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Realistic Olive Flounder Plush
#plush#plushie#plushies#plushblr#plushcore#toycore#soft toy#stuffies#fish#flatfish#olive flounder#halibut#marine life#marine biology#plush: fish
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They are bests friebds
#olive flounder#flounder#chain catshark#marine biology#aquarium#sharks#fish#oceanposting#sea creatures#deep sea#ocean#my photo#my photos#sealife#zoology
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海女さんの素潜り実演で、砂の中からほりだしてきてくれた白変種のヒラメ
大人しくだっこされててかわいい
@もぐらんぴあ
In the city of Kuji, where this aquarium is located, the world's northernmost 'Ama' divers still work today. In this tank, active an Ama diver demonstrate free diving. This photo captures the moment when she unearthed a white variant of flounder from the sand. The flounder she was holding was quite adorable.
@Moguranpia
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I imagine that Koilee has a fish bong
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merfolk of the day: hiramera from one piece
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Animal Crossing Fish Dish Friday - #15
Brought to you by a marine biologist that knows you can do this...
CLICK HERE FOR THE AC FISH EXPLAINED MASTERPOST!
Sautéed Olive Flounder
In ACNH: 1. Catch an Olive Flounder
2. Cook at the stove with 1x Olive Flounder and 1x Skinny Mushroom
In Real Life: from France
Fish of Choice: Really, any flaky white fish will do, so that's really any thick flounder species to gadids like cod or haddock. If you're inland, may I suggest catfish? Go with what you like!
Other Ingredients:
Seasonings to taste - examples: sea salt, black pepper, dill, lemon, garlic, parsley
Olive Oil or Butter
(The ACNH dish sautés mushrooms alongside the fish - if you like mushrooms, put them in!)
Get the recipe and serve with rice and salad.
Sauté is just a way to cook something, as most "cooking styles" are. To sauté simply means to fry or just cook something with a fat, like butter or oil. If you cook a bunch, you've probably done it before without knowing it had a special name.
You should cook stuff in whatever way you like it. As a reminder, most non-baking recipes are more like guides than hard-and-fast rules. Experiment. Add your favorite seasonings. Use margarine instead of butter.
Basically, feel free to fuck around and find out. You never know - you could make something that you make on the regular.
And for those who think they're terrible at cooking and could burn water - listen. It takes practice. Will you make dinners that are less than fantastic? Yeah. You will a lot...but I believe if you keep getting back on the horse, eventually, you won't fall off anymore.
And there you have it. Bon appetite!
#animal crossing new horizons#cooking#animal crossing cooking#fish#seafood#olive flounder#sauteed#saute#animal crossing fish explained
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Hey Man I enjoy math (quite a bit) and your posts (A lot), i think I have the uhhhhhhhhh olive Flounder with double squid
tobee
#QUOTE#DAY 15#Why do People even want to be sure I have the uhhhhhhhhh olive Flounder with double squid
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He is GREAT at this game😂😂😂
#video#tiktok#tiktoks#funny#lmao#disney#piglet#hercules#timon#snow white#pumbaa#oliver#owl#flounder#mauxsmagickingdom
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Flounder Mediterranean
Flounder is baked in a Parmesan tomato sauce made with Italian herbs and seasonings, olives, and white wine.
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common people // mercedes amg (v)
summary: baby merc has a magical brush with love at a college event....too bad she doesn't get his name, contact information or any way to ever see him again
pairing: platonic!mercedes amg x intern!female!reader
author's note: i'm back, bitches! y'all should know i use this series as a coping mechanism for some of the things going on in my life....just putting that out there. that's why it sometimes seems like baby merc is just floundering, but today, it's her world and we're just living in it.
"nobody is going to be at this thing anyways since its so close to exams, so don't even worry that you can't make it." baby merc laughs, turning down her radio as she tries to reverse into a parking spot at her college. "the parking lot is packed though, must be lots of late classes today."
on the other end of the phone line, doriane pin laughs. "i'm sorry still! we've only got a few more days to hang out before i have to go to zandvoort for more academy testing."
"listen, if a mercedes sponsored driver can win anything at this point, i will be happy about it because or car is shit with a capital 's'." she paused for a moment. "please don't let toto know i said that."
doriane laughed gleefully. since the addition of the f1 academy driver to mercedes’ army of teenagers and young adults, each one mentored by toto and Susie themselves, y/n and doriane had become close friends. closer than friends, almost. it was nice to go to work and be around another girl her own age for once.
she stepped out of the aging, secondhand mercedes she drove, locking the car door and tucking her keys into her pocket as she crossed the lot to the student centre. there were dozens of college students milling about, despite all the on-site food options having closed half an hour ago.
the student center smelled like fresh paint when she opened the door, a serene expression in her face as she wandered into the common room, delighted to see the electric fireplace going, the room filed with round tables full of canvases and acrylic.
the college paint nights had always been her happy place. no expectations, a relaxed environment. an instructor who didn’t care if you followed her instructions to the ‘t’ (or at all). it was a welcome break from all of the other crap going on in her life.
she took her usual spot near the front, donning the dollar store apron hung over the back of the chair and settling in front of the canvas, a chill britpop playlist humming from the in-ceiling speaker set.
the group had been painting happily for ages when he wandered in. with the blended background almost done, she looked up from her conversation with the blonde girl next to her to catch him tentatively standing in the doorway.
his hair was messy, flopping around his face. he had airpods in, and she could faintly hear the riff of a rolling stones song. his sweater read ‘elevating devices.’ he was a trades boy.
