#almost certainly

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Thinking about how good shuji smells, he smells so rich and addicting, sure he’s smoking 3 packs a day and what not but I like how the cigarettes smell (weird but yes) especially mixed with his cologne and just imagine cuddling and going sniff sniff and inhaling everything in yknow and he’s like “Ayo dog much?🤨” cuz idk I always see him and go “stinky, lil stank boy” cuz it’s funnY!🙄🤞 and he keeps himself real clean too like the nature of his job,messy as it is he still likes to be all clean and stuff but yes he smells real good wanna leave kisses all over his chest stUffing ur face right in there yknow😫

Now all I'm thinking about coming home to hearing the shower running, so you go to see your boyfriend. You sit on the counter and just talk to him, because you've done the shower sex song and dance and sure shuji likes his showers hotter than most men, you find it's still a cold experience pressed against the wall...

Anyway, you're sitting on the counter in the steam of the room enjoying the calming scent of the blend of musk-sandalwoody-pine something or other of shuji's bodywash. You're asking about his day, glancing at the curtain to see him carelessly scrubbing his scalp, wet hair flopping about and you passively note his long black roots, something to tease him about later. You're happy because he seems in good spirits after a relatively calm day.

I'm thinking about how when he comes out, towel on his hips, he looks to the mirror and you block his view. He moves to look around you but you block him again and he scrunches his nose, picked up on your game. "Ya think you're so cute don'cha?" he snickers and pulls you into a wet hug that on another day might have annoyed you. Today, though, you huged him back. Tighter. And when he laughed and gently tugged away, you pulled him back and countered by wrapping your legs around him, face shoved in the crook of his neck where you inhale a mix of his soap and his last cigarette and everything is...perfect.

[zukoandtheoc]

hey. what if instead of sacrificing his crew, Odysseus fed the sirens to Scylla

[flysafepapi]

I'm very confused about what timeline they're going for in the show, like I know it can't/wasn't ever going to be exactly like Fire and Blood and they were always going to add their own little flairs on it

But why is Amos Bracken in the trailer for episode 5 when Battle of the Burning Mill has already taken place. According to Willem's "I'm acting as Regent until my nephew Benjicot comes of age" Samwell is already dead, but Amos is the one that kills Samwell at the Battle of the Burning Mill before promptly getting killed by an arrow to the head courtesy of my wife Alysanne Blackwood.

I'm just lost. Why name an entire episode after that one specific battle, never show it, and mess up the timeline all at once for a guy who isn't important to the overarching plot in any way.

[vieramars]

Hey remember how I was posting about Gerry's brain cancer yesterday. Y'know how sometimes statements are, in addition to the literal interpretation, thematic parallels to the characters outside the statements. I'm so normal.

[cupidskissx]

✨Azerbaijan Abnegation✨

Monaco Malaise Part 2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Max Verstappen

Word count: 16,976

Chapters: 2/2

Warnings: Angst, Conflicted Feelings, Explicit Sexual Content, Light BDSM, Fluff if you squint

Summary:

Charles stares at him intently, “Last time was an anomaly.” Not for the first time, Max recalls the awkward swell of humiliation after Charles had told him to stop. The hairs on the back of his neck prickle at the memory of everything that followed, “Yeah, that better not happen again.”

After Monaco, Max thought he’d made up his mind about Charles, and their little arrangement.

They’re in Azerbaijan and Charles is everywhere: in his head, in his messages, in his hotel room…

Will Max be able to hold onto his resolve, or will his attempts at self-denial only prolong the inevitable?

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Chapter 2:

This week has been correction after correction, managing the fierce oscillation between wanting Charles and wanting to stop wanting him, and now he has his arms full of opposite lock. Charles, yet again, has a front row seat to watch Max spin out of control towards the barriers.

Authors note:

Technically I’ve been working on Part 2 since June last year. After failing miserably writing it in Charles’ POV I abandoned it. Then I started to re-work this fic back into Max’s POV in October.

To see it finally posted in honour of Monaco, and Monaco Malaise, makes me a little emotional, I sincerely hope you enjoy it! 

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The intention is to one day write the Part 3 I’ve had in my head since June last year, but that’ll be a long way away. I hope to see you back here for a refresher if I ever manage to finish it. As always, you're welcome to dive into my DMs so we can swoon over Lestappen together!

[goldieghoulie]

New Chapter! (13 of ?)

Isabel settles into court life, reconnecting with friends and family.

Story summary

Having fled the instability of Scotland when the Bruce declared himself king, Isabel has spent the past years living off the goodwill of her royal godmother, but that can’t go on forever. With no offers of marriage forthcoming, and no other abbeys willing to take her, Isabel hopes the Ministry at Linköping will at last offer her a home.

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 The bailey swarmed with people as their sleds pulled to a stop near the stables. The noise and hustle as people went about their business was both familiar and foreign. The more than five years since she had been in a castle, at a court, had been a reprieve and now she took in the goings on with fresh eyes.  

Servants hurried to and fro, arms or baskets filled with whatever materials for whatever task they had been set to. Isabel eyed the platter of fresh baked bread carried between two women as they backed out from the bakehouse and crossed to the main hall. Guards idled in groups or half-heartedly sparred with each other. A cluster of nobles, picked out by their fine clothes and the twinkle of jewelry stood in the last remaining patch of sun. Though it was still an hour or two before sunset, the high walls of the castle ensured that the bailey was already in shadow.  

