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isa-ah · 27 days

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spite is a good motivator when you can't pull yourself out of the hole by any other means but teaching yourself to find the silver lining of any given situation is a MONUMENTAL tool to not only better your own mental health but to make everyone around you a lot happier too.

it's something you have to teach yourself. put down the fatalism let go of the catastrophising. if you want to find the good in life, you need to learn how to look for it.

this thing happened and it hurt me and it sucked and you have a right and obligation to FEEL those emotions, but afterwards you also have the option to find the silver lining. I may have failed, but I learned something. plans may have flaked, but I got to try somewhere new. that person hurt me, but now I know not to talk to them. we got lost, but the landscape out here is beautiful. I feel trapped, but if I wasn't here, I'd of never seen that beautiful bird that perched on my wondowsill.

if you only ever focus on the negative, you're going to become a tar pit. if you only ever complain to your friends, you'll bog each other down. you make yourself more and more bitter and wonder why people can't palette you. try to spread a little sunshine instead. by force, at first, it's a hard thing to teach yourself to do. but keep going bc one day you'll be surrounded by people who love the sun and the bitter mire you used to be in will feel centuries away.

#looking on the bright side IS direct action to make yourself and your relationships better #i know bc i used to be an ugly nasty tar pit who dragged down anyone within arms reach #turns out if you try to boost people up- if you compliment them and make them feel seen and beautiful? theyre going to treasure you #friends and strangers alike

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bonefall · 6 months

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And not all DC fans are mad! I was happy when Leafpool beat Starfire, and I was pleased with Bumble winning too. (Epilepsy dad here, who is a comics fan, and has 4 kids who love reading the warrior cat books and have the Minifig warriors become superheroes In the Gotham city I hot as a kid) im digressing here: What keeps the warrior cats fandom strong is how you all form up around the cats that were mistreated by the writers, how you bring them into your homes and hearts and make better features for them. My Amuma always used to say if enough people believed in something, then maybe their will can change the world.

Always good to see you around!

This vitriol has been super disappointing, y'know? I feel like I have to keep stressing that DC fans are valid, their frustrations with the comics are well-founded, and Bumble's opponents should also be acknowledged as victims of misogyny

And then we don't get that grace back! Doesn't matter that Warriors is a best-selling kids' series with REALLY harmful messages in it read by millions across the globe. Bumble's "just a cat" and we're "reading too much into it." As if that's not the same shit that gets said about misogyny in media broadly; "They're not real, comics are just for fun, you're reading too much into it"

Now people are like "Oh it was a mistake for WARRIOR CATS to be in this poll" because they're mad our "just a cat" is winning. Like it's not a tournament and that's the whole point. We've got people trying to say that Bumble can't even have misogyny happen to her because the human writers superficially made her a cat, as if she's not a fantasy character like every other fantasy character she's been up against.

But, ugh. I won't let it stop me, y'know? StarClan gives its hardest battles to its strongest warriors ✨✨I will never shut up about the "justa cats," this fandom rocks exactly because of the fact we're so passionate about these issues and how to address and fix them, Bumblesweep FOREVER!

#I'm not a DC fan but one of my best friends in the whole world is #And he's always telling me about what's going on in them #His favorite guy is The Flash!#And me and my friend group have been watching the new superman show together #So like. I don't hate DC and I never have!#And it's not all DC fans obviously. There's just some really loud and nasty ones #But man I can't help feeling like WC fans are getting shit just because there's some sore losers #who are super mad their very prestigious and well-known comic book characters are being beaten by a character they do not respect #Bumblesweep #Vote Bumble #I don't know if I can change the world through my babbles and my passion #But I DO know that I can make some people feel a little better and less alone.#And I can back my girl Bumble and make everyone in this fandom and our surroundings see and acknowledge what they DID TO HER #JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE #bone babble

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tangledinink · 9 months

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I can imagine the first cycle after moving. Probably Leo because Donnie likely has internal scarring, so leo goes through the process of laying his eggs, panics, his brother can't help, and finally, *finally* they ask for help. It's not willingly. It's not for fun. It's purely necessity. It's purely because there's *literally noone else* and the idea of telling anyone at all is so scary that the way they do so is in a note. Splinter sits them down and basically walks them through "You're safe, you're fine. We can handle this however you feel most comfortable, including getting you both on blockers if you prefer" and they just.... sigh. For the first time, there's *someone else* in their circle, and it's willing and it's warm, and it's *safe*. There will be tears.

