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Wyll motivation for the week <3

I think I saw Karlach version sometime and thought Wyll needed one too

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WIP WED

i was not planning to do one until @dizzymisslizzie pointed out the similarity i was also seeing to dragon alex and his horses with TZP and dakota so ... why not - right? - if ya wanna catch up on Something About Dragons - Chapter 4 will be out Thursday morning

thanks so much for the tags today @dizzymisslizzie @priincebutt & @tailsbeth-writes

Henry leans on the fence with a grace that doesn’t quite match his carefully tousled hair or the smudge of dust on one cheek. His gaze is fixed on the horses, a kind of reverence in his expression. He’s known horses all his life—ridden, groomed, trained. But he’s never seen anything like this. These horses—especially the young ones—interact with Alex as if he’s one of them. Not just familiar, but kin. And Henry knows, because he’s watched from the narrow tower window in the early hours, that when this same man is a dragon, scales and wings and flame, the horses still run to him. That says something. Something big. Something that makes Henry’s chest ache in a way he doesn’t yet understand. Henry thinks it might possibly mean that all the thoughts he has about this dragon being different than what he’s heard dragons are might be true. Alex walks over to join Henry at the fence, brushing stray hay from his trousers, Cal trailing behind like a shadow. The horse nudges Alex’s shoulder impatiently, clearly expecting something—an introduction to the prince. A proper one. Alex can’t help but huff a small laugh. Cal’s been asking about the prince for days now, ever since overhearing the older horses and Alex talk about the royal guest in the princess tower. He’s been very interested. Alex slides sideways with a practiced ease that comes from being around Cal most of the young horse’s life, and gives him space to move forward. The horse wastes no time, stepping up to the prince with all the confidence of a creature who knows he is beloved. Henry blinks, showing his surprise, as the horse nudges his chest with warm breath and curious eyes. Tentatively, he raises his hand, fingers brushing over the horse’s nose. Cal leans into the touch, and Henry, as if guided by instinct, strokes along his face, up between the eyes, all the way to the soft tufts behind his ears. Alex watches, amused, but something flickers behind his grin. He doesn’t need Cal to say a word. The horse is smitten. And, by the look of it, so is the prince. “If ya keep that up,” Alex drawls, arms crossed where he leans over the fence rail, “you’re gonna become his favorite.”

& the vid that inspired me deciding i might as well post today (cuz i can't be the only one who could spend all day watching this)

& AN OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO ALSO THROW A LAST MINUTE ONE OUT and a few tags just cuz i can lolz

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soon may the wellerman come, your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

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Also to be clear if you put the new Harry Potter show on my dashboard I will be unfollowing and probably blocking you. JK Rowling is responsible for the death and pain of too many trans people to count in my country and I cannot tolerate her new way of trying to gain cultural and financial power in any way shape or form.

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Holy Orange Bottles, Each Night I Pray To You by Brookhacker [T]

Charlie and Nick have been holding hands since they sat down in the office waiting room and when Nick squeezes his hand as the doctor speaks for once it doesn’t feel like a comfort. Charlie tries to keep a positive attitude. They don’t really know what’s happening yet and it won’t help Nick to have Charlie all stressed out and crazed. It could still be nothing. If Nick isn’t freaking out then neither is Charlie. …. Nick and Charlie's journey after a life-changing diagnosis.

Hunted by 7ate9 [M]

Charlie has been sick for days, so ill that he hasn’t been able to stand. It’s only fitting, of course, that someone decides tonight is the night to commit a murder.

Let it Out and Let it In by 7ate9 [M]

Nick was the last person to see Charlie Spring before he went missing. They spent the afternoon together, and Nick kissed him goodbye and watched him walk away. Charlie never made it home. In the wake of his disappearance, their friends and family have to deal with the fallout. Nick is holding out hope for Charlie to come back, because he doesn't know what he'd do if he doesn't.

Light the Match by LRoseC2022 [T]

Nick and Charlie kiss during rugby warm-ups and it makes them the target of some particularly homophobic players on the opposing team. Things spiral out from there!

The Love I Was Too Afraid to Chase by JaeJae2Go [G]

Nick and Charlie forever. But someone else in Hamlet House fell for Charlie too.

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I am beyond thrilled to be half way through this hellscape of a week!

You, darling moots, have been a bastion of light in a crappy week!

Thank you for the tag @onpurposewrites this week!

This is a WIP I had no business starting and will likely live in the growing spreadsheet for a while!

Las Vegas wedding Alex & Henry. This is straight up SMUT below the cut. Feel free to skip it if that’s not your jam!

