#or possibly

[dduane]

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the intarwebz...

(Image via @michelliart at Twitter. Original post removed from r/StableDiffusion by the mods.)

(Though further down in the same message:)

“Little do they know.”  :/

Yet, elsewhere...

...And:

...What an interesting time we’re living in.

[eggplant-crusader]

Dyhard: show the most basic shred of civility towards one another

Me (a genius): oh, they're in love in love

[cafephilewrites]

Transfusion

The new prisoner seems unalarmed, but that will change soon enough. The metal barred door clangs shut. The cell's other occupant doesn't move.

"Vampire." The prisoner's lip curls up slightly. "You look like you haven't eaten in weeks."

"Since I was captured." The monster's voice is rough with disuse. "They intend me to bleed you dry."

"Well then. It would not do to disappoint them."

The creature moves in a blur; blood spatters the bars.

Only minutes later the captors realize their mistake. Far worse than one half-dead vampire are a fully fed monster and a man who cannot die.

Written as Joe and Nicky from The Old Guard, but this could honestly be read as any vampire and other immortal that you like. (I'm also tagging for the Dreamling folks because this feels consistent with that ship dynamic.)

I've been toying with writing a longer fic in which Nicky is a vampire, although either of them could be the vamp here. If I do, I'll probably expand on this scene, which was originally a tad longer and edited down to drabble length.

I'm such a slow writer that I'm posting all my @monsterfucktoberbingo fills at the end of the month. Sorry mods!

[tinsil]

tea break link

i painted with matcha & black tea! 🍵☕️🖌٩( 'ω' )و

[frommybookbook]

Della: Are we the fucking cutest? Perry: What do you think?

[pinehutch]

Was I even going that fast?

summer friday afternoon, you seventeen, you speeding past me on the right, you promise of the rest of the summer ahead. summer friday afternoon and you, little black car, spoiled and custom-spoilered and spoiling for the fight against inertia. summer friday and I’m older, so I could be your mother (I couldn’t), or I could be your mom’s weird friend (better), so I can drive my own sedate sedan steadily and let you overtake me in a rush of choices.

It’s all I’ve got, man.

and I can watch you (not you but what you’d call you, where you’d place yourself in this story) hit wet sand and gravel at a little too fast and then you’re spinning down the off-ramp and you’re not getting to the highway with your tire at that angle and your back end hovering over the ditch and you facing the wrong way while a transport comes. (and we, you’re not the only one here, we get you off the road.)

My fucking car, it’s all I have.

I could be your mom’s weird friend, and you know it when you tell me that four weeks ago this little black car with its freshly bent axle and its scraped-bare front bumper was in impound and it wasn’t your fault. you need me to know this: it wasn’t your fault. it was only that you were on the highway, and someone else was, and sometimes you are seventeen and your blood tries to sing its way out of your body and life is blinding bright and richer than you’d imagined and risk is a plastic and moldable concept. you spoke like you’d been hunted.

when the deer run switchbacks through these old hills, can you call that stunt-braking?

I’ve got nothing left

oh kid even my evening’s just started; you’ve got days and days, years, whole eras. you’ve got your mom’s number in your phone. you’ve got this nice couple with a dog looking at your tire. you've got a tow-truck coming. no one is laughing at you too much. you’ve still got this car (maybe don’t drive it yet).

here: you’ve got a bottle of water and someone to remind you to breathe.

here, you’re connected all together in your selfness.

here, you’ve got the horrible gorgeous long future scraped out in front of you, rubber in reverse.

(you have, almost certainly, decades. you will drive recklessly again. i hope you don’t kill anyone, but people — generally — will die, and you’ll mourn them. you’ll love them, and so you’ll pay the grief-price of it that we all do. you’ll succeed and then you’ll fail, again and again. sometimes the success will feel as inevitable as making your turn. some failure will come from an impossible direction.

you’ll sit on your kitchen floor some nights and sob to yourself that you’ve got nothing left. you’ll be wrong then, wrong again.

you will have summer friday afternoons, and rainy tuesdays in november. you will, eventually (i hope, i hope) laugh about this. you’ll move out of your parents’ house and live in a place where people walk to meet their friends. maybe you’ll have a favourite place to meet them. maybe you’ll take a little more time: you have it. you have so much more.)

I’ve got nothing left. oh sweetheart, oh fool. come around me to the right again; let me, sinister, instigating, chase you off the side of this road into the next.

[slowlydiving]

A.C.E on After School Club! (on the 5th, 1PM KST)

[cnestus]

dung beetle from nicaragua

[stardustedwanderer]

Any other friends of yours you wanna kiss?

...Yeah, no. The last time I kissed a friend it

didn't exactly go so well.

[vellichorvaults]

This is your friendly reminder that if a part of your house is flooding from a burst pipe, a stopcock is a thing that exists.

Advice brought to you by 2 morons who now have a lot of water damage to clear up.

[toezier]

the urge to commit violent crimes because someone misinterpreted my favourite character is growing stronger by each day that passes

[phosphorescent-naidheachd]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV), The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nikolai Lantsov/Zoya Nazyalensky/Alina Starkov Characters: Alina Starkov, Nikolai Lantsov, Zoya Nazyalensky Additional Tags: #grishapairexchange, Context? What context?, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Series Summary:

Anything worth doing always starts as a bad idea.

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Written for the Grisha Rarepair Exchange for @mercutiotakethewheel

[saint-augustines-pears]

God if I could please just add one more thing that I do consistently to my life

[nbpsiioniic]

a purple tiefling will see something they like and just make it their whole personality, and I love that for them

[thekrimsonnight]

People of history are Schrödinger’s sexuality and gender

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

I know you said you don't like writing cross campaign stuff but the idea of Orym and Imogen getting summer jobs on Keyleth's farm as farm hands has entered my brain and will not leave

Just as a reminder, my issues with cross campaign things only lie in canon or canon-esque aus since the time line is already set in stone and I can't fuck with their ages as much. Modern aus are totally fair game!

I love the idea of them being volunteers, probably for a few months over the summer and Orym's been doing it for forever and when Imogen joins and has such a fondness for horses and is brought on to help train them, he has a fondness for her immediately and they become fast friends.