#10 hours later...

[adrianlyles]

pretty little liars meme ↳ [1/10] ten episodes ★ 1x09: "the perfect storm"

[tillydouspart]

we are so back ??!?!?!?!!

[mayordea]

legacy of lunatic freakin kingdom

[aaruaalislost]

taking a time to rest🌱

[hinamie]

@philosophiums and i have been nursing the beginnings of an atla au so have some preliminary designs while we cook :>

[nenestansunsthings]

having svsss au ideas beyond my station

thinking. shang qinghua goes on a mission as a young disciple to some town in fuckoff nowhere and finds himself in the qiu household. and there he finds a young shen jiu, undergoing the plot he originally intended for him and hadn't realised had become real and he's so young oh god hes so young why is he so small what do you mean that part was real, he hadn't kept it why is it real—

and he panics and sneaks him the Fuck out of that house

and he's not sure what to do but surely sending him to cang qiong will fuck up something in the plot and he can't come under even more investigation and cang qiong tryouts dont happen for months anyway and his system would probably never allow it (it doesnt. it would interfere with yue qingyuans story) but shen jiu is refusing to stay anywhere near this place and wants to learn cultivating to protect himself make sure nothing like this ever happens again and sqh panics harder and

calls mobei jun.

okay. on second thought, maybe this was a bad idea. but he stumbles over himself and shushes baby shen jiu's very understandable freaking out and asks his king for the first thing hes ever asked for other than his own life.

is there any way this human child could learn cultivation in the demon world?

[spiderziege]

Hermit a Day May 21: Bdubs!

got home from the medieval fair just in time for bdubs day

[9151967]

Hey, don't cry. 5 Della Van Hise fics in PDF form, saved by the WayBack, all available for download ♡

DVH notoriously had her fics pulled from AO3 and she never uploaded them again. Outside of purchasing the zines she wrote for and created—and given her 14 confirmed pseuds, good luck tracking down everything—finding the odd scan of a zine online or the occasional working archived link from her AO3 is not easy.

(All of these works are linked on Fanlore on the fic's individual pages, but as it always goes with Fanlore, organization is not the best and DVH's main page links to an older version of her site before she offered these stories for free; this is to just get the awareness out and ramble on my blog about it, tiny though it is. As my friend put it went I sent these to her, "This is like Christmas in May!")

For those of us who can't afford to drop $40+ on a zine (average cost; we've all seen higher), lack the space for keeping old zines, or are afraid of opening the door of Buying All The Zines, may this find you well ♡

Front and back cover artwork from Hise's zine Styx and Stones. Left image by Marilyn Cole, served as the inspiration for the fic Styx and Stones; Right image by Jackie Zoost

On Wings of Ice (1987)

"Stranded on a frozen planet when their shuttlecraft is sabotaged, Kirk and Spock share love as they wait for death." [More on Fanlore]; originally published in KSX #1 My 2 cents: I cried with this one and it was worth it. There's phrasing in this one that has me rending my garments.

Collaboration (1987)

"When Kirk points out that their relationship may have become complacent, he and Spock put their heads together to see what can be done to breathe life back into the bedroom. But of course, nothing is ever as straightforward as it seems… A twisted little K/S tale." [More on Fanlore]; originally published in Styx and Stones My 2 cents: One part fic, one part meta about K/S and why fans create (yes, really! She pulled it off beautifully), all fluffy feelings.

Styx and Stones (1987)

"Spock awakens in a new land after dying and waits for Jim, who is in a coma following a shuttle crash." [More on Fanlore]; originally published in Styx and Stones My 2 cents: I wish I knew what it was like to read this before On Wings of Ice. I'm not saying this was bad or boring - far from it! Hise used a lot of poetic creativity in her depictions - but my brain kept thinking back to On Wings of Ice and that does this story a disservice.

