#i couldnt get this out of my head so here
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NEEDY
a/n- this is very bad, and random (i also made this at 12am on a school night!)
warnings- oral, creampie, use of y/n, caught, and language
summary- y/n gets caught staring at matts hands, so he does something about it.
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"bro y/n are you listening?"
chris says suddenly snapping me out of my trance, i was to busy studying matts hand to be listening, "um yea." i lied. Ive been looking at matts hands for the past 35 minutes
wondering what great things they would do to me.
"then re say one fucking word i said!" chris snapped at me leaving me speechless, "thats what i thought" chris said in a know it all way leaning back onto the couch getting comfortable.
ding
i got a snapchat notification from, 'matt?' i thought to myself.
i opened my phone looking up at matt not understanding why he couldnt just tell me whatever he was snapping me about.
'oh shit its a photo' i thought to myself furrowing my eyebrows almost automatically clicking the image
'holy shit' i was not expecting to see a picture of his dick.
"wdf is this matthew?"
"you think i dont see you staring at me? not just me but my hands?"
"idek what youre talking about matt."
"go to my room. naked. now."
read 1:43 am
as soon as i read the last sentence he sent me i got up and started walking to his room, "where are you going y/n?" matt asked knowing exactly where the fuck i was headed.
"um." i cleared my throat, "im h-headed to your room. I dont feel to good." I already could feel my cunt dripping in arousle, "im gonna head to bed too then" matt said standing up smirking at me, "oh okay." i said turning back around practically sprinting to his room, him following behind me.
as soon as we entered his room he grabbed me by the waist, "fuck matt" i said pulling my shirt off.
"damn ma you roaming free 'round here?" he said hooking his mouth to my left boob, since i didnt have a bra on.
matt moved us over from his door frame to his bed, throwing me down moving his mouth from my left boob to my right.
"shit baby, can i taste you." he said this statement more as a demand rather than a question, "anything you want matt" i said tugging at his waistband. All he did was nod, and with a tic of approval i pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion
his rock hard dick slapping his stomach, that shit was bout 8-9 inches.
"fuck matt." i said as he pulled down my shorts and laced panties down painfully slow, "i want you to taste me already" i said removing my legs from the last peice of clothing covering me
"say no more" he said giggling, going down on me im one swift motion.
as soon as his tongue hit my clit, immediate pleasure spred throughout my body. Waves of enjoyment sprung through my body
"shit im already so close matt please" i said gripping his hair bucking my hips into his mouth, "cum in my mouth baby" as soon as those 5 words left his mouth the knot in my stomach became undone
slowly matt stopped and kissed me, "isnt it your turn matt?" i said cupping the side of his face staring into his peircing blue eyes, "shit. If im being honest... i came already. twice."
"matt what the fu-" i was about to finish my sentence before i heard a ding from my phone
it was chris
"you both are nasty as fuck." chris stated arguably correct.
i rolled my eyes, and showed matt. We both looked at each other and started bursting out laughing
"i know!" is all i replied with before shutting my phone off and kissing matt
"thank you matt." i said looking at him, "any time." he said kissing me one last time.
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i hate this. I HATE THIS. i hate my life 💕
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo edit#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut#sturniolo x reader
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Could you do a Catnap in heat/ mating season? The whimpy and needy the better, pls and thank you🙏🙏🙏💞
Heated moments
warnings: smut, bondage, teasing, cussing
relationships: in heat!catnap x fem reader
writing type: second person
genre:smut
it was nearing your favorite time of the month. catnaps heat cycle. usually, he would dominate you, and attempt to breed you until you couldnt think straight, but this month, you had a different plan.
a few days later, he was finally in heat. he was more aggressive towards others, more possessive over you, and more needy and horny. the usual. it was around midnight, you were waiting in the kitchen, sitting on the counter. catnap bursts through the door, (presumably after finishing putting the kids to sleep) and walks over to you. "baby.." he mutters, hands resting on your thighs, and his face in the crook of your neck. "yes big boy?" you responded, kissing his jawline. he leans into your touch, clearly touch starved. "i need you so bad.." he whimpers, while lifting you off of the counter and into his arms. "im right here baby.." you whisper, looking him in the eyes. "i need to be inside of you.. now." you nod slowly, letting him drag you to the bedroom. once inside, he lets you go, making sure to rip off any remaining clothing. you drop to your knees and desperately pull at his sweatpants. he helps you pull them off completely. you decide to tease him a bit.
