#Saturday Blog

[gretavdr]

A macabre relief

The news that the submersible Titan imploded as it descended towards the remains of the Titanic came as a macabre relief. Instant death as opposed to ninety-six hours of sitting in a cramped can waiting to die. While the search was on, my writer’s brain was already edging toward a story – the curse of the Titanic, drawing yet more bodies to the abyss. Only the story would have had the vessel…

[bornangelauthor]

Weekly Writing Update/Newsletter 64:

The Newsletter Blog is up! This week is short and not much happened, but there's a couple announcements and a sneak peak at the cover of the Christmas book and some news about April's book too!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

���🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

[novy2sirius]

did u know monday is actually a better “resting day” than sunday?

☽ monday -> a moon day astrologically

the moon is associated with comfortability, relaxation, and some astrologer say it’s associated with sleep. these days are better to relax on

⨀ sunday -> a sun day astrologically

the sun is associated with being active, partying, and being sociable in general. these days are good days to have fun

♄ saturday -> a saturn day astrologically

saturn is associated with working. you will accomplish more when working on these days

[kotaki]

"A World Connected by Tying and Weaving! Cure Lillian! Don't Be Scared, Don't Be Scared."

[uc1wa]

making out with jason in the backseat of his car mhmmmmmm

tags: fem reader, slight dumbification

it was exhausting, the bickering that hadn’t seemed to stop after leaving the gala you and jason had attended. you weren’t sure where it started, but it was painfully obvious that jason’s vigilante work was stressing him out, on top of bruce forcing him to go to gala’s every weekend.

gala season was exhausting in itself, but when working a job during the day, attending galas every weekend, and being a vigilante at night, jason was frustrated.

fifteen minutes from the gala and twenty minutes from yours and jason’s home, he had pulled his car into a commuter parking lot that was empty. flickering yellow lights partially illuminating the space, but the dark tinted windows didn’t allow much of it to make its way inside of the vehicle.

you’re turned in your seat, arched eyebrow while jason’s hands are holding the steering wheel with a grip that had the potential to snap it in half.

jason wasn’t saying anything as he took his hands off the steer, opening his car door and closing it with a harsh sound, making his way to the back end doors and taking a seat in his backseat, eyes looking at you knowingly.

"please don’t make me wait," his words come out like a warning, like if he has to ask again, he’s not going to touch your body for the next week.

your eyes watch his figure, the way he’s sat in the middle of the three seats that line the section of the car. his legs that are spread in a way that’s inviting you to take your seat where you belong. one arm is crossed over his chest while the other is resting on it, hand holding up his tilted head that has a bored expression on it, lips in a straight line and eyebrows holding no emotion.

you know better, so you do as he says, slipping into the back seat and sitting on his lap comfortably, the top of your head touching the car roof, but the slight discomfort is wavering as you're stared at with dark eyes.

"you know i’m tired baby. don’t you?" he asks, crossing his hands over his chest, careful to not touch the hips that he would usually claim as his. your head nods, eyes widened at the fact that your boyfriend isn’t all over you yet.

his eyebrow arches half a centimeter, moving back down to where it was not a second later. "then why do you keep testing me? can’t ever listen to me when i say be quiet, can you? just wanna keep running your mouth, and at a gala too? no fucking manners."

he's right, you know you need to stop blabbering on when jason tells you to be quiet. you know how to act at galas. hell, you've been to hundreds, it felt like. but... can you blame yourself for wanting attention? after all, you're getting it just like you'd planned.

you're quiet, looking at every line on your boyfriend's face, like studying the face you've grown to love will give you an answer on what to say next. but, jason knows what you're about to say; he knows the way you're about to apologize one-too-many times, all pathetic.

so, uncrossing his arms from his chest, a hand grabs your chin and pulls you forward, smooshing your lips together with his in nothing but harsh intent. a kiss that's short of sensual and filled with teeth and uncomfort—until it isn't. until jason's tongue is licking the inner of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth. until your lipgloss is smeared over his lips and it's hard to catch your breath and you can't help but to grind yourself down on his growing erection. as always, you'll get the attention you deserve, that jason swears he'll never give you, 'till he does.

note: am wishing everyone a good and great finals season. scheduling this 4 saturday so my blog isn’t dry asf hahaha. wooohoooo two more weeks!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Omg your little doodles for your asks are so sweet 🥺 do you take requests?

Well, you heard him!

[umgeorge]

"and penalty for mr. russell. thank you."

[gretavdr]

White Bread, Lemon Jelly, and a Dash of Murder Mysteries

Hospital chic This time last weekend I was starting my low fibre diet in preparation for a colonoscopy the following Tuesday. The very worst part of having a colonoscopy is the preparation, cleaning out your intestines so the doctor can see what’s happening up there. Steamed white fish, steamed chicken breast, peeled white potatoes, white bread… at least I could have eggs. No cups of tea,…

[imogen-fae]

Saturday Sun

@withnailrules ty for an amazing song

"So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun & wept for a day gone by."

[callhertwice]

“Only a woman knows how to treat a woman right”

-Chappell Roan 💋

[wonderholegifs]

Rhett & Link's Wonderhole

[blacksatindahlia]

ok guys so who’s gonna be the princess to my basket case

[meandtheveggies]

Saturday 🐻🧡

[berrypinkblog]

Hey💋