#...and not wet sand 😂

[freepassbound]

the last adventure you’ve been on?

how do you take your coffee?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

Well, I guess that would be going to see the eclipse? I did go somewhere I've never been before (and climbed a steep 50-foot dune) - that qualifies as adventurous, doesn't it?

how do you take your coffee?

To someone else 😂 - I don't drink coffee. 😄

[batbabyish]

Bro I’m dead serious, if you trynna date me, you gotta be able to have a conversation WITH SUBSTANCE. Like tell me all the little weird things about you, like literally info dump your interests, because i cannot stand a man who thinks being 6’1 is a personality trait on god😫

[wlwreader]

i hate the sand

[meanbossart]

so, uh… a while ago, you posted the lineart for this in case someone wants to color it for practice. and i did! it was *such* a pleasure to work with your lines, omg. i hope you won't cringe too hard!

i'm too much of a coward to attempt cel shading or really dark shadows. also not sure i got the right idea with the sand and water and in short i don't know what i'm doing 😭

ANYWAY. got any tips? i would love to know what you'd do differently.

as an aside: would it be ok to post this on my blog (with proper credit, of course)?

OH YAY SOMEONE GAVE IT A SHOT! Excellent work dude! Really enjoying the wet look you have his skin.

Frankly I was struggling so much with coloring this picture (there were several attempts 😂) that I barely feel qualified to give you any any advice, I think the blame lies in my own anatomy in this drawing - I made it a little too flat somehow, which made rendering really difficult to nail! So you were already working at a disadvantage.

But I would definitely encourage you to employ more shadows to contrast with your color palettes! I know it can be a daunting task (trust me, it still is for me too to this day) but its through experimentation that we figure these things out. Studying how/when to use soft edges or hard edges on your highlights and shadows is also a huge game changer.

Thank you so much for giving my lines a shot!!! And OF COURSE you can post it, it's half your own work after all

[moodymisty]

Hey, what's up? I'd like to leave a request. So, I'm from Brazil. Here we are going through a terrible heat wave, it's been terrible to sleep at night. A random thought crossed my mind, and if Pabu's heat was also above average? The reader can't sleep and decides to take a swim in the sea. There she sees that Hunter has made the same decision and I don't know, can the two of them have a make-out session on the beach? 🤭😂

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: This is such a cute idea. I love midnight swims. I hope you enjoy this, and that the heat spell didn't cause you too much annoyance.

Relationships: Hunter/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Maybe a lil lewd but not full NSFW, Nothing more unless you're scared of the beach.

Word Count: 1353

Perhaps you were a bit too cruel in your comments about the wet weather of Kamino. Or the chill of Coruscant. Because as much as you complained about them individually, at least neither had the overwhelming, soul snuffing humidity that Pabu had. You've woken up again for the third time now, remaining undecided between the windows being open or closed, sheet on your body or off, laying on your side or stomach. This weather just will not abate.

There is absolutely no way you're going to sleep at this rate. Not with heat this sweltering.

With your nightclothes threatening to stick to your skin you put your feet into the cool stone floor, and debate for a moment perhaps sleeping on that instead. It may be terribly uncomfortable, but perhaps the cold of the tile might be better against your skin. It feels good against your feet, at least. Ultimately you decide against it however, and instead decide to do something else.

Stepping outside, you gently close the door behind you and walk barefoot down the path towards the beach, still in your nightshorts and shirt. No one is out this late but yourself, so you don't feel too bad about walking around in less than acceptable attire. Though you're sure most others in the town really wouldn't mind much given where you're going.

When the stone path turns to sand, you can see the waterline rising up and down with the waves. It's gentle, much like the evening except for the heat, and you can already feel the cool ocean breeze on your skin. It feels so much better, breathing feels easier without the hot humidity. It smells like salt and that unique, indescribable ocean scent.

It seems someone else had the same idea as well; As a figure standing up from beneath the water and raking back a mop of long dark hair startles you for a moment.

Until you see the familiar skeletal tattoo that runs along half of his body, and you realize instantly that it's Hunter.

You walk closer, sand between your toes as speak up to cue in the man that you're here, thought given his hearing he probably already knows.

"Couldn't stand the heat either?"

He turns around, watching as you stand just close enough that the water laps at your ankles. He laughs, brushing more stuck strands of hair from his face- water shining against his bare skin. You wonder if he walked out here shirtless, or if it's somewhere you didn't see on the way down.

"Yeah. Felt like I was going to suffocate. Don't know how the others can stand it." Gently crossing your arms across your chest, you sigh at the cooling feeling of the breeze and water against your skin. You can feel the sea mist against your face.

