#but!!!

[ofviolentdeath]

Ope, guess who forgot to eat? Gonna make something to eat and then try to be on til I pass out if anyone is around?

[clownery-and-fuckery]

ugh mother appreciation post

Bonus

[swifty-fox]

9 + 20 for the prompts 🤭

9. “I am yours to do as you please.”

Rosie never expected to be here. Splayed across a desk, army regulation slacks down around his knees and thighs wrapped around his Colonels waist.

He hadn't met Chick and thought 'ah yes, I'll have a side of that with my dessert.'

He'd hardly paid Harding any mind beyond what was respectful.

But then he'd been summoned to his office for a reprimand over the actions of one of his men. And Chick had been puffing away on his cigar, legs spread and body masculine in a way that reminded Rosie of being a young boy. Playing in the streets and watching the older men smoking and chatting outside the local Deli, their voices loud and eyes shrewd. The casual way they whistled at women passing by and the way they would pat him on the head sometimes and make his stomach twist with a confusing feeling he had yet to know was arousal.

He knew what it was now, cock hard and leaking against his hip, hands anchored above him over the rim of the desk as Chick guided his hips in another slow grind against his thigh.

Rosie bites his lip on a whimper, gives up and presses the noise into his arm.

"At attention solider." Chip grunts, still smoking away on his cigar like they were having a regular conversation. "If you got something to say say it loud and clear."

"Yessir." Rosie gasps, arches on a keen.

"Atta boy, you take orders well don't you?"

""m yours sir." Rosie whines, drops a hand down to fist himself, "Do as you please sir."

20. “Leave it on.”

"Leave it on."

John looks up in surprise, fingers curled around the dog tags at his neck. He'd accidentally grabbed Gales, hung in a safe spot while they went for a dip in the cool english river. Draped them around his head before noticing they did not quite fall in the correct spot.

Gale was watching him with heavy, sun-drunk eyes. Sots of water glisten on his shoulders, catch on his chest hair and the mess of blonde curls around his cock. He looked Apollian in the sunlight, all golden hues and sensious lips.

He slots him a crooked smile "You already share my name in one way. Do you really need a second?"

Hands around his waist, trailing up his sides and releasing his grip on the chain. Gale pulls John in for a kiss by the neck, presses him against the bark of a tree and slots their hips together in a way that draws a groan from both men.

"Leave it on." Gale repeats, pressing his thumb to the fulcrum of John's collarbones, sharp and almost painful. "I like my last name on you."

"Oh." John breathes as Gale sinks to his knees.

"Oh." he repeats a moment later, head thrown back

[absolutelyzoned]

character design is my passion!! (red thrill shit under cut?!?!)

i dont have many supplies but im doing my best!!!

[axinite25]

I just realised I'm writing two stories where ones identity is temporarily hidden from the other and found it funny

If you're curious:

Spy!Yelena/Famous!Kate

Spider-Woman!Lottie/Nat

[wanderingblindly]

hello loveeee!! given we love an ambient moment - i would love you to conjure me something with this little mood board for either lestappen or sebchal (ie my two greatest loves other than my Wives)

thank you kindly, ms wanderingblindly 💛💛

BET YOU THOUGH I WAS NEVER GONNA DO THIS HUH!!!! Rest assured i don't delete prompts, i simply agonize until i randomly decide to write one in thirty minutes before bed. anyways, enjoy!

prompt post here xx

Sentimental Reasons (Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel, 650 words)

There are lots of things about Sebastian that he assumes Charles doesn't know.

The sky above them is endlessly black, beautiful scatters of stars shining upon empty fields as far as the eye can see. And it's silent, nearly silent, as Charles rests his head against the still-warm window, holding on to memories of the long-gone sun. His eyes flutter closed, lulled half to sleep by the purr of the engine, the vibration against his temple, the deep warmth in his chest.

Sebastian hums when he's alone -- when Charles is asleep.

He does it now, a low melody that Charles can't put his finger on. He's not very good at it, technically, but it's lovely in its imperfection, its missed notes; it's lovely in its intimacy, its gentleness. Charles would smile if he didn't want to give himself away, because he loves listening to it.

Sebastian's humming is like his voice, like his hands; sometimes, when it's just the two of them, Charles feels like he's the only one that truly understands them.

He can't put his finger on the melody, slow and smooth. It makes him think of black and white movies, the cheesy romantic ones that mémè played at Christmas when he was a little boy.

