keep thinking about how I wrote in my dissertation about how every time a new form of public/social space emerges it's immediately popular with kids and teenagers who see it as a chance at freedom and then adults colonise it and kick them out. this happened with malls in the 80s and diners in the 50s and pool halls in the 20s. my dad was doing research on this trend in like 1975. and I was like "yeah so this is going to happen to the internet" and then five years later every government suddenly decided to ban kids from everywhere online. I hate being right especially when I don't even get paid for it
Some of my favorite quotes from Artemis ii so far:
"Copy. Moon joy."
"I have two Microsoft Outlooks, and neither one of those are working."
"Houston, if you could give me about 20 new superlatives in the mission summary for tomorrow that will help out my vocabulary a little bit, that would be great. Thank you."
“If you’ve ever seen the top of the spotlight of the top of the Luxor at night in Vegas, this looks like what it wants to be when it grows up.”
"To all of you down there on Earth... we love you, from the moon."
"We just went sci fi."
"It is so great to see Earth again. To Asia, Africa, and Oceania: we are looking back at you. We hear you can look up and see the moon right now. We see you too."
"We will always choose Earth. We will always choose each other."
“It’s a bright spot on the moon, and we would like to call it Carroll.”
smut | praise | watching thru the mirror | “use your words”
when he wants to be, jason todd can be filthy.
you’re laying on your stomach, drooling all over the pillow case while he punctuates every single thrust with a moan. his hips moves slow and precise against yours because he’s memorized how it makes you whine and clench. gasping his name while he grinds his thrusts in its deep, deep rigour. you moan something incoherent when he circles his hips and he drops his weight over you to whisper in your ear.
“what was that baby?” every word delicate and breathy against the shell of your ear.
blissed out on him, all you can manage is a elongated mmmhf into the pillow before jason pulls you up by your shoulders. he keeps your weight on his while he remains sheathed inside.
“you gotta use your words pretty girl,” nibbling at your ear to watch you squirm, “say that again.”
practically sobbing with how deep he was and how you’d came for the nth time already tonight, you shakes your head.
“it’s too much,” gasping as he grinds his hips just enough to feel the drag against your walls.
he hums, “you want me to stop?”
immediately pushing back into him, you let out a sharp, “no!”
jason chuckles against your neck while he maneuvers you onto your knees while he’s mounting you from behind. nipping at the nape of your neck while he kisses your cervix and you drop your head backwards to rest on his shoulder. an idea crosses his mind while you make broken sounds into the empty air. arms wrapping around your middle, he turns you to face your full length mirror with your makeup bag still sitting in front of it on the ground. pushing back into you while his hand snakes up to squeeze your breasts and coaxs another gasp.
almost like it’s involuntarily, he kneads with his fingers and moans your name, “is this okay?” when you nod he tsks, “what’d i say about words ma?”
you grab at his hand as you jolt, “yes, it’s perfect,” struggling to speak but he just groans against your neck again.
the sound vibrating across your skin and sending shivers down your spine until you push back into him.
“look,” he pants between measured thrusts, “look at you.”
biting your lip, you lift your head to look at the lewd sight in the mirror.
he had you arched against him on the bed, both of you on your knees as he grinds slowly into you. “you’re so beautiful. my pretty, pretty girl.” smiling to himself at your blissed out state while he pulls you back into him.
embarrassed, you shut your eyes and try to turn your head when his hand comes up higher to make you face the mirror again. murmuring dirty words in your ear again.
“nah, you gotta watch us, hah? don’t we look so good together?” his voice as sensual as ever as he reaches places that only he could.
watching as his hips slam a little harder, you nod, “yes, yes, so good jay.”
humming in agreement, he coos, “good ma, now say it.”
“say it?” hiccuping as you question him.
“call yourself pretty. say i’m beautiful hmm? go on.” breathing by your ear.
you arch further as he grinds deeper, “but that’s so embarrassing.”
