#m!a: end

[autobotmedic]

Alas, all things must come to an end. Gone are the golden trim and décor, the clothing and brooch, the book and the magic. Ratchet already finds himself missing this temporary change, for once...

But as he checks on multiple storage rooms and finds they are still filled with processed energon cubes he had magically teleported directly from the Nemesis, he grins. Nothing had been reversed, which means they will not have to worry about fuel for quite some time.

He merely wishes he could see the look on a certain tyrant's face when the significant theft is discovered without any logical or recorded explanation.

[cybertr0nian]

Finally...these ridiculous...whatever they were, have ended. He was back to his normal size and he wasn't forced to be honest anymore. Who knew being honest about his feelings could be so unnerving.

[edgarallen-foe]

lost my ears... bummer.

[reddeliciousauce]

common l in having a human body again is im hungry as fuuuuuuck

thats l like L btw id never capitalize my i you know this

[bootyyyyshaker900]

My spirits damned head hurts.

[strenuusvenator]

Ugh. I feel like shit. I'm going to try to actually get some sleep

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[tiredandoptimistic]

Ultimate gay ally Sherman T Potter

[readwritealldayallnight]

(18+ MDNI)

As far as roommates go, Simon Riley isn’t a bad one to live with

Rarely in the flat, gone for weeks at a time, you sometimes forgot you even shared the rent with someone when you first moved in

And when he is around, he keeps out of your way, tidies up after himself, will offer to run to the shop when you’re running low on something for tonight’s dinner

All in all, you get along well

Especially after a few months go by, and he starts sinking his cock into you whenever he’s home

Every chance he gets, he’s got your ankles resting over his shoulders, or your legs locked around his waist, or your tits in his mouth, or your ass squeezed between his fingers or your hips against his as he bounces you or-

Once he’s had his first taste, Simon is insatiable, never not fucking you every opportunity he gets

He has you feeling like you’re on top of the world, while simultaneously about to tip over the edge of it at any moment

Your time spent together consists of bursts of pleasure and passion tangled together in a mess of limbs and lips, visions of scars and tattoos clouding your dreams at night

And while these rendezvous consist strictly of an outlet for stress, a means to an end that leaves you both more than satisfied, you can’t help the slowly blossoming feelings growing in your chest that whisper to you that you might mean something more to him, that you might just be something more to Simon

It’s on one such occasion, while Simon is balls deep inside you, about to put an end to his teasing and let you finally cum on his cock, when reality slaps you hard across the face

Your moans and whines, his grunts and gasps, combined with the sounds of skin slapping repeatedly, are nearly loud enough to drown out the ill-fated sound of his cell phone ringing from the pocket of his discarded jeans

“Simon, please! I- I’m so- Si, I’m close, I’m close! I’m gon-” You moan into his ear, ankles locked tight around his waist and fingernails scratching at the exposed skin of his back, pleading with him to deliver you the ecstasy you’ve been promised

Your begging comes to a stop however, when his own movements halt entirely, hips stilling against yours as pauses, looking back into your eyes though his mind is obviously suddenly elsewhere

“What are y-”

“Shh.” He shushes you all too quickly, just in time for the faint ring of his phone to reach both your ears

“Simon, wait. No! Can’t we-”

“That’s gonna be work.” He grunts out, sweaty palms slipping down your thighs towards your calves to try and disentangle himself from you

“So? It can’t wait 60 seconds? We were about to-”

“Doesn’ matter.”

“Are- are you serious right now?” You question, stunned by his reaction. In all the months you and Simon have been falling into bed together, he’s never told you what his work is, and you’ve learned not to ask him anymore

He pays his rent on time and contributes to the grocery runs, how he earns his money hasn’t been any of your business thus far, but it’s certainly never gotten in the way of your escapades before

Simon’s apparently decided he doesn’t need to entertain you with a response, because he’s pulling himself out or your embrace without a word, standing off the bed and pulling his cell out of his haphazardly thrown pants before the ringer ends

“Simon! What kind of job-”

“Alrigh’?” Is all he says into the phone, nodding along momentarily to whoever is on the other line, before he’s affirming something or another and hanging up, tugging his pants back on without so much as a glance back at your naked form sprawled out on the bed in shock

“Simon-”

“See ye when I’m back, birdie.”

