#so ihh

[midosune]

Day 9-"I love you"

CW

Blood and Death

[cs-eg]

its actually okay 2 not get ppl expensive things 4 Christmas if u literally just do not have money its actually okay 2 not get ppl expensive things 4 Christmas if u literally just do not have money its actually okay 2 not get ppl expensive things 4 Christmas if u literally just do not have money

[stonerzelda]

just learned abt how Ethel Cain is a character created by the singer Hayden Silas Anhedönia that was actually fleshed out thru a concept album + what a concept album is + as well as the full story and meaning behind it all (Preacher's Daughter) .

[raidenloml]

hurray!! 100 people to witness my crimes!!! yippie!!!

[last-answer]

WAIT DANTE IS RLLY PRETTY TOO WHAT

[pup-pee]

staying still 4 speedsters is literally a death sentence & not just bc of boredom or whatever

im just thinking about like blood clots or smth. bc they just move @ such a faster speed, their blood has 2 as well right? & even while not tapped in2 the speedforce, we know they view everything slower

i just think if u trap a speedster 2 b still long enough, they will actually just die or have complications idkidk

im rambling & not a scientist

[s3lkie2sato]

sometimes its at times like those where i wish i could give the whole world. or i wish i could take any and all of the hurt you have had away. alas, it's an inevitable thing. so i will simply have to settle for taking you in my arms and kissing away that hurt slowly but surely.

[nametakensff]

Helllooo, anon from 2024, I believe 😭 things have been so busy but rest assured I received your ask and started a little NSFW s/teddie fic a hot minute ago based on this section of it!! I'm so glad you enjoy my AU 💖 Thank you for giving me an excuse to write more haha

Here is 2.4k of almost zero plot, just S/teve and E/ddie fucking over E/ddie's awful hayfever in the morning

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, sneezing from hayfever, spray, holdbacks (finger under nose), build ups, talking whilst needing to sneeze, teasing, fetishy dirty talk (sort of, mostly tender stuff and begging), sneezing on someone's face/body etc, hand jobs, frotting, nose nuzzling/nostril appreciation

CW: graphic descriptions of semen, using cum as lube

NSFW, minors dni etc etc etc

“Heh-! Hih-ihh!!”

Steve’s ears perked up at the welcome sound of his boyfriend’s breath hitching towards what he hoped - and was almost certain - would be several rigorous sneezes. Eddie’s allergies had been awful lately. Steve would feel guilty for getting so much enjoyment out of his suffering if he didn’t know that said suffering was such an undeniable source of pleasure for the both of them. But he did know, and so, in all honesty, he didn’t feel even an ounce of shame rolling over to press his body up against Eddie’s side, rubbing his morning wood against his hip and moaning softly at the friction.

He looked up at Eddie’s face just in time to watch the tickle reach its apex. He had a moment to enjoy that gorgeous pre-sneeze expression before Eddie was sneezing uncovered, spraying a cloud of delicate droplets all over Steve’s duvet.

“Heh-! HeHH’ETTSSH’ieww!!”

Snuggled as close to his boyfriend as he was and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he convulsed, it was an inevitability that he get caught in the periphery of the sneeze. A delicate kiss of spray settled over the side of his face, and he sighed with it, cock twitching violently against Eddie’s hip. He only wished there were no blankets in the way so he could have felt the wonderful sensation of the spray raining down over his naked body.

“God bless you, sweetheart. My sneezy boy.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

“N’hhot…not done-!” Eddie gasped, head pressing back into the pillow.

“I know, I know. Let them all out for me, love.” Steve pressed a series of kisses along Eddie’s jaw, grinning to feel him tremble in response – no doubt torn between the dual pleasure of his tickly nose and Steve’s touch.

“-Tshh’iewww!! HIDT’SHhhoohh!! IGSHHHhh!! HAGK’TSSHHTt!! ‘DZZT’SHIEWWW!!”

“Ohhh,” Steve moaned, shamelessly rubbing the length of his twitching cock against Eddie’s contracting torso. He wrapped his leg around him in a protective vice, savouring the violent bucking, the sheer helplessness as the sneezes overpowered him. Each release tossed his poor boyfriend forward, the last few strong enough that even his shoulders were coming up off the bed. And god, they were wet; visible damp spots were starting to form atop the sheets as they were doused again and again.

