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[apdistractions]

Porn

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[lenumybeloved]

A real shame that we never got to see Shiv wearing pink again after season 1

[cat-brrr]

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[villiarty]

Behold, we have everything, everything you could be ge-wanten. We have dolls. Such beautiful pink-faced dollen, ja? We have the compendium of games, mit the dice und the snaken und ladders, und the rules. They are very, very importanten, these rules, don’t you think?

[444names]

Names generated from The Song of Ice and Fire character names

Addara Adhodencer Aegedpov Aegorsella Aellane Aellar Agarghtes Aldorrion Aleod Algrei Alleadrion Allymerey Alyndlence Alyne Amerlives Amorolphe Arbra Arceamillon Archo Areynel Ariona Armon Arria Arriger Arthor Ashathar Ashist...

Baldevro Baltcheaken Barfros Baria Barion Barkwoon Barleyent Barwyna Bashann Bassa Bellyd Belwenyrece Bence Bentarielo Berltomer Bhand Bharemund Bilia Blackleha Blackon Blarah Bloodcocaly Blotth Boarict Boisamgor Bollya Boreythenny Boric Borper Braven Bravos Brayder Brettiso Breyne Brogod's Broodcoxton Broth Brund Bryswyn Bucime Burio Bynorena Callewolla Calyn Caridos Carmunst Carostitt Cedwen Chall Chfor Cladaq Clammattlen Clandrys Clind Cockaryn Cockon Coholly Coleo Coleon Commadril Comnyse Cought's Crohos Crommon Daemor Daern Dalemor Damber Daqeld Darltythos Darraymas Dastar Dauncaymert Delew Dentonnyra Dicatha Doramehagan Doroncer Dosenclys Dreyde Driven Ducimar Dunguaittle Dureong Durlyna Dytord Dywantar Ebarwynoyn Ebaryn Eddell Edgael Edwin Eldeatcher Ellarwyn Elliant Elorross Emmonar Erecke Estenyst Farle Feryeurla Flenne Florrent Foold Foredwyck Foreer Forey Frethemer Frydesser Galleon Gandard Ganner Garmuregern Garrykke Genart Gevick Gillyn Gilyn Gisterryous Gorenaran Gorton Gregood Grenfrenne Grenroodd Grethe Grohn Groned Gysaynah H'gherenarn H'ght Hadra Haegoorick Haggan Haghts Hankarragon Hanos Hanth Hareenanna Harkingle Harler Harmin Haron Harrionn Harth Harthaer Hartorreake Harysher Haymand Hearood Helord Heobett Herly Hiballace Hitham Hobild Hognar Hollanne Holle Horancent Horen Horgern Horykk Hotthatera Hught Hughtong Humbeather Humny Illarlan Illoner Illyn Jacke Jacters Jaegen Jaleforl Janald Jaran Jassan Jastandarr Jaswys Jennights Jhielent Jhille Jhogood Jhold Jirrenna Jirya Jonnard Jonning Joriseld Jorrings Joyen Jurlomarnak Juske Justeryed Karianda Karmid Kelle Kniferra Kuraett Kyrege Lanert Lanly Larghtorron Larren Leandord Lilla Liperleon Lisell Lonnaemunei Loodong Lorchs Loredbriany Lorosey Lorrosrian Loundayl Lucallaq Lumfrem Lyder Lylon Lymorragon Lyrelor Maela Maeld Malyn Mancellyren Mancha Mandalbint Manthew Mantyra Marilion Marlar Marne Marricks Marrys Marymoray Materon Matteryg Medrymon Menarbrob Mence Mermunsting Merricks Merysen Metther Moncellyn Monetclen Morianna Morryckla Morymar Mother Mothoane Muncasta Murrick Myler Myrcelmar Myrchaeld Myron Niserra Norgagolf Nosblack Nostred Nuthist Nuthotthard Oanger Oarlar Oleosh Ollanella Oshiella Pattell Payred Peambla Peras Pereys Peria Perin Perla Perseper Perswyn Phiellis Pollard Poodrickon Pothetura Preena Prell Prenysan Prufus Pruskynessa Qarwylenne Qhoandara Qhorayn Quarberyn Quars Queek Qyborgh Ractaunt Ragna Raswelonne Redgenys Regerrisson Relip Renfragod Rhard Rharwatt Rherd Rogna Rogorys Ronell Rosell Rosfie Rosmunes Rostarys Rotha Rumnys Ruper Ryonlyn Ryste Sabha Salleced Samon Samsarymed Sannifery Seldenella Selland Selle Senfromon Serei Serrayn Sevin Shantorrat Shorei Shrenst Shriferent Shrio Shrys Sierian Sightommart Simry Sloos Smariammold Spickspick Sterd Stlessona Stold Storollack Strys Suaitther Sweard Swelyne Syber Syberys Sybourlyn Sylbelmon Tacton Talaro Talman Tanoshallin Taragorn Tarbran Tarwyng Taryouncell Teggle Thell Thenton Thoake Thughaltcha Tilly Timege Todber Toddickbard Todristing Tomer Tonniferys Toreon Toreyle Torobb Tortimry Towerra Trenesserey Trikaer Trion Tumfrei Tumnet Tyenber Tyrickon Tyrin Tywalber Ulleris Ullyna Umbet Uredwin Urltyn Urser Uttygerey Varraced Vikew Visel Vosfiel Walen Waltommer Wangleslin Wanten Welly Wenymonn Whaegsbyr Willar Woode Woodwinifen Wynorem Xargonara Yarax Ygood Ygotheryn Ygrey Yornaethok Yorwyn Youren Yrigh

