#c'mon y'all!

[anonymouscuzwhynot001]

1/22: so, since everyone has been doing this . . .

75k notes on this, and i'll (try to) finish my tpq gang au i'm working on by the end of the school year (june 7th for me).

(the only reason i did this at all is cuz a) i don't have a ton of followers, b) no one's gonna see this, and c) i'll probably have like 1 note by june, leaving me free to work in peace 🙂)

(TAKE THAT WORLD— (my signature line) )

1/24: i did NOT think so many people would actually do this . . . but it's only almost 1k so far. y'all got like 74 more to go. hopefully that takes more than 4 months . . .

1/27: 3 days and barely 2k . . . my point has been proven (i think . . .)

1/30: ok ok ok so i did the math. there are 138 days between jan 22 and june 7. going at the first rate of 1k in two days, you'd get 69k by june. going at the second, which is 2k in 5 days, you'd get ~55k. so . . . do what you want with that info ig.

2/5: it's been 15 days, and you guys have only made it to 3k . . . that's like only ~27k by june . . .

2/24: love how everyone just collectively gave up 😍 leaves me free to work 😍

2/29: *sigh* fine. i've been forced to do this. what if i lower it to . . . say . . . 50k? (oh and happy leap day!)

[blairshifts222]

people who disagree/don't believe in shifting but still respect shifter's beliefs and aren't rude about it >>>>>

[strqyr]

i have a very simple wish for any future volume, and that is... weeee!

[jonathanbyersphd]

To be fair I don't think Jonathan intended to interrupt Will and Mike he was just participating in the time honored tradition of standing in your siblings doorway and not saying anything

[na-na-namine]

[rockingtheorange]

Why is Nick such an asshole to Taylor and the film? He already toldAmazon he will nto be doing the sequel.

I don't like answering this type of questions so I'll make it as complete as I can, so people can get a life outside their own expectations. (I'm not defending Nick, I'm stating facts.)

First of all, let's not spread false rumors. Nick has not dropped the project. (I'm baffled on how this rumor could start in the first place)

Nick signed a contract for the sequel, he has responsibilities towards it, and consequences if he doesn't follow it. Regardless, it's not us who decide the terms. If he ever decides to leave the project, he'll make a choice and ponder the consequences.

"He could do more". Well, he also could do less. He's an actor and does his job however he feels like. (Do y'all care about every single aspect of your own jobs or studies? Bet you have priorities, right?)

In pop culture, there's this conception of the artist "owes his fans". While I'm inclined to love fanservice of all kind because it makes us, fans, feel appreciated, no one forces us to be a fan, meanwhile the artists are forced to do fanservice as long as they want or their contracts stipulates that.

Now let me go onto the specific part of Nicholas' life and personality.

Let's remind ourselves that we can be the biggest fans and yet know nothing about our favorite celebrities. They show us what they want us to know, it's our choice to decide what we want to follow, hear or understand.

As far as we know Nick, he's always been a quiet reserved person, who suffers from anxiety, doesn't like big social events and hardly uses social media (especially in the recent years)

He's somewhat a fearful person who decides to step outside his comfort zone. We can know that from his song Comfort.

Nick has talked about how one of his "great fears is being misunderstood." You can read about it in the article RWRB related from BritishGQ in which he compares his fear with Henry's experience.

Nick has been showing multiple times in multiple occasions how he loved Henry and loved playing him. He wouldn't have said "yes" to a sequel if he didn't want to. (I'd also say it's a big deal since Nick has always only played in project that didn't get a sequel, and he consciously decided to agree to it.)

In Nick's career, we can see how diverse and interesting his characters must be. He's drawn to peculiar characters and when he finds one, he puts everything he has to offer into it. This leads him to focus on other characters that aren't the same static one from a year or two ago. (He moves on to the next project, and I don't see anything bad about it.)

Working a lot means schedule conflicts and Nick has always had this problem. If he doesn't work on something new, he rests while doing his little hobbies. (Does he need to attend every social event if he doesn't want to? Do y'all ever rest? And if you don't, can other rest instead?)

