#thaaaank you for sending!!

[fighterbound]

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ / @ sasuke !

Her outward demeanor gives no insight to it, but she's much more stubborn than he originally assumed. After a few attempts of trying to assure her he’s fine, he's faced and endured much worse, she got her way in the end.

Her warning and the press of alcohol against his wound draws no outward reaction. Years of attending his wounds, some much worse than this, this pain is a welcome comfort. A sign that he's alive.

Once his hand is secured in a bandage, he looks over her work. Inspecting and flexing his hand to ensure he can still use it. Sasuke gives her a nod of acceptance. His dark eyes flicker to hers.

"Thanks," he mutters.

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. / @incarnaet

[jarchaeology]

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[lolalovesu]

2&26? ☀️

hi friend! thank you for the ask x

2. what movie do you wish you could unwatch?

honestly? interstellar. my stepdad loves that movie and asked my mom & me to watch it with him and that was the most boring 2 hours of my life i swear. i hate it so much like god. it's so boring sorry if i make someone mad here

26. which movie made you think the most about life?

ladybird because their relationship reminded me of me and & my mom when i was a teenager. i love my mom lots and we have a great relationship now but i felt every second of that movie - and i watched it on a flight so!

movies ask bait

[saintirulan]

5, 7, and 8 for the film asks <3

hi lal! ❤️ love to see you in my notes and inbox, love ya mwah mwah!!! hope you're having a great start to your week 💌

5. What’s the very first film you remember watching?

probably walt disney's fantasia! there are some movies that i know i was obsessed with watching as a child from what my parents and grandparents told me (like alice in wonderland, spirited away, treasure planet) but fantasia is the one i actually can recall most vividly 🐇

7. A film you wish had a sequel?

ooooo that's an interesting one! well, for starters i really think we deserved more movies from the master and commander universe. also i'm super biased, but i feel like it would be super cool to expand on the tenet universe as well 🥹

8. Which book would you like to see adapted into a film?

answered here!

film ask game

[hey-august]

omg #5 for a blue bottle with quotes #1 “Give me that.” and #6“I like this.”? and super congrats on 250!! Your writing is wonderful <3 <3

Thaaaank you so much, anon!! I appreciate this so much! 🩷 I'm glad bottle was the first one I got to write - it was the first one I came up with when creating the prompt list. 🥹🥹

Prompts: Bottle (blue), "Give me that." "I like this." Teaser: "Messages in a bottle - feelings and thoughts sent into the world by cowards who were too afraid to keep them." Warnings: SFW. Not an established relationship. Some negative feelings of not being enough, stagnant, and not fitting in. Word count: ~1.4k

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“Captain, we found another one!”

Buggy’s head whipped around before the rest of his body turned, facing away from the shoreline he had been studying. Cabaji held up a bottle. It was sealed and unlabeled. The blue glass turned translucent in the sunlight and revealed a shadow within.

“Give me that!” Buggy shouted as a hand zoomed over to snatch the bottle. He held it aloft to study the movement inside while questioning Cabaji. It was by luck that one of the crew noticed the odd bobbing in the water not long ago. 

The pirate captain retreated to his quarters, footsteps moving in time with the drumming in his chest. He was certain this was another one. The bottle and the wax coating the top were familiar. Fingers picked at the trails that hardened along the neck of the bottle, a fruitless attempt at assessing how long ago the container was filled, sealed, and tossed. Just like all the others, the material stuck fast. No softness indicating recent activity, nor crumbling from an extended passing of time.

Buggy pulled out a knife from one of his coat’s interior pockets and deftly cut along the mouth of the bottle before sticking the knife into the wax covered cork. He tugged. And tugged again. And once more. Barely any movement. He slapped the heel of the bottle, hoping it would jostle the cork. Nothing. Shit. Gripping the wooden handle tightly, he tried twisting next. And tried. An awful screeching squeak filled the room as the cork whined from the motion. Satisfied with the movement, he pulled again. Nope.