You drive your head down, shoving the length of his cock to the back of your throat, pinning his other hand against the wall. "Fuck!" His curse rings out as he makes to move, but you dig your nails harder, stopping him. you bob your head up and down in expert motions, intentionally hitting the back of your throat so more saliva coats his cock. Whipping up, you look him in the eyes. "Please, will you fuck me?" you ask sweetly, watching his expression morph into shock, before you smash your head back down. Taking him into your mouth again, his nails scrape against the wall as he clutches, visibly making indents into the paint.
Up, down, up, down, up...
you slide his tip out from your lips slowly, saliva dribbling down your chin as you curl your eyebrows upwards. "Please, please, Catnap, will you fuck—" His hands escape your grip. In a blur, he has you lifting off the ground and lying across his shoulder like a bag of sand as he bounds across the room. Twisting you, he practically tosses you on the bed, positioning your ass in the air before he slams into you with sudden force. you cry out, the force of his length stretching you so wide it brings tears along my eyes.
"You enjoy teasing me, getting me riled up, don't you?" He shoves your head down into the pillow, the pillowcase burning as it scrapes against your cheek over and over again. His pace is punishing, shooting pain mixed with an overwhelming pleasure across your entire body. He reaches an arm around your middle before a smack sounds against your clit.
"Don't you slut?"
you giggle and nod, before practically shoving him off of you and climbing off the bed. he shoots you a confused glare, and stands back up, looming over you. "lay down. back against the headboard." he gives you an untrusted gaze, yet does what hes told, sitting back down on the bed and scooting back against the headboard. you reach under the bed and pull out two pairs of handcuffs. "fuck no." he almost whimpers, shooting you a scoff. you shake your head and climb on top of him, attaching the handcuffs to his wrists, and also to the headboard, restraining him. he tugs against them, sighing softly and accepting his fate.
you slowly lower yourself on him, watching as his face scrunches up in pleasure, and he moans out. "Please, don't stop..." He whispers as his head falls back into the pillow, his hands cuffed to the bed. you giggle as you stop your movements for a second, enjoying the sight of the frustrated expression on his face.
"You're such a good boy, taking me so well." you praise him, resting your hands on his chest and slowly riding him. "Please." He begs you, "I need you." you bend down, and kiss him slowly as he thrusts his hips up. you let out a moan into the kiss, smirking as you push yourself back down onto him. "Don't be so greedy." you order him.
"Babygirl, please. I'm not made to be submissive, you know that." He whispers against your lips, his eyes looking into your own. His facial expressions show you how desperate he must be. Although you never switch roles, he's so cute when he's the one begging for more. At least now he knows how you feel whenever he teases you. you smile as you kiss him once more. "Don't worry big boy..." you sit up, bouncing on him once more. "I'll make you cum so good, I promise."
he starts whimpering with every bounce you make, his sounds like music to your ears. "you're such a big boy.. yet so submissive.." you giggle out through a moan, continuing to bounce. "im not a fucking-ngh! submissive.."he groans at you, and continues to let whimpers slip. "baby.. please... stop teasing me.." you giggle at his puny efforts, and start bouncing faster. "god.. im gonna cum.." you let out a snort and crawl off of him, watching as he lets out a pathetic whimper and starts whining. "f-fuck... why..?" you shrug. "i like seeing you beg. now beg for me like the bitch you are.." you giggle at him, watching as he shoots you a threatening glance. "fine.. you want me to beg..? ill beg." he scoffs, shaking his head. his cock throbbing and twitching with need. "i fucking need you baby. please... ride me till i cant think straight.. f-fuck.. i want you so bad.." he pathetically whines out, tugging at the restraints.
