#under 200$

[oldjewelryfeed]

Antique Ram Vesta, with Glass Eyes, Match Safe, Silver Plate

[katakaluptastrophy]

"How much time has passed in the - er - real world?"

"Nine months."

"Good Lord." She was genuinely upset. "I would have put us at about eight weeks."

Well, those seem like entirely innocuous lengths of time for Harrow and Abigail to be talking about as Wake's memories cause fallopian tubes to overtake Not!Canaan House like Sleeping Beauty's castle...

[egophiliac]

still absolutely losing my mind over Lilia

[jaredwalkersam]

Jared on playing Meg || SPN 2.14

[gojosbf]

he should've been in my pocket

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Fishing Interlude

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[i-am-a-fan]

mini thing: i’ll either write 50 words for every note this gets or draw for 10 mins.

[israelcastillophoto]

Under the Manhattan Bridge, Chinatown.

[maythray]

[23fallencomets]

love me gently (or not at all)

pt vi, this one is big at 1k words but! we get slightly possessive oscar and a special character at the end!!

Oscar manages to get a duffel bag together. The others had been more than happy to offer some of their things up for Logan’s heat, things they knew Logan liked from their dens or nests. A stuffed moose from Lance, a body pillow from Esteban, an oversized sweater from Yuki, a soft blanket from Checo, a thick comforter from Alex and George’s nest and one of Franco’s many stuffed animals.

Now he was sitting in his car, staring down at Kyle’s number. They had exchanged numbers back when Logan was still with the Power-Dixon pack and now, after years he presses on the phone icon.

It almost feels like a taunt, the ring-ring-ring echoing around his car. He almost expects to be sent to voicemail but Kyle’s voice filters through, confused and a bit agitated.

“Hello?”

Fuck, Oscar thinks as he clears his throat, “Hey Kyle, it’s Oscar.” The silence hangs between them as Oscar clears his throat again, “I know your Pack Alpha said that we couldn’t see Logan until after his heat, but I was hoping to drop some things off?”

“You—he has things here.”

Oscar picks at the fraying material of his steering wheel, Logan had told him to buy a cover for it but he kept on forgetting, “I know, but it’s just things from our side of the pack, y’know, the ones that do want him.”

There’s a heavy sigh from Kyle’s side, clearly not believing him, “Okay, I’ll talk to Will and Scott, I’ll text you in a bit.”

It makes Oscar nauseous, the ten minutes it takes for Kyle to get back to him. Him and Logan had been stuck together for years in different packs. Once they got old enough to leave their home packs, they were invited by the Hamilton-Vettel pack. Sebastian had a soft spot for Logan, but his job as Pack Omega had him out of the house more than anyone—especially Lewis—liked.

Oscar cringes in realization: no one has told Seb that Logan left, unless Dixon got in contact with him.

When the message does come through with confirmation that the Power-Dixon pack was giving him permission to see Logan, it makes something in Oscar rankle. He’s never had to have permission to see Logan and their new reality is starting to crash down on Oscar.

Logan’s new pack house was almost three hours from the Hamilton-Vettel pack house, nestled at the base of a mountain, miles of forestry and fields behind them.

Oscar drives in near silence until he reaches the long driveway up to the house. He puts the car in park, reaching over to the glove box and pulling out a slim box. Sitting in the middle of the velvet interior is a small pendent LS OP inscribed on the back. He unclips the chain he had put on after Logan left, sliding the pendent on before carefully placing the chain back inside.

The drive up seems calmer now as the house comes into view, a few people sitting outside. He parks the car, getting out and opening the trunk, pulling the duffel bag out. He had put a few of his things in too, the idea of Logan not smelling like him almost too much to bear.

Logan is one of the few people waiting outside, looking well-rested and content as he’s flanked by Rossi and Nolan. Oscar had met them in passing, an almost forgettable memory as he stood a few feet from Logan.

