#Inbox Games

[prompthaven]

inbox game for fanfic writers 📨🖊️

when did you first start writing?

what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

do you ever read your own writing for fun?

if you could erase any three tropes from existence, what would they be?

do you prefer writing longer or shorter works?

do you have a “guilty pleasure” (trope, character, au etc.) to read or write?

what is your favourite thing that you’ve ever written?

tell us the titles of your three favourite works in progress.

which app do you use to write?

what is your most favourite character to write about and why?

what is your least favourite character to write about and why?

do you read a lot of fanfiction?

how do you shake burnout or writer’s block?

do you write smut? if yes, would you ever stop? if no, would you ever consider it?

are there any works you’ve written that you personally dislike?

when do you think you’ll stop writing fanfiction?

how many wips do you have right now?

name three fic writers you personally like to read from or are inspired by.

do you proofread your writing before you post it?

[alchemistc]

for the intimacy prompts, it's buck & tommy so of course gotta go with #7 kissing scars or #50 patching up a wound or whichever other prompt sparks joy for u <3

Buck's late. Holy shit he is so late. He'd promised Maddie he'd be at the house like, half an hour ago, but he'd gotten caught up in a conversation with Jana from B shift on his way out the door and it'd been just enough time to cause an extra half hour backup on the highway that had clogged up all his usual back road routes, too.

With this in mind, he's rushing as he parks the Jeep, barely paying any attention as he shoves his door closed and practically sprints up the walkway.

And of course, of course, he's jittery, rushing, so it takes him three tries to get the key in the lock, and by the time he swings the door open with apologies on his lips, he sort of wants the floor to just swallow him up.

There's no Maddie. There's no Maddie or Chim, who would definitely be standing in the entryway giving him shit for somehow ending their shifts at the same time and still managing to be late.

All there is is the faint sound of voices coming from down the hallway, so he follows those until he catches the light leaking out from the open door of the bathroom.

As he nears, the voices become a little clearer. Jee says something, too soft for Buck to catch, a little strain in her voice he's vaguely concerned about until the other voice responds, in a familiar cadence that has Buck stopping dead in his tracks for half a heartbeat before he remembers - crap, he'd invited Tommy over, too, when it became clear it was the only 'free' night they'd have for like, six days, and now not only is he late to babysit his own niece but he's left Tommy the task of sending Maddie and Chim off on their date.

Buck ignores the little skip of his heartbeat at the idea that Maddie and Chim had felt comfortable just ... leaving Jee in Tommy's hands. That's a dumb train of thought - Chim knows Tommy, and Maddie hasn't made a secret of how much she likes Tommy, too, there's no reason to get gooey about it.

"...and viola!" comes Tommy's exclamation, and in the bathroom, Jee giggles. He must be making a face, or doing some gesturing. Jee's a little obsessed with Tommy, still, just as enchanted as Buck by the way his focus is always so intent when she's telling him something, by the way he's always got a follow up question, by the way he's not remotely afraid to dissolve into giggles with her.

"Now you!" Jee exclaims, and Buck knocks on the doorframe, tilts his head in to get the scope of things. Jee's up on the counter, legs kicking, a bright orange bandage on her knee and the box in her hand being brandished in Tommy's face where he's kneeling on the bathroom floor. There's a tube of Neosporin open next to her, and some bloody paper towels in the trash, but Tommy and Jee both glance up at him with smiles on their faces.

"Hi Jee," Buck says, and Jee waves, in that weird age where she'll be talking a mile a minute and then go completely mute for like twenty minutes until she's had time to process something. She kicks at the cabinet below her and shakes the box of Band-Aids at Tommy's head, and Buck gets the message. "Hi, Tommy."

