#expect delays

[procrastiel]

GOOOOD MORNING!!

HAVE FUN IN LONDON und grüß den guten Herrn von mir!!

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Y’all I finally got covid 😭

[hoagiesnadwich]

happy pride!!! have some penpals art

[shelfperson]

i am literally losing it people

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Raw: where the shot leaves me gagging for the arrow

Every little thing she does is magic

And I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that

Every time I don’t, I almost do

Let it fall (3rd time in 24 hours this has played)

And then I looked and saw my sweater lyin' there upon her grave (now that’s fascinating)

(Me to Stella: “when are you gonna talk about the fact that Laurie’s name played twice on your death day?”)

Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night? Talk about the crisis in the Middle East? Do you wanna get really terrified?

Dude can we talk about Iran? How ya feeling about your latte when the brightest revolution in the world is happening and we can’t do shit for them

The ice caps are all melting and we’re gonna die(emphasized)

Do you wanna cry? I can make you cry. Do you wanna hit me baby one more time? Are you sure you want to go when You can do it with a rockstar? (This is a song of the day)

Baby, lead me by the hand

'Cause these bitches acting thirsty

You're burning out their lights and burning in their eyes

I love you all the time, I need you 8 to 9

Apparently baby’s coming back to me

You know the beat love lies before the fall

What you don't tell no one, you can tell me

Little ghost, blonde hair with lemonade tea

There's much to learn and so much to see

The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that Is far more dazzling than any light on earth - brighter even than the sun itself - and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size of the weapon..."

What are we going to do without..?

Taking my love just a touch too far

But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night

Well, no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can

And so there's no open doors, there's no way to get through

There's no other witnesses, just us two

Two ways to tell the story, no one worries

Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry

Two people talking inside your brain

Two people believing that I'm the one to blame

Two different voices coming out of your mouth (this song is at a 14)

The light bulbs burn, her fingers will learn.

The week I came to nyc let’s just say I was a mess and my anxiety was debilitating, and I ended up talking to God in a lightbulb in a rented room with no windows. And the next day I got a job that let me stay. So that’s that reference.

Never let it be said that he wasn’t willing

Well no shit, I know you miss him, girl

Now climb, climb up

Way up to see the sun(14/5)

You’ve got the teeth of the hydra upon you, get it on, bang a gong

What you know bout waking up everyday like you on a mission

And if you love yourself just know you’ll never be alone

It's no secret that the both of us

Are running out of time

So hello from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

This girl is a gun and we've been having some fun and I could show you if you turn the lights on*

“I am, I am gonna get her to me.”

The divine name I am

I can’t believe a word you say

Theses are lines from the jonathan song:

I cried for jonathan we all cried truly it made us pity him when we went to the morgue you were going to stay in our memories in a serious matter

Hands up, everybody. Because if you saw a jonathan really you were going to cry. applause he’s not dead, flying carpet flying

I’ll hold my breath til I hit the floor

Can I Knock you unconscious?

(Btw this is the song that was used to talk to me apparently about a past life where Jakk, the tarot reader and me were triplets, and Jakk was supposed to be the father of my child (apparent the writers have an incest fetish I dunno) and the tarot reader seduced Jakk while I was away and got herself pregnant by him, and God was very angry. Jakk’s name in that lifetime was sebastian, I was Christine and the TR’s past life name was Gina, you Know because the chick in the painting was actually the TR’s past life self. Yes, it’s on tape. )

[acid-ixx]

update !

a/n: yall im incredibly sorry for the extremely long delay for chapter 3, it's literally exceeding 7500 words and it's not even finished 😭 im also adding in the fact that writer's block is really kicking my ass and i cant for the life of me focus much nor am i ever satisfied with my countless drafts (literally had to rewrite so much). i swear im not losing interest in dc (or the series) it's just these days have been really hard to me hehe

uhm if u guys want a teaser, then look below !!! (spoilers duh)

the wayne manor, in all its glory, is truly just an empty palace that houses buried memories.

