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Masterlist and Posting Schedule
January 2026's Posting Schedule. Check out my Carrd.Co for a detailed view of the sheet.
Delight** - A Pebling Fic
Summary: Alfred Debling keeps finding reasons to stay at his new wife’s side. “Simply show me. Lean in. Kiss me. Tug me closer. Call me something that belongs only to you.” A Pebling fic Warnings: Canon divergence. Flirting. Fluff. A little bit of unhinged Alfred. Teasing. Smut. Masturbation. Fingering. Is it exhibitionism if you’re doing it in your drawing room? A little bit of dominant Alfred. Dirty talking. Vaginal sex. Unhinged Alfred has arrived and is here for your pleasure. (More.) This is a Patreon Promo.
First, a sneak peek:
“Though, be sure,” he assured her. “I will never rush you into anything you are not a happy participant in.” Penelope turned to look at him before she looked down, and he could see her rubbing her foot on the floor, as if trying to either hide under the boards or flee. “I…” she began, and stopped, her breath catching just a little. Alfred waited. “I do not dislike our efforts,” she said at last, the words careful, chosen one by one. He raised his eyebrows in response without thinking and winced a little. “I mean—” she faltered again, her blush deepening as she tried to untangle herself. “That is not… I do not…” A small, helpless sound left her, and he truly could not help himself from laughing. Oh, his dear wife. He didn’t stop it when he found himself leaning in to her, his lips eagerly finding hers in a kiss as Penelope still seemed a bit stunned, and her eyes were big when they looked at his. “I should hope so,” he whispered, some of the teasing returning, though gentler now. “I have been approaching the matter with great dedication.” She whimpered, defeated, covering her face with her free hand, as if it would be enough to hide how it had turned perpetually pink. He stayed right in place, reaching for his hand to coax it away. “My dear,” he spoke quietly, brushing his thumb along her wrist. “You are allowed to like what we share.” Penelope pouted at him in that way that made her look both indignant and impossibly soft, her eyes a little bright, her composure still wavering. “There is nothing improper in finding joy with your husband,” he reminded her. “In fact, I should consider it a great success. Proof that my dedication has not been entirely misplaced.”
Fix-Her Upper (12)
Chapter Summary: You host the Bartons to play with Dustin. It's hard to work with Thor all over your mind. WC: 2.2k words Warnings: Modern AU. Fluff. Comfort;
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You tried your hardest to focus on the budgeting sheet open on your laptop, but your brain wasn’t cooperating.
Thor.
You kept thinking about Thor, because apparently he’d taken up permanent residence in your mind — which was bad, because you had a whole house to restore and had to organise your goddamn budget for the month!
“No, you have to toss me like Daddy does!” Nathaniel whined.
You raised your eyes from your laptop on the porch.
Nate had come over to play with Duz — still making the most of the bouncy castle lingering from the party — and since his parents couldn’t bring him, they’d sent his older brother to keep watch.
Poor kid. You’d been made to walk the twins somewhere more times than you remembered.
“Well, then ask Dad to do it,” Cooper shot back, exasperated. “I don’t wanna toss you!”
“But daddy isn’t here!” he protested, stomping his foot.
“We can ask Mister Thor to do it!” Duz piped up, a little breathless as he ran from the bounce castle to his friend.
Im back and in my feelings and sick EVERYDAY 😫
Every racist MAGA/GOP/KKK slippery slope prediction is worthless.
MATT SMITH as DAEMON TARGARYEN
No Dialogue just Facial Expressions
My Prince 🙂↕️🖤
"Scam" you mean people are fighting back against housing discrimination??? I don't think these people know what the word scam means
Scams are designed to trick someone into giving up money based on lies. This is just.. asking for information then legally enforcing the law??
Fuck landlords
If this is real they need to do it again
this might piss some people off but I don’t think some of you actually ever tried to unlearn your hatefulness. you just came out as queer and decided your new targets really truly deserve it this time.
you. you get it.
name day (1)
Summary: A month after the birth of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, Helaena and Jace prepare for a very important ceremony that marks the life of every parent: their children’s nameday. WC: 2.2k words Warnings: Modern AU. Fluff. Family fluff. Babies. Canon divergence. Original valyrian lore.
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Helaena had never attended a naming ceremony in her life.
It wasn’t for lack of wanting. She simply had never had the chance to witness one.
Mother had always tried to raise all of them in the Faith of the Seven. She had baptised Helaena and every single one of her brothers, but in every way that truly mattered, she had spectacularly failed to keep any of them in the Faith.
Aegon had abandoned it entirely, to the point of holding a naming ceremony for himself with a few friends — though Helaena still had no idea who on earth had stood in as his godparents for that. She doubted Daemon and Rhaenyra would go that far.
Aemond, meanwhile, had gone so thoroughly in the other direction that he’d formally asked to be disfellowshipped so he could devote himself fully to the Valyrian gods. And the last time the subject had come up, Daeron had admitted he was more agnostic than anything else.
Helaena just served their gods in her own way. She was having her babies blessed, for fuck’s sake.
She wasn’t as eager as Aegon to make a dramatic production out of every ritual, nor as intense as Aemond with his endless study of every detail, but her beliefs were solid, and her experiences were real enough for her.
Still, now that she was in the middle of preparing for one, she found herself really wishing she had seen a naming ceremony before.