“do you have room for one more?” he asked, looking over at olive, the program leader.
“of course!” olive grinned, caught in the middle of doing a blending demonstration on her forearm. “come on in, I can get you caught up.”
she felt her heart skip a beat when she realized that the only empty spot in the room was behind her. the boy smiled at her as he sat down, clumsily slipping into the gingham apron. it looked out of place with his hoodie and sweatpants, and the visual made her smile.
could this be it? the day something in her love life finally went right?
all throughout the paint night, since she was two steps ahead of everyone else (you go to every one of these things, you begin to pick up the tips and tricks of the trade), she found that she kept looking back at the newcomer, and admiring the look of concentration etched onto his face.
whatever happens, happens.
whatever happens, happens.
you did not come here to meet boys, you came here for you.
but goddamn it, he was so cute! and he painted! he was perfect! hell, he listened to the goddamn rolling stones!
it was the end of the night, 'pulp' playing on the speakers as the last few painters began to pack up.
"excuse me?" she felt a hand tap her shoulder, and she turned around from where she was repacking her primark purse to face the boy in the lifting devices sweater.
she hoped he couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest.
"what are we supposed to do with these?" he asked, holding up one of olive's easels.
"they fold up." she said quietly, almost shyly as she took the metal stand from his hands. "like this. i come here all the time, helping olive pack up is the least i can do."
"nice." he said sheepishly, reaching for his own painting. "this was my first time."
"that's pretty good for your first try." she complimented, picking up her own canvas, as well as her car keys.
"can i walk you out?' the boy asked, gesturing towards the door.
"sure." she smiled, blush rising on her cheeks. she turned, flagging olive down and hoping the boy wouldn't notice. due to her frequent attendance at the paint parties, olive an dher had become fast friends, and she didn't miss the way the painter flashed her a thumbs up and suggestive wink as the pair left the student center.
"so, you a fan of the stones? i could hear them playing from your headphones when you walked in." she asked, trying to start a conversation, and hoping that he somehow found her interesting.
"a fairly recent one." he laughed, free hand in the pocket of his sweatpants.
sweatpants. we can work on that. three months dating me, she thought, and i can get you into a snazzy pair of jeans.
"i took a history course on the british invasion as an elective. it's all about the stones, the beatles, the who. any british band with 'the' in the name, really. the kinks are my favourite."
"awesome. my dad is a big jagger fan. i grew up singing 'you can't always get what you want' when other kids my age were singing 'apple bottom jeans'."
god, she loved the guy already.
"what are you studying?"
"law. i have my last final exam tomorrow, and i'm actually doing some part-time, minimum wage office work for a formula one team. legally, i can't tell you what exactly i'm doing." she grinned. "well. i could. but then i'd have to kill you."
she'd been waiting her whole life to say that.
"that's awesome." worlds were burned for a smile like the one this guy had. it was dangerous just how strongly she felt after barely talking to him. "i doubt my chosen career path will land me anywhere near as exciting as an f1 team. but who knows, i might be paid the big bucks to fix a service elevator in their building."
"well, this is me." she frowned, pointing in the direction of her parking lot. why did she feel so strongly about leaving a guy she didn't even know? "it was nice painting with you. you should come to another one in september."
"yeah, maybe i will. are you going to the one at the other campus tomorrow? i might try and make it, since my classes are over at that campus anyways."
"i can't, it's right in the middle of my exam." but god did she wish she could. if she wasn't so scared of failing, she'd skip the exam just for him.
"right, right." he nodded, gesturing towards the residency building behind him. "this is me. it was nice talking to you."
"you too." she smiled sheepishly, turning around and beginning the walk to her car.
she resisted the urge to look back, worried that it would be followed by something potentially foolish, like an 'aren't you going to kiss me', or an invitation to get coffee (that he could then very well turn down).
it wasn't until she was back in her car, heat turned on and classic rock playing, that she realized that he might have very well been into her, and she didn't even get his name.
"shit!"
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"i'm telling you, doriane, this was my rom-com moment waiting to happen and i blew it!" she groaned, face in hands as she sat around the round table in the break room, recounting her woes to not just her closest colleagues, but those she considered to be her friends as well.
she had always loved the break room. it was light and airy, painted in white with bamboo furniture and a wall of windows. sometimes, she brought her work laptop in there and worked at one of the green couches in the corner.
"you were so close!" doriane commiserated with her, placing one hand over hers. "babes, you got this. you'll be ready for the next stud who comes along."
across the table, frederik vesti hid his grin behind his cup of coffee. "hey, maybe you dodged a bullet. he could have been a serial killer. or worse, a premier league fan."
doriane snorted, and ungraceful sound, yet one that was full of love. "yeah right."
she had been over the situation millions of times since the she'd gotten back in her car, and she just could not figure out why it had never occurred to her to get the boy's name, or to offer up her own.
