#god i love these snippets

[joejhang]

my favourite bits of the unhinged kandreil draft snippet

honestly this is a goldmine of insane moments. love nora for this.

THEIR BANTER THO

good to know neil's always been a cunty diva

it's giving you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you. r.i.p. kandreil au kevin you truly had infinite rizz.

the way i feel like i've been sledgehammered

andreil still going strong

the way they have me giggling and twirling my hair kicking my feet booktok couples could only DREAM of having this kinda chemistry

i don't think i need to say anything

[anniebass]

It’s a big bed. A California King, funnily enough a few inches narrower than King, but longer — can't help being a size queen, Steve — and one of the first joint purchases they made, as Eddie insisted his previous bed was haunted, too many bodies, invisible stains, et cetera. Not that Steve much asked for details. Well, wasn’t exactly a joint purchase, Eddie wouldn’t allow him to chip in beyond the bedding, but, eh. Picked together. Comfy. Spacious, big enough to not touch at all; a touching sentiment, because it rarely occurs in their shared bed. There's always some point of contact, a hand, a foot nudging him, a leg swung over his. Innocently.

forgot to post this one, middle aged men engaging in corny pillow talk, from a standalone installment of middle aged man yaoi

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[bunnykaye]

Bridgerton 3x07 | Joining of Hands written by Geetika Tandon Lizardi Script-To-Screen (5/?) (script courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library)

[leons-art-pit]

thinking about the porty clone and also mixtape <3

not completely sold on the full body design i've made for porty, but i wanted something different than just pants. if i keep drawing mixtape, or just porty, that might change

[a-haunting-of-endermen]

“Tails, you’re a child… I think. I’m not giving you caffeine.” Stone glanced at his watch, interest piqued. Something urgent; some sort of intel? From one of his sworn enemies? Stone ignored the way his heart fluttered in his throat. Tried to, at least. “How about this — I’ll make you a chicory latte and close up a little early. Wednesdays are slow, anyway.”

The fox’s ears perked up. “That sounds amazing!” He settled down at a table close enough to the counter, so he could still talk to the man. “...what’s chicory?”

Stone smiled a little at that, happy to indulge the question pertaining to his skillset — and the bevy from the curious critter that would mostly likely follow — while he prepared the root, milk, and latte-etching stylus. It gave his hands and his mind something to do while the other patrons wrapped up their business and left, eventually leaving the pair alone.

I'm writing, yall??? I'm actually gettin' it done.

[noxiousgrace]

Cale is a man on a mission to make me cry as much as possible

"The records he had buried in his mind "

B R O

THIS MAN- *unintelligible sobbing and gibberish*

Idc if I'm reading this novel for the 3rd time, it still plays with my heart like it's a GODDAMN BASKETBALL

I'm so happy that he can finally let go of some of his grief 😭 he needs a break

(chap 424 when he cries after talking to lsh for the first time since his death)

[wikitpowers]

SENDING A BIG (HUGE, GINORMOUS) THANK YOU TO ALL THE TSC ARTISTS WHO DREW EVIL!TY FROM THE EXCERPT, JUST KNOW THAT ILY ALL AND I THANK U FOR UR SERVICES 🫡🫶🏻

[lacecap]

something about this seems familiar to you

[grokebaby]

And in her moments of weakness she knows God allows to hold him inside her bloody little fists

[tinyplanetss]

epic did not lie, odysseus really was athena's favorite little guy huh

[mosshook]

snapshot: the rain isn't relenting anytime soon. reigen asks serizawa a question.

;

Serizawa lifts his window blinds, frowning at the clouded mist clouding the glass. From above, the sky’s a darkened gray, with lightning flashes filling the horizon. “Looks like the rain isn’t letting up.” 

“Huh.” From his spot on the couch, Reigen tilts his head, stance oddly reminiscent of a curious dog. He rests his palm against his cheek, considering, before clearing his throat. There’s a note of something much too airy, borderline nervous, in his words when he asks, “Is it alright if I stay here until it clears?” 

