#spill your wine

[the-furthest-city-light]

Hey hi hello I'd like to tell you about the wonderful gift my friend @swordsmans made for me.

I literally spent Thursday night just. Looking through it and turning it over in my hands. It's SO pretty and has SUCH A VISION in the making of it. Gyro's work is amazing. Just. Look.

The cover? The gold foil lettering? God. It looks so good on my bookshelf. And the DETAIL. They painted the edges of the pages guys, it looks SO COOL.

(excuse the low-quality photos, I have learned i am terrible at staging books, but just LOOK AT THESE PAGES.)

Okay and now for me waxing poetic about this.

When gyro first mentioned that they were going to start commissions for binding people's fics I was excited for them and also planned to commission them to bind one of my own fics. I knew I wanted to get a bound copy of their fic The Sea Makes Bones of Bodies as well, because if you haven't seen the typesets for that and the copies they've made you really should (here's my personal favorite of their copies). So I reached out and imagine my surprise when I discovered Gyro was already planning to do so.

Genuinely one of my favorite experiences in fandom is seeing people make art for their favorite fics and be inspired by other fanworks so when I tell you that I was BEYOND HONORED about this and SO PUMPED, like. I don't have words. I'm so grateful to have received such a lovely gift (it's on my bookshelf next to my copy of Rilke. Rilke.) and I keep running around with a huge smile on my face because I still can't believe anyone liked my silly Zolu fic enough to be inspired to actually bind it and now I have it in my hands.

I don't actually know anything about bookbinding except for what I've gleaned from Gyro but I did wonder how it would like. Feel in my hand compared to traditionally published books. I'm super careful with it because I love it so much but this thing is not going to fall apart at the drop of a hat. Also the book just feels nice in my hands. Weird thing to notice maybe but Gyro also picked a lovely font? I read the fic (IN BOOK FORM AHHHHHHH) and it was just as readable as it is on AO3 (though obviously this is way better/more special askdfjajjakkkiss).

If you are interested in fanbinding and the actual process Gyro used to make this, they made a post here. If you would like to request a fanbinding project their form is here. Gyro's Kofi is here as well. And if you'd like to follow gyro's fanbinding archive that would be here.

Okay! I think that's all I wanted to say. Gyro it was so lovely to have a front-row seat to the creation process and see how you made the book. Genuinely one of the best gifts I've ever received, thank you so much!!!

[andy-clutterbuck]

Years - The Ones Who Live - 1x01

[artschoolglasses]

Favourite Looks from the Met Gala 2024

Garden of Time / Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion

[ferretrix]

girl yaoi posting @wormancer

[euesworld]

"The best women are like a good wine, they are hard to find.."

"Mine," she breathed.. "All yours," I whispered back - eUë

[mythicalshipping]

I had to rewatch/relisten to this part 3 times to realize Rhett was saying “hints” and not “hands” lmao. XD 

The *actual* show of restraint in this episode. 

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Shoes

Pairing: YasMoon

***

Their shoes lay kicked off at the foyer entrance, forgotten.

Yasmine leads Moon around the hall’s velvet centerpiece, twirling with one hand on her friend’s waist and the other on a glass of merlot. The marble floor is cold against Moon’s feet, but her cheeks are burning.

It feels like a princess ball. And Yasmine...

Already drunk, she trips. Her wine spills, hitting Moon’s shirt.

Moon only laughs. Yasmine’s flustered, self-conscious blubbering is somehow so beautiful.

She kisses Yas to shut her up.

Sunset light sets the room aglow. When Moon looks out elegant windows, the clouds gleam like rubies.

***

And I chose you The one I was dancing with In New York LA No shoes Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

The burgundy on my t-shirt When you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks So scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone The rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home So scarlet, it was maroon

[the-travelling-witch]

i don’t know if any of you saw but i posted some tea about a guy i was hanging out with at like 2am but privated the post again bc i thought “oh that was too bitchy” but idk do you want me to make it public again i low-key want to talk about the shit he said

also i might change my theme just to get some fresh air on the blog, it’s not the superior spring theme yet, so if it looks like shit you need to tell me

[iwillbealwaysadreamer]

Lesson learned: do not lie on the sofa with the end table with your read wine on it right next to where your arm will likely flail when you fidget

[r3mu5kinnu1989]

The amount of wine references there are in all of Taylor’s songs is uncanny

[the-furthest-city-light]

Good morning/afternoon! I was wondering if you might have any fanfiction recommendations for One Piece, specifically with a lot of ZoLu? I recently read your fics Spill Your Wine and your Fair Winds and Following Seas series and I can't get enough!! Anyways, have a wonderful day/night, thanks for writing your amazing fics!!

(P.S. the pining in Spill Your Wine had me on my knees!!)

Hi Anon! 1) Thank you for reading my fics, I’m really flattered you enjoyed them.

2) OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME ZOLU FOR YOU.

I have more one piece fics bookmarked that I highly, HIGHLY recommend, but here are my favorites that are also complete (all of these are Zolu ships only, and only one fic per author):

that which is breathed by Kurgaya

Rating T

This is one of my favorite fics of all time across any fandom.  It’s a daemon AU, it’s Luffy’s POV, and Kurgaya gets both Zoro and Luffy so right.  The series goes through Fishman Island, if you’re not yet caught up.

