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[angelpuns]

Kid Leo Au.

Part 1

Happy April Fools :)

[housmania]

i love this website because whenever bizarre things happen (see: good omens drama) you have a curated set of experts to provide commentary. like our destiel correspondent will now interview a professor in johnlock studies about the historical context of this event. with citations

[musical-dash-trash]

this is the free hug post, interact or don’t interact for a free hug

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[hyunsvngs]

Okay wait hear me out okay.... fem!skz except chan. P P P PUSSYFEST??? bonus if theyre ur best friends and channie is ur bf... IM GONE B

lemi i have another concept.

WHAT IF chan's best friends with them all and channie is your bf. you're a little insecure because like.. what type of guy has seven female best friends right? until he tells you no, baby, they all prefer girls, and suddenly your perspective shifts. you end up getting closer to them than you intended to, and when chan proposes the idea of you having a little fun with all of them you honestly feel like you could cum without taking your panties off.

and you do, feeling cute innie's pussy grinding into yours through both of your panties. her panties are cute, pink satin, drenched with her slick and almost falling off of her hipbones with the fervence she's grinding at. you can see the beginning of the smattering of her pubic hair through your hazy eyes. you thought she'd be the innocent one, but god, she might be the worst, with that blissed out grin on her lips and her long, dark hair swept over one shoulder to expose her cute, perky tits. it's not long before you're cumming, soaking the fabric with a loud keen while she fucking talks you through it - "that's it, baby. cum all over my panties, that's it, all messy. messy girl."

when she's done with you, seungmin is a force to be reckoned with. you could've guessed that, really. your boyfriend chuckles in anticipation once seungie gets you in bed, forcing your legs to spread open and - oh. she's got this massive strap on beneath her black pleated skirt, bright pink and glaringly obviously going to be inside you very soon, and you can't wait. it's obvious you can't wait, and seungmin can't help herself, quipping "my dick must be bigger than yours, old man," and making chan groan in (faux) distain when she slides the whole thing inside of you. seungmin's hips are wild, but practiced, and she covers your mouth to silence your wails and even slaps you about a little. it drives you insane.

lixie is a little sweeter with you. she lets you finally take your time with one of the girls, letting you slide the straps of her white lace bralette off of her narrow shoulders and trace your lips down the freckles dotted across her chest. her tits are small, perky, and she coos cutely when you wrap your lips around a dusky nipple. she asks you if you'd like to try and eat her pussy, and of course you do. chan's more vocal when you're with lixie, instructing you on how to kiss her - you know she's one of the ones he's closest with, the australia connection bounding them close beyond means. when you get your head between her legs you find out she cums quicker than you did with jeongin, and it makes you feel a little better.

chan finally gets on the bed when you start making out with jisung. you sense they might have a connection, too, and it makes your pussy even wetter. she's messy when she kisses, spit and teeth and whining and wailing into your mouth. her jeans are baggy on her tiny waist and you can't help yourself from sliding your hands down them, tracing your fingers over her already soaking pussy, over her wiry pubic hair and making her keen. her hair is short, bobbed and wavy around her cute round cheeks and you feel a way you've never felt before - you want to ruin her. from the way minho is looking at you both, she wants to ruin her too.

chan has you with your back to his chest for hyunjin. it turns out hyunjin likes to take her time too, and you let her open you up with her fingers before she even gets her mouth on your clit. her hair is short and choppy, like lixie's, except dyed black and ever so soft between your fingers. hyunjin instructs chan to touch your nipples while she eats you out - it's the first time one of them has gotten chan involved, and it makes you hurtle towards your orgasm a lot quicker than you intended. her long legs splay out behind her as she buries her face in your folds, feet kicking in her cute frilly socks, moaning and groaning like you're the best thing she's ever tasted.

for changbin, you're just so fucking happy to be there. her tits are huge, nipples dark chocolate and puffy and she lets you suck on them, pulls you into a strong headlock with her bicep and moans nice and pretty for you when you swirl your tongue around her nipple like she's a damn lollipop. she wants to finger you open, wants you to finger her open, but she can't decide what she wants first - you end up splayed on top of her, her thick thighs parted and your head nuzzled into her dark, puffy folds. you sense she might be one that you want to come back to again and again, and you'll never get the image of her kissing chan to share the taste of your pussy with him out of your mind.

