#pick my prompt for me

[visismu]

This is my gift for @duck-in-a-spaceship for the @palestaticexchange! I tried my best to draw Harry having a Shivers moment. I hope you will like it! Thanks again to the organizers!

(close up below)

I almost ended up cutting the whole drawing like this at the last minute lol

[sen-ya]

I think I’ve mentioned it before but Law and Bepo are literally the only ones that say Rocy (row-see) instead of Rosie (row-zee) even she calls herself Rosie but it’s such a subtle difference it’s barely clock-able oops

[fistfuloflightning]

I’d love to see Tianlang Jun if you’d be willing! Maybe relaxing and reading?

they were happy—for a time

[toxintouch]

I'm not sure if what I wrote is what this post had in mind but… also I meant to do this as a rb but my toxic trait is writing things in drafts/private posts so I err uhhh look I can't keep fighting with Tumblr formatting ok

Mhin receiving an unusually specific compliment. ᵕ ω ᵕ

“You're so fascinating, Mhin. If you wrote a book, I would definitely read it.  Even if you wrote the book about something really boring.  Even if you wrote…a dictionary, full of words I already know the meanings to.  I'd still read it, just because you wrote it.  Just to feel like I got to walk beside you in the world for a little while."

Mhin looks over at you despite themself. Your voice is low, tone affectionate difficult to parse over the incessant noise permeating the Wet Wick. They find themselves staring at your lips, as if to read your words despite hearing you clearly.

“You're really the most interesting person I know...  Which is saying a lot, in this city!”  You laugh at yourself, bandaged fingers trailing around the rim of the glass placed in front of you at the bar.  Your face is flushed, pupils dilated.  The longer they look at you, brows furrowed as they try to make sense of your words, the less you seem able to look them in the eyes.

The liquid in your glass is clear.  

Tequila?  Vodka?  Gin?  A stomach wrenching combination of all three, possibly.  Who knows what Leander was willing to put in front of you, if it makes you so…

Mhin huffs, mouth wrenching into a frown. They clasp a hand around the glass in front of you. "I think you've had enough." They must have gone (miraculously) nose-blind from the boozy scent of the Wet Wick because even as they slide the heavy tankard closer to themself, the pungent tang of alcohol is no more invasive than it was prior. They expected to be able to taste the fumes coming off of whatever concoction they just took from you.

"I'm--" You start to protest, but you find yourself cut off when Leander says something that causes the crowded bar to go wild, cheers erupting. One of the Bloodhounds jostles Mhin in their mirth, causing your confiscated drink to upend, contents sloshing over the surface of the bar and soaking the sleeve of Mhin's shirt.

It's water.

You were saying those things while sober.

Mhin's eyes find yours, no attention spared for the slurring Bloodhound beside them. You're looking at them affectionately, lips quirked.

"Would you be mad at me if I told you that you're too cute?" You ask, something far too warm, too inviting in your words.

Mhin is halfway across the bar in a heartbeat, burning red ears gone deaf to the sound of Leander's voice, calling out to them that they haven't picked their pay up yet. They'll get it tomorrow, they think, racing towards the respite of the fresh night air. Away from the urge to--

Mhin doesn't let themself turn to look back at you as they leave. Though they can't stop themself from wondering: if they did, would they see you staring back at them?

Damn Mhin just take the compliment. I made Mhin's about their brains instead of their looks etc. bc while I think mentioning wanting to kiss their beauty mark would fluster them I think this is the type of thing that would absolutely infect their brain.  Have them thinking about those words over and over until it completely ruins their nightly Soulless hunting; they give up & just stargaze all night.

[karamazovposting]

Dostoevsky never mentioned it but I just know Ivan was chain smoking through that whole shitshow

[omaano]

"I bet it was the martini that blew your cover." "You can judge my drinking habits after you got me out of here, Djarin!"

I've seen one (1) James Bond movie my entire life back when 00Q was a whole thing on this hellsite, but I'm ready to die on the hill that Din would make a great Q who knows how to work in the field and can poke at gadgets just fine, but also gets very passive agressive when he has to work overtime - he asked for the office job because his kid is going to school and they are working on building a normal-adjacent nighttime routine, which is very difficult when the agent he's working with cannot stick to a plan.

