Okay but scariusaquarius writes one of the best leon fics Iβve read, I love them so much π
ID Leon when you get a flavoured chapstick mMMMMM- i've got a cherries' one π like the man can't stop kissing you especially when you reapply throughout your day, Leon just HAS to make out with you
nO TAKE BACKSπ
Leon's favorite flavor was cherry.
He figured that out the first time you had ever changed up your chapstick, grabbing a cherry one instead of your usual that you always bought, and when he had kissed you in the morning after you had applied it, the man couldn't stop licking his lips.
It tasted so sweet; just like the cherry pie his grandmother would make for Thanksgiving when she was still alive. Leon had been craving for another taste since he had departed from you in the halls of the DSO to begin working.
When he saw you again, your smile bright as he approached you, Leon didn't hesitate to kiss you again. His hand cupped your cheek, lips pressed firmly against your soft lips, and he realized with glee that you had repplied the chapstick.
Leon had pulled away, licking his lips all the while as you became shy, pressing a hand against his chest and teasing that the two of you were still at work. Leon couldn't care.
His favorate flavor was cherry, so he wasn't going to refuse himself from such a sweet treat.
Every time Leon passed you by or you had to swing by to drop stuff off for him, Leon would give you such firm kisses, licking his lils before sending you on your way.
When the day was done, the two of you meeting up to travel home, Leon went in for anther cherry kiss before your finger stopped him.
"What is it?"
"If you wanted to use my chapstick, all you had to do was ask."
You were holding up the pink stick, a subtle smile on your lips, and Leon chuckled, pulling you close.
"It doesnt taste as good when I don't get to kiss it off your lips."
"Oh, please. You're such a flirt. Take the chapstick, would you? I bought another stick just for you."
Leon shook his head, taking the stick before kissing you deeply, this time rubbing his tongue against your lip and smirking when you softly sighed against him.
"Hm, I'll keep risking professionalism, but thanks for the offer~"
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About ten, fifteen years ago I wrote a story about a guy living in a Capitalist dystopia. His walls, furniture, and tableware are all covered in smart displays. Basically animated wallpaper. It's sold as being able to turn your room or objects into anything - A nice forest view, outer space, a fantasy realm... but the companies that run this stuff keep sneaking ads in.
It gets so bad he's always being woken up by adverts that offer insomnia cures and better bedding that play when he tries to sleep.
So he buys the ad-free tier, and it's great... for a few months. And then he starts getting adverts from 'premium partners'. So he goes up a level... and the same thing happens.
So he jailbreaks his wallpaper and sends all the ad servers to 0.0.0.0 and voila... he can sleep.
Until this SWAT team blows his door off and drag him off to jail. The Ad companies are suing him for loss of revenue for the products he' notionally have bought if he'd watched their adverts, based on some weird 'The average consumer buys X products with an average value of Y' calculation.
The judge is like 'well I dun wanna annoy the sponsors' so he RICO's this guy's house and possessions and sends him to jail.
... which is a nice relaxed non-volent offender jail for the corporately disenfranchised. But because these people have no money... there's no ads and now he's happy because the only place he's free... is in prison.
Which at the time was a bit much and now it's like: Called it.
Elon's suing companies for not advertising because he's losing revenue. He's also cranking the price of Ad Free Twitter. Disney and Amazon play adverts on their paid service when services used to be free because of the adverts... and now you have to pay to watch the adverts or go up a couple of tiers.
And google's going around freaking out about ad-blockers.
we must be anthro cheetah girls the way iβm going 80 miles an hour and youβre STILL riding my ass
We have been through many wars before, but this war was not like the ones before it. Our lives were turned upside down. We became displaced from one place to another. We are the Anas family, residents of northern Gaza, specifically in the Shujaiya area. In the first week of the war, we fled our home because everyone considered our home to be in a dangerous area. We moved to the Rimal area, specifically in the middle of Gaza. There, we received the news that our home, which contained all our beautiful memories, was bombed. Suddenly, it was gone!!! Just thinking that your home, which you worked hard on and built from scratch and took a lot of your life, was gone in less than a second π! After a while, we left the sands to the Al-Zawaida area because of the heavy shelling. We stayed there for about two weeks, and then the terrorist army asked us to go to Rafah. We actually fled for the fourth time to Rafah and stayed there for two months, some of the most difficult days of our lives, as there was no way or means to live a normal life. ππ After that, because of the invasion of Rafah, we moved to Deir al-Balah. Now, we are in very difficult and oppressive circumstances.
Ayo, to any one who may be tagging me in stuff, messaging me, or trying to leave comments and canβt - Iβm pretty sure Iβve been shadow banned.
IM NOT IGNORING ANYONE I SWEAR! I love interacting with yβall, and this SUCKS. All I can seem to do rn is answer your asks in my inbox and reblog. I sent in a ticket to tumblr support - letβs see if the gods grant me favor lmao.
the only thing on my mind when i watched that scene