#SERIOUSLY GO READ THIS !!!!!!

[wwasted]

fin's fic recs: meet me at the chapel & jump the gun by @swifty-fox

(part of the eudaimonia series)

“My name’s Gale,” He says, right before the door shuts on their encounter. And his outlaw laughs, wild and delighted, and not for a second does Gale think he’s being laughed at. “Your name,” His outlaw says warmly, “is Buck.” -- Modern day Outlaw John Egan just won't stop robbing Gale's convenience store.

[iffondrels-library]

Absolutely loved reading "Whistling on Deaf Ears" by CrimsonRavioli, where a prank gets taken too far and Twilight loses his hearing. So I drew a few sketches for it!

Chapter 2: Fun

Wild breaks out in a short laugh, just like he did when it was the captain being pranked.

He expects the others to join in. But a couple of seconds pass, and nobody's laughing with him.

Chapter 8: Talk

"You want to talk, vet? Let’s talk. About how maybe, instead of barging into conversations that have nothing to do with you and demanding answers, you could try and not be useless when I ask you to help."

Chapter 11: Damage (Pt. 2)

A short, fluttering burst of magic lights up around her finger. It disappears as quickly as it appeared, and the Great Fairy just smiles once it has dissipated.

"There," she says, withdrawing and resting her head on both hands once more. "Now we may speak with less trouble. Hello, Hero. I am the Great Fairy of Magic."

That's all I have! But please check out this wonderful fic if you're like me and enjoy some wonderful Wild and Twilight angst! Thank you again to @a-little-bit-of-ravioli for writing such a compelling work!

[lovesmeanyway]

heya gang, I have a HUUUUUGE underrated fic rec for you all.

it's called i'll find you every time in another life, and it's written by my good friend @girlkisser-wieners!! genuinely such a good read. it's a short fic but it feels SO much longer than it is. it's beautiful. you guys really should go read it.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

miraculous fic rec!

i know i've rec'd this here before but guys PLEASE go read "all that's left" by sammyjames on ao3. this is LITERALLY the fic that got me sucked into mlb all the way and the one that inspired me to write all my stuff (especially odnlb).

synopsis: after defeating hawkmoth together as teens, ladybug and chat noir have a falling out. seven years later, marinette is sent back to paris by the order of the guardians to hunt down the new, more dangerous butterfly holder, and must do so with a partner who seemingly hates her.

seriously this fic makes me feel feelings and squirm and cry and voraciously read and re-read. this author is SO talented and i've learned SO much from them and i just want everyone to read this fic and freak out with me. also it's complete! so if you liked odnlb then consider giving this one a shot ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

[itsbasicallycanon]

was reading little kid with a big death wish (@remedyturtles) and wanted to play around with visualizing leo and sensei's headspace and putting it alongside the outside world and i'm mostly happy with it so i'm posting it

[socvincjpeg]

No bc if i fumbled ford as badly as bill did i'd be on the news

Edit for clarity: The text says ‘I Grow Maddened’!!

(No bg+ close-up— click for better quality)

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[bunnyboy-juice]

you guys know butch =/= taking T right? you guys know dyke masculinity is not correlated to being transmasc right? you guys know that even your silly jokes where you flatten butchness to taking T/being transmasc is extremely transmisogynistic right?

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[erebus0dora]

this might get an accidental double publication bc the web connection fails me, but still-

-this belongs to @nile-the-empathy-cleric, the author of the gorgeous Ego Death. this might also be the first commission of mine in three years that's not a slow thing brewing for a long-term friend.

anyway. them touches and tenderness. we all need this 💜

[musings-of-a-rose]

Time for a re-read!

Chapter 1: Pre-Session

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: M, Sex Worker!Frankie, implied other Triple Frontier Boys!Sex Workers, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of male and female bodies. While this chapter is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Cross-posted on AO3

Something New Masterlist || Sex Worker!Frankie AU Series Masterlist

You didn’t normally do things like this.

You used to look at yourself as confident, intelligent, a good partner, capable, engaging, fun…you had lots of adjectives to describe yourself that made you feel complete and happy.

After the divorce, those adjectives got replaced by cutting words and painful remarks that tattooed themselves inside your mouth. You desperately wanted to rid yourself of the taste of them but were too raw to cleanse it with someone new who could hurt you much the same.

Which is what led you to sitting on a bed in a hotel room, phone to your ear as you listen to sultry hold music. You’re wearing something that makes you feel good but not overtly sexy, comfortable but attractive. Pants and a top, and not your best lingerie. It lets you lower the stakes, allows you to be disappointed if this doesn’t go the way you imagine.

A click, and a male voice answers. You weren’t expecting a male receptionist when you dialed the number on a glossy flyer from a strip club bathroom. A tone-deaf decision from a well-meaning friend, but that disaster did lead you here.

