#August 2025

[wakandaiscoming]

Finally some news.

[vanillaflavoredcigs]

[neelamsrawat5]

August 2025 Long Weekend Plans in India!

August 2025 is gifting you a golden chance to unwind with a long weekend! 🌦️🌄 Whether it’s soaking up the monsoon magic, chasing waterfalls, or exploring lush green getaways, India has the perfect destinations for your dream escape. 🍃🏖️ Pack your bags and let this August long weekend be a story to remember.

[uniqueartisanconnoisseur]

Solar Eclipse Fashion!

The 2024 Solar Eclipse is in the record books. This amazing life changing, soul searching event brought together people from all over the US (and in some cases the world) and from all walks of life.  The total solar eclipse was visible in the US from Texas to Maine with a partial eclipse visible almost nationwide. To celebrate an event like this, sometimes it takes a bit of cohesion for those…

[hinamie]

this past year has easily been one of the most productive and artistically formative years in recent memory and i'm so incredibly proud and grateful to have this little corner of the internet full of people who share my interests and enjoy my art <3

from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has supported me in 2024! I'll keep drawing and keep improving so here's hoping 2025 brings just as much growth!

[deancaspinefest]

Registration for the 2025 round is now open!

In the eight years since our first round, Pinefest authors have written 253 incredible fics comprising a collective 9.8 million words worth of pining, and artists have been inspired to create 811 gorgeous works of art to be viewed alongside them.

Now, we're excited to announce the opening of our ninth round – and we'd love for you to join us!

Registration will remain open until September 30th for authors, while artists may continue to sign up until December 1st.

Artists and authors will be paired through an anonymous claims process on December 14th, and artists will have 3 months to work on their art before posting commences on pi(e) day – March 14, 2025!

Full details about the challenge rules, requirements, and schedule can be found via the links below, and you can register here.

Until then... happy pining, everyone!

2025 Schedule | Rules & Requirements | FAQs | Previous Rounds

[layaart]

Finally got around to cleaning up my Metal From Heaven character designs a bit! here is....basically every character that's at least a little bit described (plus a lot of liberties based on vibes)

[hey-august]

🎪 1 of 5 - Physical Touch

WC: ~500 Warnings: nsfw, Buggy x GN!reader, insertion sex - reader receiving

💌 #hey-august valentines 2025

Buggy was used to casual contact. Celebratory slaps on the back, a warm hand on the shoulder, knees touching in the galley’s close quarters, broad hugs that would squeeze the air from your lungs. Some intentional, some mindless.

Hard touches, too. Controlling. A tight grip on a wrist, a shove, a slap, a punch. Kicks and biting. Scratching. Gouging. Bruised ribs, black eyes, sprains, and aches. Flesh swelling until it split and bled. Contact that released emotions and left their mark. Fighting wasn’t new to Buggy.

Even intimate touch wasn’t foreign. People like to play with his long hair. They flatter him by squeezing his arm and asking the captain to flex, all so they can trace the taut muscles from bicep to chest. Hands that move up to wrap around the nape of his neck. Soft lips on his.

But Buggy wasn’t used to how you touched him. How you’d brush a lock of hair from his face and tuck it behind an ear, just so it was out of his vision. When you’d hug him, it felt like you were trying to embrace as much of him as possible. With one hand reaching up the back of his head and the other looped around his back, Buggy actually felt touched. Like it was meant just for him.

Over time, Buggy realized there was a selfishness in your physical affection. A need that drove you, but it was different than with the others. You weren’t like the ones who wanted to take the attention and power they could slough off the pirate. You weren’t falsely inflating your compassion by tolerating intimacy.

But there was no denying you were selfish. You were greedy. You indulged your every whim and desire to feel him. Because that was how you showed your feelings.

Every good morning kiss was a confession of love. Standing so close that you bumped shoulders was a reminder of how you adore your captain’s attention. You’d lick your thumb and neaten the edge of his crimson grin because you wanted him to look his best.

And with every kiss on his pelvis, you savored his heavy breathing. You welcomed the salty bitter precum that coated your tongue and always wished for more. When you sank down on his cock with your full weight, you felt complete. Whole. Like one being. And you wanted Buggy to feel the same.

Each touch and caress, kisses between panting breaths, your hands on his chest and fingers in the blue curls - it all said more than you had the words to convey. You drove the point home rolling your hips like waves from the sea, with your knees trembling and squeezing against his sides when you came from riding him, and with your sweet breathless apology for needing a short break. 

You weren’t done yet. You had so much more to give.

And when you did finally finish, when you were both spent and satisfied, Buggy would pull you close. He’d wrap his arms around your damp body, with one hand on the back of your head, in an embrace that was just for you.