Yes, except I'm not convinced that either of them could stand to tell anyone. Even if it was literally life or death (which it has been before,) I'm not sure if either of them could bear to give up that information. Donnie is finally, finally away from the people who hurt him when he got found out last time, and even though logically, he knows that it's different here, he's absolutely petrified of the thought that the same thing will happen again and it won't be over anymore. He's still horrified by the idea of anyone else knowing about Leo when he's gone to such lengths for so long to protect him, and Leo is likewise terrified in the same way. They've spent years with this being their more closely guarded secret, and that's going to be really difficult to give up.

But it's really not a secret they'll be able to keep for long.

They're in a completely different environment, with far less space and privacy. They're both stressed as hell and Donnie WAS on birth control and taking all sorts of vitamins and supplements to make sure he didn't eggbind again and now he's suddenly not and it's not only messing with his body, it's fucking scary. It literally keeps them both up at night. Neither of them know how to wash blood out of clothes or sheets. There's no private en suite bathroom they can sequester themselves away in. They're both literally making themselves sick with anxiety trying to deal with this, and they're used to handling this on their own, this is routine for them, but they're not used to all of this.

They'd probably metaphorically limp through a few cycles before their family puts it together and gently confronts them.

Venus probably figures it out first. She's pretty smart, and incredibly observant, and after all-- she quite literally experiences the exact same thing. April may not lay eggs, but I think she'd be able to get the idea after a bit as well. And while I think Splinter would realize something was wrong pretty quickly, Draxum would probably realize what was wrong first. Splinter has April, so he has a little bit of experience in this realm, but Draxum has Venus and so he has far more experience.

And so when they do sit them down and talk with them, it's going to be really scary at first. And then they get to, "you're safe, you're fine, we can handle this however you feel the most comfortable. It will be okay. No one will hurt you."

And then there's finally other people in the know, in the circle, people who will actually help them. And yes-- there will definitely be tears.

#leo in particular will probably panic at least a little when theyre confronted #because its been what? almost four years?#almost FOUR YEARS of him keeping this a secret at any cost #almost four years with no one else in the universe aside from his twin knowing #and now the spell is broken #but its okay #and they might panic and cry for a little but then they calm down and its... actually ok. things will actually be okay #april will take to big-sistering them so hard #and lowkey just? having venus exist in the household will be incredibly helpful #(she was honestly so baffled that everyone else didnt realize what was going on right away. it wasnt obvious????)#mikey tries to spoil them the same way he tries to spoil venus whenever she feels nasty #(but has to adjust a bit to respect boundaries because. donnie will bite him...)#likewise raph tries to take care of them the same way he'd take care of casey #(ie by leaving offerings at their doors and staying the fuck out of their way. just overall letting them do or have whatever they want)#their family will take care of them and keep them safe and things will get better #its honestly a huge relief when they get caught in some ways because leo can finally be like #and donnie got really sick one time and almost died and im scared itll happen again PLZ can we make sure it doesnt happen again #donnie in the background like >:0000 that leo just fucking OUTTED HIM LIKE THAT #but to leo 1000% worth it if it means donnie wont get sick and die #(as if donnie is actually realistically at any more significant risk of that than leo is)#(quite frankly theyre BOTH at risk of it at the time because of how stressed they are. lowkey a miracle neither of them eggbound yet smh)#also donnie def has internal scarring lmao;;;; poor bab. makes it a bit rough...#menstruation #tw menstruation #cw menstruation #gemini au #asks #anon #csa implied #cw csa implied

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lucienarcheron · 12 days

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you seem like one of the calmest eluciens about the ship war 😂

*gently holds your hand* I say this in the sweetest most comforting way possible but...it's because I don't care 🤣🤣

I appreciate people's passion for the series and the characters but...SJM will do what she wants in the end. I'm 99% confident Elucien is happening because logically with the story she's been telling, it's what makes sense to me but you know what - she might do a 360 and change everything in the next book so that 1% doubt will always be there because I'm not her and I don't know what's in her brain lol.

I love Lucien, I love Elain and I very obviously love them together. I will ship elucien until the end regardless of what happens because to me, they will always make more sense than any other ship. But I also don't want to spend time arguing with people or trying to convince them about whether I'm right or not when in the end, we could all be wrong anyway haha.

There's a lot of nastiness that comes with this ship war and it's just not worth it. It takes away from the joy the series gives to people and there are real people behind these screens. Ultimately, I'm here for a good time not to deal with people being mean. I've also been in the fandom for a long time and had my fair share of arguments/pettiness so yo girl is TIRED and has seen it all lol. My policy always comes back to ship and let ship but don't be an asshole about it.

