#here we gooooo

[wh0re-behavi0r]

👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫 season 4/post shooting fic rec 👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫

for @lesbiankinard ❤️

moonlight, nightmares, and tearful confessions by @gayhoediaz

just to be with you series by @woodchoc-magnum

i kinda fell half in love (and you're to blame) by orphan_account

i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove

lead me back (from the darkness) by @cinematicnomad

when the walls close in by @tawaifeddiediaz

It gets better in the dark (i feel closer to your heart) by @mellaithwen

if you love me, say it first by @lesbiankinard

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies

The Scroll of Saint Barnabas by @runawaymarbles

this must be the place by euadnes

The Song of Orpheus and Eurydice series by @elvensorceress

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? by @hoediaz

waiting for the hint of a spark by @fallingthorns

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MOST [REDACTED] BRACKET FINAL ROUND!

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

The Skeleton on Horseback

Pictured on the Death tarot card is always a skeleton riding a horse, carrying a black flag with a white flower on it. Sometimes, there is a rising sun and/or sad people (including a child) in the background.

Death is indeed one of the more melancholy cards of the deck, as it resembles an end. But the rising sun offers hope for a new tomorrow, a new beginning.

based on this tweet

[batset]

Femslash February: Day 1!

[dindjarindiaries]

We’re officially in the single digit day countdown for season 3

[livingiris]

"O-oh, thank you, Hancock." Said dog stands before Iris with a smug look, dead groundhog in mouth. "I'm sure this will be very... useful..." She praises sarcastically, her gloved hands reaching for the offered carcass.

[sinnabee]

oh...? looks like someone's up past their bedtime

[blood-inthefields]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tissaia de Vries & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Keira Metz, Margarita Laux-Antille Additional Tags: No Medical Knowledge, Don't Try This At Home, tw: suicide attempt Summary:

When she finds Tissaia on the floor surrounded by her own blood, Yennefer’s first instinct is to run to her, so she does. Her knees sink to the floor and she wails, cradling Tissaia’s body, hovering over her as if to shield her from harm. But the harm is done, and Tissaia’s the culprit, and Yennefer curses her name.

[angie-long-legs]

"No one touches what's mine."

prompt from @hazbinned

cont. from here

Of course it wouldn't last.

That was the first thought to cross Angel's mind as he was confronted by his owner, seething with fury as the truth lay bare before them.

Of course it wouldn't last. Of course it had to be ruthlessly shattered in front of him, just like every other beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege of calling his own.

Had he been an idiot to hope that maybe it would? To wish that somehow, through some Heavenly miracle, the pure bliss of falling in love would fill the rest of his eternity? Perhaps he was an idiot. In the cold light of day, he had to be. This was Hell. And since he had first set foot down here, every hope he had known had come crashing down around him as that gloating inner voice told him he was stupid for expecting anything else.

But he had been so, so careful. He was well aware of how dangerous it would be for Valentino to find out about his relationship with Husk, and he did his damndest to hide it. But Val knew Angel. He could tell something had shifted, that this wasn't the same Angel Dust whose strings he could so easily pull to get exactly what he wanted. So, when Angel had been called into his dressing room unexpectedly, the dread that washed over him was a mere omen of the misery to come.

The room was completely ransacked. Every drawer upturned, clothes strewn everywhere, makeup spilling over the lurid flooring to form ugly stains the colour of bruises. The moth demon was calm, statuesque even - utterly juxtaposed against the chaos of his surroundings. He did not so much as look up from his phone as Angel entered the room - he simply began reading aloud from it. And then Angel's heart dropped.

That was his phone.

They were texts between him and Husk.

In that moment, Angel conceded that he was fucked. He had lost the fight before it had even started. He was used to Valentino's anger, his spontaneous temper tantrums, and petty fury. But this was no such rage. This meant something. This was harrowing.

"Val, it ain't how it looks," Angel started, quiet with fear and instinctively backing away. Yeah, that old cliché, he thought, furious at his own mind as it short-circuited from sheer blind panic, utterly useless in thinking of a single believeable lie. He smiled benignly - his only weapon in this battle. A wooden sword against a rhinestoned revolver.

"It was just a- a fling! It ain't serious, ya gotta believe me!"

[rosehathawhey]

[hinny-canons]

@corneliaavenue-ao3 ‘s Several Sunlit Daylights

Debut: Stay Beautiful

Making paper chains for Christmas was always a long, but fun task. Ginny always took responsibility for it and she never used magic to make them.

She got all of her materials and set them out on the table and got to work.