[littlefreya]

Henry Cavill selfie with Sam Neill, Mike Goldman, David Wenham and Bryan Brown | 2025 AACTA

[austinslounge]

Source

🥳🎉

[north-noire]

embracing the abyss

[roseworth]

i love this one. btw. if you even care.

[the-words-we-sung]

Young Royals week: day 1 - playlist

S1E1 playlist

Bad - Farveblind Wannabe Ghetto - Fata Boom It takes a food to remain sane - The Ark I see you - Nadia Theran Blah blah blah - Armin Van Buuren

(Inspired by my song analysis serie)

Thank you @youngroyals-events for hosting this event!

[tgtbata]

my year in art, including two pieces from @semifinaldraw. thank you guys for being here and talking to me and looking at my art. it's a joy every day <3

[layaart]

metal from heaven sketches

[hey-august]

🎪 5 of 5 - Quality Time

WC: ~720

Warnings: nsfw, Buggy x GN!reader, 'babe' used as pet name for reader, masturbation - both, mention of edging, idk how to describe this - mention of ignoring needs bc of edging.

A/N: Happy Valentine's to you all! And if this day is not your thing - happy day to you! I had a lot of fun writing these and sharing them daily. Seeing all of your likes, comments, and reblogs make me so glad to know that you enjoy them as well. To those who read and lurk, I'm glad you're having fun too! 🩷🩷🩷

💌 #hey-august valentines 2025

Buggy is always barging his way into your personal space - both physically and mentally. He arrives in a whirlwind of limbs and chatter, intent on crowding you all on his own.

Even if you snap and snarl at the pirate with fire in your eyes, he simply pauses, takes a large step backwards, and continues with what he was doing. If there was a hand on your shoulder, it’s still there. If his voice was too loud, now it’s even louder because he’s further away.

Go ahead, try to brush off the five-fingered appendage. Plug your ears and hum to drown out his nasally voice. It won’t do any good. Buggy will just find his way back in your bubble.

“It’s our bubble now, babe.”

He likes to be near you. That’s all it is.

Sometimes he just wants you nearby. It’s okay if you don’t pay attention, as long as you pay in presence.

The nights get lonely and thoughts get loud when his hands are dirty with grease and gun powder and his eyes are tired from squinting at small gears and springs. You keep Buggy from drowning in the chemical compounds and formulas that flood his mind and spill from his lips. Knowing that you’re sitting on the couch and reading a book that you’ll put down when glass breaks or his mind threatens to crack is soothing enough.

When it’s time for show rehearsals, Buggy doesn’t miss a session. Even if he’s hungover or pissed, like usual, he’ll stay late for you. Yes, he’ll get snippy and he might try to trip you a few times. He’ll threaten to leave, but he never does. You hear the crack in his voice, the one where fear and rejection threaten to escape. Buggy doesn’t want to leave and you don’t want him to either.

When you watch him practice speeches and he gets red-faced and stutters after saying the wrong word, you stay.

When Buggy needs to take a shit mid-conversation, you stay. On the other side of the door. Where you tease and make jokes, asking if he’s fallen in or if a Sea King swam up and ate him. And, of course, you clap when he’s finished.

When you need to shower, Buggy stays. Sometimes it’s because he’s horny, sometimes he’s dirty and it’s the only way you can get him to wash up. But half of the time, he just likes to be near you. He’ll make himself comfortable (one time you came out to a sink full of body parts) and talk to you. It can be hard to make out his voice through the rush of water, but it’s too lonely without the extra sound.

It’s not that Buggy is clingy. Or too talkative. Well, those are true, but it’s more than that.

If Buggy is the sea, then you’re the moon. He’s drawn to you, always reaching for you.

He just likes to be near you.

And sometimes, he just wants to sit and masturbate with you.

Lounging back on either end of the couch, Buggy is lazy about touching himself while watching you. His fingertips glide along the underside of his hardness, like he’s following the path of each pearl that falls from the tip and onto his stomach.

His eyes follow the movement between your legs, but he doesn’t follow your tempo. He might even ask you to slow yourself, just so he can savor this time even more.

There’s a part of Buggy that wants to watch you edge yourself. That imagines you sitting there, touching and rubbing and teasing yourself all day. He wishes you’d make a mess and ruin the couch. That you’d be bucking against your hand and begging him for release.

Please, please, please. I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I want to cum so badly.

It’s a bit twisted, isn’t it? That you’d willingly ignore your own needs, just to spend time with Buggy. It’s a darker fantasy, one that he pretends to ignore while you get closer and closer to your climax.

Your chest rises and falls, your wrist pops but you don’t stop, your legs stiffen, and you look at Buggy. And you drown in that sea of ecstasy.

When you finally surface and can breathe again, both of you are dripping with affection.