Frustration coursed through his muscles, trembling his hand and shaking the bottle. If he wasn’t so worried about the object inside, Buggy would have welcomed the tinkling of smashed glass long ago. The captain collapsed into the chair behind his desk and eyed the sapphire bottle. He chewed on his lip and sucked his teeth, letting the thoughts in his head run their courses. With a silent nod, he nested the bottle between his knees and gripped the neck in one hand. Disconnecting an arm, that hand gripped the knife handle once more and drew back. After a few tense seconds, the cork popped with a hollow sound. As if his lungs had been corked as well, Buggy released his own breath.

Finally, he was able to tease out the paper inside and unfold it. The papers were never rolled, always folded. It seemed to be easier to stuff them inside the bottles this way. Familiar handwriting filled his vision. Familiar, yet unknown. Buggy didn’t know the author, but had come across enough bottles and letters to create a one-sided connection. Well, sort of one-sided. While the pirate had read seven (soon to be eight) letters, he currently had six bottles in his possession - three brown, one green, and the newest blue bottle. He had used two other bottles to send his own letters out to sea, filled with anonymous responses and shameless hope that they may find their way back to the owner.

Why, though? Why did these writings have such a hold on him? Buggy wasn’t sure. At first he thought they were silly. Of course he expected the first few to be treasure maps, not words from an unknown person. Messages in a bottle - feelings and thoughts sent into the world by cowards who were too afraid to keep them. But in each one, he learned more about the author. About you. He felt special reading your innermost thoughts. The ones that you couldn’t trust to anyone, so you released them to find their own journey or disappear.

You wrote about sunrises and sunsets. How you wished you could live among the colors on the horizon. The ink captured your loneliness and longing in words that matched the ache Buggy held inside. Feelings of not belonging, of not being enough, not doing enough, of fear, and of regret. You wrote about pain. And happiness. Sometimes you drew pictures of seashells you found. Of the seagulls that woke you up each morning. The crabs that you believed bullied you whenever you walked along the shore. So many details, but never enough about who you actually were.

Buggy wanted to know more. He wanted to offer you what you wanted - to live in a world of color. To find a place where you belong. Even though there was a slim chance his own responses would find you, there was a chance. Maybe. Eight of your own letters found their way to him, so perhaps that luck could extend the other way.

Afraid of skimming your letter too fast and speeding through the moment with excitement, Buggy dragged a finger below each word. He paced himself, wanting to savor the warmth of another new connection with you. He also admired each detail, as if it were art. Splotches where the ink flowed too fast, the places where you forgot to dot your i’s, the inconsistent spacing when you wrote too fast or worried about running out of room, the way your a’s always tilted to the side. 

In this letter, he could see your handwriting change along with the intent behind your message. What started with lighthearted musings and observations soon turned emotional. Shakey thoughts about the world beyond the one you knew. Concerns that you were wasting your life just dreaming. Hopes for a sign - something that would pull you out of the pit you felt trapped in.

Despite all that you poured onto the paper, there was still space for your little scribbles. Scattered seagulls looked at Buggy from the margins of the paper, as if waiting for him to do something. Even though he was only seeing them second-hand, the pirate could see the annoyed endearment you held for those noisy shits. But it was the picture you drew towards the bottom of the paper that really caught Buggy’s attention.

“Oh, this works. I like this…” he muttered to himself while leaning in. 

He pulled the paper close to scrutinize the lighthouse you drew. Your house. In a previous letter you mentioned living in a lighthouse, but that was barely enough information to do anything with. There was no way he could go up to each lighthouse he sailed past and successfully ask if someone had been sending messages in a bottle. Well, he tried it once and nearly got knocked out. You must be somewhere in this area, based on where the bottles were picked up. Now he had a visual to reference and a little more hope to hold.

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Stepping around the crab holes littering the beach, you headed towards the edge of the water for your morning walk. A cool breeze swept past and dragged grains of sand to meet your bare feet. Unlike you, the sun was still waking up. A blanket of creamy orange and fiery red blended into the slate-blue of the retreating night.

