let me revel in it

guys,

can we have ‘classicists against white supremacy’// ‘classicists against patriarchy’ // ‘classicists against eurocentrism’ // patches

because we’re actually at the ground of what the hate groups and right parties are trying to claim as their own and use as a weapon against others - so it’s time to take back that narrative. 

So, I love how everyone is getting all into the eldritch horror visibly fae knowingly magical encounters. The descriptions are SO COOL. 

But I’ve been thinking about how our understandings of the Fair Folk originated not with people who had these super obvious encounters with this visible magic figure. Instead, they come from people attuned to the ways in which this world as it is, is magical and frightening and overwhelming, and decided that eldritch monsters were the most logical and comforting explanation. So, I’ve been thinking a lot about how so many interactions with the fair folx could happen without the student knowing it….how many of these interactions and deals may have happened already. A few true stories: My roommate joined ROTC her freshman year. Four years of university for free, for five years of military service. Don’t tell me that there is just flesh and bone under the glamour of a military uniform, under the medals worn by those who watched her sign her contract. The Fair Folk have always loved games, and to gamble your life in the future of uncertain war is certainly worth $60,000 tuition per year for four years, plus a monthly stipend.  I have a friend whose financial aid is paid by a grant from some folks from New York City. In exchange, once a year she dresses up, takes out her piercings, and goes to dinner with them.

Sit with us, tell us the stories of your studies, sing for us. Oh, you don’t sing anymore? But you sing so lovely. Sing.

At these dinners, she does not let her smile drop.  I worked with a senior who would be Successful. They did everything, could not say no, every opportunity bigger than the last and they could Do It All. Directing a musical with a full orchestra in the biggest theater, performing across town themself in a different show each weekend for months on end, five classes and a thesis. One night, drunk and at 2am, a time were the glamour drops and world blurs into honesty, they said “I am so fucking lonely.” That is a powerful trade: love as fair as can be, a beating heart, community. But they wanted to be able To Do It All and they did.  A few years ago, the school was raising money for the endowment (the school is always raising money for the endowment). They were holding a fundraising dinner, with Big Important People who must be Inspired by Students Like You in order to donate. They gathered together the most talented performers of the whole university. Dancers whose bodies defied physics, pianists who seemed to play with extra hands, singer whose voices rang inhuman. Maybe there is a reason we already had those skills, it’s hard to know. We’ve all made so many sacrifices already to end up at a school where we can get not a single credit for our talents. Maybe something is already taking its due. Still. They gathered us, and planted us through the field to mime silent excitement as the Big Important People entered the tent in a procession. They had us perform for them – but never in the way we do best. Bottle up your talent, make it look like this. Dressed us all head to toe in white. Gave clear instructions.

Hand them this book. Collect these cards. They will write a wish. If they speak to you, just smile. Do not speak back.

They had us wait behind the kitchen.

Whatever you do, do not eat the food.

The university knows how to make a deal. They know what a little Talent and a little Dignity is worth. And we already owe them so much…why not this too?  In the morning I went back to where the tent had been, only to find an empty football field.  —— I feel like I have to add that the last story is literally 100% true. The others I have taken small creative liberties with (mostly the ‘lonely’ one cause I don’t want that person to be identifiable). But this one is hundo percent reality. Nothing I could add about it would make it sound less weird. They set up this crazy huge tent for it and thousands of dollars of lights and projection equipment, and the next morning had taken down the entire thing. They had this whole projection thing that took up a side of the stadium with a video about how great the university is, except I’d never even HEARD OF most of the professors or programs they interviewed or discussed in it (like its a big uni but still). Went to go look them up the next day, but couldn’t remember the names. They had us count a specific number of steps from one section to another. They had us do a weird running pattern on the stadium stairs that was supposed to look cool but I think just opened a portal in to my own personal hell. I still have the white sneakers and sweatshirt they gave us but I legit have not worn them since that night; I’m slightly scared to wear them but somehow can’t throw them out. When the donors walked in to the tent, we literally just stood around the field jumping up and down with excitement (silently) and waving flags (silently) and for the first time I understood Artaudian horror. They had cards at their table that they were supposed to write these messages on, and then we would collect them in these books, and honestly the whole night is pretty hazy but it was weird. The whole thing was directed by Tony Award winner Diane Paulus (I swear to you this is true). Guys I’m low key pretty sure I’ve been to a revel and let me tell you, you are not a participant. You are there, but at best you are quaint entertainment, to be hidden in the corner when you’re not amusing them. You will do what they ask you (tell you). And there will be a part of you sitting on your shoulder saying, are you really doing that? And the answer will be yes, and it won’t be until after you leave that the wave will crash over you, nearly drowning you in the question, as you sputter awake asking, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? 

[x]

Suicide Squad: The Album Starters

Purple Lamborghini.

  • ‘ murder on my mind. ’
  • ‘ it’s time to pray to God. ’
  • ‘ I might make a mistake ’
  • ‘ this is Gotham City. ’
  • ‘ got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’. ’
  • ‘ forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun. ’
  • ‘ don’t be beggin’ for your life ‘cause that’s a lost cause. ’
  • ‘ make up your mind, baby, 'cause the time is here. ’
  • ‘ need a couple gang members for these new endeavors. ’
  • ‘ from this point on anything we do we do together. ’
  • ‘ seven figures, I spend that every other month. ’
  • ‘ every day was life and death, that’s when the cash came. ’

Sucker For Pain.

