because this is golden

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I GOT MY PHOENIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THESE PICTURES ARE VERY LARGE BECAUSE HE IS SUCH A LARGE BOY!!!

HIS NAME IS GOLDEN RIGGIE, AMON SAIQA NAMED HIM!!! 

I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH!!!!

Thank you to everyone who helped me bird farm, or who even sat down with me and listened to me scream in VC!! It means a lot!!!!

@amonsaiqaxiv

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Dear baby,

These words have been caught in my throat ever since you made yourself known to me. It’s funny, this is the most common, integral part of life, yet you don’t realize how truly magnificent it is until it happens to you– Everything about it is overwhelming.

Your mother is some kind of otherworldly being, I hope you know. I’m convinced of it. I’m in awe of her, everything she does, how brightly she shines. How much love she puts into everything she does. You’ve already got a head start with her carrying you; there’s got to be magic in that womb. Your presence in our lives is already ethereal and this journey has barely begun.

If you’re ready, I’m ready.

-G

anonymous asked:

If you wanted to i'd love to see Gav using his charm and wiles to get the others lads out of trouble somehow, maybe flirting them out of some kind of mess or something?

Michael and Jeremy have been dealing with a particularly unpleasant crew, forced into a fake civility every couple of weeks when they go together to collect shipments or demand payments. It’s the sort of thing Gavin would normally be involved with, at least in the early days of establishing a relationship, but no one really wants him near this one at all; the crew in question is incredibly unstable, more mercenaries in an ever-shifting arrangement than anything like the close-knit loyalty of the FAHC, and their leader is absolutely the worst of them. Some smarmy bastard with a stupid name neither Jeremy nor Michael deign to remember – Taylor or Tristen or Troy – he’s always intentionally rude, stopping just shy of openly mocking the Fake’s with an arrogance that even his own people seem to despise.

It would be so much easier to just kill him and move on but no matter how much Michael and Jeremy argue Geoff won’t have it. Something about relations, how for all Toby(?) is an asshole he’s got enough power, a nasty enough crew, that it’s smarter to just wait them out for now, get whatever they can out of them before it all goes south. Which is easy enough to say when Geoff’s got very little to do with them, but nonetheless Michael and Jeremy suck it up, go to every dealing with clenched teeth and itchy trigger fingers, and life goes on.

After one such meeting, maybe three months after this unwilling relationship began, Michael and Jeremy drive out to meet Gavin for drinks, Jeremy tuning out as Michael rants the whole way to the bar because all he wants is a beer or twelve, wanted to just go to their normal dive but Gavin had insisted on coming out to this fancy yuppie shithole. It’s still full of crooks but mostly the rich, stuck-up variety instead of honest thugs, the kind of place that likely only stocks pretentious brews, but Gavin offered to pay so here they were.

Gavin’s already there when they arrive, leaning carelessly against the bar, all fake flirty smiles and inviting angles as he holds court, surrounded by half a dozen admirers - though two in particular seem to be jockeying for his attention. Thing One had just turned to growl something at Thing Two when Gavin notices his Lads coming through the door, lazy showman grin brightening into something more genuine as he shakes off his fans and flounces over. The group is less than pleased, more than one throwing absolutely filthy looks that have Michael sneering nastily back while Jeremy not-so-innocently flexes beside him, neither making any effort to hide their weapons and quickly sending the one idiot who tried to follow into a hasty retreat. Gavin just laughs, grabs a tray of beers before towing his boys back towards a booth.

That should really be that, except apparently Gavin’s not quite finished with whatever game he’s playing. It’s clear his focus is still on Thing’s One and Two rather than the conversation happening around him; he asks all the right questions, hums sympathetically in all the right places, but nothing gives away Gavin’s drifting interests quite as much as the palpable feeling of having his undivided attention.  Michael asks, Gavin ignores him in favour of throwing an all too familiar smile towards the bar, and Jeremy groans, thunking his head against the table and wishing he’d just gone home.

It’s not genuine interest, there’s nothing honest in the way Gavin’s eyes narrow, nothing sweet in the sharpness of his grin, which is just as well really because Gavin certainly knows how to pick them. Thing One is gorgeous in a poisonous kind of way, tight black clothes and blood red lips only accentuated by the wicked looking scar curving across her cheek. Thing Two isn’t quite so put together but is no less imposing, big and blonde and definitely armed.

They both tracked Gavin’s movement across the room like starving dogs, sneering and snapping at one another as they turn back to their place at the bar where they’d obviously been sitting together before Gavin stuck his big nose between them. Jeremy and Michael toss each other a glance, long suffering but confident; it wouldn’t be pretty but presuming it was two on two they could take them. That’s the grim reality of drinking with Gavin when he’s in one of these moods; there’s no saying there will be a fight, but you’ve always got to be ready for the moment he tires of civilised society and pushes someone into violence just because he can.

