#flashback wednesday

[ktvifox2celebrating70yearsstl]

Opening of NewsCenter 2 with Donn Johnson, 1980

[0rent]

This will be the first post for Flashback Wednesday, Where I'll show off some old art.

This drawing was my first Digital Drawing I made it 3 years ago, Its a Drawing of me as a Pokémon Trainer, The reason I drew it was because I was playing Pokémon Sword, And I thought "Hey I should draw myself as a Pokémon Trainer" and I did, I was planning on drawing my Pokémon Team too but I forgot to do it, so it ended up just being me as a Pokémon Trainer.

[blucoded]

i hope this reaches its extremely niche target audience

[autisticburnham]

How HRT works in Starfleet (23rd century editon)!!!

[milfsloverblog]

Fear not, Larissa Weems lovers, for last night I have dreamt that Larissa would be in season 2 of Wednesday!

[jtl-fics]

WAIT PLS I NEED MORE OF MATH NERD ANDREW ASKING ABT NEILS “mystery guy” 😭😭 Andrew hating on himself is hilarious

WIP Wednesday 1/31/24 (Closed) | Math Nerd AU

There is one piece of evidence that is far worse than anything else on the table as far as Andrew is personally concerned.

The picture of Drake's corpse.

It isn't the corpse itself but the shirt in Drake's hand. The shirt that Andrew last saw Alex in. His heart hammers in his chest and the Detective immediately yells at the cop to stop letting Andrew look at the pictures.

"He's far too young to see this!" The Detective cries as if Andrew hadn't been those children himself at one point, just never with Drake.

Andrew turns away and leaves with the officer mind racing.

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @whatsintheboxmh @inkweedandlizards @heartstringsduet @thisbuildinghasfeelings @sznofthesticks @orchidscript @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @three-drink-amy @lemonlyman-dotcom and @alrightbuckaroo 🧡

This is from Chapter 12 of Where All This Love Comes From - which I will be posting on Sunday 🥰

TK has a few things that he leaves here these days. A spare pair of jeans – ever since an incident with a jar of salsa. A few t-shirts in the drawer above the sex toys. A couple of hoodies. A toothbrush, of course, in a little blue cup alongside Carlos’. A raincoat – ever since an incident with a torrential downpour. Knowing he’d be staying over for a couple of nights, and that they’d be hosting his parents for his birthday meal, he arrived with a duffle bag that contains his favorite pink button up. But it’s cold in Austin today – the first true cold snap he’s experienced since moving from New York in the spring. He gets up from the bed, slips on a pair of gray boxers – smirking as he catches Carlos checking him out in the mirror – and opens the door to Carlos’ closet.

“Can I wear this, this evening?” TK asks, picking out a black sweater with thin white horizontal stripes.

Carlos stops fussing over himself and turns to TK, looking at him with shiny-eyed wonder. “You want to wear my sweater?”

“Do you mind?” TK asks while in the process of putting it on and returning to the bed where he’d dumped his jeans.

He hears Carlos’ tread – and already knows what's going to happen before Carlos' strong arms scoop around him. He’s howls a laugh when he's thrown onto the mattress, bouncing as Carlos collapses over him and pushes his hands up inside his own sweater on TK’s body. TK opens his mouth, inviting for Carlos to shove his tongue inside. They laugh into a sloppy kiss, Carlos’ hands feeling around under TK so he can squeeze his ass. 

TK screeches and Carlos accidentally headbutts him – proceeds to cover his forehead with kisses, kissing his nose for flourish. “Sorry I’ve been grouchy on your birthday. I’ve just never done the whole meeting-the-parents thing before, like this. A boyfriend’s parents. It’s just–” suddenly, he clams up. Swallows hard. Gazes into the corner of the room like a ghost stands by the mirror. His expression is enough to make TK turn to face whatever Carlos is looking at, but it’s nothing. Only shadows. “It just matters,” he finishes.

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[umseb]

sebastian vettel speaks to journalists on media day, monaco - may 23, 2018 📷 mark sutton / motorsport images

[umlewis]

📷 @.pwehrlein / twitter - april 13, 2016

[scatterbrainedbot]

Rat Sons AU: Character Introductions

Hamato Sho aka The Ancient One

more rambling & sketches:

(Had a bit of fun merging 03's Ancient One with bits of Rise's Splinter and Grandpa Sho, then started working on his origin story and was like fuck it! Guardians from 03! But for the Council of Heads from rise! but who are actually kinda more like the Ninja Tribunal from 03!! if they oversaw the world like the Guardians/Utroms! but were also kinda corrupt and uncaring of the lives of mortals and

the good news is now theres world building lore happening i guess, not just character lore??? is that good news??)

anywho, this is Grandpappy Sho!!

He's a little bit of a gremlin. Kinda rude, kinda sarcastic, kinda feral, and kinda very much had it with catering to the rules of 'polite society.' Basically, dudes survived some shit and has now decided that he will make that everyone elses problem too (/affectionate)

He lowkey resents his lineage and how he was raised, in the sense that he often wonders what life he could have lived if his youth was not fully devoted to "becoming someone worthy of the Hamato name." But he's actively trying to let go of all that and focus on being whoever he wishes in the present. Hence, gremlin.