Among the caws from the seagulls and the whispers of incoming waves was a soft but high-pitched scrape. The sound of something being dragged along the sand. It wasn’t long before you came across the source - a blue bottle rolling on the shore. You picked it up cautiously, wondering if it was one of your own tossed bottles.

Back at home, you picked off the wax top and untied the soggy red and white striped fabric wrapped around the neck. It took a few tries before you were able to pull out the paper inside. A paper filled with loopy handwriting in blue ink. A letter that felt like it was intended for you. Someone wrote about receiving a message in this very bottle, a message that they read multiple times before finally replying, in hopes the bottle would find it’s way back. The swirls of ink were comforting, building words that unfurled in your chest. Words that made you feel seen and heard, despite the anonymity.

You had started writing to release some of the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind. A part of you hoped they would find someone who felt similarly, but you believed it was more likely that the pieces of you would sink to the ocean floor and cease to exist. And if your bottles were found, you never expected the sentiments would be returned. And yet, fate felt differently.

Hot tears stung your eyes and fell onto the paper before you pushed it away. Tears brought by the comfort of a stranger. Someone who also experienced hardships and struggles, and carried fear. But they also lived. They described a vibrant life, the kind you dreamed of. The kind you’ll keep dreaming of, growing from the seed embedded in this letter and from the care a stranger held for you.

[biteofcherry]

💐Send a whole bouquet!💐Write a surprise drabble or create a moodboard for them.

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Steve has been having a tougher and tougher time keeping up with your bratty shenanigans. He loved you being bratty, of course. It's who you are and it means you feel safe around him.

But some days/weeks you could really push his buttons. So he decided to get a little revenge.

Steve knows you love his beard. You especially enjoy it when he's eating you out. So one day, when you're being particularly bratty, he takes out his electric razor and lets it start charging.

"What...what are you doing," you ask.

"I've been thinking I should shave the beard," he tells you calmly, trying desperately to fight a smirk at your reaction.

"Why would you do that?!"

"Well, taking care of it seems to take away so much time that you feel the need to act out for more attention. So I'll just shave it and that'll be more time for you."

"No! I'll be good! Don't shave!"

Now all Steve has to do is set out his razor and you dial down the brattiness just a bit.

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-Zombie

Omg 😍💖 A treat for me! A Steve treat! Thaaaank you 🥰

Heeee, I almost feel bad for Steve, getting all these grey hair because of cute lil me 😇

But threatening the glorious beard?! The outrage! That was a very mean, unfair thing to do. Have to steal the razor... 😈

[awesomefringey]

Hola,

como vi muchos chismes en twitter de tu tumblr sobre un besito y puso las fans en pánico- les voy contar un chisme verdadero. mi mamá trabaja en el hotel en cual se quedó Louis. Y como yo soy fan de One Direction le pregunté como fue servele a un gringo tan rico e famoso. 1) el no llevo ninguna morra a su cuarto. la única persona que entró con él fue un chico que Louis pidió para interpretar y los nombres de los clubs más padre 🤣 2) cuando se fueron, Oli le levo todas las xtra cobijas a la amiga de mi mamá que pidieron en la noche pq tenían frío. por cierto la amiga de mi mamá lo llamo guapo, un flaco Octavio ocaña, muy amable y hablaba español muy bien para un pelirrojo 3) tal vez si invitaran una chica fue para hacerle compañía a Oli jajaja el pobre merece amor 4) la primera mañana pidieron hevitos con chorizo leche de chocolate un burrito unos panqueques y un plato con fruta (no pidieron pero mi mamá se lo llevó jaja) 5) se robaron unas chanclas del hotel, unos jabones para la cara, un muñequito, camisetita de fútbol y un sombrero (regalitos de las fans), un champú y dos toallas rosas de baño (creo que le gustó el debujito 6) no tomó fotos con las del hotel pero les agradeció mucho por cuidarlos y México es su favorito lugar de luis tomlinson ☺️ 7) louis estaba saliendo del elevador pa fuera cuando mando al pobre oli otra vez arriba por sus cigarros (se le olvidaron) 8) (mi favorito) louis pidió tacos de vario sabores sin saber que uno llevaba aguacate y le dió una mordidita (casi le di un ataque de corazón a mi madre cuando le conté cuánto odia el maldito aguacate 😭 el taco se lo dio a Oli 😔 9) miraron la película “Coco” en la tele 10) (no me manden hate porfa pero le pedí a mi mamá que oliera su almohada y su funda 🫣 mi dijo que su almohada olía a flores como su champú y su funda olía limpio o normal (perdón pero quien no iba quiere saber) Bueno, eso es todo chicas. Es una persona súper especial y hermoso. No lloren por un besito! dejen que disfrute su vacaciones! -Vale