There's a faint rustling, the click of a button; the silence is filled with soft music, the volume turned almost all the way down. It's a gentle piano opening.

Sleep continues to seep around the edges of his mind. He's warm, warm like off-season evenings spent wrapped up in each other's arms on Sebastian's couch, someone's head resting on someone's chest, their heartbeats slowly finding a single rhythm. He can feel Sebastian next to him, radiating home even in the middle of nowhere.

Sebastian sings when he's alone -- when Charles is asleep.

And he does it now, switches from humming along with the jazz instrumental to singing.

His voice is rough, the words weak in their quietness. He never wants to disturb Charles when he finally falls asleep, even if it's with a lullaby.

I love you For sentimental reasons. I hope you do believe me, I'll give you my heart.

He sings I love you like the first time he said it Charles, under a sky so different than this one. He sings it like it's only for Charles's ears, like the rest of the world doesn't deserve to know what happens between them. With wobbly edges and wide-eye earnestness, Sebastian sings along.

Charles's cheeks flush pink, familiar warmth blooming in his chest.

The road flies by under their tires, headlights pointed towards an infinitely long and impossibly straight road that stretches beyond the horizon. And yet, in this single moment beneath these specific stars, Sebastian sings for Charles -- even if he doesn't think he can hear it.

A smile pulls at the corner of his lips, sappy and small.

Sebastian talks to him, when he thinks he's asleep.

"My parents used to dance in the kitchen to this song, after they thought we were asleep," He whispers, and Charles knows he's slowly moving his head to the music. Sebastian always does. "It was the most beautiful thing in the world."

I think of you every morning, Dream of you every night. Darling, I'm never lonely Whenever you are in sight.

And in that moment, as Sebastian reaches a feather-light hand to rest on Charles's thigh, they've created a moment even more beautiful -- or perhaps just beautiful in its own way. In the scant weeks before they're thrust back into the constant scrutiny and intensity of the season, they've created their own little kitchen, danced to their own song.

With the endless expanse of the American unknown behind and before them, in the warmth of the summer night and Sebastian's voice, they're in love.

[speragus]

@liwatala Hi!! Thank you for your kind words :) i can’t post your ask because i wanna hoard it away forever and look at it for some inspiration when i’m feelin down! maybe print it out and eat it for power….

Thank you for making my day!

[sigmoon]

your work is worth reading, even if it takes a long time youve got a life, AND taking a long time also means more attention to detail and just making it a nicer story bc youve taken your time

Thank you, I really appreciate you saying this! I’m just really envious (in a good way) of writers who have a writing schedule that is even the slightest bit more neat and organized than mine, and manage to write consistently and publish more regularly, without lacking quality and attention to detail. Especially when they don’t write full-time.

I know I’m not completely at fault for this, because while also having a life, my adhd is hijacking my brain and I feel like it’s gotten worse over the years, so even if I have the time, most of my energy is used up by “living”, if that makes sense (executive functioning, social interactions, working, having to plan and organize my irl obligations…)

[tarucore]

my new job that i’ve been very busy at is right next to a comic store and I haven’t been to one since getting back into comics, however my job has me ending up covered in dirt and sweat and leaves so all I can do is stare longingly at the shop after I do my silly little backbreaking manual labor

[lunarlivs]

kris's application for the job of one of liv's brain rats:

apparently my name means (sounds like?) the word rat in czech and i occasionally draw/write the silly little dead gay wizards from the 70s

ps: pretty please? LMAPSOHDJSLALD

OMG IM SORRY I MISSED THIS?? how???

but alas, YOU’RE HIRED🤝🤝🤝 amazing application, you can choose freely where to work😌

[enemiesoftheocean]

So… I was trying to think of any Zoro & Robin interactions post time skip and I only have these:

exchanging glances when they got to Zou

“Be a good boy” ♡

Does this count?

[starmocha]

Holding hands... It does help with dopamine production. It can also be relaxing. Thank you for being my stress relief.

[nikrei]

(Saga of the Swamp Thing 44)

Really Bruce? Forget the 'u were at his wedding' thing, his kid is on a super hero team with ur kid!! He's bankrolling it!!! Ur both rich bastards who would know each other socially!!

[livelaughlovefootball]

Guys the Formula 1 championship is ON

[sexynetra]

Happy Dada day :))))

[gopsnippers]

are you in gitm discord server….

I AM NOT YET 16 DEAR FROGGIE!!! give me like. till the 11th of april n i'll b there i prommy <333333