  • ‘ i torture you. ’
  • ‘ take my hand through the flames. ’
  • ‘ i’m a slave to your games. ’
  • ‘ i wanna chain you up. ’
  • ‘ i wanna tie you down. ’
  • ‘ i’m just a sucker for pain. ’
  • ‘ i got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles. ’
  • ‘ pressure from the man got us all in rebellion? ’
  • ‘ we gon’ go to war, yeah, without failure. ’
  • ‘ love and the loyalty that’s what we stand for. ’
  • ‘ alienated by society. ’
  • ‘ all this pressure give me anxiety. ’
  • ‘ so we put the world on our shoulders. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know me. ’
  • ‘ we’re the ones you trust in. ’
  • ‘ I won’t hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion. ’
  • ‘ devoted to destruction ’
  • ‘ a full dosage of detrimental dysfunction ’
  • ‘ see I’m a fool for pain ’
  • ‘ that’s why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul ’
  • ‘ this is what we wanted from a young age ’

Heathens.

  • ‘ all my friends are heathens. ’
  • ‘ take it slow. ’
  • ‘ wait for them to ask you who you know. ’
  • ‘ please don’t make any sudden moves. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know the half of the abuse. ’
  • ‘ we check the guns at the door. ’
  • ‘ doesn’t mean our brains will change. ’
  • ‘ how’d I get here, sitting next to you? ’
  • ‘ please don’t forget. ’
  • ‘ we don’t deal with outsiders very well. ’
  • ‘ they say newcomers have a certain smell. ’
  • ‘ you have trust issues. ’
  • ‘ they say they can smell your intentions. ’
  • ‘ why’d you come? ’
  • ‘ you knew you should have stayed. ’
  • ‘ I tried to warn you just to stay away. ’
  • ‘ they’re outside ready to bust.’
  • ‘ it looks like you might be one of us.’

Standing in the Rain.

  • ‘ i saw you standing in the rain. ’
  • ‘ you were holding his hand. ’
  • ‘ i’ll never be the same. ’
  • ‘ dressed like a playboy. ’
  • ‘ the money eases everybody’s mind. ’
  • ‘ i should have known when you stole money. ’
  • ‘ slide your panties to the side. ’
  • ‘ i got old money. ’

Gangsta.

  • ‘ i need a gangsta to love me better than all the others do. ’
  • ‘ always forgive me. ’
  • ‘ ride or die with me. ’
  • ‘ i’m fucked up. ’
  • ‘ i’m black and blue. ’
  • ‘ i’m built for it, all the abuse. ’
  • ‘ i got secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want what i can get. ’
  • ‘ i want someone with secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ my freakness is on the loose. ’
  • ‘ running all over you. ’
  • ‘ take me to places that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ you got me hooked up on a feeling ’
  • ‘ i’m barely breathing. ’
  • ‘ don’t let me go. ’

Know Better.

  • ‘ you should know better. ’
  • ‘ i’m a winner. ’
  • ‘ now we’re getting it for real. ’
  • ‘ shoulda left you right there where i met you. ’
  • ‘ i’m a bread winner. ’
  • ‘ no talkin’. ’
  • ‘ we finish it. ’
  • ‘ some say i’m ignorant. ’
  • ‘ maybe i’m different. ’
  • ‘ looked at you like you were special. ’
  • ‘ somebody called a riot? ’
  • ‘ teach them how to trust one another. ’
  • ‘ all we have is us. ’
  • ‘ shit like this is hard to come by. ’

You Don’t Own Me.

  • ‘ you don’t own me. ’
  • ‘ i can always have just what i want. ’
  • ‘ she’s the baddest. ’
  • ‘ i would love to flaunt. ’
  • ‘ take her shopping, you know yves saint laurent? ’
  • ‘ she got her own dough. ’
  • ‘ i’m not just one of your many toys. ’
  • ‘ don’t say i can’t go with other boys. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to do. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to say. ’
  • ‘ when i go out with you don’t put me on display. ’
  • ‘ don’t try to change me in anyway. ’
  • ‘ don’t tie me down cause i’d never stay. ’
  • ‘ i get bored of basic bitches. ’
  • ‘ straight up vicious. ’
  • ‘ i texted her asking her if she’s alone and if she’d send some pictures.. ’
  • ‘ she said no. ’
  • ‘ she said come over and see it for yourself. ’
  • ‘ independent woman. ’
  • ‘ stay up til we see the sun. ’
  • ‘ she does it better than I’ve ever seen it done. ’
  • ‘ that’s when she told me she ain’t never ever gonna be owned. ’

Without Me.

  • ‘ guess who’s back. ’
  • ‘ back again. ’
  • ‘ i’m chopped liver. ’
  • ‘ if you want shady this is what i’ll give ya ’
  • ‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
  • ‘ you waited this long. ’
  • ‘ now stop debating. ’
  • ‘ but it feels so empty without me. ’
  • ‘ I just settled all my lawsuits. ’
  • ‘ fuck you, debbie. ’
  • ‘ now this looks like a job for me. ’
  • ‘ so everybody, just follow me. ’
  • ‘ we need a little controversy. ’
  • ‘ little hellions. ’
  • ‘ feeling rebellious? ’
  • ‘ could start a revolution. ’
  • ‘ so just let me revel and back in the fact that i got everyone kissing my ass. ’
  • ‘ testing, attention please. ’
  • ‘ you sent for me? ’
  • ‘ nobody listens to techno. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults. ’
  • ‘ i’m not the first king of controversy. ’
  • ‘ there’s a concept that works ’
  • ‘ it’ll be so empty without me. ’

Wreak Havoc.

  • ‘ they call me a menace. ’
  • ‘ they say that i’m cursed. ’
  • ‘ something about me is making them jealous ’
  • ‘ so listen and learn. ’
  • ‘ i’m surrounded by cowards. ’
  • ‘ that’s why i got all the power. ’
  • ‘ i’m where you wanna be. ’
  • ‘ all of my enemies made a decision, it’s better to follow me. ’
  • ‘ i make no apologies. ’
  • ‘ all of my sins I would repeat and repeat. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be me til the death of me. ’
  • ‘ i can smell your fear. ’
  • ‘ the only reason that i’m here is to wreak havoc. ’
  • ‘ everybody’s praying that i’ll change, yeah maybe one day but tomorrow i’ll be back at it. ’
  • ‘ bad habits they die hard ’
  • ‘ we live fast we die hard. ’
  • ‘ go against me you’ll die hard. ’
  • ‘ Thrive when I’m beating the man ’
  • ‘ straight outta context. ’
  • ‘ hate that you need me. ’
  • ‘ wanna destroy me but you can’t. ’
  • ‘ and if love is real maybe I’m just too bad to remember how good it feels ’

Medieval Warfare.