Something soft and quiet passes between them. Buck's trying to be cool about this relationship, but there are times where the comparisons start to rattle around in his brain, a bit, and he's - it's never felt like this. He can't imagine Chim and Maddie even feeling comfortable enough to leave Jee alone with Natalia or Taylor, let alone actually asking them to join him for an evening of Bluey and hotdog Mac and Cheese. And it's - maybe he's just older, more settled in his bones. Maybe the secret sauce is those relationships not working out, so that Buck knew exactly what he was looking for, and what he wasn't. He's grateful for that, but mostly he thinks it's just Tommy - how steady he is, how grounded, how one look from Tommy can ease a days worth of worries crawling under Buck's skin.

"Sixty words a minute for the last forty-five and suddenly you don't wanna talk to your Uncle Buck?" Tommy teases, massive hand curling around the bottom of Jee's foot to shake her leg, and Jee giggles and ducks, arms crossing and head shaking 'no' as she presses her heel into Tommy's palm and nearly launches herself into the mirror behind her. Buck slides a hand behind her head to steady her - clearly she's a little accident prone today, and he's not particularly in the mood for a visit to the hospital this evening.

The movement brings him close enough for Tommy to touch, and he wraps his free hand around Buck's calf, squeezing for a moment before he uses it as leverage to lift himself off the bathroom floor. This bathroom isn't nearly large enough for two grown ass men standing shoulder to shoulder, they barely fit toe to toe.

"Hi," Buck says, when Tommy comes level with him, chests brushing and a familiar fond look in his eye.

"Hi," he repeats, grin going wide, and next to them Jee squirms and grabs at both their arms.

"No kiss!"

Buck tilts his head, and Tommy mirrors it, brow raised. "You heard the lady," he admonishes in a wry tone when Buck's gaze darts immediately for his lips.

This doesn't seem to satisfy Jee-Yun, who leans forward to smack at Tommy's wrist. "No, kiss!"

The change in tone is enough for both of them to glance down at her. She's pointing at her bandaged knee, which makes a lot more sense. Shed spent the last 118 barbeque demanding every couple in her immediate eyeline kiss for her entertainment, like an extremely cute fork against a champagne glass.

Buck's not thinking about weddings, though. He's not.

(He absolutely is, but at least he and Tommy have, like, talked about it. In vague hypotheticals, but... still.)

Jee slaps her knee for emphasis.

Clearly whatever she did hadn't injured her too badly, but there is a rule. You bandage something, you gotta kiss it better.

Tommy eyes the distance back to the floor like he's eighty years old, not a fit forty, so Buck makes it easier on all of them by squeezing in and swinging Jee over his shoulders, her legs fucking pinwheeling enough to force Tommy to duck as her breathless giggles fill the echoing tiles of the bathroom. Settled onto Buck's shoulders, Jee digs her fingers into Buck's hair, and Tommy leans in and makes an exaggerated smacking noise as he presses his lips to her bandage.

She shifts her weight, pleased, and tugs hard on Buck's ear. "Okay, now kiss," she demands, and Tommy snorts with laughter as he leans in.

[gayhoediaz]

bucktommy + “come back to bed”

“Come back to bed.” Still half asleep, Buck’s morning voice is so thick, so rough that he nearly sounds sick, even to his own ears. “Too early,” he adds after clearing his throat, bullying the side of his face deeper into his boyfriend’s soft pillow.

Tommy chuckles from somewhere in the room, the sound just as soothing as the faint, sound of rare drops of rain tapping against the bedroom window.

“I was gonna make you breakfast,” Tommy tells him, a large hand sliding into his hair, combing it back towards the pillow.

“Really?” Buck blinks his eyes open, taking in the view of Tommy towering over him, eyes warm, a wide, close-mouthed - fond - smile on his face.

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, trailing his hand down the side of Buck’s face as he rolls over onto his back, casually allowing his eyes to drift up and down his body, appreciating his bare chest before they settle back on his face. “Figured you’d be hungry after last night,” Tommy says, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re sweet,” Buck hums, happiness fluttering in his stomach as he catches Tommy’s hand in his own.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Please go into my inbox to psycho-analyze me like one of those long video essays about cartoons and tv shows....

[redd956]

Random Questions Ask Game

📸 - What's one of your favorite photos in your phone?

