#I swear

[manybrokenquills]

One time, when I was on a road trip in the middle of nowhere after visiting family, there was a sign kinda close to this, leading down a road my gps heavily wanted me to go down.

I went a mile down that road, at most, and there was a fairly long bridge. Clearly fine enough to drive on, clearly fine in general.

I got half way across that bridge before there was just... a person in the middle of the bridge.

Just standing there.

I mean, nothing was wrong with this person apart from the fact that they were standing in the middle of the bridge.

I stopped my car (which is something you SHOULD NOT DO. DO NOT DO THAT.) and waited a few seconds, thinking they were just going on a walk and got startled by this random car.

They did not move.

They didn't even fidget.

They just stood there.

Eventually I came to my senses and backed up the road and left, and forgot about it for the most part, but sometimes when I'm laying in bed, scrolling tumblr, and I see something mentioning a sign alike to the one leading down that road; I remember.

And I just have to sit there for a moment and go, "huh, that was weird," and scroll away.

[muletia]

Whenever I think about Pocket Spouse with Optimus I'm imagining this air of sadness the two would have together behind closed doors right after the split with Megatron. How you'd choose to stay with this mech who days ago was your cheerful Orion but now is a burdened Prime. You still love D-16, but seeing him let Orion go will forever haunt you as you could do nothing but watch in horror as you were held back from jumping after him.

The codependency you would form with Optimus after that tragic day would keep you tied by mutual scars of the heart and spark. The life the three of you had before was far from perfect but you had each other and that made it all worth it. No one else is going to understand the many tears that will be shed by the two of you as the rest of Iacon celebrates. Not even D-16 will understand anymore because he can't accept the choices you both made, thinking this Prime that emerged looking like Orion somehow swayed you to his side through the Matrix.

When in reality you give sanctuary to your husband by calling him Orion when no one else is around because you know it's still him despite his new frame. Assuring and comforting him because you'd do anything to see him smile again like he used to. While Optimus has miraculously become even more attached than ever to you as he swears he won't lose this. Won't waste this second chance at life, won't lose you, not when you have chosen to stay with him. He will covet and harbor this precious piece of his old life that helps ease the ache of being the bearer of the Matrix, no matter what.

Dude, this is so beautiful...

Behind the closed doors of your new, massive habsuite, a concept previously entirely foreign to Optimus, the new Prime becomes especially touchy with you. His new responsibilities weigh heavily on him, eating away at the precious time you should be spending together, supporting each other. But whenever he manages to carve out even a moment for you, he never fails to show you just how unbelievably important you are to him.

When you see him roll into your shared habsuite, the last nanoseconds of pretending he has everything under control escape him like air from a balloon. His shoulders drop, pace slows, and that proud, battle-ready expression melts away, replaced with the relief that he finally gets to see you. Optimus wastes no time grabbing you in his servos and pressing you to his faceplate. He clings to you firmly yet, making sure not to hurt you, and finally lets his tears flow. You immediately wipe them away with your clothes, not caring that they’re the size of your whole hand, comforting him with kisses and soft strokes just like you did the first time you met.

You know it will take a long time before he calms down, that he’ll shed many more tears, finally giving in to his sobs, but you’re ready to give him as much time as he needs to let it all out.

[gilverrwrites]

"There are so many subjects you could write about, why would you want to write about that?"

Okay? What's your point? There are so many types of cake, why would I make a sponge cake if what I really want is cheesecake?

"But that character would never do that."

Says who? Says you and the handful of writers who write them the way you like?

Does it even matter? They're not real.

I've said it before and I'll say it again:

It’s important to remember that not all fandom content creators want to write canon-adjacent content all the time, or at all, and that’s okay. That’s good even. Use your creativity as an outlet however you wish, just have fun!

When/if we don’t like how a creator portrays a character, or the stories they use the characters to tell, you don’t have to engage with it. You don’t have to read content that frames characters in ways you dislike. Just move on to the next piece.

It would be physically impossible for all creators to appeal to everyone in the fandom, and frankly, we shouldn’t expect them to cater to anybody but themselves.

As creators, you have to develop a thick skin. There will always be people out there criticizing, some will be louder than others. You have to learn to accept that not everyone will like you or agree with you.