He’s stayed here before, sometimes for whole days. But still, Reigen asks, just to make sure that he’s welcome and can linger here, in Serizawa's home. He always asks so he can hear the quiet, ready response of: yes, you can stay.

You can always, always stay.

Serizawa’s finger slips loose from the blinds. He turns his head, meeting Reigen's searching eyes. A warm ache blooms beneath his ribs.

“Of course you can," Serizawa says.

Reigen laughs, face flushed pink. “Thank you.” With that, he flops onto his back, popping it loudly. A content smile crosses his face as he yawns. “C’mere, then. Looks like we’ve got a free evening to ourselves for once.” 

“For once?” Serizawa settles beside him, knocking their legs together as he pulls Reigen into his chest. “You see me every day. We say goodbye at the office every night.” 

Reigen’s eyes close, but his smile widens, lips pulling back to reveal a flash of teeth. “Yeah, but relaxing.” He rearranges his legs until they’re in Serizawa’s lap and nestles his face into Serizawa's neck. “It’s nice. We should do it more often.”

"Mm," Serizawa hums, running his fingers through Reigen's dry hair. It's become familiar, over these past few weeks; the soft, steady warmth of Reigen's body against him. "We should."

[kitsunesakii]

Printer issues

Chapter 1

(A conversation between Sasha and Micheal before the siege of Jane Prentiss)

Sasha stared as the printer sputtered and grunted. A pause, another sound before silence. She grumbled and hit the roof of the printer a second time. Nothing. A small mechanical shutter and then nothing. Sasha let out an exasperated sigh and sat back. It was unbelievable that she could hack into anything Jon asked her to, but she was thwarted by a damn printer. She considered bugging Elias about it but she wasn't in the mood to deal with him. If she wanted the details to the statement printed, she'd have to use the printer at the desk to artifact storage.

Just lovely.

Sasha dragged her hands through her hair as she made her way to the other end of the Institute. She didn't have to pretend she enjoyed the place. It wasn't... Natural. She had figured out that much. And not just because of the worm infestation gathering outside the walls of the Institute. She had felt it before as well. She sensed it when they had followed up on statements only to find the person dead or missed. She had noticed it when at her desk and it felt like a thousand eyes staring daggers into the back of her head. And she noticed it now as she sat behind the Artifact storage reception desk and logged in, praying desperately that the printer would connect and behave in a timely manner.

The printer made a small wine and a short compliant huff before a paper started feeding through. Sasha dared to breathe. The paper pushed its way through and the printer made a delighted chime. She frowned. The printer paper, which should have printed out an information sheet about a drug company in relation to a health crisis, was instead a mess of colors and patterns, Sasha found it was hard to look at after a while.

Just. Bloody. Lovely.

She didn't have time to think before laughter ricocheted off of the wall and shattered through her mind. Micheal. Lord, she really needed to get paid more.

Sasha forced herself to at least try and stay calm.

"Hello again, Archivist Assistant, what leads you down here to such a place?"

She eye'd him carefully. The last interaction had left her compromised and almost dead in a graveyard and while she was safely within the Institute, she doubted that would actually be a genuine factor against him.

"The printer wasn't working." She answered rather dumbly.

He giggled and walked forward, picking up the headache of colors splattered over the paper and looking it over. "It doesn't seem broken to me." He laughed again and she felt it in her bones.

She shook her head and swallowed. "No- not this one, the one upstairs."

"Ah yes, well that one has never seemed to work." He giggled again and she managed a small frown.

What would he know about the institute's printer? She thought it was best not to ask. Instead she carefully moved towards the computer and gestured at the screen. "That's why I'm opting to use this one."

"You should try again then." His hair washed over his jaw and his shoulder as he tipped his head. His grin spreading further than the confines of his face.