🐈 - If you had to pick, cat or dog?

🔮 - What's a paranormal or scary encounter you've had?

☠️ - What's one of your most controversial ships you like?

✨️- What's an article of clothing essential to your IRL character design?

🍙 - What's a food you've always wanted to try?

💎 - If you could steal anything without consequence, what would you take?

🧨 - You get to destroy a company. Which one and why?

🤩 - What's an unpopular thing you find attractive?

💗 - Name an accent you love to hear

💣 - Hot weather or cold weather?

🎵 - Do you play any instruments?

🍎 - What brought you to tumblr?

🍔 - What's a food you don't like/eat, but it still looks appetizing?

🌷 - How many languages do you know?

🌍 - Have you been in any natural disasters or major weather events before?

🎊 - What was the last thing you celebrated?

🍉 - You're transformed into your favorite blorbo. On a scale of 1 to 10, how screwed are you.

[sephirthoughts]

🧡🖤💕

(from this ask game) BWAAHAHAHA

i'm doing FF7 cause you didn't say i couldn't

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

If there's any lore theory I fundamentally disagree with, it's probably not all that serious a theory. I tend to take lore with a grain of salt, because it's a video game series made by a ton of people over many years, and soemtimes things have to change and be retconned. I like to know my stuff and be accurate, but that's because it helps ground me concretely in the story world, for when i write.

Mostly, my disagreements come from people misreading characters and creating a whole fanon misrepresentation of them and then spreading that fanon as if it's actual canon, and tainting the general perception of a character for people who don't know better. This does not apply to headacanons, obvious OOC, crack, and jokes. I don't care what people want to imagine with the dollies we're all sharing. Let's just have funsies.

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

(fucking strap in because i wrote way more than i intended to)

Lucrecia Crescent.

All I see in fandom is her getting painted as this benevolent holy mother who would have been a warm and wonderful and nurturing caretaker to Sephiroth, if only that bad bad man Hojo hadn't ruined everything.

To quote Benjamin Franklin: Fuck off with that.

There is nothing NOTHING in canon to suggest Lucrecia would have been a warm and nurturing mother, aside from her being a woman. That is misogyny (yes, it's still misogyny even if you personally think a stereotype is positive). We also have Sephiroth's 100% delusional fantasy ideal of a "mother," which is all in his imagination constructed from a single photograph and his childlike desires.

The rest is baseless presumption.

HOWEVER. When i say she'd not be the idealized holy mother character that Vincent, Sephiroth, and fandom want her to be, it's not a criticism of her. It's a criticism of the role being projected onto her by Vincent, Sephiroth, and fandom.

Things that are canon facts:

Lucrecia was a scientist. Not just a scientist, a brilliant, dedicated, highly motivated scientist. She LOVED her work. She was competitive and passionate to the point of being obsessive. Anyone who has known any brilliant scientists can tell you, this is pretty much the standard personality type among those who succeed in any meaningful way.

She was never ever shown to be the happy hausfrau type. Lucrecia's character was marked by her determination and drive, not her motherliness. She was friendly with Vincent and she wasn't a total monster, that's all.

Assuming that a woman scientist would have the inclination to abandon her life's purpose and turn into a nuture-dispenser, just because she gave birth, is the kind of misogynist bullshit I thought we'd moved past back in the 1990s. The FF7 game devs are absolutely misogynists (love you devs but yes you are) but that's a whole separate dissertation. We in fandoms have no excuse for this type of 1950s gender-role presumption.

Lucrecia may very well have adored her child. That's certainly likely. Would that make her a good mother? Highly unlikely.

Before we go any further, there is one thing that i need to make sure we are abundantly clear on:

NOT BEING A WONDERFUL MOTHER IS NOT A CHARACTER FLAW, NOR IS IT A MORAL FAILING

Motherhood is not the end-all be-all of feminine existence, nor should it be. Some brains are not built for parenthood, and these brains often tend to be the ones built for science. No one faults brilliant male scientists for being distant and distracted, neglecting their family life in pursuit of their work, and not being good at affection/nurturing. No one should fault Lucrecia for it, either.

