#cue the queue

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

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old spooky wip i may finish

[xotyx]

@rosekillermicrofic | May 7th - lush | 362 words | cw: implied sexual content

Barty loved messing about with Evan’s hair, lush and soft as it was, pulling the coils to watch them bounce back into place, to brush the knots out and put them in silly styles, which Evan let him do without thought as he played chess against Peter–and lost, of course.

At the moment, though, they were in bed, grinning–or Evan’s version of grinning, anyway–at each other in the afterglow, a mesh of Evan’s platinum blond hair curled around Barty’s pointer finger.

“You’re beautiful,” Evan whispered into the darkness, as if he had any right to speak on matters of beauty when he was walking around with his face as it was–sharp features looking soft in the low light, lips red and wet from pleasing Barty so thoroughly, hair a little bit damp and stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Unable to stop himself, and not wanting to, Barty leaned in to lick the taste of himself off Evan’s lips, and got lost in it, in how he was simply allowed to lick the inside of Evan’s mouth, how he could feel it on his inner cheek when Evan licked at his teeth, tongue tracing over and over the chip in one from a particular fight with his father.

Having to drag himself away by sheer force of will, Barty leaned their foreheads together, noses just barely touching. “I love you, Evan,” he confessed, as if it were a secret. It wasn’t–wasn’t even the first time they’d said it.

The confession had left Barty’s lips twelve days ago, just as a thank you when Evan refilled his water without Barty even asking, and it had been like a floodgate had opened and neither of them could keep it in anymore. Barty said it whenever he could–every night before they went to bed as if it were a ritual, over and over again as Evan went down on him, a prayer for him not to stop, as praise of his mouth and tongue, and like this, tenderly in a private moment just the two of them shared, no room for even Regulus too peek through the curtains and silencing charms around them and intrude.

[urivs]

[jaskier-n-crowley-diaster-ace]

Edwind being the Fandom bicycle is cheaper and superior than therapy for me

[monstermoviedean]

my heart is about to explode

[shiteatinggrin]

i thought i wouldnt like or get spuffy when i finally got to that part in the show. unfortunately i have to announce i am another spike hater fallen in combat and he has won me over (is it the charm the leather or the accent? truly idk)

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

WHAT THE FUCK

[yr-obedt-cicero]

He had an agile mind and a remarkable capacity to master new bodies of knowledge, and his critical skills were unparalleled. He could analyze the most complex economic and political problems and provide their solutions with apparent ease. It was, perhaps, this genius for analysis that made Hamilton appear a visionary, able to read future possibilities as clearly as most men read past events. Although his wavy chestnut hair, fair complexion, and surprisingly sensitive mouth suggested Apollo, few men were foolish enough to dismiss Alexander Hamilton as a lady's man or a dandy. Those who had crossed political swords with him knew he was a fierce and cunning fighter. Out of respect or hatred, the men who knew him best called him “Little Mars.”

A brilliant solution: inventing the American Constitution, by Carol Berkin

[headoverheelsforramsey]

Based on my real life experience today - I have an ask.

Ethan accidentally because he'd never be this much of a dick says "He needs to babysit" their kids and your MC overhears this.

How does your MC react?

Okay. First of all Ethan would never actually say something like this but I am giving into imagination for a moment.

So if you know about my Future Careers HC, Meera had to fight pretty hard for the director of the trauma centre title, while being pregnant. She actually never got to enjoy it because soon after she went for maternity leave, leaving Naveen to handle it while she was gone. Now coming back into work she was not only nervous about working again but also doubly nervous since it was a new job all over again. At this she suffered with low self esteem and worth issues because she felt like a failure as both a mother and a director.

Finally to take her mind off things, her girls arranged for a girl's night of trashy reality shows, drinks and all the gossips she had missed while being on leave. Ethan was supposed to watch Ishaan, and Meera heard him talk about babysitting his own kid while speaking with a board member. Ethan didn't know she was around, but he was in for a storm when he picked up Ishaan from daycare and decided to say goodbye to Meera before heading home.

"Okay we are all set," Ethan walked through the automatic doors of his wife's new office, carrying his son and the diaper bag.

Meera looked up from her laptop a stone cold expression in her eyes. Without uttering a single word she focused back on her work.

Ethan was confused. The Meera he knew would have come running to hug both him and Ishaan shouted a million instructions and finally give each of them a goodnight kiss before saying bye.

"Rookie, are you okay?" Ethan took a seat across from her looking genuinely confused. "Did anyone say anything?" Ethan knew about how harsh Edenbrook had been since Meera returned to work, and how often it affected his wife's mood.

"Can I have your phone for a minute Ethan?" Meera said, her voice even colder than her glare.

Without any hesitation Ethan placed his phone on her table. He watched as his wife fidgeted with it for just a couple minutes, before handing it back to him.

"I just deleted all the numbers of our babysitters."

Ethan tried saying something but he was so lost he couldn't figure out what would be the best response.

"Since we have you as a babysitter, I figured we wouldn't need another one, given we live together and the baby literally has your DNA," Meera's voice reaching a higher decibel.

It then dawned on Ethan. It had been so trivial he had actually forgotten he had said something like that. Now that he is sitting face to face with the woman who had nurtured and raised his baby for nine months and had undergone hours of labour and pain to bring a new life into the world all he could feel was shame and remorse.

"Meera I---"

"Save it Ethan," Meera didn't need to know what he was about to say. She got up from her desk, packed up her things and took over Ishaan from Ethan. "And yes, please do name your price," her voice cracked tears threatening to break free, "because trust me Ethan I can afford it."

With that Dr. Meera Bose Ramsey walked out of her office, cradling her son, tears streaming her face, and all the ever so bright and genius Ethan Ramsey could do was stare at her retreating figure, hanging his head in shame.

This turned out into a little drabble that I didn't plan on lol. I'm putting my taglist since it has been ages since I posted.

Perma : @starrystarrytrouble @quixoticdreamer16 @coffeeheartaddict2 @liaromancewriter @tessa-liam @gryffindordaughterofathena @crazy-loca-blog @zahrachoices @bex-la-get @potionsprefect @schnitzelbutterfingers @a-crepusculo @custaroonie @aishwarya26 @jamespotterthefirst @rookiemartin

Ethan x Meera : @jerzwriter @wanderingamongthewildflowers @takemyopenheart @mvalentine @cariantha

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed.

[theothermorganh]

I did a sketch 'page' for Maxwell... ignore the blank space. And yes, he is in a dress, It suits him.

I might remove the sticky note once I finish chapter 2....

[pidgeons-cliffbirds-love]

if your gonna draw a fat person. please do not give them a skinny neck and face. that is horrifying.

[xotyx]

Barty making Dorcas stop in the middle of the highway every time he sees roadkill so he can get out and pick it up so he can bring it to Evan

[urivs]

[jaskier-n-crowley-diaster-ace]

Dream opening the shower curtain: Hob Gadling, do you know where- stop screaming- do you know where the biscuits are?

[princessmisery666]

This was very disappointing, I thought it was a create your own Zaddy 🤣 like pizza 🍕 but a man 👨🏻