“what? how’s being my beautiful wife embarrassing?” pulling you up a little higher so you’re barely holding yourself up, “look at that body, god, could make a grown man cry.”
caressing from the inside with his slow and deep ministrations, you gasp again, “jay—”
“she’s gripping me so tight too, pretty and—nghh, so so beautiful.” a thin layer of sweat on his skin making it glisten beautifully under your bedroom light, “say it, come on please baby?”
coaxing with another sharp thrust, you nearly cry out, “pretty, ‘m so pretty.”
he laughs again, turning your head enough to kiss him over your shoulder while he progressively moves faster. hips meeting yours in pace that was bringing you dangerously close again. moaning loudly into his mouth, he groans right back, then swallows the sound down. you pull away to breathe and he immediately makes you turn to watch again. ministrations making your tits bounce and voice falter. grabbing his hand at your chest, you bring it lower and lower til the message is so clear to him that he’s mad he didn’t think of it first.
fingers meeting that sensitive nub, he rubs tight circles as he feels you clench. the sound you make has his mouth wide and he returns it with something you hadn’t heard either. the peak was threatening his own as you flutter around him.
you whine his name while he shushes you, “i know baby, you can let go for me. you just keep making those pretty sounds yeah.”
his fingers rub your clit faster and you nearly collapse forward. though he holds you up with one strong arm across your midriff.
“i love you so, so much baby,” voice a little more frantic and his hips sloppier, “i need it. i need to feel you baby please.”
tears slip down your face as it crashes over you and you clamp around him. he’d been waiting for you to let go first and makes two harsh thrusts before spilling inside. he’s continuing to push his hips despite the overstimulation to seal that lock of himself inside of you like a brand. grinding his hips into yours while your legs give out entirely like jelly. he doesn’t let you fall over and uses his last bit of strength to pull you backwards to collapse onto his chest. your back to his chest while you try to catch your breath and he’s already pressing kisses to your sweaty hair while he remains buried deep.
you slide onto your side and he turns you, groaning when he slips out with a slick sound.
you snuggle into him immediately and he buries his nose in your hair just to breathe you in, “mmm, i love you,” he murmurs over and over, “i love you, i love you, i love—”
“that tickles,” you giggle as his breath ghosts over your skin again.
“tickles huh? maybe you should say it back or i’ll really tickle you.” laughing as he already drags his hands to you sides and wiggles them til you squirm and laugh that pretty sound again.
“okay, i love you. i love you too,” you pant between laughs, “quit it todd.”
watching his face flush and his fingers stop, you smile at how easily you can fluster him even when he’d been inside you moments ago. you lean in to kiss his perfect face again and he melts into it immediately, cradling the back of your head. slipping his tongue inside your mouth while your legs automatically wrap around his waist. you can feel yourself getting worked up all over again as his softened length just twitches like he were ready to go. you smile against his lips and pull back, watching him chase after you til you put a hand to his chest.
“i do love you jason. a lot.”
his eyes twists over your face and his brows knit. then he’s leaning down to kiss your forehead and pull you into another tight hug.
“i love you more pretty girl. now we gotta sleep before i get you pregnant.” saying the last part more to himself than to you.
despite how spent you are, you lift your head like a dog with a bone, “well, that sounds kinda—”
“don’t tempt me,” he practically groans and pulls your head right back into his chest, “sleep ma.”
a/n: @starr-jazz i lowkey got carried away with this request but you made me wake up like a sleeper agent.
It's truly incomprehensible how one could have so much thought. Jason cant even wrap his head around how your sentences flow, they just do. One moment you're rambling about some new movie poster you saw while crossing the street, the next you're on about how every man who listens to Mazzy Star is evil. Seriously, how is one able to hold themselves through a jumble so fluently?
You had decided to stop by his place after your day out, wanting to continue talking about whatever you and your friends had been gossiping about earlier. He happily listened, per usual. Any excuse to listen to your voice was enough for him, no matter the topic...