Same thing but greater order.

Addaregor Adricharra Aellass Aemorgarton Aerouse Aerystaunt Alayton Albert Alcher Alessa Alessella Alladows Ander Androgo Andry Archs Aregis Areth Arran Arris Arrock Artelland Artyn Arwyndorah Aryanna Aryssa Baldon Bands Baran Barbert Barbo Basse Benfield Benna Berell Bither Bitherousin Blace Blacefort Blacey Blacktyder Boarfros Boark Boistaffon Boiston Botleblacks Braceford Branefork Braxter Breah Broosey Brunelle Bryellander Byanna Byrceon Cadwyne Cargon Cassenys Caynard Cayne Charylessie Charys Chigged Claryl Clemorre Cohor Colendred Conna Corbert Coster Creigh Culip Cyntha Cyrel Cyrellera Cyren Daena Dagmerrion Dallyn Dared Dariane Darrigon Daver Deceastaunt Demonton Desmerre Desmonton Dobbert Dorea Doreo Dragon Dunce Dunstane Dunstron Duran Dykker Dykkermund Ebrosamunda Ebrothorwyn Eddar Eddle Edgard Edgarett Edgary Edria Eerlaw Eldrey Elianei Ellen Elwyn Elynara Elysana Elysanda Emman Endonnor Erene Erreyiron Eurong Faleon Falysella Farri Fennytree Flatnos Flemorra Fleton Fling Folly Foolemontos Forld Forth Gaerys Garick Gender Germonlover Geviness Gilbern Gilbetha Gilla Gillena Goody Gormund Gracter Grand Gregis Grella Grelly Greyne Guardison Guaronnella Gylde Halena Haleon Haliane Hallen Hallish Hally Harather Hardenye Haron Harra Harraggleaf Harran Harryn Heddis Helly Hendrence Higgena Highton Hildre Hilmance Hoanne Hoarfros Hoark Hodos Hokeworld Horian Hubartheon Hubere Hught Humbert Huntos Illemond Illidarei Jacaery Jaehai Jaimeon Jammen Janeford Janny Jarenfiel Jareo Jeoras Jhiquire Jhogg Jonne Joyeus Kaethand Kandryn Karyam Karyorber Kendred Kevance Larei Lastable Lastarbran Laswella Leathorwyne Lemontonett Lenell Lestron Lharan Licenten Lolly Longton Lonmounton Lonmout Lorcrowan Lorella Loriane Lorron Lucass Lucastayne Lucaston Lucimoryn Lucindly Luthorgan Luthorya Lyarwynton Lydas Lydderie Lymer Lymera Lymerryk Lyntherd Lyther Macey Maekard Malla Mallendred Mareo Margane Marghenly Margyle Marth Marys Mashawick Mashfore Mathorne Medric Mehalder Melaenyo Melarion Melian Melin Meling Mella Merick Merie Merndon Merraghorn Merre Milip Miliperrand Moote Mored Moremy Morma Morre Morren Morron Morys Motte Mulle Mycher Mylen Myrel Myrenten Myria Noras Norbreydon Norch Norchs Norjenny Nornwoode Norrhene Norrick Obert Older Olymon Olymont Olyvarlton Ormon Osberentyn Oshar Osman Paegor Patis Paxton Peard Perkill Portimer Preen Pressa Pruden Prune Pyparris Qarlon Qarly Qhortelys Qhorys Quaith Quellen Quent Qyburnbert Qyburtessa Qybury Qyler Rakens Ramyr Randon Reyiron Rhaegane Rhaenyo Rhogo Richat Robarberia Roberra Rogerra Rolander Rorgan Rorya Roxtonett Ryene Rylessa Rymanfred Rymanfrey Rymarklyn Rymaro Rymont Sabitherran Sallharp Samund Sanda Sargo Satis Sawan Scallhara Scally Scaro Seralf Seras Serreyna Shierly