#Ugh them

[ky-landfill]

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo congratulating Max Verstappen on video 2015 -> 2024 | via

[spirk-trek]

First Time Fanzine | Shelley Butler, I.M. Mueller (1995-99)

[lesbicosmos]

something about charles's flirting with crystal compared to the 'platonic best mate' things he says to edwin

"we've met psychics before, but none as fit as you"

"it would be a shame if dandelions exploded out of your face. 'cause you know what? i think your face is pretty mint"

vs

"sorry, no version of this where i didn't come get you"

"you are the most important person in the world to me"

"there's no one else, no one else, that i would go to hell for"

[freshvanillapng]

my entry for @lorbalith dtiys challenge over on instagram!!

thank u for bring my art back to the hobbit, i have missed it here 🙏🙏🙏

[heliumcake]

i will wait for the extra chapter to release officially so we also get an official translation and i don’t make any wrong assumptions but just know i have an entire bkdk analysis on the back of my head begging to be written about all this

[hunter-burton]

YES SIR YES SIR 🫡🫡🫡🫡

@cob-alt-blue

[volleyboyfriends]

kageyama is definitely the type of boyfriend that is totally confused on how he is in a romantic relationship in the first place and doesn't know how to behave and just copies exactly what he saw on his sisters tv dramas when he was little.

(he doesnt remember them too well so you know his google search history is absolutely atrocious)

[generalsdiary]

Moze x Jiaoqiu

warnings: none

word count: 900~

description: just them being domestic (pre-2.5 events)

moze is the type of husband who always cleans, keeps everything neat, he will run (quite literally) anywhere and do any errand without complaint, nothing is too hard or difficult for him. he is v protective, „I promise I will bring him back“, nothing is stopping him from getting his husband back, he is confident in his abilities, to the point he isn't even worrying. he always attentively listens to jiaoqiu’s ramblings, his full attention on the foxian. he will eat anything jiaoqiu puts before him, no matter his preferences. uttering simple praises after the meal and never letting his husband clean up.

at night he cuddles with him, being the big spoon, holding his husband close, face buried in the orangey pink hair. like a touch starved kitten, he gravitates to him during the day, always hugging him- backhugs are his favorite. jiaoqiu always smiles, a sparkle in his eyes with each embrace. moze is often quiet, very thoughtful- usually ending up blunt in his words but not cold, never cold. the care and love for each other shown in the soft words, gentle embraces and lingering gazes. moze doesn’t do causal touches, his hands don’t wander to jiaoqiu’s soft tail, or even softer ears, or to caress him. he doesn’t want to overwhelm his husband or make him uncomfortable. yet when they stand close he bumps his nose against his. and when he is so so tired he rests his forehead on the shorter man’s. recharging, seeking comfort, love. luckily for him, his husband knows his main love language is physical touch. jiaoqiu bringing his hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the rough skin. he misses the smile that brightens the foxian’s face, his eyes shut relishing in the sensations. such a sensitive and responsive man. jiaoqiu is the only person moze allows to touch him, to drag those soft fingers across his scars, through the silver hair, to see him shirtless. he is the only one with whom he makes and keeps eye contact. moze is the type of husband that even without being close jiaoqiu can feel his touch on him. sitting across him, over a hotpot. lilac eyes on him. full of love. as if he is caressing his husband’s cheek at that moment. making jiaoqiu’s chest feel warm from the feeling of such a silent expression of admiration.

on the days jiaoqiu voices that he feels tired a quick response is given in turn “I can carry you.” a blunt, straightforward, and the same offer every time. he is more than happy to carry him + he enjoys showing off for his hubby. not caring for the public opinion or any observers; it doesn’t even cross his mind, jiaoqiu’s happiness the only thing on his mind. sadly, he is always rejected (occasionally making him pout). moze doesn’t even know why (painfully obvious why, the rare blushed jiaoqiu further confirming it). shadows are his safe haven, but jiaoqiu is his peace. they fill each other's needs, like puzzles fitting together, completely domestic in their behaviors; perfect for general feixiao’s safety and well-being. despite working together they don’t get tired of each other. work is work and their house is home.

coriander is not allowed under this roof and no big lights are ever on. when they have guests, jiaoqiu compensates with many small lamps, fairy lights, and a bunch of candles. unscented ones. otherwise, they would clash with the meal. sometimes, jiaoqiu will light a scented candle, but it won’t be lit for longer than an hour, otherwise, he would get overwhelmed due to how sensitive his nose is to smells. moze being the clean freak, and insistent on maintaining really good hygiene and not strong perfumes so he can do his job perfectly would just make jiaoqiu purr if he could. type of husband truly only for him. jiaoqiu is quite a social butterfly and he drags his husband with him, who will grumble a bit and then go along, and behave politely to the best of his capabilities. moze cannot read a room to save his life, short in his sentences and straight to the point despite pondering his words prior, they end up always coming off blunt. he means no harm and what he says is usually of little matter, and none of it holds any weight to him when all he needs is to hear his darling chuckle or gaze at him and all is well in his world. the only result he could possibly ever wish for.

and when they kiss? the lighting and shadow with fire and spice? the I talk a lot, flirtatious, rarely flustered with I listen to you with heart eyes, mainly unaffected but you make me smile. well… they keep it private. such actions feel too personal and intimate for them to be shown in public and given for anyone to see on display. they hold it too close to their hearts, it matters in a different way to them. something near and dear. they won’t be caught showing pda, not even holding hands- well they rarely hold hands either way. it is behind closed doors and in the privacy of their home that their lips meet, and hands wander, leaving soft touches in intimate places that they’d never do in public (unlike many others). it means too much to them.