"good boy."
you hop back on and ride him like never before. watching him squirm and moan under your touch. "babyy..ohhfuckk.." he breathes out, hips bucking against yours. you knew he was close. and you planned to indulge. you ride him like a crazy person, spelling his name with your hips. suddenly, his warm, thick, cum fills your womb. you moan out at the sensation, orgasming hard on him. you reach your arms over and unlock the handcuffs, letting his wrists fall. you collapse on his body and snuggle up to his chest, his hands coming around to rest on your hips. you just sit there, cockwarming him. "i must say.. im surprised." .. "hm..?" he stays silent for a second before responding.
"i enjoyed that a lot more than i thought i would.."
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Thank you for the light.
#aaron bushnell#free palestine#free gaza#from the river to the see#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#rafah#i couldnt get this out of my head so here#tw fire#tw suicide#I have seen ppl saying to tag art like this with tw so here
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while Her Imperious Condescension's colonial pursuits never falter, She does take breaks.
And when She stops, So do I.
And, on some rare occasions, when the crew leaves the docked ship to visit a space station,
I get to leave with them.
Onboard the station, they take care of me, as ordered.
I can't function well without the wires anymore.
Doesn't matter, I'm always connected to wires these days.
The mechanics dote on me, and I'm often the most intact of the helmsmen docked for maintenance.
Sometimes I wish the crew would be more careless with me, and give me a chance to fade, like the rest of them do.
But, I know that all She will give me are a few, rare, days.
Spent in my small body looking outside, for as long as She will allow. So I go through the motions.
#i am an awful writer which is why i stick to drawing but anyways I couldnt get this idea out of my head so i had to make it happen.#heres a long ass dumbass comic thing ty#homestuck#myart#homestuck fanart#the helmsman#the psiioniic#homestuck ancestors#her imperious condescension#psiioniic#mituna captor#body horror#gore#blood#violence#ask to tag
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be funny if we both got it wrong, eh?
#good omens#just a little something something before i go to bed#im sure someone else has done this but i couldnt get it out of my head so here we are
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Damian stands before the corpse of his brother.
Is it a corpse? He doesn't know.
They had come to this lonely stretch of land that was once called amity park because something something. Damian hadn't really cared. It was supposed to be a simple get in and get out situation . They were already much busier with their own cases .
Eerie ruined houses and buildings seemed to paint a rather depressing picture. Because you could feel that people used to live here. Half drunken bottles and stollers were out. Just like if everyone just disappeares while walking. But the rotting flesh In the strollers seemed to suggest that darker things have happened here. The everyday norm seemed to frame the gateway to hell. The green glow was the only thing that was truly out of the ordinary.
Perhaps it's just an opening to another Lazarus pit.
But It doesn't feel like a normal Lazarus pit . Damian would know that better than anyone. It somehow felt brighter. And an electric buzz permeated the air. It felt sickening. The destroyed sign makes somewhat of an archway for the entrance. It says Fen- something something? The letter had long fallen off from the elements
"God, bloody hell. This place just reeks of infinite realms," the laughing magician commented before pulling another cigarette from his pocket.
"Infinite realms?" Father grunted
"Don't get your panties twisted. There's a reason I didn't tell you about them, the more you know the harder they are to deal with"
There were more mindless chatter between his family. But Damian ignored that in favor of staring down the archway . It felt like a cold shiver on his back and a horrible burning sensation on the palm of his right hand. Weird.
Damian knew that what awaited him was death. He didn't know whose though.
