listen i get different strokes for different folks and this is just my honest lesbian opinion but how does anyone in their right mind look at this character and think “yes what an attractive man, my sweet baby, ben solo protection squad”
“Richard Ramirez was a strange cat” - Todd Bridges, who played Willis on the tv show “Different Strokes,” was in jail at the time facing trial for attempted Murder after allegedly shooting a drug dealer. Todd said “He used to come by my cell and shake my door really hard. he always tried to freak me out. ‘i’m going to come in and get you,’ he said.” I remember the day he found out he was going to get the Gas Chamber, he came back to our cellblock, and he had this real somber look on his face. ‘Get Ready,’ I said and I puffed my cheeks out real big like I was holding my breath. “How long can you hold your breath? you’re done.”
I continue to hear saying such as “in 2016 I learned…” “in 2026 I decided…”. But what I have realized is that I often don’t let the New Year label my knowledge and experiences into a category of 365 days. What about what I learned this month? What about what I experienced this week? What about what I decided today? Are they less important as smaller, less-substantial actions because they were day to day and not a larger scale? Instead of looking at a whole painting, why not look at one parish stroke. Or maybe a group of strokes or colors mixed together. Without one detail, the whole masterpiece would be incomplete. Don’t let yourself gaze over your artwork because you got caught up in the wide scale of things. Details are vital to this world, you are vital to this world. So next year, when you finish another painting. Take a moment to stop and look at the different brush strokes, and remember how it felt to complete each one.
I was looking at the page for the Different Strokes series and realized how hard it is to tell how the one-shots and drabbles fall chronologically, so to make things easier, I thought I’d lay it out for anyone who actually desires to read things in order.
Technically, Checkpoints would come first seeing as it’s a prequel of sorts, but it’s also in progress, so you may want to save it for last.
Pan’s hand was laying on my leg as he spoke. The lost boys laughed at his words. They were used to our harmless flirting and just laughed at the comments we made.
We would walk past each other looking the others body up and down and smirking in approval. We would make comments about each other hair and that we wanted to see each other in bed or that we would love to take a peek under that piece clothing but we never really went any further than that except from some small touches on the head and arms.
Tonight was different though. He would stroke my upper thigh and whisper in my ear. It’s not like I had a problem with it. It made me actually want more then that harmless flirting.
Felix sat beside Pan as I talked with a lost boy. Pan’s hand travelled to my lower back and slowly slid up my shirt making a chill run down my spine. His hands travelled further and further as I tried to concentrate me on the conversation. I felt Pan’s hand stop at my bra and with one easy movement he unclasped it.
My face turned red as I stood up covering my breast to keep the bra at its place. The boys looked at me in confusement while Pan just looked at me with a grin. “I’ll be right back” I said with a smile on my face cursing Pan inside of my mind.
I was walking towards my tent as I heard a familiar voice speaking behind me. “Having trouble now have we” “Thanks to a certain boy we do.” I turned around seeing the boy in green standing against a tree. “What were you even trying to achieve with that.” “nothing in particular.” He moved away from the tree towards me as his eyes wandered to my arms covering my chest. “I just felt something different today.” “Like what?” He stood before me licking his lips seductively.
“little bit of greed and lust.” “So…” “So I need someone’s help to get rid of it.” “Other word you’re just horny.” “Will you help me if I admit it?” “oh god yes”
he smirked and his lips crashed into mine as he transported us to his tree house. His hands travelled over my body as I pushed him towards the bed. I took of my bra from under my clothes and threw it on the floor followed by my shirt and pants leaving me in my panties.
He laid on the bed eyeing my movements as a bulge started to form in his pants. “Don’t let me wait.” He ordered as he removed his shirt. I walked towards him taking my time as hands grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his hip.
We returned to kissing as his hands groped my breast perfectly earning a soft moan to escape my lips which he used as an opportunity to sneak his tongue inside my mouth.
His thumps moved sync over my breast together with his tongue who was exploring every inch of my mouth. He pinched my nipples earning a small sound of pleasure vibrating trough my mouth. He deepened the kiss as his one hand started to stroke my sides earning whimpers from me as he missed the place where I wanted him.
Our lips parted as he looked me in the eye smirking the entire time. He lowered his head not losing the eye contact and started to leave a trail of kisses from my neck to my breast. The hand on my side moved to the back to support my body as I leaned back to expose all my skin towards him.
His tongue circled around my nipple as he pinched rolled the other one between his fingers. “God damn…” I moaned softly as I felt his smirk against my skin.
Suddenly he stopped as an annoyed groan was heard from the back of my throat. “I don’t do things for free darling.”
I rolled my eyes at him as I stood up to lean my hands on his thigh. “Sounds fair…” I spoke as I pushed his upper body on the bed. I hovered over him as I started to leave butterfly kisses on his chest slowly making my way down to his pants.
Slowly I removed the first layer of clothing as I heard him groan impatient. “Darling speed up.” I heard him say as I moved my body upwards again. “be quiet and just enjoy the service.” I touched the tent in his underpants with my index finger as a growl was heard trough the room. “Don’t tease.”
I removed his last piece of clothing as my hands started to stroke his member up and down while circling my hand a little bit. He arched his back as he tried to sit up only for me to push him down again.
I kept going for a while till I heard his breath turning irregular and stopped. “Why are you doing that!” he yelled in anger sitting up immediately. “I don’t do things for free darling.” I said repeating his own words. “Then why not work on both at the same time.” He pulled me up and tossed me and the bed with my stomach hitting the blankets. Pan pulled my ass up and spread my legs trailing his finger across my panties.
