#stuck in a lift

[onceandfutureclotpoll]

Title: A New Low

Author: Rosie_Rues

Rating: Teen and up Audiences

Summary: diabetic!Merlin stuck in a lift with Arthur. It grew from there.

[sydneighsays]

Project for my art class cuz god forbid I be normal

My teacher made me turn it into a comic

Have fun~~~

[cold-neon-ocean]

Another VashMeryl wip I’ve had in my pocket :)

[seagull-scribbles]

Love her even though I’m not supposed to ❤️ she keeps me up

[stolenslumber]

i wanna lock in your love (sjy)

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x gender neutral reader GENRE: best friends to lovers, newly established relationship, fluff WARNINGS: kissing, suggestive content WORD COUNT: 1.1k

“So… what do we do now?” Jake asks. His head tilts quizzically at you from where he hovers at the side of the bed— his own bed, so why does he feel so nervous?

Your hands smooth over his bedsheets robotically, just as nervous. It’s the end of your first date with Jake Sim, who has seen you in diapers and acne and graduation gowns alike; who knows you like a favorite song, played backwards and forwards and over and over again; who looks at you with such sweet adoration that your heart lurches and trembles whenever you catch him staring at you. 

It’s the same look he’s been wearing proudly for the past week, ever since you’d finally gotten on the same page about the way you feel for each other. He’d wear this look for the rest of his life, if you let him. 

And you would. You’d let him do anything he wants; but the words die in your throat, caught somewhere between aching familiarity and wobbly newness. 

He’s the same Jake who raced you around the block under never-ending sunshine in those hazy elementary years, and he’s the same Jake who told you last week that the air you breathe— you, just you— is more precious than anything in the world. 

(He had added that he could confirm this, thanks to everything he knows about the laws of physics, and you had poked his forehead and called him a nerd for that joke, so truly: he’s the same Jake as he has always been.)

But even after all this time, there are still parts of him that you never knew. Like how his mouth moves against yours like he was made for you; fluid, eager, earnest, forming words of devotion in Korean and English, haphazardly alternating between the two after you’d kissed him for the first time after that stupid joke. Like how his face shines in the glow of requited love, his half of which he had been holding tightly against his chest for so long as an unspeakable treasure. Like how his fingers dance across your skin as they did during today’s date, tracing mindless stars and hearts over your arms, raising goosebumps from you and chuckles from him.

So… what do we do now? There’s really only one answer you can give. 

“Whatever you want,” you let out— finally, truthfully, and with a great whoosh of air that you’d been holding in for too long.  

Suddenly, Jake laughs; that high-pitched giggle so dear to you that it automatically makes you smile.

“We’re being dumb,” he declares as he drops himself onto his bed, settling with his back against the headboard. 

“Speak for yourself,” you retort, but there’s hardly any conviction to your voice, what with how distracted you’ve become by the way he has one arm tucked behind his head and his bottom lip caught under his teeth.

He laughs again, but now it’s breathless, because he’s tracking the rise of the flush from your chest to your cheeks. “C’mere, cutie.” He pats the spot next to him and hopes you don’t notice how his hand shakes. 

Of course, that just makes you flush deeper, but you obediently scooch up until you’re hovering over him, up on your knees while he looks at you with that same adoration that scrambles your thoughts once again. 

Slowly, he reaches out and unfurls your fingers from the unconscious fists they had formed. He takes your hands in his and squeezes, once, twice; right in time with your racing heart. 

When he speaks, it’s hushed and sacrosanct. “Will you let me love you?” 

“I always have,” you murmur. And it’s true. Now that you’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it: Jake has looked at you like this for a long, long time. Realizing it was like coming up for air when you hadn’t even known you were drowning. 

He hugs you close, bringing you into his lap. “Then will you kiss me?” 

And when he asks so sweetly, how could you ever say no?

You get lost in kissing him as heat rises all around you just as quickly as it had risen in your cheeks, until it’s almost unbearable and you’re whining something incomprehensible against his mouth. 

He tears himself away from you with a gasp. His chest heaves, and his lips are so shiny and red that it makes you squirm in his lap. His hands tighten around your hips to still your movements even as he asks, “What do you want, angel? I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

Your thoughts ricochet in every direction; there’s too much you want, and the strength of your want is dizzying. One thought bubbles up to the top: “Off. Please take this off.” Your fingers scratch against his stomach through the thin fabric of his white T-shirt. 

He shudders underneath you, and he can’t stop himself from wrenching another whine from your throat when he kisses you again, so deeply that you almost miss it when he attempts to take his shirt off with one hand. Of course, you do notice when he fumbles and gets stuck in the shirt. 

All of a sudden, the almost suffocating tension in the room pops, and you can’t stop laughing when a muffled, “Don’t look at me,” comes from inside his shirt. You’re still laughing when he finally untangles himself and gets out of it. 

“What were you trying to do?” You ask, settling your hands on top of his shoulders. 

“Some trick I learned from the older guys on the team. Heeseung, mostly,” he admits. His fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt. 

“Heeseung can do that?” 

Jake makes a face at you. “Yeah, so what? Are you impressed, or something?”

You burst out laughing again. “No, you idiot, I think you’re all very stupid.”

He nods as his hand splays against your back underneath your shirt, pressing you closer to him. “Okay, but you like me the most, right?”

You roll your eyes even as you lean into his chest. “Obviously. I love you, like, an embarrassing amount.”

He chokes on air. “Sorry, I’m still not used to hearing that. Feels like I’m dreaming, y’know?”

“Me, too. The best dream ever,” you sigh, settling your ear against the steady beat of his heart. The overwhelming heat from before simmers down to comfortable warmth; fervor slips into felicity. 