Isabel took Ulf’s hand for help from the sled. It was an awkward task, having Secondo simply lift her into and out of the sled was the far more elegant solution, but such intimate touching was out of the question. Nevertheless, she managed it without compromising her decency too much. Under the guise of straightening her skirts, Isabel untucked her habit from her belt and let it fall to cover her blue kirtle. Then, inside her cloak, she pulled the habit sleeves down to her wrists as well. 

She then reached up and felt at her veil and wimple. As she tried to ascertain if they were still on correctly, her hair properly covered, she studied the nobles again. Though it had been years, and she was now in Sweden instead of Norway, she assumed she might now some of those gathered. But, as she scanned the group, she realized she might have assumed wrong. Ready to give up the task and seek the warmth of inside, her eye caught on one woman.  

She stood in profile, a little away from the main knot of people, and was the picture of a noble lady. Her gown billowed out behind her and the crispenette in her hair glinted in the sun. Isabel sighed at the sparkling reminder of her own drab state and tried to figure out why this woman especially had caught her attention. At first, she had assumed the glint was what snared her, but then she studied the woman more and something else she couldn’t quite place held her. The woman shifted, turning so she more fully faced Isabel and in doing so the sun no longer caught on her jewels. Finally, Isabel was able to see her head clearly and took in the orangey-red of the woman's hair. Her stomach lurched; it was a shade she hadn’t seen since the day she left Scotland. Her eyes shifted to study the woman’s face more closely, and her breath left her. She knew that face. It had changed, filled out, gained a few crinkles—it had been over a decade—but it was her sister.  

“Mary,” Isabel whispered at first, still unable to believe it. But then Mary turned back to the group and Isabel panicked. 

“Màiri!” she yelled across the bailey, slipping into the Gaelic pronunciation of the name, and startling a pack of pigeons nearby. Mary froze then slowly turned back to see who had been shouting at her. Isabel stood still, allowing Mary to look her fill, waiting for it to click. And when Mary’s confused scowl cleared she knew it had.  

“Iseabail,” Mary called back across the courtyard, disbelief coloring her voice. But then she was running towards Isabel and, decorum forgotten, Isabel ran to her. Tears were streaming down her face by the time Isabel wrapped her sister in her arms. Her warm body, firm, alive, and here pressed against her and they blubbered near nonsense to each other in Gaelic.  

[ciderjacks]

U go fuck that miserable tense heavily repressed socially uncomfortable uptight tall gay butch middle aged divorced ex catholic woman

[onlyshestandsthere]

do you have a rough chapter plan for twctd? do you outline your stories before you write them?

Lol. BMM was meant to be 150k and like 25 chapters when I outlined it, so no I don't have an official chapter plan for TWCTD. I have an outline for the story, yes. I know where everything will go and how it ends, yes. But how long it will take me to get there is anyone's guess. I write with the flow of the story, not to a specific word/chapter count. It won't be as long as BMM, that's all I can say.

[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

The psychology class Kevin and Fred are taking was a one off, but psychology in relation to school has come up, pretty frequently.

Close Shave - Presentation on Freud. Not for psychology. But definitely a psychological subject.

The Nightmarionette - Immersion Therapy. Where it was said that they're in psychology.

Grounded - Guided Meditation (I mean, its a fake homework assignment, but the fact we know he's in a psych class sure makes it believable fake homework).

I'm just going to assume Fred has such a grudge against Freud that she talked Kevin into taking psych with her until proven otherwise.

[sebsrainbowbicycle]

Okay look - I don’t believe in luck or luck whatever

BUT

The adorable Italian man who tailored my Ferrari jacket for Monza told me he used his lucky thread and also kissed it as he handed it back to me so……..

[falloutcoys]

30 minutes!!!! so excited

[t-s-n-s-s-a-g-turnip]

to the mutuals, you should randomly message me sometime, just for the fun of it i swear im not scary (i think)

[southeast-northwest]

sigh. the gay people in my phone are posting about a show I haven't seen because I know if I do watch it id become insufferable so I just avoid it on purpose. time to update my blocked tags.

[eldritch-m0th]

sometimes i just randomly remember Phineas and Ferb are step-brothers and then I’m “and people say they dont show blended/nontraditional families in media” the reason we dont think about one of the most iconic duos of gen z as non traditional is because its a very realistic representation of this kind of family. the show just kinda drops us into their lives at a point where theres already an established dynamic. we didnt need to see the adjustment period of becoming family cause the show is from the perspective of Phineas and Ferb and as far as they’re concerned the fact that their brothers now is more important than the fact there was ever a time when they werent.

[labelleizzy]

I wish my meds, plus my brain, didn't do a mood crash in place of an actual hunger pain. When I can't tell if I'm sad because I'm sad or because I have a low blood sugar, it's annoying. Sigh. I kind of miss the sensation of feeling hungry. I don't get it unless I am really stupid amounts of hungry. And then I get bad at feeding myself balanced food.

Cheese 🧀 and carbs, 🍕 🥔 man

Tomorrow will be a better day.

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Wow Tumblr is straight up advertising AI drawing software to me