#a quick post before bed

[ask-the-cosmic-duo]

Stella may or may not be freaking out right now. It’s hard to tell why. Excitement? Fear? I mean, Death is following her. Literally. Well, kind of.

… Oh right. That.

“She won’t catch on… right? I just gotta keep it secret…”

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//Small blogs help each other, and yours in particular is very very interesting! I’m genuinely curious to see how it will go!

//Go follow @deathisshe you guys, this pony is very based

//also it’s almost midnight why am I not asleep

[skunkes]

[divorcedwife]

the murder sisters

[cynda-queer]

The unfortunate truth is I am a slave to positive reinforcement, so when I post things, I'm sitting there like a cat scratching at a closed door like "likes?" "reblogs?" "commint?"

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[todayisafridaynight]

[ponycraft]

hey guys am i cooking

no you cannot be mean to me

[verstappentime]

i wonder if we are brave | max verstappen/daniel ricciardo | 2.5k

Daniel’s on him in a second, pulling him into his arms, squeezing tight. “This isn’t about the P5, is it?” or: max is having daniel's baby and no one knows yet. he's just had a meltdown and crashed his car in hungary. he's maybe not alright.

[donicosplay]

Icarus: if you had to choose between Rae and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Centross: that depends, how much money are we taking about?

Rae: Centross!

Icarus: 63 cents

Centross: I’ll take the money

Rae: CENTROSS!

[masquenoire]

There was a disturbance in Roman's state of mind. He knew something was amiss the instant he stepped into his domain, a sort of second sense that somebody - or some people perhaps, had been in his quarters. Things had been moved, touched. Roman knew it wasn't his men, none of them were stupid enough to touch what was explicitly his. The mask on the wall. One of the keys to his cars. Hell, even a bottle of cologne or two were gone, igniting a whole new level of wrath he had only ever felt a handful of times throughout his life. With rising anger, the crime lord gave his desk another one-over, bruised knuckles bone-white as they pressed down on polished wood. Even his packet of cigars hadn't been spared! Waves of anger kept bubbling madly like volcanic vents beneath the ocean floor, stoppered only by the barest restraints but another thought came to mind which soon doused his ire. Dogs. Where were his dogs? Rocco and Dante had disappeared too, seemingly off the face of the earth even though he'd told them to stay.

"Where the fuck are my dogs!? Where's all my shit???"

He hadn't even noticed the missing notepad filled with incriminating evidence, Roman so preoccupied - even distraught at the notion of his guard dogs having vanished.

[riisume]

Kaebo can be The Yapper sometimes. Chilchuck used to get annoyed by it, but after the two got close he started to love the sound of Kaebo's voice...

[youngpettyqueen]

wrote something unbearably fluffy and I will be posting it on ao3 tomorrow but I wanted to do something a lil different and post it here. this is because I dont have the energy to do the format editing for ao3 rn but I want people to see it right now immediately

garashir, post-canon Cardassia, short and sweet, fluff that will rot your teeth out. enjoy <3

“Elim?” 

Gentle hands resting on his shoulders rouse Garak from a sleep he didn’t even realize he’d fallen into. He jerks awake with a rather undignified snort, more startled than he’d care to admit as he straightens himself up in his chair. Falling asleep at his desk… he really is getting sloppy.

Those hands squeeze his shoulders gently. He would know that touch anywhere.

“Only me, love,” Julian’s voice murmurs, soft and reassuring, “Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

Garak glances back over his shoulder, wincing slightly at the kink that’s developed in his neck from his awkward sleeping position. “You’ll have to forgive me, my dear,” He replies, offering Julian a tired smile, “I seem to have lost track of the time.”

He takes a moment to give Julian a quick once-over, his eyes heavy with sleep but no less sharp. He looks dishevelled, his hair a mess of loose curls and his jaw lined with a shadow of stubble. He doesn’t have any visible injuries, and his uniform is rumpled, but intact. So today was long, but likely not life-threatening. Good. He’d been worried, before he went and passed out.

Julian smiles back at him, a warm expression, though very tired. The lines under his eyes are deep. “I’ll forgive you, if you forgive me for being so late,” He offers, gently rubbing Garak’s shoulders, “Sorry to have kept you waiting. I was drafting requests for more medical equipment, and lost track of time myself.” He explains.

“How could I ever fault you for such a noble endeavour?” Garak asks, leaning back into Julian’s hands, which are doing wonders for what’s become a permanent stiffness in his shoulders, “I’m sure the staff appreciate your efforts.” His doctor has done marvellously, adapting to working in a Cardassian hospital. It took a couple of crisis situations before the rest of the staff finally took him seriously, but he’s managed to find a place for himself with minimal friction, as far as the hospital staff are concerned. Usually a Human would never have been accepted so quickly, but these are desperate times, and they can seldom afford to turn away such a capable pair of hands. 