Sigon Sistelyn Skahairy Smiliper Spicent Spittles Spotte Squiree Staffe Stall Stanna Stickon Stifer Stronettley Sumnerys Surlei Swell Swyck Sybella Sybelland Sylasse Sylast Symonton Syrianna Syrion Talliver Tarbar Tariah Tariannis Tarille Tarion Tarton Theus Theuse Thorimeonel Timeonel Timer Todry Togan Tollion Tomargon Tomma Tommer Torgar Trister Tybolton Tygere Tyrella Tyrie Tyshagon Tywate Tywaters Umberlon Ummer Urranklyn Urros Uthers Uttigen Valerys Varland Varlton Vayonett Velardria Velarys Victarlton Victorgo Visen Wallariya Wallei Wally's Weeperkilla Westelys Wester Whall Whener Whiter Whittley Wifer Wildlin Williffer Willyrio Wylish Wylistin Xaronella Yarrison Yarwyne Yount Yrongbough Ysabitha Ysilliver Zolla

[bells-of-black-sunday]

“You can be rough with me, I won’t break.” + [kneel] Haru -> Tarhos, league

Smut Starters | Selectively Accepting [kneel] - to kneel in front of my muse

Spring was always an odd time of year, Tarhos had learned that very quickly with this new body of his and how Haru always set up in one place and made a... well... he made a nest. If one could even call it that, it was a pile of soft fabric, furs and pillows tucked away deep in the forest away from the roads and trails. He was always so antsy among other things. Other things that led them to where they were right now in a mess of tangled limbs and his mate kissing and lapping at the vent that held his cocks. His bright cornflower eyes holding so much devotion the God's would be jealous to hear the prayers he whispered in his mind.

“You can be rough with me, I won’t break.”

The darkin knew very well that he could really... he could break his bones pinning him into the dirt and heal them with no real consequence, but unlike the animal he had attached himself to he had some self restraint. His claws stretched the vent open finally letting his erections spring free, he didn't need to say anything. Neither of them did, their shared mind space filling with wanten lust. It didn't take a word to be said for the bird to be on his back again, fingers spreading his wet slit open silently begging to be filled and bred like they'd die if they didn't merge their bodies together once more.

Tarhos took Haru in his claws pulling him against him and rocking against his soft skin and into the clawed hands of his lover. "You're so fucking big Tar..." The vastayan purred, "....I can take both tonight." The darkin paused, staring at him before scoffing, "I'm not going to hurt you just because you're in rut love." That caused the vastayan to pout, his bright blue ears pulling back against his head as heavy lashes fluttered against his cheeks "Please? I can take it, please fuck... Tar- I know my limits." Thar darkin stared down... was he seriously even contemplating it? Yes he was.