  • ‘ i’ve been looking for a diamond. ’
  • ‘ it shines like ice. ’
  • ‘ baby you can have it if you say it nice. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something ugly. something you would never touch yourself. ’
  • ‘ can you kill a man with your hands? ’
  • ‘ are you hot? ’
  • ‘ do you want me? ’
  • ‘ think i don’t understand? ’
  • ‘ i’ve been sleeping with a rifle. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something pretty. something you would never touch yourself. ’

Bohemian Rhapsody.

  • ‘ Is this the real life? ’
  • ‘ Is this just fantasy? ’
  • ‘ no escape from reality. ’
  • ‘ i need no sympathy ’
  • ‘ because i’m easy come, easy go. ’
  • ‘ mama, i just killed a man. ’
  • ‘ put a gun against his head pulled my trigger now he’s dead. ’
  • ‘ now i’ve gone and thrown it all away. ’
  • ‘ didn’t mean to make you cry. ’
  • ‘ if i’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. ’
  • ‘ send shivers down my spine. ’
  • ‘ body’s aching all the time. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want to die. ’
  • ‘ i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all. ’
  • ‘ i see a little silhouetto of a man. ’
  • ‘ thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening.  ’
  • ‘ nobody loves me. ’
  • ‘ he’s just a poor boy from a poor family. ’
  • ‘ so you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? ’
  • ‘ nothing really matters. ’

Slippin’ Into Darkness.

  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when they took my friend away. ’
  • ‘ he loves to drink good whiskey. ’
  • ‘ i talk to my brother. ’
  • ‘ i got a wife and a baby. ’
  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when I heard my mother say. ’
  • ‘ you’ve been slippin’ into darkness. ’
  • ‘ pretty soon you’re gonna pay. ’

Fortunate Son.

  • ‘ some folks are born made to wave the flag. ’
  • ‘ they point the cannon at you. ’
  • ‘ it ain’t me. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no senator’s son. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no fortunate one. ’
  • ‘ some folks are born silver spoon in hard. ’
  • ‘ don’t they help themselves? ’
  • ‘ the house looks like a rummage sale. ’
  • ‘ I ain’t no millionaire’s son. ’
  • ‘ how much should we give? ’

I Started a Joke.

  • ‘ I started a joke. ’
  • ‘ But I didn’t see that the joke was one me. ’
  • ‘ Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me. ’
Son of the Park’s (Part 3)

(Part 4)

By the end of the week, you’ve gotten used to being over to see Ms. Hwang. It was almost starting to feel like visiting a close friend instead of a patient.

Anyways, ever since you’ve received the mini insult from Jinyoung, you both haven’t been running into each other. He was either out for his celebrity duties early or you always came later to miss him. Either way, you didn’t want to encounter him. He was too cruel to deal with.

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Needy Boys pt.3 - 2jae

Genre: smut//over use of the word ‘sunshine’//

word count: 2648

a/n: Haha look who finally finished needy boys?? Ya’ll are lucky that @fightmeyeolie screamed at me until i wrote this.Otherwise who knows how long it would have taken me. So go thank her for being a thirsty hoe.

Masterlist - Pt.1 - Pt.2

Sex. The entire dorm now smelled like sex thanks to the fact that no one seemed capable of controlling themselves today.

Jaebum had thought it was bad enough hearing Mark and Jinyoung going at it in the living room. But then Bambam had gotten home and the last thing he had wanted to hear was Bambam calling Jackson ‘daddy’.

Yet there he was, laying on his bed hard and annoyed using his sheer power of will to not scream.

All he had wanted was to take a nap and enjoy their day off and he didn’t think that was too much to ask for. But clearly he had been wrong.

With a groan Jaebum threw his arm over his eyes, praying that whoever he heard walking down the hall was not about to knock on his door because he really didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Especially if it was one of those damned cock monkeys he had spent the last hour listening to.

He tensed as the walking slowed, then stopped, right in front of his door, followed by silence.

Maybe if he just stayed where he was they would go away. That’s what he was hoping when he heard a whisper, almost not even there but he would know that voice anywhere.

“Hyung.” Youngjae whispered again. “Are you sleeping?”

Leave it to Youngjae to be the only person actually concerned about waking him up.

“Nope.” Jaebum said just loud enough for Youngjae to hear him through the door from their bed.

“Oh.”

Oh? What did he mean by that?

“Are you just going to stand there outside the door Youngjae? Or are you coming in?” Jaebum started to get up but stopped when he heard the doorknob twist.

Youngjae peaked his head through the door before opening it and slipping through, closing it just as quickly as he had opened it.

“Everyone else is sleeping, so I thought you would be too and didn’t want to wake up you.” Youngjae whispered as he stood at the end of the bed.

Jaebum groaned, shifting slightly to make room for Youngjae on the bed. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he felt the bed dip slightly followed by the warmth of Youngjae’s arm against his own.

“Did you have a nice walk with CoCo?” Jaebum lifted his arm so Youngjae could get closer, pressing his chest into Jaebum’s side with his head now resting on his shoulder.

“Mhm. She tried to chase the birds and a nice ahjussi gave her a treat.” Youngjae smiled as he threw his arm over Jaebum’s waist. Perfectly content to be wrapped around the older boy. “What did you and the others do?”

Jaebum groaned at the memory of what had occurred, the memory causing his cock to twitch gently as Youngjae’s fingers tapped against his sides. “You really don’t want to know Jae, trust me.”

