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Wani 40ish she/her 🇨🇦 Currently obsessing over Henry Cavill

[lesbianrey]

every day i get a little madder about the ‘dream job’ narrative… all i want is to have a job that benefits society somewhat, doesn’t abuse me, and lets me live a happy life outside of my job lol. jobs should not be (and arguably can’t be) cosmic destinies and identities

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[grogusmum]

[wetheurban]

And here you are, continuing on, despite how hard it's been lately. Proud of you.

[lokihiddleston]

THE MANDALORIAN AND GROGU (2026)

[masterxdanx]

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 34

True to his word, Napoleon kept them on topic, not so subtly steering the questions back to Samantha and the divorce. They tried goading them at every turn; not just Samantha, but the others as well.

“I want to be very clear, Ms. Rogers.” Samantha said, “They are not the reason why I’m divorcing Jonathan. Jonathan is the reason why I’m divorcing Jonathan. Me meeting them was merely a happy accident in hindsight.” Mike reached over and took her hand, lacing their fingers and she squeezed it briefly, “I am a wolf now. They are my Mates and I am theirs. It is as simple as that.”

“How did you get infected?” Olivia asked.

“It was an accident.” She said.

“Care to elaborate?”

“No.”

“She was attacked.” Mike said, “By...not a Feral, but a wolf that had lost control. I was out for a run, smelled blood, and found her. The wolf was long gone. I picked her up and carried her back to Sy and the others so they could take care of her.”

“And the wolf that attacked her?”

“We never found who did it.” August said, “It was a full moon that night, so younger wolves can lose control. It’s rare, extremely rare, but it happens.” His hand slid over her shoulder and she reached up to touch it.

“Why not take her to a hospital or call emergency services?”

“We’re a couple hours into the mountains so cell service sucks and I didn’t have my phone anyway.” Mike said, “With her injuries, by the time they got to us, it would have all been wasted effort. Either she...died from her injuries, or she pulled through and the infection healed her.”

“Why were you up in the mountains and not at the retreat like you told Pastor Graves?”

“I needed to be alone where no one knew where I was.” She said simply. “I needed the quiet and the solitude. While the retreat is certainly very peaceful, you are anything but alone.” She suddenly took in a quick breath through her nose, her head snapping in the direction of the kitchen. “No. No no no.”

“Sam?” Mike asked, looking at her, seeing how she had gone pale.

“Mrs. Graves?”

“Ah, home sweet home!” Came the exclamation, Jonathan walking out from the kitchen, “Though I would have preferred to come in through the front instead of the patio like a member of the staff.”

“No no no.” Samantha whispered, jumping up from her seat and backing away.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Geralt growled as he and the others moved between them.

“This is my home.” Jonathan said, “Come now, Samantha. Aren't you going to greet your husband?”

“A-August. G-Geralt.” She stammered, her voice small.

“Why don’t we take a break?” Napoleon suggested quickly. “Get her out of here.” Walter was the first to get to her, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her from the room quickly as she hid her face in his neck. Jonathan tried to intercept them, but August moved, blocking him as Walter disappeared up the stairs.

He held her in his lap on the bed, his arms around her as she shook. They both looked to the door as it eased open, but it was just Napoleon and Sy.

“One the media crew invited him.” Napoleon said, closing the door behind them. “Probably hoping Samantha would look guilty or ashamed. Instead they got her looking absolutely terrified just seeing him.”

“Leon?” Samantha asked, her voice still shaky, “Did you know--”

“Absolutely not.” He said, “If I had known they would be expressly inviting him here, I would never have agreed to it.” The door opened slightly, Mike sticking his head in.

“She okay?” He asked and Samantha pulled away from Walter to open her arms for him, Mike going to her and climbing onto the bed and into her embrace. “Are you okay?”

“I will be once he's gone.” She said, nodding into his shoulder.

“Want me to get you some water?” He asked and she nodded again, letting him pull away so he could slide off the bed and leave the room, the door closing behind him.

Mike went down the stairs two at a time, swinging around the banister with a hand around it and into the hall leading to the kitchen. Grabbing one of her water cups from the cabinet, he held it under the ice dispenser in the fridge door and then under the water dispenser, watching it fill.