Deadhouse by YamatosSenpai

Rating:  M

This is a Zombie Apocalypse Zolu AU, and if no one is recommending it then I am dead.  Yes it is very long, but my god, it’s worth it.  This is one of those fics where you finish it and have a bit of a reading hangover because the world they created was so vivid and interesting.

last year i abstained by Augment

Rating: M

I aspire to write a fic as compelling as this one.  My read history says I have reread this fic 52 times, and I’m shocked that number isn’t higher.  It’s Luffy POV pining, and the sequel is equally amazing.  The sexual tension in this is SO GOOD, please read it.

hanabi | 花火 by narramin

Rating:  E

Wano reunion fic, Zolu goes on a date and sees fireworks literally and figuratively.

Unable are the Loved to Die by BasicallyACat

Rating: T

IF YOU ARE A ZOLU FAN YOU MUST READ THIS.  NO NOTES.

tidings of war, tidings of joy by queerweather

Rating:  M

Spoilers for Wano.  This fic is so horny and so good.  It single-handedly changed how I’m gonna be writing Conqueror’s Haki in Fair Winds and Following Seas going forward.  Please read it, for the love of God.

the only animal by batman

Rating: E

This fic is filled with Zolu pining, devotion, and jealousy, and it’s written so beautifully I reread it four times in as many days the week it was published.

[calicojo]

rating cheese based on how likely you are to pick it up after dropping it on the ground

[sillymeter]

i love fiacre so much bexause he and cymrian would either be best friends or try to kill each other on sight i think

[zorkaya-moved]

you should’ve made some plans with me ,  you knew that i was free . -- From Pantalone ;'3

@wiildcardd

It’s so funny, how did this even come up? Well, not that it matters. The man who was seemingly sulking (not really, she’s just making it up for her own entertainment sake) was someone who she always plans with, but not this time. It was a fun moment to tease and taunt, make him understand that he would need to apply more shackles on her if he wanted to keep this maiden of silver and gold close to him. It’s not that she will actually escape, but it was fun to see and challenge the other, even if it meant getting on his nerves. His expressions were so delightful, even if they were hidden behind a mask of a polite businessman. Tugging the true emotions out of him was better than any alcohol, which is exactly what she was indulging in while sitting on the couch, legs crossed and the satin black robe. Sumeru only saw her as a friendly and laid-back scholar with a knack for humor and teasing, but what was happening behind closed doors hid the queen of beasts who enjoyed manipulation, chaos, and entertainment far above anything else. Even now, games were played and it didn’t matter when one party will come to an end as another will start. 

The wine in her glass is that of scarlet color, befitting her prettily manicured fingers in the same shade. Against her pale skin, the color only was brought up better when contrasted with the gold of her eyes. Sometimes, Sokolova would joke that they would spend such a nice time together simply because she would represent both silver and gold, and didn’t he love mora and his riches. Not without a reason, of course, but luxurious life could satiate her hunger for fun only for so long. It’s why she gets up with a chuckle at his words with a sway of her hips, the sound of her high heels clacking against the floor is something that she adored others noticing about her when the friendliness was dropped and she could indulge as the dweller within shadows and silence, everlasting in this winter. As she held the glass between her fingers, Zarina would glance at the Harbinger with a knowing look. 

“Aw, did you miss me that much, Pantalone?” How insufferable she liked to be in these moments when beastly nature yearns for entertainment to keep its shackles on. This black satin robe, the choker with a golden moon, golden earrings in the shapes of snowflakes, and her black heels were all on for the appearance, for play, for strategy in its own. Why not present herself as the prettiest treasure? Perhaps, it’s why Abyss longed for her: the ambition, the vice, the domination. Well, today, she decided to be irritating because she wanted to see more of Pantalone’s expressions. Pure and simple. 

Is he not handsome when he challenges her back, trying to get the information out of her for a right price and exchanging payments here and there. Money exchange, gift exchange, information exchange. They were in it for business, but was it really just that? Perhaps, there was something else that was just a bit more playful and more dangerous but nonetheless intoxicatingly attractive. Zarina would indulge in drowning her rationality in ecstasy and hedonism, pleasure always being enjoyable in any way or form be it through mental challenges, play watches, intellectual sparrings or something more physical. Her flexibility in finding a desirable outcome was astounding, even now she would deduct what can be done to achieve the desirable result. 

Challenge after challenge, the Silver Serpent of Sumeru (Snezhnaya) would then place the glass on his table, slowly walking around the table to step behind him. There is no malice behind her actions, it’s stupid to even think she’ll harm him or do something in this moment that’ll compromise their... exciting relationship. Her hands would run across his shoulders, the heavy coat isn’t needed within this place and she hums upon sensing the tension beneath her fingertips, but she won’t proceed until he’d allow. Instead, the maiden finally speaks, her tone sultry and sweet in the ears of those who would be able to listen to her like this. 