Youngjae laughed at the face Jaebum was making. “I’m pretty sure I could guess.”

Jaebum opened one eye to look at Youngjae, surprised by the little smile that was playing on his lips. It was strange how that one simple look could stir butterflies in his stomach, but it managed to do so every time he saw it.

“Come here.” Jaebum slurred the words slightly as he pulled Youngjae on top of him, the younger blushing as Jaebum leaned up to kiss him.

Jaebum smiled at the the little sound Youngjae made when he slid his tongue into his mouth, their lips molding together seamlessly as Youngjae fisted his hands in Jaebum’s shirt.

Jaebum took that as his sign to keep going, his hands slipping under Youngjae’s sweater to run along the smooth skin of his stomach, up his sides and then back down. Finally settling on his waist to keep him still.

Youngjae sighed against Jaebum’s lips, a small whine leaving him when he pulled away to shift himself so that his back was pressed against the headboard.

“You look really handsome hyung.” Youngjae’s face turned red as he leaned forward, his breath fanning out over Jaebum’s mouth just before pressing his lips firmly to the olders, a needy whine filling the room around them as he pressed his chest flush against Jaebum’s.

Jaebum tried to hold back the pleased sound that made it’s way through his body as he wrappd his hands around Youngjae’s waist, a small attempt to stop him from rubbing back and forth his lap, his butt pressed firmly to Jaebum’s crotch. His breath catching at the feeling, just like it had the first time they had done this and every other time after that.

Youngjae had a way of making him feel like he was in high school, experience everything for the first time all over again.

Hyung,” Youngjae pulled back just enough for Jaebum to have access to his throat, his mouth trailing wet kisses along the smooth skin. “Hyung can we?”

Jaebum chuckled at Youngjae’s words, a fire filling him as he reached one hand down to squeeze at his ass. Pride flaring in his chest at the soft moans coming from Youngjae’s mouth.

This was always his favorite part, hearing the sounds he could get Youngjae to make. But it was also the reason they didn’t do this as often as they wanted to, usually having to wait until no one else was home because Youngjae tended to be, well, very vocal.

But after having to lay there and listen to everyone else, Jaebum didn’t care.

“Of course we can precious.” Jaebum mouthed the words into Youngjae’s neck, his teeth nipping lightly at the skin. The whines leaving Youngjae’s mouth only spurring him on further.

Gently, Jaebum rolls his hips up, just enough to tease himself and Youngjae.

Ah!” Youngjae let out a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a plea for more as he tilted his head back. The sound echoed in the room, filling Jaebum with the need to hear more of it.

With a grin Jaebum rolled his hips up again, slightly harder this time, and pulled Youngjae back at the same time. His cock pressing firmly against the softness of Youngjae’s ass.

Youngjae bite his lip in an attempt to hold back the sounds trying to escape his lips as Jaebum repeated the same motion over and over, making it harder for Youngjae to hold back until he finally let out a moan so loud they both stopped. Their hearts pounding in their chests as they headr a door open down the hall and slam closed again.

“Pfft.” Jaebum tried to hold back a laugh at the thought of the others being able to hear them.

“Hyuuuung! It’s not fun-ny!” Youngjae tries to scold him but it comes out in a squeak as Jaebum slides his hand under his shorts, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of Youngjae’s ass just shy of being hard enough to leave a mark.

“It kind of is though.” Jaebum smirked against Youngjae’s neck, his finger teasing the younger’s hole as he shifts in his lap. “I had to listen to them all go at it today. So it’s pretty funny.”

Youngjae let out another moan, this time softer but deeper as Jaebum pressed the tip on his finger in slightly, not enough to hurt, but just enough to make Youngjae whine. His hands going to Jaebum’s hair and pulling slightly as he tried to quiet himself.

“Hyung, don’t tease!” Youngjae whined, shifting back slightly against the teasing finger.

“Hold on sunshine, let me just-” Jaebum leaned over, trying to be careful as to not drop Youngjae, to find the small bottle of lube they kept in between the bed and the side table for instances such as this one. “Got it.” Jaebum gave Youngjae the most breathtaking smile as he held up the small bottle.

“Sit up.” Jaebum pressed his hand to the dip in Youngjae’s back, helping him lift up enough to pull his shorts down past his knees, just enough to free the younger’s hardening cock and plush ass as Youngjae pulled his shirt over his head. Grateful for the cool air surrounding his now too hot body.

Youngjae held his breath as he heard the distinct click of the cap being popped open, his body buzzing with anticipation as Jaebum brought his hand back down to his hole. The coldness of the lube and the pressure of his finger pressing against him making him shudder and let out a whiny breath.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” Jaebum licked at Youngjae’s now exposed collarbones, reveling in the shudders and little sounds he let out as his tongue moved across his skin slowly. Teasing the younger boy until he was rocking back onto his fingers in a steady rhythm.

“Hyung, more. Please. I can take more.” Youngjae whimpered, the sound needy and drawn out as Jaebum pressed in a second finger, scissoring them slowly to help with the stretch.

Youngjae’s breaths were coming out in short pants as Jaebum worked him open, his mouth leaving hickeys just low enough to be covered by a shirt, but high enough that he’d be able to see them if Youngjae moved too quickly.

“Ah! Hyuuuuuu-ng!” The words broke off in a high pitched sound as Jaebum pressed a third finger in, Youngjae’s body tensing and squeezing around him as he worked them faster.

The sounds coming from Youngjae only spurred him on more, his fingers searching for that one spot he knew would get the boy in his lap to scream in pleasure as his own cock strained against his boxers.

Jaeubum curled his fingers up, his mouth sucking a mark right above Youngjae’s collarbones as his fingers finally brushed against Youngjae’s prostate.

The sounds that left Youngjae’s mouth was a mix of a scream and a moan. High and needy and loud. It was exactly the sound Jaebum had been hoping for, a pleased smirk on his face as he lightly bit the skin he had just been sucking on.