But as patrons, you need to know that things don't revolve around you.

People aren't lesser or worthy of insult just because their tastes differ from yours.

Literally, if it bothers you that much, instead of spouting hate, just use the block and filter options so you don't have to see it. That's what they exist for.

Acting all holier than thou and shit, trying to bully people out of writing things you don't like just makes you look like the same people that think it's okay to ban books. You're feeding the same pipeline as the bigots that don't want people to be able to read books that contain LGBTQIA+ themes or commentary on racism or other social issues, because they don't like it. It ain't cute.

You can write anything, so why would you want to write that, right?

[i-lick-your-gun]

Real groundbreaking instrument

my jaw hit the floor

[katsdynam1ght]

bkdks i am working on art for you because i have been failing to write my oneshot. please gather your excitement once more

edit for those of you who haven’t seen the notes: it’s done go rb that instead of this please i beg

[codexcrow]

the persimmons scene never fails to make me wanna break a wall with my forehead

[i-lick-your-gun]

Oh sure, all the OTHER people like "secretaries" and "cooks" and "members of the Secret Service" get to go into the White House to do their "jobs," but when I, Chris Hansen from NBC's To Catch A Predator,

[fixxxd]

when i saw her live, so magical. thank you to my father for playing born to die when i was eight.

Lana Del Rey performing at the Frank Erwin Center in Austin, Texas, US (February 11th, 2018)

[axuanmii]

animatic 72% done so take a frame for fun

[bkblaise]

boomshakalaka yes gawd

[waggledoogledoggle]

HOLY CRAP

YALL

LOOK AT HOW MUCH ANGEL LIGHTS UP NOW JUST BY HUSK TALKING TO HIM

QUITE LITERALLY ALL HUSK SAID WAS “hey” AND HE JUST-

HIS WHOLE FACE, HIS ENTIRE DEMEANOR JUST BRIGHTENS AND LIGHTS UP

[mid-knight-black]

You are telling me this shot was supposed to be “platonic”? This brokeback-mountain-call-me-by-your-name ass scene is supposed to be PLATONIC??? Be sooo ffr right now 😭😭😭

[izniss]

[fortunapre]

PAIRING: hamzah x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you and hamzah have been close friends forever, but during one of your routine movie nights, things get heated and confessions are made…

WARNINGS: 18+, no piv, dry-humping, fingers do things, making out, cussing, female reader, mentions y/n

this was supposed to be fluffy but fortunately for you i think im ovulating

[PT. 1] _fortunapre’s.iphone.series_ 2.2k words

“First of all, what game are you playing?” You asked, grabbing both bowls of ice cream that you prepared and heading to the couch where you and Hamzah were watching Star Wars.

“Uh, does it matter? This is a once in a lifetime chance I'm giving you to be in my video!” Hamzah teased, making a face like he thought you were insane.

You playfully hit his shoulder and laughed. “Well considering some of your videos are… questionable to say the least, I’m gonna need more context.”

Hamzah just spooned ice cream in his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. While you laughed and looked back towards the TV, he kept his eyes on you, admiring. Tonight was one of your guys’ monthly ice cream nights that you started since you met about 6 years ago. Ever since you were teenagers, you both have been side-by-side. The best of friends.

Hamzah took notice of your pajama shorts, large t-shirt, and messy hair. He had no idea how your most disheveled look still made him stare.

You felt his gaze and looked at him, but before you caught him, Hamzah looked back at the tv.

Now it was your turn to admire. Hamzah had always looked effortlessly hot in your eyes, but movie nights especially. Something about his careless look made your heartbeat a little faster. Like this view of him, in pajamas, with strands of dark, curly hair flying everywhere, was only made for you. Especially when he wore his glasses.

This secret staring match lasted the whole movie.

Usually, when movie night ended and the icecream was finished, Hamzah would talk a bit and then head home. It always killed him to leave you.

However, this time, Hamzah planned on telling you something he’d been hiding from since he met you. He wouldn’t back out of it this time

To stall, and make the night continue, he started with a simple converstation. “Wait, so do you want to be in the video or not, ‘cause I completely understand if it’s too much. I know me and Martin can get, like, kinda weird but it's what the viewers like so…”

Hamzah was rambling and you knew that if you didn’t stop him now he’d go on forever. You leaned over, and quickly put your hand over his mouth, shutting him up. You were both already situated with your legs basically pressed together, so reaching him was no problem.

