#{I hope this is okay?}

[ofinfinitedreams]

Summer never thought that she would be be having the time of her life at college. Classes were a bore and she and her friends were in the middle for grades. Not failing, but not exactly excelling either. The boys in her classes were just that. None had piqued her interest like they had with her friends. The blonde was interested in someone else though, much more. Unbeknownst to everyone for the past two months she had been sneaking around with Mr Ramiraz the ICT professor. He wasn't immune to her charm when she came to him in need. In fact he had been more than willing to help and she provided little incentive. With the faculty in the lounge and the rest of the population in the cafeteria. She knew he liked to be alone in his computer lab, so that was exactly where she was headed so she could have some fun. Careful down the corridors, and gently tapping the glass door. "Mr Ramiraz…Sir?" she questioned as she peeked her head through with a wicked smile. "Miss me?" she teased as she fully entered swaying her hips as she made her way over to him where he was seated at his desk. Before she firmly captured his lips with her own.

@charlie69

[11cleyvaart]

Can you do the let’s take ibuprofen together meme with Pre Gadget maybe?😍😍😍

He got caught with his over the counter addiction and looks guilty. ⬇️

Also Extra- Post Gadget is okay with his Codeine addiction

⬇️

[majorproblems77]

Warriors sickfic for the handwritten prompt because I never ended up writing a Warriors sickfic like I want to.

Oooh! I like this one!

As before the pictures and transcript under the cut!

"You'll be okay captain, You'll sleep it off."

A hand was planted against his back as he leant over the river. Having just emptying his already empty stomach.

"I, not a kid Sky." he groaned as he sat upright the skyloftian helping him move. His head felt woolly as his eyes fluttered. "I just need to walk it off."

"Out of the question, Time's orders, you're on strict rest until you can stand without falling over." The skyloftian's hand was firm if he didn't know better he'd be worried.

Though with Sky's caring nature, he supposed that he might be warning him, or face the godkillers wrath.

A night of forced sleep jail, his worst nightmare.

"I can stand, I'm fine." He argued waving a hand dismissively. "Let me stand and I'll show you"

The skyloftian remained where he was for a moment, before settling back on the balls of his feet.

"Fine."

Blindsighted, he swung his head around looking at the skyloftian. He felt his head spin as a fresh wave of nausea began to rear its angry head. "What?" he managed to choke out.

"If you can stand without falling, then I'll leave you alone. If not then the orders still stand."

Ahh an ultimatum, the skyloftian was clever. He knew he would win. "You bastard." He said while steadying himself.

And Sky smiled. Offering his arm for the captain to lean on, £you tell the others about this...£ He spoke with a harsher tone than he'd thought. He looked shocked himself. Shaking off his shock. "Sorry. But you really should rest."

"I know." He sighed. "I know." He looked to the skyloftian "Can we go slowly? Anything faster than a snail and I fear my nonexistent insides are going to be outside."

Sky chuckled, "Of course captain."

[kit-just-kit]

*(Closed starter for @adsagsona - Conwoman verse)*

While his back was turned, she hoisted herself up on the barstool, took a fifty from her purse and laid it out on the bartop, then fixed on a beaming smile. He might not be that happy to see her, but the money would help make him amenable to her proposition.

"Hello Gann, it's been a while" Kit greeted, sliding the bill nearer. "I'll take a Grey Goose, double, on the rocks please?".

[federthenotsogreat]

Okay genuine question

Am I delusional if I KNOW that I'm not and that what I experience is real, but I am also aware that people around me don't believe me/believe that I'm delusional?

Like. Everyone thinks I'm fucking cracked or something but I know that I'm not. I know that I appear to be delusional to OTHERS, but I'm definitely not? /genq

[cryptid-stimming]

Mannrobics Stimboard (with the TF2 taunts and 1987 Crystal Light National Aerobic Championship video) for @satsuj1n

[Image description: a 9 gif stimboard; from left to right.

First line: An animated gif of the blue TF2 Heavy doing an exaggerated marching movement before raising his arms above his head as though to show off his muscles. A gif panning out over a group of people doing aerobic dancing on a white stage, they are wearing blue and red shiny leotards and there is a large gold medal design on the wall behind them. And an animated gif of the blue TF2 Medic dancing and twirling before bowing.