#asks #Anonymous #elucien #I understand how frustrating it can be to want to enjoy stuff when people on the opposite sides of it will get nasty #I know and I see it and it's gross but that's always a reflection of them and tells me all I need to know lmao #it's just not that deep to me anymore #also this shouldn't make anyone that DOES enjoy arguing about ships feel bad lol #you do do babes! just don't let it burn you out #these are fictional characters I want to read about them falling in love and fucking in an endless loop lmao #and you'll find many many many others who feel the same way lol

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darksigns-exe · 6 months

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Sweet Like Honey - Tangled In Your Trance

Warnings: Unprotected sex (pls wrap it gang), mentions of bodily fluids (vague) Word Count: 3k Read on AO3

Something is different. Her body feels impossibly tired even though she hasn’t done much in terms of physical labour yesterday. Still, the exhaustion is settled deeply into her bones. Everything feels just a little too heavy; maybe she’ll take the day off today. She pulls her hand across skin — skin. Her eyes snap open to pale skin traced with intricate lines of ink. For a moment she thinks that she’s dreaming because she knows those tattoos. The last time she’d been this close to him he’d poured his heart out to her hours before she’d left.

Bee drags her eyes up his body as best as she can from her position. Best she can tell Noah is still fast asleep. For once, he looks entirely at peace. His features are so much softer than what she usually sees from him. She shifts as carefully as she can manage so he doesn’t wake up just yet. No, she wants to watch him for a moment longer. He doesn’t give her that pleasure though.

He lets out a small huff before his body tenses as he slowly rouses from sleep. The hand that is not awkwardly pinned to her body rises above his head for a moment before it practically smacks across his face. The low ground that sounds from behind his palm resounds throughout her body. It takes him a few more seconds before he finally opens his eyes and looks at her. The fondness on his features shoots straight through her.

The hand behind her back pulls her closer into his chest. His skin is warm, heated from sleep and her own body heat.

“Hi.” She feels herself smile around the word.

A faint sound rumbles through his chest “Hi.”

His voice is still rough from sleep, and Bee never wants to miss that sound ever again. She presses her lips to the bare skin of his chest. It’s strange to be this close to him. She can almost feel the drumming beat of his heart beneath her fingers, as they trace the intricate lines.

Noah lets out a huff when her fingers reach the opposite side of his body.

“Ticklish?” She tries to find the spot again just to see if she can draw a laugh from him.

He squirms, tries to get away from her inquisitive fingers but with the way they’re positioned, he doesn’t have a good way out.

“Bee.” He warns, the hand on her back grips into her skin a little firmer, but there’s no real threat behind his words.

She lets her fingers drift across his stomach. The muscles tense under her featherlight touch and for once Bee feels as if she has the upper hand in this game. She isn’t sure where she wants to take this, but she’s willing to explore and see where the road takes them.

It’s been less than a day since they’d kissed for the first time. Maybe she should let this move a little slower, but slow almost drove him away from her and if she’s honest she doesn’t want to stop. The tips of her fingers find the lowest part of his belly. The sound that breaks from his lips makes her shiver. It’s a broken little thing, somewhere on the blurred line between a sigh and a whimper.

“Don’t start something you don’t want to end.”

The hand that had so far been idle finds its home against her thigh. Her mind goes blank for a moment when she realises just how big his hand feels against her.

“What makes you think that I can’t finish it?” She doesn’t look up from his skin out of fear that the look on his face will make her crumble in an instant.

“I don’t doubt that you can.” He pulls her thigh across his waist, forcing her to almost straddle him “But if we do this I’m never gonna be able to stop.”

“Is that a promise?”

Bee finally forces herself to look at him then and as suspected the heat in his eyes makes her choke on her breath.

His fingers dig into the meat of her thigh “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this — you.”

She shifts herself on top of him “I think I have an idea.”

She feels Noah's eyes roaming across her body. He’s careful, taking in every inch of her with an intensity that makes her shiver. The hand that previously pawed at her thigh migrates to her waist and she doesn’t know if he aims to anchor or move her.

He looks gorgeous like this. His hair spread out around his head like some twisted version of a nimbus. There’s something brutally soft about the way he looks at that moment. None of the harsh edges that so often decorate his face show themselves.

Bee draws her thumb across the crease in his forehead “You could show me though.”

“Kiss me again?”

She can’t deny him that, not when he looks at her like that. After that first kiss the night before Noah had hardly been able to keep his hands to himself. He’d always been attached to her in some way, always close, always touching. He’d stolen little kisses from her as if they were something she wouldn’t willingly surrender. When she leans down to him now she feels that taught string between them again. A desperate need to be as close to him as she physically can be.