Someone to Watch Over Thee (1988)

"Spock, Kirk, and an ambassador are given aphrodisiacs by the leader of a hedonistic society and itʼs up to the security men to make sure they get who and what they need." [More on Fanlore]; originally published in Naked Times #18 CW: rape/noncon elements (your mileage my vary on this, however, I'm noting it out of an abundance of caution) My 2 cents: it's Aliens Made Them Do It but told from the perspective of a Redshirt.

The Gol Letters (1988)

"Apart, Kirk and Spock each write letters to each other, each believing that the other will never read them." [More on Fanlore]; originally published in Naked Times #18 My 2 cents: I personally felt like a pumpkin with its innards scooped out but then became a ball of fluff. Heed that as you will.

More about DVH:

She's both a pillar of the fandom for her prolific work as the publisher and editor for the Pon Farr Press (and its many zines) and for her many works of poetry and fanfic, be they short stories, novellas, or novels. In the professional realm, Hise is perhaps best known for the (in)famous Killing Time. (Really, read the link for (in)famous. DVH certainly got screwed over by that contract, although highlight the text here and she's banking on the reputation of it, lol. DVH, I can never hate you. And peep the other link too for a surprise ♡)

She passed away on March 3, 2021 and is survived by her partner Natasha Solten. (Her AO3 for anyone who wants that directly. The bulk of her Star Trek fics are locked to registered users-only.)

[v6quewrlds]

sub!joe PLEASE OMG

SUB!JOE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

You sat cross-legged in your plush bed, the crisp white pages of your book fluttering as the soft hums of a song escaped your lips. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows across the walls. You had been waiting patiently in anticipation of your nightly ritual of cuddles and quiet whispers before sleep claimed you both.

You heard the door to Joe's office creak open, and then he stumbled into your bedroom, his six-foot-four frame slightly hunched from the weight of the day's activities. He shuffled over to the bed, his dirty blonde hair sticking up at odd angles from where he'd run his hands through it in frustration.

You put down your book and patted the empty space beside you. "You look exhausted," you said with a gentle smile. You watched as Joe climbed into the bed, his muscular body sinking into the mattress with a contented sigh. His breath was warm against your skin and his hand found its way to your waist. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly unravel as you began to stroke his hair.

"Long day?" you inquired, your voice soft and soothing.

"Yeah, just going over some game footage," Joe murmured, his eyes drifting shut. "Couldn't get my head around a few plays."

You kissed the top of his head. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Joe took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against you. "Nah, I just need to clear my mind." He paused, his hand moving to the crotch of his sweatpants, adjusting himself with a wince. "But, I'm also... you know."

You knew that look, the way his eyes searched for yours in the semi-darkness, the way his cheeks flushed slightly under your gaze. "Oh?" you said, your voice filled with playful curiosity.

"Yeah," he mumbled, his voice slightly embarrassed. "It's just... I can't sleep like this."

You leaned back, placed your book on the bedside table, and switched off the lamp. The room was plunged into darkness, but the moon's soft glow filtered through the blinds, casting a silver ribbon across the floor. "Do you want me to take care of it?" you asked, your voice a soft hum.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes closing in anticipation. You reached for the drawer next to the bed. Inside, you found the small bottle of lube you two kept for such occasions. You popped the cap and coated your palm, pressing your palms together, warming the lube.

"Pull your pants down, baby, let me make you comfortable," you whispered. Joe's breath hitched as he complied, rolling onto his back before his sweatpants slid down to expose his hard cock, standing pink and proud against his stomach.

Your hands were gentle but firm as you wrapped them around him to spread the lube. His eyes remained closed as you began to work him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Your fingers danced along the shaft, teasing the sensitive skin with just the right amount of pressure.

"Is this okay?" you asked, your voice a low murmur that fell on Joe's tired ears.

"Mmhmm," Joe mumbled, his eyes still shut tight as he succumbed to the sensation of your warm hands.