A gremlin that is also, however, a freakin fantastic father figure (he swore to himself that his girl will literally never have to think about 'earning' any name, Hamato or otherwise; if she wants it, it is already hers, and wether she choses to keep it is entirely her own choice)

lol a lot of that was in present tense wasnt it? but yall know that aint quite true.....

tho, it might not quite be wrong exactly either...

[rat sons au masterpost]

(easier to read/separated contents below the cut! (super long))

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HAMATO SHO aka THE ANCIENT ONE

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Pronouns: He/Him

Age:???

Color Motif: ~desaturated sea foam green~

Last heir of the Hamato Clan lineage (by blood, at least)

As a young man, he spent decades training tirelessly to become a master of ninjutsu, molding himself into a perfect soldier, fully dedicated to maintaining his family's status as one of the most powerful names in Japan

Was selected to become a Guardian — an elite warrior chosen by the immortal Council of Heads to serve as an agent of their will. He served them for several years, increasingly resentful of their corruption and disregard for mortal lives

Abandoned his post after the death of a fellow Guardian (Tang Shen's biological father)

Disillusioned with both the Council of Heads and the world at large, Sho shifted his priorities from serving a 'Greater Good,' to serving his own needs and desires (and those of the people he cares about). He became very openly sarcastic, cynical and crass (he also found the way this horrified the neighbors to be freaking hilarious)

Did not think he would be well suited for caring for a child and really only expected to serve as a temporary shelter for Tang Shen until a proper family could be found for her, like maybe a few months or so at most?

Jokes on u, old man. Guiding a young Tang Shen through the routines of their daily life, watching her interact with the animals of the farm, teaching her how to do tasks so mundane he'd long since stopped thinking about them, Sho found he enjoyed the role of a parent more than anything else he'd ever done

Given his own experiences with abusive powers, Sho raised Tang Shen to be a very independent thinker, encouraging her to pursue her own sense of right and wrong, and to always be wary of those in power.

Though he trained her in both ninjutsu and the mystic arts (the good kind), Sho's greatest hope was to raise Tang Shen to make her own choices, and enjoy a life free of ancestral burdens or any ghosts from his past

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As a Guardian, Sho underwent what he would later call an 'involuntary spiritual awakening.'

This granted Sho use of the Council’s powerful mystic techniques through the manipulation of his own spirit and will. These teachings were a highly coveted secret, granted only to those in the final stage of becoming a Guardian, and they were often deadly to learn

The Council taught that a human could only access the mystic arts if granted the ability through Their own will, that the technique was one of faith, a sort of forfeiting one's own spirit in exchange for power

Sho, along with Tang Shen's bio dad (oomph he needs a name), discovered a way to refine the techniques of the Council, to create their own source of mystic power without the Council’s influence, pulling from their own faith, emotions, and spiritual connections

Naively, the two told the Council of their findings. They believed that this new method of accessing the mystic arts would be a great benefit to both current and future Guardians, as it was far less damaging to the human body and mind

The Council disagreed.

Weapons that do not depend on you for ammunition are weapons that can turn against you, after all.

[paperstorm]

Tagged by @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses and @lemonlyman-dotcom, thanks loves 💛

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“Shit,” Carlos hisses, teeth digging lightly into TK’s shoulder as TK feels him come unexpectedly, hips twitching and breathing heavily into TK’s skin. 

TK exhales shakily. He takes Carlos’s hand, threading their fingers together and holding them against his own stomach as Carlos pants behind him and TK blinks in the darkness.

“Sorry,” Carlos whispers, kissing TK’s shoulder in apology.

“It’s okay,” TK whispers back. He turns his head, craning his neck to capture Carlos’s lips in a kiss. “Love the way that feels, even through the condom.”

They haven’t done it any other way they’ve been here, it’s gone unsaid but TK gets the sense Carlos is terrified of Owen finding dried come in the sheets, but TK meant what he said anyway.

Carlos lets go of his hand his fingers trail lower, wrapping around TK’s cock and stroking slowly. “What can I do for you?”

“Just this.” TK clenches around Carlos’s still hard cock inside him, grinding back against it with small rolls of his hips so it rubs his prostate as Carlos strokes him.

“I wanted to make you …”

“This feels so good, baby,” TK interrupts. He kisses Carlos, hard and dirty, feeling satisfyingly close to him as Carlos’s fist slides over his over sensitive cock.

“Okay.” Carlos’s tongue drags along his and when TK comes a minute later it’s slower and quieter than it could have been, but it still washes warm waves of pleasure over his body, cradled in Carlos’s embrace.

When Carlos finally pulls out of him and gets up, he reaches over the side of the bed and wraps a hoodie around his waist like it’s a bath towel. TK watches him move across the room, watches as Carlos peeks out through a crack in the door before he slips out and toward the bathroom.