jisung's desperate again by the time it comes around to minho's turn. minho is fucking mean, you realise, and you're glad you left her until last. she seems to know exactly what toys to work you up with - a vibrator on your clit, a glass dildo in your pussy, a plug in your ass and all before she's even let you cum once. you fall apart on her strap, eventually, with jisung licking over your clit and making you squirt all over minho's thick thighs. she's a beauty, too - large tits settled on a toned chest, a light pink faded scar on her stomach that you'd love to ask about.

you quickly realise when you're fucking chan after and they're all watching that yeah, you want this to happen again. badly, actually.

[jjllyart]

happy valentine’s day!!

[dj-yaniel]

Old Lil Hal doodle stuff :)!!

[napoleonic-confessions]

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly p3

@acitytokeepyoursecrets tags on this post she gets it god bless

@urmomification @legitcookie @deleataecount :)

Eddie doesn’t like that he’s into Steve Harrington, so he does what he does best: acts like a dick and annoys Steve into hating him even more than he already did.

But it’s doesn’t even seem to be working. Even when he stands on cafeteria tables and shouts about pompous rich kids and their shiny cars.

Steve just looks up at him, while the others sneer and throw insults and fries at him. He almost smiles a lot of the time, his expression light. Amused. He just watches, eating quietly while Eddie shouts and yells and cackles when Tommy H throws something at him and misses. (Steve covers his mouth. Eddie thinks he’s laughing too.)

When Eddie sits again, Gareth is almost glaring at him, his elbow on the table, his fingers to his forehead, like he’s watching a house fire. He tells Eddie it’s a bad idea. The others don’t know what they’re talking about but they don’t really care.

Eddie knows it’s a bad idea to taunt Steve and his friends. That he’s just painting a bright red target on his own back. But he can’t really help it.

Especially not when Steve starts responding, flipping Eddie the bird while Eddie’s up on a table, tilting his head adorably when Eddie comments that he looks like a Christian summer camp counsellor.

Tommy just comments that at least Steve can buy new clothes. Eddie just fires back that money can’t buy better taste, bitch. Steve snorts even though it’s a dig on him.

It goes on for a while. The teasing. The stares. The suppressed smiles and laughter.

But it actually starts on a Friday.

Eddie has detention. (Shocker.) The only reason he actually goes is because Mr Peterson isn’t an asshole. He’s friendly, even to Eddie.

Greets him as “Mr Munson,” looks at the pink detention slip before raising a single eyebrow at Eddie and tells him to sit with a soft shake of his head and a smile.

And Eddie turns to find Steve sitting in the back, watching him. Eddie’s grin falters and then widens, his head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s face turns red. He looks away. Eddie goes to sit with him, still grinning.

The room is quiet. There aren’t many others here, a few of them doodling on tables or sleeping. Peterson doesn’t care. (Another reason Eddie likes him.)

“What’d you do?” Eddie asks quietly, sitting too close to him.

Steve just looks down at his notebook. It’s closed, a pen laying on top of it. Eddie wants to flip through it.

“Nothing.”

“Steve Harrington is in detention,” Eddie says dryly. “You did something.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Eddie snorts. Steve glances at him. He’s smiling, and his cheeks are still flushed, and Eddie might die.

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Ste-e-e-eve, what’d you do?”

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now?”

Eddie blinks. He’s only called him Harrington. Steve’s never called him anything.

“Yeah, I guess. Tell me what you did.”

“…Called Collins a jackass. In front of him.”

Eddie drops his head to the table.

“Incredible.”

“What did you do?”

“Forgot my homework.” He lifts his head. “Seven times.”

Steve snorts.

“Of course.”

They’re not allowed to talk during detention. It’s too quiet for them to even whisper with Peterson hearing, the room silent except the scratching of someone’s pencil and the occasional cough or sigh.

Eddie lowers his head to the table, ready to take a nap or zone out or something, but Steve opens the notebook. Eddie turns his head to look, his cheek pressing against the cold surface, and Steve doesn’t notice.