Maybe it was how foggy his head was from desire or maybe he instinctively trusted Haru to know his own limits, but he wrapped the peacock in his hands and turned over onto his back forcing him to straddle him, "The minute it hurts too much I'm pulling you off and we're going to sleep." "Yeah, yeah whatever- just fuck me already instead of talking about it." If the god warrior scoffed rolling his eyes and roughly pushing his hand against the bird's back to force him down against his scales.

He could feel the bristle of excitement before the peacock's tail even lifted, the wet slick already coating his cloaca well before Tarhos's thumb pulled it open to lick a stripe up his folds ignoring the way the bird's feet curled against his sides. Slowly he pushed one erection in sinking Haru down flush against his scales effortlessly with a quiet hiss... fuck he really wanted to just push him against the grass again and take him like that then and there, but he had to have restraint.

"Ready?" The vastayan nodded, plumes of excitement filled his head and going straight to his cocks. He was so perfect... and such a perfect lover deserved whatever he asked for. The dragon pushed one digit between his cock and the other mans walls watching him tense and rock back against both until he was comfortable and groaning. Then a second clawed finger.... and a third until he was satisfied the other could take the other cock without much issue. More plumes of excitement mixed with pleasure, a silent begging between both of them to just get it over with already.

Tarhos took the cock that rested against the vastayan's back and slowly pushed it into the space his fingers left, the head stretching him open more and more until it rested inside and the peacock gripped his god's arms for stability letting his body get used to the appendage that twitched with want inside him. He slowly lowered himself working an inch or two at a time until he slide smoothly down to the base again, a shiver running up his spine and a keen passing his lips no matter how much he tried to hold it in. "Turn me over-"

A request happily obliged as Haru tangled their hands together staring down at him with nothing, but love and desire. Tarhos purred at him reaching up with a clawed hand to wrap around his waist and guide his hips. Slowly at first. Until the new found sense of pleasure snapped his patience and he turned back over onto his stomach to rut feverishly into the little bird. Wet slaps only being drowned out by the string of curses and moans passing Haru's lips, incoherent demands to be fucked and bred.

The dragon purred pressing his chest against his and dragging his tongue up his neck until he sank his fangs into his shoulder earning another loud groan. Pleasure dominated his very being racking it with shuddered hisses and groans, curses in tongues long lost to time. HE didn't even care about his other cocks that leaked and twitched against his back thighs and into the grass, all he wanted to do was to do his damnedest to make this little bird sing.

To breed and fill him as much as he wanted as if their sticky skin running against each other could somehow merge their bodies into one once again. His tongue lapped at his blood like it were fine wine, drinking him in his entirety and still demanding more. Haru's claws dug their way under his plates and into his vents pulling his head closer to the gaping wound begging him to continue. The dragon panted, growling and clawing at the ground rutting more forcefully into the vastaya's tight heat trying to force himself deeper than he already was until the world went white and Haru let out a loud shuddering cry beside him.

Their hips still being forced together until the vastayan stopped shuddering and the darkin had to stop himself from collapsing himself on him and his cocks slowly retreated back into his skin. Tarhos reluctantly pulled himself off, healing Haru's wound and looking down at the mess between them, "....I love you." Three simple words that earned him more albeit exhausted plumes of joy in the back of his mind and three simple words returned with an equal amount of affection. "I love you."

[creepling]

hole o’ the toon / mark renton x fem!reader

a/n: as a scottish person i am legally obliged to write fanfic about scottish ppl in scots dialect. (note: im not from edinburgh so the dialect might be off a little). sorry if you can’t understand a word of this lmaoo i’m just experimenting

summary: begbie does something out of order to reader and rent boy’s there to (kinda) comfort n make a plan.

cw: written in scots dialect, usual trainspotting stuff, drug ment, swearing, injury, hurt/comfort, reader has not ‘chosen life’ so to say, begbie’s an arsehole.

