#heres this

[smallethomorelikebigethoiykwim]

yeah.

[sea-side-spectre]

Re-Animator: Out of Context

i made this for my BF and he enjoyed it alot

so now you guys have it

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Something, something hands.. I couldn't think of a clever caption 🤣

Treat me maybe

[boysslove]

#แค่มองตา Please don't walk away # ขอบคุณค่ะ

[ghost-of-you]

5SOS APPRECIATION WEEK 2022:

DAY 4: favorite moments from take my hand tour.

Love is stored in shaky footage after the final bow.

[slightlyunconventional]

hello everybody. i have returned once again from my writing cave with a piece of what i can only call SHAME. this is the most self-indulgent thing i have ever produced it is pure filth (it's not really that bad) and it's also inspired by these tags from a reblog!! thank you kindly @choofeyrac :D this is dedicated to you

bound (a.k.a. k/az b/rekker is stubborn, i/nej possibly has the kink and im horny. enjoy)

K/az’s brain was saying one thing over and over - how in all hell did I get to this point? He was on his chair at his desk, blazer and waistcoat discarded on the floor, so he was simply in a crisp white shirt and black tie… with his hands tied behind his back. He was still in disbelief as to how and why he agreed to this. Cockiness had clearly got the best of him as he agreed to the bet I/nej proposed.

“Saints, Kaz, how many times have I told you to stop doing that?” she’d said, after a particularly prolonged fit of pinched-off stifles.

“More than I care to count. I’m fine,” he’d replied shortly, still sniffling.

Inej had raised an eyebrow. “You’re fine?”

He’d nodded.

“So those aren't seasonal allergies you’re suffering?” she had asked testily.

“That’s right.”

“You’re willing to bet on that?” Inej had felt rather playful that afternoon, so she’d pressed on.

Kaz had hesitated, then nodded again. “Alright.”

“Fine. Here, tomorrow evening. Seven bells exactly.”

Kaz had no idea what he had just gotten himself into, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to back down. Inej knew exactly what she wanted, and she knew she’d stop at nothing to get it.

To say Kaz was surprised when Inej was tying his hands together behind his back with a length of wide ribbon was an understatement. The gentle work of her fingers and the mist of her warm breath on his skin sent shivers up his spine. He was sure he felt her weave the satin into a bow - was it a mockery or an indulgence? Admittedly, he wasn’t particularly opposed to it either way.

Inej left the room, leaving Kaz to wonder what to do or even think. He felt rather ridiculous, hands tied, sitting at his desk in an empty room. How in all hell did I get to this point? Moments later, Inej returned with a sizable bouquet under her arm. She kicked the door shut and slid the lock into place.

“Worried yet?” she asked teasingly.

“Not at all.”

Inej smirked. “You might want to loosen your tie,” she said, nodding toward his chest.

Kaz paused, regarding her. He knew she was waiting for him to crack, but he wasn’t about to give in this early.

“I think I’ll be fine,” he said, tone flat and calm as ever.

“Suit yourself.”

Kaz folded one leg over the other, leaning back slightly in his chair as comfortably as his bound hands allowed him. He watched as Inej placed the large bunch of flowers onto the desk in front of him. He remained composed, glancing down at the flowers then back up at Inej. She simply watched.

It would be a lie if Kaz said he wasn’t at least somewhat bothered by the flowers on the desk - they were barely two feet in front of his face, for Saints’ sake. There was the faintest trace of an itch somewhere deep in his sinuses, but that wasn’t coming to fruition if he had anything to do with it. His eyes were already watering. Maybe this won’t be as easy as I expected, he thought.

“Nothing?” Inej said with a slight smile, “What a shame.”

Kaz narrowed his eyes. What was she trying to do?

“I hoped those flowers and all that tiny, tickly pollen would have at least done something to you,” she said in mocking pity, “Just imagine it all - so close to that sensitive nose of yours, feeling in every single corner, making you really, really want to-”

His breath caught.

“There it is,” Inej said, smiling. She hadn’t broken eye contact since placing the bouquet down.

Kaz refused to succumb. He ignored the stutter of his chest and the featherlike feeling in his sensitive nose. He dared a sniff, but instantly regretted it. Three staggering gasps escaped him as the fire in his sinuses grew.

“hhH-hUH-hhuUhH--!”

Inej stepped forward. “What was that?” she teased, “Need to sneeze?”

Kaz ignored her. She picked up the bouquet and sat on Kaz’s desk in its place, now holding the flowers in her lap. His chest was rising and falling quickly now with irritated, desperate gasps of breath. He did need to sneeze, terribly.

“You know you can just admit defeat now and save your dignity, right?” she said, knowing full well he wouldn’t.

Kaz drew in a deep, sharp breath, unable to hold back any longer. He quickly turned his head to the side, pressing the side of his nose awkwardly into his shoulder in a last ditch attempt at stifling.

“-hhaaAHH--huh’GNKT-shHUHh!”