And Gavin is definitely in a mood, openly playing the two against each other every time he passes on his way to the bar; brushing against one, flashing her a secret little smile, only to make eyes at the other on his way back, the man half rising from his stool as Gavin laughs and trots back to the booth. When Thing One ducks into the bathroom Gavin steals her seat, leans right into Two’s space and orders them each three shots before slinking off again. When Thing Two walks off to answer his phone Gavin’s back to buy One a drink, something straight and dark and far more impressive than his own neon cocktail.

So goes the rest of the hour; it’s blindingly obvious by now, at least to anyone on the outside, that Gavin is driving headfirst into one hell of a fight with no sign of hitting the breaks. His admirers are getting steadily drunker, louder and nastier with one another as they try to compete, and Gavin just keeps throwing fuel on the fire.

It finally comes to a head when, on yet another bar run, Gavin brushes past them both and zeroes in on a third man who’d just arrived, abandoning coy touches and heated looks for his thickest accent and most charming smile. The three at the bar clearly knew one another, the Things had been friendly enough when greeting the third, but the longer Gavin stands there chattering away the cooler their interactions become, shoulders growing stiff and tight as fists clench and voices rise.

Seemingly oblivious Gavin keeps stirring the pot, whispering something to one, winking at another, brushing off someone’s reaching hand only to skate fingers down the other’s arm, until eventually he tosses his head and stalks off in a huff, triumphant little smirk sneaking across his face as an all-out fight breaks out behind him.

Michael, who’d been growing snippier and snippier all night, is fed up with pandering to Gavin’s nonsense when he and Jeremy actually had to work today. He gets himself going on tirade about just wanting to drink and forget the assholes Geoff has them dealing with, not watch Gavin flutter his eyes at idiots and destroy their friendships for his own sick amusement. Jeremy tries to agree wholeheartedly but Gavin interrupts him with an exaggerated pout that quickly bubbles into laughter as he croons back, as infuriating as ever, aw Bois, don’t I always do right by you?

Timing as spot on as always Michael doesn’t even get to snap a reply before an almighty crash has the three of them spinning around just in time to see Mystery Man #3 tripping over the floored bar stool, turning just far enough in their direction to reveal himself as none other than Todd (Tommy? Theo?). He’s reaching into his jacket in a way that has half the bar twitching towards their own holsters but its already over, Thing Two grabbing at his arms while Thing One ducks in from behind, rapid jerky motion of her arm unmistakable as she makes good use of a knife.

There’s shouting now, people moving in every direction as even the bartenders pull out weapons but Michael and Jeremy just turn back to Gavin, eerily synchronized in their surprise, and Gavin smiles. Climbs to his feet and buttons his jacket as casual as you please, all C’mon lads it’s getting a bit too loud in here innit? Like the bane of their last few months isn’t bleeding out on the floor, like Jeremy isn’t still open mouthed in shock, like Michael isn’t choking back laughter all vicious and brilliant, adoring affection so familiar on his grinning face.

Tomorrow Geoff will get a phone call. Will hear that Travis was taken out in some kind of scuffle, died slow and bloody in a bar just outside the city. He’ll hear that it was an inside job, some escalation of a drunken argument between Travis’ people, that their whole crew is in uproar and already splintering apart, not much of a threat to anyone besides each other. Geoff will know that despite their desire Michael and Jeremy couldn’t have had anything to do with it, death witnessed by far too many to be a frame-up, will know that even Gavin, who’d been sniffing around the deal ever since his precious Lads started complaining, can’t possibly have forced Travis’ crewmates to kill him. And yet, tomorrow Geoff will glare at the three flopped all over his couch, faux surprise at the news doing nothing to hide the way they’re as unapologetically self-satisfied as overgrown cats, and will know with the absolute surety of any harried parent that somehow, in some way, this mess was absolutely their fault.

For now, though, three friends spill laughing out of the bar, hopped up on petty vengeance and unmatched camaraderie, on the sweet victory of their chosen reality; the night is young, the city is theirs, and the Lad’s remain untouchable.

Anatomy (Sneak Peek) NSFW

A/N: Being between these two buds is what I’d wish for if I met a genie. My second and third wishes would be two more rounds. Anyways enjoy.

“And if I do this..” Gabriel begins twisting his fingers as he thrusts them into you, turning his eyes to Gadreel as you arch off of the bed. “And this…” He abruptly jabs at your G-spot, his grace washing over your sex. Clawing at the sheets, you take gasping breaths, choking back a moan as he begins roughly stroking your spot. “I can keep her on the edge,” he says, finally meeting your gaze again. “Are you still with us?” he asks, smirking as he presses a kiss against your clit. 