For the Spies/Assassins square on my Bobadin AU bingo for @bobadinweek

(I've seen all the John Wick movies though, so if Boba's pose is familiar, that is why)

[notachair]

Since atla is again having an extra surge of popularity, I'm shooting my shot:

[ID: (Rest of image description in alt). At the bottom of the image sits the text: "Zuko: Okay. Well, I can't remember how it starts, but the punchline is "leaf me alone, I'm bushed."" ID end].

Did we ever find out what the setup for this joke was? I feel kinda haunted by it. If not- anyone wanna make their best or worst guesses?

edit: I now know what "I'm bushed" mean, but go ahead anyway 👍

haunted thoughts in tags ↓

[curiositymemes]

STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER.

taken from the 2023 album by noah kahan. trigger warnings for mental illness, trauma, medication, references to suicide, and the exquisite agony of life in rural new england. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

northern attitude.

how you been? 

you settled down?

you feelin’ right? 

you feelin’ proud?

you settle in to routine.

what does it mean? 

i’m not how you hoped.

you’re gettin’ lost.

scared to live, scared to die. 

you’re feelin’ lost.

stick season.

you must’ve had yourself a change of heart.

now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face.

it’s half my fault, but i just like to play the victim. 

i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose. 

i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad. 

i miss the way you laugh.

you once called me forever now you still can’t call me back.

that’ll have to do.

my other half was you.

i hope this pain’s just passin’ through, but i doubt it. 

all my love.

how have things been?

well, love, now that you mention it.

i’m sayin’ too much, but you know how it gets out here.

now i know your name, but not who you are.

it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.

you got all my love.

if you need me, dear, i’m the same as i was.

what i’d give to have you out of me.

i still recall how the leather in your car feels.

and at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal.

i swear i was scared to death.

i smiled stupid the whole way home.

you said, ‘i’ll never let you go.’

she calls me back.

there was heaven in your eyes. 

everything’s alright.

look at me and don’t you lie.

don’t you hold your head up high.

for bullshit, i do not have time.

do you lie awake restless?

why am i so obsessive?

this town’s the same as you left it.

the radio is taunting me.

i don’t get much sleep most nights.

i’m seeing you in every dream.

if only i could fall asleep. 

i’ll love you when the oceans dry. 

i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.

come over.

it was there when we got here, will be there when we leave.

you won’t have to guess who they’re speakin’ about.

i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs. 

i was takin’ the wrong meds; feels good to be sad.

my house is just barely big enough for my family.

my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.

i promise you, darlin’.

you won’t ever go back.

i know that it ain’t much.

i know that it ain’t cool.

you don’t have to tell the other kids at school.

someday i’m gonna be somebody people want.

new perspective.

makin’ me nostalgic.

we were kids; but that don’t make this less hard.

if i could fly i doubt i’d even do it. 

i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid.

gave me your word.

i can’t pronounce it.

no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it.

everywhere, everything.

would we survive in a horror movie?

we trust everyone we meet.

we’re littered with scars from our preteens.

i wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. 

i know every route in this county.

maybe that ain’t such a bad thing.

i’ll tell you where not to speed.

it’s been a long year.

orange juice.

honey, come over.

it’s yours if you want it.

we’re just glad you could visit. 

feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long.

i didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone. 

why’d you go?

my heart has changed and my soul has changed.

you just asked me to hold you.

it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.

my life has changed.

the world has changed.

don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?

are we all just pullin’ you down?

strawberry wine.

darling, speak to me.

don’t you say a word.

you thought you were cursed?

i’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.

if i could lose you, i would.

all the time we used to have.

the things i miss but know are never coming back. 