Hi Vale, I asked @andreaxcb (thaaaanks 😍) to help translate your ask for all of the non-Spanish speakers.

I hope it does justice to what you meant to tell (which we take with a big grain of salt since it’s packed with fandom canon about Louis)

“As I saw a lot of gossip on twitter from your tumblr about a little kiss and it made the fans panic- I'm going to tell you real gossip.

My mom works at the hotel where Louis stayed. And since I'm a One Direction fan, I asked her how she served such a rich and famous gringo.

1) He didn't bring any girls to his room. The only person who came with him was a boy that Louis asked to interpret and the names of the coolest clubs 🤣

2) when they left, Oli brought back all the extra blankets they asked for because they were cold at night to my mom’s friend. By the way, my mom's friend called him handsome, a skinny Octavio Ocaña, very kind and spoke Spanish very well for a redhead

3) maybe if they invited a girl it was to keep Oli company hahaha the poor guy deserves love

4) the first morning they asked for eggs and sausages, chocolate milk, a burrito, some pancakes and a plate with fruit (they didn't ask but my mom took it haha)

5) they stole some flip flops from the hotel, some soaps for the face, a little doll, a football shirt and a hat (gifts from the fans), a shampoo and two pink bath towels (I think he liked the designs)

6) he didn't take photos with the hotel staff but he thanked them very much for taking care of them and Mexico is his favorite place of Louis Tomlinson ☺️

7) Louis was getting out of the elevator when he sent poor oli back upstairs for his cigarettes (he forgot)

8) (my favorite) louis ordered tacos of various flavors without knowing that one had avocado and he took a bite (I almost gave my mom a heart attack when I told her how much he hates the damn avocado 😭) he gave the taco to Oli 😔

9) they watched the movie “Coco” on TV

10) (don't send me hate please but I asked my mom to smell his pillow and its cover 🫣 she said that his pillow smelled like flowers like his shampoo and his pillowcase smelled clean or normal (sorry but who didn't want to know)

Well that's all girls. He is a super special and beautiful person. Don't cry about a little kiss! Let him enjoy his vacation! -Vale”

[emilykaldwen]

💌⭐️ Send this to your emotional support mutuals, who make your day brighter ⭐️💌

Thaaaank you ;-; rough day in the office today and this was nice to see

[fighterbound]

Heated Hot Springs for airi and hinata ? i think airi would invite her !

Hinata cannot remember the last time she visited a hot spring. If she had to guess, it would have been when she still resided with her family. There were no fond memories there. With the many demands of life she's pushed any ideas of relaxing or vacations to the back burner. She always told herself she's go once she got more established.

When Airi suggested the idea, it took her a moment to process. Her first instinct to decline danced on her tongue, but she's happy that she paused and fully thought over the idea before agreeing. She did need the break.

Now she's soaking up the benefits. The hot water is soothing out the knots and tense spots within her body. It's going to leave her boneless by the time she's ready to leave. Speaking of leaving, she's been here quite a while. Where was Airi? Rising from her seat, Hinata blinks when she realizes she didn't bring a towel. Blushing, she swallows and tells herself it's okay. The changing room is just a door away. She can grab one then go find her friend.