What starts all sweet and tender quickly devolves into teeth and tongue. Noah keeps her close with a hand behind her head. His palm is warm against her skin and she still finds herself surprised at how soft his hands are. She wants, desperately, to touch all of him, to feel all of him. The insatiable need to have him all to herself is nearly all-consuming. She guesses that he’s not much better off from the way his hips buck up against her. Bee feels him searching for the hem of her underwear.

She pulls away from his lips in exchange for his neck. His pulse is right beneath her lips and it’s quickening by the second. As much as she wants to stay attached to him like this, she has to see the impact of her actions on his face. She feels as breathless as he looks.

His hand roams across her backside, feeling the skin under her panties. For a moment they sit in silence, watching the other with heaving chests and rabbit-quick pulses. She has never craved anyone like this, not even in her desperate teenage years. It claws at her like a wretched beast.

Noah squeezes her thigh, just enough to get her attention “Let me sit up, baby.” He speaks so softly, almost as if he is afraid to disturb the moment. It’s hard to move away from him and Bee misses his warmth as soon as she removes herself from his proximity. She watches the muscles under his skin tense and shift as he moves to sit against the headboard of her bed. She returns to her previous spot atop his lap. As soon as she does his hands are back on her waist. His eyes dance across her face, stopping here or there for a few brief seconds before they land on her lips. When he looks at her like that timid little version of herself that she thought she’d long left behind. His hands set her on fire in a way that she hasn’t felt in too long. Sure, she’s been with one or the other guy in her time, but it’s never been like this. It’s never felt as intense as it does now – as it does with him.

He lures her back in, brings his lips to the spot where her jaw melts into her neck and every brush of his lips against her skin drags her closer towards him. She feels his teeth graze against the skin of her neck. Her eyes flutter close, as she allows herself to truly feel his touch. His hands are all over her, touching, exploring her bare skin under the loose fabric of her shirt.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he speaks the words directly against her skin “Can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

Noah’s arms wrap around her body, pulling her even closer. With the way they’re positioned his face is right against her chest now.

“Gotta - can I take this off?” He asks, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

Before she even has time to nod, he’s already pushing the fabric upwards, hands ever rising on her body, until she has to lift her arms. As soon as he has discarded the garment, his lips return to her skin. Her own hands find his back. Noah mouths across her chest until she has to bend back for him to reach more of her. She grips onto the headboard and lets herself rest in his firm hold. His lips capture a pebbled nipple. Tongue and teeth graze and feel and Bee feels so acutely aware of everything he does. It’s almost too much, even though they haven’t really done a lot yet.

He sucks harshly at her. The moan almost breaks from her lip but that little sliver of insecurity still ties her to silence. He does it again and again and again until she loses the fight.

He presses a kiss to her sternum “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you.”

He looks up at her with those big brown eyes and Bee can practically feel herself melt on the spot. They’ve been her weakness since they met. Even in the dark out on that porch, she’d found herself entranced by him, drawn in by the intensity and passion that hid behind their warmth.

He catches a pert nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, rolling and teasing until she sighs with pleasure threatening to spill into pain. He balances her delicately upon the knife's edge, never letting her fall, but always keeping the thrill of it present.

“Noah.” The prayer of his name feels breathless upon her lips, grazing against skin as she sings his praises over and over.

“My pretty girl.” A kiss grazes her clavicle “What are you doing to me?”

She doesn’t know how he still has the ability to speak when her mind feels reduced to one singular thing. She feels him shift beneath her. Bee barely feels cognisant anymore, but she’s present enough to feel his cock pressing into her thigh.

“Good to keep going, pretty thing? Can I fuck you like this?” He whispers into her ear.

She nods, words not coming when she needs them. It’s enough for him though. His hand comes between her thighs pulling the little bit of fabric aside, before his finger swipe across her slit. She’s soaked through already.

Oh.

His fingers press into her. The long, slender digits make quick work of her. His palm soon presses against her swollen clit, while she feels his fingers spread and shift inside of her.

He whispers something about how good she feels but most of it soars straight past her. Her mind is full of cotton and static and him. It’s almost as if she’s sunk to the bottom of the pool. The world around her almost doesn’t matter anymore, but at the same time, she’s hyper-aware of every move he makes.

“Gonna make you cum on my fingers first.”

Bee knows that it won’t take him long to get what he wants. She’s been toeing at the edge of that cliff for too long now. Bee feels as if she is being pulled taught by some invisible force. It’s all too much, his fingers inside her, his lips on her skin, the heat of his bare chest against hers. He’s merciless in his assault. His fingers press into her until the pressure in her belly is almost too much.

