#short and stacked

[assortedmelons]

Stacy Vandenberg

[fjordfolk]

Alright fine she did actually look pretty good on saturday

(Photos by Reidun and Ida Monsholm)

[ohposhers]

★September first, 1989★ DEAR DIARY --- sighs heavily i couldnt not make fanart for @cupiddzarrow 's Heathers Trolls AU-- they beat me to it and i love it

[faestunna]

i am a SUCKER for soft domestic headcanons, so i’m intrigued to know what you think for stack!!

PAIRING: elias (stack) moore x vampire!reader

WARNINGS: modern!elias, vampirism (blood, death), just fluff :)

A/N: waittt cus idt i’ve seen any elias/stack fluff so im all for this!! i kept it as vampire!stack and vampire!reader in modern times, hope that’s okay!

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Now, Elias may play around a lot, but he is, above all else, a gentleman.

First date? It may be basic, but he’ll take you to one of the finest restaurants in the city while you wear a new dress he just bought for you. That man spoils you.

He can’t bring himself to go back to Chicago after he last saw Sammie play, but he’ll tell you all sorts of stories about Capone and managing to fool both of the most notorious gangs in town.

At first, he doesn’t talk much about Elijah. Refers to him as Smoke, and you initially assume it was a business partner, but once you’re close enough, he tells you everything about that fateful night.

How he still sees Elijah’s face in his dreams. How he can’t even see his own brother’s face in his reflection anymore. How the last thing he has of him is a faded photograph.

But the two of you have a sweet life in the city. You’ve got a shared apartment that you’ve turned into the perfect sanctuary.

It’s definitely hard living away from the sun, but that just means that the daytime gives you two an entire day in bed. The black-out curtains drawn closed, maybe a candle or two lit for comfort, and the two of you lazily lounging in between the sheets.

I don’t even have to say where that leads to…

And since he is a gentleman, he has a habit of bringing home dinner. He’ll be gone for around an hour or so, but then a knock rings at your door.

“How’d you get this one?” You’ll ask quietly as he leads your unsuspecting guess to the kitchen.

He never has a real answer. Always just give you that grin and says, “Told ‘em I got a real pretty woman at home for them to meet.” You don’t question him much after that.

Elias is a gentleman!! Meals will usually mean there’s a big mess in the kitchen, but he’ll always insist, “Nuh-uh, baby. You go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of this.” One steaming shower later, and you come back to a nearly pristine place.

Naturally, nighttime is your favorite with him. It’s the only chance you two can freely roam, and most of the time, you don’t even pay any mind to the delicious scents of passerby’s. “You smell that?” You ask with a hungry smile, but the two of you have been around long enough to control yourselves.

And Elias loves to see you in the moonlight. He’d burn the whole city to see you in the sun, but he can settle for the silvery glow against your skin. The two of you casually stroll the streets, hand in hand, in sweet silence.

Sometimes, you’ll be out the whole night. There’ll hardly be anyone else around, apart from a few taxis and teenagers breaking curfew.

It’s a sweet life you have together. It may not be ideal to most, and, sure—it can get a little lonely not having anyone else—but at the end of the day, you know in your soul that he’s all you need.

[op-la]

Can you draw Lestat trying to balance a cup on Lou’s ass?

i'm not gonna draw this but the imagery from this ask just made me laugh for a whole minute thanks anon

[ophernelia]

@imogencrnza: hair done? yes. bills paid? uh oh..

🎱 recent episode | 📍 riddim nightclub by themintsimmer

[hvntlowz]

nil nowhere ilysm nil nowhere i need to smooch them pls

[mlobsters]

merlin (1998) tv miniseries, dir. steve barron

[faestunna]

stack x reader with newborn baby girl

baby girl

PAIRING: elias (stack) moore x reader

WC: 836

WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy, sibling loss, angst if you squint, otherwise fluff!

A/N: this is like a combo of modern!stack and he’s still a vampire but it’s not mentioned? @hatethysinner recently posted a papa!remmick fic that put me in my feels and sorta inspired this, go check it out!!

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You wake to a gentle humming.

It’s still pitch-black. So late that not even the crickets chirp in the bushes outside your window. The night sky will fade into a pleasant mirage of orange and pink in a few hours, but for now, the world sleeps.

Except for you. And the sound coming from the corner of your room. Your eyes tiredly blink open, but your body doesn’t stir underneath the sheets. Even in the dark, you can see the outline of Elias swaying in the rocking chair. And in his big arms lies the most precious thing in your life.

He doesn’t notice that he’d woken you up; you make no attempt to reveal yourself. Instead, a warm smile appears on your face at the sight of him holding your sweet girl.

You liked to think she had your eyes, maybe even your nose or hair, but the truth was that she was her daddy’s spitting image.

“She’s gon’ be beautiful, just like her mama,” Elias had told you almost every day of your pregnancy. It’d only been two days since he took you home from the hospital and insisted that you stay in bed.

It was almost unreal to have her bundled in your arms. He’d kiss her nose, then yours, and say how he loved both his girls more than anything in the world.

He wears the sweater you got him for Christmas years ago; you remember it like it was yesterday. You’d dreamed of having this life with him, but never had you though it’d come true.

And now, it was right in front of you.

“Mornin’, babygirl,” he pauses his singing once she stirs and her eyes peek open. Elias rubs the soft curve of her head with his thumb.