"Do you feel that?" Damian asked before he could stop himself
Grayson turned to look at him, raising his eyebrow. "Babybat, what? What feeling?"
Damian knew he already walked into communication.
"The cold shiver, and the burning sensation on your right palm"
"Ha! Just sounds like your scared demon brat"
"Forget it"
And they promptly walked into hell.
Damian I've missed you so much! But it's dangerous here. You'll get caught by him
Inside Damian felt as if he was walking for years. All with that , horrible disgusting smell. Burnt flesh and plastic. So overwhelming that his eyes stung even through his mask. He had to wake with his eyes half closed. Stumbling his way through the uneven terrain.
Winding corridors made out of crushed rubble.
Damian , be careful there is sharp glass there
Eerie glow that never seems to get closer.
Damian? I really don't like the Lazarus pits
It was dark and an encompassing ceiling above him felt like spiderwebs, a trap. But beyond that you could see the sky.
Hey Damian? Let's go stargazing again!
Hey Damian please don't go further
Something kept bothering him but he didn't know what. But he kept on walking.
And eventually they found themselves in a big chamber. Lazarus pit waters filled the caver like a lake. Beautiful flowers that seemed misplaced grow up to the sky.
The sky.
Maybe that was the source of the discomfort?. They came in at dawn.
It shouldn't have been dark .
And the stars were wrong. How long did they walk for?
Long enough. Just go please
There was a huge rift. Beyond were Lazarus green lands with floating landscapes. Sometimes you could see something big float by . Damian wonders if they were living or just a part of the landscape.
Beautifully enchanting. Like freedom, feeling of wind on your ski-
And then Damian's eyes fell on the thing. How could he have not noticed that.
Please get away that is not me that is not me that is not me that is not me
Like some kind of a lost puppet it was hung in front of the rift. That was the source of the smell. A white suit that once had been sterile, burnt and fused with the flesh below. Dark burnt hair that hung and thankfully concealed the empty eyes.
For once Damian was thankful he couldn't see something. He just felt that if he saw the thing's eyes, he would never recover.
Because that face.
He knew that face
It was one of he had forgotten a long time ago.
Damian please that is not me plEase. I aM LOSiNg my SeLF
A brother that went missing during a mission.
"God what the fuck is that" Grayson's voice broke Damian's trance.
Damian frowned. It didn't feel appropriate to talk here.
Hide. Hide hide hide hide
A voice broke the silence soon after.
"I advise you to leave immediately" a familiar voice. From the oh so familiar corpse . It grated against his ears. And the corpse moved in tandem. Exaggerated and cartoonish but in a horrid way like a machine struggling to run in their later years. It felt like it was coming from everywhere at once.
Hey Damian let's not go here
Damian it's not a good idea to be here take you family and leave
Damian, let's go another route
I can barely maintain luciedicy please listen to me
"I advice you to leave immediately" just like clockwork. The exact same tone, the exact same horrid little dance.
"Well we can't. Well we can't before we know why In the everliving earth there is a direct portal to the infinite realms here." Constantine seemed to have nonchalance as he spoke but Damian saw his cold sweat. And eyes darting , trying to look anywhere but directly at it .
The corpse directly ignored Constantine. It turned to him . Each movement sharp and gutted.
"Damian we are finally together again :) "
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#danny phantom au#is this done yet?#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#huh#a moment of inspiration led me to this#i wanted to draw but i couldnt rwnder the picture in my head out so ehhh#i dont even know what is happening here#but twin dami and danny#uhhhh so loike danny instead of getting super powers while dying#gets turned into an eldritch monster instead like the other kids#so like timeline here#danny dami as kids in the league -> danny goes on mission -> gets adopted as a fenton -> the portal incident -> instead of turning into#a cool hero he becomes a monster -> at first because he and everyone thought he was just a meta he was just the normal phantom shit -> then#realized he was dead -> everyone realized these werent the normal ghost themed metas -> bcuz they revealed to be ghosts more of the hidden#FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE is seen by the people#like in this au i was foliwing that one au where the infinite realms is actually the primodial chaos#so there ought to be like consequences to knowing that shit#danny splinters into two parts#one montstrous and manipulative part and one kind and protective part#danny tries to protect everyone from himself but oh shit everyone is insane arleady!#leading most people to do the oneway trick to the otherside with just a rope#danny wants to leave but like there is a demon there like he cant leave it or itll be able to leave
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Both of us are going to die here. I just hadn't thought you'd be first.
