#ily pals

[almostfoxglove]

❤️‍🩹 find the challenge masterlist here. ❤️‍🩹 check out the challenge hashtag here.

A LITTLE NOTE ON ANGST!

hello sweet friends! just wanted to pop in because our original "deadline" is approaching (August 31st) and I want to hopefully put some of you at ease.

this deadline is make believe and not a hard cut-off. which is to say, if your entry isn't going to be ready by then, THAT IS TOTALLY OKAY.

this challenge is meant to be silly and fun and only painful in the angst-in-a-fic way, not in the real life way. so there's no pressure. need more time? you've got it! not sure when you'll ever find the muse? don't sweat! if you post a decade from now or never, I love you just as much.

okay, that's all. I LOVE YOU! thank you for signing up & participating in my silly challenge. hosting this introduced me to so many friends I now cherish and I'm so grateful for it ❤️‍🩹

hugs, freya xx

tagging some participants below!

@ovaryacted @guiltyasdave @sizzlingcloudmentality @burntheedges @thundermartini

@ozarkthedog @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall

[gardenerian]

@celestialmickey tag game tuesdays are good for the soul. ty for the tag macy and my loves @metalheadmickey + @energievie 🥳

name: melbert

age: get off my lawn

where are you from originally? north carolina, by way of tennessee

your go-to coffee, tea, or soda of choice: my blood is like 85% iced chai by now

your comfort film: hmm. depends on the mood? bright star is a go-to. ily, fictional john keats. the royal tenenbaums is another. and if six-hour miniseries count, then add bbc p&p to the list 🥰

how many siblings do you have? bleeerggghh. one? perhaps three? it's complicated.

if you could take a vacation anywhere, where would it be? listen. it's always ireland. unless i am not allowed to say ireland, in which case it's spain. or greece. or italy! or PEI. i just wanna TRAVEL.

last song you listened to: if i should fall from grace with god by the pogues (we're havin a real irish moment today ok lig sé tarlú)

do you believe in aliens? yes but i am NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.

what about ghosts? see above

it’s 2am. you can’t sleep. you get up to get a snack. what is it? a classic pb&j often does the trick for me

and finally, share something you’ve done/made recently that you’re proud of: i spoke at a conference last week and my brain has been fully reprogrammed asjkdfh we're makin PLANS even though it is perhaps FOOLISH

feeling a little tag shy but tag me anyways and gimme all the deets. ty i look forward to being nosey 😇

[evanbuckwad]

how cool is it that i couldn’t pick most of you out of a lineup but here i am thinking of you <3

[clownpalette]

Felt silly thought you would like 🤭💜

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT *EXPLODES* /POS

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @diazsdimples @giddyupbuck and @wikiangela. Thank you lovelies mwah 😘

Have a little something from LA Lonely -> this is after the fun and orgasms of Buck and Eddie’s hook up. Still don’t know if I’m going to go full spice 🌶️ or just do a quick little run down of things.

Prev snippet & mood board here

Buck expects him to start pulling his clothes on and to give him the whole “this was fun, but I gotta bounce” speel, but Eddie surprises him by climbing back into bed and nudging Buck to roll onto his side so Eddie can scoot up behind him and hold him.

Buck freezes for a moment because no one does this. They have their fun and then they leave. They don’t stay and they definitely don’t cuddle.

Eddie must feel him go tense because his hold loosens and he moves as if he’s about to pull away. “Is this okay?”

Buck grabs at the arms that are wrapped around him, stopping Eddie’s descent. “Y-yeah. It’s-it’s okay.” He pulls at Eddie’s arms and the man settles back behind him, burrowing his face into the juncture where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder as he shuffles closer.

Soft kisses are pressed into his skin and Buck is helpless but to relax back into Eddie, letting the comfort and warmth of whatever is happening wrap around him.

“Stay?” He whispers, not sure if Eddie can hear him but not being brave enough to say it any louder. He feels like he’s asking too much.

A kiss behind his ear. “Okay.”

No pressure tagging: @hippolotamus @puppyboybuckley @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @devirnis @wikiangela @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @mellaithwen @nmcggg @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @loserdiaz @bekkachaos @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @evanbegins @rewritetheending @rainbow-nerdss @captain-hen @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @glorious-spoon @fortheloveofbuddie @fiona-fififi @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @tizniz @athenagranted @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @spagheddiediaz @sunshinediaz and as always, anyone else who wants to share something -> consider this your tag ☺️

[sitp-recs]

Between the Power Lines by @tackytigerfic (M, 3k)

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy. Or: this is not an AU! It's just Harry and Draco meeting by chance in an imported food shop in Connecticut and going on a road trip together. Featuring motels, cacti, Americana, and a hefty dose of pining.