Lucrecia Cresent would not have been a good mother, and that is ok. She is allowed to be single-mindedly dedicated to science, at the cost of her relationship with her son—much like her mentor Grimoire Valentine—which she certainly would have been, based on every single thing we know about her.

Fact: Lucrecia made the choice to experiment on her own fetus, in vitro. That takes balls. Lady balls. It also takes a level of scientific detachment and objectivity that crosses over into callousness. Her pursuit of her work is the most important thing, to her. The risk to her unborn infant is a price she's willing to pay at first.

After Hojo kills Vincent and reveals his true colors as a monstrous bastard, she certainly questions her decisions. As the baby grows and her delivery date nears, she starts to feel more connected to it and starts to regret her choices. These are very normal reactions and do not change her character fundamentally. She's not a moustache twirling villain, she's just a human and a scientist.

Only when the baby is taken away, and she realizes she's basically being imprisoned by a madman, does she seriously begin to show concrete character growth.

She is racked by remorse and genuinely tries her best to unfuck the ratfuck she caused. She makes a MASSIVE scientific breakthrough, finally realizing the goal of Grimoire's research. Unfortunately, it's far too late, and only makes everything worse.

BUT what does she do then?

She does NOT stay and suffer with Vincent. She does NOT go in search of her SON. She gives up and tries to commit suicide (she can't kill herself because of Jenova for some reason, so she winds up running off to become a very lovely statue) because she can no longer face the overwhelming guilt of the suffering her choices caused.

That is an understandable and human and inherently selfish decision. One could say it was a fluke born of desperation at the end of her rope, but if we look at the whole situation objectively, she has made nothing but inherently selfish decisions, all the way down.

Does that make her a bad person? I don't think so. "Bad" in the moral sense is a subjective judgement, that is ultimately irrelevant in this particular case. Selfishness is human.

What is relevant is that it doesn't make her a bad character. In fact, it makes her a far better, more nuanced, real, three-dimensional, deeply compelling character, than she seems to be when she's being beatified in fandom or sexist-stereotyped by the game devs.

TLDR: Lucrecia does not get a free pass from me for participating in highly unethical and wildly inhumane genetic experimentation on human beings, including her own child, just because she regretted it later. But she doesn't get a villain stamp for being a person unsuited to the traditionally constructed role of "good mother" either.

And she CERTAINLY doesn't get stuffed into the holy refrigerator to be a serenely smiling icon of virtue and perfect love, just because she happens to have ovaries, but would also be far too old to be viable as a reproductive machine, and thus must elegantly and gracefully exit the stage, so that the involved male can move to greener pastures. Except oopsie-doopsie that's exactly what the game devs did.

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

WEISS/NERO MY BABIES

it's only unpopular because most people didn't play Dirge and don't know who Nero and Weiss are, and also there are a lot of cowards who don't like gay incest ships, even when they are 100% canonical, like this one.

square enix bestowed this brocon shipcest gift upon us, and it is our duty to appreciate it, by producing as much smut about it as we can

thank you for the ask!!! i'm coming over there to see if you answered mine BEWARE!!!

[renmackree]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

I'm answering the oldest in my inbox, but I was also sent this by @dear-massacre @seaweed-water, and @keldjinfae 💕 I just don't have enough I want to recommend from myself for all of you

A Book By Its Cover (Model) (wc: 62,311 || Rated : E || Sterek || No Archival Warnings)

Derek Hale has been a cover model for ten years exclusively for his favorite romance author, the mysterious M. S. Gajos. With the series about to end, Derek takes his last chance to meet them for the first time, only to find out that Gajos (AKA Stiles Stilinski) is a whisky-eyed cynic who doesn’t believe in the love he writes. Sparks fly, both bad and good, and it just so happens that Stiles is looking for a muse—but will Derek be able to keep from falling for him? Or will Stiles’ heart finally melt?