“Brother, I’d like to try,” Gadreel says, shifting in his place. Gabriel nods, pulling his fingers out of you and raising to his feet. As you begin leaning up, you’re forced back to the bed, your arms pinned above your head.

“No moving, sugar,” he cooes. You nod, sucking in a breath as Gadreel pushes two fingers into you. You can feel his grace pulsing inside of you, caressing your nerves as he slowly twists his fingers around. 

“Is this good?” Gadreel asks, flicking his eyes up to you. You nod, wiggling in your place as he begins pumping his fingers. Without warning, he begins rubbing your G-spot with unforgiving force, his grace intensifying inside of you. You scream through your orgasm, gaining wide eyes from Gadreel. “She seems to have passed her ‘edge’.”

“Yeah, I’d say,” Gabriel says, chuckling.Reluctantly, Gadreel presses his lips over your clit, giving it a gentle lick. You moan his name in a fluttering breath, squeezing your thighs around his head. Chuckling, Gabriel leans over you, kneading your breast as he takes you into a gentle kiss. 

“By the time we’re done with you.” He pauses to bite your lip. “You won’t even remember your name.”

aloeplantt  asked:

hey quick q idk if it's been answered already but have aros & aces historically been a part of the lgbt community? like whats the history? idk im just seein all this ace discourse & idk where to stand. ty!

All right, my answer may be long because I think it is important to make sure we have a nuanced discussion around this. 

The answer to this question is not a clear one. There are instances where asexual and aromantic people have been excluded from the queer community, but there are also instances where they have been included. 

The problem with saying “Aces have always been a part of the queer community” or “Aces have never been a part of the queer community” is that you will be wrong either way. 

Asexual and aromantic people have historically had to face exclusion from the queer community, and they still do today. They have also historically been a part of the queer community (I will always point people to The Golden Orchid because I think it is one of the most clear examples of asexual and aromantic inclusion in the queer community). 

So to have this discussion in a clear and healthy way we need to first divorce ourselves of the idea that the queer community is some monolithic thing. 

We have always had division; and in every place and in every time period the queer community is different. Queer people haven’t generally been able to organize on a global scale, so there is no truth of the queer community that is true everywhere and in every time. 

The internet has given us an advantage in that we can have discussions internationally within the queer community, which has never happened before to the scale it is happening today. Which makes right now a turning point for the queer community. 

The decisions we make today will be recorded in the history books of tomorrow. So it is time for us all to decide what kind of community we want to be. 

Throughout history we have examples of when our community has been exclusive and catered only to a select few identities, and we have examples of the opposite happening. We have examples of people coming together to fight for the rights and the safety of not only people who share their exact struggle but for people who face a whole different set of obstacles. And it is time for us all to decide what type of people we want to be remembered as.

The very word queer is vague which many people now find issue with but I think is a distinct advantage. It does not narrow our community down to a series of labels we care about. 

And if I have learned anything from my ongoing study of queer history, it is that how society has treated different sexual and gender identities has changed throughout time. And to assume that will stop with us seems pretty arrogant.

There have been times when being gay has been accepted in certain societies. But because of these times does that mean that gay people don’t deserve a place in the queer community? Of course not.

I fully believe there have been times when asexual and/or aromantic people have been fully accepted in society at certain points. But now is not that time. So we include them. We fight for them because right now that is what is needed. 

I love the queer community. For all it’s many flaws I have faith in it. One of the reasons I love it is because of how inclusive we have the power to be. 

I cannot make this decision for anyone else. But as someone who studies queer history, I can say that while the past can give us much, it is ultimately the present and the future we must make our decisions for.

  • Remus: *madly cheerful*oh hi sirius, james!
  • Sirius: uhm hello
  • James: hi to you too
  • Remus: this is a beautiful day you know why?
  • *Sirius and James shake their head*
  • Remus: because i'm about to go into my trunk to retrieve a beautiful golden wrap containing the precious substance of the name of "chocolate" that i had carefully kept for a moment of need such as this one
  • *Sirius and James look at each other*
  • Remus: obviously when opening the said trunk i will FIND this golden wrap because NO ONE would ever had taken it-
  • *Sirius and James take off precipitately, flipping tables and sending parchments fly over the entire room running for their life, Remus behind them cursing and shouting "TRAITORS!" "THIEVES" "HOW COULD YOU"*
  • Sun Jing: Hey babe.
  • Qiu Tong: Yea, babe?
  • Sun Jing: I love you, babe.
  • Qiu Tong: OMG babe, I love you, too, babe.
  • Qi Fang: Hey guys, can you shut the fuck up please?