#do we fw this

[ilovemenmorethenanything]

do we feel Sarah Jane pelzer around here.

[green-youre-mean]

Okay, so you guys know how like Docm77 sold out Joel's honey shop leading to Joel promptly saying he would be obsessed with the person that did this but what if we make it an College/Adult Au where Joel's obsessive behavior takes over what would happen to Ren because Ren and Doc to me are happily dating/married, Like I know they would never in a million years break up but if they did..  Does Joel wreck their marriage? Like do we make Joel a mistress for Doc.. bc like I  want to make it so that it ends as them being a throuple in which Joel was actually with the both of them behind both their backs and actually a College football/soccer team would be a perfect place for Ren and Joel to bond and like feel eachother out yk bc of scootball. And like the best/worst part is that Joel thinks that they were alr actually a throuple... Like can someone understand what I'm saying? Like does someone out there get what I'm putting down?

Ending 1 Summary: Joel cucks becomes a mistress for Doc (or Ren depending on the situation yk) and the other becomes extremely guilty and would at the end break up with Joel at the very least

Ending 2 Summary: Joel thinks Ren, Doc and him are in a throuple. While Ren and Doc think they are both cheating on each other. A preferably College Au

(This is a fanfic au that I made in my head mostly bc of lack of Joel posts)

[b4g3lbit3s]

once he and stede retire, ed spends a lot of time experimenting with himself. new styles, new clothes, fun stuff he can do with his hair. literally anything and everything because he’s never been able to do that before! and it’s so fun!!!

stede is fully in support of it because duh obviously. it’s become a pretty regular thing for him to go out to town to buy groceries or whatever and come back to find ed all nice and dressed up and pretty. every time there’s something different and every time it’s a very pleasant surprise

so he’s coming back from the market, steps inside, and comes face to face with. a monster. what he looks like is up for interpretation. scales, claws, fur, tentacles, wings, horns. whatever. but point is there is a giant beast sitting right in front of the door and stede just drops everything he’s holding (he will be upset about the bruised fruit later)

one way or another, stede figures out that this is in fact ed and holy shit he ADORES him. stede spends the rest of the evening learning and exploring this new fascinating creature that’s actually his boyfriend???? ed had never dared to share something so secret about himself with anyone else, but god is he glad he showed stede because the reaction he got was priceless.

safe to say that this is definitely up there on stede’s list of surprises from ed

[carovoraree]

pleasw they are so precious to me. please. please.

[narvan-jester]

Y'all do I post that one wings of fire fic I wrote when I was like. 13. Just for fun. It's literally almost finished and I actually like the plot points and the way it was written (even if I was, again, an absolute nerd writing my first fanfic ever). Would that be silly

[wnterslder]

ohhhh my gosh , it's tws as bucky that makes my brain go !!!!! like ?? he's good at playing the role , he's fucking good at finishing his missions , but the people that know him ... like. truly know him , down to a vulnerable state. you can tell that it's tws after all the fabrications he'd tailor specifically for your muse to get them to believe him bc it's all in the eyes

[theblackrook]

The air in the back of the flower shop was thick with the earthy scent of soil and the faint, sweet aroma of blooms. Light filtered through the single high window, casting warm golden streaks over the workbenches and walls. Davout worked methodically, his steady hands carefully transferring love-in-a-mist into terracotta pots, patting the soil down around the delicate stems. Each movement was measured, precise, and practiced.

On the other side of the room, Murat was hunched over a bouquet in progress, his lips pressed into a determined line. The table before him was a chaotic display of blossoms, white poppies with their silky, papery petals; sprigs of laurestine; clusters of pale primroses; and a single peach blossom resting at the edge of the arrangement. Murat's brows were furrowed deeply, his fingers dancing over the stems as if the fate of the world hinged on their placement.

Davout finished with the love-in-a-mist, brushing soil off his hands and onto his apron. Straightening, he glanced across the room. His sharp gaze softened as it landed on Murat, his partner so consumed by his work that he seemed a different man entirely; subdued, almost fragile, as he stared at the bouquet with quiet unease.

"Murat," Davout called gently, not wanting to startle him. He took a step closer. "Are you alright?"

Murat barely glanced up, his usual vibrant energy muted. "I don't know.. I'm not sure if it looks good enough," he muttered, his voice low and edged with uncharacteristic doubt. His eyes flicked back to the bouquet, scanning the interplay of white and soft pinks, his hand hesitating over the peach blossom that sat apart from the rest.

Davout watched him for a moment, considering the arrangement and then Murat's expression. The subtle slump of his shoulders, the way he gently tapped his finger against the table— it was rare to see him like this. Murat's flamboyance and confidence were like a second skin, yet here he was, vulnerable in a way Davout didn't often get to see. Murat glanced over his shoulder at Davout momentarily. "It has to be perfect," he insisted, a faint quaver in his tone.

Wordlessly, Davout's gaze drifted back to his own bench, to the freshly potted plants. His eyes lingered on the yellow carnations for a moment before he moved on. Instead, he selected a stem of ambrosia and a sprig of arnica, finding that their textures and colors complimented the bouquet's softness.

He crossed the room with quiet footsteps, tucking the ambrosia into the arrangement with practiced ease, its delicate blossoms filling a subtle gap. The arnica followed, its golden hues bringing warmth to the cooler tones of the laurestine and primroses. Davout adjusted the stems slightly before using his free hand to brush a stray lock of hair from Murat's face. "You're overthinking," Davout said gently, "It's beautiful."

Murat's eyes scanned the bouquet, lingering on the new additions. Slowly, his furrowed brow relaxed, and the tightness in his shoulders eased. He looked up at Davout, a faint, sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You always know how to fix things," Murat murmured, his voice soft, almost teasing but filled with affection.

Davout leaned closer, his steady hands finding Murat's jaw, his calloused fingertips warm against Murat’s skin. He tilted Murat's face up slightly, his thumb brushing over the curve of his cheekbone. "Only when it's you," Davout said quietly, his words carrying an intimacy that needed no further explanation.

For a moment, The bouquet lay forgotten on the table between them. The warm, muted light of the shop seemed to fade into the background as the world shrank down to the two of them. Murat slowly moved his hand over Davout's, fingers brushing against the rough skin before settling. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if savoring the warmth of Davout's hand against his own. Davout, still cupping Murat's jaw, tilted his head slightly, leaning in to close the small gap between them. His breath warmed Murat's face, and their lips met.

[lamslover]

genderbend JL doodle

[tectinic]

[cellclothism]

what if they kissed . whatever

[break-a-neck]

Sighs dramatically. If only I had the money to get the clothes, I needed to dress cooler.

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[signalsdeath]

Do we fw the new profile layout?

[mikerowavedart]

ocxcanon tf2 im shipping my Angler oc with Sniper and their ship name’s “Hunting Season”

[glitchedvaporeon]

Chat, do we fw my object OCs?

I apologize for the low resolution

[nightlysweets]

[Image description: digital art of Bill Cipher as a baby, held up by his parents. His mother is a blue triangle with two eyes closed and a bow tie. His father is a red triangle with three eyes and a top hat. In the first image, they all look happy, captioned: "Family Matters."

In the second image, Bill's pupil is gone and his eye is blank. His parents silhouettes are grayed out, with a static effect and bloodied. The caption reads: "why did you do it." End ID.]

(ty @anistarrose for ID text!!)

haha. ha

Starts violently sobbing

[torchtour]

if it stained my hands silver i too would wear gloves