"Honestly, I feel horrible for her. Like, I understand what she did was weird, but it's obvious the poor girl is going through something..." you've probably gone through the same topic three times already, restating the whole story every time a new detail pops in your head. Jason hums in return, and it isn't until then do you spare him a glance. He'd been messing with the rear fender of his motorcycle, unable to spare you a glance.
Your voice dims, eventually reaching a silence.
It takes a few moments until Jason glances over, brows furrowed.
"What happened after? Did anyone report the incident?"
You looked back for a second before deciding to respond,
"sorry, didn't know you were fixing your bike. I don't wanna keep distracting you."
His furrow only deepened, if that were even possible. "Y're not."
"No need to comfort me" you simply shrug, "I've been trying to work on this habit"
Pft. As if your voluble behavior could ever be considered something negative. Hell, he would go through the Herculean tasks if it meant your voice was the reward.
"I would've told you if it bothered me."
"Huh, thats convincing" you teased.
He sighed, "Of course I care. The way you speak to me eases my restlessness. It's a reminder of your devotion."
You gawk at him, jaw slightly ajar.
"Wow, wasn't expecting such a poetic inference from Jason Todd."
His back is turned now, the tip of his ears pink, "just keep talking. You never finished your story"
You smile at his silly endeavors, relieved at his response, before continuing.
No matter the situation, your boyfriend would rather experience it with your voice occupying the area — regardless of how many times you've repeated the story.
Steph: I comm'd for everyone, where are the rest of you guys?
Duke: Tim and Damian are benched for a week.
Cass: Why?
Dick: Not exactly.
Jason: Tim and Dames were on a mission with Jon and Conner and apparently Tim was checking out-
Dick: Tim got distracted-
Jason: Yeah, yeah, and so Tim was checking out Kon and Damian snapped and called Tim 'a useless bisexual'.
Steph: Accurate
Duke: Bruce overheard on comms and benched Damian.
Cass: But why Tim?
Jason: Tim said and I quote "takes one to know one".
Dick: They had a tussle. Clark is mad because Jon had to overhear some "salty language" and Kon told Tim to beat Damian's ass. They're both grounded too and it's an entire thing.
“Love, Time stops, doesn’t it? Are we not testaments to this? Two old, misplaced souls, Asleep for seventy years? So close your eyes, love. Maybe seconds can be minutes and minutes can be hours and hours can be unending eternities Where I don’t have to open my eyes To a reality without you. So, let’s sleep. Let the world go to hell. For we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people, and we’ve suffered enough.”
— We Sleep, and Maybe We’ll Wake Up. Listen. Seventy Years of Sleep, nikka ursula, others, support my work by helping me grow my IG following here!
here at the sandwich shop, we’ve started to notice some people who are new to sandwiches aren’t used to meat and cheese between two slices of bread. they find this practice strange and confusing. that’s why we’ve decided to cut the bread out all together. from now on, we’ll just serve slices of meat and cheese on a plate.
we know that many of our loyal sandwich shop customers have been coming here for years to buy our delicious sandwiches. but some people don’t “get” sandwiches, and we need to try and appeal to them with an easier-to-understand meal format. we will no longer be serving sandwiches. all of our food will just be cold cuts on a paper plate. we love our customers and appreciate your understanding <3
Yes we know Craig's Cold Cuts down the street does cold cuts better than we do and has millions of customers. That's why we need to switch to cold cuts, to get their customers. We hope that our long-time sandwich loving customer base will be patient in this transition to cold cuts and welcome the certain influx of Craig's Cold Cut customers who will surely come here to enjoy our worse cold cuts with you, our sandwich-deprived customer base, whom we value so much.
anyone wants to talk about emma basically single-handedly keeping dana from imploding by running around solving anything that could become her last straw without dana even clocking that that's what emma's doing?
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