Using that information as courage to push her, she gets out of the water and carefully walks so not to slip. Just as she reaches to grab the handle, it opens. Airi is standing right there. Without thinking Hinata's yelps and moves to cover herself.

Filled to the brim with embarrassment, she can only manage a whimper of: "T-towel....p--p-please."

Send ‘Heated Hot Springs’ For the sending muse to find the receiving muse bathing in a hot spring nude. / @sozokami

[mymidwestheart]

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[amypihcs]

Hello! Part two of this nice story! Let's begin the actual investigation! (we have even a little interruption by Holmes - aka our @jabbage who i thank greatly for letters from Watson.)

Uhm, not many clues... That's such a pity! Holmes gets his map and of course goes into Watson's room, where he can examine it comfortably with his Watson there to offer his own observations! Oh, he likes this case!

Agìh, good Watson, drawing us the map!

AAAnd yep. Holmes took Watson's computer for a moment and added the little note! His Watson has many qualities, but he's a doctor. He's tends to write in hieroglyphics. Watson will only discover it after sending the mail, lol.

Ah! people knocking!

Ah it's our anxious headmaster, hope he'll get a chamomille or something. But he honestly cares so much about the boy... and yep, i could've lived without the very typical 1800s-like racism. bah.

At least Holmes is NOT abused by the efforts of the local cops

Ah he has a place where he can search for tracks. good.

Now, to bed, my dearest, i'll wake you up

-the next morning- -kiss- wake up my beautiful Watson, time to go, i got you chocolate. do hurry a bit, i've been out a bit already

This time Watson gets woken up with nice, sweet care, a hot chocolate and maybe a kiss and he's very bi and very in love as he enjoys the sight of his husband!

Today it shall be a great day of nice investiga-

no. maybe not.

Damn, we've been walking for HOURS and nothing. Let's keep checking, damn, it isn't working

HEY! is that a bike track?! YAHOO!

Yeah, it IS a bike track, but not the one i'm looking for! This is... INTERESTING.

Watson is very familiar with Holmes' familiarity with bike tracks, he read that particular monograph or series of articles when he was in quite bad pain and/or couldn't sleep. He was asleep in 5 minutes, Holmes' writing NEVER fails! But back on track... They keep following the track but... THINK... Whose this bike could be?

Now, now, Holmes has intellectual honesty, he recognizes a job well done, but doubts this is one. Well, let's follow this track a bit more HEY! this is OUR bike!

FOUND THE BIKE! And Watson obv gives Holmes a 'good job' kiss! Holmes must have one of his grins now, let's go, let's go!

The rider's running, Holmes can see it from the track! DAMN! A fall!

Ops! blood. A lot of it. bad, bad, bad. Let's see if we manage to find... well, his body. At this point it's not much of a possibility, that to find him alive

And in fact. Dead, killed by a blow by a blunt object to the head. DAMN. this is BAD.

-sigh- What to do now? Holmes DOES remember that he should also attend to this body

But of couse he can't do without his Watson! He NEEDS his husband to stya with him for their investigation... AH! Ah, good sir, do bring this to the school, thaaaanks you <3

And now on with business. these are the facts we know.

but we have problems, here.

Why did german prof get his bike? well, few theories in and our conductor of light strikes again.

Now that you actually helped me in seeing that i'm wrong, my darling, any ideas?

I meant FUNCTIONING ideas, Watson -sigh- But i guess we can solve it together, don't you?

Watson of course agrees and will tell us how in the next letter!