"Wrecker can sleep in an active warzone with no problem. Tech can sleep in this because he's probably pulled three allnighters before and finally crashed." Hunter lets out a quiet laugh.

You come a bit closer, the water lapping at your calves now. Hunter is standing up fully, and you can see that he's wearing black underwear, as the waistband is just visible when the water recedes a bit. The V of his hips and the small amount of hair shines with the waterline.

"Mind if I join you?" You say it genuinely, but there's a bit of an undertone with it that Hunter catches.

There was always something between you and him. But with the Empire, Omega, and everything else, neither of you had the chance to act on it. You sort've just, put it on the top shelf and ignored it for far more serious and important matters. The both of you had.

But with Pabu, maybe there's a chance that you could do something about it. Hunter had said that he liked you, but that he didn't want to complicate an already crowded ship, and risk muddying waters between the you while there was a bounty on all of your heads. It made sense, you agreed, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt a bit.

"Sure. I'd like the company."

You slip off your shorts and toss them up the beach so you're in your underwear and shirt, and walk deeper into the water; Up to your knees, your thighs. Each time you get closer and closer to Hunter. He abruptly stands more rigid when you pass by him, trying to go just a bit deeper for fun.

"Be careful there's tons of-"

Suddenly your leading foot doesn't touch ground and you go stumbling forward, but thankfully Hunter is close enough to catch you. He grasps you tight, managing to prevent you from going fully underneath the water. It's a moment that cues you once again into just how strong he really is, helping you stand upright and his hands staying on you.

"There's drop offs all over cause of the groundquakes. Be careful." The wet skin of his hands grasps your waist, shirt sticking to your skin above them. You smile a bit mischievous, not that scared after having been saved.

"Thanks." He lets out a laugh.

"You never did listen to me."

You always joked that it was because that you were technically not under his chain of command.

Hunter watches you for a moment, eyes just a bit hooded and face relaxed. You notices his eyes glance downward at your lips for a moment, lingering, before he leans in to close the distance and press his wet lips against your own. You can feel the curls of his hair dripping water down onto you, his breath warm on your skin.

Hunter makes no effort to end it, softly groaning into your mouth as his hands slide from awkwardly holding your waist, to resting more so on the small of your back. The tips of his fingers play with the top of your underwear. You can feel the rough calluses of his skin, his strong hands having a weight to them. His tongue brushes against your lips, his body presses closer to yours, even though there isn't much space to remove from between. It's amazing; Like drinking water after not having any for days. Now that you can finally have him you'll never be able to get enough.

Pulling away for a moment of air, you notice a warm look on Hunter's face.

"I was already glad Pabu turned out well for all of us, but," Even if he doesn't outright say it, you agree.

It's nice to be able to finally act on all of this. All of the want and the tension. You don't have to worry about so many things anymore. You just laugh and nod. Your fingers tightly grip each other behind the nape of his neck, keeping him trapped close to you.

"Yeah, it is. No more being crammed in the Marauder like a can of Tooka food."

Hunter can't help but smirk at your joke, silently agreeing. Instead of saying anything however, he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth gently as his hair brushes against you again.

If feels good to not have to wait anymore, to be able to wrap your arms around his neck tight. Even if it's just a kiss, it feels like a feast after so long of starving. You don't care if it's in the middle of the ocean, and you're both soaked to the bone with the sunrise about to start. Worst case scenario, you can just go back to your place.

You pull your lips away from his, the soaked fabric of your shirt sticking against his bare chest for just a moment. The outline of your chest is obviously visible from how the fabric suctions to your skin.

"Should we start heading back before the sun starts coming up?" Hunter shakes his head, a soft smirk on his lips. He looks over to the horizon for a moment, before roughly in the direction of where he and his brothers have been staying.

"Nah. We still have time."

[zesty-goblin-trash]

As mentioned in my previous post, here's a little clip of how well the Prismacolor Alcohol Markers took to the joints of this G3 Draculaura.

If you don't want to read the small novel that is that post(I don't blame you.), the short version is that this is a possible solution to joints of custom skintoned dolls being their original color.

Full body photo and a bit more info under the cut.

I've noticed in my own experience and seeing other creators' works that a frustrating inevitability is the paint wearing off of joints and other points that plastic rubs together. This is especially noticeable when changing the whole dolls skintone. I was experimenting with dyes (hence why this Draculaura is orange and not pink 😂) and realized that alcohol markers worked extremely well to stain the materials used in the bodies.

I wouldn't recommend using this as the main color change option, but it certainly seems like it will help disguise any scrapes and minimize the contrast of the wrist and elbow joints.