Small Town Logic (wc: 36,118 || Rated : E || Sterek || No Archival Warnings)

Derek Hale is the new Deputy of Beacon Hills, hoping to have a fresh start for himself and his son Eli. What he didn't expect was the owner of the coffee shop to turn his existence upside down. Or The one where Derek's new to town and thinks that Stiles is in a relationship with Jackson and pines for him.

My Mother Told Me (wc: 60,556 || Rated : E || Sterek || Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Stiles joined the Emissary program to help Alpha wolves settle into their new roles and to follow in his mother’s footsteps. She had always told him he was destined to run with the wolves, but he thought she meant Scott and his pack. Instead, Stiles finds himself sent to Thingvallavatn, Iceland, with Alpha Derek Hale. It's clear the Alpha is hiding a part of him that Stiles can’t reach, but when a monster comes to threaten the pack, it’s always great to have someone in your corner with a little mischief up their sleeve

Werewolves at Twilight (wc: 50,555 || Rated : E || Sterek || Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage)

About three things he was absolutely positive. First, Derek Hale was a werewolf. Second, there was a part of him – and Stiles didn’t know how potent that part might be – that desired Stiles as a mate. And third, he was unconditionally and irrevocably turned on by him. or Twilight Saga but Teen Wolf

part-time soulmate, full-time problem  (wc: 27,111 || Rated : E || Sterek || Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Stiles had seen it all in his five years of supernatural shenanigans, but never in his life would he have guessed returning to Derek's old stomping grounds in New York, especially under the guise of Derek's magical Mate. It was going to be an exciting summer.

[bassettmemes]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

meme created by @noshxme and reposted with permission.

[goremojiz]

Hey, btw im accepting any and all trick or treaters in my inbox this month, but ONLY if u give me a description of what imaginary costume you're wearing

It'll be a game. If you say trick or treat and describe your imaginary costume, I'll flip a coin for a trick or a treat, treat = drawing, trick = anything else i desire

Happy october

[groovitrons]

Tell me your opinion or hot take on something, and I will respond with whether or not I agree and why.

[alchemistc]

Oh, those prompts are so good! If you’re inspired, either 21. listening to someone’s heartbeat or 23. wearing someone’s clothes for Buck/Tommy? Thank you!

He's so fucking tired, is the thing. He's tired, and he's cranky, and this shift had taken ages to end, so when he sees the slash of bright bright blue bleeding out of his duffle and knows immediately what it is, something soft and achy blooms in his chest, and he ignores the subtle eyebrow from Lucy when he pulls it out.

The problem is she's seen Evan in this sweatshirt, less than a week ago when he'd dragged everyone out to trivia, when they'd all been well rested and happy to pepper Evan with stories about Tommy and the more sedate hijinks that Harbor station gets up to. Tommy ignores her look and shrugs it over his shoulders, dragging his head through the neck hole and not minding too much when the hood goes crooked, half stuck in his hair as he gets a wash of pleasant smells - Evan's aftershave, the detergent he uses, a hint of musk, Christ, he'd tucked it in to Tommy's bag unwashed like he knew exactly how much Tommy would want that.

Tommy does his level best not to look like he's huffing glue as he adjusts the hood around the back of his neck.

Donato bites her lip. Sighs, heavily. "Did you steal that, or are you guys in the part of the courting ritual where you do this exhausting shit on purpose just to point out how single the rest of us are?"

Tommy sends a half-hearted glare her way, gets another whiff of aftershave and tries his absolute hardest not to sigh like a lovelorn idiot. He's maybe half successful.

"You are choosing to be single. You have a great guy who'd absolutely love to lock you down, Donato." Tommy stuffs his hands into the front pocket and cocks a hip, and Donato frowns.

"He likes me too much. Don't trust it."

His huff of laughter cuts through the quiet of the locker room. "Hate to break it to you, Luce, but you kinda gotta open yourself up to the possibility of someone enjoying your company, if you want a glimpse at annoying, exhausting, stupid relationship shit."