#lethal company#lethal company bracken#lethal company employee#oc monsoon#oc indigo#koukart#the lore for these 2 is actually driving me crazy#i drew this ripping my heart out#this is . kind of a visualization to when monsoon dies#carrying a star...#i couldnt get the imagery out of my head#brackens = plant = Flammable#and then i thought about how trees burnt from the inside out when they got struck by lightning#and then. monsoon#carrying a star for a purpose it could not possibly understand#dying in indigo's arms#where its life began#i hopebthis conveys the desolate sort of sadness i feel when i think about these 2#this is platonic Just in case i needto clarify#indigo is not wearing gloves here btw . i havent decided his skin color yet so we're stickin with monochrome colors#something somrthing about holding a heart in your hands and watching it cease
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#calum hood#5sos#5sosedit#my edit#i really hope this loads right#im playing a dangerous game here#but i even made them roughly the same size like the file in the hopes tumblr will help me#this aggressive even for me oskaoksoaksoakskoas#i just couldnt get it out of my head so here#see it with me
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i agree that latinos experience xenophobia/racism just for being latinos, but also i cant help but laugh when white latinos try to pull the race card. girl you cant even take a photo with the flash on
#source: im brazilian and white#idk man her i guess we just see things differently#like once i saw someone saying they were half brazilian#as in their mom was brazilian and they were born in american#in my head i was like...... so youre american?....?????#latino isnt an ethnicity???#i guess we separate ethinicity and nationality here so whenever i see people talking about it as one thing i just dont get it#its not even a gatekeepy thing like 'oh you cant call yourself latino!!!!' or 'youre not a REAL brazilian' i deadass dont get it#culturally its another thing i 100% get when people say oh my ma was brazilian so yknow im brazilin#its one of the reasons why i never understood why people got so mad when they put like black characters in anime or smth#like they can be japanese and black?#idk i rememberd when someone described my as a poc artist and i found it funny. i cant go out in the sun for long lest i look shrimp pink#like i cant even tan..#anyways.#that being said. i saw someone saying vivz1ep0p is poc so she couldnt be racist and i looked it up and shes like half salvadorian#girl..... lol
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idk how popular this fantasy might be, but imagine both jacob and nick have a crush on you, constantly making fools of themselves vying for your attention jacob especially
although jacob still has his supportive bro attitude, nick’s never gotten any game after all! always encourages him to talk to you but always teases him when he comes back dejected after fumbling his words (and hopefully his chance), because jake’s secretly happy he might still have a shot, just in case…
you’re way too fine to leave single, if nick doesn’t end up with you, why shouldn’t he? even if he is starting to get impatient
“you better make your move, before a real man swoops in”
when they shoot for the peanut butter butterpops it’s so competitive because it’s not for the pops, it’s for YOU
at the campfire kaitlyn decides to stir the already-boiling pot after you choose dare, and when she asks you to pick one of the two to kiss, the boys’ heads snap towards you— jacob is quiet for probably the first time in his life— as they both lean forwards to hear your decision, eyes glimmering with hope and the light of the hot embers
and maybe, in some timeline or another, they both get infected during the night— nick can’t help but be all over you as he starts to shift, and when jacob can just smell it once you break off from the group to meet up with him, let’s just say it sets him off in the worst way…
i just want two cute clingy boys to obsess over me <3
#ALSO WEREWOLF FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE!!! LIKE TWO BUCKS OVER A DOE just like nature intended#its epic its bloody its hot as hell lol#im already working on something else for the quarry but i just couldnt get this out of my head#so here you go ;0#HAD to contribute to the x reader pool somehow shits dryer than a mofo#the quarry#the quarry x reader#jacob custos x reader#nick furcillo x reader#jacob custos#jacob the quarry#nick furcillo#nick the quarry#writing#my writing#my stuff
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We need to talk about the last ten minutes of Episode 6 (and no, I don't mean That scene).