Because I'd tested out dying the body first, she was no longer just one pale pink color across all materials. But the marker has been applied over everything in the above photo. She was sanded before I'd dyed her, then again after the dye before the markers.

The torso and thighs are a hard plastic that took the markers extreamly well. You can see on the thighs where the marker dried and I'd then decided to do the whole leg so there is layer overlap. But I think if you were to do it all in one layer it might look smooth enough to be the only thing used to change the skin. Keep in mind how colors layer though, using a light pink marker on top of, for example, Frankie's skintone won't give you a light pink doll.

The lower arms and hands seem to be the same material and took the dye extreamly, as well as the ink from the alcohol marker. For these parts you want to let the marker dry fully before you touch them because this material reacts to the alcohol while it's wet. It gets a little bit sticky, but once it's dried it's fine.

The upper arms took the dye the most so I'm not sure just how much marker pigment got into them, but it's clear that some has. I can't recall if this part got tacky when applying the marker but I can say it isn't after it dries! Sam for the lower legs. They took the marker just fine, being a slightly different material than the thighs/torso.

The main thing I wanted to accomplish was darkening the small plastic bits for the wrists and elbows and they certainly do take the ink from the markers really well. I couldn't tell you what plastics they're made of but it just slurped up the color!

Thats all I've got about this test, I hope this is helpful to any other customizers out there too! I'm sure if this ends up working well I'll comment on it in future update posts. 👍

[pink-heart-jam]

Love triangles

Truth be told, I’ve never been into love triangles - in fact I used to actively avoid them in the past, and still do when I’m reading fic because I hate feeling conflicted between two love interests. But somehow these stories found their way into my heart and left me utterly obsessed entranced and invested in the trope (the amount of scorching sex definitely helps 😂). So I thought I’d share these in case anyone else is looking for great stories with hot, intense, well-written triangular dynamics. Some will make you pick favorites (tell me about yours!), some are properly polyamory which is fun and refreshing to see in manga. All works are E-rated. Enjoy!

Blue Flag by Kaito

High school senior year, spring—one of life's important forks in the road. Taichi Ichinose finds himself in the same class as Futaba Kuze, who he feels strangely averse to, and his popular childhood friend, Touma Mita. One day, Futaba confides in him her love for Touma, and asks him for help.

Canis: The Speaker by Zakk

A spin-off of the main series that follows some of Ryou's gang acquaintances.

From Points of Three by White Eared

Jisuh is quiet, unassuming... observant. He’s suited to working behind the camera. But for reasons he’s not exactly quick to disclose, he’s run into some debt. Heejae, an actor who has worked with before, proposes he work with him exclusively on a private project of his...shooting himself and his partner having sex..

Love or Hate by Youngha, Bakdam

Haesoo is a cynical writer of a romance column, while Joowon, his former stepbrother, is a famous actor. The two go way back - thrust together when their parents remarried, their relationship is far from simple. When the mysterious photographer “K” takes an interest in Haesoo, events begin to spiral out of control.

Nights Before Night by Kazuki Natsume

It's been a long time since Haru, owner of the gay escort service "Rain," left his yakuza days behind. But when the Ichijo clan says he's the only civilian they can trust to hide the troublemaking Yukitaka in line, there seems to be no choice for him but to follow suit.

Momentum by Park ji-yeon

Stories with triangles: M’s Study | Phantom

“Momentum” is a series of beautifully drawn vignettes that glimpse into the life-altering moments of several couples as they fall in and out of love. This BL features a series of characters learning how to love, understand, and forgive one another – and in some cases, the world – at different moments in their lives.

Ouroboros by Songhyel

Woo Hyung’s life has hit rock bottom. He’s traumatized after several days of being imprisoned and abused by his brother-in-law, an event that eventually left him both wifeless and jobless. His only way of coping is sex, and two very different men who can provide exactly that show up in his life.

Wet Sand by Doyak

Jo can't stop fantasizing about the tall, handsome stranger on the balcony, and he grabs any chance to get to know him better. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize that Ian does the dirty work for one of the region's largest, most unsavory gangs... and is the lover of one of their most powerful people.

[aintgonnatakethis]

friday kiss tag!

I finally have a kiss to fill this with! 🥳 Thank you to @tragedycoded (x) and @wyked-ao3 (x) for tagging me! Not sure who has kisses to share so gonna leave this one OPEN.

