I Need To Know Lady In Waiting's Response To Knight Aizawa Being "married" (a Mighty Need)

STEAL YOUR WONDER BACK! (rant)

(i don't think i'm saying anything particularly profound but ik i often need the reminder)

as a young adult trying to build a future (or just a person), it is so easy to get stuck in survival mode and focus on the next thing you have to do, and the thing after that, and the thing after that, ignoring anything that doesn't immediately present itself as useful. in each of my classes (at school,,,,the whole point of which is to learn a bunch of stuff you might not use until years later, if at all) ppl have raised their hands multiple times to ask the prof what the point is, how any of this is useful, or why they individually need to know anything being taught. it's frustrating and sad.

we are here, on this plane of existence, to LEARN!! capitalism will try to make you forget, but you do not exist to make and hoard money, or to scroll endlessly and generate ad revenue for others. money has value, and i'm not suggesting we pretend it doesn't but putting it at the center of literally everything will be the death of us all (i.e. global warming, homelessness, the military-industrial complex,...). money will make your life easier and happier, but so will genuine curiosity. why does this thing work the way it does? who is that thing benefitting? how could it be better? spend an hour or two going down a rabbit hole. find the beauty in everything -- it is there.

the world will never be as it is in this moment: are you collecting souvenirs for when it passes? get a hold of your curiosity, grow it, stretch it, make it your mystery mousekatool. i think that's truly radical (which is a completely diff post of its own). also read a book and take a sociology class.

I like these guys

i'm afraid to live my life, i feel guilty, i feel—shut the fuck up. step 1. shut the fuck up. step 2. shut the fuck up. step 3. focus on your breath. ruminating doesn't do shit. it just makes you feel bad. you're not accomplishing anything, you're not even being introspective, you're not being a 'good person' by telling yourself that you're a bad person; you're just sitting there exacerbating your anxiety. feel the cool air going in and out of your nostrils. feel your neck, arms, legs, shoulders, jaw, and whatever else that is tense. relax that shit or at least release some of the tension, if possible. stop clenching things. remember breath. remember cool air. fix posture. relax shoulders. sit or stand or lay comfortably. remember breath. remember cool air. don't try to avoid the thoughts but, rather, acknowledge them and move on lightly. it's ok if you can't. but remember that they are just there. they are guests who have overstayed their welcome. they are just thoughts. you will be ok. remember breath. remember cool air. you will be ok

PROOF IN CASE YOU NEED IT

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

MALACHITE AND OBI!! How are my beautiful dragon boys doing, Minty? 🎤

When you awake, the room is cold. It's winter here, in the northern country, and snow has piled up by the windows. Without Obi next to you, the piles of blankets doesn't seem to be enough.

By the time you urge yourself up, your feet frigid against the floor, the sun is still down. There's no shine of fire coming from the hall, no candles to illuminate your way, just the shine of the moon against the ice covered land.

Obsidian is in his own room. Things are different here: generations of a family stay under one roof. Obsidian, his brothers, his mother, and soon his brother's children. You've been sectioned off in the guest room, smothered in blankets and furs.

You creek open your door. Down the hallway, doorway cracked, is Obi's room. The house is silent as you tiptoe in, shutting the door behind you with a click.

"My princess," Obi rises from his bed, clearly already awake. His voice rumbles low, but soft. He's completely undressed; no need to when his core temperature runs so hot. You suspect he polished his scales last night; the air smells of the orange oil he prefers to use and his black scales glint in the moonlight.

"My mother would be appalled to see you in my room like this." Despite what he says, Obsidian presses his "My brother as well."

That's another difference. Dragonborn culture is more conservative than you expected. 'Mating' is expected after marriage; you two aren't even supposed to share a room. If his family had any idea what the two of you did on nights on the road...

(Jasper's recreational activities would kill the family.)

Trimmed claws run up your sides, their smooth edges gliding across your silken nightgown. They go up and up, all the way until they run over the curve of your tit, flicking over your pebbled nipple. "They are already scandalized by these."

"It's cold without you in my bed," you whisper. You curve your chest into his touch and he follows your lead, caressing and squeezing and touching your breasts, exploring them for his pleasure and yours. Experience has made him a perfect lover for you, it's only a moment before his touch has you vocalizing, nothing more than an open mouthed hum-

"Shh," Obi whispers. "Quiet, my fawn. Malachite is up to watch the fire."

And yet he's hitching up your dress, gathering it above your tits so it stays in place. You're grabbing at his cock, helping guide it from it's sheath, admiring it's ridged size in your hands. Looping an arm around each leg, Obi picks you up from the ground and presses you back against the door.

"Imagine if they knew-" Together, you guide his cock inside you. No matter how many times you take it, the fit is tight. The tapered end of his cock makes taking it easy at first, but each bump and ridge slides into you and rubs against sensitive areas. "How often you are underneath me."

His strokes are slow. When he moves too quickly, the floor squeaks under foot, so it's all you can do to take every careful thrust. You hang from his horns and nudge your nose into his muzzle, over and over again. It's the way dragonborns kiss, an ode to his kind.

"How often I fill you with my seed." Obi's grasp gets tighter. His scales catch against your sensitive skin as he pulls his hips away from you.. "How terribly I love you."

This time, you kiss him the way humans do. Right on his mouth, licking into his teeth. His lips can't pucker the same way yours do, but he licks up into your mouth anyway, letting you suck on his tongue for a moment.

You continue like this for a while, secretly enjoying each other. By the time you come undone, he's right behind you, spilling deep inside your guts. You hold each other longer, enjoying the warmth trapped between your bodies.

"If they knew," he says wistfully, after a long period of silence. "We would have to get married."

"We would have to," you agree. "Then we've have to settle down, find a home. Have a couple babies with your pretty black scales."

"That's funny." Obi's nose scrunches as he smiles. "Whenever I picture our children, they look just like you."

trick or treat!

Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

Drew the Halloween boop cats

Hiiii!! Hope you’re well! Which of your fics involve a drunk and nasty Nanami? 😔🤲🏾 I’m asking for a friend (I saw your comments under a post abt it 🥺🤲🏾)

So I have the two Ditch the Party fics, where Nanami's dirty talk game geta out of hand when he's drunk, but I'm actually writing a little Drunk and Nasty Nanami right now 🤡 I was inspired.

First I'll do a Sloppydrunk Nanami (what I'm currently doing, and then I'll see where that goes. This one will be a drabbley one, not a huge fic.

Update: As it is...sloppydrunk Kento is here, I've just written it.

BOOP!

-- Haitch xxx