“Still trying to be quiet, are we?” Inej teased, “How very polite of you.”

He fought not to roll his eyes. Inej leaned forward, and in turn so did the flowers in her lap. She whispered to him, mere millimetres from his face.

“I want you to sneeze for me.”

As if on command, a second sneeze burst from Kaz, harsh and uncovered.

“hAHh’aAHSCHHIEWw!”

Inej smiled in satisfaction. “There you go.”

He wasn’t done. The bouquet in her lap was wreaking absolute havoc as his breath snagged sharply once again.

“hhaAHDt-!!”

Nothing happened. Kaz sat in desperate anticipation, mouth open, eyes heavily lidded, nose scrunching up in tortured irritation. He felt a single allergic tear slip from his eye and down his cheek.

“Is it stuck?” Inej asked in that same pitying tone from before, “How about I help you out?”

Inej slid a single pink flower from the bouquet. Holding it by the stem, she trailed its head slowly and gently along the smooth ridge of Kaz’s right cheekbone. A few tiny hitching breaths, but no more.

“Still nothing? Hm.”

Inej led the flower and placed its head between Kaz’s eyebrows. She watched his desperation for a moment, before tracing the blossom slowly down the perfect slope of his nose. A bigger gasp. Inej was never one to leave a job unfinished - so she delicately tapped the reddened tip of Kaz’s nose with the flower. He recoiled, chest heaving.

“Hh-huhH-hhaAEHh---hAHH’HZZSCHHIEW! haH’ESSCHHHiew! hah-haHH’SCHHHUuh!”

Three violent sneezes, aimed directly downwards. The force of them bent him nearly in half at the waist and they left a fine mist of spray floating in the air. Inej breathed a quiet laugh, still leaned in close.

“I’ve never heard you sneeze like that before,” she said, almost incredulously.

“Are we done here?” Kaz asked breathlessly. Inej smirked.

“Done? We’re barely getting started.”

Inej caught the way the last drops of evening sun illuminated Kaz’s features; his coffee-brown eyes and positively destroyed nose - it was red-rimmed and damp around the edges, a state Kaz wouldn't be seen dead in otherwise. She was prepared to take all the remains of his dignity and leave them in smithereens on the floor. He was desperate, irritated, allergic, and he was under her command.

She turned back to the bouquet of flowers, scanning it. A small purple flower was selected, its petals coated in a fine layer of pollen grains, sure to reignite the embers in Kaz’s poor sinuses.

Turning back to face him, she murmured to Kaz, “Ready?”

He didn’t really have a choice. He nodded slowly.

“I don’t want to hear a sound,” she said, “hold it back for me.”

“You want me to do that without my hands?”

Inej nodded. She took Kaz’s nervous silence as an invitation to introduce the flower to his face. She trailed its tiny purple petals across his nose, sliding it down the bridge, using it to trace the rims of his nostrils. It left behind its miniscule particles of pollen. She had to admit his poor nose looked adorable scattered with the yellow traces.

It was barely moments before Kaz was hitching desperately again.

“Hahh…hAHh--!”

“Ah-ah. What did I say?” Inej said softly, her voice smooth and golden like honey.

Kaz’s eyes met hers in desperation. They were brimming with tears now.

“I-I… cah.. cahHIH’KTSCHHhiew! Hah.. haAHt- !”

Clearly Kaz was inexperienced at holding back hands-free. Inej pressed her forefinger firmly beneath his wrinkled nose. A sound escaped him - half a hitching breath, half a gasp of surprise.

“Hold it.” she said firmly.

To his credit, he really did try. He managed to regulate the next few sharp gasps, though his nose still burned with the fiery tickle, and his chest still stuttered with every tiny breath he took. Inej revelled in the image of him. He was at a total loss of control. It drove Inej crazy seeing the man she’d known to be the most pristine, sharp-cut, and composed thief in the whole of Ketterdam looking so desperate, so tortured, so incredible.

Her thoughts were cut off by Kaz’s harsh sneeze, the messy explosion crushed into her index finger.

“haH’GNKTSCHhuh! Guh… sorry.”

“Oh?” Inej cocked her head teasingly. “Sorry for what, pray tell?”

“For not- '' Kaz caught himself and closed his mouth, glaring as menacingly as he could through his allergic haze. He was still stubborn, despite having unravelled himself at his own desk in front of Inej.

She smiled. “Let’s try one more time. This time, I’ll keep the flower there, especially for you.”

He’d rather she didn’t do that. Inej picked the purple flower back up, trailing it in a figure-eight shape around his nostrils, watching its tiny grains of pollen cascade across Kaz’s reddened nose.

“H-hahh…”

“Careful there.”

Kaz repeatedly told himself he didn’t need to sneeze, didn’t want to sneeze.

“hh…ahHh-”

Inej softened her touch with the flower, tracing his nose with feather-light pressure. The itch intensified tenfold.

“Hold it for me,” Inej whispered again.