“Hyung. Please.” Youngjae mewled, his body rocking back and forth to gain more friction.

Jaebum groaned deep in his throat, his cock throbbing as Youngjae rubbed himself against it. His moans gaining is volume and frequency as the older worked him open with a few more thrusts of his fingers.

“Up.” Jaebum half whispered, his voice catching as he used one hand to steady the boy above him and his other to pull his boxers down just enough to free his erection. His hand spreading what was left of the lube down his length as Youngjae hovered above him. His chest heaving as he breathed heavily, his eyes taking on a blissed out look.

“Ready sunshine?” Jaebum used the hand that was still resting at the bottom of Youngjae’s back to guide him back down. His other hand guiding the swollen tip of his cock to press against Youngjae’s hole.

Hyung-” The word left Youngjae’s mouth in a gasp as Jaebum quickly pushed himself all the way into the younger boy’s clenching heat. Jaebum held back a moan of his own as Youngjae slowly rocked back.

“Come on baby, ride me.” Jaebum grinned, his hands wrapping firmly around Youngjae’s waist to help him slide and up and down his length. New sounds of pleasure escaping him with each movement until Youngjae was biting his lip in an attempt to contain himself.

As Jaebum bounced Youngjae up and down in his lap he used one hand to pull his face down to his by his neck. His lips capturing Youngjae’s in a hungry kiss as he pulled his bottom lip with his teeth. The younger letting out a whine that made Jaebum’s chest tighten with need.

“That’s right, let me hear how good you feel. Tell me how much you like it baby boy.” Jaebum grinned before attaching his lips to the side of Youngjae’s neck, right below his ear, and sucked.

He was pretty sure there was going to be a bruise there later but he didn’t care. The sound that Youngjae made as his hole clenched tightly around Jaebum’s cock, was more than worth it.

Mmmmmm~” Youngjae keened into Jaebum’s chest, his hands searching for something to hold onto and settling for gripping his sides as he bounced up and down fast. The tip of Jaebum’s cock hitting his prostate with each thrust.

“Hyung, feels so goo-ood.” Youngjae had to slow himself to take a deep breath. The feeling of his prostate repeatedly being hit making him squeeze his eyes shut and hold his breath.

“Gonna cum for me hmm?” Jaebum practically growled, his hips thrusting up each time Youngjae slid back down his length. “Gonna cum untouched? Just from my cock inside of you like a good boy. Can you do that for Hyung?”

Youngjae nodded his head, afraid of the sound he would make if he tried to actually answer the older.

“Use your words for me sunshine, wanna know how good I make you feel.” Jaebum grunted, angling his hips up each time Youngjae slid back down his length to push himself as deep as he could get.

“Gonna cum for hyung.” Youngjae panted, a thin layer of sweat covering his bare chest making him shiver slightly. “Feels so good Jaebum-hyung don’t stop please.”

Jaebum smiled, pleased with himself and the never ending stream of moans coming from Youngjae as he continued to thrust up into him, the muscles in his thighs protesting. Jaebum could tell that Youngjae was close by the increasing pitch of his whines and the way his hole clenched and tightened around his cock.

Again, Jaebum attached his mouth to Youngjae’s neck. Sucking a line from the base to just under his ear, hard enough to leave little marks. “Come on sunshine, cum for me. Let me hear you scream my name.” Jaebum smirked, his teeth biting softly at the sensitive spot he had been sucking on previously right below Youngjae’s ear as Youngjae’s whole body tensed.

A scream of ‘Jaebum’ left Youngjae’s mouth as the boy came untouched. His whole body reveling in the feeling of his release as he continued to move up and down in Jaebum’s lap.

Hyung,” Youngjae breathed out his name like a prayer, his voice shot from his continuous moans and whines. “Cum for me Jaebummie, wanna feel you. Please please.”

Jaebum gripped Youngjae’s hips tighter in his hands, fingers pressing hard enough that he knew there would be light finger shaped bruises left behind for days, and Youngjae tightened around him. It only took a few more thrusts and the sound of Youngjae panting against Jaebum’s neck for him to reach his release. Hot spurts of cum  releasing into Youngjae as Jaebum held his breath.

Heavy breathing filled the space around them as the two boys attempted to catch their breath. Youngjae’s body sagging slightly in Jaebum’s hold as he leaned himself against the headboard

“Hyung, we’re all sweaty and gross. We should shower.” Youngjae began to move away but was stopped by an arm around his waist, pulling him back to rest his head against Jaebum’s shoulder.

“Sleep now, shower later.” Jaebum’s words came out as more of a mumble than a sentence, his eyelids closing as Youngjae laughed softly, curling himself in closer as Jaebum carefully moved them so they were actually laying down instead of sitting up.

“Mm’kay.” Youngjae yawned, his arm moving to wrap around Jaebum’s shoulders so he could close the little bit of space left between them. If anyone saw them they would mistake Youngjae for a koala and Jaebum for a tree with the way the younger had managed to wrap himself around Jaebum.

It was like this that the two fell asleep, oblivious to the other members standing in the hallway with looks of shock on their faces. 

Expanding on this headcanon

Warning: Season 2 Spoilers

     Compartmentalizing. 

If there was anything the Garrison taught him, it was the importance of compartmentalizing. Objectives in one box, feelings in another. A good leader knew how to separate the two, occasionally using one to inform the other. 

  The past year had mostly been about two boxes: Suffering and Survival. 

Ignore one, focus on the other.

      Then, suddenly, there were more boxes. A lot more.

Past. Present. Future. Voltron. 

    Reality. Hallucination. 

  The mission. The others’ health and safety.

                (More elusively, his own.)

Still- he handled it. Everything in its place. Except—

         What box does taking her hand in the middle of the night fit into?

The voice in the back of his head laughed at him. His face flushed as he laid in bed, arguing with himself. 

  She’s important to the team. Her well-being is important to the team.