“You’re rambling, Hamzah.” you laughed and kept your hand over his mouth. “And yeah I guess I’ll be in a video.” You tried to seem bossy by pointing a finger into his chest “But it we better be playing Sims or Episode.”

Then you realised just how many places you were touching him…

Teasing in your guys’ relationship was the norm, but recently, it has started to feel more like flirting than friendly teasing. There’s been a lot more… tension.

He stopped talking when you covered his mouth and smiled underneath your hand.

Recently, everything you do has felt more like flirting, now that you think about it.

At first it was innocent, a few touches and remarks, because it felt comfortable. Now, though, something hotter brimmed underneath everything.

Maybe you took it too far sometimes, with very obvious innuendos and such, but you couldn’t help yourself when it came to him. However, in the back of your mind, there was that voice reminding you that Hamzah is probably just being friendly and you were overthinking it.

You didn't want to take that chance, so you never brought up the obvious shift between you two.

You kept your hand on his mouth a bit longer than was probably normal, but the look that Hamzah was giving was almost magnetic. There was something in his eyes that was brand new, and raw. He lightly grabbed your wrist and moved to hold your hand instead, his eyes still locked on yours.

It was silent until he opened his mouth, deciding to speak up.

Now, Hamzah decided. Now he would tell you. “Y/n, there’s something I’ve been meaning to-”

“You should really start wearing your glasses more.” You winced internally at the accidental compliment/confession that slipped out.

“What?” He had a physical reaction to your sudden outburst and started laughing. “What’re you talking about? My glasses? What, why?” He seemed super nervous , and you could tell by his familiar awkward smirk from when we he’s flustered. If only he knew what that slight upturn of his lips did to you.

His laugh, your proximity to each other, and his just overall look meant your insides were basically jelly. He was still holding your hand, and once you realized it, the rosy blush spreading up your neck was inevitable.

“Don’t tease, you obviously know why.” You answered, looking away to try and hide the blush.

“Yeah?” He asked, in the most sensual voice you’ve ever heard from him, while looking down at your intertwined hands.

You were extremely surprised by the sudden deepness of his voice but decided to hide your reaction. Instead, you rolled your eyes and sat up to take your bowls to the sink. You needed to get away before you let your impulsive thoughts get the best of you.

He let you walk away, contrary to what his mind was reeling with, slowly dropping your hand as you moved away.

He watched you as you walked, with his eyes on the way your shorts were slightly riding up, and how your legs were on full display.

You set the dishes in the sink and turned to head back but were surprised with Hamzah’s towering figure.He followed you into the kitchen and was standing right infront of you. He was situated with one hand on the back counter and the other on the island, blocking your way out.

Instead of arguing, you just put a hand on your hip, and looked at him. Nervousness consumed your mind as you fully realized just how close to you Hamzah was standing. Instead of moving away, however, you stayed close, catching his familiar, minty scent. You looked back into his eyes-His eyes that held the exact same searing gaze as earlier. He seemed to make nonverbal promises. Of what? You weren’t sure but how he was looking was almost dirty.

“Y/n, what I was saying earlier…” Hamzah began again but briefly stopped for a second and looked at you expectantly.

“What?” You asked confusedly why he stopped.

“Oh, just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to rudely interrupt me again.”

You scoffed and faked hurt, “rudely?! I complimented you!”

“Yeah, I guess.” His smirk was back and his eyes were on yours. If it was anyone else, eye contact would have made you look away. Except Hamzah isn’t just anyone, and his eyes were like pools you could drown in.

He moved an inch closer, testing the waters. When he saw a slight pink to your cheeks at his closeness, he gained sudden confidence.

“Don’t let me leave tonight.” He suddenly spoke.

You were taken aback with his words, “What, like lock the doors? Are you going to transform at midnight or something?”

He let out a breathy laugh, but his tone never shifted.

“You know what I mean, Y/n.” A deep breath. “Let me stay. Let me show you what I…”

“Hamzah. Of course you can stay over. I’d never push you-”

“No, y/n that’s not…”

A beat of silence passed until you softly spoke up.