"Just relax, let me take care of you," you whispered into Joe's ear, your breath hot and sweet. You leaned down and kissed his cheek. Joe's eyes fluttered open to meet yours, and you could see the exhaustion in them, the need for release. He nodded, his head rolling back onto your shoulder as he allowed his body to go limp, giving you full control.

"You're doing so good, baby," you cooed, your voice a gentle wind against his ear. "Just let go, I got you."

"Oh, baby, more, please," Joe moaned, his voice a whiny rasp against the silence of the room.

Your heart raced in time with Joe's hips. You felt his body coil tightly, his muscles straining against your touch. He was so close, so deliciously close. His hips began to falter, his moans began to strangle as they attempted to escape his throat. He opened his baby blues to watch your hand work his cock, his eyes glazing over with the pleasure you brought him.

"Gonna—fuck—baby, ‘m gonna come," Joe whimpered, his voice shaking with desperation. You watched the play of emotions across his face: the tightening of his jaw, the flutter of his eyelashes, the way his mouth formed silent words of ecstasy.

"There you go, baby, come for me," you encouraged. You picked up the pace, your hand moving in a blur as you brought him closer and closer to the crest of release. "Let it out. You earned it."

With a thin moan, Joe's body spasmed, and warmth flooded your hand. He bucked his hips upward, his cock jerking in your grasp as he reached his climax. You stroked him through it, your grip firm but gentle, your thumb circling the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a long, shuddering sigh as he came down from the peak.

You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, spent and satisfied against you. His chest heaved with each deep breath, the moonlight casting a silver glow across his pale skin. You leaned over to kiss him, your lips lingering on his in a soft, tender press. "Good boy," you whispered. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours, a lazy smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His entire body blushed a flustered pink.

[ame-emberlea]

sirendysseus from warrior!penelope au

[daily-ii-bugs]

day 9: A SPECIAL GUEST!!!!! ft. chance from forsaken roblox

[numberonetacostan]

do you have any floorphone headcanons? :3

Hi there!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in an your request!! :]

The Floor wouldn't really have a way of knowing this, but Mephone was actually planning to keep him on as an assistant rather than a contestant, even after all the trouble he'd had with his prior two assistants. Mephone wanted to keep Floory by his side, even if he's had trouble with that in the past (and even though a lot of said trouble was his own fault).

I like to think the Floor keeps tabs on Mephone post s2 finale. Don't get me wrong, I very much think they'll stay friends, more than just Floory keeping an eye on him. But I think in the time when they're not speaking, right after Mephone leaves and the contestants start constructing the mansion and living their lives and such, the Floor is still, how to word this... feeling around? For Mephone's presence. His footsteps and such. Just in case.

Floory's favourite little date to have with Mephone is a picnic date. Let them be their fat slob selves together <3 Also, Mephone is an incredibly messy eater, so a lot of what he tries to eat ends up on, you guessed it, the Floor! It's like sharing with fewer steps.

It's a bit hard to cuddle with the Floor being the ground and all, so the usual way they go about it has Mephone scooping up whatever clump of dirt that Floory is currently occupying, and plopping him down on Mephone's screen while he lays down. They have some of their best chats this way :)

[lynx-sunfall]

Thank you Grian for the late Christmas present of an 8 hour long video, however I am very sleepy just watching 45 minutes and I will be here a week watching this thing

[juustozzi]

happy birthday Endou & happy 16th anniversary Inazuma Eleven!!

[dotted-clouds]

Eik is so cute!!!!

[sapphicrot]

I guess I’ll do it, ‘cause I’m bored…

[Pleading Intellect !! close ups n stuff below the cut cuz oh my god the quality got massacred]

Pleading Intellect is built near the coast, in a beautiful area not far from Echos Of Indigo (whose structure functions as a nature reserve). Their chamber is a glass box, and their puppet is decorated with gold and silks to display the wealth of the city due to tourism. PIn is unfortunately working at 100% near constantly, since they’re being watched and often interrupted to answer questions tourists and citizens may have.

They just want a fuckin nap, bro.