           Her well-being is important to you. She’s important to you.

  Okay, she’s important to me. But I’m compartmentalizing. Shiro cares about her-

          —Takashi cares for her.

   .  .  . 

       Because you understand her. And more importantly, she understands you.          Because there’s no box she doesn’t belong in.
            Because no amount of patience or focus can really separate-

Compartmentalizing. Professionalism.

He was careful. There were boundaries, boxes. 

       “Princess.”

A formal title, a sign of respect. A reminder to himself of who, and where, they were. A careful calculation of exactly how close he could allow himself to get. 

Until—

           Until his mind is racing a mile a minute. Sweat drips down his brow but he doesn’t feel it. He and his lion are one; most of the communication between him and the Paladins, the lives that rely on him, is unspoken. His mind is sharp with unbroken focus until—

                  Until a blinding white light cuts through sky. It hits its target, driven by the fierce energy of the Princess. But then, it splits into two beams. There’s nothing he can do but watch as it betrays its source, slicing through space. It’s his fault. The Castle is caught defenseless in its wake. It’s his fault. A sharp cry echoes over the intercom. It’s his fault- no amount of careful calculation can stop his chest from constricting; the boundaries begin to break down; every wall, every fortification, all built around that title, collapse from the wrenching sonic power of that scream and something comes from his gut—

                                   “-Allura!”

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“This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”

Based on the prompt: 38. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?from this post.


At first, she thinks she’s left the TV on in the living room. It wouldn’t be the first. It mostly happens when she’s too tired or too lost in her thoughts before going to bed. But the noise is solid, like a humming; so it is quite possible that maybe the fridge is living his own life again. That wouldn’t be a first either. Perceval is not exactly new.

But no. She can also hear pans clapping together so it has to be the TV. See, ever since they are on good terms with her neighbour, Food Network is her favourite. He suggested it, which she dismissed at first, but well… She refused because he made a stupid comment once when her smoke detector went off and the firemen vacated the building. But, it’s been months. It’s history.

Frankly, Food Network is her go-to channel before going to bed. Or when she has a particularly bad day. Watching how the star chef of the month is turning a few raw ingredients into something delicious is just… relaxing. As an upside, her cooking skills (and affinity to cook) has significantly improved. Months later, she willingly invites “the” neighbour and her friends for the themed dinner parties she regularly hosts.

But then she hears a curse word and a loud bang, and the noise shakes her out of her reverie, prompting her to jump out of bed. She grabs for her trusted baseball bat from under a pile of clothes. It’s made of hardwood, with a soft baby blue tape grip. The baseball bat is a leftover from the times Raven had dated a guy (then dumped within a week) for being generally too controlling. So she knows well how to intimidate; technically she also knows how to swing it.

She tiptoes to the door, her fingers curling around the knob and slowly, very slowly she slips out to the living room.

He’s standing there in a pair of slacks and a white top which is showing off way too much arms. Nothing she hasn’t seen before, but it had been a hot summer night a month ago when they hosted a barbeque for a small circle of friends. So. So – she is not complaining but the view of him is so domestic that she has to pinch herself to make sure it’s not just a dream.

“Bellamy?” her voice is a little raspy with sleep still and there is a quasi-intruder in her apartment whom she was prepared to kick in the nuts first and ask questions later.

“Oh shit,” he mumbles, visibly deflating a bit. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”

She can’t help the smile that stretches across her face, or her teeth biting on her bottom lip.

So when she gave Bellamy, her super built and super hot and super adorable neighbour a spare key, - after they’d been over the initial rocky phase of their relationship - she didn’t know that he would keep said key on his keychain twenty-four seven. (Or that he’d do late surprise visits to her apartment.)

Okay, their apartments are right next to each other. Same sturdy, dark oak door and doorframe gracing the entrance. They even own identical white kitchen furniture. (Which is completely by accident.)

It’s no wonder he didn’t recognise that he had entered the wrong apartment.

He’s a frequent guest in her kitchen during the daylight - being the better cook and a great person/friend to spend time with. And if she dreams of snuggling into him, who can blame her?

The view of him, in her apartment, is really not that unusual lately. And seeing him dressed like that, standing at the stove, in the middle of the night, is - quite honestly - rather comforting.

She sighs.

Maybe she should think about the reasons behind this feeling, but it’s not the right time for groundbreaking revelations.

“Shit Clarke, just … Just let me clean this up and I’m out.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” she says as she walks closer to him. Since she’s already up, she can keep him company. It’s only polite. “You need nutrition. And by that I mean proper food.” She opens the cupboard for a bowl. “Since I am already up, and a great host, I can help you.”

He ducks his head bashfully, but not before she can catch a small smile blooming on his face as turns his attention back to the eggs he’s already lined up on the countertop.

She hands him a small bowl and a fork.

Truth is, he’s reorganised her pans and plates and kitchen supplies the way he thinks is the most practical for cooking. At the time, she made a fuss about it because it’s her kitchen and in her kitchen her rules should apply, but. In reality, she really doesn’t mind. Raven thinks it’s a sign.

Mark my words, Griffin, you are gonna marry this guy, she had said.

At the time she had thought it had been just a passing joke, because – well, Raven is always like that. She teases. She wanted to marry her to her ex, and see how that turned out.

But months later, and her teasing remarks hasn’t ebbed but intensified.

Promise me, Griffin, you are going to kiss him, she said just yesterday, planting her hands on Clarke’s shoulders with a firm grip.

She hasn’t kissed him, not yet, but he hasn’t tried to kiss her either; despite that she feels that he might. Maybe not tonight, but someday he might.

Enough.

She clears her throat.

“You’re overworking yourself,” she adds. “You finished later tonight than you normally do on Wednesdays.”

He makes a funny face, one that she adores, but maybe it’s just her imagination. It is late and she’s not completely sobered up from sleep yet.