with walls that cover the cries of one lonely child; a child who yearns for the unreciprocated love of their family. it was a cage for a child who stalks the frigid halls without any company, who sleeps in a room too small for their age, who cries for anybody to notice the pain that they had hidden with rose colored tints for so long, who yearns for a warmth that could never be provided in the spaces of harsh, black wallpaper and harsh winters.

it will always be innately lonely, and cold.

yet it's even more sullen now, an atmosphere so empty nobody could pinpoint.

no more was the voice that sings of the butler's splendid cooking. no more was the etching of ballpens on smooth paper on an intricately designed diary that stores all the rants of one's daily life. no more were the strokes on colorful canvases that paint dreams of a different life. no more was the humming of multiple tunes every morning. no more was the presence of the ghost who water the plants every afternoon. no more were the footsteps that thud in the kitchen and the hands that opens the fridge.

and most importantly—

no more were the hushed cries of the kid who resides in the smallest room of the wayne manor.

a house could be described as a building where a unit, moreover a family, lives in; but a home is what represents comfort, a place of belonging and safety.

it was a place encased with deep, historical roots.

but right now, encased in a field of damp grass - wet from heavy rain - and the overwhelming scent of petrichor— the manor is simply a house.

for it could never be complete without the presence of the very lonely child who cries for a love never to be attained.

the wayne manor, in all its worth, would never be the same without (name) wayne, a child who had always belonged, but at the same time, always wronged.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i’m sorry but alex’s reaction to being shown a compilation of nude men and half-clothed male athletes on a french talk show is quite simply one of the best things i’ve ever witnessed

[juuuulez]

more lip x carmy x reader smut……. consider it not a direct prequel to this piece, but definitely in the same universe.. the start of their shenanigans perhaps.

so lip is your roommate: maybe you’ve managed to wrangle him into moving to a nicer area, someone safer than the south of chicago. it’s got tons of nice restaurants, you tell him! the nightlife is buzzing, public transport is (a little) cleaner, and it’s not even that far from home.

and he comes out of convenience, not because you two are anything special. he’s made that very clear. sure, you fuck around sometimes, and lip goes out of his way to make sure you’re always happy and satisfied and safe, but he’s very apparent about one fact:

lip gallagher does not do relationships.

not with you, not with anyone.

and yet, as he brings home a new girl every second night, you find yourself becoming increasingly annoyed. it was obnoxious, at this point.

the banging of his bed frame against the very thin walls, the clothes you’ll find scattered in the living room. when his fuck of the week comes out for coffee, half naked and clad in one of his shirts.

it pisses you off.

so, you decide it’s time for a little revenge.

it’s fair game, because in your mind, he started it. the plan is to find a guy, someone good looking, ideally, and have the loudest fuck of your life.

you find this man in a bar, somewhere dark with the music not too loud, just enough alcohol in your bloodstream to convince yourself this is a good idea.

tall, chiselled face, strong jaw… spiky hair…. and oh.

someone else catches your eye.

you think it’s lip, for a moment. that he’s predicted your plan and has come to squash it.

except it’s not lip.

his hair is long and curly, reminding you of lip’s from when he was younger, just a little more wild. it makes you yearn for the feeling of it between your fingers, a sorely missed sensation given that now lip insists on the buzz cut.

doesn’t matter, focus!

long story short, you manage to lure this mystery man off, with not more than some batted lashes and a sweet smile. you’d really been expecting more of a fight. regardless, it’s a win.

his name is carmy. so cute. you find it ironic that this guy has a clear aversion towards just using his actual name. and who does that remind you of?

the door closes with a slam, rattling the keys attached to the wall. “shh—” carmy whispers inbetween sloppy kisses, his hands settled on your waist as you tug him further down the hall. “don’t y’have roomates?” he asks.

“roommate, singular.” you mumble against his lips, fingers already working at the thin black tie he’s wearing.

it gets thrown to the floor, along with carmy’s jacket, and your heels. his hands find your thighs, pushing up the material of your dress, fingers hooking into the band of sheer stockings. his mouth finds your neck, mouthing hot and wet against the skin, your hand tugging at his curls.

it ends with your back pressed into the counter, the corner digging in uncomfortably, but that doesn’t matter. as far as a revenge fuck goes, you’re getting lost in the feeling, carmy’s eager hand coming up to cup your clothed cunt.