“Look who is dripping wet.” “Shut up you were moaning a while ago Pan.”
I heard him laugh as he placed a kiss on my back only to use his teeth to remove my underwear.
His finger slowly entered my as a moan escaped my lips. “One finger in and you are already full of pleasure.” “Other then you I had some activity these last couple years.” Another finger entered me as he started to curl his fingers upwards making a silent moan fall from my lips.
The third finger went in and he started to move around more hitting with his long fingers my good spot. “oh my god…” I moaned. “You like that?” He said full of mischief as he stopped moving not removing his hand. “What do you want me to say Pan.” I spoke looking at the boy from the corners of my eyes. “Say you want me, say you want me to enter you to make love to you so that you won’t be able to stand tomorrow and that only I can satisfy you.” “Any extra request?” I asked moving my head back towards the pillows. “Beg like you are being drowned in pleasure.” I signed. “move your hands first, it makes it for me easier.”
His hands started to move more roughly as I leaned on my elbows. “God damn Pan! More” I moaned. “Say it.” He spoke. “Pan please I want you inside of me!” I moaned as I heard a chuckle from behind me. “what else?” “Make love to me till I can’t stand anymore!” I groaned. “I need you!” I moaned.
His fingers left my body as I looked at the boy shifting my body to look at him. His fingers were dripping wet as he licked them seductively. “Good girl.”
He spread my legs as he entered with one big trust earning from both of us a loud moan. “God damn what are you tight.” he groaned as my nails dug into the sheets. He kept his trusts at a fast and steady rhythm but it was not enough. “O god Pan harder!” I would moan as he happily listened.
He shifted my body to the side hitting a different kind of spot that made sure to hit my g-spot with every trust. “Damn Pan!” He trusts started to get messy and sloppy as I felt my own high approaching.
With one big trust he and I both released as he moved out of me earning small whimpers from me at the loss of contact.
I was about to close my eyes as he pulled my body up towards his. “I’m not finished yet.” “Pan I have no energy left.” He plunged his finger into my aching core as I let out a painful scream. “S-Stop…” I mumbled as he started to move. Curling his finger to the side and circling his fingers inside of me. “Stop please it hurts!” “Really because it seems like you are enjoying it down there…” My face turned red as a painful moan fell from my lips as I came again. I tried to catch my breath as he entered me again. “GOD DAMN PAN!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
He started to move his hips in a circling movements as I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his back. He nibbled at my ear lobe as he pulled me up so I sat on his lap. My head fell back as he left kisses on my skin. He started to move faster as every trust made a moan fall from my lips. I released as he followed after me after a few more trusts.
He laid me down as he sat up again waving his hand to clean us both up. I did not move, not because I was laying perfectly but I was far too tired. “So?” He asked as he waited for me to move. “Give up, I won’t be able to stand tomorrow just let me sleep here.”
“not going to happen.” “What are you going to bring me back to my tent because my feet can’t carry me.”
He signed in defeat and laid besides me. “If you ever feel horny again please tell me so I can prepare myself…”
Liam is a bit stunned at the ease that
comes with the thought of becoming a father for the second time.
He’s struck with the realisation late one
evening, while he’s in the lounge watching telly with his wife. Sat on the sofa
with Georgia’s feet in his lap, Liam strokes his fingers along the curve of her
ankle with one hand while dragging the nails of his other against the arch of
her foot every once in a while—a tease to garner her attention, the result a little kick to flick
his hand away that makes him chuckle.
“Stop it, Liam,” Gee fusses at him,
squirming, after he’s done it for the fourth or fifth time; he’s lost count.
“You’re going to wake him.”
With this, Liam’s grin widens as his eyes
come to rest upon Carter, who’s curled up and fast asleep against Georgia.
At twenty-one months, Carter seems massive
in Georgia’s grasp, hardly a crumb of the size of what he was at birth. He came
just a minute before midnight that twenty-second night in late June, all six
pounds, eleven ounces of him—Liam remembers it perfectly. He can hardly believe
that in a few short months, his son will be two years old; that after the
months to follow those, there will be more little feet to tickle with his
thick, calloused fingers; that with Georgia, he is embarking on a brand new
adventure as a parent—one that he thinks should be a bit terrifying, given the
circumstances, but he is oddly settled. With the news that came with an
ultrasound, Liam’s been slowly tripping down the familiar trail of nostalgia,
flipping through pages of photo albums that Georgia and his mum have put
together in the time since he and Gee wed.
There’s an album in his lap, in fact—one
of the few he’s been slowly thumbing through over the course of the evening.
He’s yet to open this one, but he does now, and the first photograph on the
first page is a polaroid from the day Carter was born. It’s of Liam in
Georgia’s room in hospital, stood at the foot of her bed with Carter cradled in
(slams hands on table) hoshidan royal fami l y + k i d s
Oh my god I thought I was never going to get this done this took forever. Based off this sketch, but unfortunately I had to cut mikoto and sumeragi because… well, you can see this picture is pretty crowded as is. and they all wear similar colors so it’s really hard to make them distinct from each other. But omg I’m so glad I got this done, I had to do at least one pic of this because I love the family dynamic. Most importantly, it has shiro and kiragi who are always missing from the birthright royal fam fanart and I love them. I need more art of them as a big family because it warms my soul.
other thoughts I had while drawing this:
-spotify randomly opened and started playing different strokes at some pint and it was just like a sign from god to keep going
-”what the fuck is their damage with bows this whole family wears more ribbons than a goddam joann fabric store”