“What, Hamzah?”

“Let me show you what I think about everytime I’m near you.”

His words were ringing in your ears and your entire body almost had a physical reaction to what he was insinuating.

“Let me show you what I’ve been imagining for the past 5 damn years, Y/n.”

You were stunned, because 5 years? That’s almost for as long as you’ve known him.

“5 years…” You tested the words out loud and it was like an award winning melody to your ears.

“Yeah, 5 years. Actually scratch that. 6 years.” He stood closer, and spoke quieter. “Since I saw you for the first time I’ve been holding back from you. From admitting how I feel because I was afraid I might lose you.”

Like a dam, you broke. Anything along those lines were exactly what you’ve been wishing for, and here those words were, out in the open.

Finally,

You grabbed the front of his hoodie with surprising strength and pulled him down to your level.

Before you could follow through and kiss him, you just held his lips near yours instead.

You both shared one breath, staring at each others' lips. You stayed like this, too afraid to ruin the moment if you went too fast. Just the whisper of Hamzah’s lips against yours filled you with an insane amount of need.

However, Hamzah took the invite of your pouty lips and closed the distance for you.

Unable to contain the years of built up desire, you kiss his back. Hard.

He almost stumbles forward as you pull his hoodie closer to you. He smirks into the kiss at your eagerness and you swear that simple action could make you drop to your knees if he wasn’t holding your waist.

His fingers were digging into the fabric of your t-shirt, basically molding into your waist. It’s like you skipped the slow-getting-hotter part of the kiss and immediately skipped to fully making out.

Hamzah licked the inside of your mouth, making you release a quiet mewl from the back of your throat.

He parted from your lips, barely. Just enough distance to catch your breath before he dove back in. It was almost feral, the way he moved from your lips to your cheek to your jaw. He grabbed your upper thighs and lifted you up. Your immediate reaction was to wrap your legs around him and hold him as close as possible.

Right now, being chest-to-chest, literally holding one another wasn’t close enough.

He slowly carried you back to the couch while making small licks and bites along your throat.

He placed you on the couch and immediately followed, covering your body with his.

“Y/n…” He spoke your name with a deep rumble, into your shoulder before kissing your pulse under your jaw.

You unlatched your lips to take off his glasses and setting them beside you. You would have loved for him to keep them on but you could tell how annoyed he was getting with them when he tried to kiss you.

He watched your movement carefully, and let a mental picture of how hot you looked under him.

When you came back to him, he immediately put his lips back to the spot on your neck that he figured out was the sweet spot where you made the most noise.

“Hamzah..” you answered, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it up, signalling you want him to take it off.

“You sure?” He asked you, looking in your eyes for the first time since you started kissing. He took note of your red cheeks and matching swollen lips. He was so absolutely obsessed with you.

“Hamzah, If you couldn’t tell, I also have feelings for you and want you to go back to kissing me.” You teased him. “Without your shirt though” you smiled innocently and pulled his shirt up to reveal his chest.

“Such a smartass.” He smiled and pulled his shirt completely off and discarded it somewhere behind you. He was still smiling as he reconnected your lips, and the feel of his grin in your kiss made you smile as well.

The whole thing was unreal.

You felt so…happy in the moment, like nothing could compare. Like this is all you’d ever wanted and needed.

He slowly lifted the hem of your shirt as well, exposing your soft skin and thin bra. He could see the peaks of your nipples poking through the fabric and the image made him want to kiss every part of you he’s never seen.

To be truthful, any sight of you made him want to kiss you like that, but specifically right now, his pulse was very prominent in the lower part of his body from the current view.

You sunk your teeth lightly into his lower lip, and he replied by kissing you harder. He couldn’t hold back his desire at one point, when you started letting out breathy moans into his mouth- he jerked his hips against yours. You really felt just how much he needed you just then. The small pressure from his growing erection against you made you throw your head back and grind along lift your hips to meet his.

He started slowly grinding into you until you were full on dry-humping each other.

If Hamzah felt like this with clothes on, you only wondered what he felt like-

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hamzah grabbing your ass, then moving his hands along the back of your thighs. He lifted them up so you could wrap them around his back.