Spoilers ahead, so go watch the new season of Good Omens first!
I haven't seen anyone mention it yet but it should be pointed out how blatant what the Metatron was doing at the end there.
As we see him go to the Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death coffeeshop to retrieve some coffee, he asks the question "does anyone ever ask for death?"
Nina obviously says no, but the Metatron states that it seems the choice is so predictable, as of course everyone would always choose coffee.
But if you know the origin of the actual phrase "give me Liberty or give me death," or at least how it's best known, then you should know it's not about the options listed. It's not as though this is some gameshow where you pick what's behind door 1 or door 2 and then win whatever you chose. It's not about being given a good option and a bad option, so everyone always goes for the good one. That's not how this actually works.
The original phrase of "give me liberty or give me death" is not about two options, it's about someone demanding their freedom from tyranny because if they can't have their freedom, their agency, their free will, then you might as well just kill them because without that, there's no reason to live anyway.
But the Metatron turning that phrase about, saying well of course the option is predictable... It's not meant to be an option to choose in the first place!
It's not someone offering two options and you pick the better one, the good one, the easy one. It's not about choosing the road more traveled over the one less traveled. It's not about the options.
It's meant to be a demand for freedom, not some game where the tyrant chooses whether to give someone a fun little treat or kill them instead! That's not what this is about at all!
But the Metatron and his meddling here at the end is doing exactly that. He's offering Aziraphael something good, something he wants. It's the good and easy choice, right?
But if the angel had stood his ground and told him no? The Metatron probably would have just decided to smite him on the spot, or done that whole book of life thing they were talking about if he really felt like it.
The Metatron used the "give me coffee or give me death" phrase as a way to get what he wanted out of Aziraphael, to win this little game he invented from it.
He quite literally hands him coffee, with sweet things in it, an oat milk latte with almond syrup, because he knows (as everyone else does) that Aziraphael likes human things, human food, human books. He gives him praise, but shoos away the others. It's all just for show. He gives him a little treat and a pat on the head, like you'd give to a dog who behaves well.
He offers him power, says sure bring your friend along, you can be the change you want to see, you can do whatever you want - except the rules are still rules, and Heaven is still Heaven, and it will be torturous for him to bend to their will when Aziraphael clearly wants to do the right thing but is constantly shown that it's not actually right (as we saw time and time again throughout this season).
What the Metatron is doing is just demeaning and awful, because he is literally giving Aziraphael what he wants with a million and a half strings attached, treating the cuffs he puts on him as freedom and the power to change things for the better, all by simply dressing it up nicely.
He took the changed phrase of "give me coffee or give me death" almost literally here.
But that isn't the actual phrase.
And that isn't its actual purpose.
"Give me liberty or give me death" is what Aziraphael (and Crowley) should be demanding, and yet Crowley seems to be the only one fully on board with this. Aziraphael is still stuck, playing into this game being made up to work against him. He takes the easy treat, he takes the good thing that's offered, but that's not the damn point.
And until he realizes that, he's not going to have his freedom, his free will. He's not going to have what he truly wants.
Crowley has already had his moment, long ago, of saying that he would rather have his freedom and that if he can't, they might as well off him.
At the end of season one, it seemed both Aziraphael and Crowley were on the same page about this, hence why they switched places to save each other from that certain death.
They essentially said give us freedom or give us death, but they clearly were being handed death anyway so they took matters into their own hands. They found their loophole, but it obviously came with consequences.