"eh, you'll get the next one." george shrugged, placing a hand on her shoulder as he moved to stand behind the young intern. "just look at me and carmen. it took me a very long time to find someone like her. she'd one of a kind, that woman. i'm gonna marry her someday."
"better get cracking on that one, george old boy." frederik laughed. "i want your seat, if the kid doesn't beat me there."
"they're not putting kimi in an f1 seat." doriane argued. "its way too soon."
"i dunno, bearman did a really good job with that ferrari. if he's the blueprint, toto will just follow what his mates are doing so it looks like he's keeping with the times."
the seat conversation was beginning to make her nervous, and she could feel the hives rising on her arms as she tried to remind herself that lewis leaving mercedes had nothing to do with her.
it was the timing of his decision, announcing he was leaving so soon after she felt like she had truly made a home at brackley. but it made sense. a man like lewis needed to go somewhere that could give him the car he needed to take home that eighth championship, and currently, it wasn't looking like that was going to happen here.
that didn't change the fact that it stung. that in a way, it felt like lewis was leaving her.
"y/n, do you know who toto's been talking to about the second seat?" geroge asked, raising an eyebrow as he blew on his tea, steam rising onto his pale face. pair that with the cardigan he was wearing, and he was starting to look like someone's geriatric grandfather (and she said that with all the love in her heart that she had to give)
y/n did know. legal had been very busy organizing and prepping meetings, as well as drawing up draft contracts and disclosure agreements.
but a non-disclosure agreement worked both ways. and, since she liked fucking with george, he wasn't getting a proper answer.
she grinned, sipping the last of her hot chocolate "no can do. signed an nda. expressly forbids me from selling the gossip to the press, or from telling nosy british boys."
"that's not fair! you're british as well!" george whined. "come on, it affects me as well."
y/n laughed, appreciating the light air that george brought to the conversation, instead of making it a somber affair about lewis' departure. "oh, would you look at the time. my break is over, and i now need to go track down some engineers and get them to swear affidavits."
fred looked at her with a confused glace, his head cocked to the side like a golden retriever puppy. "why? who's taking us to court?"
"nobody is suing us. it's time to make our cost cap submissions to the fia, and the engineers need to swear that they're telling the truth."
"so you can tell us about that, but not about contract talks?" george tried one last time to get an answer from her as she packed up her tote, bag, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her knuckles.
"nice try. good luck on the sim this afternoon, vesti over here says its not pretty."
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#family are the friends we meet along the way series#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#mercedes amg f1 x reader#toto wolff x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#george russell x reader#frederik vesti x reader#mick schumacher x reader#f1 imagine#doriane pin x reader#Spotify
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Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?
by Mary Oliver
Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives–
tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging
from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like?
Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you?
Never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides
with perfect courtesy, to let you in!
Never to lie down on the grass, as though you were the grass!
Never to leap to the air as you open your wings over the dark acorn of your heart!
No wonder we hear, in your mournful voice, the complaint
that something is missing from your life!
Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?
Well, there is time left–
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!
To put one’s foot into the door of the grass, which is
the mystery, which is death as well as life, and
not be afraid!
To set one’s foot in the door of death, and be overcome
with amazement!
To sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine
god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw,
nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the
present hour,
to the song falling out of the mockingbird’s pink mouth,
to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened
in the night
To sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind!
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
While the soul, after all, is only a window,
and the opening of the window no more difficult
than the wakening from a little sleep.
Only last week I went out among the thorns and said
to the wild roses:
deny me not,
but suffer my devotion.
Then, all afternoon, I sat among them. Maybe
I even heard a curl or two of music, damp and rouge red,
hurrying from their stubby buds, from their delicate watery bodies.
For how long will you continue to listen to those dark shouters,
caution and prudence?
Fall in! Fall in!
A woman standing in the weeds.
A small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what’s coming next
is coming with its own heave and grace.
Meanwhile, once in a while, I have chanced, among the quick things,
upon the immutable.
What more could one ask?
And I would touch the faces of the daises,
and I would bow down
to think about it.
That was then, which hasn’t ended yet.
Now the sun begins to swing down. Under the peach-light,
I cross the fields and the dunes, I follow the ocean’s edge.
I climb, I backtrack.
I float.
I ramble my way home.
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Vows - Part 3
cw: consentual blood drinking, threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, edging, double penetration, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues
male vampire x afab reader
Word count: 5k
Vows Masterlist
It was all for intel. You kept repeating the phrase in your mind, over and over and over, like that might make you believe it.
Something had shifted last night. You couldn’t deny it.
You’d felt it in your gut but more than that, you’d proven it when on your report, you’d said absolutely nothing.
You’d lied to your family, to your kin, and why? Because he’d kissed you so softly. Because he’d let you inspect him on the odd chance it might ease your mind? Because he’d come up with schemes to try and ease your fear just a little? Because he’d offered you the gardener's house and made you laugh and made you hot cocoa but sent someone else up because he was so scared that he might make it worse?
