#a hell of a ride

[beckettj]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). I was tagged by @stardreamer28 so here's the last (two) lines(s) I wrote for my @cssns fic A Hell of a Ride.

“No, the ghost behind you,” she quipped sarcastically, maintaining external composure despite the elegant waltz her heart was performing in her chest. He stood leaning against the elevator wall yet he went so far as to check over his shoulder.

Tagging: @kmomof4 @belovedcreation @laianely @snowbellewells

[malachia-il-bibliotecario]

I FUCKING MADE IT. I FINISHED THE SECRETUM. I FUCKING DID IT

[lmaowh-at]

Lanns n Starks lineups/costumes sketches that I will probably add other houses to. Tywin and Joff & the rest aren't here because I was lazy and Cerseis dress took all of my energy. Don't ask me about inspiration or historical basis for these

[junorsky]

Praise the Absolute

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I read somewhere that he was supposed to be a traitor. The idea of Zevlor guarding Moonrise Towers haunted me for so long I had to give up

[plistommy]

Steve takes Eddie’s virginity by riding the older boy after a long session of smoking and drinking inside the metalheads cramped van.

He’d praise Eddie on how good he’s making him feel, how big his dick is and how he’s so pretty under him that it makes Eddie moan loudly, strong hands roaming and squeezing the fat of Steve’s ass as he begs to fuck Steve harder.

”I need to fuck you, Steve- please, sweetheart-”

Steve would kiss him, sloppy and wet as he whines into Eddie’s mouth when the dick inside him hits just right.

When he pulls back, breathless, he picks up the pace and finally lets Eddie buck up to meet his thrusts.

Eddie would just look up at Steve, brown eyes wide and realize he’s so in love with the gorgeous boy on top of him and he never wants to let go. Never.

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick's leather sling | requested by EVERYONE

[selena04]

[ohtendril]

Polin Week ↳ Day Five - favorite handsy scene(s)

[kacievvbbbb]

Wasteland baby! is the most under appreciated of the Hozier albums and truly what an album to be released just before the pandemic what a song to release before the pandemic. During an uncertain time an album about not being alone in a wasteland the way most of the songs are about devotion, to the point of fault, to the point of personal harm, to the point of manipulation, about doing everything to be with this person even when it's detrimental to you both or even when it's a person you've made up in your head, in a year when we couldn’t go out and see each other. Hozier releases an album that puts the yearning for love in the loneliness of the pandemic into words a full year before the pandemic even happened and we don’t even really talk about it and that should be a crime.

True that love in withdrawal was the weepin' of me That the sound of the saw must be known by the tree

god imagine hearing that in a pandemic and not going insane.

in this essay, I will-

[drop-dead-dropout]

sorry man we sealed your boyfriend into a block of concrete. yeah blowing him up with a bomb didn't work so I thought we'd just fill up his prison cell thingy with cement. sorry

[beckettj]

Find the Words Tag Game

Tagged By: @laianely - thank you! Rules: Find the words in all your current WIPs and post a snippet containing the words, then tag others with their own words. My Words: Lips, anger, confusion

I stuck to just three WIPs - The Huntsman (snippets in here from across lots of future chapters), A Hell of A Ride (which is a CS fic, despite what the passage below may suggest) and a follow up to Dry as a Bone (which I had no intention of following up until inspiration hit at 1am last night, leading to a few hundred words getting thrown together).

Lips The Huntsman (Hit the jackpot here.) Her lips parted slightly, as if encouraging him, inviting him. They looked so soft, so red, so warm; his thoughts wondered - as they often had in his younger days, hours spent staring at that photograph - to how her lips would feel against his. His heart threatened to explode out of his chest; he had waited for the nearing moment for so long.

He waited no longer. His lips crashed passionately against hers, simultaneously sending electricity coursing through his veins. He allowed himself to get lost in her mouth, the faint taste of cinnamon unfamiliarly sweet, fuelling his craving for her. His heart danced in his chest; her body pressed against his the way their lips clung together, her hand brushing against his jaw as she reached for his hair the same way her tongue brushed against his lips as their kiss deepened, grew more demanding, more desperate for the moment to last.

A Hell of a Ride The elevator was taking too long. The foyer was empty. She pulled him in for a quick kiss, a taste of what was to come. The elevator pinged the very moment of their lips meeting and she stepped back, smiling seductively at Neal; there was a lot more where that came from. She grabbed his jacket, pulling him into the empty elevator with her. The doors shut and he was on her in a flash, his hands cupping her face as they carried on where they’d left off, deepening and exploring their connection.

The elevator pinged.

“That was fast,” Emma murmured against his lips.

The elevator ride was never that smooth, let alone that fast.

Dry as a Bone follow-up “Today is the last day of January,” he filled her in.

Halle-bloody-lujah.

It had been a long, long month but he had made it to the end. Almost. Just sixteen more hours to go – not that he was on a countdown or anything. He could already taste the sweet, home comforts of rum on his parched lips. A few more hours forgoing his burning cravings and he would stand victorious.

Anger The Huntsman “Killian,” Liam’s voice was softer, desperate, barely more than a whisper. “Please, please, just come to the jeep with me now.”

Killian squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to. He wanted so badly to go to the jeep, to leave the unnatural stronghold behind them but the more he thought about his father, the more the anger rose up inside him. His dad would never leave him, he knew that for sure, just as he also knew Liam would never let them leave their father behind. It meant only one thing; Silver had taken him from them.

Confusion The Huntsman (Double whammy here with two of the three words. Very short snippet because… spoilers!) “You’re not going to shoot me, Killian,” the Hatter sounded bored. “I know you.”

Any anger which had melted away in his confusion soared back through his veins. His grip tightened around the gun, preparing himself for the recoil, and he fired.

Tagging: @mie779 @snowbellewells @zaharadessert with lost, believe and heart

[sadvenicebitch]

[qvert]

Let’s just say Imogen’s new outfit is fucking fire

[arianwyn-art]

joining the marauders fandom is so chaotic like it always starts off with jily or wolfstar

you learn about jily and then slowly you get immersed in wolfstar until suddenly you’re obsessed

and then it’s just like no i’ll stay here this is good and then you get into the fics

and then you get exposed to dorlene and bartylus and rosekiller and marylily/pandalily and all the ships and then slowly slowly you become a diehard jegulus shipper until somehow you’re here, obsessing over a ton of dead fictional men yet more lesbian than ever

it’s called maturity ig

[juniper-clan]

MOON 18: Oh Shit She’s Feeling It (pt. 1)

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[selena04]