They chat as he cooks and it’s well after 2 am when they finish cleaning the dishes and he’s ready to leave.

Sadly, he put on his t-shirt sometime between switching the stove off and piling his omelette on a plate. It’s an odd thing to remember but again, she’s not going to analyse it right now.

He turns to look at her standing in the doorway, keys dangling in one hand, and the shy smile he gives her causes her heart to swell a little more.

“Thanks for not kicking me out, Clarke.”

Bellamy looking at her like that reminds her how much she actually likes him. Stupid amounts.

“See you on Friday, Bell,” she says, lips curling into a smile.

He kisses her temple before he leaves and the feel of his lips is just enough to make her dreams sweet.


A/N: Thanks for reading!

Revelations
  • After Xander and Ryoma declare Corrin a traitor
  • Corrin: *eye twitch* I'm ready to jump into the void
God puts a fence around Godself,
because the Lord is an all-consuming fire.
God says to Moses, “I will make all my goodness pass before you, but you cannot see my face, for none can see my face and live.”
(This is what God replies when Moses says, “Show me your glory.”)
Moses will see all of God’s goodness, but not God’s face.
When God passes by, Moses is quarantined in a rock,
like God is a plague that could seep into Moses’ veins,
destroying him from the inside out.
As if the Lord really is an all-consuming fire. 
But then, it sounds like Moses is speaking to God face-to-face, staring into the eyes of the universe, the divine.
And Moses descends the mountain and his brother and all the people see his face, and they act as if they’re the ones who will be burnt. 
They move away from him,
like God wanted Moses to move away, to be safe.
And Moses’ face shines.
–like fire? Like the sun? Like beams of starlight?
(He has to put a veil over his face because the people’s fear is so great. Why are they afraid? Why do they not want to see?)
They are so unnerved to see the face of someone who has seen God. As if they could be consumed in secondhand flames.
They avert their gaze; I don’t think I could look away.
If Moses is burned because of his desire to look at God,
then I would be consumed.
My skin would turn pink
–then red
–then to ash,
and still I would not be satisfied.
I would take one look at Moses and run up the mountain 
–up to God
–straight into the flames.
If none can look at God and live,
if to look at God is to enter the flames,
then let me be burnt.
Let me be enveloped by the flames of God.
Adonai–my Lord, my Lord, I say:
Show me your glory.
Let me revel in all of you.
—  thinking about exodus 33-34

RESONANCE OF FATE sentence starters. 

  • “Hey, save some for me!”
  • “This can’t be good.”
  • “Hell just got a little more crowded.”
  • “Simple, but nice.”
  • “Finally mastered the art of brute force, eh?”
  • “Another one bites the dust.”
  • “You’re hard to miss.”
  • “I don’t wanna hear it.”
  • “I’ve never considered alcohol a drug.”
  • “Well, at least you have taste.”
  • “I don’t question the motives of my betters.”
  • “What’s going on? What do you think you’re doing?”
  • “Have you lost it?!”
  • “Too late for regrets.” 
  • “Well, isn’t this a surprise. What’s it been, one? Two years?”
  • “What brings you by? You here on business?”
  • “We have much to discuss, you and I.”
  • “Do you remember me?”
  • “There’s a _____ nearby. Meet me there and we’ll talk. Just the two of us.”
  • “It sickens me to even look at you!”
  • “Their blood is on your hands!”
  • “Kill me now while you have the chance. The next time we meet we’ll be enemies.”
  • “Maybe we can come to an arrangement. If it’s money you want, name your price!”
  • “What’s a miracle anyway? Would you know one if you saw it? And suppose you did. Would that make you happy?!”
  • “You may be a _____, but it won’t save you. You’ll die screaming!”
  • “Don’t move a muscle.”
  • “You want some of this?”
  • “How could you do that to me!”
  • “Please, don’t keep anything else from me.”
  • “How much he/she paying you?”
  • “You idiot! You wanted to die, didn’t you?!”
  • “You didn’t forget, did you?”
  • “Why don’t you hate me? You think you’re some kind of saint?!”
  • “You may not want to kill me, but that won’t stop me from killing you!”
  • “Forgive me. This was not your fight.”
  • “You would have it a whole lot easier if it wasn’t for me.”
  • “You come all this way to pat me on the back?”
  • “Dangerous place for a lady to be walking all by herself.”
  • “Do you know what I see, _____? I see a man clinging blindly to duty because he has nothing else.”
  • “Keep this up and we shouldn’t have any problems.”
  • “Not bad! Next time I’ll show you one trick or two.”
  • “It’s been far too long, old friend.”
  • “Not whom I was expecting, but you’re welcome nonetheless.”
  • “Aren’t you the silver tongue.”
  • “I see right through you.”
  • “Hold that thought.”
  • “Guess we got careless.”
  • “You think this is funny?”
  • “Go on. I don’t want any trouble.”
  • “Was that really necessary?”
  • “You can’t tell me this doesn’t scare you.”
  • “You’re making a formal offer?”
  • “So, you’ve chased me all this way?”
  • “I thought I might find you here.”
  • “I can’t take any more!”
  • “You missed on purpose!”
  • “You’re the witness. What do you make of it?”
  • “Will you knock it off?!”
  • “Always an honor to be asked for by name.”
  • “This is hardly the time for trash talk, pal.”
  • “You do know what you’re doing, right?”
  • “You’re nothing but a bad joke.”
  • “What’s getting killed in a rage-fueled frenzy going to accomplish?”
  • “We’re not so unalike, you and I.”
  • “Trying to find some new playmates.”
  • “Surrender now, make this easy.”
  • “All right, you ready? Time for us to hit the road.”
  • “You’re serious?”
  • “You can’t accept that it was time that changed me?”
  • “Things are fine the way they are. As am I.”
  • “Who do you think you’re messing with?”
  • “I’m working here.”
  • “I see you.”
  • “Care to explain?”
  • “Your only way past is through me.”
  • “Time’s a-wasting.”
  • “Get out of the way!”
  • “Care to hire a hunter?”
  • “You ask too much.”
  • “Game over.”
  • “I like it when it gets messy.”
  • “Hey, hold it!”
  • “Moron! Are you ever gonna grow up?”
  • “Toying with you should be more fun.”
  • “Quit wasting my time.”
  • “Don’t worry, I got your back.”
  • “You gotta be kidding!”
  • “I still got some fight in me.”
  • “I thought you were the bad guy.”
  • “Look who’s talking.”
  • “Would you look at what the cat dragged in.”
  • “I can read your every move.”
  • “It doesn’t get any more real than that.”
  • “You picked a fight with the wrong girl.”
  • “I’ll admit, you got some moves on you.”
  • “I think that qualifies as mad skills.”
  • “Let me be perfectly clear this once: we’re evil men who revel in our vainglory.”
  • “No need for worry when you’re with me, sweetcakes.”
  • “If that was wrong, I don’t wanna be right.”
  • “One of these days, you need to look before you leap. Think things through for once.”
  • “Not bad for a job, but personally I could use a little more thrill.”
  • “Oh come on, that’s not how it goes.”
  • “Sorry, looks like you still have some catching up to do.”
  • “What’s gotten into me?”
  • “I can’t go on like this.”
  • “I’m not laughing.”
  • “Is that a smile?”
  • “Let’s keep moving.”
  • “After you.”
  • “C’mon, get your ass up here.”
  • “Not really a fair fight, was it?”
  • “You think I care?”
  • “Been seeing more than our share of monster attacks lately.”
  • “No shame going for low hanging fruit.”
  • “If you’re gonna point a gun at someone, make sure you know who you’re dealing with.”
  • “We still have some unfinished business.”
  • “Sorry. I’ll pay attention, I promise.”
  • “Don’t try that at home, _____. I don’t think we could pull it off.”
  • “No points for brains, but whatever works for you.”
  • “They even left me wanting more.”
  • “That wasn’t even close, you’re making me look bad!”
  • “Care to dance?”
  • “Once I decide to kill someone, they get killed.”
  • “Can’t say this will be a happy ending.”
  • “My fallen enemies and forgotten lovers outnumber the stars in the sky.”
  • “Two shots to the head, it’s the only way to be sure.”
  • “Don’t feel sorry for them. They asked for it.”
  • “Still holding a grudge, _______?”
  • “Get while the getting’s good.”
  • “Hardly feels like work when you enjoy it so much.”
  • “Watch where you point that thing.”
  • “If you can hold your own, I can use you.”
  • “I know you wouldn’t go unless I asked you to.”
  • “Still want more?”