Eddie sits up to watch. Steve flips through the pages, and Eddie catches a glimpse of a drawing, so he reaches out and take the notebook wordlessly. Steve makes a small indignant ugh. Eddie shushes him.

Eddie flips through the pages slowly, looking at Steve’s handwriting. It’s pretty. Almost girly. Every page has random, half-understandable notes, without any kind of indicating header that might include the subject or date.

He thinks he’s getting closer to the drawing, because Steve reaches out to take the notebook again. Eddie swats his hand away, and Steve drops his head to the table with soft groan.

Eddie grins.

He finds the drawing. It’s a messy pencil sketch, scratchy snd scribbled and smudged and shitty, but easily recognisable.

His grins falters, and he blinks, his eyes tracing the lines of his own curls, the angle of his own nose, the curve of his eyelashes.

He turns to look at Steve, who’s now hiding his face in his shirt, looking away from Eddie.

Eddie lays back on the table, his chin propped on his arms as he gazes at the drawing again.

Steve lets him keep the notebook until the end of detention.

part four

read the whole thing ao3

[yourplaywright]

WARM COLOURS IS DONE

... technically.

The official story is DONE but there will be an epilogue. The story gets real dark here because, well, it's Transformers One. Violence and blood and gore and divorce!

Fair warning: my partner actually cried reading this. Have fun!

[fishandbandages]

In these trying times (late, ik-) Dazai is here to say you should live to say “fuck you” to all those gross politicians

Also to all the lovely minors, so you can legally leave the country without parental permission when you’re eighteen (✧∀✧)/

[jellyshoes-fandomfolk]

Isat chatfic pt3

4:34 pm

*MIRABELLE PLUMS added Isabeau, Odile and Petronille*

Petronille: WHAT THE CRAB WAS THAT

MIRABELLE: I don’t know!

Odile: What do we do now?

MIRABELLE: well, first, we need to figure out where the crab he is

Petronille: He ran into the forest.

I think he went past our tents

MIRABELLE: phew, ok should I do it?

Odile: yes.

Petronille: Yeah

Isabeau: ok

MIRABELLE: her goes

*MIRABELLE PLUMS added Siffrin*

Siffrin: I'm sorry

MIRABELLE:We don't want an apology!!!!! How is that the first thing you think of?!

Siffrin: sorry 

Petronille: ok, that doesn't matter where the crab are you?

Siffrin: I don't know

Odile: surroundings?

Siffrin: trees

MIRABELLE: OF COURSE THERE ARE TREES WERE IN A FOREST

siffrin: sorry

MIRABELLE: anything else?

Siffrin: a brick ruin?

Odile: That's something…

Petronille: anything else?

Siffrin: a

Uhh no.

Isabeau: We'll try to find you.

Siffrin: ok…

Petronille: Don’t move around

Siffrin: Ok

MIRABELLE: We love you. Don’t! you! dare! forget! That!

Siffrin: Thanks ilyt

Isabeau: <3

8:31 pm

Star: We should name this gc its just all our names

Mira: Yeah

*Nille renamed the chat to The Bozos + Odile and Mira*

Nille: yeeaa

Star: yeeaa

Isa: Yeeaa

Mira: ?

Nille: Shhhhhhhh

Bonbon: OK

WHAT DID YOU DO FRIN

WHAT WAS THE ADOLTS ONLY TALK

Odile: *adults

Bonbon: ADULTS

Star: I freaked out and ran away

Bonbon: I KOW THAT DUMMY

Star: Ok.. It was because smth reminded me of the loops

Bonbon: so you got flashbacks to the endless school

Star: yeah

Mira: and so they ran off

Bonbon: LIKE A DUMMY

Star: Sorry

Nille: Hold up

*Nille went offline*

Star: WHAT IN THE BLINDING STARS WHY DID NILLE JUST SMACK ME

*Nille came online*

Nille: You deserved that!

Star: WHAT DI I DO

Nille: NO MORE APOLOGIES

Star: OK???? STARS ABOVE WOMAN CALM DOWN

Mirabelle: :0

Isa: What

Mira: Theres. A rat

Inside my room

Bonbon: COOK IT

Star: Im coming

Nille: ???????????????

