#everything's going to be happy in this

[pangur-and-grim]

also I got a tattoo partially re-coloured today and they bandaged me in veterinary wrap like I'm a sick horse

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

you mean nothing to me

[plagueislost]

i love being late to trends. my new years resolution is to be late to every trend ever. and you know im serious because im even late to new years.

(theres an inverse version of this by @chamiryokuroi , you should go check it out! i started making this before i saw theirs, but i think its cool that now theres both versions)

[hinamie]

spiraling

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ ex-friend with benefits simon 'ghost' riley & friend with benefits johnny 'soap' mactavish - 03

cw : sexual theme, sexism

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the week had been miserable for all three of you—johnny, simon, and you.

after his little burst of cockiness in the gym, and once all the endorphins had left your brain, you realized what you had done. you had been caught having sex in public by a superior officer. the fact that said officer had enjoyed the show didn’t really matter in your mind. you could have lost your job—over what? a man’s pride?

you had a fight with johnny the next day, and it pissed you off when all he could say was, "he's no gaun'ae say anythin'." it only made you angrier, so you lashed out, calling him a child and saying he didn’t take anything seriously—words you didn’t even believe. but they spilled freely from your mouth, riling up the sergeant.

"aye, bonnie, if ye didnae feel the need tae get fucked by every damn soldier on this base, maybe ah wouldnae feel the need tae prove mine's fuckin' bigger!" he had shouted, not even thinking.

johnny had always been hot-headed—his biggest flaw. outside the battlefield, he rarely thought before he acted. that was exactly why he hadn’t stopped fucking you when he saw simon watching. and it was exactly why you weren’t speaking to him now.

he saw the tears in your eyes the second the words left his lips, and regret hit him like a punch to the gut. but it was too late—the damage was done. he wasn’t one for slut-shaming—hell, if anyone deserved that label, it was him. there was nothing shameful about enjoying sex.

the worst part was that when you left the room, tears streaming down your cheeks, you stumbled into simon. judging by the anger on his face, you figured he had heard johnny’s words too.

why the fuck was he always around? you couldn't even wallow in your shame and pain in peace.

after that, johnny had spent the worst week of his life. first, because you wouldn't let him talk to you, and second, because his lieutenant was making his life a living hell. he knew it was payback for what happened at the gym, but also for what he had said to you.

simon had stumbled upon you two screaming at each other—again, completely by accident. he had been looking for johnny for a demolition training and was just about to walk into the room people said johnny was in when your shouting stopped him in his tracks.

after johnny’s little stunt, simon had relished in your anger—after all, it looked like you were about to end things for good. he felt a twinge of guilt over how much he enjoyed it, but johnny had played dirty. simon could too. he might have lost a battle, but the war wasn’t over.

and simon knew—he had fucked up. whatever went wrong between you two, that was on him. but he also knew his own strengths, his ability to win you over if given the chance. for a while, he’d convinced himself that what you had with johnny was something deeper, something he couldn’t compete with.

but looking at you now, seething, furious in a way you’d never been with him… maybe johnny had fucked up even worse.

for johnny, you had crossed the line when he got back to his room one night and found your favorite hoodie of his lying on his bed. washed. smelling like detergent.

he could take your anger, your silence, but this was far worse. it was as if you had stabbed him in the heart. you were giving up on him. he wasn't going to let you go this easily. he was not his lieutenant.

he had rushed to your room. it was late, but that didn’t matter—he knew your sleeping schedule like the back of his hand. just like he knew you. every habit, every little quirk. what you had together was rare, something he’d never find again. and he’d be damned if he let you slip away without a fight.

you opened the door, unsurprised to find johnny standing there—you had been expecting him. you knew the hoodie would get a reaction. deep down, you didn’t want him to let you go. but you weren’t about to apologize for creating distance. he was the one who had fucked up, not you.

within seconds, he had you cornered, and god, did he look miserable. he was clutching the hoodie in his hands, and you swore you saw tears in his eyes. not that you could judge—you probably looked just as miserable.

seeing only pain in your eyes—no anger, no frustration, just pure sadness—johnny let the hoodie slip from his grasp. his hands found your cheeks, cradling them gently as he kissed you with a passion so raw, so full of devotion, that it brought tears to your eyes. in that kiss, you felt everything—just how much you meant to him, just how desperately he needed you.