Eddie seemed to be done after several more violent convulsions; he moaned, shivering with both exertion and pleasure as he sank back into the mattress. Steve glanced down the length of the bed and noted with satisfaction the tenting of the sheets where his boyfriend’s cock stood firm. That made two of them.

He peered lovingly at Eddie’s face, his boyfriend now wearing an expression of supreme relief – that sexy, post-sneeze luxuriation that drove Steve crazy. It was simultaneously angelic and perverse; he loved to see the unabashed arousal Eddie’s allergies brought him, and here with just the two of them he didn’t even try to mask how much he was enjoying himself.

“Ohhh, fuck. That felt so good, Stevie.” He smiled, keeping his eyes shut for the moment but sneaking an arm around Steve’s shoulder to pull him closer.

“Mmm. Good. It felt great for me too.” Steve muttered, kissing Eddie’s cheek several times in quick succession. Cuteness aggression seized him quite suddenly, and it was a challenge not to bite Eddie’s adorable face outright. He settled for using a thumb and forefinger to gently pinch away the residual wetness around the rims of his love’s pinkening nostrils, which he then wiped absentmindedly on the sheets. Lastly, he reached up, blanket in hand, to dab at Eddie’s lips, shiny with the aftermath of his sneezes.

“Bless you so many times, honey. Your pretty face is all drippy now.”

Eddie hummed in satisfaction, beaming at the attention. Fully knowing that Eddie was getting off to any and every comment he made about his sneezes, Steve carried on, wanting to rile him up more than ever.

“Poor thing – so many tickles in that cute little nose.” He said, tapping at said nose emphatically.

He could hear in his own voice how excitement roughened his speech, turning himself on even more in the process – an endless and slightly mortifying feedback loop of arousal. Luckily, the transparency of his enjoyment seemed to be doing it for his boyfriend as well; in response to his words, Eddie’s breath hitched - this time in a decidedly horny fashion - and he opened his eyes to peer at Steve.

His gaze was so intense, so heated that Steve felt temporarily paralysed by it. He moved his face closer to Eddie’s, gaze flickering to his lips with intention, and within seconds they were locked in a passionate kiss. It was deep, and lazy, and god Eddie was so fucking good with his tongue that Steve’s toes were curling and he was groaning into his boyfriend’s mouth, feeling his lips curling into a smug grin – cocky bastard - even as he continued to suck on Steve’s tongue like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

When he felt Eddie’s nostrils twitch against his cheek, he pulled back from the kiss with an obscene sucking noise. Eddie followed his mouth with his own, nibbling at Steve’s bottom lip for a moment. Steve pressed a kiss to his sensitive nose before nuzzling it with his own. His breath caught when Eddie’s nostrils twitched again, spasmodically, seemingly right on the edge of a sneeze.

“Need to sneeze, baby? You’re normally totally occupied by now.”

It was true. More often than not, allergy season mornings consisted of Steve being woken by Eddie already trembling into an endless stream of tickly sneezes. It was rare that Eddie be conscious this long, and before taking allergy meds, without sneezing himself dizzy.

“Mmm. C’n feel ‘em coming, don’t you worry about that.” He sniffled experimentally, then laughed softly, noticing the way Steve’s eyes honed in on the motion. “You’re so greedy, baby. I already sneezed a whole bunch.”

Steve scoffed, using his muscular leg to roll Eddie towards him so that he was completely on his side and facing him. Eddie went instantly, flopping forward like an obedient ragdoll.

“What, just now? That was nothing for you.”

He nuzzled Eddie’s nose with his own again, dragging the pointed tip along the shape of Eddie’s nostrils. He felt his cock twitch as he did so, almost giddy with arousal. He loved Eddie’s nose, everything about it, but his expressive, squishy nostrils and the beautiful shape as they flared – so wide, so prominent compared to their at rest form – he’d jerked off to just that image of them more times than he would care to admit.

“Tryna make me sneeze again? Kinky boy.” Eddie teased, rubbing his nose back against Steve’s and flaring his nostrils teasingly.

Steve shuddered, then angled his hips forward until his solid cock was rubbing against his boyfriend’s. They both gasped at the sensation, bodies lurching forward and into one another as if magnetised.

“Yesss…Come on baby, sneeze. Sneeze for me. Don’t hold back, don’t torture me!”