Star: Mira is it threatening you

Mira: A little? Im scared of rats so…

Star: IM GOING TO MURDER IT

Mira: Thank you

Star: I WILLNOT LET IT HARM YOU OK

Mira: Thats not really necessary

Star: I COULDNT CARE LESS

(YOU NEED TO HELP ME FIND THE IBUPROFEN)

*Odile came online*

Odile: second drawer to the left in the bathroom, in the blue box.

*Odile went offline*

Isa: Did she just?

Nille: She just came on to tell us wher the Ibuprofen is wtc?

Isa: yeah…

Nille: thx ig?

8: 37 pm

Isa: Sif? Mira? How are you?

Star: IT RAN AWAY

Mira: They started insulting it

Halfway through it started to sound like they were targeted at themself

Star:  NO COMMENT

Isa: Sif is your capslock stuck again

Star: YES

Isa: Ill be ther in a second

Star: THANK YOU

Nille: that sounds so pathetic

Like you can hear how he said the thank you

Because weve all heard that thank you from him

Mira: That was funnier than it shouldve been

Star: My capslock is offff

Im freeeeee

My cage has been openeddddddd

Isa: Sif ina birdcage….

Bonbon: Birdfrin

Isa: Birdfrin

Mira: Birdfrin

Nille: Birdfrin

*Mira changed Star’s name to Birdfrin*

Birdfrin: WHYYYYYYY

Nille: Better idea

*Nille changed Birdfrin’s name to cats on the stars*

Cats on the stars: :)

Isa: Huh

Mira: Why?

Nille: Hey hes kinda like a cat ok?

Cat + Star obsession = our favourite little guy

Mira: … smart…

Bonbon: Get over here dinners ready losers (Spicy! spaghetti)

Isa: Changeeeeeeee whyyy

Cats on the stars: ill eat it if you dont want it

Isa: well see ok

Nille: Read: I will take two forkfuls and then give it to you silently while staring aggresivly at the table

Mira: hehhe

Nille: hehe (Theyre so)

Mira: Yeah 

Isa: Are you two done making fun of our very serious dilemma

Nille: Boy it is spaghetti get over it 

*Cats on the stars and four other went offline*

[lucyvsky-2]

im being ridiculed did my 30000+ posts mean notjign to you tumblr dot com

[owlfacenightkit]

Reblogs appreciated <3

[bonesandthebees]

Despite how things went at the end, I’m never gonna regret getting into dsmp. I’m so thankful that one day I decided to look up wtf the dream smp I kept hearing about was because this has been the best fandom experience I’ve ever had. Yes all extreme highs gotta be balanced out by extreme lows, but for me it was worth it. The high of the entire dash waiting for a major lore stream, all the analysis posts and dumb memes, the way the fans and ccs fed off of each other to create this creative zeitgeist that can never fully be replicated—it was so chaotic and unique and flawed in the most human ways.

Then for me personally having such an active community of readers who genuinely love the silly stories I put so much heart into has meant the world and more. I’ve grown so much as a writer because of this fandom and I’m so proud of what I’ve created. And of course, I’ve met so many amazing people including my best friends because of this fandom and I’d never trade that for anything. Ily dsmpblr ily my dear readers and ily to my friends

I’m not going anywhere yet but when I eventually do I’m always going to look back on these past few years with so much love and I hope the rest of you do too

[ananxiousgenz]

TPP HADESTOWN AU PART 8: song for a caged lovebird

IT'S PART 8 WHAAAT this is absolutely insane, i'm having so much fun rn <3

this is a lil shorter but it's very interesting, so as usual, enjoy

EDIT THAT I FORGOR: this is now gonna be titled "song for a caged lovebird" from here on out, thanks for the idea jay <3

all my tpp homies in the house!!! if you are in my walls, please leave (jk i love you i'll bring you snacks)!!!! @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @one-joe-spoopy @urjover @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini

His eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door. It was dark.

He wasn’t quite sure of the time or his location. He was laying on something soft, he knew that much. A bed, maybe? He had been sleeping, or so he thought. He felt groggy, disoriented, still tethered to the world of dreams by a song that he couldn’t quite seem to shake out of his mind. Was it his own voice singing it, or someone else's? He almost thought he heard a train whistle in the distance, but knew the train line hadn’t run in months, not since the rails had frozen over with ice so thick it couldn’t be melted.