The fic I'm working on right now is from the 'what would your characters do at the beach' prompt that's been going around, and is part of my on your hands and your knees, do you feel in charge? series. I thought it was the first story in the series from Rush's POV, but looking back through the list now it's actually the second. (Anyone else constantly forgetting what they've written? 😂)

Contrary to what he'd been told, David came bounding out of the jungle after only ten minutes, shirt shoved into his waistband and skin glistening with water. He was carrying his boots in one hand and Rush remembered the man hated putting boots or socks on if his feet were wet. Rush hadn't taken his own off in the first place, preferring the sensation of sweat to sand, the latter of which was adorning Telford's feet so completely Rush could barely make out any actual skin. It looked uncomfortable. "Come into the water," was all the greeting he got. "Absolutely not." David came down heavily on top of him, driving the air from his lungs and not allowing him to draw in a new breath by sealing their lips tightly together. Rush scratched at the man's back but his grip kept slipping. David tasted heavily of salt. When he was finally allowed to breathe he imagined himself to be quite red in the face himself, though he couldn't make himself be angry when David stayed so close, pressing their foreheads together as they both panted heavily. David hadn't closed his eyes - his gaze intent - and Rush felt as if this was an important moment, where something profound needed to be said. Unfortunately he'd never been particularly good at these sorts of moments, a fact that was readily demonstrated by his brain deciding to announce, "The salt water content is higher on this planet." David blinked at him and a moment later laughed loudly. "You say the most romantic fucking things, Nick."

[waterskies]

Benjamin the Sandman!!

He was all wet from the torrential rain caused by the hurricane remnants, so the sand stuck to him! He also shook it in my face! 😂

[track2hack]

30.06.2024

Weather’s been shite this week and the dog sled competition was on this long weekend, so we haven’t been able to get into the forest until today! The ponies definitely enjoyed having a bit of a blowout (as did we 😅), Molly’s been down the same track I don’t know how many times but still she hates going over the same tree root on the gallop track! 🤷‍♀️

She also made a bit of entertainment by trying to roll in not just one but TWO mucky puddles, almost couldn’t get her out of the first cos she was so determined to go down and get wet and kept trying to go back in! She doesn’t like rolling in sand like a normal horse, it’s gotta be long wet grass or brown water 🤦‍♀️😂

Ended up taking the long way home instead of the main track so did a nice steady 9.5km, met a very hairy Icelandic horse on the way around, AND she ate her dinner with the Maxia disguised in copious amounts of molasses! A win is a win 🤷‍♀️🤪

She gets next Saturday off as Gem’s going to a VDS pole clinic with mum and I get to play super-groom, then off to the West Melton CTR on Sunday! 🙌

She’s such a funny little horse, I don’t know a single other who would roll in puddles!! 🤦‍♀️😂

[electronicwitchcollection]

Another thing that I imagine it's how clean grimmjow must be, since cats really spend a long time cleaning then self.

See, with this I’m torn 😂. Yes, cats do clean themselves. But I can’t see Grimmjow with his leg behind his head licking his ass clean 😂

on the other hand… cats hate water. There famously wasn’t any water in hueco mundo, so how did he bathe? I actually imagined they used sand baths mixed with some self licking (mainly face and arms) especially in his Adjucha form. Grimmjow wouldn’t allow anyone in his pack to clean him via tongue, he’s king, he’ll smell before that happens

I like to imagine the first time Grimmjow comes across water in soul society, he’s disgusted. Covered in dirt and blood he’s forced into a shower, which he immediately hates. He’ll get out, shake himself vigorously to get the moisture off him. He would hate his hair wet, heavy and sticking to his face, seemingly never drying no matter how many times he shook his head.

I think with a lot of persuasion (and a couple threats) he would actually start to enjoy baths and hot springs. It would be murder trying to get him out, he didn’t mind being wet in the tub but hated dealing with being wet once he left 😂

showers still isn’t something he likes.cold rain even more s. He don’t like the feel of water/rain falling on him , getting in his eyes, sticking his hair to his face. Don’t even get me started on the feel of wet clothes! He’s not a fan of clothes as it is! But wet cold and sticking to him? No chance

You want a sure fire way to get his demonic ass chasing you for a beating? Throw a water balloon at him

[roguelov]

ok. a crackish Thot i had: imagine having a nice night with dream, getting ready to go to other fun things (wink wink nudge nudge) and getting to your underwear and just stopping him and saying "if you wish to remove any more clothing you must answer my riddles three" like maybe he goes along with it, maybe you've got magic underwear so he can't sand it off if he gets impatient and doesn't want to play your game but just imagining the look on his face had me wheezing.

😂😂😂 you are speaking in riddles and rhymes while poor Dream just wants to get his dick wet

“You cannot be serious,” Dream muttered in disbelief. He hovered above you with a hand resting on your hip. His fingers were already playing with the waistband, ready to tear off your underwear.