Open, no pressure tags above the cut to be sensitive to those who might not want to be subjected to my NSFW ramblings!! lol

@marzelgrimm @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull5914 @tailsbeth-writes @miss-minnelli @iboatedhere @alasse9 @legallyobtuse @stellarmeadow @theprinceandagcd @tinyarmedtrex @three-drink-amy @worldofvillainy @whispered-story @crownedinlove

The first encounter was furiously hot.

Alex fucking into his mouth. His knees thrilling at the pain of the tile floor.

Henry only pulling away to tell him, “You and your perfect ass are coming up to mine so I can shove my cock inside you and make you scream my name.”

He wrapped his mouth around Alex’s cock again and squeezes his ass to tell him to pump into him again.

“Fuck yes, baby, absolutely,” Alex groans.

“I want you to wear me the rest of the night,” Alex moans to the ceiling.

Henry’s vibrating groan of enthusiastic agreement echoed through Alex’s body and his orgasm started to crest.

Alex pulls out of Henry’s mouth. The blonde’s tongue sticks out as he holds his mouth open.

Alex directs his orgasming cock to Henry’s cheek. His come erupting on his pale skin is obscene and gorgeous. Alex guides his cock to shoot the remainder into his mouth and across his other cheek.

Henry’s blue eyes are wide and pupils blown out with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Alex’s head hits the stall door.

Henry runs a finger over his cheek and sucks Alex’s come into his mouth.

“You are delicious, in every way,” Henry’s accent makes Alex’s softening cock twitch.

Henry stands and towers over Alex.

It is insanely hot. Made molten when he uses his finger to swipe at his other cheek and lick Alex’s spend from himself.

“Wear you all night, isn’t that what you said?” Henry voice is velvet.

Alex can only nod.

“And the second part of the night I mentioned?”

“So much yes!” Alex huffs out.

“Do you want to escape now?” He asks, buttoning Alex’s jeans for him.

“They’ll kill me,” Alex whines.

“You might be too drunk later,” Henry croons.

“Fuck me anyway,” Alex bites Henry’s neck and sucks.

Henry keens with pleasure.

“You can have whatever you want, darling,” Henry moans.

Henry and Alex straighten (ha!) each other up.

Henry’s salmon pink button up, collar straighten, sleeves rolled up to show sinfully hot forearms, tucked into navy blue trousers that make his ass look amazing.

Alex is his black lace bomber jacket, no shirt (god help him) and tight black distressed jeans.

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if I ever pass away do NOT unfollow me. I will be back

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they dont know that pennywise is actually a pregnant alien spider. they dont know that mike hanlon is the beating heart of the narrative. they dont know about bev’s first date. they don’t know about eddie kaspbrak’s gucci loafers. they don’t know about the teenage werewolf. they don’t know will hanlon. they don’t know aloysius nell. they don’t know kay mccall. they dont know that mike plays the trombone. they don’t know about the turtle. they don’t even know about “STEVEN SPIELBERG EAT YOUR HEART OUT!”

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there’s nothing wrong with overly self-indulgent shit like honestly

make that fuckin beauty and the beast au with your otp

draw your favorite character broken and bloody for no reason

make a self-insert that’s super important and powerful

write porn of that obscure ship centered entirely around your personal kinks

headcanon your faves as your sexuality, gender, etc

have fun man

i mean in the past i’ve made fun of all these things but i’ve grown up and chilled out and honestly? fiction is your platform to go nuts. have a great time. do what you want to

just respect other people’s boundaries and don’t go forcing your headcanons down other people’s throats, because they deserve to have a good time too

enjoy fiction however you want to and don’t let other people tell you how it’s supposed to be enjoyed

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i might elaborate later but fanfic replies literally develop writer’s metacognition and make them better writers

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As , the United States, potentially heads into another forever war I can only think of this quote.

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man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanity

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hurt/comfort prompt 4 + firstprince pls 🥺

Henry steps inside their home and feels the weight of the day slide off his shoulders as he hangs it up beside his jacket. The concerns about an upcoming fundraiser are left in the ugly bowl Bea made them along with his keys, and the weariness of carrying the shelter responsiblities is toed off with his shoes. None of his daily burdens are anywhere near as oppressive as those of his past life, but it still feels good to let them stay in the entryway while he continues on into the home he shares with his family.

"Love, I'm home," he calls out as he enters the space between the kitchen and living room.

"In here," comes Alex's voice from his left.

Henry lets his heart lead the way to the dining room table, where Alex is sitting down, staring at a few pieces of paper. He rises with a smile when he sees Henry though.

"How was your day?" Alex asks as he wraps his arms around Henry's neck to pull him into a kiss.

"Normal, lots of gala planning," Henry answers in between soft presses of their lips. "Yours?"

Alex shrugs without loosening his grip around Henry. "Okay, no client meetings today so I was able to just focus on the Angelo case. I gotta talk to a couple of people, but I got some new angles cleaned up."