The world felt so strange. There was a heavy knot lying in the pit of his stomach, like something horrible had happened, but he couldn’t quite tell what. Was it his own doing? Someone else’s? He felt almost completely certain it had to do with someone going missing, but no more details sprang to mind.

The person who had entered the room was talking. He didn’t process what they said. 

He tried to sit up to face them. He knew whatever was being said was important. He had to pay attention. But a wave of dizziness overtook him, and he fell back down. They asked a question, and when he didn’t respond, they turned and left.

He let them go. He didn’t have the energy to stop them or ask them to repeat themselves. Sleep was already tugging his eyelids closed again. He let it come, and gently slipped back into a world of dreams.

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Far below the ground, there was a factory town.

This town was old, old enough that no one could really remember when it began. All anyone really knew was that it was hell on Earth. Giant metal works spun rusty gears through all hours of the day and night, and blast furnaces and refineries threw their dragon-fire heat out into the town. Housing was small and cramped and never used, stacked like smashed crates in the rare cooler corner of town, right next to the assembly lines for cars and TV screens. Mines worked overtime to produce rare gemstones and pure gold, and on the outskirts of town, there was a wall. And that was where most of the people worked.

There were a lot of people. Maybe millions, if one really took the time to count. Backs bent to their work, eyes milky white with focus, pickaxe or shovel or wheelbarrow in hand. Different ages and races and genders, but they all had two things in common: they kept their heads down, and they belonged to the king of this land.

Some had signed their souls away in an attempt to avoid their own death. Some had done it in the name of a loved one. Some had even done it in the hopes of getting paid. But that didn’t matter now. None of them could remember anything about their lives before Hadestown anyway. They did what they were told, and they had been told to forget and to work.

So they did.

At the center of town, in a grand office in a high tower, staring out a window at his beautiful city, was the king.

He had always been a crafter, an inventor of sorts. But this was on a far greater scale than anything he had ever imagined when he was a child. He was proud of his beauty, his greatest creation. But it had always been missing something to him. As grand as his factories were, and as many souls as he and his executives had gained to carry out the work, something was just never quite right. He had always hungered after something else, something from his past he hadn’t been able to take with him into the underworld.

Now, though. Now he had finally acquired the missing piece, and everything would finally be perfect.

One of the executives appeared in the doorway behind him. “The target you requested is nearly here, my associate.”

He nodded, not turning away from the window. “Very good. Bring him up to the office as soon as he gets here. I need to speak with him.”

“As you wish, my associate.”

He grinned a bit to himself. It had been years, but he was certain the man he was bringing here would be happy to see him again. They had been so close when they were younger, and he had never forgotten the time they spent together. He hoped that, even for old times sake, the man would want to stay with him a while. He hoped he would be impressed by everything he had created in his absence. It was all for him, after all.

The door creaked open behind him. “You have a visitor, my associate.”

He finally turned away from the window to face the door and watched as the man stumbled through into the office.

The years had certainly changed him. He was tall now, not short as he had been, but still as thin as ever, hair dark and messy and heavy circles beneath his eyes. One lens of his glasses was shattered, his clothes were ragged and torn, and there was a large dark stain cascading down the front of his shirt, coming from a mostly closed wound on his neck. Gods, even looking as terrible as he did, he was still as handsome as he had been when they were kids. He looked tired and frightened and horribly angry, but as soon as he saw him, he went completely pale in disbelief, jaw working furiously as he struggled to find something to say.

The man by the window grinned. “Hello, Petya. It’s been a while.”

[creatinghelen]

okokok so I really think that spontaneously moving to do this masters has helped my brain a lot where previously I was quite risk-averse in things that aren't even that risky. and since I moved, just over a month ago, I've auditioned for an acappella group and been on spontaneous dates and yesterday I went to a ballroom dance class and a floor routine class and was in the videos they posted on their social media and it is important to point out that I did not get in to the acappella group, I am not a dancer, I was doing the moves wrong but it doesn't MATTER. it matters that I showed up, I tried, I had fun! and I am so proud of myself for all of it. doing the damn thing <3