“fuck.” he grunts into your neck, grinding down against your hip. you wind a hand around to his belt loops, giving a firm tug that only presses his bulge flush with your form.

“jesus fucking christ, are you serious?”

lip squeezes his eyes shut the second he walks through the door, not wanting to see some fucking random rutting against you. there’s a grocery bag in his hand, the plastic crinkling as he tosses it towards the counter blindly, eyes still shut.

the intrusion causes carmy to recoil, his hands moving away from your body like he’d been burnt. a deep red flush comes to his face, made worse as your prying fingers persist, worming their way underneath his dress pants.

“i am serious,” you coo, looking over at lip. “this is my new friend carmy. say hello, carmy.”

“wha— what are you doing?” carmy can only squeak out, this strange mix of embarrassment and arousal thudding through his veins.

your free hand, the one not in his pants, finds the sides of his face, pinching his cheeks between your fingers. you use the grip to tilt his head, making carmy look across at lip.

and.. oh yeah, it’s starting to click now.

because, holy shit, carmy has one thought in his mind: is that me?

well, that thought, and also holy shit, her hand is still on my dick.

and lip’s going through a similar thought process, albeit with more anger, the familiar emotion stirring in his gut and overriding any of that initial confusion, because he knows you, and he knows this is some sick shit you’ve masterminded.

“bedroom, now.” he gets out, voice low and serious and commanding. it sends a tingle up your spine, one of excitement.

and you obey: grabbing carmy’s hand and tugging him along with you, despite the poor man’s confusion. because if you’re gonna be punished, he should too, right?

[phoenixmetaphor]

rookie!Leon as Mr. August, inspired by @thebrandywine ‘s fic [just like heaven]

[pangur-and-grim]

the two-headed animal pins came!

there’s still a few in stock that you can grab here

[non-un-topo]

Thinking about Them...

[nevermoorsource]

Yet another Silverborn delay has unfortunately happened, hopefully it's the last one. Here are the latest dates:

September 25th, 2024 -> October 30th, 2024 for Australia

It’s currently still September 26th, 2024 for the United Kingdom, but I honestly expect that to change as well…

The January 28th, 2025 date for America remains unchanged

[planetbots]

i havent posted neptune in a while (truthfully on purpose bc im trying to get him away from being the Fan Favorite Guy LOL) theres people in my notes who do not know what this thing is. some old doodles of him i still like for the shark crowd out there

[thyfggfy]

In season 4 his attires are pretty similar to the ones in the last season

Though you can definitely say that this time around he is leaning more into the business casual style

I don't think that was a conscious choice from the production , BUT if we were to ignore the external aspect of it , we can theorize that he was going a bit overboard trying to look put together after Allison's death.

Season 5 is easily his worst season when it comes to clothes , because it is just pretty boring .

The only real highlights are these new jackets

and this zip-up shirt

Where are his hoodies!?

Thankfully , season 6 corrects season 5's sins.

This is the season where he wears jumpers pretty consistently which makes me very happy , cuz I love jumpers.

In his final moments in the show he wears a coat

which is obviously meant to portray how mature he has become , but the shipper in me can only think how scisaac coded this is

like what do you mean Scott put his life on hold to deal with other people's bullshit ? NO! Scott and Chris are simply running a few errands. Isaac gave Scott one of his coats to keep warm .They are having dinner later with Chris and Melissa . Shut up.

In the movie his style doesn't really deviate from the one in the series.

which is fine . He essentially had to speed run growing up so it is not crazy to imagine that he will try to keep things in the middle.

Parts : Scott.1

Jackson ; Derek ; Liam ; Mason ; Theo ; Stiles.1 ; Stiles.2

[insert-goofy-trash-noise]

Let’s gooooooo~!

[forestials]

Hi! I’m absolutely in love with the way you draw Celebrimbor. Could you draw him at the forge/with the three rings?

Yes I totally can, say no more.

Also thank you so much!!