The more you tried to rationalize it all away the more overwhelming it felt.
When you left your room there was another box outside your door topped with a bow and you almost screamed.
This was more than you could handle. You’d been prepared to be attacked and thrown in a dungeon and to be completely stripped of your dignity, but what you’d never prepared for was the onslaught of goodness.
You honestly preferred it when he’d been demanding that you kneel and practically cutting off the circulation in your hand. At least then you didn’t feel like the villain for hating him. For being here to destroy the little world he’d built here.
The unbidden thoughts solidified something in you, resolve hardening in your stomach. This wasn’t just their mission anymore. You needed to be sure you were doing the right thing before you did anything.
They’d earned that much. Of that fact you were certain.
A tap sounded at your window and you saw the unexpected return of your pigeon.
You opened it, welcoming the distraction.
“That for me?” you asked as you unwound the note from around his ankle.
It was a note from the hunters, the first correspondence you’d received since you got here.
You read it with a sinking feeling in your gut. It read:
Too dangerous, get out of there.
The sinking feeling wasn’t because of the potential danger, you realized, it was because you didn’t want to leave.
And, you supposed, you didn’t have to.
What were they going to do, come get you? They couldn’t set foot within these walls.
You simply refused. Whatever was going on here, you could handle yourself. Despite all the uncertainty in your head, that much you knew.
You wrote a quick refusal and not much more, once again leaving out anything else.
You weren’t sure why they wanted you out. Maybe they could sense your resolve crumbling, knew you weren’t up to the job, just like they’d feared. You’d had to argue and fight for months even to convince them to let you come.
But surely if they knew it would be like this they would’ve warned you. They’d certainly warned you about all sorts of other things, if vampires weaponized kindness then you’d know about it.
But you didn’t.
And so, instead, you were left floundering, desperately trying to find the trick in it. Because there must be a trick. If there wasn’t…
You headed downstairs to try and find someone. You weren’t even sure who you were looking for, you just knew that being alone with your thoughts was the last thing you needed right now.
It didn’t take long to find them. All three of your companions were milling about the kitchen, Oliver trying to snatch something out of Viv’s hands that she was holding high above her head while Rook watched, a fond smile planted firmly on his face.
He was the first to notice you entering the room, the other two too preoccupied with their battle over what looked like a pastry.
You sat down beside him and Rook gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you did.
He did it casually and you couldn’t help but appreciate it because by acting like it wasn’t a big deal, it made it feel like it wasn’t.
Vivian and Oliver did not appear to have received the memo, Vivian staring wide-eyed and elbowing Oliver between the ribs to make sure he hadn’t missed it while Oliver just grinned at you.
Rook looks at them incredulously. “Glad we can keep you two entertained.”
Oliver scoffed. “I’m just glad you didn’t scare them off.”
Vivian elbowed him again, less enthusiastically this time.
He took her distraction as an opportunity to snatch the food out of her hands and took off, barely a heartbeat passing before Viv was chasing him through the door.
Rook chuckled as they disappeared through the doorway. “Petyr needs to hurry back, I don’t know if I can survive on my own with them. I’m too old for all this.”
“Yeah?” you said, not willing to be outdone by the other two troublemakers in the house. “You too tired for them, old man?”
He shook his head disapprovingly, crinkles forming beside his eyes in amusement.
“Go chase them,” he said, nodding towards the door, “I need to rest my old bones, lest they crumble to dust.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Maybe. But I’ll be dramatic in a comfortable chair.”
You rolled your eyes once more before setting off to find your human companions.
You poked around for a while until finally, you stumbled upon Oliver. The chase had seemingly ended and instead he was sitting on the floor, knitting, just like he had been outside the throne room.
You broke him out of his concentrated trance by asking, “What’re you making?”
“This? It’s a sweater, or at least I hope it’ll be. My last two didn’t turn out too great. It’s for bat Rook. My attention span isn’t good enough for full-sized sweaters.”
“So you’ve seen him like that then? In bat form, I mean?”
“Oh yeah. He gets all snuggly when he’s a bat, it’s very sweet.”
You tried to picture it, a sweet little bat curled up on Oliver’s chest in a sweater that looked like a chessboard. It didn’t quite fit with the ominous image of him that you couldn’t fully shake.
“Maye someday I’ll see it,” you said, sounding far more wistful than you’d intended.
“I’m sure you will. Maybe he’ll have a fancy little sweater when you do.”
His focus jerked up from his knitting to focus on you, eyes widening in a look of realization. “Oh! Also, Viv had an idea. We noticed your relationship with Rook was progressing but you still seem hesitant and she thought maybe the first time you slept together I could be with you two. She thought it might make it easier, if I was there.”
Your face heated. “Vivian proposed this?”
“Yeah. She’s a schemer at heart. If you don’t want to it’s not a big deal I just thought the idea wasn’t half bad and I certainly don’t mind.”
“No, not a bad idea, I just… If it comes to that I think it would be nice. You being there.”
Oliver was so excited it almost scared you a little.