Eddie kissed him again, silencing his pleas; he wrapped his arms around Steve and held him close as he started to rock his hips against him. He groaned as Steve reached with one hand to squeeze both of their cocks together, then groaned a second time as Steve gripped at his ass. It was more of a girly little squeak than a groan, Steve mused happily, smiling as Eddie fucked forward with renewed passion into his fist. He reached down Eddie’s crack to tease at his hole with the pad of a finger, earning him another broken moan against his lips.

They wouldn’t last long like this; the kissing and the stroking and thrusting, suddenly all so intense and purposeful. And still Eddie hadn’t sneezed again; Steve wondered with an air of disappointment if it might be the start of a premature ending to allergy season after all. Not that it mattered all that much in the current moment – he was still painfully turned on, with armfuls of his writhing boyfriend pressed up against him and whining into his mouth. He replayed the sounds of Eddie’s most recent sneezes in his mind, the sensation of the spray, his expression cinching tight, all so beautiful and fuck, so so hot. He wanted to cum his brains out and had no doubt it was only a matter of moments before he did so, painting both of their torsos with his cum – his orgasm irrepressible and body-shaking, just like Eddie’s sneezes.

That last thought very nearly pushed him over the edge, and he was about to warn Eddie when he felt him suddenly tense in his arms.

“H’ohhh, yeah, Steve – gonna sneeze, baby. Finally gonna – Hh’HH!!”

“Ohhh, fuck. Yesss, please!” Steve groaned, forcing his hips to cease in their thrusting. He wanted to make this last; he wanted to have an orgasm right in the middle of Eddie’s fit, letting his endless sneezes spray his body and the heavenly sounds of them prolonging his pleasure until he couldn’t even remember his own name.

“I – I can’t – Hahh! HUH!! I can’t hold it, oh…oh god, Steve, I need to-! I’m going t-to-!!”

“Baby-!!”

Eddie was pressing a finger to his own septum, hard, and Steve realised he was attempting to delay the inevitable just long enough to keep talking him up to his breaking point. It felt like his body temperature rocketed up a hundred degrees; he was so turned on he could barely stand it.

“Gonna – hh-!! HUH’ddt!! -Ahh, sneeze for you-! Gonna sneeze o-out all these tickles-! God, Stevie, my fucking hayfever is so bad, ohh-! I-! I can’t-!!”

Steve couldn’t find the words to respond; all he could do was moan stupidly, cock throbbing and leaking against Eddie’s. The sight of his boyfriend’s crumpling features – his drooping eyelids, those pink, flared nostrils that twitched and twitched against Eddie’s finger, leaving it slick with wetness as they geared up to sneeze…It was erotic beyond belief. The second the first sneeze tore out of him, Steve knew he was done for – and he welcomed it. He could practically taste his orgasm, already building and building, tensing his muscles as he prepared to explode.

“HAH! I’m-I’m gonna’hhh!! HHH!! hHETT’CHIEWWWww!!”

Eddie sneezed – beautifully, violently, catching Steve’s face and chest and even some of his stomach in the rushing brilliance of it. As he knew it would, Steve’s body was seized by a trembling, immensely pleasurable orgasm – he twitched and shuddered helplessly, mouth caught open in a silent scream as he surrendered to it. As he came, Eddie started to sneeze in earnest – a bona fide hayfever attack, unrelenting in its intensity.

“AEGKK’TSchIEewW!! Ihh’KHG’Tshhiew!! ‘TSCHTt’Ieww!! IGK’Shhuuu!! HAHDTt’TSsshh’uu!!! Oh-! ahHH’TISHHH’IIEwww!!”

Steve’s orgasm continued to the point that he was certain he would pass out from how heavenly it felt – full-body surges of ecstasy, rolling muscles and twitching extremities. The kissing spray of each sneeze seemed to cause another spasm to pass through him, an unending assault of pleasure.

“HupTT’ISHH’ieww!!-ISHH’ieww-IGSHHH!! EhH’NGXT’TSieww!! ‘TSSiew-TSHHHtt!! EEHH’SHHHIEWW!!”