"ye've na idea hou much i regret whit i said, baby," johnny murmured, pressing soft kisses over every inch of your face. "i'm the biggest slut i know anyway—so whit ye did before me, wha it wis wi? doesnae matter. niver did."

as you looked into his eyes, you saw nothing but raw honesty.

"i wis a richt arsehole," he admitted, his voice low and sincere as he lifted you effortlessly. his hands kneaded your ass, holding you close like he was afraid to let go.

as you whispered that you forgave him, johnny’s brain short-circuited. that was all he needed. before you knew it, he had you naked on the bed, his head buried between your thighs. he worshiped you like a man starved, not even caring about himself. his tongue and fingers worked relentlessly, driven by the sweet, desperate sounds falling from your lips.

after pulling two orgasms from you with his mouth alone, johnny only stopped because you begged him to fuck you. but he wasn’t having any of that. "nah, bonnie. no just fuckin’ ye—this is gonna be special."

and special it was. every touch, every movement was filled with raw emotion and unfiltered pleasure—something neither of you had ever felt before.

"m'sorry, bonnie," johnny murmured, his hips never faltering. his lips stayed on your neck, kissing, nipping, claiming. his grunts had turned into soft, desperate whines—like he physically couldn't stand being without you. "missit ye sae fuckin’ much… can’t think straicht whan you’re mad at me."

this was different from all your other times. even back in scotland, there had always been something primal. but now, this felt real. and just like that, overwhelmed, happy tears streamed down your cheeks as you moaned beneath him—blissed out, utterly lost in him. you had never felt happier.

"baby?" johnny whined, his hips faltering. just as he was about to pull out, you gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer. your legs wrapped around his hips, locking him in place, making it impossible for him to move away.

without a single word, johnny understood—and that was when you both knew what you had was real. he held you close, cooing softly in your ear, whispering sweet nothings as he kissed away your tears. his touch was tender, grounding, but his hips told a different story. the slow, deliberate roll of his pelvis against yours built a friction that had you both spiraling, lost in the pleasure only you could give each other.

simon was miserable. he’d come to apologize, maybe even work up the courage to ask you out—depending on your answer. but as he got closer to your door, he heard something that shattered whatever foolish hope he had left.

"i love you, bonnie. so fuckin’ much." johnny’s voice was wrecked, a desperate whine between the sounds of your pleasure.

simon turned on his heel, forcing himself to walk away, but your voice still carried through the hallway, chasing him down.

"i love you, johnny." soft. sweet. final.

as simon shut the door to his own room—far from yours—he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

he hadn’t just lost a battle. he had lost the war.

[chaoparty]

[shandzii]

Waiter! Waiter! More fishbun art, please!

(Of course only if u want to and have time)

meet cute,,

they met in highschool,, they talked a bit, but Seb didn't have the courage to make a move until they saw eachother again in college lmao

[demaparbat-hp]

Her eyes meet his. He reaches out his arm and takes an enormous breath. With terror clear in her eyes, her hand reaches for his, and he locks his grip on her wrist, and her fingers dig into his arm.

“I got you! Hold on!”

Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies Chapter 22: A Second Chance

The Fall took my breath away when I first read it. The intensity, the terror, the beauty... I loved each and every second of it, and I know you will too.

Go read Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies by @geothewriter if you want to find a perfect balance of love and adventure!

[triona-tribblescore]

"Wanna ride?~"

Some more biker Angel au for the masses <3

[technikki]

HAPPY 18 YEARS TO THEFUCKING GAME OF ALL TIME

[corner-collects-rocks]

happy new year to neil josten who didnt sign it. he gave me a contract but i didnt sign it. he couldnt make me. this doesnt mean anything. im still a fox.

[spiritualseeker777]

[hinamie]

don't be fooled i am always thinking abt them

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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