#Oh heck yeah

[dotty-literati]

@nintendo Could y'all reblog this please? It would mean a lot. Thanks

[wall-eye]

Icebreaker! Hi I'm Vic, I use they/them, and if I had any animal traits added to my real current human body I want a TAIL. Wagging my tail would fix me I think

[journeytodrawiii]

Day one of @kay-m-sinc 's writing challenge: Two for One

CW (?): Swearing

I sat sniffling over my sandwich. Tacky, dry bread tumbled around my mouth as I choked back my tears. My throat felt small, my food like cotton. My backpack slouched on the chair next to me, almost buzzing. The crumpled up paper I'd shoved under all my books mocked me, taunted me, it jeered. An F, a-fucking-gain. I hunched over my lunch. My nose stung. I felt the cool gaze of my father, pressing down on me as I scribbled sums on my papers. He and I worked on it. I was getting it. I swear. I was getting it.

"You alright?" She rustled down next to me. Lana. I took a deep breath in and sighed.

"No." My voice faltered as I caught my head in my hands. She wrapped her arms around me. I quivered. I let go. Sobbing into her shoulder. I felt her fingernails grace the back of my head as she traced her hands through my hair. Gentle.

"It's okay." She whispered, "You're good enough." I clutched Lana with white knuckles and melted into her. I knew that people were staring; I could hear the murmurs, the whispers, I could feel the pity deep in my stomach. But I let go, and Lana caught me. She always did.

"This isn't the end." The lull in her soft voice brushed up against my ear. My face was hot and my neck sore. I felt the drone of my heartbeat pulsating in my palms. "Breathe in, and out." I followed her guidance. Breathing in, and out. Soft vanilla and sharp, green apples. Her hair always smelled nice, soft against my cheek. I drew away from her shoulder and wiped the wet spot off. She chuckled, tucking my hand away.

"I really thought I had this one." I croaked, my voice still wobbly.

"I know." Lana said, taking my hand in hers and rubbing her thumb over my dry knuckles. She never cared about my cracked hands, unless it came letting me use her favourite shea-butter lotion.

"God, I can't believe I just freaking cried on your shoulder. Like a toddler." I rolled my eyes and whispered, "In front of everyone."

"So what?" She chuckled. "Better to let it out than to end up like Matt. I mean look at him," She gestured loosely at our gangly, strung-out class mate who showed up once every two weeks. He shoved one of his buddies and sneered. "He doesn't know how to express any emotion."

"Well yeah, but-"

"No. Jean. You're fine." Lana patted my cheek.

"I'm going to be here, for you to cry on, until I die. Always have, always will" She drew back, pulling her pink lunchbox out of her backpack, "And you'll have to wipe my snot of your shoulder sometimes too. That's the way it goes." "Get a little, give a little."

"Exactly; a package deal." She giggled. The twinkle in her eye made me forget about the halls that smelled of old gym shoes and teenage stress sweat; sour.

"Wherever you are, I'll be and visa versa. Two for one, you and I." She clicked the glittery box open and pulled out a jelly sandwich. Holding out a chunk, she offered me half.

[antvnger]

@snipps-and-skyguy

Ahsoka does her best to land her ship without completely destroying the surrounding buildings, confused as to why there's no landing docks or anything else for a ship, even the small one she's piloting, as she halts rush hour traffic at a busy intersection. "Oh, Skyguy's not gonna be happy about this one..." She mutters to herself as she checks the fuel gauge and finds she's on fumes, not able to go anywhere. "No coms, no fuel, and no clue where I am, all when I wasn't even supposed to be piloting... Kriff"

To anybody else, the sounds roaring over the city would have been confusing and alarming. But to Scott, the sounds were exciting. Any Star Wars nerd could recognize those sounds, and he activated his suit, hopped on an ant, and flew towards the sounds of what he also recognized were crash sounds. Hopefully whoever just crashed was okay. And someone he recognized. And hopefully not like a Sith or anything.

[everypigeondeserveslove]

LFG!!!!!!!!! 🇧🇷!!!!!!!!!

[jumpybox]

Are there any writers and/of stories that you consider an influence?

For my writing? Heck yeah! I mean I have lots of amazing peeps but this are the ones that i admire their writing the most! Man I wish I could steal you guys hands, for me you are my inspiration and motivation and for that I thank you so much for making this amazing fics

Full Lair (It Takes Five) by @shittygaypornmagazine

Fracturing Time by @ofdogsandwriting

Mystic Hands by @characcoon

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 by @bluepeachstudios

Not quite Kintsugi, but close by @tervaneula

[silverdragonreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies), James Bond (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond)

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Cherrystar!

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OH THIS SLAPS

[aamaranthiine]

(draconxs) ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ( yoink (: )

( from manhandling starters. - accepting - for @draconxs )

A dizzying somersault of her stomach, the heat and pressure of being grasped around her midsection bring with it a flurry of panicked fury. The audacity to be manhandled so, the utter callous disregard for her autonomy is not entirely unexpected but that didnt dampen her ire whatsoever. "Put me down! Knave! Fiend!" The demand is sharp and the insults dripping with scorn that hardens her otherwise dulcet voice.

Hands free at least, she digs her fingers into Kaido's thicker digits and squeezes as hard as she can. Expending as much of her otherworldly strength to grind flesh down to bone if she must, wanting to cause him discomfort, even pain, were it possible. Anything to force the brutish Emperor to release her from his grasp.

[pterawaters]

🐻‍❄️ Animal #247 🐯 I figured it out in 5 guesses! 🟨🟨🟨🟨🟩 🔥 1 | Avg. Guesses: 5

metazooa

[alecksreads]

[angrylittlesliceofpizza]

also big "it's easier to care for someone else than to care for yourself" vibes here!

i think 'I trust you with my life but not your own' as a trope is one of the ones that can always fuck me up no matter what

[egophiliac]

OMG EGO HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOOK 7 CATER CARD YET

80s britpunk Cater is such an incredible direction to take. his Sid Vicious jacket! his little british police cap! I wouldn't have anticipated that going full-on Sex Pistols would be his alternate self but it is SO fitting actually. 😭

(also th-the crown symbol?! the gavel?! is housewarden Cater real because I will TRANSCEND --)

[yutaan]

Papercraft Tohru - and Yuki, and Kyo! And some little fruit details, because, after all... Fruits Basket! 🍎

I got pretty emotional making this one! Fruits Basket had a huge, profound effect on me in my teens, and I often curled up with it for comfort and a sense of companionship during hard times. Now as an adult, it's been a while since I've read the whole series through, but I pick up random volumes fairly often and skim through them to get that familiar rush of warmth. It's still such a lovely series!

[intotheelliwoods]

Back on my huggy leo nonsense :)

Similar to one of those reptile heat rocks, id imagine a nicely heated metal arm also feels very nice! Turtles and all

[bitletsanddrabbles]

YEAH! I got this! I so got this!