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

growing sideways.

finally found some middle ground.

i said, ‘i’m cured.’

i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts.

i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.

it’s a start.

but i ignore things and i move sideways ‘til i forget what i felt in the first place.

i know there are worse ways to stay alive.

everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy.

if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive. 

i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high.

now i’m sufferin’ in style.

why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be.

if all my time was wasted, i don’t mind. 

i’ll watch it go.

it’s better to die numb than feel it all.

halloween.

the dawn isn’t here, the sun hasn’t rose.

they got money to make and children back home.

i worry for you, you worry for me.

the bridges have long since been burnt. 

i’m leavin’ this town and i’m changin’ my address.

i know that you’ll come if you want.

i’m losin’ myself.

i’m seein’ my life on a screen.

i know that you fear that i’m wicked and weary.

i know that you’re fearin’ the end. 

i only tell the truth when i’m sure that i’m lyin’. 

homesick.

are you bored yet?

the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.

this place is such great motivation for anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation. 

time moves so damn slow i swear i feel my organs failing.

i stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing. 

i would leave if only i could find a reason. 

i got dreams, but i cant make myself believe them. 

i’ll spend the rest of my life with what could have been. 

i will die in the house that i grew up in.

i’m homesick. 

still.

i don’t wanna say goodbye.

it only falls into place when you’re fallin’ to pieces.

you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it. 

you can’t stay here.

it’s hard to face and it feels too ugly.

it’s like i’m still here with you. 

can i fix what is broken?

the view between villages (extended). 

for a minute, the world seems so simple.

i am not scared of death.

i’ve got dreams again.

there is meanin’ on earth. 

i feel so far from it.

it’s all washin’ over me. 

i’m angry again. 

the things that i lost here, the people i knew.

they got me surrounded for a mile or two. 

i found a town big enough for anything i want.

i’m not a city girl, by any means.

it still has a lot of meaning to me.

i grew up there. 

your needs, my needs.

you ain’t gotta tell me what it means.

i promise to be there this time. alright? 

you were a work of art.

that’s the hardest part.

i’m naming the stars in the sky after you.

dial drunk.

i promised to forget you.

i ain’t takin’ any fault.

am i half the man i used to be? i doubt it.

forget about it, whatever.

it’s all the same anyways.

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown. 

for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone.

i gave your name as my emergency phone call.

i’d die for you.

from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds.

i’ll let the pain metastasize.

i beg you, sir, just let me call.

let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.

son, are you a danger to yourself?

fuck that, sir.

son, why do you do this to yourself?

paul revere.

this place had a heartbeat in its day.

nothin’ was the same.

it just ain’t that simple, it never was.

one day i’m gonna cut it clear.

i’m not from around here.

i’ll leave before the road crew’s out. 

i’ll turn up the music and i’ll forget.

i’m not ready to let go yet.

i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear.

it’s typical, i fear.

folks just disappear.

if i could leave, i would’ve already left.

no complaints.

i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something.

i get mad at nothing.

i pull no punches, then feel bad for months.

thought i was raised better, tried to fake better.

now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.

i saw the end, it looks just like the middle.

i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication.

who am i to complain?

now the pain’s different. It still exists, it just escapes different.

yes, i’m young and living dreams.

i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.

call your mom.

oh, you’re spiralin’ again.

don’t you cancel any plans.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you let it out and let it in.

don’t let this darkness fool you.

i’ll drive all night.

i’ll call your mom.

oh, dear, don’t be discouraged.

i’ve been exactly where you are.

if you could see yourself like this.

you’dve never tried it.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you told me that you had to go.

throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.

don’t wanna drive another mile wonderin’ if you’re breathin’.

won’t you stay with me?

you’re gonna go far. 

this is good land, or at least it was.

it takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.

pack up your car.

put a hand to your heart.

say whatever you feel.

be wherever you are.

we ain’t angry at you, love. 

you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.

the birds will still sing.

we’ll be waiting for you, love.

we’ll all be here forever.

we spent so long just getting by.

that’s the thing about survival; who the hell likes livin’ just to die?

you told me you would make a difference.

it won’t be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town.

it’s all we’ve had for always.

you’re gonna go far.

if you wanna go far, then you gotta go far.

forever.

let’s drive for no reason.

you look fine in the evening.

honey, it’s starting to storm.

used to wish i meant anything to anywhere, to anyone.

i’m glad i get forever to see where you end.

i won’t be alone for the rest of my life.

i’ll meet a girl in the heat of july.

i’ll tell her so she knows.

i’m broke, but i’m real rich in my head.

when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip, but i won’t ever let her go.