"I'm trying to mock you, not get relationship advice from your domestically blissed ass."

It's not the first time someone has pointed out Tommy's supposed blissful status, but his body and his mind are so fucking tired and there are apparently, if Evan's last text is to be believed, a couple good cuts of steak seasoned and waiting for Tommy to fire up the grill at home. Which means there is also a man waiting for him there, too, a man with seemingly limitless energy and pockets of technically useless information, a man with silver-cast blue eyes and a birthmark over his brow that Tommy wants to bite every time he catches a glimpse of it out of the corner or his eye, a man he'd given his spare key months too soon just because he liked the idea of coming home to him, liked the idea of him creeping in while Tommy was passed out across his bed or shifting tools around in his garage or -

"Ugh. Gross. I'm leaving, now, tell Buck I said hi."

Tommy isn't actually sure he's going to do that, because he's just realized something that takes precedent, and no offense to Lucy, but she's already wormed her way into one of Evan's defining relationship moments and he's not giving her this one.

He waves her off and shoots Evan a text to let him know he's on his way.

Going home right away doesn't feel right, actually, now that he's thinking about it. He should get flowers, or - maybe learn a foreign language. How much Spanish have Christopher and Eddie taught Evan? Does Jee have some event he could crash?

(Tommy would like to point out that while he hasn't quite said it in words, he's not exactly upset about the way he and Evan are maybe a little batshit insane about each other. If Evan doesn't have any complaints, he's not going to put a damper on it, either.)

The drive home gives him enough time to talk himself down from hiring a skywriter, his cab awash in the scent of the armor-all Evan had spilled in it last week when he got distracted from 'helping' Tommy clean, the hints of scent from the hoodie that's maybe a little tight around the shoulders but still a perfect fit. For him. For Tommy.

Fuck. He should at least get the flowers.

Tommy makes himself keep driving. He's delirious with exhaustion, actually, that's why he keeps overthinking this, there's a steak dinner and a beautiful man waiting for him at home and Evan had probably gotten flowers at the market anyway. Because he does that, constantly, to the point that Tommy had run out of vases to keep them all in.

Tommy sits in the cab once he pulls in and tries hard not to romanticize the idea of Evan's Jeep looking right at home in the spot next to his.

Evan greets him at the door with a wide grin, a spoon in one hand, the other held under it to keep from spilling. "Taste," he says as a greeting, and Tommy opens his mouth more for the pleasure of seeing Evan's eyes light than any expectation for what's being put there.

Cucumber, vinegar, dill - he moans around the mouthful and barely chews before he swallows, suddenly intent to get his mouth on Evan's mouth. His duffle lands in the entryway with a thunk and he gets two hands into the hem of Evan's shirt, intent on tugging him in. "Hi," he says, and swallows whatever greeting Evan tries to return.

When they come up for air Tommy's pulse is racing, Evan is breathing heavily, and he's pretty sure there is a spoon tucked into his back pocket, left there when Evan slung his arm back to get a handful of Tommy's ass.

"Hi," he says, finally, eyes lingering on the neckline of the jacket he'd snuck into Tommy's bag.

The significance of the moment finally catches up to Tommy - the memory something Tommy sometimes falls back on when he gets too in his head about where this is going - stumbling through the emergency room doors with the leers of exhausted firefighters echoing in his ears, Evan a vision in blue (this blue) barely letting him get an apology out before trying to eat his face off in front of three amused nurses.

"Hey," Tommy says, feeling the day just slough off of him. His left hand has tucked itself neatly between Evan's impressive pectorals, and he contemplates, for a moment, just saying fuck it to the steaks and shoving him back until he can press Evan to his sheets, blanket himself atop him, press his cheek there instead of his hand and listen to the steady beat.

Evan blinks back at him, his eyes doing something unbearably sweet, and Tommy has to tell him, he really, absolutely does, only -

"I'm in love with you," Evan says, laughing a little breathlessly once the words are out, hands pressing in at Tommy's waist, a sort of wondrous expression leaking in around his smile lines.

