The Person I Reblogged This From Deserves To Be Happy

Cave House | Ortahisar, Nevsehir, Turkey

I'm off tomorrow too so if you need to bounce any ideas off of someone, need advice, or to just chat I'm around! I got you boo. I've been gone too long but I've always got you. And I'm catching up on your fics tomorrow and reblogging the fuck out of them if it helps motivate you at all.

I want to write but brain too sleepy

Don’t assume malice. Assume ignorance. Life is easier, the world is kinder, and you can educate. Actual malice is pretty rare, I find. 

I have two things I'm supposed to hear from tomorrow so fingers, toes, and eyes crossed!!

This was one of the first spicy fics I read in the fandom when I got into the fandom, or at least the first to really stick out to me. I love @prolix-yuy's fics so much, genuinely a huge inspiration and another reason I came out of fanfic retirement. Everything they write is both hot and sweet and I wanna live up to that as a writer.

Possession

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader x Cobb Vanth

Summary: In a city called Mos Pelgo, soon to be named Freetown, a Marshal, a Mandalorian, and a Guild member sit for a drink. They also sit with a question - how to get rid of the adrenaline coursing through their veins, remnants of tearing a krayt dragon in two.

You have some ideas.

Word Count: 8.8k

Warnings: Holy Hell E, 18+ Smut, MINORS DNI, Threesome, descriptions of male and female bodies, PiV sex, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, rimming, cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), don’t be a fool wrap your tool, fingers in mouths, rough sex, everyone’s a switch and everyone is bi, m/m, m/m/f, m/f, The Helmet Comes Off, slight sensory deprivation, a dash of feelings.

Notes: As promised, to celebrate 162 followers (WHAT) and an early April Fool's Day, a piece of absolute smutty smutness. After the throwaway line in Good Company about how hot it would be to watch Mando and Vanth fight over armor, this leapt out of me.

This fic is NOT set in my ongoing I Think of You series. Though the reader character there might have had a dream or two like this…I was a whore for Timothy Oliphant long before I tumbled into Pedro Pascal, and what I wouldn’t give to be in that hunk sandwich.

Posted in its entirety on AO3, heed the warnings! I'm including my Mando taglist but if this isn't your cup of tea scroll along friend!

*drops fic on the ground and runs like it's a live grenade*

The aftermath of S2EP1: The Marshal.

Possession on AO3

Join my Taglist!

Mando Taglist: @mandosmistress, @amban-rifle, @sxoulchvn, @amywritesthings, @amneris21, @frasmotic, @mrsbourbonborn, @kirsteng42, @Guessitwillallworkout, @startrekkingaroundasgard, @ezras-channel-rat, @jay-bel, @songsformonkeys, @iamskyereads, @mswarriorbabe80, @bucketbunny, @justalittleweirdoo, @blub-senpai, @comfortincharacters, @adancedivasmom, @melymigo, @lovesbiggerthanpride, @tortor-mcgee, @datlilwrench, @jay-bel, @phandoz, @geminiwolves, @readsalot73, @shirukitsune

For any of you who are writing ‘across the pond’-here is a little guide I put together of some common differences between British and American English!

It almost seems like non-disabled people have a harder time accepting when a chronically disabled person will never get better - and maybe even deteriorate over time, than the affected person has.

"Aww don't lose hope"

There is no hope to be had? Stop pushing your toxic positivity down my throat when I have come to terms with my situation and am grieving already.

Losing hope is what has given me an ounce of peace of mind. This is what life is now. It's not your grief, it's mine.

My boss, who is tall and thicker than a snicker and looks amazing, is dieting for her wedding next month because she wanted to do it for herself which I applaud but it's so restrictive that one day she told me she was out eating with her fiance and he had ordered a desert (something she couldn't eat part of her diet) and she started to cry until he threw it away and that really upset me. I'm a heavier person who's completely comfortable in my body and I respect other people's choices with what they do with theirs, but if it gets to the point where you're crying and your diet is impacting others' choices then that's not healthy.

I hope people know it's okay to eat what you love in moderation and finding that balance of diet and joy while on whatever journey they're on whether it's weight loss or gain or just trying to love the flesh bag they're navigating the world in.

fatphobia robs the world of all joy and I think the faster people accept that the faster we can like. Improve and progress as a society. I’m saying this extremely seriously. We have got to get past this. Fucking sick of it. People lose their lives and years to this. Whole generations were ruined by these ideas and expectations.