#anyway ily all so much!!!

[anessthetic]

happy new year everyone :]

[art-soboro]

wearing thin

[userhangmanpage]

Hangman Adam Page close-up shots | AEW Revolution 2025

[crystallizsch]

AGH happy (definitely-not-late) bday to mr jamil viper 💖🐍 and thank u harveston jamil for coming home as well as two of his bday cards 💖💥

[sondheim-girly]

To YOU the outsiders musical fandom is toxic. To ME the outsiders fandom is a group of about 10 of the sweetest people on the planet who are all mutuals on tumblr.com

[randomgayapproaches]

Hmgrgsnmghhsgr …. ruksa……. uikass……. ruikasa….

[loverducky]

tryouts | oliver aiku x gn!reader | 1.5k

suggestive (kink discussion, bondage and petplay mentioned) with some grinding + praise at the end, i’m tagging dubcon because oliver just kinda jumps into it, reader’s a little insecure, a lot oblivious, and is implied to be more on the inexperienced side, oliver’s like. a soft tease in this ngl, this is Very selfship coded and based on this post, sorrgy not sorrgy :3

“so, whaddya think about being tied up?”

you and oliver are lounging about on the old couch you’ve got in your apartment. you lean forwards and grab your soda, half shrugging, “sounds fun to me! not a huge fan of those, like, metal handcuffs, they don’t look very comfortable, but rope and all that’s cool! shibari’s pretty too, although i don’t think i’d have the patience for it.”

you rest your face on your hand as you lean on the couch arm, cheek squishing a bit as you ask, “what about you? you got any fantasies about being tied up?”

he laughs, shaking his head, and you crack a smile when you notice how grown out the green is. “i’m more of the type to be doing the tying,” he says, shooting you a lopsided smirk, and you consider this with another sip, setting the can down on the table.

“huh. neat!” is your conclusion, and there’s a slight lull in the conversation as oliver stares at you. you tilt your head at him, curious, and he laughs again, quieter this time. weird.

“oh,” another thought occurs to you, “what‘s your opinion on petplay? ‘cause of the leash and all.” you gesture to your neck.

his smile turns cocky at that, and he leans in closer. “why, you trying to collar me?” he asks, voice low, and you turn to glare at him, fist raising in the air.

to his credit, he backs up in an instant, his hands held high like you’re holding him hostage. “woah, woah, woah, i’m kidding, i’m kidding,” he flashes a quick grin, “or am i?”

you roll your eyes and let your fist drop, going to grab your drink again, using it to gesture at oliver. “yeah, yeah. that’s not an answer, bitch.”

his arms drop to rest on the back of the couch, fingers tapping to an internal beat as he thinks. “sure, yeah, i think it’s pretty cute. sometimes they get all whiny, and that’s fun—”

you choke in the middle of chugging the rest of your soda, and you see his eyes flash towards you as you curl in on yourself. he scoots closer and pats you on the back while you hack away, his hand warm as he rubs circles into your shoulder blade. he grabs you some napkins from the table too, passing them over so you can wipe your mouth. when you finally straighten up, he leans back, smirking at you a little. you can only meet his gaze for a second before it drops to the floor, and suddenly sheepish, you mumble, “sorry bout that. wasn’t expecting you to bring up— well. you know.”

he nudges your thigh with his own, his voice teasing as he asks, “weren’t expecting me to bring up personal experience?”

“well, i mean,” you feel your body flush, and your shoulders hunch as you curse yourself internally. “i’ve told you this before, i know i have. haven’t i?”

your leg bounces in place as you continue to ramble. “it’s just that. well. i haven’t… god. okay.” you take a deep breath. inhale, exhale. “so, full disclosure. i haven’t really tried a lot of the things that i say i’m into? i guess it’s more like… i like the idea of that stuff?” your voice gets even quieter than before, “like, i, um. get off? to it?”

you’re not even sure if oliver hears those last bits. when you get the courage to look back up at him, though, he’s staring at you with a quiet intensity, a small smile playing at his lips that makes your gut twist in knots.

“something funny about that, asshole?” you clear your throat, trying to ease some of the tension that’s built up all of a sudden. “because i swear—”

“you interested in trying it?” oliver interrupts, and your mind blanks, your brow furrowing.

“trying… what?”

