#...and the rest is history

[eraserbread]

what abt pre-relationship nanami confessing he likes reader 😋 he’s so nervous abt it too

check out more of my wife guy!nanami ✧

→ f!reader, drinking, smoking, fluff, sfw

"okayyyy, be safe! love you!" you're sticking your head through the backseat window of a taxi, wishing your closest friend off from your night out.

you're drunk, insanely so, with a cigarette in your hand. you're watching the city pass you by in streaky headlights and motion-blur, chewing the inside of your cheek when you turn back to nanami waiting in front of the bar.

he's keeping his distance a little too well, watching you from the shadows with his long hair pushed back. in the middle of spring, he's wearing a black turtleneck, lanky arms crossed over his chest as he waits.

you're lumbering over to him with the biggest smile on your face, just happy to have him alone after all this time. nanami's notoriously quiet and standoffish, even with alcohol coursing thick in his veins. it only makes his lips looser—he talks more.

"you should put that out," he mentions, eyes not even looking at you.

you pause, drunken mind doing backflips. then, it dawns on you that you're carrying a cigarette you hardly smoked—packed with ash. it falls at your feet.

"I worry when you let yourself get hooked in peer pressure."

"huh? ah, come awnnn, it's just a smoke."

"and in twenty years when your voice dips and your lungs burn, will it just be a smoke, then?" now he's looking at you, pretty eyes shadowed in the night. bodies walk between you as you converse loosely. "sorry, I just worry."

"you're so cute." your steps are uncoordinated, but they know they want you at nanami's side. so, you're stumbling there, breathing out a ripe breath when you fall against the cool brick wall. "worryin' about me and such. it's sweet."

nanami catches himself blushing and turns his face away so quick, hand flying to cover the bite of his lip. being drunk like this at your side isn't unfamiliar, but being so close is. you're so close, and he likes you so much, but he didn't want to say it...

"yeah, you think you're so mysterious and quiet—big and tall, but really you're just a blushy boy," you giggle, reaching to yank his hand from his face. "lemme see, stop hiding."

"you're drunk." he's sure of himself, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"and you have a crush. just admit it." even in your daze, you remember everything. you notice everything. nanami is quiet, but he's not vague. he'll eye you from across the room, sawing his bottom lip. sometimes he'll message you about something stupid he could've asked your mutual friend, all to get a little more of your attention.

but that's as far as it ever went. now you're standing so close, liquor-tinged breath melting into each other. you smile, he finally turns to look at you, sweet, young face beet red.

"w-what if i said... i did?"

you're giggling like an idiot, nodding before he can even finish, grinning ear to ear. its just something about him admitting after all this time that tickled you raw. but nanami is mortified, face going redder, eyes wide and unsure.

"what?"

"nothing, you're just so cute." you smile, reaching to cradle his slim face. "fine. I'll go out with you."

"but i didn't even ask-

"so, you don't want to?"

"no, no i do. i absolutely want to."

[viviarts-c]

Lie to me

Ritual Self Torture Masterpost

[anythingneverythingnstuffs]

Imagine accidentally walking into a military dive bar by yourself, not knowing that the customer base was mainly military folk, and just kind of rolling with it

Imagine you dressed cute, your hair was done, and it had been a long week- you deserved a good ol' night on the town, damnit, and you didn't want to pay another Uber to go to another bar

Imagine you making your way up to the bar to order your first drink of the night and when you order a simple cocktail, the bar goes quiet for a split second because who orders a cocktail in this place?

Imagine not knowing that since the second you walked in that door, you've had eyes on you. Of course you've had eyes on you since you walked in, but one pair in particular stayed glued to your form as you walked through the bar

Imagine looking around after getting your drink from the bartender to see where you'd try to sit for a bit to sip on your drink

Imagine there being an empty table near the far end of the bar that you decide to claim as your own as you continued to scope out the bar patrons

Imagine finally locking eyes with the one man that has had his eye on you since the minute you walked in the door

Imagine freezing as you look into his eyes from across the bar, suddenly aware that this huge, masked military man had been looking right at you

Imagine deciding after a second fuck it and you just gave him a smile and a small wave before sipping your drink. After all, he had been looking at you first, right?

Imagine seeing him look away briefly after your wave and you finally turn to look around the bar again, idly sipping at your drink

Imagine not even a minute later, that very same man is now standing right next to you- how the hell did he get there so fast-? And so quietly-?

Imagine the silence that ensues, neither one of you wanting to say the first word (well, it was either not wanting or not knowing what to say)

Imagine the first thing you speak to Simon 'Ghost' Riley, unknowing who he is or what his reputation was, being, "So, uh... Come here often...?"