Second line: A gif of a person in a blue leotard repeatedly kicking their leg up high to the side before raising their arms to show off their muscles. An animated gif of the blue TF2 Scout bouncing and dancing back and forth and doing aerobic movements with his arms. And a gif of someone in a blue leotard doing a rapid jogging-in-place movement, lifting their knees up high.

Third line: An animated gif of the blue TF2 Demoman in a bent knee aerobic position before jogging in place. A gif of a group of people doing aerobic dancing in red and blue leotards, jogging-in-place and clapping in unison. And an animated gif of the blue TF2 Pyro shimmying his hips in a dance before doing rapid aerobic movement with his arms from side to side.

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[paldin]

the  pout  that  dominates  his  countenance  is  more  playful  than  it  is  anything  else.  lance  is  up  -  stretching  onto  his  toes  as  he  presses  both  of  his  palms  flat  against  his  beautiful  girl’s  maw.  “don’t  give  me  that  look.”  lance  pleads  ;  blinking  heavily  before  breaking  stance. “i  really  need  to  think  about  what  i  say  before  i  actually  say  it,  huh.”  he  muses.  huffs  &  then  promptly  lets  his  head  drop  forward.  defeated.  “do  you  think  i  made  him  mad?”  a  pause  -  a  consideration.  “well,  madder?” 

@tidesbled , blue !

[grymkorp]

A  SLOW  NOD,  JAW  HELD  TIGHT  WITH  SHARPEST  KNOWING.  there's  no  record  she'd  jot  this  down  on,  just  a  half-smoked  cigarette  and  dwindling  glass.  far  from  a  pillar  of  dignified  morality,  urgings  held  close  to  her  chest  ache  to  be  set  upon  the  world.  to  flay  bone  from  the  flesh  of  every  unwilling  sacrifice  of  men,  a  hunger  that  seethes  and  demands  blood.  she  carries  other  vices  for  sustenance,  her  job  among  them.  yet,  no  word  of  this  will  reach  any  bureau  desk,  no  profiler  will  take  on  the  analysis  she  sweeps  under  the  stained  rug.

darcy  takes  a  slow  drag,  smoke  filling  lungs  and  FEEDING  THE  BRUTAL  LEECH  OF  SIN.  dark  grey's  mull  over  every  detail  sat  close  to  her,  she  walks  the  fine  line  between  professional  curiosity  and  the  friendliness  of  witching  hour.  ❛  yeah?  how  much  does  that  decision  cost?  ❜  the  agent  plucks  a  stack  of  bills  from  her  pocket,  unfolding  by  the  twenties.  she  exhales  a  billow  of  smoke.  ❛  name  a  price,  i'm  just  looking  to  help.  ❜

❛ the world wasn’t built for girls like us. that’s why we gotta take whatever we decide is ours. ❜ @starrstained

[wingsoar]

@destdevel S.c

"Boothill!"   Robin   approached   the   man   with   a   warm   and   welcoming   smile!

"It's   been   awhile   since   we   last   crossed   paths.   How   have   you   been?   Staying   out   of   trouble   I   trust?"

[sheldoney]

narrativebuilt asked:

“Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” (Debbie for Sheldon!)

Truth be told he was looking a little worse for wear. Not only was he not eating properly his sleep schedule was bad also. For now he had wheeled his whiteboard away from the center of the room and was catching up on a much needed break. He checked his email and saw an email from Debbie. They met on a Flash forum and he remembered their interesting conversation they had, so he decided to exchange contact information. He tapped in a quick response to her.

'Dear Debbie, I am doing well. After I finish up my symposium I will order up my usual order of Chinese from The Golden Dragon. Chicken diced not shredded and broccoli with brown rice. Yum! How are you faring? Do you think we are going to get a new Flash movie soon now that they fired Ez.ra Miller? I never cared for that actor to be perfectly honest. I always knew there was something suspicious about him. My suspicions have been confirmed thus I can sleep better at night knowing I was right.