[liverpool-enjoyer]

max i found more art for your soul

The Barbie meme - gay edition

(by @zeroryu )

enjoy x (ill be sending more if i find more 🤭🫣)

LMAOOOO SCREECHING

thats so them. only thomas would take a literal mugshot like :D

thaaaank you karin love you endlessly

[joshriku]

fic stats meme

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

thaaaank you @x-populuxe :3 i have a vague idea of what each of these would be but i hope to be right so let's go

most hits: steve's counseling service (24,467) which is, iirc, a fic i wrote as soon as i finished stranger things season 3. it's about steve giving advice to el and max, who are both trying to ask the other out. it's also the fic with most kudos lol

second most kudos: diluc's terrible, horrible, not good, very bad parenthood (1,640 kudos) which is a short, two-chaptered story about how in a very unlucky night, bennett meets the darknight hero who takes him under his wing very reluctantly.

third most comments: you attack my heart (51 comments). it's an akeshu fic where they all go to shujin, based on that one art of akechi with the shujin uniform. akira is a new student and unfortunately for akechi and his buds he gets very obsessed with him.

fourth most bookmarks: switching (385 bookmarks), spiderverse, miguel and miles attempt to talk about peter b in spanish. it's a little hard on miles' end.

fifth most words: family quality time (9k words). magneto invites wanda, pietro, and lorna to go on a trip with him. he tries very hard to make up with the three of them. they all bond over having mental illness and taking medication for it.

fewest words: partings (811 words). set during the scene in neo twewy where joshua sends back neku to the ug, they have a slightly longer goodbye in which neku wonders if joshua is truly happy.

i lied i only knew the answer to the first two and i only guessed it. bitches write for anything that comes to mind (im bitches) none of these fics overlap in fandoms lmao.. anyway. if you want to look at numbers too you should do it bc i dont know who to tag. thank you populuxe!!! :3

[undeserved-halo]

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[ciginatree]

can you expand on those thoughts you had about Justin stealing your panties to jerk off with on tour by any chance 👀 especially answering your FT call playing with them all casually like it’s nothing thaaaanks

Absolutely, here's a blurb for you

Something's missing. Your eyebrows scrunch together as you dig through your underwear drawer. You're missing a pair of black panties, your favorite ones no less. You check the time on your watch and stand to snatch your phone. Every day Justin's on tour you call at exactly 5:30 pm and you wouldn't miss it for anything. The facetime tone rings as you lower yourself onto the bed. It answers with a swoosh and Justin's handsome face fills your screen.

"Hey, baby!" he answers cheerfully. It's quiet where he is; you can just make out the couch of the back lounge behind him.

"Hey, how's your day been?" The two of you talk as you aimlessly meander around the room. You're so absorbed in the conversation that you don't realize that he's panned the camera back until a flash of dark fabric comes into view. Your eyes flick to the corner of the screen to see Justin spinning your missing panties on his index finger.

"Justin, I've been missing those!" He brings the fabric dangerously close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Oh, I know. They've been so helpful when I get lonely." He smirks mischievously at the incredulously jealous look on your face. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll send a video tonight to make up for it."

You feel a rush of heat fevering your body and your lip becomes inexplicably caught between your teeth. You release it and draw in a breath, studying his face. "Or you could show me now?"

He grins wickedly, standing to lock the door, before you hear a metallic zip echo through your phone.

Tag list: @abiomens @rumoured-whispers @exitwoundsx

[covenscribe]

Amour asks - 14, 27 & 30? :D

BG3 Character Development questions found here!

Thaaaank you for sending in some questions!

14.What hobbies does your Tav have?

Amour didn't learn to read until they started working at the brothel so they are always collecting books for fear of falling out of practice. A hobby they got into that started as work but they ended up really enjoying was flower arranging, especially when they can use flower symbolism instead of just making big showy pieces.

27. What was their life like before the events of bg3?

They had a traumatic event happen a month before the events of bg3, which is how they became a draconic sorcerer, that honestly makes them want to pack up and leave their life in baldurs gate behind. They had been saving up their money for years and working as an escort for the baldurs gate elite had become boring. They want a quiet life where they don't have to preform as a sexy socialite anymore.

30.What's your favorite thing about your Tav?

CURSED DRAGON LORE. I'm writing their fics with how they would be as a bg3 companion in mind so how thier powers were manifested, how the Cult of the Dragon wraps into it (because i love wyll and wanted a connection built right in) ngl I would love to rp with other tavs and durges with Amour.