“petplay. or bondage.” your jaw drops a little and he laughs, not unkindly. “or anything else you think you might be into.”

you shut your mouth in a frown, kicking him lightly in the ankle. “very funny, you dick. there’s a reason i haven’t, you know.” you sigh dramatically, slumping over his lap with your full weight. you close your eyes, placing the back of your hand against your forehead as if you’ve fainted, and say, “not all of us are six foot tall football players with beautiful thighs.” your free hand pats them for emphasis, but with your eyes closed, you miss the flush of color that rises to his ears.

after a few long moments of silence, you peer through splayed fingers to see oliver looking down at you, that same soft smile on his face. he’s handsome, you think, reaching up to caress him, feeling the stubble scattered across his jawline. he lets you for a bit, before his hand grabs yours and guides it close, and you blink up at him in confusion as a gentle kiss is pressed to your wrist. you feel a wicked edge to his smile curl against your skin, then, and before you can tug it back into yourself, your arm is pinned high above your head.

oliver pulls his legs out from under you, and your second arm quickly joins the first, his body settling above your own with a practiced ease. you squirm in his grip, but he’s got you pinned against the couch, a knee between your legs and a smug look in his eyes. he leans down and you let out a little whine as he grinds his knee right where you want it, lust pooling between your thighs as your whole body shakes underneath him.

“well, would you look at that.” his voice drips with satisfaction, his eyes roving up and down your body appreciatively, and you bite back another embarrassing noise. “seems you do like being restrained, hm?”

you open your mouth to answer, only for your words to die with another half choked gasp as he grinds his knee into you again. his breath fans against your neck as he settles into the crook of it, alternating between soft kisses and tiny, nipping bites, and you feel like you’re losing your mind from how good everything feels. he’s got you by the wrists, his hold steady and warm and immovable, and at this point your hips are practically moving on their own, desperate for relief.

it doesn’t help that oliver won’t shut the fuck up. “-so cute like this, you know? always so loud, so brash, but all you wanted was a little attention, hm?” you feel the rumble of his laughter more than you hear it, feel it alongside the gentle scratching of his stubble, and you want to sob — from pleasure or relief, you’re not sure. “it’s alright, baby, you’ve got it, now. whatever you want, whatever you want to try, i’m right here, promise.”

your hands flex under oliver’s grip, and you whine again, trying to collect your scattered thoughts. your hips continue to buck against the sturdiness of his thigh, and you can pull yourself together just enough to whimper out a little “please.”

even you aren’t sure what you’re begging for, but when he lifts his head from where’s he’s been terrorizing your neck, the sheer lust in his eyes makes you shrink away from his attention. it’s too late, though. he rubs a little circle on your wrist with his thumb, before he switches his grip, holding both your wrists with one hand, the other guiding you by the chin to tilt your head into his. when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, it’s chaste at first, to your surprise, although your eyes still flutter closed at the feeling of his lips on yours.

his free hand wanders down, down from your chin, down your chest and below your waistline, and oliver’s kiss gets greedier as it travels closer to where you need it, eventually swallowing your cries whole when finally, finally, he’s reached between your thighs.

the direct stimulation is too much, too fast, too quickly. oliver’s good, even when working with just one hand, and within the next minute the coil within you snaps. you stay there shuddering beneath oliver’s body for a while, him releasing his grip on your wrists and you clinging to him in turn. when you think you’ve settled enough, oliver sits up, grinning at you like a madman.

you, on the other hand, scowl at him and punch him in the arm on your way up, crossing your arms and huffing. “you dick! have you just been trying to get in my pants this whole time?”

he shrugs at you, cocky half grin still clear as day.

“unbelievable. this isn’t happening again,” you poke him hard in the chest, “you hear me?”

“sure, baby,” he says, easy as anything, and you already feel your heart start to race again. fuck. “wasn’t lying when i told you i’d be your partner if you wanted to try some of those other kinks out, though. what was it you said again? petplay?” he leans down, drops his voice, and grins, “you’d look cute in a collar.”

you shiver, glare up at him, and point at the door. “out!”

[abisalli]

using this post to kind of announce a prolonged hiatus as I'm nearing important deadlines. In the meantime have some miscellaneous fountain pen sketches (of OC stuff!? what is happening?!)