Imagine that really being your best line for this strange man

Imagine Ghost letting out a soft grunt as he nodded, "Often enough. Never seen you here before."

Imagine you giving him another smile, this one softer and more genuine as you reply, "I didn't realize this was so... Military oriented. Am I even allowed to be here?"

Imagine hearing a small huff from the man, his eyes indiscernible as he says, "Course you're allowed. I'd like to see them try to kick a bird like you out."

Imagine giggling softly, "A bird like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

Imagine all the while, Simon 'Ghost' Riley's teammates are still sitting at the bar, watching this all go down like it was a soap opera. It was, wasn't it? Their Lieutenant going out of his way to flirt with the little bird who accidentally wandered into a military-centric dive and still ordered the little cocktail you liked.

ugh just imagine

masterlist

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[despazito]

The word tuxedo for the men's outfit only cropped up in the late 1880s, were tuxedo cats just called irish marked before then?

[butterflyscribbles]

“…So hold on.”

Audio from The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse

[werewolf-artfriend]

I don't care what they think !!

[saydesole]

My dear God I know you don't make mistakes but Angie why 🥹

Rest In Peace Angela Laverne Brown 1961-2025

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon]

“I like this new picture they’re using, Jayce. You look very handsome,”

More of The Saved and the Damned by Lapsi (which I still encourage everyone to read!!!!!!)

[foldingfittedsheets]

So one thing I’ve noticed is that people’s DnD characters may vary but there is usually an underlying thread that they all have in common. This thread is typically related to what that person struggles with the most.

For instance, my betrotheds DnD characters: a bitchy warlock we had to bust out of two different pacts, a sassy barbarian, a reformed drow cultist, and a sunshine fighter cleric.

All these characters were wildly different but at their very core struggle was them grappling with their self worth. My betrothed struggles with their worth a great deal and even with different facets showing their characters all have that too.

Mine all tend to contend with different themes of loneliness and acceptance. Surprise, surprise, the little autistic gremlin yearns to have been met with more love and lasting friendships.

So we’re at breakfast. I am meeting a new friend of my betrotheds for the first time. It’s been twenty minutes since I’ve met this man. I say my theory. He laughs. He starts to describe a few of his characters but specifies that he often has healing aspects. He gives a very broad overview of their character arcs.

I ponder for a moment then said, “Would you like to have my assessment?”

He laughed, “Sure!”

“We’ve just met. It’s gonna get real.”

“Bring it on.”

“I think your struggle is that you feel you must offer something of value or service to people to be worthy of their love.”

His jaw dropped. His fork froze midway to his mouth. A potato fell. He stared into space as this sank in. Quietly he said, “Oh.”

[bluerosefox]

Paying a Price.

I want more Dad!Tim stuff. (And once again a deaged Danny and Ellie idea)

So let's go do that.

So you know those DPxDC AUs where Tim makes a deal with either Clockwork or Danny to carry Ellie? Or Tim is a reborn Danny whose carrying Ellie instead (love these btw) in order to get Bruce out of the time stream.

Well what about instead of just Ellie, it's both her and Danny.

Danny and Ellie who were badly hurt by the GIW that they both had to revert into their cores. They are saved by their friends/family and are taken to Frostbite. There they are monitored and looked after only until they can finally the reform but they run into a problem. The two can't return to their home dimension due to the GIW activity and they cant stay to long in the Infinite Realms cause they are still halfas. Then one day CW appears to speak with Frostbite over something important about the two.

Meanwhile in the DCverse.

Tim might have figured a way to save Bruce from the timestream. A being known as Clockwork might be able to help him if he manages to summon the powerful 'Ancient'.

However he knows summoning and requesting it's help he will have to pay a price.

If it means getting Bruce back he'll do it...

[victusinveritas]

A reminder that hatred can be beaten. Sometimes it just takes a pie in the face. Sometimes it takes more than that.

[afriblaq]

we mourn the passing of Nikki Giovanni, a trailblazing poet, writer, professor, and activist whose words sparked movements and inspired generations. Giovanni died at the age of 81 following her third cancer diagnosis. She leaves behind a legacy as vast as her talent and as deep as her love for Black people, culture, and humanity.

From her powerful poetry to her revolutionary teaching, whether addressing the fight for racial justice or the beauty of Blackness, her words moved us to action and reminded us to cherish life.

Ms. Giovanni’s passing is a profound loss, but her words will live on, echoing in the hearts of those who fight for freedom. May the words she wrote in The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998 guide her spirit: “I hope i die warmed by the life that i tried to live”

She was 81 yrs old

[seafoamdew]

sk8er bois

[fan-a-tink]

what a meet cute ✨

Merlin & Gwaine | 3.04 "Gwaine"