The pleasure began to subside enough that Steve’s overloaded brain remembered it existed and was in fact in control of his body. His muscles started to slacken once more as he moaned low and hard, absolutely breathless with ecstasy. Eddie was still sneezing – would be for minutes yet, a dramatic display that occasionally had Steve wondering if he was able to breathe. That he’d witnessed his boyfriend fall into countless numbers of these fits and and fucked him through countless more with anything but adverse consequences was always a reassuring notion. He could feel Eddie’s cock twitching against his own, which was still jerking softly in his fist as he rubbed and massaged it, splattering the pair of them with thick ropes of cum. A weaker, residual wave of pleasure spiked through him as he watched it spasm.

“Ihh’DDZZZT’Shieww!! ‘DZZTT’SHHh!! HehH’DISHHH’ieww!! H’h-! ENGXTch’TSieww!! NDd’Tshieww!! ‘TISHhhiew-DZT’Shuu!! ESSHHH’ieww!!”

Steve’s orgasm finally concluded, leaving him a trembling mess of singing nerves. Eddie’s sneezes continued to douse his chest as he lay there, open-mouthed and motionless, coming back to himself. He roused himself after a moment, pulling his trembling boyfriend closer into him and wrapping his strong arms around him.

“HIG’TChuu!! Hh’GXTt’SShieww!! ESHHHhh!! Hh’IGSHH’ieww! EhNGXT’TShh!! IhH’KhGTSshhh!! Hgk-!”

“Ohh, bless you, bless you. Good boy. So many sneezes, oh, baby…”

Eddie shuddered, tears beading his eyelashes and moaning in a momentary respite before the sneezes continued. His cock was a solid weight against Steve’s abs; it drooled and twitched, a perverse mirroring of his suffering, tickly nose. The spray covered Steve everywhere; his chin and neck, his shoulders, his chest, stomach, cock, thighs. The immense after-glow of his orgasm washed over him in an all-calming wave, more than heightened by the kiss of every sneeze.

“AeEGK’TShhIEWW!! Hup’TISHHH’uu!! EHHTT’Chieww!! Steve-! Plee-heEEEZZ’SCHhieww!! I-I need to-!”

Steve nodded, shivering in excitement to hear Eddie’s failed attempt at speaking sans sneezes. He ran his open palm over the messy streaks of their cum-covered torsos, moistening his hand, then reached down between them, wrapping his boyfriend’s cock in a firm grip and jerking him hard and fast – a relentless rhythm, just the way Eddie liked it, making his biceps twitch with the effort.

“IGK’TSHHhh’uuu!! Ohh, fuck, ohh my goddDD’ZSshhht!! Ohh, I’m cumming, I’m gonna - !! hH’EHGKk’TSSHHhieww-!!”

Steve’s eyes fluttered closed as that sneeze hit him square in the face, teasing his sensitised skin as it settled upon him - and just like that, Eddie gasped and came powerfully, bowing forward with the force of it and trembling all over. The surprise and immense pleasure of it stopped the sneezing in its tracks, his body forced to pick one form of spasming helplessness over another. The sensation of his hot cum spurting out over Steve’s fingers, painting his chest and shooting all the way up to his chin with one exceptionally impressive squirt felt just as good, just as rewarding as his boyfriend’s copious sneezes had.

Steve kissed into Eddie’s wild curls, easing up his strokes until he was cradling Eddie’s trembling cock, enjoying the residual shudders that passed through his boyfriend as his orgasm started to weaken.

“Good boy, pretty boy,” he murmured as Eddie groaned, pressing his face against Steve’s neck and catching his breath.

He waited, stroking his clean hand up and down Eddie’s sweaty back, for the inevitable resumption of his boyfriend’s sneezing. There was just no way his tickly nose was done yet. After he’d sneezed a while longer, Steve would help him to his feet, leading the both of them to the bathroom. He would guide a sneezing Eddie to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet, helping him take his meds, and then he would help him into the shower. They would stand there under the spray, holding one another as Eddie’s sneezes gradually faltered to a stop. Maybe they would fuck right there all over again. And then they would kiss before cleaning one another, happy beyond belief just to be together, and another day would begin.

[spiced-cider-snz]

Morning, Dove - (OC, m/m, inducing, slight NSFW implied)

[written 5.22.24] full image and fic under cut.

⚠️VANILLA/NON-KINK BLOGS DNI!!⚠️

Alex straddled his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed, one hand still mysteriously tucked behind his back, the other cupping Sol’s jaw as they kissed. 

“Pretty little thing.”

