I'm more frustrated with my company than anything (even though my 'customers' are sometimes awful, I'm a substitute teacher and some children are nightmares). I moved to the opposite side of my state, and I've been trying to fix my availability in the website so I can teach over here... the button that says "add district" that should let me do that? nah. why the hell would it cooperate?? my other job is bartending at a hall my parents work at, and that's... another nightmare for another time.
I can't find the original post, but the part I'm looking for is specifically "I am one HUNDRED years old" it was a college post that I feel in my soul every time I see a college campus
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the ask box isn’t open yet, im trying to get through a shitload of old requests
war prize!Thor drabble for @verticalfrontalsomething who kindly donated to Mona (more info here). war prize!thor, jotun!loki, vaguely dubcon, captivity, mention of various sex. punishments, rough oral sex, cum play
Thor is being all pouty about having the cuffs and collar back on, the ends fastened to Loki’s travel cot inside the tent, and Loki turns his back, allowing himself an indulgent smile when Thor can’t see him.
He never would have expected that the little blond Aesir would come to have such leeway in his household, but it happened, somehow, over the years. But while he’s allowed to roam free in Loki’s chambers, secured in the heart of Utgard, Loki can’t leave him like that when they are traveling the realm; both because he can’t be sure Thor wouldn’t try to escape and because it would look bad to the lords and soldiers that accompany him.
He’s brought a cup of mulled wine for Thor to mollify him a little and sits on his cot, handing it over.
Thor looks up at him over the rim as he drinks, pointedly not saying thank you.
He hasn’t disciplined Thor in a long time and his cock twitches underneath his tunic when he remembers the many instances he did so, painting his disobedient captive’s ass red or letting him whine and plead with a mixture of roots and herbs smeared over sensitive parts.
“Come here,” Loki says when Thor is done with his wine, mouth stained red, starker than it usually is against his fair skin. Sometimes when Thor sees himself in a mirror, he frowns. When asked, he explained to Loki he didn’t like this demeanor, calling his hair dull and dark and his complexion sallow. Missing the sun, he said. It annoyed Loki back then, for some reason he couldn’t formulate, so he strapped Thor down to the bed and made him scream by dripping hot wax from candles all over him. Thor no longer complained of missing warmth after that.
Thor kneels between Loki’s legs and pushes his tunic up, not waiting for further command and Loki leans back on his hands, content to let Thor nuzzle his way up his thighs before taking Loki’s cock in hand and licking around the tip. He’s slow about it, and thorough, looking up at Loki as the flat of his tongue drags over the head.
“Good boy,” Loki tells him. Thor is a little flushed, whether from the wine or the praise, Loki isn’t quite sure, but enjoys the sight nonetheless. “Suck it. Show me how you like it.”
Thor does, working his tongue all over the length until it’s shiny and wet. Finding more purchase on his knees, Thor spits on the head and then takes it all in his mouth, sliding down, down, down, until his throat is working to open and his nose is brushing against Loki’s belly.
When he pulls back, Loki lets him, but lifts one hand casually to pet the softness of Thor’s hair, reminding himself of Thor’s earlier attitude. It will be easily fixed.
The next time Thor lowers himself, taking Loki’s cock deep into his throat, Loki’s hand tightens in his hair and he holds him there, ignoring his muffled noise of protest. Tilting his hips, Loki fucks into his mouth, staring down in aroused wonder - he will never get over the sight of his cock, blue, purpling with blood, so harsh against Thor’s fragile Aesir skin, disappearing into his red mouth or into his tight ass.
Thor’s hands are gripping Loki’s thighs nearly to the point of hurting. Loki remembers, vaguely, that Thor is supposed to be somewhat strong and could possibly fight him off, but the truth is that Thor never seems to want to.
The thought, coupled with the silky grip of Thor’s throat, sends him over the edge and he grunts as he comes, pulling away just far enough to let his spill splash onto Thor’s tongue rather than down his throat. When he’s finished, he pulls out, Thor carefully sliding his lips over the length and then closing them together once he’s gone. Tapping his wet, softening cock against Thor’s cheek, Loki reminds him.
“Show me.”