“Mike, right?” He looked over, seeing Jonathan in the doorway.

“Yep, that's me.” He said, turning his attention back to the dispenser and pulling the cup away before it became too full, screwing on the lid with the straw.

“You're young.”

“We both know you like’em young, but I'm not your type, dude.”

“Are you enjoying fucking my wife?” He asked and it made him freeze, his jaw clenching before he swallowed past the anger rising in his chest.

“Actually, yeah.” He said, looking at him again and there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “She sure is beautiful when she comes, but something tells you’ve never seen that yourself. Let me guess,” He gave him a quick once over, “Two Pump Chump? Sixty Second Assassin? Can't get it up without a little blue pill? Sounds about right.” Color crept up Jonathans’ neck, a vein starting to visibly throb in his temple.

“She always was a whore.” Jonathan said, approaching him slowly, “So it makes sense she would spread her legs for a bunch of beasts. Do you all fuck her as wolves, too? Fight over who gets to mount that bit--” Mike snapped, throwing a punch at him but Jonathan dodged, catching his arm and twisting it behind his back, slamming him face first into the fridge, leaning in to hiss into his ear. “I'm going to get that little bitch back and then I'm going to punish her for letting herself get tainted and fucked by beasts.”

“The hell you will!” Mike spat and Jonathan twisted his arm making him hiss in pain.

“There's nothing you can do to stop--” A force colliding with him had him sprawled out on the kitchen floor, looking up at Samantha standing over him, fingers tight as claws slid out from under her nails and eyes burning, the color sharpening as her wolf pushed to the surface.

“Don't you fucking dare touch him.” She growled, an unnatural roughness to her voice. “Get. The fuck. Out. If you ever come here again, I will send you to your fucking god in pieces.”

“Samantha--”

“Out!” She snapped, lips pulling away from sharp teeth. He scrambled to his feet, face ashen as he fled out of the patio doors, disappearing around the house. It was over in less than a minute and Mike moved quickly when she suddenly collapsed as if her strings had been cut, easing her to the kitchen floor. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, sweetcheeks, I'm okay.” He said, holding her against his chest.

“What the fuck was that?!” He looked over, seeing the others in the kitchen doorway.

“She went Alpha.” He said.

“No fuckin’ shit!” Sy exclaimed, “Pretty damn sure every wolf in a ten mile radius felt that!”

“What happened?” Walter asked, going to them and crouching down, “She suddenly ran from the room without a word.”

“Jonathan. He--” Samantha started, swallowing heavily, “He hurt Mike.”

“I'm okay. It was nothing.” Mike said, “Piece of shit provoked me.”

“I saw him hurting him and I didn't--I don't know what came over me. I just needed to get him away from Mike.”

“You protected me, Sam. You're my Alpha and you protected me.” He said, brushing her hair away from her face and pressing his lips to her forehead. “You protected me.”

“Is everything okay in there?” Came the call from the living room.

“Leon, get rid of them.” August said and he gave a tight nod, moving away and back to the living room.

“Come on sweetheart, let's get you off this floor.” Walter said and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up again in a Princess carry.

“You're carrying me an awful lot today.” She said, weakly attempting humor and he gave a small huff of a laugh.

“If I had my way, your feet would never touch the ground.”

“That sounds awkward and inconvenient."

[catierambles]

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[wa-ni]

Omg I’m so behind!!! Gotta stop, sit down and read!!!

[puschels]

[wa-ni]

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[horsesource]

"You can say that [orangutans] are not dependent on social support and approval, and if you admire this in them, that an orang is irredeemably his own person, 'the most poetic of the apes', researcher Lynn Miles told me once in an unguarded moments. What she had in mind was the difference between orangs and chimps in the way they carry on their discourse with the world.

Chimps are much admired for their tool use and for their problem-solving relationship with things as they find them...the orang is, let us say, not so replete with enterprise. Give an orangutan the hexagonal peg and the several shapes of hole, and then hide behind the two-way mirror and watch how he engages with the problem.