“They’ll appreciate it when I actually get the equipment,” Julian replies. He works his thumbs into a knot at the base of Garak’s neck, and Garak all but melts against him, a pleased sound rumbling low in his chest, “Dare I ask what you’re doing with Kukalaka?” 

The question snaps Garak out of his pleased little trance. He glances back at his desk and finds that the bear is, in fact, sitting there, a needle still attached to thread hanging loose from his leg, which is half-sewn to his body. “Ah,” He says, now recalling what he was doing before sleep so unceremoniously claimed him, “Yes, that… well, I was rather hoping to surprise you with that tomorrow…” He hums, feeling a flash of annoyance at his plans being thwarted. 

Julian leans over his shoulder, examining his handiwork. “Oh, Elim…” He murmurs, like Garak has just handed him the world, “You wonderful, wonderful man. You really are too good to me.” He wraps his arms loosely around Garak’s neck, rests his weight against him as he presses his warm cheek to the side of his head.

It never ceases to amaze Garak, just how easy it is to make Julian’s day. The smallest acts have him behaving as if Garak has put the suns in the sky just for him. “Hardly,” He refutes, because he could never be too good for the man who reminds him days after day that good exists in this universe simply by existing, “You may have convinced the little ruffian’s mother that you weren’t upset over Kukalaka being torn asunder, but I know you far better than that. I may not understand the significance of the little fellow, but I would be remiss if I allowed him to remain in tatters when I could easily repair him.” He reasons, and it’s an awfully long way to say I hate to see you sad.

“That little ruffian was all of 3 years old,” Julian points out, a smile in his voice, “And teething, might I add, so understandably cranky. But… thank you,” A warm kiss is pressed to Garak’s cheek, an action that turns him into a puddle of bliss and affection, “I would tell you just how much it means to me, but I’m afraid I’m much too tired to adequately express myself.” He kisses Garak’s cheek again, and nuzzles against him.

Garak hums happily, reaching up to rest a hand on Julian’s arm. “Oh, I don’t know,” He muses, rubbing circles into Julian’s arm with his thumb, “I believe I could infer the depths of your gratitude from, say… more kisses.” He suggests, tilting his head so that he can flash Julian a cheeky grin. 

Julian snorts, buries his face in Garak’s neck as laughter shakes his slender shoulders. When he lifts his head again, he has the loveliest smile lines on his rosy-cheeked face, and the lines under his eyes don’t seem quite so deep anymore. 

“You’re incorrigible.” Julian tells him, earnestly and completely affectionate. 

“Yes,” Garak agrees, “And I do believe you love me for it.” 

“Oh, very much,” Julian agrees, leaning in till his nose taps against Garak’s, “It’s one of your most endearing traits.” 

Garak rubs their noses together, a gesture that is indescribably affectionate and also quite silly. “Tell me again about all those endearing traits of mine?” He requests.

“I’m far too tired for that,” Julian replies, his eyes flicking to Garak’s lips, “I think I’d much rather kiss you silly. Is that an acceptable substitute?” He asks. 

Garak doesn’t respond verbally, just angles his head and pushes up to capture Julian’s lips with his. Julian makes a happy little hum as he kisses him back, and his smile as he presses his lips to Garak’s again and again says more about his gratitude and his love than any string of words ever could. 

[sterekcraptrash]

♡ preview of the vday postcard i did for the sterek valentine’s bundle ♡

one more day until the pre-orders closeee, more info in the replies (♥ there’s a link ♥)

[hephaestn]

Loneliness had crept into his life, slowly, like a virus, corrupting every part of his being. Actually, loneliness might’ve always been there, latent, in his very own being.

It grew bigger when he moved to Hawkins, away from everything he had always known, away from what had felt like home. It was the worst his loneliness had ever been, even worse than when Mom left and he spent his evenings alone, locked up in his room, face buried in his tear-damped pillow.

But Hawkins held a mirror. A mirror that triggered his flight or fight mode—though the fight would always win. A mirror that showed him someone like him, but someone who had overcome that loneliness—or so Billy thought.

Until he allowed himself to truly stare at the mirror. Billy found in it the same sad, lonely eyes he owned. But these eyes were chocolate brown and had a kindness to them that Billy had ripped away from within him.

And slowly, like loneliness had crept into his life, so did the mirror—showing him what he could become if he forgave himself, if he truly allowed himself to just be. The mirror was loving, caring in a way Billy hadn’t known in years.

He couldn’t help it, it was inevitable—Billy fell in love with the kind chocolate eyes in the reflection, and in doing so he started loving himself too. Leisurely, taking its time to pull away each and every demon, the mirror made him become the version of himself Billy had always truly being. Caring, loving, with kind eyes.

Steve Harrington was his mirror and Billy never wanted to look away.

[hebuiltfive]

HAPPY THUNDERBIRDS DAY !!

Wishing everyone a FAB day ✨

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

why do spiders exist and how can i get rid of them. permanently. with no damage to the ecosystem just cut and delete