#let if flow

[heavyheavycream]

feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

[valeriapryanikova]

What did you bring me?

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[clumsypuppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[scriblesandbits]

So god created us in his image, right? And that’s cool and all but what if it turns out god, like, hates his own image??? What then????

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji goes to Lotus Pier (No relation to the AU of the same name)

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[onionninjasstuff]

this is part one! | next

[crushedchair]

Ignoramus (rushed don't look at it too closely 🌷🌷)

[exhaustedpirate]

bucktommy kiss meme #29 💚

#29 - as a promise (includes 8x16 spoilers)

The plane is high in the clear sky now, sun shining over the white metal. Bobby's casket is safely in the hold while the Grants sit in their comfortable seats. Everyone leaves one by one. Buck receives a kiss on the cheek from his sister, insistent and full of a meaning he doesn't want to think too hard on. A pat on the shoulder from Eddie as he tells him he'll catch a ride with Ravi back to his place. Nods, soft touches, maybe some worry, mostly exhaustion, as everyone leaves.

His body deflates when they are all gone, the wall behind him supporting all his weight.

Minnesota.

Bobby is going to be buried in Minnesota with his family.

It was really happening.

There was a heaviness in his chest, in his feet, his knees felt fragile.

"Evan?"

He's been doing so well.

He's been keeping it in. He's been helping Chimney, Maddie, Eddie. He's been trying to be okay. He's been managing it. He couldn't break apart, not now, not when they needed him. He said so.

But it's that soft voice, always soft when he said his name. It's a comforting, not intrusive touch on his elbow. It's concern, care.

He's been doing so well.

A sob rattles his chest and he finds himself in the arms of his ex-boyfriend, face hiding in his neck. His hands surely wrinkling the back of Tommy's coat with the way he's clutching it. One of Tommy's hands settles at the back of Buck's head, his fingers tangling in his hair and the other at his back, a warm, steady touch that makes him feel safe, held.

Tommy doesn't tell him that it'll be okay, doesn't try to shush his cries, he just holds him. Holds him in his comforting arms and lets him cry, lets him feel.

Buck doesn't know how long it's passed until he takes a deep shuddering breath, tears drying in his cheeks, against Tommy's coat. All he knows is the way Tommy's hand moves up and down his back, the way his fingers scratch his scalp.

He feels a soft, barely there kiss placed at his temple, right at the edge of his birthmark and he tightens his arms around Tommy.

"Thank you."

His voice comes out as a whisper almost.

Tommy's thumb caresses his ear, his hand moving to the side of his face in a soft touch. It makes Buck lean his head away, further enough along Tommy's shoulder to look up at him. To see his wet eyes, the redness of them, the grief in his face.

Buck's hands travel farther up on Tommy's back, hoping to be just as comforting as the other man can be.

"You lost him too, I'm sorry."

Tommy's lips tick up in a soft smile, disbelieving but so soft, and he nods. "You're going to be okay, Evan."

He can't help the tension in his muscles at that. Tommy notices, of course he does.

"That's, uh, that's what he told me before-" Buck clears his throat. "That I was gonna be okay and that the others are gonna need me." He sighs, looking down at the fabric of Tommy's coat. "I tried, I-I failed."

"Evan," His thumb catches on his chin, tilting his head back up, making eye contact. "I don't think he meant that you had to close yourself off to everyone," Buck frowns and Tommy runs his fingers along the wrinkles in his forehead, almost succeeding in smoothing them all. "You are going to be okay. Bobby knew how much you grew, how strong you are. But you have to take your time and grieve him," Tommy smiles, that small but so full smile of his. "You are not alone. You have people to lean on. That's how he knew you're going to be okay."

Buck feels fresh tears forming in his eyes, running down his cheek. Tommy lets his words linger in the silence between them, his thumb occasionally catching the tears halfway down.

"I'm gonna be okay."

Tommy nods, he smiles, that proud smile of his and Buck feels his chest fill with how much he missed Tommy's smiles, how much he missed him. Buck brings a hand up to the other man's face, his thumb catching the corner of Tommy's lips, feeling his smile.

"You are."

"And you're going to be one of the people I can lean on?"

He sees the flicker of fear in Tommy's eyes, the hope. Watches as Tommy takes a deep breath, steadies himself.

"For as long as you need me."

It's not the time. Not yet. But it's as close to something as they've been. Buck's heart pounds against his chest, feels Tommy's beat fast from where his hand settles on his chest.

"And if that's for a long time?"

"For as long as you need me." Tommy repeats.

"Promise?"

Tommy's eyes glance between his lips, his eyes, trying to decypher everything that goes on in Buck's brain. He always believed he could, always believed that Tommy had this special power to see into what Buck needed, wanted.

His lips touch Buck's, soft, chaste, but so much more than that.

Buck still believes.

"Promise."

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

Nothin' in this world a good cup of coffee can't fix.

[trombonechurchill]

Hey 911 writers if you're stuck on potential plots for HenRen can I request literally anything with Karen's side of the family please

[cloudwardhoe]

Okay I know award shows are silly but Flow just won best animated motion picture at the golden globes and I love that it’s getting recognized 🥹 it’s really such a beautiful film I hope this inspires more people to give it a chance

[forthefictionallesbians]

I've been seeing a lot of anti-independent rhetoric on the overnet forums recently, and I feel like it's important to clear some things up.

It is perfectly fine to think about what it would be like to be a floret, even if you're an independent or a free terranist! It's almost impossible to avoid wondering about it from time to time when we're surrounded by the affini and their propaganda. And, in fact, it is actively a good thing to daydream about, so you can get better at rejecting affini advances if you find yourself in a compromising situation!

Even for the most committed of feralists, it is a good exercise to be able to hold something in your mind and then reject it. Just rejecting it full-stop leaves you vulnerable to the affini's shock and snuggle tactics. We all have fantasies about being the one who can fully resist them on sheer willpower alone, but I have had too many strong-willed friends become subby little sprouts because they didn't prepare properly. You need to have mental experience with sinking into their soft, comforting vines, feeling your thoughts and worries drfit awayy, starinng up inko theirr irreestisble eyess and fesling thiieerr bi9rhytjm

And then pulling yourself back, no harm done! Knowing how bad things can be, preparing for the worst, and practicing a path to coming out on top. It may take a bit logner to come bavk uo each time ass tou drif5t and think sboute it butr its imortsnt andd doesnr mesn yeour sjny less indpednte

Edit: Stop saying I'm a sprout!!! It's not illegal to make a few typos when you're distracted with tooughts odf being embeaxed by ann affini because yoru dso good st restidting. See, Incan go back to fullt normal after!!!!!

[pondhue]

okay hear me out but... Flesh Curtains Rick shirtless in black suspenders...

totally not like Andy Black in his Ribcage era-

[generic-whumperz]

Haven’t shared a bad meme in a minute so here ya go 😘