Not for religious study, or social obligation, but because she wanted to know. JaeJae and Hera would have their own ceremony so soon, and she had a role in it now, as their mother. It would all feel far less intimidating if she had at least watched one before it was her turn.
“And this little toesie is for nipping,” Jace teased, pinching JaeJae’s tiny pinkie toe and making ridiculous biting noises.
Their baby boy kicked the air in delight, thrilled even if he still wasn’t quite capable of laughing yet.
He had twelve little toes, six on each foot.
And twelve little fingers too, six on each hand. The extra ones sat neatly in the centre, between where most people would have their middle and ring fingers.
A Perfect Match (47)
C.S.: Sam investigates Crowley's rumours. WC: 2.5k words Warnings: Regency AU. Tension.
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Sam hated every goddamn second of this plan — every step, from arranging the visit to Crowley’s estate to climbing into the carriage that would take him there.
He had never liked Crowley.
Then again, no one did. Sam was fairly certain even Crowley’s own sister despised him. Lady MacLeod barely tolerated being in the same room as her brother, appearing by his side only when necessary for social events. If Sam recalled correctly, this was her first visit in years — a spectacle in itself, with all of London whispering about it. She had only returned to England now to parade her new little Lord of a son, her mourning period for Lord MacLeod having come to an acceptable close.
No one befriended Crowley out of fondness. Acquaintance with him was a matter of survival. If you owed him, you were spared — for a time. It kept you out of his tangled web of rumours, kept him from dangling your secrets like a blade over your head, ready to strike the moment it served him. Charlie endured him for that very reason. She did business with him only to ensure he never spoke a word about her illicit affairs and exclusive parties.
And so, here Sam was, biting the bullet and stepping into the devil’s lair for the sake of the greater good.
Fix-Her Upper (11)
Chapter Summary: At last, you celebrate Dustin's birthday party. Your family meets Thor. WC: 2.9k words Warnings: Modern AU. Fluff. Comfort.
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Your yard was pure chaos, and it hadn’t even hit the official start time yet.
If there’s one thing parents are known for at kids’ parties, it’s punctuality — and wow, did they prove it. You’d barely stepped outside to greet the first arrivals before what felt like half of Dustin’s year had already poured in, each child with at least one equally caffeinated parent in tow.
Dustin himself was still inside, trying to get dressed with Julia’s help.
And you? You were a mess.
And thank God for Thor.
Delight** - A Pebling Fic
Summary: Alfred Debling keeps finding reasons to stay at his new wife’s side. “Simply show me. Lean in. Kiss me. Tug me closer. Call me something that belongs only to you.” A Pebling fic Warnings: Canon divergence. Flirting. Fluff. A little bit of unhinged Alfred. Teasing. Smut. Masturbation. Fingering. Is it exhibitionism if you’re doing it in your drawing room? A little bit of dominant Alfred. Dirty talking. Vaginal sex. Unhinged Alfred has arrived and is here for your pleasure. (More.) This is a Patreon Promo.
First, a sneak peek:
“Though, be sure,” he assured her. “I will never rush you into anything you are not a happy participant in.” Penelope turned to look at him before she looked down, and he could see her rubbing her foot on the floor, as if trying to either hide under the boards or flee. “I…” she began, and stopped, her breath catching just a little. Alfred waited. “I do not dislike our efforts,” she said at last, the words careful, chosen one by one. He raised his eyebrows in response without thinking and winced a little. “I mean—” she faltered again, her blush deepening as she tried to untangle herself. “That is not… I do not…” A small, helpless sound left her, and he truly could not help himself from laughing. Oh, his dear wife. He didn’t stop it when he found himself leaning in to her, his lips eagerly finding hers in a kiss as Penelope still seemed a bit stunned, and her eyes were big when they looked at his. “I should hope so,” he whispered, some of the teasing returning, though gentler now. “I have been approaching the matter with great dedication.” She whimpered, defeated, covering her face with her free hand, as if it would be enough to hide how it had turned perpetually pink. He stayed right in place, reaching for his hand to coax it away. “My dear,” he spoke quietly, brushing his thumb along her wrist. “You are allowed to like what we share.” Penelope pouted at him in that way that made her look both indignant and impossibly soft, her eyes a little bright, her composure still wavering. “There is nothing improper in finding joy with your husband,” he reminded her. “In fact, I should consider it a great success. Proof that my dedication has not been entirely misplaced.”
"Why do you talk so much about being intersex?"
Over 90% of parents of visibly intersex children opt for cosmetic surgery on their infants.
The ones that don't experience medical violence then, likely experience it as a teenager.
I didn't.
I am very rare in that I did not experience medical violence.
Why? Because I learned what intersexuality was as a young age, and I actively fought against what doctors wanted to do to me. All the way down to legal research on what medical care minors can be forced into. I remember walking into that doctor's appointment with the state law written down that proved that if I did not consent they could not do surgery.
That is why intersex activism is important. It saved me and it will save more.
I reblogged this yesterday, but I want to reblog it again. Diabetic ketoacidosis turns your blood acidic and will essentially burn you from the inside out.
The stories you hear of people dying from rationing, this is what happens to their body.
Affordable insulin isn’t just a right, it’s a necessity.
No one should have to die like that when it’s preventable with access to proper medication.
"Affordable" should be the lowest fucking bar. Pharmaceutical companies should be tripping over themselves to offer insulin at "affordable". That shit deserves to be fucking free