“Hell yeah,” he practically shouted, “I can’t wait. After Beatris left no one else here was willing to do stuff like this. Which isn’t a problem, obviously, I just kinda missed it. Oh, and if things get overwhelming just let me know, I’m more than happy to take all the attention. You know, to get it away from you.”
“Noted.”
Once Oliver started rambling it was sort of difficult to get him to stop. Eventually, you managed to sneak away, to think on his proposal.
The words kept swimming around your head.
It was too vulnerable, obviously it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any trepidation about it.
Sure, you felt guilty that you were giving in to the vampire, but you weren’t scared of this. It’s like a switch had flipped in you, like you’d accepted something.
You should listen to the note, get out now, before your loyalties tipped any further. But doesn’t your certainty that if you stayed the scales would eventually tip say something?
Maybe you shouldn’t leave at all.
Beyond the fighting with yourself and spirralling thoughts, your mind kept drifting back to the kiss between you and Rook.
Back to how it made you feel. The lack of control and yet feeling of security, the feeling of being connected.
You wanted to feel that again.
The kiss hadn’t just been a mistake, a weakness of the moment.
You wanted to do it again.
You’d spent your whole life training and learning and working and this seemed fun.
You sought out Oliver after that, understanding now why he’d been running through the halls that first day. There was no way to get anywhere in a timely manner without running.
You almost sprinted right into him, skidding to a halt as you saw him.
“I was looking for you,” you said as he greeted you with a smile.
His head cocked to the side. “You were? Why?”
“About what you said earlier, I think I’d like that. You being there, I mean.”
He tried and failed to hide his excitement. His poker face was functionally nonexistent. “Oh,” he said, feigning a casual, vaguely interested tone. “Like, in theory or in the near future?”
“Yeah, like in the near future. I don’t know. I’m still nervous, I’m not sure I’ll ever stop being nervous, but I want to do this.”
His nose scrunched up as he smiled, rocking a bit on his heels. “This is going to be so fun, you have no idea.”
Before Oliver had a chance to inform you, Rook was storming into the room. You tried to recall what you might have done to make him look upset this time but instead, he grabbed Oliver by the scruff of his shirt.
“Can you come here?” he said, yanking Oliver backward towards the door before he even had the time to respond. “I swear, I can’t leave you and Viv alone for five minutes.”
And then the door shut and you could hear any more of their conversation, hidden behind thick walls and a heavy door.
You sat patiently, fidgeting nervously. It almost felt like you were in trouble, despite Oliver clearly being on the receiving end of Rook’s frustration.
After what felt like an eternity, Rook poked his head through the doorway. “Is this right? Did you agree to this?”
“Are you going to pull me outside and give me a stern talking to if I say yes?”
You heard a low hiss of “I told you so,” come from behind the door.
He dragged Oliver back into the room by the scruff of his coat. “Don’t let this little scoundrel talk you into anything you don’t want to do, alright?”
“I won’t,” you reassured him. “Trust me, I think I can handle him.”
He eyed you both suspiciously and you could feel your heart flutter as his eyes softened, cocking his head a little, asking silently if you were really on board with Oliver's little plan.
You gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, trying desperately to hide how flustered you felt all of a sudden.
It wasn’t right at all. All the wrong feelings were surfacing. The fear and anger had almost entirely been dissolved by giddy nerves that left butterflies in your stomach and an incessant warmth that spread across your face right up to the tips of your ears.
He glanced between the two of you before sighing.
“I have to go talk to Viv, you two just… try not to cause any major problems while I’m gone.”
He wandered off, muttering to himself and glancing back at the two of you.
Oliver didn’t seem to care, excitedly taking hold of your hand and dragging you through the endless hallways you were slowly becoming familiar with.
He led you to Rook's bed and you sat there, stiff, back straight, like you had someone to impress. You supposed in a way you did.
He poked you between the ribs, looking up at you with a tight smile as he lounged comfortably on the bed.
“You seem nervous.”
“A little.”
“Just stop thinking so much, you’ll be just fine.”
“I can’t stop thinking.”
“Then I’ll have to distract you,” he said before grabbing your arm and yanking you down into the bed.
You yelped a little as you fell, a noise which quickly turned into a fit of laughter as his mischievous hands tickled you.
Between bouts of laughter, you did your best to wrestle him, quickly giving up on your unheeded pleas for mercy.
If it weren’t for the element of surprise, he never would have gotten the drop on you. He was smaller than you and easy to get the drop on and you managed to squirm your way out of his grasp, launching your own attack on him in retaliation.
Finally, you won the battle, managing to pin him down on the mattress. Your hands trapped his wrists, restraining his devious fingers.
“Oh no, I’m at your mercy,” he said, putting all the dramatics into his voice that he could manage. “Is this when you ravage me?” He blinked up at you in faux innocence.
You rolled your eyes but leaned down to kiss him all the same.
Or, you kissed him as best as you could while you were both giggling.
Oliver seemed to decide this was a prime opportunity to launch a sneak attack and poked you in the ribs once more before tackling you and kissing you once more.
