#And send your suggestions!

[gallavichthings]

Alright everyone, thank you for voting and commenting on the format for this year's Gallavich Week! It looks like a lot of people like the one-word prompts, but quite a few do enjoy multiple and varied prompts. I was thinking about having a bingo, but wasn't sure if the format would be good, but with these results and with @michellemisfit suggesting exactly that, this is what I decided we'll do.

We're having a bingo week, which means for the first time ever there will be no assigned dates, and posting will be done on any day during that week. More on posting later, but for now I want suggestions to complete the bingo cards (please take notice that I probably won't be using all the suggestions, but I'll keep them in mind for future events as well).

There will be three cards, each with different kinds of prompts, and thus I need suggestions for:

- one or two-word prompts (like Summer, Tomatoes, Best friends, etc.)

- dialogue prompts (one or two sentences at most, please, like "What are you doing here?" or "I knew you'd say that.")

- media prompts (songs, artists, albums, films, TV shows, comic books, books, paintings, sculptures, anything goes - last year even locations were prompts).

I'll be accepting suggestions until the weekend, when I'll post the bingo cards as well as posting dates and details.

See ya soon!

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[milesofstars]

sleepy shuichi doodles, he probably just woke up

been messing around with my artsyle a bit recently so its a bit different between pieces

also this was just drawing over a sketch i did while rewatching sonic fandubs for the millionth time (where r the sonic fandubs fans at!! please i love them sm)

[kingkatsuki]

Men that stroke their cocks to your most innocent selfies.

[noisyghost]

i wish you'd take better care of yourself

[malamilkbeats]

Uh....

he's rapidly approaching your location.

Anon has like...maybe 5 seconds to run before a different type of smashing happens 💀💀💀

(Blixer belongs to afrothunderxx96)

[lavendermin]

Kindergarten teacher reader attempt at sending nudes but it's not fully nudes but gradually ykwim??? At first it was just a shy tease....like showing cleavage or collar (and jing yuan is seated, almost busted even) and then gradually increasing to hips until she showed him her in lingerie AND THEN FULL BLOWN TITS and jing yuan is losing his mind, he can't stop thinking about it that he burned breakfast, even almost recklessly driving to the kindergarten parking (yanqing is praying for their lives)

Also if you don't mind I can be 🦭 anon thee

🦭 anon your brain is massive massive. Dining finely on this concept like it’s a tender steak with a fine wine. Mwah mwah

Jing Yuan would almost find it rather endearing and coquette of you to send such modest (in his humble opinion) temptress pics. The modest cleavage shot to get his heart racing after a board meeting. Cute and stunning and makes his day (and his heart flutter).

cw | mentions of nudity, suggestive

You’re almost setting up a false sense of security that you wouldn’t send him risqué pics. Because why would such a sweet teacher do that? (Honestly the idea itself turns him on a bit) And it’s not like you would ever do that during working hours (yours) but weekends are a nice little treat when you’re a little hot and bothered and feeling somewhat bold. That little bit of liquid courage has you bite the bullet and send that cute pic of you in your little black dress at a bar with friends with a low sweetheart neckline.

Needless to say even that makes Jing Yuan almost burn dinner he’s cooking. (Poor Yanqing has to be like baba the food is making a cloud of smoke.) Unexpected, is what he would label it. But not unwelcome. He’s more in awe that you would send these. Perhaps a bit of corruption on his part? Who can say.

He’s at a bar after work with some colleagues when you first send that pic with a lingerie set and your arm modestly holding up your tits where the lace would leave too much to the prying eyes. His neck feels hot and he quickly has to lock his phone and excuse himself from the table. Fu Xuan only quirks a brow, unimpressed and perhaps a little annoyed at his antics. She’s well aware her boss and long time acquaintance is a fool in love right now. As long as it doesn’t create a PR nightmare she’ll turn a blind eye. That old man needs spice in his dry life.

Jing Yuan locks the bathroom door, letting out a pained sigh at the uncomfortable heat coursing through his body. But he’s nothing if not a man with a man’s brain, so he foolishly opens his texts again to get another look at the picture.

11:34PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] sent an attachment.

11:35PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] maybe you’d like it

11:43PM [Jing Yuan] I’d consider myself a fool if I didn’t appreciate all that you wear.

11:49PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] sent an attachment.

11:49PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] And what about what I don’t wear?

And oh. Oh. That’s a picture of your bare tits. Jing Yuan is lucky he’s still in the bathroom when you send that because his slacks are uncomfortably tight right now. You’re going to take years off his life at this point because he’s stuck at this company outing instead of being able to call a cab to your place right now.

Have mercy on this poor old man’s heart, will you?

[ganondoodle]

should surprise absolutely no one that i much much much prefer radahn when hes older (and not mindless! or mindcontrolled!)