His omega Logan smiles at him, stepping down to pull Oscar into a hug. Under all the new scents, Oscar is able to pinpoint Logan’s scent: damp earth, water lilies and cedar wood.

“I brought you some stuff,” Oscar says, voice softened as Logan pulls away. Oscar simultaneously loves and hates how content Logan looks. How could they not see how bad Logan was struggling with Nico’s rejection when they spent hours together? It makes Oscar’s irritation with the older omega spike as he hands the bag off to Logan.

“Thank you,” Logan says, refusing to let go of Oscar’s hands, “How’s everyone?” He asks almost a little nervously.

Oscar shrugs, “Jenson and Nico got into it, Alex and I yelled at them because they were making it about themselves rather than you.” He steps back a bit and presents Logan with the slim box, “And I still have every intention to continue courting you.”

Logan looks surprised, gingerly grabbing the box and opening it. Oscar smiles when Logan gently picks up the chain, the pendant glinting.

“I didn’t think—put it on me?” Logan asks, whatever he was going to say being stopped as he hands the chain to Oscar and turns around.

As Oscar clips the clasp, a pleasant buzz thrums under his skin as Logan turns back around, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy.

With Logan in his arms, Oscar feels like almost everything is right in the world.

☆☆☆

Sebastian enters the pack house a little exhausted. He loved his position, but he misses home and his pups more as the trips drag on. It’s the loud silence that keeps him up; his pack house is never silent, not when a million and one things can be going on at the same time.

He can hear faint arguing from and he ignores the ache in his feet as he climbs the stairs, seeing Logan’s door open. Something settles in Sebastian’s chest as he heads towards it, but instead of seeing his pup, he finds a sad pack pile in the middle of an empty room. His nose twitches at the lack of Logan’s scent, like if they had left the window open and had sprayed a scent neutralizer.

Feeling the pit in his stomach grow, he makes his way to Lewis’s office where the arguing gets louder, almost vicious. He surprised to hear Alex yelling—the alpha hardly raises his voice as it is—but everyone becomes silent when he pushes the door open, his mate standing in surprise.

“Seb!” Lewis says, brown eyes wide in surprise before flickering between Jenson and Nico.

“Where’s Logan?”

[oldjewelryfeed]

Antique Sterling Wiggle Fish Pendant Charm, Articulated

[beanbagstab]

Sonamy bite-sized fics #1

Love Confession/

“Hey, hey it's okay, You don’t have to try so hard, Amy, I already love you.” 

Amy stared at him, stuck in place, slack-jawed, with glistening eyes quickly forming tears.

Sonic stared back at her unsure why she looked so surprised until he suddenly realized what he said. His face flared up in an intense red, he quickly turned his head to the side and scratched his cheek with one hand while the other one nervously rushed into his quills. 

“I-I didn’t mean it like that! No! Wait! I do! I-its just not in that way. B-But I did mean what I said before! Before I said I lo- before I said- you know- aw geez Amy, don’t cry on me now."

---

One day when they’re hanging out, Sonic just says I love you. He says it so casually and naturally he completely missed it as it left his traitorous mouth.

[mysterycitrus]

if given the chance bruce and talia could have such an incredible dynamic in comics if only writers stopped being incredibly racist to talia

if dc somehow refrained from being racist about talia for a single second and embraced the fact that bruce waynes autistic swag is like catnip to hot women with complicated pasts we would literally witness the love story of a generation

[lavellaned]

they could never get me to hate dai it's like that game was formulated in a lab to make me obsessed with it. the near-empty open world maps? i love. the wordy, timed war table quests that take real-life time to finish? i love. the absolutely horrendous platforming they tried to do? i love. being able to control and walk around as every member of your party? i love. the overwhelming inventory management? i love. collecting schematics i'll never end up using? i love. i love you forever dragon age inquisition

[p0th]

thinking about, despite everything, Garmadon still truly loved his son

[scottinaussie]

Fr. Mike Schmitz

April 2025