In New Orleans, they got drunk on Bourbon Street, and Malfoy danced on his own (arms bare, laughing; Harry could have watched him all night) and later on, so late it was almost morning, they let themselves into the St Louis Cemetery—Malfoy unpicking the lock so sweetly—and walked around until the sky was pink-edged with the promise of another day’s heat. Then they sat on the steps of a crypt, watched over by sightless eyes of the statue of an angel. She looked exhausted rather than sad, Harry thought, and that made a lot of sense when he thought about his own longstanding, dull-edged grief.

It’s been ages (or 2 years) since I last wrote a rec for Tacky (I usually write for other readers, except when I’m reccing friends - then I write for them) and their birthday was the perfect excuse to put my reccing muscles back to work. I almost bailed out because I know this is one of T’s own faves and “what if I don’t do it justice?” but that tired angel banner has been sitting in my drafts for 3 long years and it deserves a proper rec!

Where to even begin? Anyone who knows Tacky is aware of their superb prose - rich and nuanced, compassionate, effortlessly funny, with a strong sense of place and a soft spot for suds scenes and filthy m-rated sex I mean devastating romance. Their writing breathes heart and personality, very much like Tacky themself. So knowing that this fic came out exactly as they intended it to should be enough to make you go read this right now, but in case you need further incentive, see below all the reasons why this oneshot is so special to me:

1. The *vibes*: if you thought that 3k is nowhere near enough to build the sexiest, most intriguing Americana atmosphere you’ve seen, think again. The aesthetics are impeccable here, decorating the beautiful and strange landscape - cacti and cheap motels included - into something peaceful and desolate, an overarching melancholy making it even more compelling. The dialogue is brilliant but the silences are just as loud and meaningful, with a quiet intimacy and a dreamlike quality that make you feel as if you're intruding a memory.

2. The romance: at this point everyone and their dog know that pining!Harry is Tacky's jam - they luxuriate in making us all suffer with him until the realization that Draco has been loving him back all along slaps us in the face. Harry is so stupid and desperate and wanton, I love it. And the way Tacky reinvents this delicious trope to make it work in new angsty ways blows my mind. Imo the slow burn is particularly effective here, a feat in any 3k story, because the narrative gives us so much character insight. We learn all the little things that make these two lonely boys tick as we watch their ever-changing perception of each other evolve from a tentative truce to reluctant confidants to a comfortable, easy love that comes naturally and earned. We often get those bits of information from imagery and emotions alone, no dialogue needed, and a road trip is the best way to explore those dynamics in a smooth, unhurried pace.

3. The journey: this is truly an immersive journey, not only physical as we keep jumping from one destination to the next, but also emotional, as we learn more about their vulnerabilities and desires the more they gravitate towards each other. This story shows that being far away from home can be both freeing and grounding, when you’re stuck with your hot enemy someone who knows about your darkest hour. It gives you the chance to heal and visualize a different future without forgetting your past or letting go of that which has shaped who you are. I love their chance encounter and how this poignant 30k love story is told in such impressive economy of words.

TL;DR: if you’re a short form fan and prone to melancholy like me believe me when I say it doesn’t get any better than this. The whole road trip shebang mixing grief, romance and nostalgia wrapped in Tacky’s lush writing is a gift to any reader and an elegant work of art. Enjoy!!!

[ryoubandwagon]

I play the field spell, 👁️👄👁️ sanctuary!!

[spaceratprodigy]

(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️

@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]

WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚

[darling-to-death]

Sydney Comic Page 1/5

I really love the scene where you get to yell at him. :3c

Open image in new tab for bigger quality.

[good-beans]

Prisoner: @lostxmelody

Crimes: Okay so, Melody had one of those mvs where we didn't actually see the murder per se, but we know it happens and we know it's gonna be bad when we do see it. Evidence from her Mikoto/Fuuta fic here

[catsburgers]

человек .

wanted to experiment a little with effects and blend modes

[birues]

Finished nona the ninth!

[ispyspookymansion]

i ❤️ sharing knowledge

[dujour13]

West Wind - final chapters

wrapping this up in one go ❤️

“I can’t let people down. I don’t want to be alone.” “Well, I get that. I been there, it ain’t a picnic.”

[clownpalette]

just looked through all of your art and I LOVE the designs sm!!! here's a doodle your sona!

TYSM!! <33 omg I love the doodle sm??! It's so beautiful AA-!

[gardenerian]

like strings of fire | 4.7k | E rating | written for @spicygallavichcollab

mickey finds a safe and colorful way for ian to indulge himself when hypersexuality rears its ugly head.

“It’s, uh, just a lightbulb,” he explains, thumbing at his lip. Eyes never leaving Ian’s. “You can change the color and stuff.”

Ian flicks his gaze over to the lamp on their bedside table. The bulb is different from the cheap ones they’d ordered in bulk when they moved in.

He’s flooded all at once. Curiosity and craving, desire and devotion.

addtional tags: hypersexuality, mild hypomania, established relationship, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, bottom!ian gallagher

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