— How dare ye fucken waltz in here. Begbie hid said, starein fucken daggers it ye.

Naw yer right tae be in their turf, efter awh the shite ye dae. But whit kin ye dae? Free country n awh att. Didnae seem free whin Begbie wis anywhere in ae perimeter. Ye make yer way tae the bog, fixin yer eyes on anything thit wisnt att cunts face.

When ye come oot he’s right er, snooker pole in haun, in a stance thit made it oot as if he wis aboot tae whack it o’er yer heed. ‘Ah’ll nivir lay a haun oan a wummun’ he wance said, load a shite. Ye seen the skelpers oan his misses. Ye ken he’d dae it tae yersel if he wanted.

— Skaggin’ in er a bet. Fucken skaggin’ skank! Begbie sneered. Poison in his spit as it volleyed oot his mooth n ontae yer face.

Ye staggered back, face scrunched up in cringe. A heavy huff a air left yer nostrils n ye glared at ‘um. — Fucken Prick!

Ye lunged at ae cunt, grabbin at ae snooker pole n geid him a Glesga kiss; like yer auld man taught ye. Then a knee tae ae baws, ae moustache cunt yelled. He stepped back, clutching his crotch, his free haun gaun fur his glass boatle. Ye shimmied yer fingers, gesturing ‘Mon en’. Bein aff the skag n oan the uppers meant ye thought ye wur baw-jaws half ae time. Naw even Begbie frightened ye anymore. Ye’d been frew too much noo. N nae cunt kenned aboot it.

Ae reality wis, Begbie coulda killt ye right er if awh the lads nivir hawded um back. Rents, Sick Boy, even Spud wae his gammy arms. Lads at the bar starin, dumbfoonded.

— Entertainin, like? Ye fancy watchin a man threatin a wummun? Sae much fur fuckin hard men, like. Yer words wur steamin oot ye.

— You’re wanten a death wish, ats wit! Sick Boy shouted. He hid the fucken cheek tae talk. Awh ye could dae wiz laugh it ae pansy.

— If a see yer whorin’ face anywhur again, yer deid hen, YER DEID. Begbie tried going fur ye again, slidin oot the guy’s airms. Ae intensity of ae situation goat a haud ah ye and ye bolted oot the door, flashing a finger tae the hot-heided cunt before disappearing intae an alley.

*

— Your off yer head. Mark Renton hid said. N ae cunt wis right.

Ye sat in his manky bed as ae bandaged ye up. A slit near ae eye n a kisser ae a bruise aroon yer eye. Begbie caught ye red-handed. Leathered intae yer heed when ye least expected it. He hid em golden rings oan which split yer cheek open. Fuckin cunt, ye tried naw tae cry. It hurt a belter. Ye wish Rents wis lighter wae his hauns. He wis treatin yer wound like a heavy-handed mechanic. Ye winced as he scraped ae bloody cloth o’er yer gash and he silently apologized.

— Sicka iss toon. Ye hid said, staring aff intae space. — Am gonnae run away.

Renton jist stared it ye, trying tae make oot yer coopin. Wur ye serious?

— Ur ye gonnae dae it or just talkin shite? Renton challenged. Ye turned tae um.

— Mon wae meh. Ye wondered if ye meant it. Rents wis a pal, but ye nivir admitted it. Canny be saying shite like att when yer a junkie. Nae cunts ya pal. But Renton is. Rents’s ya pal.

— Wull go tae yer flat in London. Ur fuckitt, git a new wan. Nae danger. Ye began tae ramble. Withoot ye knowin, Renton thought aboot goin aff a loat. Thought aboot gettin tae fuck ootta Leith, the shitehole it wis.

— Ats it then. Me n you. We’ll go away together. Renton said, putting ae last bandage oan yer scar.