“I’m starting to think you don’t want me here at all.” You hadn’t even heard Rook come in but as you jerked your head towards him, you saw him leaning casually in the doorway.
He strode over to the bed and Oliver moved out of the way. As loud and excitable as he tended to be, he was quiet now, letting you be the center of attention.
Your thoughts drifted back to how he’d asked about this, saying it might make you more comfortable. You knew deep down what this was. It was a ploy from Oliver and Vivian to try and get you comfortable, to convince you to stay. They knew you liked them already, Rook was the only thing they saw in your way.
Right now, their plan didn’t feel half bad.
As soon as he reached the bed his mouth was crashing into yours, his patience from before dissipating.
The kiss was almost punishing, pushing you back towards the bed, your arms wrapped around his neck.
It was everything you remembered, everything you’d wanted to feel again. He was soft but firm, gentle but commanding.
You felt yourself losing control.
No, you felt yourself giving up control.
“You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled into your lips, refusing to pull away from you.
You nodded, not trusting your words right now.
He fought off a smile as he focused on kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin but being very careful of his teeth all the while.
And then he dropped to his knees,
“What’re you doing?” you asked, looking down on him.
“Poor thing, has no one ever eaten you out before?
You both knew that wasn’t what you were asking but he couldn’t seem to pass up an opportunity to tease you. “You’re testing if I trust you,” you said as he looked up at you from his spot on the floor.
He just smirked. “Maybe. I can’t tell, who’s winning if you do trust me?”
He hiked up your skirts, nipping lightly at your thigh. You gasped at the feeling. “I don’t know, this feels a lot like winning. Do you always get on your knees so quickly?”
“If you think this was quick you should’ve seen how fast Oliver folded when he got here. I’m not sure he was even all the way through the door.”
A pillow came flying at him, thwapping him on the side of the head as you burst into a fit of giggles.
Rook shot the culprit a halfhearted angry look that was undercut by the smile tugging at his lips.
“Aren’t you supposed to be here to help,” he asked, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly up and down your thigh as he scolded the man sitting behind you.
“I’m supposed to be here to make them less nervous. Do they seem nervous to you?”
He was right. You were grateful for Oliver’s presence, his demeanor making the affair seemed lighthearted.
Both of them proved to be incredibly calming forces, despite everything.
Nimble fingers reached up and hooked under the band of your underwear and you gasped a little as he pulled them down. It all suddenly felt very real.
You knew he could feel the shift in your mood, his hand reaching up to grab yours.
It was strangely endearing, watching him take control so gently, having to try and manage a delicate balance and take care of both of you. Something rose up in you and you wanted to take care of him. You tried to shoo the dangerous feeling away
“Wait.”
He looked up at you, those cloudy, dead eyes full of caution and patience.
“No biting, okay?” you said quietly, your words just for him.
“Of course not. And what do you say if you want to stop?” he asked, squeezing your hand gently.
“Red.”
“There we go. Don’t be afraid to use it.”
And then he was gone, disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress.
Moments later you felt him lick through your folds, jerking a little at the sudden sensation. Oliver giggled behind you, seeming to find your jumpiness amusing.
Rook started out teasing, avoiding your clit except for a few bumps of it with his nose.
You went to tug on his hair or pull him closer, to ask for more, to beg him to stop teasing but he was unreachable, fully engulfed by the skirts of your dress.
It was a little frustrating, not being able to grab at his hair or see his face.
Oliver pulled you back into his chest, cooing at you as he laid you down.
“You look so pretty for us, Rook is missing out on the best view in the house.”
Rook seemed egged on by his words, the teasing finally coming to a merciful close as his tactics flipped, now seeming deadset on making you come as quickly as possible.
Oliver pulled you towards him so you were laying down on your back, your head resting in his lap. He cooed at you, telling you how good you were doing and how pretty you looked. It all started to bleed together.
You feel like you’re in a haze, grateful for Oliver’s grounding presence. His hands in your hair and his neverending talking kept you rooted to your body because you almost felt like you might float out of it, becoming a victim to sensation.
Your legs locked around Rook's head, taking what little control you had over him as you drew closer to the edge.
Oliver chuckled. “There you go.”
He took the movement as an encouraging sign, focusing all of his attention and refusing to stop the motion that had made you trap him against you.
Your back arched, Oliver’s soft hands stroking your face as you came undone. Your legs stayed locked around Rook's head, his hands gripping your thighs as your hips rose in waves, riding out your orgasm.
When you finally released him, he came out of the skirts looking disheveled, his hair a mess and panting, all the while smiling proudly up at you.
“You alright?” he asked with a cocky grin.
What an unfair question after what he’d just done to you. “You could say that.”
Rook grabbed Oliver’s legs and yanked him toward the edge of the bed. “You want a turn.”
He had already started to frantically unbutton his pants. “Please, yes, I do.”
Rook was still kneeling on the floor as Oliver kicked off his pants. “You alright with this?” he asked as Oliver’s painfully hard cock came bouncing up against his stomach.
You nodded with a giggle. “Cut the poor boy some slack, he looks like he might come if you breathe on him too hard.”
