#YOU GUYSSSSS :')

[repressedqueen]

Ryan's "Come on, Oli!" 🥹🥹🥹🥹

(headphones on, for maximum experience 😁)

[violaobanion]

the amount of people saying in their tags they'd write letters to bucky is making me go all 🥹🥹🥹 over here

[loopsisloops]

The Stages I Went Through Last Night While Reading Thrown

“Oooo that was a really good line. I swear the chemistry between these two is always so goo-”

“Wait-🧍🏻‍♀️”

waitwaitwaitwait

IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?”

“NOW??!(!,&:&8:: AHH MY HEART”

“OH SHIT BALLS IT IS! ITS FI KING HAPPENING”

*proceeds to scream into Maple’s DMs*

“ARE YOU SHITTING MY DICK RIGHT NOW BRO?”

*unintelligible mumbling into my pillow*

*staring up at the ceiling for 10 mins contemplating my love life*

@maple-seed 🧎🏻‍♀️

God idk how I’m gonna survive these last 12 chapters…

[missedyour21st]

“if it grieves you,” he said, the words caressing my bones, “then i don’t think it’s absurd at all.”

[sacredwisdoms]

[justafewsmallsteps]

Happy Birthday! 🎉 🎉🎉

Thank you so much 😭

[thezombiesocs]

[altruistic-meme]

S3: Sara reported August, August exposes Simon's dealing, the crown still hates Simon but he's publicly associated with Wille now and they also have to pretend they are supportive of Wille being queer so they offer Simon a way to cover up the whole drug business. Simon is torn between accepting and taking the moral high ground but most likely also losing his scholarship. August now has a horse he doesn't know what to do with but he doesn't want to sell it because it reminds him of Sara and also maybe she'll come back to him if he keeps it. So he starts riding Rousseau, which is how he meets Marcus, who he runs into at the stables. They bond over treating Simon like shit and become best bros. This comes in handy when he gets kicked out of school and moves in with his bestie when Simon decides to decline the offer of a cover-up, the drugs story gets out and it turns out August lied to the headmistress about who was dealing. As a nice bonus, the entire Society gets kicked out for the same reason. Hillerska becomes a far less toxic environment with the entitled first-borns gone, and Wille and Simon thrive. Sara and Simon have a heart to heart about giving people that hurt you second chances, and Simon forgives Sara in the end. This inspires Felice to do the same. They are friends again. The end.

the way this evolved has me losing my SHIT

i gotta be completely honest, i rotated the thought of Marcus and August being best friends in my head during my entire shift at work. almost non stop. genuinely have been obsessed over it. perfect. ideal. beautiful. they are toxic manipulation besties. they would be so good as friends. i love this idea i genuinely love it. let them be terrible together. im going to incorporate this in everything i ever write from here on out. thank you.

nOW THE REST OF THE ASK-

rip the society. henry baby im so sorry this happened to you. vincent can go tho fuck vincent we hate vincent in this house. JJ grumbled when i was typing that he agrees.

do Simon and Wilhelm get kicked out too? they were involved as well >> i kinda want to see them ending up at Marieberg together, somehow, in this scenario. let them thrive in the mundane together.

also let the siblings talk it out!! yes!! gods this is so good. you're a genius. thank you.

[ young royals season 3 predictions - wrong answers only ]

[cryptid-pet]

My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

Mine is too, I got whacked with a shovel today

[gordiemeow]

my Check, Please! kickstarter order finally shipped 🥹

[annievrse]

Ann darlin',

Your writing is chef's kiss. Love your fics very much.

Keep feeding us your art! 🙇

oh em GEEEE i'm screaming !!!!!!! thank u sm <3333 😭😭😭

[djarinova]

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub / You kiss my face and we're both drunk

yelena (attack on titan) x reader content - reader is referred to as princess, teasing, alcohol consumption, sfw but theres sexual tension and plenty of desire, established relationship, also finger sucking<3 words - 1.5k reputation event masterlist

You shriek as Yelena flicks cool water from the sink onto your head, and you can’t help but scrunch your eyes closed, trying to avoid any droplets from slipping into your eyes. Yelena lets out a low chuckle at your reaction, and she watches as your smile grows wider upon hearing her laughter. Her revenge had been swift and just, a spur of the moment decision to get you back for your earlier act—when you had accidentally caused her shower water to turn from warm to cold by turning on the bathroom tap.

The stray droplets trickle down your forehead, rolling along the roots that frame your face. You shudder when the water reaches the tip of your ear, and you shake your head before the water has a chance to fall any lower. Half tempted to flick more droplets of water onto you, just to see your smile widen again, Yelena thinks back to what had had her so distracted during her shower. You. She then moves to turn the tap off and turns back towards you—the root of her distraction—to find you reaching over the side of the bath, gripping the edge of a towel and wiping the few stray droplets that managed to stay stuck on you from your cheeks—the wide smile still plastered on your face.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess.” Yelena says, as she dries off her hands with the same towel you’re holding, and she then moves to sit on the stool you had so kindly brought into the bathroom for her.

Your body shudders at her words and you feel your face start to flush as thoughts about her hands, her mouth, her groans, begin to run through your head. It’s easy to blame your slight intoxication on how simple it is for Yelena’s voice to make your heart flutter, but truthfully, you know you're putty in her hands with or without alcohol in your system.