“Pope’s.” he says simply, a pleasant voice in your ear.

“Hi!” you answer, your voice too loud and high-pitched. Clearing your throat, you force yourself to breathe. “Um, hello, hi, I was calling for…” Your voice catches on the words, tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth. A quiet “uhhhh” is all you can manage, but the voice on the other end chuckles knowingly.

“Don’t worry about it, happens all the time. Are you somewhere private?”

You look around the hotel room. Nothing skeezy, no Motel 6, but not the Ritz.

“Yes,” you manage this time, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Okay, let’s walk you through this nice and easy. I’m guessing this is your first time?”

You twist the fabric of the comforter in your hands, your palms sticky with sweat. “Yeah, can you tell?”

The voice on the other end laughs.

“It’s always strange the first time. Or the only time, no judgment here.” The voice is putting you more at ease as he speaks, your muscles starting to unclench.

“I’m Pope, and I’m here to help you through what you want and what we can offer. Are you ordering for today?”

“Yeah, if that’s…okay…do people normally make…reservations?” Pope laughs again on the other end.

“You’re a fun one. Sometimes, but let’s not get into that right now. I’ve got a checklist to go through then we can get into the details.”

Pope is efficient and makes no comments as he runs you through his questionnaire. Your current sexual history, preferences, payment information. It feels more like you’re scheduling a repair appointment than an escort, which you mention as you try to ease some tension.

“Well sweetheart, sometimes you just need to be taken care of and have him leave after the service window.” You get a case of the giggles and cover the phone’s receiver, Pope’s own chuckles warming your ear. The nerves are still there but Pope is a reassuring guide.

“So that’s the boring stuff done. Now to the fun part. What are you looking for?”

You had been dreading this moment. It seemed silly to be shy at this point in time (he’d asked if you had a yeast infection within 6 months, you were past personal), but you knew voicing this desire was going to be the hardest part.

“Um, so, tell me if this is silly…or impossible, but…” You take a big breath and try to coach your thoughts into a cohesive stream. “I’m looking for someone…gentle. Someone who can take care of me for the hour. It doesn’t…I don’t need it to be sex, I just want some…” Your throat closes up and you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. Just asking for this is making you feel pitiful and stupid. What the hell are you even doing?

“Okay, let’s take a breath here honey,” Pope says, and you realize you’ve made at least one small sad noise into the phone. “Everyone needs something different from this, and it’s my job to help you figure it out.” You hear some keys being clicked on the other end, a pause and a thoughtful “hmm,” then Pope’s soothing voice returns.

“I’ve got a guy who I think will be a good fit for you. He’s a big boy, is that okay?” Your pause makes Pope clarify. “I mean, he’s a big guy but also big below the belt. He’s a gentle giant though, very sweet, and if you don’t want it to be about sex he’s the perfect fit. Would you like to try him out?”

You weren’t sure you would get this far when you booked a room for the night. You had a plan, but you were okay with abandoning it to watch hotel TV and eat snacks in bed. But the more you considered it, the more you wanted to try and break the cycle you were in.

“Yeah, I think I would.”

“Perfect, I’ll give you his info.”

A few hours later, there’s a quiet knock at your hotel door. You shoot up from where you were sitting on the small settee, too nervous to lounge on the bed even though you kept telling yourself you weren’t going to be fucking on it. Just some mutual comfort with a man you’d never set eyes on.

Speaking of, you go to the door and open it to find him filling the doorway. He gives you a lopsided smile with a nod and a “Hello,” his voice low and soothing.

Pope was right; this was indeed a big boy. His shoulders are broad beneath a soft-looking red flannel, a white shirt underneath that stretches across his chest. One hand is in his jeans pocket, the other hooked into his belt loop. A waterfall of brown curls spill out from under a beat-up baseball cap, some hanging in his warm coffee eyes. He looks to be in his late thirties, some crows feet and fine wrinkles tracing the curves of his cheeks.

Your heart leaps, and you’re not sure if it’s because this moment is finally happening or that he’s the perfect kind of soft handsome man you’ve swooned for in TV shows and movies. You were nervous he would be a beefcake, all polish and bravado, but he’s calm and self-assured instead.

“Can I come in? Or is this a little too much? I can take a lap if you want.” He points over his shoulder and his smile becomes a tease. Oh no, he’s playful too. If you could tip Pope you would, he pinned you down perfectly.

“No, yeah, come in,” you stutter and move out of the doorway. He steps in and brushes past you, one large warm hand squeezing your shoulder. You close the door and take a steadying breath before following him.