I added my personal opinion in parenthesis so it doesn't get confused with the facts. Nick is a human with personal interests, ranked scale of values and personal life.

If you don't want to be a fan, don't be. If you want to be a hater, talk it to the wall instead of harming or annoy others. If you have expectations over other people, learn to manage what you can't control. If you think you're in control of someone else, you're not.

Now, excuse me I'll go back to watch RWRB with Henry played by Nicholas Galitzine, the actor who took his fragile character and held him in his hand, and protected him.

[lesbians-4-riovidal]

if y'all don't stop talking about Matt Murdock when Maya Lopez is RIGHT THERE-

[strongintherealgay]

fr though why are people obsessed with making Ford the skinny twin when they draw him? I get he's a little thinner than Stan but it's not like he was a twig. He even has been shown to have a little bit of a gut and was able to convincingly switch places with Stan. Man has the same genes as his identical twin!

[jujianjes]

I absolutely love how Dead Boy Detectives just goes trending here out of fucking nowhere.

Like, yes, team, let's have a collective brainrot over these teenage supernatural detectives on a random Tuesday.

[arcas-world]

I feel like the hp fandom needs to go back further. Like, why did we stop at harry's parents? Give me his grandparents. Give me Monty and Effie and Minnie and Augusta and Pomona and literally anyone else. I want us to go even more batshit. I want us to create even more OCs, let's make all of their parents and friends and lovers and backstories and happily ever afters. Let's fuck the timeline and go right the way back, fix this right from the 1950s or smth

[byler-alarmist]

Note: It's "Michael," not "Micheal."

-Management

[in-my-loki-feels]

💆‍♂️ with lokius for the ask game? <3

I hope you don’t mind that I went down the au route for this one. 👀 Happy Yee haw Sunday, y’all! 

ETA: Now expanded to a 6k fic on AO3!

CW NSFW

6.💆‍♂️ Massage

“Tough day, Sheriff?” 

Annie wasn’t putting much pressure into her touch as she ran her hands over Mobius’ bare back, but none of Miss Eleanor’s girls were trained like that. They’d been instructed how to release tension the old fashioned way. 

Still, her hands smoothing over his skin felt nice as he lay on his stomach, head turned to the side and eyes closed. It had been a long day and when Miss Eleanor, an old friend, offered a hot bath and a massage—“On the house, for all your hard work, Sheriff”—Mobius had no reason not to accept. The only thing else he had calling his name was an empty house and a bottle of bourbon. 

The water from the bath had drained most of the tightness from his shoulders. Annie wasn’t gonna work out the rest, only help him get closer to a good night’s sleep. And all the girls here knew Mobius well enough not to try tempting him for anything more.  

A light knock at the door sounded before he could answer. 

“Sorry, Sheriff," Annie said with a sigh. "That’s probably Miss Eleanor. I’ll be right back.” 

“Take your time, Annie,” he said, not bothering to open his eyes. If Eleanor needed to pull Annie away for an actual paying customer, he wouldn’t complain. 

He didn’t hear their conversation, but a few moments later the door closed and soft footfalls came back to where he lay. Instead of picking up where she’d left off, Annie laid a single finger at the top of Mobius’ spine, then slowly drew it down the center of his back. That alone was unusual, but something else felt off, something about the feel of her finger. Annie’s skin was soft, unblemished by anything like—

Calluses, Mobius thought. His eyes flew open but before he could push himself up, two hands—larger and stronger than Annie’s—pressed down, keeping him in place as the owner of those hands hopped up to sit astride Mobius on the bed. 

“Now, now, Sheriff,” a familiar, highfalutin voice murmured near his ear. “No need to get up.” 

“Loki Laufeyson,” Mobius ground out, trying to see over his shoulder. There was enough light from the candles to recognize the man pinning him down, even if he couldn’t fully see that telltale smirk.

Loki had been a thorn in Mobius’ side since he took over as sheriff. They’d been playing cat and mouse for weeks, but Loki’d never sought him out like this. Mobius looked towards his revolver, but it was in its holster on the nightstand, well out of reach. 