Right. Sasha clicked print and watched the printer go through the motions of odd sounds before spitting out yet another distorted array of colors and shapes. Maybe she'd just be better off telling Jon he wasn't getting a paper version. Surely she could just email the details to him?

Micheal's laughter reverberated through the room as he leaned against the counter, holding his face in too long fingers.

"My, my, Assistant, whatever are you printing?"

Sasha let out a half hearted chuckle. It was too late into the day to have to deal with this. She ignored his question. "Yeah, obviously this isn't working."

"Giving up already? Oh Assistant, come on, give it another try." His smile was all teeth.

"It's Sasha." She said, rubbing her forehead.

"The printer has a name?"

"No, Micheal, my name. My name is Sasha."

He laughed again, his form spreading out like smoke before reflecting colors like glass, just transparent enough to see through whilst also noticing your reflection.

"So you say, will you try again?"

"Yes cause I'm sure it'll work better than the first two times."

"Sasha?"

She snapped her head in the direction of the voice, seeing Sally walking towards her with a concerned expression and carrying a stack of books.

"Who are you talking to?"

Sasha turned back to where Micheal was standing, except Micheal was gone and the door he had come from no longer seemed to exist. Of course.

"Oh um, no one, just talking to myself."

Sally didn't press the matter, instead disappearing down an adjacent hall. Sasha scowled and tried pressing print again, almost crying with relief as the document finally printed. Sasha quickly grabbed it and went to walk away before glancing back at the tray. Back at the two distorted pages. She grabbed those as well, folding them up and tucking them into her purse.

----------------------------------------------

"Thank you, Sasha, I'll have Martin look into the drug company's representative tomorrow."

"Great, just don't ask me to print out anything in the future, I've had quite enough to last me for a while."

Jon gave her a quizzical expression and Sasha let out a belated sigh.

"Nevermind, I'm headed home. Don't forget to feed yourself, Jon."

He muttered some backhanded response and she headed for home.

Sasha tossed her purse on the kitchen counter and started brewing a cup of tea. She spent most of the evening getting out of work mode and into comfier attire. Finally pulling out the distorted papers from her bag and looking them over. The colors were...pretty. For lack of a better word. Oddly distracting, mildly disorienting, but pretty nonetheless. She hummed and taped them to her fridge. A bit of eye-catching decoration never hurt anyone.

Chapter:

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[oh-three]

Been picking away at my current Fallout WIP. About 70-80% done rn, and with last week's news, here's a snippet:

The hand on his neck slides to his jaw, and Lucy cradles his chin when she pulls away, staying near enough to feel the puff of air that leaves his nasal cavity against her skin. She lets her hand hover there, holding his gaze, watching the remaining anger sift away into conflict. He looks…lost. Uncertain of himself, truly, for the first time since they met in Filly. Even when he’d been turning, on the final stretch to Vegas, he’d known what he wanted. What he thought needed to be done. Even if she’d disagreed with him and disobeyed the command when it was given. But now, seeing him like this… The only thing that makes sense is to hug the man. “You’re right,” she says, against his chest, eyes burning once more. “I don’t know her. And I’m sorry for offending you. I just want to help.” Somehow, Lucy keeps forgetting that being radiation-infused means he’s incredibly warm, even through his clothing. After the last few days, the contact almost makes her sleepy. She tightens her arms around him a little bit to bring her focus back, and she feels one of his hands trail up her side to settle on her upper-arm in turn- limp, just sitting there. Not accepting her or pushing her away. It’s as close to an opening as she’s gonna get. "Stay," she murmurs, the word a whisper in the wind that even she can barely hear. A word that she knows he definitely does. A word that she repeats anyway, voice wavering. "Please stay."

Series can be found here.

[bowtiepasta]

i’ve gone through the entire spectrum of emotions today and maybe even unlocked a new one i have to be deficient in some vitamin

[wynandcore]

Think I’ve fallen in love with him