Tommy should maybe feel like the wind has been ripped from his sails, but the fever-pitch beat of his heart won't let him.

"Y-you don't have to, like, say it back. I just. God I like you so much but I'm also - I love you," he repeats, or amends, or - there's something settled, in his expression, like just saying it was enough, like he doesn't expect Tommy to feel the same.

Tommy waits a beat. Slides the hand on his chest up over the rasp of his end-of-day stubble, thumbing the crook of his chin, fingers dancing over his cheekbone. "Evan," he says, sounding a little breathless, which should be embarrassing but Tommy doesn't care, and Evan's gaze catches and holds as he waits for whatever Tommy has to say next

[gayhoediaz]

bucktommy + “you wanna come over later?”

“You wanna come over later?”

With a hand on his waist, Evan says the words with a smile and eyes so bright that Tommy thinks his mouth goes dry - only emphasized by the fact that they’re… standing in the middle of his station, the one-eighteen gathered all around, clearly trying not to pay attention - but they’re not fooling anyone.

Tommy had only come by to return a jacket Eddie left in his helicopter during their Vegas trip, he really hadn’t meant to do… this at all. They haven’t been seeing each other that long, and it’s the first time Evan is with a man - the last thing Tommy would ever want to do is push.

“I mean…” Evan starts to go sheepish when Tommy apparently takes too long to answer, his hand disappearing from his waist. “…unless you have other plans, I-“ Tommy cuts him off by catching his hand in his own before he’s able to rip it too far out of his reach.

“Yes,” he says, chest blooming with warmth when Evan ducks his head, grinning, returning the squeeze Tommy gives his hand. “But you, uh…” he says, then, not taking his eyes off of Evan’s. “…know everyone’s watching, right?”

“I don’t care,” Evan says. “I haven’t seen you in almost a week. Kiss me.”

And of course - Tommy does.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Heya Guys, I got a pretty fun idea for an inbox game/prompt for you guys to send over to me:

How would I and the 9 Mercs from TF2 get along? How would our dynamics be? Are some of us friends, acquaintances, crush, Hell, Maybe even see me as family? (I esp wanna learn this with how me and Spy would get along specifically)

Please please PLEASE send these in I'm BEGGING to know, I NEED to know!

Hope to see what y'all can come up with!!

[greensaplinggrace]

send me a ship and I’ll tell you three things I like about it, no matter my opinion on the ship overall

[sephirthoughts]

💜 for the ask game– I want your FF7 hear me out

ooooh hoo hoo spicy (from this ask game)

i mean everyone knows my top hear me out is Reeve, who is the sexiest executive daddy/adorable disaster of a human being ever, but i would also like to submit for review: the haunted hotel bellhop

HEAR ME OUT

yes he's upside-down and might be clinically insane, but he's also smoking hot, not even a little bit scared of barrett's stupid arm gun, and having fun with his job. those are all criteria that work very much in his favor.

also he's clearly quite experienced with ropes so… 👀💦

LOOK HOW PRETTY HE IS

[soundshypnotic]

Assumption! You enjoy parallel play and low energy hangouts that do not require extroversion

True. But not just? Honestly, what I enjoy is hanging out with people who stop counting as people so it doesn't take any extroversion. And I know you're going to hear that like objectification/depersonalization play, but I'm not actually talking about that.

I'm talking about people who become a part of you. I'm talking about those that don't take effort and let you turn off the side of your brain that's constantly scanning how you look, sound, if you fit in, is the other person good, should you be checking in more/less, etc.

Some people want a relationship that's like a fancy night out or getting all dressed up for the club. I want relationships that are coming home, sweatpants and tea listening to the rain and enjoying silence together--in tone.

But talk to me. Share your world with me. If the majority of our time is parallel I will miss you. That silence starts to feel like distance or discomfort. I want people who feel comfy because I want to crawl inside them and know them from the inside out. That isn't low energy on my part. But I wouldn't call it extroversion, no.