#wip : game over

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[ineed-to-sleep]

Just guys being dudes

[dieselocelot]

dutch going for a gutshot over a headshot is so petty he wanted this fucker to suffer. wanted micah to feel cheated just like he did

[pia55tri]

"Only you would be able to break a bone playing padel."

Oscar glanced up, a scoff in his throat. "Are you making fun of me?"

Carlos cocked his head, his thick brows scrunching up in confusion. "No?"

Oscar rolled his eyes and leant back against the wall. He waved carelessly to the side and Carlos took it as his cue to duck into his driver's room, shutting the door behind him.

"How are you feeling?"

Oscar's lips quirked. "Not too bad. But not too good either." His chest felt a bit tender when he leant in one direction for too long. He'd hardly realised he'd broken something, really, until he'd taken his shirt off in front of Carlos and Carlos had gasped at the bruising.

Carlos smiled sympathetically. "Cleared to race though, no?" he asked, like being allowed to race was the important part here. It was, to Oscar. But he was certain his mother and his doctor would have a differing opinion on it.

"Yeah." He looked up at Carlos from underneath his eyelashes. "Can't let you get a bigger gap on me, can I?"

"Well," Carlos grinned charmingly, "it's not really up to you, no?"

Oscar laughed, then groaned as the motion seemed to jostle something. Carlos touched his face gently, hushing him.

"Painkillers?"

"Later," Oscar huffed. He reached up, twisting his hands into the collar of Carlos's obnoxiously Ferrari red hoodie, and tugged him down. He pressed his mouth hard against Carlos's, pulled back, and waited until Carlos got with the program and kissed him quite nicely.

"I'll need to leave for free practice soon," Carlos murmured.

Oscar tightened his grip. "I can't believe you're telling me you're leaving me when I'm all broken here," he huffed.

Carlos laughed breathily. "You're not fragile, muñeco. Just a little...chipped."

"Chipped," Oscar muttered. "It was a clean break."

"Mm," agreed Carlos. He lifted his arm away from Oscar's waist to get a look at his watch. Oscar batted it away and dragged Carlos's face back down to him.

"Later," he said, firmly.

Carlos's fingers skated along the back of his neck, then up into the mess of his hair. A sigh spilt from Oscar's mouth.

"Okay, muñeco. Later."

[frostbitebakery]

Ahhhh so! @elwenyere @bluemaskedkarma @cacodaemonia and @lightasthesun asked about the hand kiss WIP and I finally have something concrete to show for it!! :D Thank you all for your patience 💜

Linking pinky fingers has me by the throat ngl…

[fluffyfangirl]

Byler Moodboard (including some shiny dice)

[patolemus]

double-whammie wip (not) wednesday

got tagged by @novasillies (still freaking out over their current wip update!!) and i have a bit of the newest chapter for my time travel au to share

“Hey, Stiles?” he calls out to the older boy. Stiles hums distractedly, and Derek knows he’s not really listening to him, too caught up in whatever he’s doing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Stiles says. His back is turned to Derek, and he spends a moment appreciating the way Stiles’ muscles shift underneath the fitted shirt he has on as he mixes up his herbs. Stiles still doesn’t look like he’s paying all that much attention to him, but oh well. Derek will take what he can get.

He props himself up with his right forearm, half sitting as he puts his weight on it. “You like me, right?” he asks, sounding calm even though his heart has started beating faster and faster by the second. Derek doesn’t regret asking, though.

Stiles goes taut almost as soon as the question registers. He doesn’t turn around so he can’t see what kind of face he’s making, and his scent doesn’t betray anything, but Derek knows better than to trust it when he knows Stiles knows ways to manipulate it. After a few moments, though, his posture relaxes again and he goes back to mixing up things in the mortar.

“Yeah. Of course I do,” Stiles says. There’s a sort of vulnerability, a softness in his voice, and Derek feels his heart soar. 

He didn’t lie. Stiles didn’t lie. He likes Derek, Stiles likes Derek.

Don’t fuck this up, he thinks, only a little desperate as he tries to keep his heart under control. Not for the first time, he thanks whatever higher being is looking out for him, because if Stiles could hear how fast his heart is racing right now he’d think Derek is the lamest person ever. Which he is, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that.

“Cool,” he says, immediately regretting it. Cool? Who the fuck says cool to something like that? “I mean, I like you, too,” he adds hastily, fully sitting up as Stiles finally turns around.

“I know,” there’s the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and mirth in his eyes.

Derek starts to smile, then frowns. “Did you just Han Solo me?” he asks, not knowing what to feel when Stiles just bursts out laughing right there and then.

