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[the-thread-of-muses]

@firestormmaidenanddragon asked:

George had brought Velvet to the Neon Lights arcade for a "day-out", he didn't want to call it a date so there was less pressure on the two of them for what they were doing today, just a hang-out with friends, though he did have to resist hard to not end up holding Velvet's hand as they arrived. "Here we are, Neon Lights, my mom used to bring me and Lily here when she needed some quiet time while letting us "go out", we...couldn't really afford to go on vacations when dad..." He awkwardly paused after his dad was mentioned, Peter was a great dad and loving husband, but as with any Huntsman, he was a casualty of the life most lead, but he went out fighting, and was honored with George continuing to use his bomb-glove weapons. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to..."

This had to be a . . . Date, right? Velvet wondered this as they walked, almost going to bring her hand to his before he started to speak. Her ears flickered, and she looked up at him.

At the mentioning of his father. . . Her brows pulled back in worry, going to grab a hold of George’s gloved hand. She gave it a squeeze.

❝It’s okay, George.❞ She said gently. ❝So, this was your ‘vacation spot’ growing up?❞

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[v171]

The only example of straight oppression is the fact that Amsterdam for straight people is associated with the red light district where generally straight men can pay for sex with beautiful European women. However, for gay people, Amsterdam has a legal gay cruising, clothing optional section of a park where gay men can have sex for free in public.

[thatsbelievable]

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

From the Neil Gaiman: Dream Dangerously 🥺❤ (you can watch it here in US or with US vpn :) <3) (or just this bit on youtube here :))

Neil Gaiman: I miss him most when I get stuck. You know, I'll just be working on something and I'll go, "Oh, this isn't quite it," and all I want to do is just call Terry, tell him what's going on and have him say, "Ah, grasshopper, the answer is there in the question." And I'd go, "Oh, for fuck's sake, Terry, just tell me."

[Terry Pratchett laughing]

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Another year, another group of my delightful ninth graders trying to spell the word "tragedy" for their Romeo and Juliet assignment.

Last year's collection

[chowadoe]

[ DARK RIDER/SPEED STAR ⭐ AU ]

a double secret identity speedbiker au me and my buddy have been working on where sonic is the resident speedbike celebrity and shadow is the new mechanic in town :D (more info )

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG

🔵 green hills' very own local celebrity! 🔵 has been racing professionally since his teens. tails is (or was!) his main mechanic before passing the torch onto his new employee 🔵 also part of the underground drag racing circuit.. it takes the edge off! 🔵 among busting crime syndicates and shady operations, Sonic (and company) have been tasked with keeping an eye on the drag race scene that's been buzzing with the introduction of new and innovative (and highly dangerous) mods involving a resource called Chaos Fragments.

SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG

⚫ new in town ⚫ Tails' newest (and very first) employee! specializes in the repair of bikes. ⚫ he arrived in Green Hills a little after a mysterious green meteor shower ⚫ obligatory dark past...

DARK RIDER 🩸 the newest racer in the drag racing circuit

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why did William get FNAF springlocked? Is he stupid?

[spectralsleuth]

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

[marvelsmostwanted]

Joe Biden, coherently and normally: I have three issues to speak about. First, the NATO conference went well. Second, the economy is back on track and inflation is down. Third, my proposal for a ceasefire in Gaza is moving forward. Any questions?

The media: Did You Know That You Are Old

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[the-thread-of-muses]

@twiistedxwonderland asked:

"TREY-KUN ARE MY TITS JUICY?!" Cater shouts as he lifts his shirt up.

Almost dropping what he was doing, Trey found himself staring for a second or two before clearing his throat.

❝Y-Yes, they are – please lower your shirt.❞ He said, although his cheeks were pink and he was death-gripping the tray he was carrying.

[angryonabus]

The Killer

So I was hanging out with some friends last night, and for whatever reason, we got onto the subject of whether or not we sleep with the bedroom door closed. Apparently it's safer in case of fires? But it turns out that most of my friends keep their bedroom door closed because of concerns about The Killer, aka, a person breaking into their house at night with the express intention of murdering them.

For the purposes of this poll, "I share a house/apartment" is for situations where you have your own bedroom, but there are other people living with you; "I share a bedroom" is for situations where there is another person sleeping in the same room.

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[kudzu-san]

This always got me laughing for three whole years straight since I first read it