— Ye serious, like? Ye wur astonished he agreed. You n him, goin away. Ye thought yeez hid too much history fur him tae be wae ye anymer. Mibbe he still hid feelings fur ye. Ye hoped, fuck ye hoped.

Ye embraced him intae yer arms, mindin ae cut oan yer cheek as ye burried yer face intae his neck. He smelled like shite. Like shite, pish n cough medicine awh in ae wanner. Ye couldnae gee a fuck tho.

— We’ll jist need tae get money somewhere, then we’ll head aff. Renton said, feeling him get awh tense. Ye jist smiled n nodded. There wiz money in mind, like. Mibbe ye kin stash some tapes n sell em like usual. While ye thought of yer petty thefts, Renton seen ae biggur picture n minded the drug deal wae the Russian skag, n if he wiz willing tae drag ye intae the deal.

[deadlifeseries]

Just smooch already!

Another, slightly less short Prowlbulk story BC this ship gives me brainrot

Under the cut again cuz I said so

Why did he keep painting dandelions?

For the past few days, whenever Bulkhead decided to pick up a paintbrush he ended up painting dandelions. It didn't matter what he intended to paint that day it was just. More. Dandelions.

Of course the others asked about it, he didn't blame them. "I just want to try different styles and it's easier to paint something simple" is what he had told them, and it wasn't entirely wrong per se, it just wasn't the entire truth.

As much as he wanted to deny it, his prossecor had latched onto dandelions, because his spark had latched onto a bot particularly fond of them.

In the wake of this new theme, Prowl had taken more of an interest in Bulkhead's hobby. Passing by from time to time to see what new ways he'd find to paint the humble flowers.

"This one is rather interesting" stood in front of one of the newer paintings. It was of a gray scale street, with the only color being the bright green and yellow of a dandelion patch in a crack in the sidewalk.

Bulkhead looked away from the canvas he was sitting with, "thanks! I wanten to try making a painting where the dandelions take priority in an environment where they'd get overlooked".

And that they did. The background had buildings, and people, and all these other things that would take your attention. Yet the only thing you could really focus on was the little bit of color the dandelions provided.

"Well I'd say you've done an excellent job at that, is there a particular place you used as the background?"

"No, it's just a mix of random buildings and things you see outside. Most streets look kind kinda the same" Bulkhead chuckled a bit at the last part, it was true, the big city looked way too similar most places.

"Yes, that is why I look for little things like this, it makes things seem more lively", Prowl was still looking at the painting, enamoured by the attention to detail.

He must've stood there for a while because Bulkhead eventually sked if he wanted to take it. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah! It's not like I'm gonna run out of dandelion painting anytime soon. And... you seem to really like that one"

Prowl could've sworn he was Bulkhead blush a little, but decided not to bother him anymore so he took the painting and went to his room.

Sitting in his room with the painting propped up against the tree, he couldn't help but feel something tugging at his spark. He had expressed how he didn't like the distain people had towards dandelions. That he really liked them. And now it was the only thing Bulkhead would paint.

Did this mean something?

"No. We are just. Friends. He must've simply started to notice them more after what I said", as much as the thought stung, it's what he kept telling himself. Still, he could appreciate the paintings.

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"There's totally something going on between them" Bumblebee whispered to Sari as they played games together.

"I don't know, I mean it's pretty common to paint flowers and nature stuff" she wasn't sure what he meant, but had a feeling she knew.

"Sure, but didn't Prowl have a rant about dandelions right before this whole ordeal started?" he, paused the game and leaned back "it can't be a coincidence, right?"

"OK? I don't know, maybe it just gave him the idea" that's the only reason she could think of. At least as far as plausible reasons go. She could of course come up with other reasons, but none of them made sense. "They're good friends, and sometimes friends give each other ideas" she wanted to leave it there and return to the game, she was so close to finally beating Bumblebee. He shrugged and the two went right back to their game.

Unbeknownst to them their little discussion had been heard by someone who they'd rather keep it away from. Prowl sat up on the cranes near the scieling, contemplating what they had said. Once again, the word 'friends' made his spark clench for some reason. It's not that he didn't like Bulkhead, quite the opposite actually. He really liked Bulkhead.