"That's wonderful," Henry says. He slides his hands from Alex's waist to fully encircle his partner. "Does that mean you're free for the evening?"

"Define 'free'?" Alex jokes. "I mean, I don't have work stuff that can't wait. But there is this one gorgous Brit that seems pretty intent on keeping me where I am."

"Menace," Henry chuckles, stealing a longer kiss before breaking off to glance down at the papers on the table. "How was your appointment?"

Alex follows his gaze and tips his head forward to rest the side of his temple on Henry's shoulder. "Fine, doc said I should cut back on the caffeine, eat more veggies, the usual." He hesitates for a moment, then adds, "I gained some weight apparently."

Henry bites back his first instinct to tease. Something in Alex's voice holds him back from their usual banter. "Was he concerned about that?" he questions gently.

Alex shakes his head, not lifting it from Henry's shoulder. "Nope. He said it brought me closer to whatever the fuck a 'healthy weight' is for a guy my age. Like those charts aren't all based on crackers like you."

Henry laughs and takes the rib easily. "My apologies for centuries of racist medical research," he says honestly.

Alex chuckles and shuffles forward, letting Henry take a little more of his weight.

"How are you feeling about it?" Henry asks after a moment.

Alex shrugs again. "Dunno. Feels like a Thing, but I can't tell if it's a Good Thing or a Bad Thing."

Henry nods. Alex's curls brush against his jaw, all familiar softness catching on hints of his five o'clock shadow. "It makes sense," he muses. "You're eating more regularly these days. Less takeout. More home cooked meals. Less unscheduled 5 mile runs, which our shoe budget also thanks you for."

Alex snorts. "Even when I was going through a pair a year, you have still always spent more money on those stupid loafers than I do."

"If you'd ever let me get you a pair," Henry counters, "you'd understand why."

"I refuse to give in to the wiles of being a fancy pants rich boy."

"Fascinating, I'd gotten the impression that you rather enjoyed getting into those sorts of pants."

"Please, we both know Zahra would kill me if I actually wore your pants to an event."

Henry hums, pretending to consider it. "I imagine you'd trip over the hems before you got that far."

"Fuck you."

"I thought that was your job, darling."

Alex huffs out a laugh and nuzzles up Henry's neck. "Well it better not be anyone else's," he murmurs into his ear.

Henry loves how Alex's breath against his skin still makes him shiver, even after they've been together for the better part of a decade. "My point being," he insists, attempting to reign the conversation in before Alex gets him too riled up, "that you're living a much more relaxed and healthy life now, love. It's only logical that your body would change a little now that you're not running yourself ragged."

Alex nods slowly. "I just don't wanna like, let myself go, you know?"

Henry hides his smile in Alex's hair. "You're not, I promise." He slid a hand down from Alex's waist to his arse, squeezing gently to make his point. And also just to touch. Heaven help him, he's a simple man with simple desires.

The thing is, Henry had already noticed Alex's body changing. Not enough that he'd been concerned or felt the need to bring it up, but Henry fancies himself a bit of an expert on his partner's body. Over the past year, he's greatly enjoyed the way Alex's waist has gotten just a little wider between his hands. Henry had quietly rejoiced when he noticed that his head had a little more support when he rested it on Alex's chest than it used to. He's been taking full advantage of the softening of his thighs and backside to cling tightly to them regardless of what position he and Alex find themselves in.

Henry had gone through something of a similar situation back when he first moved to New York though, so he recognizes the swirl of thoughts, worries, and questions lurking behind Alex's unusually quiet words.

"You're living a healthier life now, Alex," Henry asserts. "You're taking better care of yourself than you've been able to in the past. And I'm so proud of you for that, love."

Alex lifts his head to press his mouth against the underside of Henry's jaw, not trying to start anything, just acknowledging Henry's words.

"And you're right that the entire BMI system is utter bullshit," Henry continues, "but the fact of the matter is that you're taking excellent care of your body these days. You eat well, we both get our vitamins in, and you still run and lift regularly. Also, the fact that we're not 20 anymore stands. I'd wager this body is living its best life right now, at whatever weight that shows as on a scale."

"You're right," Alex mumbles against his skin after a minute. "I just wasn't expecting it I guess."

"That's perfectly understandable," Henry assures him. "I must say I'm a big fan of this edition of Alex Clairmont-Diaz. He's comfy." He emphasizes the statement with a brush of his knee against Alex's thigh.

"Oh so you're just a fan of this cause I make a great body pillow?" Alex teases, pulling back a hair.

"Of course," Henry scoffs, laughing. "Your elbows don't hurt nearly as much as they used to."

"Asshole," Alex grumbles, even as he pulls Henry down to connect their mouths. "Thanks."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

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Letter from E.B. White to a man who wrote to him in despair over the bleakness of the human race. That's all I've got today, friends.