“Maybe I am,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Dream leaned back, straddling your thighs. He cocked an eyebrow. “You wish to play games?”

“Just one.”

He hummed, “Fine, we will do it your way.”

“Wonderful.” You propped yourself on your elbows, staring up at the ethereal being before you. “First one, where did we do it first?”

Dream tilted his head while a small amused smile tugged on his lips. “Fiddler’s Green.”

“Good boy,” you smirked. You slowly got up, sitting in your knees. You and Dream were impossibly close. Your hands ran up his chest and into his lovely hair. “Second one, what was the first thing I cooked you?”

Dream huffed, a short laugh. “If I remember I correctly I did not taste it. I skipped directly to dessert.”

You lightly smacked his chest.

He smirked, “Well, am I wrong?”

You rolled your eyes, yet you had a goofy smile. “Fine, whatever.”

Dream’s smirk only grew.

“Okay, last one, what was my first gift to you?”

He hummed in thought. “You gifted me a small trinket, you saw it at the store and you said it reminded you of me. It was a black cat.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he whispered. His arms wrapped around you, flushing you to his chest. “Now, may I have my reward?”

You cupped his face, skimming your lips over his. “Sorry, but that’s not the right answer.”

Dream frowned.

You gently pushed him down, and straddled his hips. His eyebrows were still pinched in confusion. “My love, I know I am not wrong.”

“Really?” You teased. You placed your hands on either side of his head, staring down at him. “You’re sticking with your answer?”

“I am.”

You tsked, shaking your head. “Sorry, Dream, but you’re wrong.”

His hands grasped your hips. His thumbs absentmindedly brushed over your skin as his mind tried to think back. “Truly? Then what was it?”

A cheeky smile crossed your lips. “My heart.”

His confusion vanished. He rolled his eyes. “Funny.”

You chuckled, “I think it was.”

A smile tugged on his lips at your laugh. “Perhaps cute. Not funny.”

“And you’re also cute, very cute. Maybe you do deserve a reward.”

“I believe I do,” he murmured, and dragging your hips down making you grind on him. You shivered. “You asked a trick question.”

“Only for you,” you purred, leaning down to kiss him. “I have to keep you on your toes.”

[chanbig]

Heyo, saw your open for fanfic question and thought I might ask as well^^;

Do you have some wips you really love and that we can get a sneak peak of? No matter if you plan to write them, are writing them rn or just really love the scenes,^^

im always open for fic questions if you have something you'd like to ask!! or if you want to ask/chat about chanbig or another ship ive written for or whatever else 💗

I have like 48313004 WIPs I swear 😂 but the ones I have outlines for or are working on the most rn right now are:

post-canon chanbig joint vacation with big getting badly sunburned and chan helping him cool down and apply aloe vera and things um escalating from there (inspired by nodt's heatstroke photoshoot). very soft and smutty getting together fic, something emotionally easier than my last fic

chanbig grindr au based on that viral grindr convo - big just moved into a new building and he gets a grindr message from one of his neighbors (chan) asking to borrow a wrench/screwdriver and big offers to help fix the problem (even though he knows jack shit about plumbing) bc chan is like the hottest guy he's seen. feat. wet tshirts and much ogling

follow up to kitty!big fic where big tries to find out why/how he turns into a cat and he and Chan get closer as they share this secret and feelings develop

big coming to work for the theerapanyakuls and going through training and becoming something like friends or master/protégé with chan, covering from pre-canon to post-canon - told from chan's perspective, as he falls in love with big (and big?? well, after he gets over kinn... 😉). I had to stop myself from working on this right after posting my last fic because it's a big project and I need a break haha

ice skating au where big is an elite skater that has lost one of his jumps and his coach brings chan in as a specialist to help him get it back. feat. chan as a hot but hardline coach and a lot of up close and personal training

not chanbig but I am literally soooo soooooo close 🤏 to finishing a follow-up to my pike/boimler fic. boimler comes back to his time and cannot seem to sleep. and because it's trek there is questionable use of the holodeck and the implications/fallout of time travel. I'm literally like 200 words away from posting it and have been for the last six months lmaooo

there's a bunch more that are not even wips really but just ideas that will probably never become more but you never know!

ill put the excerpt from heatstroke!fic below the cut 💗 it hasn't been edited and I'm not anywhere close to done so it might differ from the final fic!

Big woke up to the cold touch of ice on his face. 

Heat surrounded him from all sides, pressing heavily into his limbs and holding him down on the lounge chair. Exhaustion from the sleepless night before and the comforting warmth made it impossible for him to open his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this relaxed, and he didn't want anything to disturb him from it. 