[kayceecruz]

Good god, stop! My bisexual heart cannot take it!

[eros-ghoulette]

What if Copia actually asked Ifrit to tour with him? And Ifrit couldn't say yes, because that meant leaving Zephyr behind (even just for a few months). Just the thought of leaving Zeph behind for only two weeks makes Ifrit feel bad, so no, he didn't want to tour again. He just wanted to be Zephyr.

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hi everyone, not only is it Wednesday but it is the first Wednesday of 2025. Why not start it off with sharing among friends? <3

Absolutely no pressure, especially since it's a holiday but tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @pocket-vvardvark @dirty-bosmer @thequeenofthewinter @lucien-lachance

@changelingsandothernonsense @firefly-factory @captain-of-silvenar @umbracirrus

@hircines-hunter @moriche @ladytanithia @sulphuricgrin @scholarlyhermit

This is piece of Chapter 2 of an AU where Ondolemar never learns why Theodora left. Twenty years has passed and now assigned in occupied Anvil during the war, he learns not only is she there but she's not alone... mentions of war, angst, slight violence. Theo runs a trading company in this timeline <3 Girlboss :P

It had never been easy for Arthano, the stares and whispers he heard when young became more brazen as tensions heightened, the few friendships he had gone or strained. That’s what got him arrested, tired of guilt by perceived association; her son was caught after being too vocal in his anger at the Thalmor. The story was difficult to piece together due to the lack of details he provided and its overall strangeness. Apparently it had all been a mistake. A quick conversation of which he shared nothing more than that fact: it had been quick. Now seeing his father at the door, in uniform, a possible chain of events forms in her mind. Piecing together what he told her, Ondolemar confirms it with a question.

“Is he mine?” The hope in his voice is even more pronounced when he asks again, perhaps emboldened by the fact he still stands. “Do we have a son?” 

“Yes.”

It’s a simple answer. Conveying the truth but nothing more. Yet, even in its simplicity, it brings a smile across his face, slack-jawed in awe. 

“I have a son.” Too much joy laced in his voice and now she finds herself fighting internally as tears well in her eyes. Two things seemingly true at once, how often that had been the case with him. On one hand he was only in Cyrodiil to end the dominance of the inferior races, but on the other, there was happiness at hearing he had a child with her, a woman of an inferior race which made him inferior as well. The external evidence, the occupation and his reaction, confirmed both were true. But how true were they to him? Too opposing to be equal, which was more true to his beliefs now? 

“What gave it away?” 

“Your surname.” If she had any living relatives with the name, they were not in Anvil. Only Arthano and her carried her father’s name. He asks a question of his own.“Is he why you left? Or did you stop loving me?” Concerns of not trusting herself leave as she halves the distance between them. Even with everything going on now, Theodora cannot help but think of the pain of knowing he lived two decades thinking she hadn’t loved him. Not knowing she left because she had, leaving ensured the safety of him and the people, at least for a time. She had loved him so much she had raised their son on stories of how much she had loved his father, only lying about who left who. 

“I still love you, Ondolemar. I didn’t suffer through weeks of vomiting and twenty hours in labour to bring a little piece of you into my life, because I fell out of love.”  The memory of leaving still stung. “I didn’t want to leave but I was not given much of a choice…”

It felt like a lifetime ago now and in many ways it was. Her life had been very different when Elenwen gave her the ultimatum, cease contact with her subordinate and she would play nice in the revision of negotiations with the general. Desperate to avoid war she took the bitch’s offer, motivation to stay gone from Skyrim increased once she learned of the pregnancy. Terrified somehow that the Ambassador would find out of his existence and hurt Ondolemar or the child, likely both. 

“I will give it to her, the First Emissary was creative in her cruelty. Offering to actively work to avoid war just so I’d stop seeing you, all that trouble just to have you behaving in a manner fitting your position.” The Thalmor’s face drops. 

“Elenwen threatened you?” Another nod and his hand covers his face, briefly turns away before his fist beats against the frame. Knowing which is more true now, she closes the rest of the gap and places a hand on his bicep, gently moving it up and down to comfort. The tears in her eyes are flowing wildly now. “They have taken everything from me.” The hand that had beaten the doorway opens around her own now as he looks at her once more, pained by what he sees. “And now I have taken from you.”

“You have.” 

“Yet, you still love me.”

“I do…” 

Pulling her hand from the light hold his has on it, she cups the side of his cheek and for a moment she hesitates. They way he melts into her touch of her skin on his nearly has her reconsidering her next actions. But then she remembers. 

“That is for war.” Just as he recovers, her palm offers another blow. The crack in time with a clap of thunder outside. 

“That is for fucking with my revenue.” He doesn’t bother returning his head face on for the final slap so she compensates by making it harder. 

“And that is for the pain you’ve put our son through.” Bruising on his cheek already starting to form, she knows exactly what salve she’ll put on it after.  

“I deserve worse.”

“You do, so much worse” Theodora wipes her eyes. “But I deserve this.” She pulls him by his robes, bringing his lips to hers as all of Nirn disappeared around them.

[imactuallysoup]

Eddie talks too much. One can only stand so much of his bullshit

[torturedblue]

The way Donnie smiles when Leo compliments his work 🤗

[bellanarisvhenan]

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 // 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆

[rinisasnaillle]