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A few more days passed, and while Bulkhead had started getting over his weird dandelion phase, he didn't seem to keen on painting anything else. Frankly, he seemed distracted.

And it wasn't just him

Prowl was acting more reclusive, everyone found that odd since he had just been getting more open with his teammates a while ago.

Most of all, the two seemed to avoid each other. To the point where Optimus was starting to get worried.

It wasn't like him to try and get involved in someone else's personal matters, but he also had to make sure his team was doing alright. He figured Bulkhead would be easier to talk to, he walked towards Bulkhead's room and as he was about to knock the door opened, surprising them both.

"Uh, hey bossbot. Did something happen?" Bulkhead had a sneaking suspicion about what it was.

"Well I was just wondering if you and Prowl have gotten into a fight. I don't mean to pry, but you've been avoiding each other."

"Well... about that. I just got a call from him asking to meet up. I was about to head out now."

"Oh, well in that case I wish you luck", he stepped aside and Bilkhead set off towards the spot Prowl asked him to come to.

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Prowl was incredibly nervous as he waited, and no amount of trying to meditate remedied it. He knew that he could potentially ruin his newly blooming friendship, but he felt like his spark would eat itself up is he kept his feelings to himself any longer.

After what felt like an eternity of pacing around and contemplating he finally heard Bulkhead approach in the distance. Prowl quickly composed himself, and hoped the other wouldn't hear his spark pounding in his chestplate.

And so they were facing each other for the first time in a while. The place Prowl had chosen was a somewhat remote clearing. Just close enough to the city to not take too long to drive back home, but far enough away for privacy. The evening breeze rustled in the trees ever so slightly.

"So, uh. What did you want to talk about?" Bulkhead asked awkwardly, he couldn't help but notice how good the ninja bot looked with the soft moonlight reflecting off his plating.

"For starters, I'd like to say just how much our friendship means to me. I could trust you to keep the dinobots a secret, even though Prime would be mad at you for it. And even if I couldn't help you the way I wanted you still gave it your all and tried". Prowl's voice was unwavering but as much as he tried he was getting more and more flustered. "I would hate to ruin anything between us, but I...", he swallowed even though his mouth was dry, "Recently when you only painted dandelions, you did so after i spoke about them... and I feel quite similarly about you". He was just about burning up at this point, face completely taken over by a deep blish and hus engine cearly audible. He looked up to see that the other wasn't fairing much better, now standing a lot closer and looking bewildered.

"Uhm, h-how so?" Bulkhead was almost afraid to ask, but in his spark there was only excitement. If this meant what he thought it meant he could just about pass out on the spot.

The angle of Prowl's visor softened, he took a deep breath. "People tend to misunderstand you, and disregard your good qualities. After spending more time together I've realised just how... amazing you are. Your endless knowledge on spacebridges, how gentle you can bes despite your strength, and even if the others don't understand your art I've come to apreciate it". He was so caught up that he didn't notice how the other was starting to tear up. "Bulkhead? I- I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?" his spark froze, the last thing he wanted was to hurt the bot he loved. Withouth thinking, he cupped Bulkhead's face in his hands.

Bulkhead took hold of Prowl's wast, lifting him up into a kiss. "Noone has ever said anything like that to me", he smiled. Prowl smiled too, more than Bulkhead had ever seen him do. "I thought you were avoiding me because I upset you. But to hear you say all that, it's more than I could ever ask for. I admire you a lot and... I love you too".

They stayed there for a minute looking into each other's optics, then they leaned in and kissed again. And again. They both lost track of how long they had been sitting there exchanging kisses and words of adoration. "Does this mean we're more than friends now?" Bulkhead asked sheepishly, Prowl looked at him for a moment, then chuckled "if it doesn't mean that then I don't know what it means". They looked around in the darknes, realising how late it was "we should head home", "yeah... do we tell the other's about this?". Prowl took a moment to think "no, not yet. I do not want o deal with all the questions we will get right now".