Sol glanced at him, half-lidded, grinning slightly at the compliment. 

Alex’s thumb grazed over his septum ring, drawing him back to consciousness. 

“But prettier when you’re helpless.”

Alex straddled his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed, one hand still mysteriously tucked behind his back, the other cupping Sol’s jaw as they kissed. 

“Pretty little thing.”

Sol glanced at him, half-lidded in the morning sun, grinning slightly at the compliment. 

Alex’s thumb grazed over his septum ring, drawing him back to consciousness. 

“But prettier when you’re helpless.”

Then Sol was pushed back into the mattress, one-handed, Alex successfully trapping both legs and the taller man’s right arm with the free limbs he had available. 

His nose itched. 

It wasn’t just the touch, right? He wasn’t even close to being as sensitive as his boyfriend, the tap on his piercing shouldn’t have done-

Alex brough his hand out from behind his back, and let the contents come to rest delicately on Sol’s chest - a medium gray-and-white striped feather.

That bastard.

Feathers had always been Sol’s worst allergy, and Alex knew that- was this revenge for the little perfume stunt he’d pulled the other day?

He’d begun to itch before even seeing it, but now knowing its proximity to him, his nose began to react, and he’d have twisted away if Alex hadn’t been holding him down.

“Hihh-hh…wa-ihh-t…I ca-ca-hh-n’t tehh-!”

Alex traced the feather down his body - away from his face, but no less tortuous. “Hiihh-hh-”  

Alex’s eyes had overtaken with lust, and he leaned into Sol, semi-grinding against his hips. “Shoulda thought of that before what you did, hmm?”

The feather hadn’t even passed Sol’s collarbone, and he was sure he’d already fallen apart more than Alex was expecting, given the pressure the shorter man was putting on his lower half. 

He wiggled his arm free to rub away the itch, but the mistake came when Alex’s feather-holding hand was the one that moved to pin it, the offending object whipping by Sol’s face, far closer than he’d wanted. “Hhhh-!” 

A gasp for breath, and a tingle that died out in his nose. Fuck.

“Oh, you weren’t kidding, huh?” Alex’s voice, gone dark with arousal, hand trembling slightly where it had pinned him, “You really are that allergic.”

 A pause, as the tickle persisted. 

“You sound so itchy…” Alex pressed further into him, a soft brush against his sternum and a twitch in his nose telling him the feather was returning. “...but you haven’t actually sneezed yet, have you?”

“I-hhh!...I have t-to…” He was certain it was still nowhere near his face, but he could still feel it , wispy edges clinging to the insides of his nostrils. “A-ahhh-lex…hhh…it tihh-…”

A choked moan from above him, and a slow grind against his hips would have made him grin, had Sol not been focused on how tremendously itchy he was. He was growing hotter now too, something about a shared kink -ihhH and knowing his pahh-artner was coming apart from just this-

“HihhhHH-!”

“Your nose is all pink, and I haven’t even touched it yet,” Alex observed, the grin audible in his tone. “I wonder what happens if I…”

Something horribly soft brushed against Sol’s lips, and the allergic itch increased tenfold. 

His nose crinkled, and

“HhhiHHHKCIIUU!...hhhHHiiHHH..HECHHHuuU!”

His body jerked against Alex’s hold. “Heuhhh…”

“T-that was fast,” Composure and arousal fought in the older man’s voice, his expression indecipherable through an eyeful of allergic tears. Sol ground up against him regardless, the startled moan enough of a sign that his suffering was definitely having quite the effect.

“W-hhh!-what’s the-hhahhh…ihh…th’matter?”

He knew it came out more desperate than cocky, laced with hitches, but Alex threw all his weight onto Sol’s shoulder, flattening him in the sheets. “You’re- You’re gonna be the death of me, Angelo.”

He was close already, Sol could hear it in his voice, and it was proven seconds later by the feather back up in his face, tracing along his nose, across his septum, the fibers catching as they went, the pink irritation deepening with each swipe. 

“F-hhHH-HHiihh-ck-..you ca-hhHHAhn’t just-”

The delicate tip of the feather caught the inside of his twitching nostril, finally, and it was over.

“HehhhEIIIISH!! HAhhHKCIIUU!!..hhHHEH! Hh-hh-ihh-HEIIIISHHUU! HAHH-EISHHOOOh!! EEIISHHH!! HACHEIIICCKHHHHH!!” 