Flinching away from the strange, cold touch, he tried to turn over onto his side, when a familiar voice cut through his fading dream.

"Big, wake up." 

Big frowned, squinting one eye open. 

A shirtless Chan, his broad shoulders gleaming under the bright afternoon sunlight, was kneeling next to him in the sand. In his hands he held two colorful drinks, each with their own flower. A small grin pressed at the corners of his lips, like he was just barely holding back his amusement at something. His eyes were soft and focused right on Big. 

He looked, for lack of a better word, like a dream. Big's dream. 

Heat muddling his mind, Big felt his hand rising up to touch Chan's face, before his thoughts kicked back in. 

Both eyes flashing open, Big inhaled sharply and jerked back, the lounge chair creaking uncertainly underneath him. His heart leapt and set off racing under his skin. 

Immediately, Chan leaned back. The amusement dropped from his face, concern taking its place. 

"Big, it's okay," he said. "It's just me."

Big hurriedly sat up, burning embarrassment and remnants of strange arousal making a mess of his head. His vision blurred and refocused in a way that made him feel sick. He felt overly warm now, his skin prickling every time he moved. 

"We're in [location]," Chan continued. Though his low voice was nothing more than factual, as if he were speaking about the weather, it was soothing. "Nothing's wrong. You're safe." 

Big shook his head, trying to clear it. His tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth, thirst drawing his throat tight. 

Vacation. The beach. Chan. Not a dream. 

The ideas coalesced into the present, reminding him of where he was and–crucially–that he was not allowed to touch Chan like that.

Like they were lovers. 

He ignored the sharp drop of his heart at the thought, a feeling that was already all-too-familiar. He should have been used to it, after months of this painful, deepening kind of yearning that had cropped up in the wake of their shared recovery. He should have been better than this. 

A cool hand wrapping around his wrist pulled him out of his thoughts, grounding him to the present. 

"Are you going to throw up?" Chan asked, dipping his head to catch Big's eye. 

Big's voice was strangely hoarse when he could finally make himself reply. "No."

"Good. Take a drink of this," Chan said, as he folded Big's hand around one of the brightly-colored drinks. 

Big was already lifting the straw to his lips on autopilot before the thought hit him and he paused. "Does this have alcohol?"

A grin tucked itself into the corner of Chan's lips and Big could have sworn he looked amused—and perhaps, proud. 

"No. But good on you for asking. Alcohol wouldn't be good for you if you were dehydrated." 

Big could have blamed the overwhelming sunlight for the heat that spread across his face at the softly-spoken compliment, but he knew it wasn't the source. It was Chan, so close, watching him carefully.

He couldn't return the gaze. Not with his thoughts like this.

Instead, Big turned away and sipped at the sweet, cool drink, trying to keep in mind the treatment rules for dehydration and heat exhaustion Chan had drilled into all the bodyguards' heads all those years ago. Even though the first taste made him want to chug the whole drink in one go, he made himself take small sips. The last thing he wanted was to actually throw up all over Chan. 

The relief was near-immediate. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly and trying to bring his heart rate back down. 

Chan didn't say anything, and didn't move, either, as Big continued to drink. Big tried not to think of how close Chan was, how intense his gaze would be if Big opened his eyes. 

"Big, did you put on sunscreen?" Chan asked.

Big opened his eyes, frowning. "Yeah. Why?"

He wasn't expecting the brush of Chan's hand along his collarbone. His skin was strangely sensitive, the touch ten times more intense than usual. Not that Chan touched him much outside of the occasional adjustment of his form while they trained, or a friendly-ish clap on the shoulder sometimes. 

But this was far different from those. Chan slipped his fingers under the strap of Big's tank top and slowly pulled it down over his shoulder, as if he were trying to undress Big. The tips of his fingers dragged against Big's skin, still cool from where they had held the iced drink, a small relief from the overwhelming heat. 

The visual of Chan undressing him was so shocking that at first Big didn't realize what was wrong.

It was only when Chan's thumb shifted over his skin and pressed that Big snapped out of it. Sharp, electric pain lanced across his skin from where Chan had pressed and Big jerked back automatically. 

"Ow, what–?" 

"That's a bad burn," Chan said, letting go of Big's shirt and finally lifting his hand away.

[fandomfanservice]

Only Friends episode 9 should have been called THE RESET.

P’Jojo knows he took us off the intended timeline and messed with out hearts and minds.