That earned you a hearty laugh from Rook and a half-joking glare from Oliver.
“I guess we’ll see.”
You had plenty of time to recover from your own orgasm, leaning against Oliver to watch as Rook firmly grasped the base of his cock before giving it a soft lick.
Now that there were no skirts in your way you could touch him. You ran your hands through his hair and gave him encouraging words, not unlike what Oliver did to you.
He was notably meaner to Oliver than he was to you. If you thought you were being teased, Oliver was practically being tortured.
He never got more than a few touches at a time. Anytime Oliver tried to get anything more he’d pull away entirely, not saying anything, just waiting.
Not that he really seemed to mind, despite all the irritated noises that kept escaping him. He seemed to thrive off of the attention regardless.
With one final lick from the base of his shaft after giving him painfully little, Rook pulled fully away.
Oliver whined, scrambling for something, anything, needing more.
“They got to come,” he said with a pout as he reached futilely for Rook.
“Well, it isn’t your first time with me. Also, I don’t think you’ve earned it. Too much scheming for my taste.”
“Come on, don’t be mean,” he whined.
You backed him up. “Yeah, don’t be mean.”
“Oh god, there’s three of you now,” Rook said with a groan.
Oliver giggled. “You’re outnumbered.”
“I was outnumbered before,” reasoned the vampire but Oliver took no mind of this, not willing to be deterred by something so silly as logic.
So Rook switched tactics, artfully snatching back control once more. “You think he’s earned it? Fine, I’m not stopping you.”
The implication was clear and you didn’t hesitate to answer what Rook had silently asked you. You grabbed Oliver’s face and kissed him.
Rook seemed more than happy to just watch for a while, sitting behind Oliver with a smile on his face that you kept catching glimpses of every now and again.
Oliver remained sandwiched between you as Rook removed his pants, something you were almost startled to realize hadn’t happened yet with him still fully clothed in juxtaposition to your states of undress.
You snuck some greedy glances at him as he undressed. He was certainly bigger than Oliver was, although he looked similarly close to coming undone.
He caught your eye during one of your glances and gave you a disarmingly genuine smile and a wink that made you giggle into Oliver’s mouth.
Oliver ground against you, his cock pushing against your clothed stomach. It was still slick with Rook’s spit, gliding against you as he moved.
Rook raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to help him?”
You nodded, feeling like it was just as much for your benefit as it was for his.
Oliver guided his dick in place under the increasingly more and more frustrating skirts of your dress and as he did, Rook sunk abruptly into him, pushing Oliver forward into you. You gasped as he did, your walls that had been aching to be filled flexing around his cock.
It was a good call, having Oliver separate the two of you. He hadn’t explicitly asked but you both knew he’d led you there, he’d led you to every step of this. He didn’t need to give commands to be in control of the situation, you saw that now.
The separation made you feel safer, less on edge. You knew Oliver, knew he couldn’t do anything to you other than perhaps an irritating poke or two.
Despite the evergrowing trust you placed in Rook, he could still hurt you if he wanted to and the prospect would’ve been too much for you while you were here, floating, vulnerable.
Also, Oliver was notably smaller than Rook and you were kind of glad he was the one inside of you right now. You already felt overstimulated, you weren’t sure you could’ve taken him.
You have no idea how Oliver was managing, stimulated from both ends after being denied for so long.
Rooks thrusts controlled him completely, moving him in and out of you sharply. You got the sense that if you hadn’t been there, he would have been going even harder. Oliver certainly wanted him to, trying to push back with nowhere to go, trapped between the two of you.
“You’re being such a helpful little toy, aren’t you?” Rook hissed at Oliver.
He nodded and you kissed him again, one he accepted gladly.
You heard Rook chuckle at the sight. “You’re lucky your new friend is so sweet, I never would have helped you like this.”
Oliver’s moans started to become more desperate and Rook pulled him back, leaving you empty.
“Please, Rook. Please drink from me, I’ll be good,” he cried out.
Rook glanced over at you as if asking for permission. You gave him a little nod and he dove in immediately, burying his head in Oliver’s neck.
For a moment, Oliver thrashed, an instinctual push against the vampire as he broke skin.
It only lasted a moment. Then he did anything but, trying to pull Rook in even closer and revealing his neck as much as he could.
It lasted for a few minutes, Oliver with his hands tangled in Rook's hair, holding him there while Rook suckled from him, hips still rocking upwards as he did.
Rook’s skin flushed as he drank, like you could see the blood entering him, giving him life.
All the times you’d imagined a vampire feeding, you’d never pictured something like this. It was so intimate, almost sweet, the way they were entwined, connected.
A sense of yearning started to surface in you that you couldn’t quite manage to snuff out.
Rook pulled away, a trail of blood trickling down Oliver’s neck as he did. When he opened his eyes, you noticed they were brighter, a dark brown replacing the clouded-over eyes you’d grown accustomed to.
He quickly reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a bandage and setting it into place, pressing a quick kiss on it before burying his face in Oliver’s neck once more.
This time it wasn’t to drink. This time he opted to whisper quiet affirmations into his skin, telling him how well he did.
And then he turned to you.