It’s a beautiful laugh. It takes his breath away. Derek doesn’t think he’s ever heard Stiles laugh like this before. Chuckle, maybe, definitely an amused huff here and there. But never an outright laugh like this one. Derek wants to hear it forever, wants to record it so he can play it back again and again and again, all the time.

He’s so gone on this boy. So, so gone. Derek feels overwhelmed by the sudden rush of affection that overcomes him, a hot, fluttery thing that leaves him tingly all over.

couldn't not do the star war's reference i mean IT WAS RIGHT THERE. anywayssss take the rare angst-free scene. no pressure tags: @dontcallpanic @hedwig221b @salty-fryingpan @oldefashioned @endwersed @dear-massacre and of course anyone who wants to do it

[bbb-bbbbbbb]

another album art inspired one- all colorpicked aside from benreys eyes

[ask-maddy-and-co]

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((Little bit ahead of where the blog was at, but I might as well post it now rather than any more time later, it was drawn during last year's blog anniversary.))

[rosieofcorona]

(heavy sighing) we're so back WIP

[andromeda-vita]

okaayyyy first on the list of designnsssss,,, rayman !! yeah incredible , ik ik just. stay with me here

a brief rundown of it is taking that whole "guardian of this world" concept, and being an embodiment of dreams, bravery and light.. then making it into a silly forest spirit,,

some inspos are sky children of the light, over the garden wall, adventure time, and zelda . again , weird mix , i knowwww . but!!!

i would need an entire doc to list all the things i've written on him thus far but i'd love asks/questions (and perhaps suggestions!)

im gonna be real here... most of the changes have to be the fact he has a cape and, messy hair, with flowers/leaves caught in it (ever heard of a brush???)

[spacedlexi]

can two bad sad girls fall in love? can two bad sad girls destroy each other?

[quailclaws]

happy belated birthday to my husband <3

[bigfootsmom]

He’s having Tommy’s baby 👀

“Mhmm. You look very up.” Evan laughs, the sound of it delightful and making Tommy feel like he drank down the sun. Evan shifts, squirming slightly. “Hey— that tickles.” But he makes no move to stop the movement of Tommy’s hand.  Tommy huffs a breath of laughter through his nose. “Some of us aren’t spring chickens anymore. Gimme a minute to wake up.” Tommy pauses, then unburies his face from the pillows and Evan’s hip. “Why are you up? Everything okay?”  Evan looks down at Tommy, the morning sun streaming through his hair and framing his face with a halo of curls. His soft lips stretch into an even softer smile and not for the first time Tommy is struck breathless with how beautiful Evan is.  “I’m okay, babe,” Evan reassures, loosening the thread of anxiety that had begun to wind itself around Tommy’s lungs. “Pretty sure peanut was throwing a rager in there last night,” Evan prods at the swell of his belly with an oil shiny finger, “Woke up to her break dancing on my bladder.”  Tommy barks out a laugh, finally pushing himself up onto one elbow. “Well, of course. She’s gotta practice for being the cool kid— can’t come out with no moves.”  “I’ve seen you dance, I don’t think any amount of practice will save her from your genetics.”  “Your two left feet aren’t going to do her any favors either,” Tommy fires back, grinning as Evan rolls his eyes.

<3 <3 <3 <3

[varpusvaras]

Last line challenge

Rules: In a new post, post your latest line/development you've done for a piece

Tagged by @the-starry-seas!

Fox watches the minute expressions that go over Rex's face. There's a lot of different depths of sadness, longing and reminiscing, but from the way the corner of his mouth is twisted just slightly upwards, some parts of it all are clearly good. Happy. Happy in a way that thinking back to it, and realising that it's all gone brings a new type of sorrow to the surface. A new type of happiness, too, as he is reminded that some parts of it all have survived. Fox knows that Rex knew Padmé Amidala. A lot better than Fox himself, certainly, in a way, despite Fox probably having spent a lot more time in her vicinity than Rex. Rex had known her on a more personal level, as not only as a Senator, but as the person behind her job, as the person someone had loved more than the rest of the Galaxy. Fox knows what Rex is going to say next. Leia tilts her head. "Is everything alright?" She asks. Rex blinks, clearing the memories from his eyes. "Yes", he breathes, and his mouth turns a bit more upwards. "My apologies. You just remind me a lot of my brother."

No specific tagging this time around, but if you see this, go write a sentence to your WIP (and then come share it with the rest of us)

[fortheloveofexy]

POV: you’ve yee’d your last haw