Thor does, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out carefully, letting Loki see the puddle of spill he is carefully holding there. “Good. Now swallow.”
Loki watches the bob of Thor’s throat as he obeys. It’s annoys him how his mind is aroused by the sight, but his cock demands at the very least a couple more minutes of rest. He should have Thor hold it longer and only swallow when Loki is ready to go again. There’s a thought.
He smiles faintly and pets Thor’s head before flopping onto his back on the cot.
“Loki...”
So needy. But he supposes it’s worth it. He doesn’t need to look to see Thor is still on his knees, frustrated and stormy as his own hard cock goes neglected. Loki raises his leg off the ground, bending it at the knee and stretching his foot out, vaguely offering his calf to Thor.
“You can rub yourself there.” He smirks at the ceiling of the tent. “Provided you clean it off afterwards.”
especially since the last event ended pretty suddenly, without any in-game warning (at least it did for me), if you message the devs, they'll give you your 40 shards if you didn't have a chance to grab them.
I wanted to put it here too. That I was sayin’ goodbye to my Riku ( @verticalfrontalsomething).
They passed away on November 1st that mornin’ after attendin’ Youma Con’s first day that Halloween. I’ve never cried this damn much. That’s how much they meant to me. They were the first person I flew out to see.
It breaks my heart to think I won’t be able to talk to them or get a random message about the Kingdom Hearts Timeline Theory or just random messages about Riku, Vanitas, or Ansem because they thought of me.
Or when either of us were down, we’d try to lift each other up. Talk to each other about our issues, but most importantly, I would tell them that I loved them because by god there is so much evil in this world and bad that happens... Love is something that we all need.
I believed in them and they didn’t let me down. They finished therapy and had not one but two job offers lined up and had accepted one. So of course, they deserved to go to the con in celebration.
I’m glad they had fun doing what they loved and cosplaying their favorite character on their last day.
My only grief is not flying back there to visit again and talking to them recently due to a near 40 hour work week which I know they wouldn’t fault me for. They knew that I was a busy person, but by god does my heart ache and my eyes still leak.
May you Rest In Peace, one of my closest friends and may we see each other again under the same stars and the same worlds.
As much as I know you hated hearing this phrase, may your heart be your guiding key, my friend.
I just saw you mention it, and I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the Detroit Zoo in general? I was younger when they removed the elephants, but I remember a pretty mixed reaction. otherwise, as far as I can tell with my minimal experience, it's not a bad zoo, especially their polar exhibit.
I have a lot of thoughts about the guy who runs the Detroit zoo, because he’s a piece of work. I’ve never actually been to the facility itself nor do I know very much about it, so I can’t speak to the actual zoo. I just have some major problems with the fact that the dude who runs it like, got caught lying about having a PhD and didn’t get more than a slap on the wrist.
Or the thing where he started the Center for Zoo Animal Welfare - which sounds good at first - except he invited the CEO of HSUS to give the keynote at their first symposium and the CEO of PAWS (the organization trying to get Billy the elephant, whose sanctuary has unchecked tuberculosis) is on the advisory board and half their speakers at some of their panels are entirely animal rights folk.
Also, y’know, how he’s putting the Detroit Zoo’s name on AR petitions that AZA does not support? Like this one, which is PETA and Born Free and GFAS and WWF and IFAW… and the Detroit Zoological Society.
I was looking at the otp quote thing you reblogged, and I got a pretty funny mental image of, like, noctis trying to sneak in the house and either gladio or ignis just sitting in a chair reading, and without looking up, just “great, what did you bring home this time?” and prompto just peeks around the corner
The door to Noct’s apartment opened. Ignis sighed. It was about time Noct made it back. He was two hours late for his curfew. Footsteps shuffled in. Ignis did not look up from his book. “And what kind of trouble did you bring home this time?” he asked.
The footsteps stopped. “I, um...” Noct trailed off.
“Noct? You alright?” called a familiar voice. Another set of footsteps timidly approached.
“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t be here,” Noct admitted. Ignis turned around to see Prompto peeking from the doorway.
Ignis’s voice was half love and half exasperation. “Of course you were.”