Her work was stopped short when Harry entered the room and saw what she was doing. “Hey, Gin,” he said. “What are you making?”

“Paper chains,” she said, looking up at him. “I just started making them.”

“That’s nice. Do you need any help?”

Usually, Ginny would say no, since she liked to do it by herself. But this was Harry. She’d do anything to spend time with Harry.

She scooted over on the floor to make some room for him. “You can make them with me,” she smiled.

Harry grinned. “Great! You’re gonna have to tell me how first, though.”

She told him how to do it quickly and he caught on pretty quick. She came to realize that Harry was a fast learner.

“So, you’ve never made any Christmas decorations before?” Ginny asked, making a conversation.

“No, the Dursleys weren’t too big on making them yourself when they could just buy it.”

“They sound like no fun.”

“They weren’t fun at all. That’s why I like it here better, it’s more lively and happy.” Ginny was so happy to hear that Harry felt comfortable at the Burrow. He deserved to have a safe place. “And I love spending time with you and Ron.”

Hearing him say that he loved to spend time with her, made her heart flutter. Not to mention he was looking at her rather tenderly, his eyes like a jungle she could get herself lost in.

Ginny just smiled at him. “I love spending time with you as well. I think I’ve gotten to know you better recently.”

“Yeah, it’s been nice. However, I will never forget the time you had a crush on me and wrote me poems,” he smirked.

“Oh, please, forget it!” Ginny groaned. “It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, my poem about you read in front of everyone!”

“It was rather cute.”

Ginny looked at him. She couldn’t believe he thought it was cute! Eleven-year-old Ginny would die if she heard that. Fifteen-year-old Ginny however just has butterflies in her stomach.

“I’m glad you think that and never said it to my little self out loud. She would have died.”

Harry laughed. “No, it was a nice gesture. Most girls at school just like me because I’m the Chosen One, or whatever. None of them have said my eyes are as green as fresh pickled toads.”

Ginny stared at him in astonishment. “You still remember it!”

“Of course, I do! I still have the poem in my bag.”

Okay, Ginny didn’t know how much more of this she could take before falling head over heels for Harry Potter!

They continued making the paper chains when Ginny started talking again. “For the record, I don’t think girls only like you because you’re the Chosen One.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard the way the girls talk about you in the Common Room. They usually gush about how pretty you are or how sweet you are.”

Ginny saw the slight blush rise on his cheeks. “Really? Well, that’s new.”

Ginny looked at the way he smiled and got back to the paper chains. She knew he was very pretty and that he needed to hear it from someone. His hair is perfect, everyone knows that. His eyes are Ginny’s favourite colour. His smile is like the radio.

Does he know? Will he ever know?

“Well, I think you’re beautiful, Harry,” she blurted out.

Harry’s eyes lit up as he looked at her. “Thank you.” If his cheeks were red before, they were definitely red now. “I, uh…I think you’re beautiful as well. Very beautiful.”

Ginny felt like she was gonna melt in a puddle of happiness with how softly he was looking at her.

She wanted him to stay beautiful like this, looking at her like she was a treasure.

[dindjarindiaries]

HAPPY MANDALORIAN EVE

[kimmiessimmies]

"Release" will go live from Friday 3 November 13.00 / 1 PM GMT+1 onwards. And it's looooooooong!

[goddamnshinyrock]

T-12 hours for moving across the country! the car is packed, I am Ready, girlfriend is awaiting me... and this will be a test of whether or not sleeping in the back of a honda fit is reasonable, as thanks to heavy rains in CA I've set up the back of my car for hashtag vanlife

[remyfire]

Series: Some Things Are Evergreen

Chapter: 3/6

Ship: Hawkeye Pierce/BJ Hunnicutt, Hawkeye Pierce/OFC (background)

BJ turns his head. After a moment, he lowers his gaze to the ground instead. "I wish we didn't have to do it like that." "Do it like what?" "Turn it into a goddamn game! Not just talk about it." Hawkeye takes a step closer. "Who was dodging my questions earlier?" "Who's doing it now?" BJ snaps as he shoots a glare at him. "Is this just gonna be tit for tat for the rest of the time that you and I are together?"

As Hawkeye and BJ sink deeper into their new casual sexual relationship, the nature of how they've related to each other up until now begins to change. Old tricks from their pasts no longer work the way they remember. Ghosts haunt the edges of their memories. Pockets of private time are fewer and farther between. And ultimately, come hell or high water, they'll either learn how to use their words or they'll lose everything before it even really begins.