The prospect of being cared for so gently suddenly seemed overwhelming. You drew back and he let you, his eyes soft and his expression anything but the hard shell he’d put on when you first came here
“We won’t get near you if you don’t want us to," he reassured you. "Just please stay. I’d rather you not be alone right now.”
You conceded that much, falling back onto the pillows on the opposite side of the bed as the pair
You noted how comfortable and safe Oliver looked. Rook just held him, making eye contact with you, a look that seems to say someday, if you want it, this could be you, safe in my arms.
A sinking feeling rose in your chest and you couldn’t tell if it was because you thought that could never be you or if it was because some part of you was still upset that someday it might be.
#terato#teratophillia#vampire x vampire hunter#vampire x reader#vampire x human#monster bf#monster boyfriend#monster x human#monster x reader#the whole time I was writing this I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid reddit post lol#my (900M) subs have unionized
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Happy Flat Fuck Flounder Friday!
#olive flounder#flat fuck friday#aquarium#marine biology#fish#oceancore#sea animals#ocean aesthetic#flounder#marine animals#my photo
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Thoughts on Alex being wrong and loving it
Red White and Royal Blue (2023 movie)
Remember the little quip Henry makes about admiring Alex's willingness to admit when he's wrong? It's such a great moment of foreshadowing, especially since Henry has no idea just how right he is.
Alex prizes himself on being someone who is skilled at reading people, at seeing the person beneath the surface, but he's never come across anyone quite like Henry before.
Alex must be used to people hiding who they truly are - he's been steeped in American politics for years - but he probably isn't expecting anyone from such a legacy of historic power and entitlement to be, at their core, an actual cinnamon roll.
Their initial meeting also comes at a time in Henry's life when any chink in his armour reveals only pain and anger, leading Alex to assume that what lies behind the carefully controlled façade isn't pleasant.
This assumption is only reinforced by further antagonistic interactions, fuelled by Henry's attempts to balance civility while protecting his heart as Alex consistently pulls Henry's metaphorical pigtails.
The fallout from cakegate forces them into extended periods of proximity and we see Alex start to glimpse pieces of the real Henry beneath his bland public persona. Each further piece that's revealed surprises and delights Alex and it's a joy to watch Taylor Zakhar Perez bring those moments to life.
Allow me to ramble about some of these:
1. Alex's pause of panic followed by surprised relief as Henry suavely responds to the interview question, "How did you end up on the floor of Buckingham Palace, covered in cake?" Alex's relief is two fold: he was floundering with no idea what to say (shouldn't have rebuffed Henry's request to prepare for this interview, Alex...) and Henry's answer is not at all what Alex was expecting. Henry could easily have attributed the event to clumsiness or tomfoolery on Alex's part - even just by subtle implication. That wouldn't have been out of line with some of Alex's answers (e.g., "Three words to describe Henry? Um... White, blond and British.") but Henry chooses a more protective route, deflecting attention from Alex, which comes as a pleasant surprise. [Of course he can't show this, so instead retaliates with something as annoying as possible. Cue side eye from Henry.]
2. Alex's big-eyed expression of sympathy as Henry tells him the Palace insisted on parading him around while he was grieving for his father. It's the key moment Alex realises he's built a lot of assumptions on a misunderstanding and has probably treated Henry rather unfairly.
3. Alex frowning at Henry talking and laughing with the little girl in the hospital bed. He's seeing Henry through a new lens and realises this picture doesn’t fit with a lot of his previous assumptions.
4. Alex shaking his head at Henry's joking attempt to decline an invite to his NYE party that most people would kill to get. "That's perfect, you kill me and then I won't have to go." It's the first time Henry uses his sharp wit to share a joke with Alex, rather than directing it at him in a fit of pique. It's an olive branch and I don't think Alex was expecting such easy forgiveness.
5. The sublime series of text based interactions where Alex is surprised and charmed by Henry flirting (under the guise of gentle ridicule).
6. The iconic "I can't believe how wrong I was about you," while he and Henry are as close as two people can get.
7. My all time favourite: Alex's reaction to Henry pointing out the yellow roses on his tie. Henry employs this in a sweet distraction during a moment of all encompassing anxiety for Alex. It's enough to bring Alex out of his fog, to realise how much strength he draws just from Henry being there to support him. The way Taylor says "Oh my god. I'm so grateful you are here," is perfection.
I'm a gooey mess thinking about all the future moments where Alex is surprised and overwhelmed by Henry's kindess.
[Sobs]
On a related note @mulderscully has a great post titled: Alex's headshake of Love™, which captures several of these moments, and more, in perfect gif form.
#red white and royal blue#rwrb#nicholas galitzine#prince henry rwrb#alex claremont diaz#rwrb film#rwrb thoughts#first prince#henry fox#red white and royal blue movie#taylor zakhar perez
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would y'all be mad at me if I told you I shipped olivia and koilee
#rook says shit#papa louie#flipline#flipline studios#flipline olivia#flipline koilee#olive flounder#that's the ship name I'm going for baybee
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merfolk of the day: satou hime from shinkaigyo no anko-san
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