I have to actually go be productive today one more brain worm that won’t leave me alone (trust me it’s not the last just the last for today… maybe)

It’s Tommy’s birthday right…

he has been with Evan through a few of the 118 crews birthdays so maybe he should have know to expect something. But— but he just still doesn’t feel like he’s a part of the family yet, you know. He’s always included, he isn’t ignored, but he assumes it’s because he is Evan’s boyfriend. And they love their Buck so of course they will be super welcoming to him…

But now it’s his birthday. And maybe he should have expected something but he didn’t and when Evan says they have to go by Bobby’s real quick (to make sure everything is cleared for the days he took off to spend Tommy’s birthday weekend with him… or something) he couldn’t have been more surprised when there is a room full of people and they are cheering and wishing him a happy (40th if we are doing his real age or let’s say 45th if it’s older… idk what is his age yall?!?) birthday!

And he is… speechless. Because he really didn’t expect this.

They bring out a cake and— and he has to quickly blink away tears because he hasn’t had a cake made for him since the one Hen smashed his face into. Other teams just aren’t as tight knit as the 118… and finally— finally he feels like he’s a part of that.

#911 #911 show #911 abc #911 season 7 #911 fic prompts #911 drabble #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #118 firefam #I am obsessed with this show omg yall send help!#i have so many ideas

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p4nishers · 1 year

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dont get me wrong i LOVE jealous obi wan but what i prefer is absulately PATHETIC jealous obi wan. like he sees quinlan flirt w cody and brush up against him every opportunity he gets just to annoy obi wan and he's fuming so much he trips and falls flat on his face. or when he sees ventress throw herself into codys lap and is about yell but smacks into a wall. or even better some random local on the planet they're staying offers to show cody around and he's too busy starting at every move they make and he full on headbutts a tree branch and cody has to call the medic to come aid him. obi wan is v smug that cody forgot his guide existed the moment he saw obi wan. VERY smug.

#no matter what yall say will change the fact that obi wan is the biggest simp to ever simp coming in VERY close second to anakin rizzwalker #who upon first meeting rex blushes such an alarming shade of red that he passes out and when he finds rex at his bedside he jumps so high #in surprise he falls off the bed and gets a bruised back #ANYWAy pathetic obi wan my favorite genre of man to ever man #he's SOOOOOOO pathetic and babygirl i thrive on his suffering #<3 him #dont ask why ventress is throwing herself at cody its random but i can see her doing fhat just to piss obi wan off #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #clone wars #star wars #gay #tcw #sw #the clone wars #asajj ventress #quinlan vos #rexwalker

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strigital · 3 months

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just... him... 🥺

#received his letter and lemme just say ayo what #mans basically acknowledged his feelings and im just #also yall notice how he comments on always expecting the worst so that he either turns out right or is pleasantly surprised?#our mans garrus said the same shit to femshep!!!#now i am convinced 1000% that he is in fact an easter egg #which is ironic cause he once was an egg #so anyways #i crave this man carnally and literally NEED to read fanfics where he lets the vestige touch him for the first time as a sign of utter trust #and then it escalates if ya kno what i mean wink wink #alas ao3 is BARREN when it comes to sharp content #woe be upon us sharp stans!!#anyways... off i got to do some dailies to make my lizard babey happy and mayhaps finally receive him as a guest #mans deserves to retire in a nice lil home on a picturesque shore #*sighs dreamily*#elder scrolls online #eso #zenimax #bethesda #sharp as night #argonian #def not garrus vakarian in a disguise #my art #sketch #traditional sketch #ballpoint sketch #oc #bosmer #ilandris the magpie #i am completely normal about the fact #that he used his OWN feather for the lure he gives us (which is basically a proposal as far as I'm concerned!)

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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 2 months

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I really don’t think we should be treating morality as a linear thing in ASOIAF because what often happens is that we start to stray from the actual conversations that we need to be having regarding the depths of making a moral choice and even the circumstances involved. To try and blankly paint any one character as the “most morally good” isn’t really taking us anywhere. And it certainly isn’t helpful when people in this fandom want to try and prove that characters are “grey” but not moral (what does that even mean??) because they did one “bad” thing. If ASOIAF stans were to have their way, then:

Jon is not a morally good person because he threatened Gilly

Dany cannot be considered to be compassionate because she sanctioned torture against the wine seller’s daughters

Arya cant be good because she has killed people

and so on, and so on….