TK exhales noisily, rolling onto his back and staring up at the shadowy ceiling. He lets his fingers drum on his own stomach for a moment, before he props his head up on one hand, tugging the sheet up over his waist, and waits. Carlos returns after a few minutes, a sheepish expression on his face as he quickly slips back into their room and locks the door behind him. He removes the hoodie and tosses it toward the hamper, and TK whistles suggestively at him as Carlos’s fully nude form is revealed again. Even in darkness he’s stunning, shoulders broad and hips narrow and softened cock heavy between his legs.

“Keep it down,” he whisper-laughs, going to the bureau for a clean pair of boxers before climbing back into bed with TK. He never sleeps naked, here. TK does all the time, but Carlos is always careful to at least be wearing underwear.

He rolls over him, pressing TK back into the mattress and kissing him.

“Can’t help it,” TK murmurs into their kiss. “I’m sleeping with the fucking sexiest guy in the whole state.”

Carlos doesn’t answer. He kisses TK slowly, lazily, and then drags his lips along TK’s jawline and barely whispers, “M’sorry I … next time I’ll do it right.”

TK doesn’t understand what he’s talking about for a moment, until he realizes and a knot forms in his stomach. “Baby,” he murmurs, smoothing his hand over Carlos’s messy, sweat-damp curls. “You’re good. I had fun, we’re good.”

When Carlos stays silent, TK shoves him playfully back and rolls on top of him.

He kisses Carlos roughly, teasing, “We could go again if you really wanna make it up to me.”

They both freeze as the sound of footsteps on the stairs shatter the mood. Neither move a muscle until the sound disappears, TK’s father having reached the top and heading toward his own bedroom at the other end of the hall.

Carlos’s hands fall away from TK’s back and TK sighs and rolls off him. They lie next to each other in silence for a minute, until Carlos again whispers, “I’m sorry.”

TK squeezes his eyes shut and his hands into fists at his side just for a second, and then he shifts back over and snuggles into Carlos’s arms, head resting on his chest. 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” TK tells him, kissing Carlos’s nipple and then setting in his embrace. “We’re okay.”

“Okay,” Carlos answers. He holds TK close and kisses TK’s forehead, and TK can’t tell if Carlos believes him but he nuzzles into him and closes his eyes and doesn’t ask.

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[ktvifox2celebrating70yearsstl]

NewsCenter 2 - St. Louis, Missouri, 1978

[velvet-china-doll]

Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.

Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.

And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires.

Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

[ndostairlyrium]

I was tagged by @greypetrel and another person but I can't find you in the mentions, I'm sorry love ;A; you're allowed to curse @ me in the replies lol

This Wipednesday... Wednesdip? WIPsday? I would call it "Mercoledì in corso" tho, I feel like I'm allowed to use my native language from time to time. For science <<'

Anyway, outfits! Just outfits, with a filter because of reasons lol

I have "a couple" more, but I'm still detailing them, you'll see everything when it's ready hahah <3

[ghostoffuturespast]

Tagged by @morganlefaye79! Thank you! 🧡

@merge-conflict I blame you and your sonorous midwest accent for this, so consider yourself tagged lol.

Been working very slowly on the next chapter of So It Goes and I'm not at a point where I have much else to share since the last time, but the brainworm bit me real bad on something else. So here's something a little different. Probably won't get into the meat of this one for a while, but I couldn't help starting it... This is what I get for listening to Orville Peck on repeat.

Behold my abysmal Texan!

It was an indisputable fact – that from a very young age – Robert John Linder fucking hated his name. Robert. Rob. Bob. Bobby. Linder. Moron. Dumbass. Motherless son of a bitch. He’d been called just about every variation of the name 'Robert' you could think of underneath the goddamn Texas sun. The problem was, over the course of sixteen years and being the troublemaker he was, he’d just gotten into the habit of always answering when someone said his name. And habits, especially the bad ones, well, sometimes they’re just plain hard to break. Like now for instance. Behind the football equipment shed of A&M Consolidated High School, where Robert was trying to enjoy the auditory company of The Plasmatics with the pack of smokes he’d stolen from his dead beat excuse of an old man.

Also, I miss drawing.

Tagging, but no pressure: @luvwich @fly-amanitaa @seeker-of-truth @shimmer-like-agirl @therealnightcity @wanderingaldecaldo @medtech-mara @mynonsenseistingling @tarmac-rat

Does not have to be writing or CP2077 stuff but whatever creative thing you're working on rn and wanna share! I wanna see 👀

[jtl-fics]

Happy wednesday! How is our math nerd? (Or small andrew foe that matter)

WIP Wednesday 3/13/24 (CLOSED) | Math Nerd AU

Even Andrew's visceral attraction to him made more sense now that he realizes that Neil has been Alex this whole time. He has thought about what he'd say to Alex for ages. He'd run the gambit on reactions from angry, to upset, to relieved, to well a full on confession.

"Alex." he greets.

Alex blinks up at him, "My name is Neil."

"It was Alex."