And watch and watch and watch--because he does not engage with the problem. He uses the peg to scratch his back, has a look-see at his right wrist, makes a half-hearted and soon abandoned attempt to use his fur as a macramé project, stares dreamily out the window if there is one and at nothing in particular if not, and the sun begins to set. (The sun will also set if you are observing a chimp, but the chimp is more amusing, so you are less likely to mark the moment in your notes. An orang observer has plenty of time to be a student of the vanities of sunset.)

You watch, and the orang dreams...when casually and as if thinking of something else, the orang slips the hexagonal peg into the hexagonal hole. And continues staring off dreamily."

Vicki Hearne, "The Case of the Disobedient Orangutans"

[magnesiumflare]

Important tags from @sashayed

[philcollinsenjoyer]

about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

[mycatismyfriend]

@skulandcrossbones this might be the greatest tag on a reblog I’ve ever seen.

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 31

August became almost overbearing since she and Napoleon mated, even though he had pushed Napoleon towards admitting what she was to him to begin with. Well...more overbearing than usual. She knew it wasn't jealousy, at least she thought it wasn't, but he was...needier than usual. Stopping her in rooms or pulling her into his to kiss her breathless, his large, strong hands grabbing at her, pulling her against him, almost tearing her clothes from her body in his rush to get her under him. Not that she was complaining, mind you. She never refused him, never rebuked his advances, always met him in his desperation. Clinging to him as he drove her to the peaks of pleasure and over, tangling her fingers with his when he held her hands above her head.

It was...intense.

Her phone chimed at her early one morning, August grumbling behind her, and she reached for it, bringing up the app for the front door camera and seeing a few people she only vaguely recognize on the doorstep. Squinting, she saw the media van from the company Jonathan liked to use in the driveway.

“Why are they here?” She asked.

“Princess?” August asked and looked over her shoulder at her phone, his hand sliding over her stomach. The door chime came through her phone again right before the notification banner appeared on the screen.

Leon: I’ll handle it.

They watched through the security camera in the entryway as Napoleon went down the stairs at a decent speed while buttoning his suit jacket closed and fixing the cuffs, running his fingers through his hair briefly before opening the door.

The smile on his face was pleasant, but controlled, as he looked out at the media team that had taken them by surprise.

“Olivia Rogers, yes? With Dayglow Media?” He already knew the answer, but inwardly delighted in the surprised look he received.

“Um...yes.” She said, “Mister...”

“Napoleon Solo,” He said, extending a hand, “Head of Public and Media Relations for the Pack Council. We’ve never met professionally or personally, but I figured it was only a matter of time.” She hesitated, but reached out to shake his hand. He didn’t fail to notice the way she wiped it against her pant leg when it fell back to her side. “How may I help you this morning, Ms. Rogers?”

“We were hoping to speak with Mrs. Graves.” She said, “Her husband arranged for an interview to assuage the concerns of the congregation. There have been rumors circulating about a possible divorce and the affliction she’s been struck with.”

“I bet he did.” Napoleon said, “However, he failed to notify her of that arrangement so she is, unfortunately, unprepared. Also unavailable. I would be happy to schedule something at a later date, however.”

“I mean, we’re here now, and—”

“As I said, she’s unavailable.” The small smile never left his face.

“Mister...Solo, was it?” She asked and he gave a nod, “Is there a reason why you’re keeping us from talking to her? Among others, there have been rumors that she’s being held captive by multiple wolves. That they evicted the Pastor from his home in order to control her.” His eyes went to the small camera trained on him and his smile widened a touch.

“Ms. Rogers, if you had done your due diligence as reporter, you would found that legally, the house belongs entirely to Samantha—pardon, Mrs. Graves. Jonathan Graves was not unceremoniously booted onto the street with nothing but the clothes on his back; he was given ample opportunity to grab essentials before leaving. Divorces are messy. Or, they can be, and Mrs. Graves had every legal right to ask Pastor Graves to leave the marital home until the divorce was finalized. As it is hers, as I’ve said, and as you would have found...again, had you done your research.” Napoleon said.

“So there is a divorce pending.”

“I am comfortable in telling you: unequivocally, yes. The paperwork has been filed and believe me when I say, there is no hope for reconciliation. She has expressed to me quite plainly that she wants nothing more to do with him or their marriage.”

