#ANYWAYS I FIXED IT

[orphanpupok]

using tumblr desktop for the first time in idk how many years and damn why y’all let me have the text on my blog so small? 8pt font? what is this a blog for ants???

[haxxydraws]

you know that post about csp exporting your pics at a reduced saturation... well.... haha

[ev-writes-things]

merchants, maps, and mysteries ❀

idk who or what turned me into a writing demon but this will NOT LAST…

switching between writing this and writing my essay is truly the only thing keeping me sane thank you very much

this is part/chapter two of @enden-k’s fantasy au!! got to write one of my favorite characters for this it was so much fun :D i hope you all like it 🫶🏼

─── ✿⋅❀ To undertake such a journey is to shoulder a burden alone.

Kaveh's plan is quickly met by a dead end; he knows what he wants to do, not how to do it.

In this new, unfamiliar world, will Kaveh be forced to navigate on his own?

Perhaps not, for everyone knows that a journey is easier with friends. ❀⋅✿ ───

[rubinaitoart]

Kiss, Marry, Kill:

Merlin (ignoring the presence of Arthur)

Stanley Pines (he’s canonically no older than 62)

Coran (the gorgeous man)

:)

Oooo another one? And less rage inducing (/j)?

To be transparent all of these characters I regard more in a platonic way. I’m also tired, and feeling very silly. So, you get little self-insert story blurbs with the decisions this time!

Lowkey enjoying these, send more silly ask games like this >:D

Kiss: Coran

Some major universal threat has yet again been defeated. The camera pans over to me and Coran, watching the victory unfold, in sheer delight and excitement, I grab him by the arms and comically press a joyous kiss to his cheek, then run off to meet up with the Paladins. There is no romantic intent behind the kiss, but the fans ship Corubin anyways.

Marry: Stan

It gives “met while drunk in Las Vegas, bonded over impulsive gambling, got hitched because we thought it’d be funny, only to get it annulled the very next day with wicked hangovers.” We spent our honeymoon night watching ‘The Duchess Approves’ and sobbing into pints of ice-cream. I mock proposed to him with a gimmicky mood ring from a gift shop, that I forgot to actually buy.

Kill: Merlin

Or more accurately I accidentally dropped an anvil on him while he was teaching me magic. He was technically dead for all of five minutes before his body horrifically stitched itself back together and he sat up, traumatizing me for the rest of my life. He yelled at me for several minutes because spoiler alert, death by falling anvil HURTS.

[degrees-of-lili]

I was like "oh I'll work on the DoL height chart today) and somehow Sirris and Mason duplicated themselves

[arcxnumvitae]

No you didn't see that random sentence trail off into a whole new one.

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[heavenbarnes]

I used to date an older guy (like mid 40s) a few years back and I always got stupidly turned on when he fixed stuff around his house?? Like, he just knew hot to do it and did it. No googling, just him and his tools. Feel like it would fit somewhere in your older bf Simon stuff.

god love a fully capable “fuck it i’ll do it” type of man 🫶🏼

you know that your older bf!simon doesn’t believe in hiring tradespeople for a service.

“why would i pay someone to fuck about in my home?”

“they’re not fucking about, si! they’d be fixing the sink”

“i’ll do it”

you have no doubt that simon was more than capable of fixing things around the house but you also wanted him relaxing when he was home.

turns out he couldn’t relax at the thought of another man doing something for you.

so you let him do it, you threw your hands up and waved your white tea towel in defeat as you heard him banging around in the garage for tools.

hearing the faint sounds of grunting and the occasional swear word coming from the bathroom, you thought it might pay to go and see how he was getting on.

fucking hell.

simon was on his back, arms stretched up above him as his hands dwarfed the pipe they were wrapped around. t-shirt riding up, lines of his stomach leading right to his belt, knees bent and boots firmly planted on the floor, you could honestly just-

“oi, you gonna’ stare or help me?”

now how the fuck?

“your heads in the cupboard, how did you know-“

“i always know where you are, pass me the wrench”

crouching down beside him, you handed it over and stayed down there to watch him work. scarred knuckles wrapped around the handle of the tool, other palm flat against the base of the sink so you could see the veins.

he was something else entirely.

“how d’you know how to do all this?”

“taught m’self, come hold this”

you reached over to replace where his palm was so he could have both hands back. “but why? surely other people don’t learn all this?”

“other people don’t care about their sweet’art not having to lift a finger- move your finger for me”

the more you stretched to hold the sink, the more you felt yourself losing traction with it. naturally, simon noticed before you did.

“y’need to get closer, cm’ere”

tools landing to the side of him, two large hands plucked you up till you were dropped in his lap. precarious situation but you couldn’t deny the sink was a lot easier to reach.

you stayed like that, letting simon work in peace as you enjoyed your view. honestly, he could invite you to the end of the world and you’d just be happy to hold his hand.

one hand splayed out on his chest, the other holding the sink, you suddenly felt a tickle forming at the end of your nose. before you knew it, you were pulling your hand back to scratch it- the one holding the sink.

you panicked, realising it could very well land on simon’s head. but it didn’t, it stayed completely still. face screwing up, you leant in again to give the sink a nudge only to find out it was totally fixed.

“what the hell, si? why’d you have me doing all that?”

you saw the smirk on his face as he flashed a look over at you. suddenly, you realised you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

the hand that didn’t have the wrench came out to give you a pat on the side of your hip.

“c’mon sweet’art, i can’t get anything outta’ this?”

[feelo-fick]

...i promise i take him seriously i just keep finding shitposts that fit soooo well... i have folder with just shitposts that fit ominously well with him that i keep wanting to draw and then i never get to them HAHAHA

[circuscountdowns]

many centuries down the line they can manage to have a civil enough family game night.

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

girls when they forget to put a readmore on a long post

[clownowo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[barghest-land]

Where the tired come to rest, and the famished come to feed - lavishly. Go on. Partake. Enjoy your supper. After all… It might just be your last.

[coldturkeybabe]

pearl, cleo and gem! oh and joehills. and that guy who lays on the floor