Now everything is back to how it should have been if Boston have never gone to Sand & Nick’s apartment:

- Happy GL Couple ✅ (though this was a bump in an otherwise smooth road)

- Mew getting back being Mew ✅ (honestly not invested in him and Top)

- Nick choosing himself ✅ (though the preview makes me nervous)

- Top being a sleaze (my take) but ok if you over look that he was ok ✅

Nick and Sand figuring out in seconds😂😂 what Ray and Sand couldn’t in weeks ✅✅

The main event (Ray&Sand)

- Ray realising and making Sand a priority aka HIS 25th hour aka 2 hour drive. ✅

- Ray letting Mew go (thank god that wet fish attempt at a relationship is over and they can be good friends) ✅✅

- Ray asking for a threesome and not getting one (I can’t get enough of this one, its just jokes. We just need to clone Sand for him cause nothing else is acceptable for us) ✅✅✅

- Sand asking and getting his man. Loving his sassy, I like you but I won’t wait for your messy ass self if I can get someone more straightforward. You continue to set boundaries Sand, we are rooting for you. ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅ (yes we know Ray will of course ignore them but hey what’s a guy gonna do when he has THAT face and smile). You are only human and so are we 🥰

Side note: maybe I should give caravans another go 😉 have a great weekend fandom, we survived another one😌

[thefanficmonster]

Hiii! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could request a fic on one with the reader not having a great day and Dylan comforting them? (I’m not having a brillant day myself so I think this would definitely cheer me up😂)

Thank you so much if you do write this!! 💗💗 <3

Hi dear! I'm sorry to hear about your not-so-great-day. I personally have been prone to quite a few loads of them these past few months. I hope life treats you to nothing but incredible days from now on, filled with a lot of love and happiness. In the meantime, enjoy this short fic! Love, Vy ❤

Dylan Lenivy x Reader (Gender Neutral) [The Quarry]

Warnings: Homesickness, Minor Melancholy, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Angst

The nightmarish time you had last night was just the prolog to the awful day you'd be experiencing today.

A few campers staying in your cabin were not having the greatest time due to the storm roaring outside while others were dealing with a minor stomach bug. In short, you didn't get to bed till close to 3 AM and when you lied down you were finally made aware of the painful sunburn on your back.

Today hasn't been any kinder than the night that brought it. If anything, it's meaner.

The campers struggling with the tougher symptoms of the stomach virus had to leave this morning. You were treated to a couple of teary goodbyes with kids who you loved spending time with, giving them swimming lessons and building sand castles.

You were already in a low mood when you got a letter from home.

It wasn't an atypical letter by any means. It had the usual greetings, questions and updates on all that you've missed while on-duty at the Quarry. But due to your sunken spirits, the letter hit you differently than it was meant to. It made you miss home. Your pets, your parents, your siblings.

And things didn't get much better considering you're now sitting on a slope of a small hill overlooking the lake. The problem is - you're not sitting here voluntarily. A twisted ankle's got you down. The pain isn't really the biggest issue, it's got more to do with this incident being the cherry atop the crappy ice cream this day has presented you with.

Tears seep down your cheeks, a result of the dull ache spreading throughout your foot, the homesickness and the unkind day that's still got plenty of time before it ends.

"Y/N?" You quickly wipe away the tears and the stains they've left on your cheeks when you hear a familiar voice say your name, "Is everything ok?"

"Y-yeah, everything's fine." You could've fooled him too, if your voice wasn't as shaky as your lie.

You didn't have to turn around to know he was approaching - his footsteps echoed closer until he was beside you. "You sure? Cause it doesn't exactly seem like it."

You sniffle, wiping some dirt off the hand that's holding onto your ankle, "Just twisted my ankle. The storm has turned the place into 90% mud. Should've thought of that before going down a slope so carelessly." It's not a complete lie, but it's far from the truth either.

Much to your surprise, Dylan sits down stat on the wet grass next to you, his jeans printing green as you process the sight. He extends his arm to show you a nasty bruise by his elbow, "You're not the only one that took a tumble today. I slipped on the freaking stairs to the booth. Felt real damn ridiculous too."

His confession manages to get a genuine chuckle out of you, "Want a kiss to make it better?"

"Are you offering?" He wiggles his eyebrows, turning that chuckle into a laugh that for a moment causes all your melancholy to dissolve.

"I will if you tell me where does one kiss a person to heal them from non-physical injuries?" You bend the uninjured leg at the knee, resting your folded arms on it, laying your head so that you're looking directly at him.

Dylan's eyes widen for a moment, stunned by the depth of your question in response to his (intendedly) flirty remark, "This got poetic. What 'injuries' do you mean exactly?"

You shrug, "Like, homesickness, loneliness, self-doubt, low self-esteem, the feeling of not being good enough. That sort of thing."

Dylan doesn't even bat an eye, now fully prepared to be deep-conversation-diving. Though, something in his gaze tells you he's taking this just as seriously as he knows it means to you.