And with that, Simon is out of your room, out of the flat, out of your life for who knows how long, a reoccurring event you should have grown used to by now, but never has he left you high and dry like this before

That was the day you learned, as special as you might feel when Simon is grinding against you, caressing your skin and grunting sweet nothings into your ear, you were not Simon’s priority

You would always come second

[sunlit-mess]

📸 whoops

[minsung]

HAN — railway @ 5th fanmeeting day 3

[orangetintedglasses]

That made him smile, big and bright and genuinely just... happy. It was the look of someone absolutely in love-- completely enamored with the person in front of them, 'bad' or 'good', teasing or not. And any left over mess could be dealt with later, in the shower, because Vash was going to make good on his promise to clean him up whether Wolfwood wanted it or not--

Another request pulled his attention to his partner, and-- and this one is a bit, uh--

"O-of course, but I... I-I don't think you're in any shape for the kind of stuff I've thought about...?" which... made it sound a lot more intense than it actually was, when he put it like that. Vash blinked, and shook his head, "um! I-I mean-- i-it's not like it's that bad, but you had a rough day and it's just a little...!"

Oh! There he is, there's Vash-- actual Vash and not Vash-as-possessed-by-sin-and-demons, working himself up into a bit of a bluster.

The poor thing was beet red as he hung his head in what appeared to be shame-- this outfit isn't exactly conspicuous enough for his more sinful ideas, anyway --but! An idea would strike! Something much simpler that wouldn't require much effort on Wolfwood's part at all-- and if the undertaker squinted just hard enough he might've even been able to see the lightbulb appear above his boyfriend's head--

"A-actually, there is something I've wanted to ask for..."

There's no world in which Wolfwood can believe that he's 'good', but the way Vash says it almost makes him believe. Almost.

"I'm good for you," he scratches the back of Vash's head with just his fingertips, then kisses his forehead softly, "Everyone else gets the bad Wolfwood. You only get the 'bad' Wolfwood when I'm wound up and thinkin' dirty things about you... Or I guess when you're bein' an idiot you get the normal Bad Wolfwood."

Before he can react, his cheeks are being squished by apron-covered hands. It makes him squeeze his eyes shut and pout, which he only stops doing once the apron is good and gone. His chest is still a sticky mess, but he does not mind one bit.

"Jeez, you're really pullin' my leg here," another kiss, then another, "I suppose you can take care of me if that's how you feel. May I request that you use some guilty pleasure method that you're normally too afraid to ask me to do, if you have one? Hehe." Surely some things have passed through Vash's mind that are too dirty to share.

He may as well use this while it lasts to coax one out...

[paper-lilypie]

ok but that kid Mobius couldn’t prune was Loki right. like, that was Loki right. The brothers at the dock. That was Loki and Thor right. It was Loki

Mobius couldn’t kill Loki, chose his burden, and dedicated his life to him instead.

Mobius’s story started and ended with Loki. It had to be Loki.

[henrykudhirai]

man I love clara oswald. just consistently a weird little freak incapable of being normal about her relationships. has a bunch of versions of her just dying all over the place. first time she ever gets seriously properly mad onscreen, it's at someone implying she doesn't want to fuck old men. collects immortal situationships like pokemon. idolises robin hood. has the best wardrobe of any new who companion. made out with jane austen. pathological liar and unhinged adrenaline junkie who is literally out there in victorian london having the worst day of her life while daydreaming about people fucking none of you were ready for my girl

[soracities]

Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poem of the End, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone)

[abyssal-ilk]

thinking about sten again. thinking about him calling the warden kadan and never explaining what it means. thinking about him offering to take the warden back with him to par vollen, but it's never actually an option the warden takes, even if you agree. thinking about how sten responds the best to a warden who stands their ground even if he doesn't agree with them. thinking about how he loves sweets and art, and how he plays with kittens. "it's training," he says. but come on. he's playing. thinking about what else he's had to justify to himself for liking.

and he calls alistair kadan! shale as well! do you think it was ever extended to the other party members? just,, agh