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[cfffrk]

[link7057]

Stupid little Moral Orel comic with Orel and Reverend Putty to express something

[reichenbachfalle]

[hellsslibrary]

Oh shit I’m new here but I love top reader inserts

Any preferences on requests?

I don't think I have any preference for requests, really. Just be more clear so that I don’t read the request and think that I should write this or that or something else. Well, and preferably requests for what I like, but I’m not picky here, lol. So... Just something that clarifies what exactly you want and that's good!!

(Okay, I was thinking that I like to write dominant readers, because I am like that myself, but at the same time there are characters with whom it is more convenient for me to write a switch reader (I almost can’t imagine a character for the sake of a complete submissive reader, :^), so I guess that's it?)

[euclydya]

happy birthday Wil <3

[hahniana]

Paid my share of rent and ohhh I'm in danger <3

[poppiesforthirteen]

The TARDIS not ever knowing what time it is in real words is so fun. The Doctor asks for 23rd May 1949 and it's like holding a map of Asunción, Paraguay written in Ancient Sumerian and being asked where the nearest McDonald's is. Yeah you know what a McDonald's is and would recognize one if you saw it but can they blame you for taking a few wrong turns first

[markie-boo-in-your-area]

(for creator) Have you seen the Roomie character the anons made on Mustang's blog? Their real name is unknown, but they're Daniel's "roommate" (cause they don't really need a house?) and recently it has been established that they're Michael's asexually born child

And they apparently do guns and drugs (even though the latter has no effect on them)

I have!!! and you know what? markie would definitely get along with Roomie, if only he knew about Roomie's existence.

[timelessxmemories]

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[paramcur]

i will (presumably) resume normal activity next week.

[bokuwadekinaiko]

cw post / tags. sorry

i don't even know if i have the words

to express this

she's gone

and its all my fault

[intcritus]

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜ //Fushimi @ Itachi

july had all but slammed into them and the festival was just in its first embers. the month long affair was something that'd been in their clan for centuries. it was something special considering their dieties would be roaming the festival, and that was a treat for all parts of the clan. it also meant, atleast as the first born that he, and su-jin had their duties to help out. it seems daunting, but they are wonderful leaders when it comes to organizing and their work is never done. unlike su-jin, itachi excels at giving orders,but where he fails is caring for himself.

his uncle does bring him snacks and such while they're going through paperwork. some of the snack's texture don't go over well, but it's just a precaution to see what will sell and what won't. itachi huffs, bringing his tea to his mouth, hoping the green tea will wash down the taste on his tongue. for that only, itachi leaves him with the paperwork and menus from the travelling merchants. delegating where the stands where be and the activities for the younger uchihas.

hours pass, and idly as he staggers back to the main house, beyond exhausted, he's delighted by the sight of clarence waking off with their otousan and mikoto, and even more at the sight of his husband. the first day of the festival is already here, things are in full swing now that the venders have decided where they'll be and what theyll sell. it's why he's grateful that his family has such fast reponse times.

regardless, he's hungry and he needs to recharge and here is fushimi, cupping his cheek and holding him close. it's absolutely perfect. his family is laughing softly, more than used to such displays of affection. in truth, as fushimi speaks to him, lifting itachi into his arms, the jaguar is already half-asleep, nuzzling into his husband, ❝ ━ you, my love. kenta, probably, he worries lots. ❞ he's joking, of course. but then again, he knows they would if he falters. ❝ ━ no more talking, lets go cuddle, while okaasan cooks for lunch and you can rub my tummy and tell me how much you love me ? ❞

[stilettobitearch]

🥀❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜ @elliscousland rivals (to lovers?)

"oh, you bet i fucking will." a series of curses in infernal follow, tumbling out of her lips like a hiss of steam, yet somehow melodic. "you will lie awake in your bedroll every night from now until our untimely yet predictably quick deaths, and you will wonder if i put rocks in all the wrong places; you'll wonder if i managed to find a hag i tolerated enough to curse you to a f– motherFUCK." threats were cut short as a shooting pain reminded her that accepting ellis' help was next on her to-do list, and it was perhaps rather more urgent than she was giving the situation credit. porcelain fingertips skimmed the bleeding head wound, ignoring that the worst of the pain was coming from shards of metal lodged in various positions from cece's torso.

a deep breath.

"fine. help me, but i want to know everything that led to this moment and i expect you to take it with good manners when i, I! am forced to give you a lecture on..." truthfully, she didn't actually know what the lecture would be about and another pang of incredible pain was enough of a distraction that she gave up, hand searching for any part of ellis she could reach, a surreptitious moment of tenderness in the fraught whirlwind of... every other emotion tearing her limb from limb.

[minty-bubblegum]

MY CHEST AND HEAD HURTS GRR

[euclydya]

and i know it'll scream at me for this but

[es-kay-zee]

i sit alone at my dining table, thinking about how much i love my friends. i'll miss them terribly when the time comes for us to part ways.

outside i can see a group of high schoolers walking down the street. i can hear their laugher and it overlaps with mine from a time passed.

i can see myself walking down the street with my friends. we laugh. we joke. everything is as it was. life is simple. life is easy.

they've gotten me through more than they'll every truly know, and my gratefulness to them is immeasurable. they've made me who i am.

someday we'll go our seperate ways and i'm not ready for that. but for now, i'll make to most of the time i'll still have with them.

i will always love them. and i know they'll always love me.