“What d’you want?” he asked. 

A low chuckle above him made Mobius suddenly aware of the position he was in. Facedown on the bed, unarmed and naked ‘cept for a towel around his waist, with the most notorious outlaw in the West straddling his hips. Mobius could feel the inner seams of Loki’s chaps through the thin cloth and when Loki shifted to lean his weight into his hands, his knees squeezed Mobius’ sides. 

A spark of heat lit in Mobius’ belly, a dangerous feeling. 

“Thought you might want some help relaxing,” Loki said, his tone nonchalant but his grin audible. 

The drag of his hands across Mobius’ skin was so different from Annie’s dainty touch. Loki swept his hands up to Mobius’ shoulders, squeezing with surprising strength for a man who looked like he was missing his three square meals a day. Loki’s thumb found a knot and dug in, causing Mobius to groan. He heard another chuckle above him.

“So tense, Sheriff. What could have caused this?” 

“You know damn well,” Mobius grumbled. 

Loki didn’t respond, focusing on the troublesome spot he’d found, until Mobius felt the muscle loosen under Loki’s touch. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and Loki’s fingers moved on to seek out the next knot. 

Loki worked with startling efficiency. There was no doubt what he was doing was helping, but as the tension in Mobius’ back released, a different kind was building low in his gut. He tried to hold himself still, even as the urge to rock into the bed grew stronger with each sweep of Loki’s hands up his back.  

Then Loki spread his knees a little, putting more of his weight on Mobius as he shifted his hips and pressed an unmistakable hardness against Mobius’ ass. At the same time, he curled his fingers to drag his nails down Mobius’ back. 

“Fuck!” Twin jolts of heat shot through Mobius, making his hips jerk. He pressed his forehead against the bed, hot all over, unable to ignore his erection any longer. 

What the hell were they doing? 

“Loki, what—” He made a strangled sound as Loki’s hands settled on his waist and squeezed. Loki bent down low enough that his hair fell forward to tickle Mobius’ skin. 

“Get some rest, Sheriff,” he murmured in Mobius’ ear. “Might have another long day ahead of you.” 

Then he licked a line up the back of Mobius’ neck, shocking Mobius so thoroughly, he didn’t react when Loki swung a leg over him, getting off the bed as easily as dismounting a horse. Mobius was still recovering his wits when he heard the door close. 

He scrambled up then, but immediately pressed a hand to his crotch, afraid that if Annie walked in just then, she’d see more than he’d like her to. Loki was gone, would be long gone by the time Mobius was dressed enough to give chase. Mobius stared at the door, trying to will his erection away, and wondered what kind of game Loki was playing. 

He could’ve killed Mobius easily while he had him down, slit his neck or put a bullet in his head. Instead, he’d used those clever hands to unwind the knots in Mobius’ back, then slipped away, but not before making sure Mobius knew Loki had been enjoying it just as much as he had. 

Mobius blew out a breath, running a hand through his shaggy hair before reaching for his clothes. He wasn’t going to find Loki tonight, but he wasn’t gettin’ no sleep either. Maybe the answers he needed would be at the bottom of a glass of bourbon, or maybe it’d all make more sense in the morning. Either way, he wanted out of this room before Annie or Miss Eleanor found him in the state Loki had left him.

Prompts are here. Other ficlets here.

[panevanbuckley]

the way esteban and pierre fought cleaner than max and lando today is honestly embarrassing as a fan of them both

[apartmentsmoke]

do the people arguing Buck didn't know he had soot on his face realize that Buck has been a firefighter for seven years, has fought several major fires, and one hundred percent absolutely knows how soot travels or

[kyouka-supremacy]

“Chuuya villain arc” do you think that usually he works for the good guys?????

[backseatsoldier]

Honestly? I'm not sorry, @cod-hr-admin 🤭 it'll be WORTH IT, I PROMISE-

@jeanzoriley-cod who else from the team can we involve to convince him? 🤔

Can I convince you to grow your hair out so I can like... braid it and style it? Is that something that can be done? Please? 🥺

fer 1200 pounds a'll grow it ou'