“And the rumor that she’s being held captive by—”

“A rumor, nothing else, and an unsubstantiated one at that. She’s not “being held captive” by...anyone. She’s well aware that she can leave at any time and go wherever she pleases. Mrs. Graves is exactly where she wants to be and who she wants to be with.”

“It would be better if we could hear this from her.”

“And for the third time, Ms. Rogers, she was not made aware of this appointment beforehand so she is unavailable at this time. Again, I would be more than happy to schedule a formal sit-down at a later date. Please have someone from your scheduling department contact me and we will go over a day and time that would work best for both parties.” He reached into his breast pocket as he spoke, pulling out a slim case and sliding a business card from it, holding it out to her between his fingers. She stared at it a moment before taking it, giving a tight signal to the cameraman who lowered camera with a glower. “Have a wonderful day, Ms. Rogers.” With that, he closed the door in their faces, throwing the lock a little harder than was strictly necessary so they could hear it and it’s tone of finality. Hearing steps behind him, he held up a halting hand until he heard the van pull from the driveway and fade away.

Turning, he pulled Samantha into his arms as she went to him, holding her close and catching how she trembled slightly.

“Thank you for handling that.” She said, looking up at him and he gave her a gentle smile, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Why were they here?”

“Jonathan sent them. After seeding the idea that you’re being held captive.” Napoleon said, “Unsurprising. Dayglow Media is basically a tabloid with a holier-than-thou coat of paint.”

“Maybe I should have talked to them.”

“It’s better this way, trust me.” Napoleon said, “The fact that they were here with no warning was planned, I promise you. Trying to catch us off guard.”

“But we’re not doing anything wrong.” A pause, “Are we?”

“Not in the slightest.” He reassured her, “But they were probably hoping you and the others would be acting like the “demons” they think wolves are and they’d have a better story than “Pastors wife divorces him”.”

“Do you think he’ll come here?” She asked and he saw the flash of fear that passed over her eyes at the thought.

“He may.” Napoleon admitted, “But he won’t be allowed anywhere near you and you will always have at least one of us around if he is here. You’ll never be alone with him.”

“I know.” She said and her eyes closed, deflating in a sigh. “I know. You’ll all protect me. He can’t hurt me.”

“Ever again.” Napoleon said, “Samantha, August shared with me that you were...young when Jonathan married you.” She just nodded. “I did ask, he didn’t give the information unprompted, and I would have asked you, but I didn’t want to pull up any potentially painful memories until I was sure. I had my suspicions.”

“Thank you.” She said, her eyes still closed, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead.

[justalurkr]

Text of tweet:

I saw a post on Reddit that said that “The underlying purpose of AI is to allow wealth to access skill while removing from the skilled the ability to access wealth.” And I don’t think I’ve ever seen AI described so incisively.

[monstersflashlight]

I've never done this before but here I go!!

Male!Vampire x Male!Vampire dating and things very quickly get heated. Both trying to be dominant, getting rough and trying to out-do the other in the bedroom. At first playfully seeing who's the strongest vampire before turning into a full on contest

Sorry if this is too weird 😭

Wrestling

Male!vampire x male!vampire reader || wrestling, rough sex, dirty talk, oral sex, cnc (kinda), cum-play, overstimulation ||tw: blood, violence? (but horny)

It started as a joke. Most things between the two of you started as a joke. A push here, a push there… Just a way to rile the other up or just to mess with each other. It was all fun and games, truly. Until your competitive part showed up to play. Which was not great, having into consideration that your vampire boyfriend was equally competitive. What can happen if two super strong vampires get into a stupid feud to see who can win in a wrestling match? Well… A lot can happen apparently.

The first time it happens is almost by mistake. You hit his arm a bit too strongly, your newfound vampire strength not catching up to your brain yet. He looks at you almost offended, hitting your bicep right back. And just like that you are launching yourself at him and wrestling until you are under him, breathing hard and a bit more than aroused. He bites your neck and takes long gulps of blood while you wet your underwear with a sudden orgasm that catches both of you unprepared.