Her fingers dig into his back, nails pressing crescent moons into his skin. If she lets go her body will melt into a puddle and so she clings onto him. She feels her things trembling before it hits her like a tidal wave. Her head falls against his shoulder as he works her through it without mercy. It’s like a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, the relief that comes with the high he gives her makes her head swim. The first breath she draws into her lungs feels as if she’d been diving into the deepest depths of an ocean so unfathomable that she has no words left for it.

“Oh, baby.” A kiss to her cheek “Baby you’re so wet. Fuck I think you oh —“ and then she feels it.

The fabric of her panties clings to her skin almost uncomfortably and below her thighs the boxers he slept in are equally soaked through.

She’s never done that before.

“Fuck me that’s so hot.” He looks down between their bodies, eyes fixated on where she feels herself still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He stares for a good long while. Bee thinks that she should feel shy with the way he’s focused on her “Got one more for me?”

“Please.”

The groan he lets out shakes her to the core. Noah fumbles between them to free himself from the confines of his boxers. The head of his cock is an angry shade of red, shining with a mix of their arousals and Bee can’t stop herself from touching him. He lets out a shaky whimper when her hand wraps around his shaft. She manages to move her hand across him a few slow times before he halts her by the wrist.

“I’m not gonna — I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” Bee has never heard him sound so desperate and weak before.

She pushes herself upwards. With one hand still braced against his shoulder she tries to pull her panties to the side.

“Do you care about those?” His voice is suddenly so low and calm that it scares her just the right amount.

She shakes her head. Bee hears the tearing of fabric before she feels the heat of it against her skin. His hand dips between her thighs to gather some of her slick to spread over the length of his cock.

Her eyes fall shut when she feels the head of his cock brush along her opening. In the moment before she lets herself sink down on him, she feels light as air. The comforting dig of his hand into her waist takes the worry of it away from her; she’s safe here.

The stretch is almost too much. Almost. She rests for a moment, her skin touching his. Hands smooth across her back soothingly.

“Doin’ so good baby. So good for me.” Warm lips kiss along her shoulder “Whenever you’re ready.”

She takes a few more seconds to adjust to the stretch before she carefully pushes herself upwards again. Her thighs are starting to strain by now, but the delicious drag of his cock inside of her makes it worth it. He guides her with firm hands on her waist. Her head is swimming, drifting in and out of conscious thought as she rides him. If she looks at him now, he’ll unravel her entire being, but at the same time, she has to see the wrecked look on his face. His sweat-shined skin, the bright pink tinge across his cheeks. The strain on his face is obvious. His composure has to be waning as quickly as her own.

Bee brings her hand to the side of his face, guiding him up to kiss him again. Noah’s hips snap up to meet hers, seemingly sensing that she’s starting to lose the battle against her own will. His thrusts up into her are quick and sloppy. He has wrapped himself around her like a serpent, ready to devour her. His breath is hot against the skin of her neck, every gasp and moan he lets out burrows deep into her mind, settles into the very marrow of her bones.

Bee doesn’t claim to understand what is happening at this moment, but she has never felt so close to someone. It has never felt this good.

Her hand tangles into his hair, keeping him pressed tightly to her skin. She’s close now. The coil in her belly feels impossibly tight.

“C-close.” she chokes the words out between staggered breaths.

“I know. I know.” He whispers “Can I — inside?”

He’s as breathless as she is. She can feel his chest heaving against hers and just beyond that Bee swears that she can feel the pounding of his heart.

“Please.”

“Want it inside?” she nods, desperately so “Gonna ruin me, Bee. I’m–”

His release hits him before the words manage to fall from his lips. Instead, they’re twisted into moans that set off her own release. He stills inside of her, hips pressed up to meet hers as he spills inside of her. Bee allows herself to revel in the ecstasy of it. The euphoria that floods through her body tears her head backwards. If it weren’t for his arms wrapped tightly around her body she would have long collapsed into a heap atop the mattress.

They stay like this for a while, tangled together with heaving chests. The ache in her thighs is long forgotten when he carefully lowers her backwards. Bee quickly loses count of the kisses that meet her skin. She never really understood when people said that the aftermath of sex could be just as blissful as the actual act itself. At this moment, she’s sure that she finally knows what they mean.

His body comes to rest next to hers, so close that they’re still touching. Noah wraps his hand around hers. He doesn’t have to say it – somehow the simple touch of his hand is enough to convey every emotion that swirls between them. She hasn’t felt this content in a long while. There’s no need for grand gestures, not when just being this close to him makes her feel so warm and safe; not when she knows that she’ll have him for as long as she has air in her lungs.

#fic: sweet like honey #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian smut #writing smut kinda feels like when you bonk your barbies together to make them do the nasty (in a good way??)

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