They were left constantly watching their backs, with death still possible around every corner as they stayed clinging to the safe space they still had. That's not freedom. They still needed it. But they were supposed to demand it.
Except only Crowley seemed to want to do that, to finally break the ties to each side and have him and Aziraphael do their own thing, have their own freedom, apart from Heaven and Hell entirely.
But they didn't, because Aziraphael is still playing into the damn treat or die game and Crowley just has to watch him do it.
And, of course, because Crowley doesn't want his freedom alone, he wants Aziraphael to have that freedom too and to come with him, he winds up putting himself in danger because Aziraphael doesn't understand the extent to which Crowley will actually go for him, even if he thinks he does.
But the key here is to not play the game, rather to find the loophole instead. And we're literally shown in the second season that Crowley and Aziraphael have already done this, too, with Job! They both broke the rules and did what they wanted to do instead. Aziraphael didn't want to question God but he was so concerned for Job's fate that he kept checking and checking to be sure this was right, this was intended. He was able to find the supposed 'good side' to the situation but as it turned out, it wasn't actually all that good. And, in the end, it wasn't what Job wanted either. So instead, he and Crowley worked separately but together to essentially accomplish the same task...by finding a loophole, defying orders, tricking the higher ups, and giving humans what they wanted instead.
It's what these two have been doing for thousands of years, and yet... Aziraphael is still certain that there is goodness in Heaven, that they are somehow better than the rest, despite constantly seeing proof of the opposite, repeatedly having his own moral beliefs questioned due to the consequences of his actions, and despite working against Heaven time and time again.
And the reason is because...well, there's a few reasons. While repression plays a big part for fear of who he will be without his status and his position as an angel, the other reason is that Aziraphael genuinely wants to see the good in everyone, even his greatest enemy. That's a very big part of who he is that will never go away, and it shouldn't!
But someone is currently taking advantage of that part of him, and he needs to realize it and fight back!
He needs to learn where the line is, what it truly takes for him to have to cross it, and do that without losing himself in the process...which is a pretty big ask, but still very possible.
Maybe this means Aziraphael will eventually figure it out, that there isn't a way to win a game with tyrants...except to outsmart them. You can't just play their game, and if you're not in a position to fight back, then you have to find your loophole or else you'll never have your freedom.
#good omens spoilers#good omens season 2#good omens analysis#metatron#spoilers spoilers spoilers#spoilers#good omens s2#idk what else to tag this#long post#i couldnt get this out of my head so here just have it#orbs thought bubbles
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Sako: [kicks down door] HAWKS DID YOU FUCK MY SON
Hawks: actually he fucked me
Sako: You fucked my son AND you’re a bottom???
Sako: Do you have ANY redeeming qualities?????
#hey guys i have college apps to do so no posts for you sorry lmao#this popped into my head but i couldnt figure out where to put it without sounding deranged so here#dadpress in today’s episode was peak though i still love him#cant wait for his girlboss moment to get animated#and for dabi’s ofc#dabihawks#incorrect lov#bnha hawks#takami keigo#dabi#mr compress#sako atsuhiro#dadpress
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They have fallen into this bed together enough times that Finny doesn't need the light to know Ciel's body anymore. He's careful, of course he is, but as soon as he's on top of the younger boy he has his lips and his hands in the spots that will make Ciel moan without being able to hold back. Maybe he's a little too quick, a little too eager, but the sound is too beautiful to not indulge them both.
A hand in Finnian's hair and one curling around his neck, fingers splayed over his label and making him shudder. "More," he hears whispered in his ear. He gives without hesitation, like he always does and always will.
When he's laid between Ciel's legs, looking up at him from between his thighs, he cannot help but think of all the things he would give up to stay here forever. Like the sunlight.
If he could knock the sun out of the sky so they would not have to go back to being servant and master in the morning, Finny would do it without remorse, without care for the flowers in the garden.