“Gave your mama some trouble, didn’t you?” He gently bounces her and continues rocking almost rhythmically. A small chuckle comes deep from his chest. “Seeing her cry when she had you—God, I don’t think there’s anything worse. But we waited a long time for you, sweetpea. You remember when I would sing to you?”

The memory of him with his palms placed softly on your bump, caressing the skin and singing every tune he knew with the smallest bit of hope that your baby would hear it, was enough to relieve you of the pain that very much continued to rock through your lower body.

“I’ll sing for you always.”

The deepest corners of your heart lightened at the sight of Elias—your husband, your man, your dream—cradling the joy you’d made together.

You remain still in bed, worried that even the slightest move could disturb the moment. For now, you watched.

“My daddy,” Elias thickly gulped before steadying his voice. “He, uh…Well, he was a bad man. And I lost my mama before I could even hear her voice.” You’d heard the story only twice and never asked to again. Every time Elias mentioned it, a distant, heavy weight returned itself upon his shoulders. But now, as he whispered to your baby girl, he seemed eased. “But I was lucky. I had-”

He chokes on his words, and even from the bed, you can see the gleam of tears in his eyes against the moonlight.

“I had a brother. And he protected me from our daddy. Looked just like me too. In a way, I s’pose he looked like you.” A pit grows in his stomach, but Elias continues. “He woulda loved you, sweetheart, and your mama, too.

“And I know he’s somewhere better now. With his baby and his woman. I think he’d happy,” he leans in so his nose nuzzles against hers. “That I got my own.”

On Elias’ bedside table sits a framed photograph, faded from the sun and time. Two of the same face look back at you as you glance at it, and you can only imagine what the SmokeStack Twins were like in their glory days. You look back in the corner when the sound of Elias’ voice cuts through the silence again.

“And it’s important you should know the woman you’re named after. She, uh…” he chuckles. “Well, she and I didn’t get along much, at first, but there’s a reason why Elijah loved her.” You wonder if he’s still speaking to your daughter or to himself now.

He closes his eyes contently, lips curved into a soft smile as if lost in a memory. “She was one of the strongest women I know—apart from your mama, of course.

“See, babygirl, my brother protected me. And she protected him.” Unaware that you’re awake, Elias up at you, but he isn’t surprised to see your eyes open. “And I’m gon’ protect you.”

The eyes he fell head over heels with so many years ago. The ones that grounded him when the memory of his brother infested his dreams. The ones that he swore he couldn’t live without.

The eyes he sees when he looks at your baby girl.

Instead, his smile widens.

“The both of you.”

© faestunna 2025.

[femboymilkovich]

'Cause loving you is like fighting Gravity Oh, let your love wash over me I'm not the boy I used to be I′m not the man I wanna be I′m just a fighter All I wanna do is lie here And all I wanna do is try again And all I wanna do is love you And all I wanna do is die alone with you(x)

⤷⤷Mischievous Ian & Mickey for @deathclassic ♡

[assortedmelons]

Stacy Has Swell Underwear

[stygiansauce]

🦃 morning / afternoon / evening!

Scarian is the classic <3 ive only written them once for a friend and it took me… months… got stuck on one scene and avoided it for ages (and then got into taurtis x grian but that’s another story)

Cub and Scar being brotherly and inseparable is soo <3333 everything to me. Have you read “closer to another shore”? Oh my god. Changed my life. And scar and Cub within that book… absolute peak. Devoured it twice over and once more on top of that. Very much recommend if you want to tear your own heart out and crush grian like a bug!

ooo! I'll have to give that one a lookie!

I have this whole scale AU for Scarian that I'll write one day. it's bound to be my hardst work yet (yeah including the historial research and mapping nightmare that is Dealing Despair), because Splinter is one of those fics you have to plan every single scene out to make it all come together in the end.

My goal with Splinter) whenever I get around to writing it, it is to have like a fraction of coolness Birrdie's as above, so below has?? It's still one of my favorite fics of all time and I strive to write an AU like that one day. Splinter isnt the same thing? it's like a past life kind of thing, but the part im trying to emulate from aasb is the "oh something is happening here...I am scared of it" vibe.

Eitherway, if you want a good Grian fic (with some Scarian) THATS the fic. This is the fic I give to all my friends new to the fandom/to fanfiction. I shove aasb and Dirges in the Dark at them because those are the two fanfics I want on my shelf YESTERDAY. Like physical copies. (I am working on that actually....)

OKAY I'VE YAPPED ENOUGH! Time to clock in for the writing shift today <3

[judesmoonbeauty]

Short King Energy:

[alagrams]

I’m gonna be honest, I am excited for the new Tron Ares film but solely for the fact that Jeff Bridges is coming back and there’s a possibility that Sam Flynn will have a post-credit scene (also the idea of seeing a Tron movie on opening day is awesome to me, whether it sucks or not). I hope this movie really just serves as a preview to what we could see in a Tron 4 if it’s green lit, and I want it to do well because then Disney will finally understand how much people like Tron

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

you really don’t feel how short you are until you have to grab all the books out of a library return box

[sapphzeal]

I hear you’re taking secret Saturdays requests? Why not a younger Argost in his human disguise standing up straight for the sole purpose of being intimidating as heck to an early human rival.

Human rival: “You don’t scare me!”

Argost: Stretches out and straightens his posture. And being more muscular when he was younger.

Human rival: “Oh shit he’s big.”

He stood.