He takes up space in the way that a mountain range takes up a landscape, and he’s no less breathtaking. Standing in the narrow entryway, he watches you walk towards him without an ounce of tension. He has some scruff on his chin and a well-trimmed mustache that quirks when he smiles. You normally don’t like men with facial hair, but he wears it well, albeit a little patchy. His aquiline nose curves over his lip and draws your eyes to his plush, pouty mouth over and over. He’s beautiful in a real way that’s so different from models and movie stars, genuine and right here in front of you.

“Can I get you anything…” you pause, realizing Pope gave you a name but suddenly feeling weird saying it out loud, “Catfish?”

The man laughs and lifts his cap to comb his hair back from his face. He sets it back on his head with a smirk.

“Pope tell you that? God, you must have imagined someone very different.” His smile is warm, and his teeth peek out with little flashes of white. “Frankie, that’s what you can call me.”

“Thank goodness, I could barely keep a straight face,” you say, standing in front of him and letting out a nervous laugh. You have to look up to catch his eyes, his shoulders easily spanning your own and then some. His waist is narrow but soft in the middle, which puts you at ease. It made your own shape feel acceptable, even desirable.

“Pope told me about what you were looking for, but he didn’t give me specific details. Told me we could discuss when I got here in case that made you more comfortable.” He backs up and sits on the edge of the bed, looking at you with lifted brows. It’s an endearing look, and melts away some more of your nervousness. You follow and sit, giving Frankie some space while you look at your hands in your lap.

“Yeah, it must be a weird request. Being a girl asking for a…well, you,” you swallow, feeling supremely out of your element, “and then not needing it to be…you know…” you fumble over the words. Frankie watches you, his thumb rubbing against the denim of his jeans.

“Not weird,” he says, and the warmth in his voice warms the back of your neck. “He mentioned that you didn’t want sex. So let’s get it out in the open now: unless you change your mind and ask for it, I won’t do anything. This is your time, and we’ll spend it however you want.” The sincerity in his face makes you want to throw yourself in his arms. Maybe this was a good idea after all.

“Now, I have a plan but we can change it at any time. If you’re not liking what’s happening you can say the stupid nickname and I’ll check in. Or I can give you the run-down now so you know exactly what to expect.” He looks at you for direction and it takes you a second to realize you need to answer him.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I…I think I want to be surprised. You seem like you know what you’re doing.” Frankie graces you with another dazzling smile and you feel your heart stutter.

“Okay, then I will need you to do one thing.” He gets up and heads for the door, pausing long enough to grab one of the room keys lying on a table. “I need you to give me ten minutes alone in your room. Just to get everything ready.” He looks at you with the silent question of ‘is that okay?’ and you nod. Picking up your phone, Frankie holds out your coat and purse. When you furrow your brow at this - you weren’t planning on leaving the hotel - he says, “Pretend you’re coming here after a long day at work. It’ll get you in the right headspace.”

You flash him a nervous smile and step into the hallway. He leans on the door frame, tall and solid and sexy. You’re turned on and you didn’t expect to be, a nice thrum in your core. It’s welcome, exciting.

“Ten minutes, then feel free to come whenever you want.” Frankie’s smile is a little cheeky as your face burns at his innuendo. You start down the hallway and hear the door shut softly behind you.

Back in silence, you put your hands to your mouth and a giggle spills out. Giddy with anticipation, you smile to yourself as you count down the minutes until your session really starts.

NEXT

[dirtgrubber]

stop flirting while you’re On Air you dweebs

inspired by the amazing fic by @morningstarwrites

[ky-landfill]

Jason knelt in the cold grass, running his fingers lightly through the hard-packed Earth. “It’s not too late to plant bulbs,” he said after a moment. “Do you think daffodils would grow here?”

[superkitten-poison]

she's a fallen angel, she's dating the princess of hell, she's got the biggest kill count of the main cast. she's judgmental, she's guilt ridden, she'll spend the rest of her days repenting but doesnt think it'll ever be enough. she believes that without a purpose she's worthless and she doesn't know love that isn't total devotion. she's a fighter, she's a femme, she's protective, she's easily angered, she's one of the most levelheaded of the hotel. she would die for the woman she loves but she fell for the one person in hell who would never ask that of someone. she's socially awkward. she was named vagina and by god she will not change it.

[oh-no-its-bird]

I feel like @sloaners fic, Akatsuki Babysitter's Club is such a classic naruto fic, definitely up there in "the fics most ever" but I can recognize Im possibly biased and projecting my own experience w the fic onto the fandom

Either way, it's a classic in my heart <3

Anyways I re-read it yesterday, and it was just as much of a riot as the first time I read it. Then I laid down to sleep and stared at the ceiling then shot up and immediatley went to my tablet and the next thing I knew it was 8 am and I hadn't slept at all, but I did make this cute comic for the fic, so !!!