[spaghetti-o-fficial]

"Friends don't look at friends like that" NO FUCK YOU I LOVE MY FRIENDS AND I'M ABSOLUTELY A SIMP FOR MY BESTIE WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT. ALL MY FRIENDS ARE SO AMAZING AND PRETTY AND COOL AND FUN AND I LOOK AT THEM WITH SO MUCH LOVE IN MY EYES AND I WISH YOU KNEW WHAT THAT WAS LIKE

Okay I'm done thanks for coming to my TedTalk

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I’m not gonna finish this but it was a fun little attempt :))

[two-entire-bits]

I have a confession. I do not care for the soc boys. I'm sure they have very interesting character traits and lore the actors and fandom have come up with and that is so fun and great and I know none of it and I am perfectly content with that. Shout out to all my mutuals who love the soc boys I hope you are having fun with your Ken dolls but I will not be joining you. keep slaying.

[raptureshots]

All you need to know is that its HIS DAY!!!!!!!!

+ uhhh. Yaoi ? idunno

[stillgotscars]

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[strandedaylily]

was looking through my settings today and …

You. You guys?? Where did y’all come from oh my god 😭

But thank you all so much for the love recently ?? I’m glad people enjoy my sillay ocs and aus and I’m so very grateful for everyone’s support <333

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello :) thank you for the tags and for your patience and kindness! will tag back under the cut <3

writing is hard right now. life is even worse. i am doing my best! if you've shown me kindness or support recently, please know i am so incredibly grateful. i am scaling back right now, which is hard because y'all know i love to be loud and hype folks up. please know i love you anyway.

here is a snip from chapter 4 of people ruin people. total posted fic word count right now is. 4k words. short and easy.

“What if you replaced golden here with something dramatic as fuck—” “Sun-drenched?” “—like honeyed—no, wait, I fucking love that. All aboard the celestial imagery train. Destination? Billboard's Hot 100—” “Your powers of manifestation are truly remarkable.” Alex laughed into his coffee cup, one of many he'd consumed over the night. His neck and shoulders were sore from hunching over notebooks with Henry, body exhausted but brain more alive than ever. They'd been at it for hours, shoulder-to-shoulder on Alex's couch, the city lights streaming through the window, concealing any rational sense of time and space as they furiously scribbled lyrics on sheets and debated metaphors. Henry was partial to water and the elements, grounding and sure; Alex gravitated towards the sun and stars, expansive and uninhibited.  The entirety of the wings of icarus album was drenched in celestial and mythological references, painting Alex as the tragic hero doomed to fly until his wings gave out from the weight of his lofty ambitions; his bitterness towards fame and fortune had never been more evident, if not a little hypocritical. He was, after all, writing with Henry in his disproportionately expensive apartment.

xoxo roop

i miss you i miss you i miss you i love you

+ open tag bc it is late + tagging some folks back who have tagged me recently or i have seen floating about :) and some who i know are reading this wip. thank you for reading, it means the world to me!!!

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@miharaikko @sherryvalli @thesleepyskipper @saturntheday @porcelainmortal

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[covenofthearticulate]

helloooo i have a fluffy ask! how do you think loustat would plan a romantic date for each other and who's better at it? i loved side effects may vary btw, who would have thought sex pollen pwp could make the best louis character study 💖💖

Silly Fluffy Asks // Forever and Always Accepting :)

OMG YAY MORE FLUFFY ASKS

I feel like Louis and Lestat rarely go on specially planned date nights because they mostly both enjoy meandering around the city without any particular agenda, but I do think they both have their own strengths and weaknesses when it comes to planning!

Lestat tends to overthink things, which makes planning an absolute nightmare because he knows how particular Louis is about things, so even though he acts arrogant and confident, he's really freaking out the entire time and worrying about Louis judging him LOL. That being said— I think he's actually very good at finding activities that push Louis just a tiny bit out of his comfort zone so that he gets to discover a new side of him. Best date nights include pub trivia night, board game cafe, and that one time Lestat drove them to the middle of nowhere and brought a fuckton of fireworks for Louis to set off LMAO

Louis on the other hand is a total sap, which means a lot of their date nights are a little less adventurous and more nostalgic and emotional. This is great, except for that it sometimes ends in tears. His most successful date nights include open mic night (in which Louis signed Lestat up for a slot and asked him to sing), volunteering at the local dog shelter (in which Lestat cries for like 3 hours both out of happiness but also because he misses Mojo), and that time he found one of the last drive-in movie places (in which he tried his very best to act Innocent and Scandalized when Lestat wanted to make out the entire time).

TL;DR I think their date nights are less Big Romantic and more of an excuse for them to learn how to be together again in this new era!! They're just now learning how to have fun with one another after 200 years and it's weird and sometimes uncomfy but it's worth it every single time!!!