"Yeah, especially Bumblebee... I'm sure it'll be fine, let's get going".

That night they both went to sleep excited about what their newly formed relationship would bring. But one thing was certain: neither of them had any regrets about it.

[holyhottubmentality]

Morpheus : disa yous lasten chance. Aftah disa, dalee nosa turnen backen. Yousa take da blue pill - da story ends, yousa wake tup in yous bed and believe whatever yousa wanten to believe. Yousa take da red pill - yousa stayen in wonderland and me show yousa how deep da rabbit hole goes

[and-fishing-equipment]

NOOO LITTLE NON-BINARY GERMAN GUY WITH SENSORY ISSUES DON'T WEAR THE BRA WITH CUPS "oh mein gott, zis is making me wanten to die on so viele levels"

[hairpin-nu]

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[haitaniapologist]

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anon i just woke up to this and !!!!!!!!!!!!!! im in tears rn c'mere let me kiss your lips !!!!

[rikwintein]

Workshop

Laatst nam de piot deel aan een schrijfatelier. Op die workshop – in het kader van het festival Mirage – schotelen twee dames die van wanten weten (Lara Taveirne en Marieke De Maré) de deelnemers vier opeenvolgende schrijfopdrachten voor. De eerste oefening moet de zintuigen aanscherpen: rondwandelen en de omgeving registreren. In een volgende taak mogen de deelnemers hun vroegste…

[rotterdamvanalles]

Veel mensen voor de ingang van het Dorus-theater, 1968 Op de voorgrond het standbeeld van Koos Speenhoff.

Een programma voor alle Rotterdammers. Dat brengt Dorus en zijn jong talent in zijn zaal aan het Doruspleintje naast de Rotterdamse Schouwburg. Een programma waar iedereen twee uur lang volop plezier aan kan beleven. Zonder onderbreking kabbelen de amusementsgolfjes de sfeervolle zaal in, soms cabaretesk, dan weer zuiver muzikaal. Er zijn vele meezingertjes bij en de zaal, zo blijkt elke keer weer, weet dan van wanten. Maar ook bij de praatstukjes van Dorus is wel duideUjK dat de Maasstedelingen „meesmoezers" zijn, zoals Tom Manders zed. En vooral hij weet de sfeer op bijzondere wijze te maken. Meestal door het publiek er direct in te betrekken. Hij maakt een geintje over een man die sigaren rookt, zegt dat hij ze zelf ook graag krijgt en de man is zo goed niet of hij staat er een af. Dorus bekijkt het kleine sigaartje en vraagt: „Ik zou wel eens willen weten wat je met z'n ouders gedaan hebt?"

En wat hem aan Rotterdam bindt, blijkt een vrouw te zijn. „Ik heb al dertig jaar een verhouding met een hele aardige weduwe," merkt hij op. Een reclamemopje, want hy draait even later een zware weduwe. 'En met de metro weet hij ook op bijzonder fijne manier de spot te drijven. De tien jeugdige Zuidhollanders die op de planken verschijnen, hebben veel eenvoudige scènes met nogal wat pantomime erin. Vooral het mondharmonikanummertje is aardig. Lidia Oosthoek (uit Rotterdam) en Diny Paerels (Schiedam) maakten een goede indruk, aan het optreden van de overigen zal nog plankenkoorts en onwennigheid kleven. Maar wat dat betreft: met het aantal optredens zal ook dat wel slijten.

De fotograaf is Ary Groeneveld en de foto komt uit het Stadsarchief Rotterdam. De informatie komt uit het Vrije Volk van 26 juni 1967 via delpher.nl

2023

[nature-played-a-trick-on-me]

Breien is dus best therapeutisch omdat ik dan niet na hoef te denken over Levensdingen TM en dat ook niet kan op dat moment. Ik ben bijna in staat om voor iedereen die ik ken wanten te gaan breien ofzo alleen wil natuurlijk niemand dat omdat het fucking mei is en warm haha