And it only escalates from there. Every once in a while, one of you gets a bit too harsh with the other and it ends up on the floor. Or the mattress. Or with someone’s face pressed against the glass while the other goes to town on their neck. It’s a bit of a dance between the two of you. A sweaty, bloody dance. One that you get off on. And so does your vampire boyfriend.

And today it’s no different.

You are breathing hard, almost as if your heart was still beating. But that’s not what really concerned you at the moment, because your heartbeat might be slow as dead, but the throbbing in your dick is more than real and getting increasingly uncomfortable while he pinned your head down with his hand and plastered himself against your back.

His equally hard erection is pressing against your backside and you want to arch your back to rub against it, but he overpowered you completely. You can’t move. Which only makes everything even more intense, even more hot. Your face is on the ground, your boyfriend’s fangs are on your neck, and you are three seconds away from coming in your pants like you are nothing but a human. A human.

“Do you surrender?” He asks, the smugness in his tone too much for you. You might be hot for your vampire boyfriend’s show off of power, but you are not going to let him win. Over your dead body. Or dead-er.

“No,” you grunt, pushing back trying to take him to the ground.

It doesn’t work. And your dick throbs painfully under you, where it’s pressed against the hard cool floor. It only gets his erection nudging against the crack of your ass. The cotton of your sweats is rubbing against your asshole. Doing this whole thing without underwear was a blessing and a curse. But right now, with the tip of his too hard dick pressing against your hole through a couple layers of fabric, is probably the most erotic feeling you’ve ever experienced.

“You think you can overpower me? You? A baby vampire? Awww, babe. Don’t be stupid. You can only fight so much.” His free hand maneuvers your body until your hands are between his body and your back, immobilizing you. “You wanted to be so rough with me… I’m going to be rough with you,” his voice has an edge to it that sends sparks of pleasure down your spine.

The sound travels faster than your acknowledgment of him moving. One second you are there, the next your clothes are ripped off your body and there’s two fingers pressing as deep as they can go. Your choked breath and moan are muffled by the way he presses your face harder against the floor. It hurts a little, but it only makes your hole clench. He chuckles, twisting his fingers until he’s rubbing your prostate with vengeance.

“Not so strong now, are you?” He teases, and you can’t answer anything but a moan. “I’m going to fuck you open. I’m going to make you scream my name and beg me to stop.” You are sure he’s going to do exactly that.

His stretching is not nearly enough, but you don’t complain, too eager to get his dick as deep inside of you as possible. It feels like he’s been edging you with each second you’ve been wrestling each other. The moment his dick pushes inside of you, your body melts under him, not fighting against his strength anymore.

He proceeds to fuck you onto the floor, until he’s filling you with so much come it’s overflowing. Your body is so tired you can’t say anything when he lowers his big frame between your legs and presses his cum back inside your stretched hole, holding his cum inside of you. His fangs are sinking in the back of your thigh so fast you let out a yell. You can feel his smile against your skin when he starts drinking.

And then he does it again, filling you up with his dick and breeding you thoroughly. Then pulling out and playing with your hole until you are sobbing with oversensitivity. You come so many times you pass out, much to his amusement.

[soapsmoviesfootballfan]

[puzzled-on-main]

am i allowed to say kill all trillionaires or is that too specific of a threat

[mysharona1987]

[frawkeyes]

Netflix Geralt and Jaskier? 100% gay. It cant be explained otherwise

Game Geralt and Dandelion? 100% platonic but its so much worse.

They have gotten married because they were both drunk, Dandelion just got dumped and Geralt was consoling him. He promised he'd marry Dandelion if he was a girl. So they drunkenly went and got married to prove it. They didnt get it annulled bc if something happened to Geralt, theyd contact Dandelion.

Yennefer: so they won't contact me?

Geralt: I'm pretty sure you have me microchipped anyway

They're the friends who give each other handjobs bc one of them broke his arm. "What did you want me to do Yen, he broke his ARM" This has happened to both of them multiple times.

Dandelion definitely asked Geralt to check his penis bc some girl commented on it. He needed his besties opinion.

Priscilla and Yennefer just accepted their boyfriends were like that. They know its 100% platonic and some weird form of bonding they both require to thrive

Zoltan: no that's not normal male bonding, Dandelion

Dandelion: sounds to me like someone's jealous