Sincerely, Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper'

@narrativebuilt /Debbie

[ofinfinitedreams]

As Willow sat in the back of the class, after being handed back her paper, a soft sigh fell from her lips. This was one of three classes she was already failing in and she was only half way through the semester. Okay, so some times her friends and parties were the excuse. But honestly, she tried her hardest to study it wasn't her fault she could be so easily persuaded, so was young after all. History, of all the topics. Who really cares for the past anyways? Shouldn't she be looking into her future. The only plus side to History was that her teacher was quite good looking for someone whom had an interest in boring stuff. Perhaps there could be a way for her F, to become at least a B- or a C+. Her eyes lit up instantly at the thought. Her eyes shifted around her classmates, back to the front not really listening to his lecture, until she heard her name being called. "Sorry, sir. Can you repeat the question please?" she aked timidly. "I-I'm not sure I understand," her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. He repeated the question and she tried to answer, but noticing the look upon his features knew it wasn't correct. The bell rang, and she was met with relief. Willow waited til she was the only one left and slowly sauntered closer towards the front of the class. "Sir, if it's alright with you. Is there any chance I could have one-on-one lessons? I might learn better that way," she suggested innocently with a soft smile gracing her features.

@musingcyril

[walkawaytall]

(A little gift for you – Echo Base, sometime before The Empire Strikes Back.)

With a slap to the ship's hull, Han snapped over his shoulder, "Well, if you don't want my help in fixing your shit wiring job, I'm happy to oblige."

"Walk away tall, Solo!" Wes called from his perch atop Wedge's starfighter, cackling. 

Leia was right on the other side of the ship when the captain of the Millennium Falcon ducked under the nose of Wes' own X-wing to exit the hangar.

Without registering any surprise at her presence, Han leveled a quizzical look at the Princess and cocked a thumb toward the Rogues. "You know anything about this new catchphrase of theirs, Highness? I've heard it at least six times today."

Leia closed her eyes, needing to muster her patience. "It's my fault. Luke and I had ... a thing. Last week, while you were gone, Hobbie overheard something I said and now they're all saying it."

"Yeah, what'd the kid do?"

"Someone shorted out the heating unit in my office. And what did I find next to the heater, after I repaired it? A pair of standard issue gloves labeled with the name of a certain Commander Skywalker. When I catch up with him, he has the audacity to say I should be grateful, because I need to leave my office once in a while and get some sleep—"

"Yeah, he ain't wrong." Han crossed his arms and looked Leia up and down. 

"Stop assessing me for exhaustion." Leia planted her fists on her hips as she took to pacing a tight circle in front of Han. "Anyway, he laughs—laughs!—and says, 'We're just looking out for you, Leia.' As if it wasn't a prank! I have work to do. I tell him so, and that sniveling little womprat just salutes and turns to go. Not even an apology. So I can't help it, I'm livid, and I shout out, 'All right, Luke, fine. Walk away tall!'"

Han smirked, his previous irritation with the Rogues melting completely into playfulness with her. "You went after the kid's height? That's a bit rich, coming from you, Your Shortness. "

"It's just an expression. I didn't mean it like that!" Exasperated, she came to a halt and sighed. "Their joking, it's insubordination. It is insubordination, right? 

He reached out and laid a hand lightly on her shoulder, the warmth penetrating through her snowsuit. "Give me a day, and I'll have 'em hooked on something new."

Ever so slightly, Leia leaned toward him, eyebrows raised. "Your Shortness? Really? That better not be what you put in their heads."

He gave her shoulder a squeeze before dropping his hand. "No way, that one's just for me." 

Aww, this is fun and "Stop assessing me for exhaustion." had me laughing. It feels like such a Very Leia thing to say :D.

Thanks, Anon! We can pretend like my hastily chosen username is a little bit related to this fandom now :D. I like it.

[trapton]

HOLD. — from @questended to willi for the reverse au :33

🔧 @questended . the  intimacy  of  hands.

𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. pounding against scarred rib-cage. she's the only one who was able to see him. who had been able to sniff out just WHO AND WHAT he was. who he had been. the livelihood he had built back, brick by brick . . . this game, this . . . well, everything ! it laid in her palm, fit to crush if she saw fit to do so. if he didn't behave himself properly. and that despite immortality has fear clear in his eyes. his brows narrowed. he'd known too well how to behave. how to hide his quirks, dressing them in just the right way to be endearing rather than scary in the right light. disarming.

how long has it been since you've been touched? starving, for adoration and the love she provides. FOOLHARDY to think he could have let something in, to underestimate power before trying to banish. but in turn it is he who had made her, to have usurped himself. thoughts among the only ones that keep him sane now, as his technology bred her smarts. ensured his safety. he holds some of the cards, and he just needs to figure out how to use them to his advantage, again. so, so hard when her rosy bare hands are touching his face, bile rising in a tremble of his body.

" . . . you have my attention . are you happy?" his tone is light, yet there's something akin to disdain in his voice, petulantly so. wariness still risen in expression. how he both meant something and despised it at the same time. her sweet smell, the warm breath on his skin.

oh, how he wants to trust in the gentle hand that holds him. it's been so long since he's been caressed. his eyes are looking dead into hers, his hands having flailed upward to rest upon her forearms. scars poking from his underneath his shirt, while shamefully leaning into the her touch. ". . . is everything alright?"

[demongemz]

@xtinyslip

Carlos had been holding off this meeting mostly due to the fact he wasn’t quite sure how he’d react to him. He’d learned of Gideon back home and what was taken from their father that day, but this place seemed to be interesting in the way it brought back the dead. He’d always felt like if Gideon had lived he’d still be lost in Mexico attempting to reach a dream while lacking the resources. “Um…Hey, So I know this is weird…like completely strange but I brought tamales as a sort of …“Hey nice to meet you, we are kinda siblings and I want to get to know you” offering” He mused he was rambling now but he wanted to get to know the other after all it was clear Gabi had formed a friendship with him and well he could understand what the other was going through here being brought up in the system. “I’m Carlos…Your Gideon right?”

[driftwccds]

closed  starter  for  MIMSY  (  @nectarage  )  the  rooftop  mixer ...

˗ˏˋ ✦                  ⟶  he’s  been  waiting  for  this  moment.  in  rohan’s  pocket  there’s  at  least  five  small,  plastic  baby  dolls,  though  he  hasn’t  been  keeping  count.  he’s  been  carrying  them  around  with  him  for  the  last  few  days,  hoping  he’d  run  into  mimsy,  hoping  that  he  could  return  them  back  to  her.  he  can’t  even  remember  when  he  started  finding  them,  or  how  many  he’s  found,  but  reduce,  reuse,  recycle.  since  he  can’t  seem  to  convince  her  to  stop  hiding  them  (  despite  the  save  the  planet  speech  he  has,  which  is  probably  the  most  words  he’s  strung  together  in  a  conversation  in  a  while  ),  he’s  made  it  his  mission  to  return  all  the  ones  he  finds  back  to  her  so  she  doesn’t  have  to  buy  more.  “  i  think  these  are  yours.  “  in  his  eagerness  to  give  her  back  the  toys,  he  forgets  a  greeting,  extending  his  hand  so  he  can  take  hers  and  fold  all  the  sharp  little  plastic  children  back  into  her  palm.  it’s  only  after  he  pulls  his  hand  away  he  realizes  his  etiquette  error.  “  oh  and  uh,  and  hi  ?  “

[cryptid-stimming]

💚 Endogenidollic Stimboard 💜 for @anendoandfriendo

x x x / x x x / x x x

[Image description: a 9 gif stimboard; from left to right.

First line: A gif of someone setting up a little dollhouse table with miniature cups, plates and fake food, a miniature toy stove and chairs can be seen in the background. A gif of someone gently pulling down a ball-jointed doll's hands which were posed clasped over their mouth. And a gif of someone combing a plush doll's purple hair with a toy comb.

Second line: A gif of someone posing the arm of a ball-jointed doll, the doll has a bare torso. A still image of Anendoandfriendo's Endogenidollic flag (with lace like patterns in purple, green, white and a very pale pink). And a gif of someone's knees as they shift to the side, they are wearing pale tights with ball-jointed doll patterns.

Third line: A gif of a doll's head turning, the doll has green hair and eyes. A gif of a dollhouse being opened to reveal the rooms inside. And a doll rotating to the side, the folds of it's dress and it's hand moving past the camera.

End of image description.]