(doesnt look amused about what malenia just did in that ol trailer- and possibly even moreso about what she said)

that (and base game) version of him is the only one to meeeeeeeee

[ineffable-suffering]

Good Omens hive mind, I have had an idea. But I need some help executing it. another lovely person already had it too!

The idea goes went as follows:

Don't ask how long I spent making this, thank you.

Initially, the point of this post was: Over the course of the last 100+ days, I have read a truly mind-boggling amount of incredible, clever, baffling and wonderful Good Omens posts, metas, theories and analyses. (And also written quite a few myself, though I really am very new to the whole meta business and just trying to have a silly ol' time on here.) And I wanted to collect them all in a, that's right, Suggestion Box.

But! Of course, as always, there‘s many-a more dedicated and brilliant minds at work that kindly beat me to it. :> Hit post a bit too quickly before doing my research! Mea culpa. @kayleefansposts has already done the enormous work of creating a collaborative Google Doc with the exact intentions I had.

Not that it needs me promoting it, but do go check it out if you find the time (it‘s on AO3 as well)!

I sure am excited to do so myself.

Love this fandom! Toodaloo!

[stormandmoonlight]

in light of the Anthony Gramuglia situation and in light of the knowledge that criticising Lily Orchard in any way will send her legions of zealots into an abusive tizzy, let it be known that I cannot fucking stand the person, behaviour, and opinions of Lily Orchard.

I find her views and behaviour repellent and repugnant, and I hope that she faces consequences for her alleged actions against all those she has wronged, including but not limited to Anthony Gramuglia. Also, her beliefs on media are deeply hypocritical given her actions and writings, and as asinine as they are ill-informed. She also has the gall to level accusations of transmisogyny as a shield against any and all criticisms, seemingly as though her behaviour is above reproach because she is trans.

I hope she begins reaping what she has sown. May every "fuck around" have a "find out."

[emilythedog661-tf2]

I have a question-

can you do smth that’s Heavy x medic?

Here you go!

Heavy giving Medic a piggy Back ride medic doesn't have to waste the Ubercharge being faster then Heavy 😁

(Also, sorry this is late, my Boss wouldn't get off my chair 😒)

[anotherqueersnailowner]

Trans? Need a Name?

i will fucking name you hmu

[fudgelling-away]

It's one of those days

Sans.

Sans.

sans sans sans

I wake up, mind foggy and disoriented. I go about my morning routine on autopilot. Empty eyes. Blank expression. Mind far away.

Sans.

Sans squirms under the covers, nuzzling into the warmth of my body.

I brush my teeth, unseeing eyes locked onto a random spot on the sink.

Sans lets out a low grunt and I growl, clenching my teeth on the toothbrush, foam all over my mouth.

How fitting.

I wash my face with shaky hands while Sans arches against my body in the most delicious way.

My hands trace his lumbar vertebrae, edges rounded and soft. He's such a gentle, non-threatening creature. Nothing about his body is harsh to the touch. No sharp angles. Nothing to attack with. No armour. Just inviting softness.

He is so human in that regard.

I rub the intervertebral discs with the tips of my fingers and feel the jelly-like surface yield under the careful pressure. His breath hitches and he whispers my name.

I sigh and start making tea, walking around the kitchen in a haze. My shift at work starts in 10 minutes.

Sans whines ever so softly as my hand reaches inside his hollow ribcage, caressing, massaging the warm bones.

I stop in the middle of the kitchen, spilled tea trickling down my arm onto the floor.

I watch the droplets fall.

Smooth bones shiver under my fingers.

I put the glass back on the counter and turn around lethargically to get some paper towels.

Teeth pressed against my lips. Ragged breath.

Sugar. I need to get a soap. Or the floor is going to be sticky.

"please, just... please"

The floor tiles are cold and smooth when I kneel down.

I can't see my kitchen anymore.

Sans leans into my hand needily as I wipe the sweat off his forehead.

It's going to be a torturously long day.

[birdietrait]

townie makeovers <3

credit goes to @hauntedtrait for adapting the original (by @/mcapriglioneart) for ts4 :))

rory oaklow - @lein-22

darling walsh - @alientown + @funkychunkyjunky

siobhan fyres - @moonwooden

thorne bailey - @rottengurlz

liberty lee - @keekity

nalani mahi'ai - @m0ckest

[ultrainfinitepit]

Do you have an example of what the pride lanyards would look like? I’m considering getting one

They would be similar to the lanyards I have in my shop (with a silver clasp and made of polyester).

Each flag's lanyard would have a unique design with additional elements that fit the theme of its angel (for example the Bisexual Angel lanyard might have elements of circuitry or neon glow to fit with the cyberpunk theme).

I hope that's enough to get a sense of how they would turn out.