Kaz’s breathing stuttered.

“Hahh… haAHh.. p-pleahhse-!”

Inej froze. A sly smile split her face.

“What was that, Kaz?”

He could barely get a word in between heaving breaths. He shook his head.

“I won’t take no for an answer. Say that again.”

“I… ‘Nej, I-I… cah-cahhHn’t–!”

Inej was having the time of her life teasing him. “Use your words. You can’t what, Kaz?”

“C-cahh… haAHh–!”

Inej took this chance to gently poke one or two of the flower’s petals just barely inside Kaz’s nose. A sound escaped him that she never thought she’d hear - a hitch of breath so desperately vocal that it was bordering being a moan. Her face grew hot.

Kaz’s mouth was hanging wide open now, and tears were streaming down his face. He tried immensely to hold out for even just a few moments more, but it was to no avail.

“ahH’HKKSCHHIEW! hAH’SZZCHHUH! hhaAHH’SSCHIEW-ISCHHIEW-ISHHhiew!”

The sneezes volleyed through him mercilessly, tripping over one another and snapping him forward. He was forced to sneeze openly, messily, straight down into his lap, and they just wouldn’t stop. All Inej could do was watch in fascination.

“‘SCHHIEW! haH-hAHH’SZZSCHHh! hhH’ISCHHhuh!”

Kaz gestured as frantically as he could with his bound hands, hoping to signal to Inej for her to untie the ribbon. She hesitated, basking in his loss of control, but decided it best to free his hands. He’d been tortured enough. Inej went to his back, carefully undoing the bow and knots in the silky length of red ribbon. The very second the ribbon was gone, Kaz’s hands shot up to his face, slender fingers swiping away the remaining pollen that had scattered itself in and around his nose. He was still sneezing, rapid outbursts punctuating his every move.

“hAH’ISCHHhiew! ‘KZZSCHHHh!”

He tore open a drawer in his desk and produced from it a black handkerchief. Pressing it firmly to his face, he muffled a series of itchy-sounding sneezes before using it to blow his nose.

“huH’nNKSCHIEW! aH’DJSCHHh!”

Inej didn’t know someone so reserved even had the capacity to sneeze so loudly. Her face was still warm.

Kaz sighed, still constantly sniffling wetly.

“Right, you’ve-” He raised a single finger. “huHh..-haAH’IZZSCHHHiew! Saints. You’ve had your fun,” he said breathlessly, “now get out of my sights.”

“I think we’ll call that a win for me, don’t you think?” Inej said with a teasing smile.

Kaz rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

[nonbinarysoup]

[karasmassivedong]

so @thebardisabird got an ask about Totoko being a raging, hatin, lesbian and my hand moved before I really had any thoughts formed

i have a more mm pg-13 thing to post too, but i wanna color it first so

[w1tchcr4ftt]

[anfieldroad]

goodnight liverpool nation!

@alissonbear-ker @virgsson-daughter @live-laugh-loverpool

a morning treat!

[macluver69]

charmac sketch . holding hands say i cant you're telling me yes i caaannnnnnn

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Izzy takes part in Stede's "I fucked up let's have a vacation now" shenanigans after a storm knocked everything off the boat because no one listened to Izzy like they should've instead of having gay sex in the walls.

Upon reaching the beach and being told to "have fun and relax" Izzy wonders off to about 30 feet from the water and casually grabs a handful of sand and shoves it into his mouth. Most bafflingly, he looks disappointed by his own crimes and sadly spits out the wet sand and a few small rocks.

Stede stands frozen, mouth agape mid conversation with Edward. Edward turns to look at what's traumatizing his boring and uncool husband. "IZZY!" Ed yells while flailing excessively, speed walking over to his first mate. Expecting some form of sanity from this Stede relaxes before realizing Ed's leading Izzy further away from the waters to a rock formation and offering Izzy a new "better" handful of sand to which Izzy shoves into his mouth immediately and with no hesitation

[that-floating-ghost-key]

Random world-building things I have in Gala (the world I use for my writing):

Day 3:

There's a type of soda that tastes like different flowers and plants, such as lavender, rose petals, green tea, ect.

[all-fleshed-out]

POV: You ruined her entire day because you told her , no, she cannot eat the plastic grapes at the craft store. WHY ARE THEY THERE THEN??? ?

[holyarcadeglitter]

I'm sick and my laptop is fucked here's some generally unrefined hot garbage

[bisexualalienss]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes Additional Tags: Spoilers for 4x01, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Fluff and Angst, Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 03 Summary:

Curled into the warmth of Alex's neck in the back of his beat up old Chevy truck, inhaling the lingering scent of his sandalwood cologne, Michael almost felt like he was 17 again. The lingering feeling of something terrible to come was there, too, just like that summer. Still, he was more in love with Alex than ever. The falling sun was making Alex’s earring glint in the pale light, and his love for Alex was blooming in his chest, like the flowers in the desert. He could have sworn it was the summer of 2008.