Unexpectedly, you yawn. You’re halfway to apologizing when Jake shushes you with a kiss. “Sleep,” he urges. “I’ll be here when you wake up. We have all the time in the world, lover of mine. The rest of our lives.” 

And you do. And you do. 

[thelostgirl21]

Anya zoning out, after Joey decides that Hugh Skinner would be the best co-star to be stuck in a lift with for 24 hours.

[b4kuch1n]

IT ARRIVED IT ARRIVED IT ARRIVED

DESPITE EVERYTHING DESPITE MY CHRONICALLY CURSED INTERNATIONAL MAIL PROBLEM I AM STILL THE ZONE RPG

[dominicsorel]

hmc in my kh4 when

[spotsupstuff]

Do you think iterators can lie and/or swear? Or do taboos prevent them.

If taboos do prevent them, I feel like nsh would have rewrote his genome solely to allow him to, just so he can embarrass moon and pebs in front of other iterators.

i think they can actually, yes! lying and swearing is part of the "human" experience and they are meant to be as close as possible to a person so they can get a good ✨feel✨ 👁👄👁 for that for the sake of their mission with the Great Problem (imo)

if you can't experience, recognize in yourself and then categorize certain things, how can you work with them, yanno? Especially Lying would be permitted. swearing is a lil more on thin ice tho n so,,,

[jemmo]

i didnt watch unknown as it was airing bc i knew it would consume me so i decided to binge it all today. i was correct. it has consumed me.

[thirddoctor]

People saying 12 is too mean and no fun and whatever else have never seen The Return of Doctor Mysterio in which he brings sushi along to a heist in case he’s bored and also holds babies and comforts small children and somehow pulls a full glass of water out of his pocket. man would be great trapped in an elevator. you’d leave that elevator with a new bestie and lots of little snacks.

exactly!!

[theladyyavilee]

do you ever think about how buck was able to pull and lift eddie to safety, while eddie wasn’t able to either pull or lift buck? like I know the physics were different and eddie would be able to pull and lift buck under the same circumstances that buck did it, it was just impossible to lift him up onto the ladder in contrast to doing the standing lift buck did to get him into the firetruck but still WHAT A FUCKED UP PARALLEL to incorporate both pulling and lifting again *screams into hands* (also to have both of those instances in the shooting be the only times eddie is making noises of pain, which while horrifying to hear were also indicators that eddie is still very much alive to feel it, while buck was just quiet and dead, but that’s another kind of fucked up)

[poebrey]

strange new worlds is not doing enough strange or new for me

[hyakunana]

Better late than never, here's my #artrecap2023 ✨ testing a different design because... yeah, felt like doing something new. Hope it still works well 👀💦

Happy 2k24!!! 🌠

[lets-try-some-writing]

Random Crack Idea

Alright so in IDW (i think) Ultra Magnus actually has a little bot called Minimus inside him and Ultra Magnus is basically just the giant mech suit Minimus wears so he can do his job and get some respect. With that in mind I wondered, what if TFP Optimus (in some alternate universe) is actually just a giant mech suit that Orion Pax (or the Pax sized Optimus) is operating from the inside?

He still has the Matrix and all that, but perhaps due to an injury effectively crippling him in combat or maybe just out of a desire to not be shredded by Megatron, Orion Pax operates the giant Optimus suit and no bot knows about it. How he gets away with no bot knowing? No idea. Maybe Alpha Trion hooked him up or something, or perhaps Shockwave got involved somehow. Whatever the case, I think the chaos that would come from this when his true status is eventually revealed would be hilarious.

I mean, think about it. The great and glorious Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, last of the Primes, and absolute unit... is actually travel sized when compared to his big body. He is certainly no minibot, but Optimus being roughly the same height as Ratchet underneath all that armor would be great.

The hilarity would be even better if Optimus's secret wasn't discovered during some great emotional moment, but instead at like 3am when he got out of his suit for a cube of energon. Or better yet, Smokescreen is just chilling at night, maybe coming back from night shift and then finds Optimus taking off his suit and hopping around on one pede trying to get his giant boot off. Smokescreen would be completely flabbergasted and Optimus would just look at him and say "No one will believe you" before gathering up his suit and hurrying off.

The team would be let in on the secret eventually, but I can see Optimus just freaking leaving one of his boots laying around just to scare the scrap out of whoever stumbles upon it. Poor Bumblebee thinking his dad has lost a leg and then seeing Optimus out of his suit chuckling around the corner. Or Optimus gets himself stuck in a part of his suit and looks super disproportionate until somebot helps him free himself of his suit.

And imagine Megatron finally figuring out that he has been fighting the same little Archivist throughout the entirety of the war. At some point Optimus just yeets one of his gloves at Megatron as a distraction and goes to save somebot from getting killed and Megatron just stands there watching Optimus run off with one itty bitty arm like: "What the fRAG!?!" And then just kinda stares at the arm/glove on the ground in front of him wondering if Prime just cut off his own arm or something because he is a self sacrificial idiot or what.

He would be emotionally scarred and stuck having an existential crisis until during a team up, Optimus just takes off his suit and casually goes to collect some energon or something. Every single Decepticon would be left questioning their life choices once the news of Optimus's true size reaches them.

The best part of all (at least to me) about this crack idea is the thought that Optimus, the Pax sized, only slightly taller than Bumblebee, Prime becomes an absolute beast the moment he gets suited up. He goes from this regular sized bot to a terrifying force in under a few minutes and it scares his whole team.

Like, imagine him putting on his big mech suit:

[radiantmists]

binged both chalice of the gods and the hidden oracle in the last few days and tbh i don't care if zeus would blast me to bits, if he were real it would be on sight