[slasherfantasy]

A meet-cute with a member (or all!) of the 141 where they come across you when you've been walking your dog, and she refuses to walk any further. She's only 40lbs*, but you're still struggling to carry her back home, and you keep having to stop and take breaks and gasp for air.

Cue 1 or more buff military dudes laughing, swooping in, and scooping up your dog as they ask you where you live. You try to insist it's no big deal and you can do it, but your dog is very happy in his arms and licking his face while he laughs, and you just end up helplessly following behind him while he jokes and carries your pup like she weighs absolutely nothing.

He/They definitely note down your address when you all arrive home, sneaking your dog a piece of jerky and bidding you farewell with a smile. He's/They're already planning to find out your dog-walking route, so he/they can "run into" you again.

*40lbs = 18kg

[seasononesam]

supernatural meme: (1/9) relationships | sam and ruby 

Why are you following me? I'm interested in you. Why? Because you're tall. I love a tall man. And then there's the whole antichrist thing.

[lilbittymonster]

Day 10 - Dusk

After they had bid Faunheim and Vedrfolnir goodbye, Kitali stopped Estinien from walking off into the sunset and asked him to join her in Reunion instead. It had been over a year since they had last seen each other and the pair had plenty to catch up on. They ended up talking well into the hours of the night before Estinien finally continued on his journey.

Prompt List

Bonus expression close ups bc I could not stop staring at them.

And also Tail. Kitali my darling daughter you are not subtle.

[phoenixmetaphor]

Oct 1 - Creamtober 2023 - wolf in sheep’s clothing

[fistfuloflightning]

“You look better without the hat.”

XianYao prompt from the lovely @limitbreaker23 (you’re enabling me so badly, I swear)

[firstkanaphans]

Hi! #14 for tinngun perhaps? We don't get enough tinngun content in general, I miss them, I feel like they deserve to be a lil horny

{grinding} down against their lap

It was Tinn’s twentieth birthday and he was very, very drunk. He deserved the break. He had been working hard all week, so Gun had planned a surprise party for him to relax. It seemed to be working. He was currently dancing wildly in the middle of all of their friends with an oversized party hat sitting lopsided on his head.

Gun, who had spent most of the night making sure their apartment wasn’t being completely demolished by drunken college students, collapsed down onto the living room sofa and just watched him. He couldn’t help but smile. It was rare to see Tinn so happy and carefree. These days, he was stressed more often than not but tonight, he seemed like himself again.

Suddenly, Tinn paused his dancing and began to look around the room like a puppy who had misplaced his owner. As soon as he caught sight of Gun, his eyes lit up and he jogged over to him. Gun expected him to either join him on the couch or ask Gun to join him on the dance floor, but he did neither. Instead, he climbed onto Gun’s lap until he was straddling him and his efforts to do so were so uncoordinated that he nearly fell backwards onto the floor.

“Whao, there.” Gun laughed, wrapping an arm around Tinn’s waist to hold him still. His party hat had fallen almost completely off his head, so Gun reached up to straighten it and Tinn grinned at him widely.

“We should go to bed,” Tinn whispered conspiratorially—except his whisper wasn’t much of a whisper at all. He was practically yelling to be heard over the music.

“We can’t go to bed,” Gun reminded him. “We have a house full of people here to celebrate with you. Plus, you’re having fun, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Tinn agreed, but then he leaned in and spoke the next words into Gun’s ear like a secret. “But I’d be having more fun if we were in bed.”

Oh. He was horny. As if to accentuate his point, Tinn rolled his hips, grinding down onto Gun’s lap, and Gun could feel that he was hard. Gun, however, was not drunk enough to be able to ignore the room full of people surrounding them.

“Later,” he promised with a quick peck to Tinn’s lips. When he broke away, Tinn was pouting.

“Now,” he whined, looking seconds away from climbing off Gun’s lap and throwing a temper tantrum on the floor. “Pleeeease? It’s my birthday.”

“Yes, it is, and we haven’t even cut your cake yet,” Gun agreed. Tinn’s pout faded slightly at the mention of dessert. “Later.”

Finally, Tinn seemed appeased but he still didn’t move. He just sat there, his arms wrapped around Gun’s neck as he stared at him sadly. “I’ve been a bad boyfriend,” he said.

