welcome! you can call me teya; i'm 26 and cool with any pronouns. you'll find me here posting about selfshipping and whatever else catches my fancy. nsfw content included - minors dni.
the two easy rules for interacting with me are: 1. be 18+ (have an age indicator on your blog or you'll be blocked) and 2. be, y'know, nice! this is a place to relax and enjoy ourselves above all.
༄ venture into the mists ༄
hope you enjoy your stay and that your day is kind to you <3
here's a secret: whatever you're doing, you have to root for your peers with all your heart because it forces you to root for yourself too. I've seen people in various spheres of my life (workplaces, education, art, activism) fall into the trap of envy and resentment when they see others succeed while they struggle, and it always always goes hand in hand with them pulling back and giving up and stagnating.
when you let yourself get sour grapes about shit, you tacitly give up on yourself. when you sit around hoping other people will flop and fail so you can catch up to them, you stop trying. it's a fantasy of mediocrity, the vain wish that other people would walk so you could take the gold medal at a jog. wouldn't you rather come last place at 27mph?
"these turned out even better than i thought they would, luffy."
"of course they did, you're in them!"
as always, he speaks sweetly and unabashedly, and it feels like the sun directly shining at you, but before you can finish blushing, he pauses, then chuckles as he pores even closer over the prints.
"you know, i thought you'd be upset i left my hat in our picture."
"silly, at this point, i don't think you'd be you without it."
you're still grinning for a moment, then add -
"the pirate king staple, of course."
luffy presses a kiss on your forehead, still grinning widely as he pulls away.
"just like the pirate queen's smile."
this comm has made my entire week and i'm so thankful @/kendymaycry took her time to bring sketched outfits from a year ago to life for my birthday. thank you for being so sweet to me and thanks always to @/marimo_fr on twitter for knowing exactly how to portray us with the sweetest of care!! go comm her if you haven't yet!
EDIT: dividers by @/saradika-graphics!
"what if I've read part of it" if it's a large enough part that you would consider yourself to Have Read It in general contexts, then it counts. if it's not, then it doesn't. only you can be the judge of that, but I'm not giving you a nuance button.
any translations count, but abridged retellings don't
obviously, there are lots of other classical texts out there. you might have read none of these and be an expert on greek tragedy. I'm not judging your classical knowledge so you don't need to tell me all that. I'm just curious about combos of these specific texts and their popularity, bc a post i just saw got me thinking about it
Okay so I still only know Marsh through your writings of him, but I can imagine him being the type that starts to feel a little bit guilty about sex? Like he feels so good and so much pleasure being with you like that perhaps he wonders if he deserves it and also if you're just appeasing him....so he pauses in the middle of it one night, spooned into you, and he's about to ask if you really want him to keep going, but before he can even get a word out, you start grinding back into him and reaching behind to pull his hips into you, and he just has to laugh a little bit at himself for being so ridiculous for believing for a moment that you aren't just a hungry for him as he is you 🤍
KIKI WHAT THE HECK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
god you're exactly right, he spent years believing that he doesn't deserve anything good and also that it would be impossible for me to want him back...so it doesn't feel real to him sometimes when he has me like that 😭 but when the doubts start to creep in, i'm always right there, proving him wrong, proving that i need him the same way he needs me!!!!
The second Laur sees him, she gets tunnel vision, the people and sounds around her fading into background noise. Her legs seem to move on their own, running to him the second his eyes meet hers, his face lighting up in a smile—that smile she’s missed so, so much. She throws her arms around him, giggling and squealing a bit as Chigiri lifts her off the ground. He spins with her before setting her back down. They don’t say anything for a moment or two as he holds her, tighter and longer than he normally would.
“Hey,” she murmurs finally, the word coming out in a soft, trembling exhale.
“Hey,” he answers, just as softly.
Laur’s vaguely aware of eyes on them, maybe some curious teammates or fans. She doesn’t care. Right now, she’s focused on breathing in the familiar scent of grass and sweat and cologne. One she hated being without. She’d worn his hoodies almost religiously some nights when the ache of his absence was particularly heavy, taking what comfort she could from the traces of his cologne. Tears prick at her eyes. Finally, Chigiri pulls back with a huff of laughter, grinning brightly at her. His eyes sweep her figure, taking in her clothes.
“You wore my jersey,” he breathes out. She scoffs softly.
“Course I did.”
Chigiri laughs, bright and warm. His thumbs gently skim along her cheeks, wiping her tears.
“It looks good on you. Did you steal that from my closet?”
“Only for now. ‘Til you make it big and I can buy a nice official one.” Her tone is playful, but she means it, and they both know it. He hugs her again.
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
Laur could say a million things. Could say that of course she’s here. How could she ever be anywhere else? Could point out that she’d never miss the chance to be near him, even if he hadn’t been away for months. She settles for something simple.
“I’m your number one fan, dummy. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
“Number one fan, huh?” He grins at her.
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“Not surprised. I just like the sound of it.”
“Mm. I’m so proud of you, you know.” His hold tightens a bit, hands strong and warm as he pulls her closer.
“Yeah?” Chigiri’s voice is thick with emotion.
“Yeah. You’ve always been amazing, Hyoma. But wow….. you’ve really been working hard since you’ve been away.”
“You can tell?”
“Been watching your games for how many years now?” she reminds him, laughing. “Of course I can tell.” He gives a soft laugh of his own. She has a point.
“You didn’t even know if I’d be playing.”
“I heard Blue Lock. So… I came. Didn’t matter how many other guys there were. I knew you’d make it.” He pulls back and looks at her.
“You sound so sure.” She smiles warmly.
“I am sure. It’s you.”
“I missed you so much,” he murmurs, and Laur sniffs, letting out a soft, watery huff of laughter.
“I know.” Her voice is hushed and achingly fond. “I missed you, too.”
The throaty chuckle he lets out when he stops thrusting from behind and realizes he doesn't have to do anything because of how desperately you're grinding your ass back into him