But the night will fade away eventually, so he pulls Ciel's legs tighter around him and makes the most of the time they have.
#idk how to format drabbles but heres this#i was listening to de selby and couldnt get this out my head so#i have too many wip to make this longer tho lmao#cielinny#ciel phantomhive#finnian#cielfinny#black butler#kuroshitsuji#drabbles#devo writes#my fics
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[ID: a post by @/copywritedad that says, "tumblr store just dropped a new big rubber fuckable ass"
tumblr user @/gorematchala added to it, making it look like the @/emporium account posted, "You spoke and we listened. The ass was too expensive. That was our bad. We want all tumblr users to be able to afford a big rubbar ass that jiggles when you fuck it. One thar says tumblr on the side. The asses are now $40. When we first set out on our journey to create a fuckable ass we wanted to"
the audio is me reciting the post /end ID]
#im sick so i sound like shit but i couldnt get this post out of my head i had to keep saying it out loud.#i spent 5 minutes trying to figure out how to download a discord voice memo and then converting the ogg file to an mp3#so i could post it here too.
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fae (xe/xem): may i have your pronouns
me (they/them): yeah, they/them :)
fae (xe/they): thanks :)
me ( / ): wait
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everyone say thank u to my roommate for going to visit her parents this weekend so I can jack it loud and nasty 🙏
#i love her but there are some benefits to having the flat to myself.... love getting to wander around in just my boxers + a tshirt too#things i could do while she was still here if i wasnt a pussy 🙄#jk itd just make her uncomfortable and im too respectful for that#having a lowkey crush on her is an endless comedy to me bc we would be so woefully incompatible romantically#and also sexually.. historically ive only ever stone topped bc ive never been comfortable enough w anyone to let them fuck me#despite very much Not being stone or exclusively a top. and i think shes some form of sex repulsed anyway so like. sits there dead silence#and also shes so in love with her other friends and i showed up late to that party.... ive been feeling kinda guilty lately bc ik-#she misses them a lot and wishes we'd be able to stay roommates w them too. and im a pretty poor replacement for them tbh#and i love spending time with her but whenever i do i feel kinda painfully aware im not them like i could never fill that space#and asking to hang out more with her always feels like im taking away from time she could be talking to them. or even being alone ik she-#likes her own company and i get that a lot too so its chill but ahh.. man#i dont mean this in a bitter or jealous way at all like theyre all such sweet ppl i couldnt ever hold it against them#theyre kind of a 3 headed cerberus type situation and im like. the stray puppy they found on the side of the road#theres nothing they can do differently i was just born to be alienated from other ppl forever until i die. and someday i hope ill-#finally get used to it and accept i wont ever feel like im enough for anyone else or feel like anything else is enough for me#old wounds healed over 5082 times that still hurt to touch but i cant help pressing my fingers into them anyway bc its a familiar pain etc#anyway lost where i was going with this its just been on my mind again recently. i hate to be pitied i hate to feel like im only included-#bc they didnt want me to feel left out i hate feeling like a shoddy secondhand stand-in and its been a lot of that lately#also been a little annoyed bc sometimes it feels like shes trying to micromanage my social life and girl. we're not close enough for that#im sure its well intentioned but im not part of what they have going on i cant compete in that ring so dont try to push me into it..#ahhh. its all ok tho one of the guys is coming to visit next month which will be rly fun but ill try to give them some space too#its good at least im doing this processing now bc group situations can be spike traps of triggers for me sometimes#regardless of how good friends i am w ppl and ive already had a wobble a few weeks ago w how i cope and i dont want it to become a#fully fledged regular issue again bc its so hard to crawl back out of that pit. anyway losing coherence here im gonna stop rambling#and go make myself an early dinner and then back to drawing........#sorry for long tags if ur reading this blows u a kiss but go find a better use of ur time girl!!#.diaries
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