“As if.” Is all you say.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you reach over the rim of the bath again, and you feel Yelena’s eyes follow your movements as you do so. Your hand finds what it's looking for, the glass of red wine you had brought into the bathroom—despite Yelena's warning that she wouldn't be helping you clean it up if you spilled it, but you had insisted, and you had reassured her that you'd never spill something as precious as wine, especially since she had brought it for you—a gift from her last work trip. She had rolled her eyes at you, but relented, she'd never been good at saying no to you.

Yelena's eyes trace your features, searching your body for any sign that she needed to intervene before you made yourself sick. Your arms are steady, and your words aren’t slurred. Her eyes linger ever so slightly on your figure as she looks over at your body, and she notices the way that you're sat in the water—the bubbles resting just below your collarbone—and she's overcome with the need to slip her hands just below the water line, desperate to feel your skin against hers.

The sound of you struggling to reach your glass snaps Yelena out of her thoughts, she notices the pout on your face and raises her eyebrows with a smirk. She hears you huff, so she reaches down to pick up the glass that is just beyond your reach. A satisfactory look is plastered on her face, and she brings the glass up to her lips and takes a small sip.

“Hey!” You exclaim, with no real malice in your tone.

She hums dramatically, scrunching her eyes closed as if she’s tasting the best wine she’s ever had. You roll your eyes and move back to rest against the edge of the tub, your head resting on your hands. You look up at her with a wondrous look in your eyes, and you find yourself glad that she’s preoccupied with stealing your drink, as the thought of being caught staring at her in such a…submissive way makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

The moment soon passes, Yelena decides she’s had enough of the wine—of which you were certain she didn’t even like the taste of anyway—and you stretch out your hand to take the glass from her.

“Thank! You!” You exaggerate each word with a high pitched inflection in your voice, and you happily take a victory sip of your wine as Yelena leans back and places her palms neatly upon her knees.

The movement of Yelena’s hands coming to rest directs your eyes towards her legs, and it’s as if the floodgates have been opened. Although you are never particularly subtle when it comes to your staring—something you are constantly teased about—the minute a drop of alcohol enters your system it’s like you worry that Yelena will simply disappear if you take your eyes off of her for even a second. That if you can’t commit her completely and entirely to your memory right now then you will never get the chance again.

Yelena is about to speak—wanting to tease you about how cute you’re being right now, with your mouth slightly ajar and your eyes fluttering across her body—but before she has the chance to open her mouth, words are tumbling out of yours.

“Ineedyoutokissmerightnow.”

Your chest heaves as though you've just ran a marathon. Your legs twitch, wanting—needing—to be closer to Yelena. But you’re unable to move, stranded in the bath, forced to wait for her to come to you.

“Please Yel.” You beg, a pout on your lips.

She meets you before you can speak again, closing the distance between the two of you so fast that your body jolts. You hear a splash, but the distance between your need to know what could've caused it, and the need to keep kissing Yelena couldn’t be further apart. Your mouths slot together clumsily, and your lips part ever so slightly as Yelena runs her tongue across your bottom lip. You let out an involuntary whine, and she smiles against your mouth, while one of her hands comes to rest gently behind your head. She deepens the kiss, and as she slips her tongue into your mouth your body shudders. A small sound—splash—is heard by the both of you again as your free hand claws its way out of the water towards Yelena. You pout when she pulls away from you to investigate.

Yelena forces herself to look away from you—the adorable pout on your face almost makes her forget why she pulled away from you in the first place, and you have that glint in your eyes that just drives her crazy. She shakes her head, as if trying to clear her thoughts, and she tuts when she sees the water rippling next to you.

“I thought I told you not to spill any wine.” She scolds.

Your head whips around, and you narrow your eyes at the glass in your hand—you'd almost forgotten it was there… You'd been so swept up in Yelena. But sure enough you see what she is referring to. Three blood red drops are running down the edge of your glass, and you can see a slight red tinge in the water next to you.

Yelena takes the glass from your hand and places it coolly on the sink edge. As she returns to you she uses one hand to pull your chin towards her, keeping you in place with just a fingertip, and with the other hand you think for a second that she is going to hold your wine stained fingers in hers. But to your surprise your sweetened fingers meet the warmth of her mouth, and your jaw drops open at the same time you let out a deep—surprisingly ragged—moan.

Yelena's eyes widen but she doesn't move. She works her tongue around the flesh of your fingertips, bobbing her head slowly up and down each finger, trying to clean up every last drop of wine until there is nothing left. She hums around your digits and it's almost enough to make you unravel completely. You want to screw your eyes shut, your head feels heavy, you can hear the blood pumping in your ears, but you can't bring yourself to tear your eyes away from her.

Her eyes are locked on you, the intensity of the eye contact turning your legs to jelly—you surely would've buckled if you had been standing. She has a shimmer in her eyes, a look that says this won't be over soon—that it hasn't even started yet.

You whimper as she pulls away, already missing the warmth of her mouth. Yelena smirks, and swipes her tongue across her lips—pleased with how much she's affected you already.

“I much prefer tasting wine this way.” Yelena says, and this time you do squeeze your eyes shut, not able to focus your vision on the woman in front of you as she plants kisses along your arm. She starts from your fingertips, and slowly but surely ends up at your shoulder, and then your collarbone and then your neck…

[lxnarphase]

I'm literally in love with your writing

maybe i'm in love with you 😏

jk jk, thank you nonnie ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა !!!!

[machotwink]

I FINALLY GOT THE WIZARD OF OZ SKIP

[redhotarsenic]

Pictureeee picture for my cool buddy @nowfallc <3

[lyekisses]

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