But this is such a draining, and oft times frustrating, conversation to have because you see just how shallow the above listed examples are? Readers are listing only singular instances across a narrative that spans thousand and thousands of pages, and there’s absolutely no context involved. Why did Jon threaten Gilly? Why did Dany resort to torture and at one point did she do it? Who did Arya kill and why? And why do those singular instances negate everything else in their arcs?

What usually happens when we have the 12847647282th unnecessary conversation about who is the “most good” character in ASOIAF is that we start getting blanket statements with no elaboration. And the only people ever considered are Ned, Brienne, and Davos, and sometimes the children like Shireen or Tommen. Mind you, Ned and Davos are not perfect or without their own faults either; much has been said about Ned’s abilities as a father and it’s implied that Davos was not entirely faithful to his wife. And based on her current arc, Brienne will surely have to make morally tough choices regarding oaths and knightly honor. Plus theres the irony of including literal children when they have not been put in situations where they actually have to make morally difficult choices and live with the consequences.

ASOIAF shows us that people who are capable of incredible kindness and compassion are also capable of doing unpleasant things.

Jon threatened Gilly….because he was trying to save another child whom he believed to be at risk of human sacrifice(!!) and was stuck between a rock and a hard place. But why does that singular instance negate the fact that his arc has been about him standing up for the “lesser than”? Why does that negate the fact that he stood up for Sam against a superior when there was nothing to gain for him? Why does it negate the fact that he went out of his way to equip Arya in a way that society would have deemed inappropriate? Why does it negate the fact that he dedicated the entirety of his time as Lord Commander to fight an institution that had upheld racism/xenophobia for millennia? Why should we filter out all those moments of kindness, compassion, and deep empathy that Jon has even without him thinking?

Dany sanctioned torture….but she was trying to solve the murder of an innocent victim AND this brought her no joy. But why does that negate the fact that when she gained unimaginable power, she could’ve high tailed to Westeros to use it to her benefit and become queen, but instead chose to stay in Essos where she has no personal responsibility just so she could fight the institutional evil that is slavery? Why does it negate Dany who went to personally treat plague victims at great risk to herself?

Arya has killed some….but it’s in self defense or in defense of others who are disenfranchised. But why does this negate that she is one of the few people in the series how goes out of her way to show kindness and friendship to those who are not as economically or politically advantaged as she is (e.g., Mycah)? Why does it negate that she took fellow slaves under her protection when she herself had little power to fight for her own survival at Harrenhall? Why does it negate that when she saw those caged soldiers whom she was angry with for their actions, instead of leaving them to die instead offered them the only kindness she could at the moment: a drink of water?

Trying to have arguments about morality but stripping everything down to ‘x character did y bad thing (regardless of context) and that’s why they can’t be good’ is, to be blunt, ridiculous. And it isn’t a particularly interesting way to engage with the text. Character journeys, especially well written ones, are rarely ever in a straight line. There’s amazing highs and terrible lows. GRRM gives us so many characters like Jon, Dany, Arya, Sansa, Ned, etc. who even in their lows, have gleams of compassion and exceptional kindness. It doesn’t do anyone any good to filter those moments out to make the books more digestible; and I’m being a little generous here, because so many readers have a very shallow level of engagement with the series and it shows in conversation. And we also shouldn’t pit these characters unfairly against those who have never been in similarly difficult situations that required them to make hard choices. Because when we do, we start to completely miss the point all together.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #yeah this came out of a particular thread on Reddit and I was just like….🫠 those people can’t be serious fjsnsnssjsb #trying to argue that jon is not a good person because he *checks notes* slept with ygritte and broke his nw vows #yeah let’s crucify a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD for not conforming to absolutely ridiculous norms that have absolutely no bearing to his true purpose #asoiaf stans when a literal child isn’t happy about dumb rules set by a penal colony that’s akin to indentured servitude:#surprised pikachu face #and the audacity to say garlan Tyrell is a better person that Jon or Dany or arya #what books are yall reading????#what has he ever done that’s remotely comparable to these people that proves he is the height of honor or selflessness??#nothing #we know literally nothing about this guy I’m-#tagging #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #arya stark #because it’s relevant in context

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