“What? No, you haven’t. You’re a great boyfriend!”

“But you’re always taking care of me and I’m always studying.”

“And one day it’ll be your turn to take care of me,” Gun said, taking Tinn’s face between his hands to make sure he was listening. “Med school is hard. I get it. I don’t mind. I like taking care of you. Understand?”

Tinn looked up at him sheepishly. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Gun laughed and then squeezed Tinn’s ass playfully before setting his feet on the floor so that they could both stand. “Now go dance with our friends while I go get the cake.”

“And then we can have sex?” Tinn wheedled.

“Yes, baby. Then we can have sex.”

Tinn smiled and pulled Gun in for a wet, sloppy kiss that made him laugh. Gun patted his head like he would a pet dog. “Happy birthday, baby,” he said.

Tinn preened and, despite the promise of cake, pulled Gun out onto the dance floor. Later couldn’t come soon enough.

[kitteneddiediaz]

44. “does that turn you on?”

Hi Tanis!! Here's something silly goofy for you on this sweltering Monday I know you're having <3

Slight NSFW below the cut

Eddie's on the couch when Buck walks through the door. He opted not to go to the store with Buck, still pretty sleepy from a late night with Karen, Linda, and Maddie sharing wine and gossip. But, he did manage to get out of bed about 10 minutes ago, even if it was to go lay down in the living room instead. He sits up when Buck walks through the door, watching him hold 4 grocery bags in each hand.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Buck exclaims as he kicks the door closed behind him. It disrupts the gentle quietness of the house that Eddie was basking in, and he grunts at Buck, resting his chin on the back of the couch. It makes Buck chuckle as he walks past the couch towards the kitchen.

"Do you need help? That looks heavy." Eddie says.

Buck turns just before he walks past the threshold into the kitchen. "What? These?" He asks.

Eddie nods, and then two seconds later is already gearing up to roll his eyes because he can see the way Buck puffs out his chest a little bit and flashes that cocky grin at him.

"No, I don't need help." He says, putting weird emphasis on the syllables of each word. He starts lifting each handful of groceries like he's doing bicep curls, grunting at Eddie with each repetition.

Eddie can't held but smile, even though he really doesn't want to. Because his boyfriend is a dork, and it's really ruining this whole 'dark and brooding' persona he tries so valiantly to portray.

"Does this turn you on?" Buck asks, still doing bicep curls with the grocery bags and making a ridiculous smouldering face at Eddie.

He can't help but giggle that a little, reduced so a blushing schoolgirl every time Buck turns his charm on towards him.

"Not even a little." Eddie says laughing.

"Huh." Buck says, tilting his head a little and raising his eyebrows at Eddie. "M'kay."

Eddie gets up from the couch then to follow Buck into the kitchen, drawn like a magnet to Buck's radiance. He doesn't help with the groceries though, even though he offered to. Sitting on the counter instead to watch Buck put the cream cheese and lemonade in the fridge, the bacon and popsicles in the freezer.

It's only a minute before he's done, and then Buck is turning his attention to Eddie, meandering forward to slot himself between Eddie's spread legs where he sits on their kitchen counter.

Buck runs his hands up Eddie's thighs, diving right in to kiss along his jaw.

"Mmm, you smell good." Eddie whispers.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's... kinda turning me on."

Buck laughs, bright and happy. "Oh, but me showing off my impressive arms didn't do anything for you earlier? Pretty messed up, Diaz," he says, sliding his hands underneath Eddie's thighs to pull him forward up and off the counter.

Eddie goes happily, carried back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed, stripped of his clothes. Buck worships his skin, drawing moans and sighs and giggles out of Eddie's chest with his tongue and fingers.

Twenty minutes later, when Eddie has his head resting on Buck's chest, tracing patterns into the soft skin and light dusting of hair there, Buck chuckles a little, turning to look at his partner.

"I bought you flowers. I forgot them in the car. The flower stand at the farmer's market had lilacs."

Eddie hums. "Well, you and your big strong arms better go get them before they dry-out."

Buck huffs a laugh, rolling out from under Eddie and off the bed to restart his day, Eddie following happily behind.