“F-fuck-! I’m gonna-” 

He felt Alex lose control over him, the feather forgotten, nails pressing into his arm. He couldn’t do much but sneeze for a minute, but eventually opened his eyes to his boyfriend leaning back on his heels, flushed and gasping for air in a much different way than he was. 

Hot.

Alex’s head dipped to the side, grinning down at him. “S’pose it’s time for me to take care of you now.”

Sol scrubbed harshly against his nose as Alex reached into his pants, knowing the tickle wouldn’t be gone for a while - hell, he could feel the next fit starting deep in his sinuses - but they could at least make use of it while they were here.

“Suppo-hhihH-suppose it is.”

~End~ 

-Cider

edit: art updated 5/29/25

[mossadspypigeon]

also if you don't know what the last flotillas did, the mavi marmara lmao:

^^ a search for "flotilla" on camera

https://www.memri.org/reports/arab-media-reports-flotilla-participants-writing-wills-preparing-martyrdom-determined-reach

and the ngo monitor report on IHH.

so yeah no...it was not a peaceful thing and never was.

also the free gaza movement, which helps launch these flotillas, had an antisemitism scandal awhile back lmao. they're a whole ass mess.

[hockeynoses]

Something inspired me, and I wanted an "I Told You So" situation, so I wrote this. It's only a teeny bit D/s, with a sweet ending.

“Aww, sweetheart, you look miserable,” says A.

“SNF. I amb,” B responds, their words thick with congestion.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling poorly. But you know, this could have been prevented.”

A miserable, viscous sneeze is B’s only response. It fills the tissue that’s held desperately to their face, a constant presence under their red, streaming nose.

“Like I said, if you had only…” A looks at B expectantly, prompting them to finish the sentence.

“If I had… ha… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE!” B groans miserably into their mangled tissue. “If I’d have godden bmy flu shot.”

“Yep. Then you wouldn’t be…”

“Ha’IIGHHH’SHUU! Ugh. Sigg.”

“With?”

“The… huh- the -heh’AAIIEEH’SHUH! With the flu,” B practically whines into the tissue.

“Correct.” A can’t control their smug, satisfied smile. “Now, are you going to listen to me next time?”

“Yes. ihh-KIIISSSHH’iew!”

“Good,” says A, their smile turning sunny.

“Can you brigg bme sobme tea now?”

“Of course, love.”

[empresskaze]

I LOVE your Jayvik fics. Could you maybe write something with an allergic Jayce?

Ok here we go finally! Loosely inspired by the dog in archives skit from the T/M/A live show.

Also I've started using the "snzcane" tag to my stuff but all my Jay/vik drabbles can be found under the tag kaze writes: jayvik (but we know how well tumblr search is...) or ao3 once I add.

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Viktor was used to his partners... theatrics. More times when he readily wanted to count, Jayce would burst into the lab, interrupting Viktor's work, rifling through a cabinet, a drawer, a book, whatever searching for something he needed. Viktor usually ignored the turbulent tornado as once Jayce found whatever he required, once again he'd run out (after a victory yell) leaving Viktor back to his peace.

So today when, the door burst open, Viktor barely looked up as Jayce's frame came into his peripheral.

"Uhhhh V?" Jayce asks while frantically looking around the room.

"Mmm?" Viktor's eyes aren't removed from the paper he's documenting.

"Ha...have...hhh...hehh… H'EHSSCh'uh!"

Viktor waits a moment for the question to complete but instead a volley of itchy sneezes escape his partner who is bent over, hand cupped over his mouth.

Heh'TSHhihh! Ng'TCHht! i-ihh..hh— hihh...

Turning the chair around, only now does Viktor see his partners current state. Face stained from tears Jayce has wiped away but as more pour from his red almost blood shot eyes it's hard to tell.

Heh'TCHiuhh!

Jayce dips trying to keep his eyes up though how he could even see at this point is beyond Viktor.

Normally not at a loss for words, the scientist merely stares at his partner, cocking his head to the side in disbelief. "Jayce?" He finally utters.

"Sorry..." Jayce runs his sleeve across this face then snifs hard enough to make him wince. "As I was saying...you...uh...you haven't seen a..." Hand once again covers his mouth but a firm head shakes indicates he lost that one. "A dog have you?" Jayce manages a grin so playful, Viktor almost believes he's joking.