"Well....to remedy that, I think I'd kiss the person...." his curled pointer finger comes to rest below your chin, his thumb gently running over your lips, "....here."

It's your turn to be stunned, but your ability to recover isn't any less than his - which is why you lean in and press your lips to his.

It's a sweet, small yet seemingly endless fragment of time that has ridden you of all your pain. In that moment, you forgot how pain feels, the physical and emotional kind alike.

And you're sure that no matter how long it would've lasted, it wouldn't have been enough. Which is why you damn near pout when his lips disconnect from yours.

"Better?" He asks kindly.

"All better." You nod with a suddenly shy smile.

"Let's get you up then. It's almost time for dinner." Just as Dylan starts getting up, you wrap a hand around his wrist, stopping him.

"Wait!"

He freezes mid-motion, allowing you the two seconds you need to press a gentle kiss to the bruise on his arm.

Your smile borders into a smirk as you ask: "Better?"

His smile is nothing short of heart-melting as he replies, "All better."

[the-dutchmanjr]

…I have some HEADCANONS!!!

This is about the Flying Dutchman’s crew in “pirates of the Caribbean”, just a couple of things I came up with…ok maybe more than just a couple, I kinda got carried away. 😂😂

What if maccus usually goes to sleep on his stomach since he can’t really lay down on his back with those tendril pinchers, and he can’t lay on his side with his hammerhead like….head. 😂

What if he lays in his hammock and just nuzzles into the fabric and lets himself sink into it like a bed of wet sand, what if he has these itches on the back of his head he just can’t really reach so he goes around to one of the wooden beams and just rubs his head back and forth on them (hammerhead XD) till he gets that itch.

What if jones has a tendency to play his organ when the Dutchman’s underwater and he draws in all sorts of creatures who just wanna hear the music. What if he draws in mermaids, and dolphins, and all sorts of fish who either dance (swim) around or start singing (chirping) with his song.

What if jones has all these different octopuses that he uses as scouts, growing attached to them he’ll use them like little pets and will play with them from time to time in the privacy of his quarters.

We’ve seen him fall asleep at his organ before. But when Beckett takes charge of the Dutchman, he’s gotta relocate his living quarters (probably down somewhere in the ship) everyone has this known silent rule where if he goes to that certain part of the ship, they all leave. That’s his new personal space.

What if when the kraken’s around, it’ll grab certain parts of the ship and just tags along for a ride before disappearing back down to the depth to sleep.

What if Davy jones watched the kraken grow from a young (but large) squid into the giant beast (baby) we know today.

What if bootstrap bill tries to help the others as much as he can with the more littler things, just trying to help ease some of the crews load.

What if when bosun (who apparently is actually named Jimmy Legs???) finds out that bootstrap is helping the others with their loads and he starts giving turner more heavy burdened tasks to do “since he obviously doesn’t have enough chores to do”

When the others find out, they all sort of pitch in together to try and take some of the load off of bill turners duties (to which he’s grateful for).

I can definitely see bootstrap bill turner being as kind as one can be in his situation to the newer recruiting members. Trying to help them out a bit before bosun takes notice again and basically starts punishing him for stepping outa line (fucking bosun man 😂)

What is Palifico (who I’ve taken the liberty of calling Ree) has the duty of cleaning the barnacles and the bottom of the ship, while he’s down there he finds all sorts of things that get stuck on the coral parts that have grown. He like collecting weird things. If they’re in shallow enough water and he has the time, he’ll scope out the bottom searching in the sand and seeing if he can find things like rocks or shells or random trinkets.

What if he likes giving those things to the other on the ship. I could definitely see him giving someone like Koleniko an urchin just to see his reaction and start cracking up when Koleniko just glares at him.

Speaking of Koleniko, what if he had a lover in a past life.

What if some days he gets really reminiscent about her and he starts to get really bitter about how his life turned out, About jones, about his decisions, about the duties he now has to do for the remainder of his time.

Because of this, he gets really moody and becomes kinda cold towards the others. It makes him a good crewman getting all sorts of things done and pushing through a lot of of the elements and hardships, but everyone usually tries to stay clear of him when he gets like this. Bitter about everything.

But on the better days, he’s pretty neutral to everyone. Even going as far to help some of the others out if he’s feeling generous. He’s usually a quiet person, only speaking when he has to. But when he starts feeling better he can talk to someone he’s more close to on the ship and just goes on and on about anything. It’s not often, but when he wants to- he can be a real chatterbox.

This was fun, I’ll have to see if I can come up with some other things for the rest of the crew later! 🤣