anonymous asked:

Totally love your blogggg *scream at every drarry conversation* this is just sooo adorable oh and by the way u do have any top!draco fics recs?

Thank you, you’re so sweet! And of course :) These are my favorite top!Draco fics. I often don’t pay a lot of attention to top/bottom dynamics, and many fics I like have switching, but these stand out because they’re- well, they’re smoking hot (and mostly pwp). So enjoy! 


Unhook the Stars (jad, 72k): Draco’s a professional Dom and Harry hires him. It’s one of my all-time favorite fics, and it’s so fucking delicious and dirty and darkly funny that it makes me smile whenever I think about it. 

Endowment (dictacontrion, 11k): Absolute perfection. It takes foreplay and elevates it to an art form, as Draco spends most of it preparing Harry for his huge cock (hung!Draco is a wonderful and woefully underrepresented trope) 

Potter’s Parselprostate (and the Chamber of Secrets) (dictacontrion, 17.5k): Draco has to fuck Harry to unlock his Parseltongue abilities and get the map to the Chamber of Secrets. He’s such a giver.

Another Mask Behind You (lettered, 117k): Draco’s working as a prostitute and Harry unknowingly hires him (Draco came up with a potion that slightly alters his appearance). There’s some switching, but it’s predominantly (incredibly hot) top!Draco

Five Ways Draco Malfoy Tops (lettered, 3k): A gorgeously written fic that explores the myriad interpretations of “topping.”

Let Me See You Stripped (Down to the Bone) (traintracks, 24k): Harry & Draco are strippers who are paired up to dance together. 

It’s the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) (lumosed_quill, 14k): Harry and Draco are Auror partners and find that the adrenaline rush of their missions translates quite nicely into other domains.

Touch Me Fall (lumosed_quill, 23k): Harry hires Draco to try to get him out of his system. It works about as well as you’d expect.

Rough Magic (birdsofshore, 28k): Draco’s magic is going wild, and Harry finds himself unable to resist getting swept up in its feral, primal energy.

Aural Gratification (birdsofshore, 11k): Harry’s listening to the wizarding equivalent of books on tape, and he finds himself getting all hot and bothered by the narrator’s voice. Wonder who it could be?

Punishment (dysonrules, 15.5k): Harry loses a wager in a Quidditch game and has to allow Draco to spank him. Has to? Let me rephrase. Harry revels in it as Draco spanks him.

Paratrooping (aka Bangin for Roof) (gracerene, 3k): Harry needs a place to stay, so he decides to fuck Draco so he can stay at his flat (also because he really likes Draco, of course)

Let’s Go Outside (cryptonym, 24k): Harry and Draco are both super into fucking in public. Cue exhibitionistic adventures.

Preparation & Blush (closet_bound, 7.5k): Draco tells (then shows) Harry exactly how awesome gay sex can be.

Symbiosis (fireflavored, 20k): An eighth year fic in which Draco asks Harry to help protect him from bullies in exchange for tutoring in Potions (and other areas).

Fast Forward, Two Steps Back (Emmagrant01, 36k): Draco supposedly died in Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirements, but really he was brought eleven years into the future. Cue angsty professor Potter and snarky, sexy Draco. 


And if you’re so inclined, here are my favorite bottom!Draco fics