"I'm sorry...what?" Viktor asks, shoulders clenching. Why does he suddenly feel a headache forming.

"A dog...little fluffy thing." Regaining some control peers back out the doorway into the hall.

Blinking as if trying to force the words to make sense, Viktor continues to stare, "In general?"

"No no," Jayce fast walks to the other side, "In the lab..."

Hhh'iichew! Iissssh'ew!

"Why would there be a dog in my lab?" Viktor feels his temper rising. Firmly gripping the handle of his cane, he limps over to where Jayce is looking. "You're allergic to dogs! Why were you around one?" He holds out a handkerchief for Jayce.

Jayce spins, looking down at Viktor, red rimmed eyes still wet with allery tears. "It was cute, V." He says, taking the cloth, giving his eyes and nose a rub, "Oh, there it is!"

Cupping his head in his hand, Viktor mutters to himself as Jayce runs past him out the door. Tomorrow, he's buying allergy medicine.

And a door lock.

[dafpork]

update i’m 20 mins or so into the film and already have 5 different scenes i want to redraw. flying. colors.

very Actor AU

5 minutes into The Producers and it’s passing The Dafpork Test with flying colors

[trstalks]

fem Remus' panties and the Valkyries and marauders.... please I'm salivating

I’ve been scheming for this one!!!!

Regulus (you know I have to include him):

Regulus LOVES seeing Remus in anything lacy, but especially white and lacy. They live together, and Remus’ fav thing is to walk around in panties whenever she wants to tease Reg. You’d think he’d be used to it but he ALWAYS goes crazy.

And GOD I’m imagining Remus in her pretty lacy panties walking around their apartment, bending over for Regulus to “pick something up.” Because she knows it’ll rile him up (he’s already grabbing the strap.)

Oh my god and the marauders FUCK ME okay. Because you know they love to have marauders hang outs. They go over to one of their houses and drink and play games (and fuck each other)

Remus will wear her sluttiest panties for these hang out sessions because she knows it’ll drive them CRAZY!!! Imagine something like this:

She’s got it on under a long T-shirt and leggings, but eventually she very casually will go “it’s so hot in here.” And take off her shirt revealing her pretty tits in this UGH IHH UG HNNGN BRCAUSE !!! Her shirt was also covering her bulge in the leggings !!!! FUCK ggdkh Christ can y’all imagine it what the fuck

Sorry anyway

you already know those boys are worshipping the ground she walks on so when they see this they’re immediately at her mercy. James is begging her to let him suck her off. Sirius is already mouthing at her nipples. Peter is standing behind her and rubbing her shoulders.

They all four have hot nasty sex. She’s laying on the bed getting her dick sucked by James, while Sirius fucking into her, and while Peter is fucking Sirius.

AND THE VALKYRIES !!!!

Honestly one of the only times I see them having sexual relationships is when Remus is transfem. Like I can imagine it to an extent with a cis Remus but Idkkkk I see them as women lovers first and foremost.

I honestly think they go out of their way to buy her new panties and lingerie so that they can see her in it. They invite her over to play dress up and they fuck her afterwards. Like Marlene riding her face, Lily strapped up and pulling her panties to the side to fuck her while Mary is riding her huge cock.

They’d have THE BEST sense of fashion for it too. Some of their face pieces:

[taylortruther]

i know we've talked about the donut and the hole so many times in regards to ttpd but yesterday as i was listening to loml my third eye opened when she started the second verse saying "who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate..." and i suddenly remembered all these songs she had written about joe how fate brought them together etc etc...i feel like as more time passes the clearer I see the donut and donut hole lol

YES! also thinking how it's about the broader theme of how she was living in fantasy - fairy lights through the mist in sll, fate, the gardens in her mind in ihh, even reaching further to how she turns stories into folklore, and music is her escape/lifeline throughout all her lived ala cardigan music video and the bolter

[hisui-dreamer]

here is the link for anyone interested!

saw these fun hair claws and thought of you hehe

HOLY SHIT I NEED THESE. WHERE DID YOU SEE THEM. THESE ARE SO MECORE I NEED THESE SO BAD PLEASE RINNA PLEASE WHERE ARE THEY I NEED THEM PLEASE