“Are you upset that I’ve not made plans with you? You’re so tense in the shoulders again,” she hums, seemingly ignoring the whole reason she even approached him in the first place. The scent of pine trees and winter lingers around her despite the drunk wine, but the alcohol doesn’t even touch her. “I am a busy woman, too. You’ve ignored me so much recently.” He did not, mind you. She’s only adding it for the drama,  even faux pouting behind him while pushing her lower lip forward and letting out a fake huff. In reality, she made no plans. It was just a plot to play and taunt, to see if he’d speak anything on that. “I should’ve, I could’ve, I must’ve. You could’ve told me that you wanted to spend time with me. I cannot read minds, my precious partner in crime. The question is, do you want me to make plans with you now?” Her smirk is heard in her tone, the playful notes are exposed all across the last inquiry. “Our plans could be... getting rid of this tension in your shoulders first. How about it? I won’t charge you with money this time, instead asking to dedicate your time solely for myself.”

As her hands disappear from his shoulders, she would step to his left, pushing away the documents away before sitting up on his desk. Her smirk is knowing, taunting, challenging. What will be his decision in this scenario? She doesn’t mind either rejection or acceptance. All of this dress-up and actions are only here because Zarina simply wanted to play. How irritating. Though, it seemed that playing pretend became too easy back in Sumeru. 

“What would you say? We can go and enjoy more things after~ I worry about your health, you know,” is it true or not would remain a mystery. “I can go get dressed after and we can see the market or indulge in fine delicacies in the restaurant while discussing the recent news.” Truly, she was insufferable when she was bored or left alone for too long without any entertainment. 

[ivyblooms]

OSA women stop venting to lesbians about your worthless male partner and just leave him challenge

[shotmrmiller]

the tale of how simon got himself a gf without stepping a foot outside of base.

anyone can tell you that alcohol reduces the ability to use logic. to see reason. it lowers inhibitions and blurs the boundary lines you've drawn in the sand.

but indulging in drink tonight is justified. you're in need of reprieve after this shit week: broke up with your boyfriend, deadlines at work appearing out of thin air, a flat tire on your morning commute. you even stepped on the end of your cat's tail.

miserable. (she's okay, just giving you the cold shoulder. you'll buy her some tasty snacks tomorrow.)

but for tonight, you're wallowing in your own misery. some uninteresting show is playing on the television, you're cradled by the cushions of your couch, a fluffy sherpa throw over your socked feet.

if only there was a way to melt this week's accumulated stress away even further.

cue the drunk texting your ex cliché.

anyone can tell you that it's detrimental to moving on. it's akin to reopening a wound that's already begun to heal. a step back when you should only be moving forward. your friends would drag you by your hair for being so dumb.

but there's an incessant throb in between your legs that's only getting stronger with every glass of wine you toss back. you're wound tight, violin strings stretched to the brink. a couple of bow strokes away from snapping.

you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow, along with your hangover.

typing in his (deleted in a fit of heartbroken rage) number with fumbling fingers and send a picture of you with the hem of your sleeping shirt between your teeth, the swell of your bare breasts on full display with a cheeky little missing you <3

he responds in minutes even though it's 2:30am.

send a vid and show me how much you miss me.

it makes your pussy clench around nothing, already slick, drooling, begging to be filled. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you bring up the camera.

when simon first gets the text, he's on edge, gripping his phone hard enough to crack. no one should have this number except for price, johnny and kyle. he's made sure of it-- had laswell pull strings to give him a secure line. no scam likely's, no cold calls, nothing.

but then some silly little bird dials his number by mistake and the sweet cherry on top is that you've sent a nude. breasts on full display-- soft looking, hard peaked. it makes his mouth water, his gums itch. he'd love to sink his teeth into them, into you, hard enough to bruise. mark. claim.

but that's for later, once he finds you.

he texts back and what you send him in response fattens his cock. a small hand tucked beneath the waistband of your flimsy knickers, gusset dampened with warm arousal. you lick your bottom lip, leaving it glossy with spit. your chest heaves with the sharp gasps of breath you're drawing.

but there's a problem. he can barely see what you're doing. he doesn't have x-ray vision, your knickers are in the way. while he can understand the allure, he himself doesn't have the patience for it. either you let him see your bare cunt or don't waste his time.

he wasn't expecting you to agree this fast. maybe a bit of push back, a little snapping of teeth until you relent but no. you're an obedient thing. submissive. just how he likes 'em. (if he wants to break someone in, that's what johnny's for.)

soft, inviting thighs spread wide, a couple of fingers curling inside your glistening cunt. (duly noticing how your 2 fingers are the size of 1 of his.) your moans spill from your lips unreservedly when you roll your pearl in tight, precise little circles. he spits on his hand, heavy length resting in his calloused palm and tugs himself at the pace you've set: jerky, quick, messy.

you come with a whimper, eyes shut and pliant body coiled tight. a frothy, sticky cream coats your fingers, dripping down to your arse, pooling on your couch.

you miss me too? sent 3:27 am

(he decides to keep you. simon can't remember the last time he's had a climax that spine stiffening in a while.)