He rutted faster against you, and you swear you could feel his full length against you now. Your panties were soaked at this point and the wet spot growing on the front of his grey sweats showed that you had the same effect on him.

He sighed into your ear, both arms now propped on each side of your head. “Fuck, i’m gonna come in my pants from you, gorgeous.”

You let out a soft whine at the pet name and dragged your nails down his back, undoubtedly leaving scars. “Then just come like this, Hamzah. Show me what I mean to you. Like you prosmised.”

Erotic noises escaped your lips from the insane friction. You arched and dragged your hands back up his back and into his soft curls, tugging lightly.

“God, why haven’t we done this before” Hamzah sounded pained as he whispered, shutting his eyes tight from the upcoming sensation.

“I have no fucking idea. We were both too much of pussies to admit anything.” You replied in between short breaths.

He chuckled, but basically choked on his laugh when you reached into his pants to properly feel him.

“Yeah,” He agreed, and kissed you roughly, smashing his lips into yours and making your teeth clash at times.

“Fuck I’m..” You started to warn him, but he already knew.

“Me, too.”

He shifted the smallest bit but for some reason his new position made the friction ten times stronger. Hamzah’s hard bulge was hitting the perfect spot that made your panties rub against your clit in a way that made you gasp.

“Holy shit Hamzah” you gasped and arched your back to meet his chest. He laid more of his weight on yours, feeling your nipples through your bra.

“wait before we…” He looked you in your eyes and silently asked to take your bra off by slowly pulling down a strap from your shoulder.

“take it off of me, Hamzah.”

He wasted no time and took off your bra, exposing the peaks of your nipples. He immediately moved a hand to play with your breasts, giving each of them attention. “God, you're beautiful. even better than I imagined.”

His words made you want more so you arched you back again, making him shut his eyes tight at the friction.

“Fuck, baby,” he said softly.

He kept one hand next to your head, where he held himself up and moved the other from your breast to rub you through your shorts. “Hamzah please..please touch me”

He slipped a teasing finger past the waistband of your shorts. But you were done with foreplay and just needed him. His hand went past your underwear, finally reaching where you needed him.

He tested it by swiping two fingers along your folds.

“so wet f’me, yeah?”

“yeah…please Hamzah.”

“don’t worry baby.” At the same time he spoke he sunk two of his fingers into you, curling them at the perfect speed, while using his thumb to rub your clit.

how he was so good at this, you had no idea.

You wanted to please him as well, but when you looked at his tent, a wet spot was already extremely prominent.

“hey,” he turned your focus to him.

“Just let go baby. I'll come with you. seeing you like this….having you like this is already getting me off so bad.” his strokes became faster and your breathing got harder.

Before you could release, he took his fingers away and replaced them with rough grinding of his hips again.

Seconds later a feeling so strong washed over your body, draining you and your mind. Hamzah came right after you. The connected spot between you was soaking and warm with both of your come leaking through your pants.

“Jesus, Y/n if thats what its like with clothes on I can't wait until-”

“Yeah.” You laughed short with your eyes closed at the familiar words- he practically said out loud what you’d been thinking the whole time. “Trust me, I'm suddenly very impatient to find that out.” You admitted with a smile and opened you eyes, looking at him through your lashes.

Fucked out and sweaty Hamzah was breathtaking. And now he was yours to admire, without any secret staring.

Hamzah kissed you softly, still with passion but not as feverish. He slowly moved you both into a sitting position before he stood up with you in his hands.

“What are you doing?”

“What I said I would,” Is all he said. You were a bit confused until he spoke again.

“I'm gonna show you…” He kissed you long then finished his sentence. “I’m gonna show you i’ve imagined every fucking day.”

Your body grew immediately hot again.

“Alright. Show me.” You said quietly into his ear, nibbling it once as he carried you upstairs and into your bedroom. “But you might need to tell Martin your gonna film the video another day…”

He smiled big with his perfect teeth and shook his head with laughter.

He must be hallucinating because there’s no way he’s about to fuck the girl of his dreams.

a/n:

PT 2? Series mention list?

[dingbatsy]

Alastor sucks at roleplay!

Thanking @notherpuppet for gifting the fandom with this perfect nurse Alastor design 💕

Who will be his next patient, I wonder? 🤔