#for you my beeloved

[blorbocedes]

Evil unhappy ending ask for lolex please your honor

"Did you know? Did you fucking know?" Logan barged in. His voice gets more American when he's mad. What a shitty fucking way to get fired, to not even know that was your last race.

Alex stills for a moment, before packing his things from Logan's room. "No. How could I have?"

"Bullshit. You had those one on one meetings with James, the ones you wouldn't talk to me about. No one here fucking tells me anything. I'm shut out at the factory. What the fuck, Alex?" Logan is splitting at the seams. He thought he didn't have the anger, it had seeped into something broken, resigned. Losing Benny earlier in the year, Alex being so distant. The writing was on the wall. He knew it was final year in F1, but not like this.

"He asked a hypothetical. I answered accordingly. I don't decide anybody's contract." Alex is taciturn. Matter of fact.

Logan can imagine it, James' smarmy, smug face, posing a hypothetical, of whether a mid season swap is optimising the rest of the season. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense because Logan told Alex late into the night, whispered into his shoulder all his insecurities. How fucking hard it's been, getting a handle on the car. Being thrown into this environment when he wasn't ready and trying to make the best of it, something Alex knew all too well.

"I thought you were my friend," Logan's voice cracks. "You wouldn't even have this seat if George didn't stick up for you. Why wouldn't you stick up for me?"

Alex's eyes narrow. He was going to let Logan keep the hoodie he stole as a sign of goodwill. His voice is cold.

"Sucking my dick doesn't make you my friend. George is my friend. But he, and nobody got me a fucking seat. I've kept mine because I performed. I am sorry you didn't, but you don't get to put that on me. Piss off."

Alex storms off, taking the hoodie with him.

Logan never wants to see his face again. When George kicks him out of the WhatsApp group chat, it's a goddamn relief.

[its-tortle]

tortleeeeeeeeeee

beeeeeee

[lifemod17]

The sunset yesterday looked like the clouds closest to the sun were truly on fire, almost like lava. Knew I simply had to share these with you <3

Sunsets like this really do make you just stop and stare in awe. It’s always better when you can experience it with someone else though, and who better than the sunset lover herself? Wish you could be there, ladybird. I’d stand right beside you against the railing of the landing outside, watching in silence as the sun goes down and the clouds and the sky briefly come alive. You could lean your head on my shoulder as long as you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind. If anything, I’d lean my head against the top of yours in response, or softly pet your hair if you’d be comfortable with it.

Happy timezones Tonee! I hope your day treats you well, or that you can find at least a moment of respite if you need one.

Hold please, let me collect my thoughts so I'm not an incoherent blubbering mess.

Aquaaaaa!!! The pictures were amazing as it is but your message with it is so very sweet I had to restrain myself from letting the dam of tears break so early in the morning when I caught a glimpse of this earlier 🥹🥹🥹

Your sky!!! Oh I am big fan of when the setting sun sets the sky ablaze. I love how even when it's almost buried behind the buildings and trees, her presence is still captivating, that even before you part ways with miss sun, she gives you one last gift. Her own way of saying "hey, I'll be gone for a while, I hope you don't forget me. Here's one last thing to remember me by- something to hold on to, until we meet again next time!"

And that first image, looks like it's a painting!! An actual work of art!!! Like WHAT is happening with those clouds up above??!! Idk, all I know is, I am ENTRANCED by them. I will never tire of saying how lucky we are that we never get the same sunset twice, each one carefully crafted for that day only.

And honey, there is nothing I would like more than to bask in the golden hour glory with you as we sit in comfortable silence and just exist in the moment. A moment where there are no problems or worries, just you and I and the setting sun 💛

[moon-and-stars-selfship]

🎃🍫🤠 for your choice?

Thank you for the ask! I'm gonna go ahead and do Rosaline for the first, the Howl (@virus-selfship's OC)for 2 and 3.

🎃 - Do you enjoy carving pumpkins together?

We absolutely love it. We do at least five pumpkins every year, with at least one being a Luma. She leaves the guts to me but we both have our own pumpkins. She's a lot better at making cute faces, while the ones I make are more goofy. After we're done she works a little magic to make them levitate, and she's said that the candle inside makes the faces flicker like stars~

🍫 - What is their favorite candy/treat?

Starburst. The red ones. Because the red ones are the best. He would assume you're an idiot for not knowing this.

🤠 - What is/was their very favorite thing to dress up as?

He absolutely abhors the idea of dressing up and will not degrade himself by doing so. However, after a bit of pleading and 'negotiating' he finally just grabs one of his lab coats, throws it on, and says "There I'm a doctor." in a deadpan voice. You take what victories you can with him.

[punemy-spotted]

😏🤲🏻🌹🌹🌹💐

Friend I am smoochin' you. So many smooches.

Here's a snippet from Chapter 1 of 16 Tons, again!

You can’t help yourself, really — you smile at him right back, the corners of your mouth tickin’ up despite the cruel scene playin’ out before your eyes, at least until you remember yourself and blink away the vision, If I kept the same hours as you pit boys, nobody’d be gettin’ patched up. Now. You’d best not be tellin’ me you were lurkin’ out here in the pitch dark waitin’ for me to finish my notes an’ close up the Clinic, Curtis Everett. Maybe you ought not have put words in his mouth — or taken’ ‘em out, as the case may be — as he shrugs at you and flashes you a grin you cannot see but are certain of, Then I won’t, Doc.

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

theres no way in hell im apologizing but i love you honey and i hope you know that

Well, no way in the freaking universe am I apologizing cuz it ain't even my mistake, and I love you too, more than you'll ever know

[kissingarthurclaus]

A little concept sketch of my Gravity Falls self insert! And as you can see, she's a werewolf! 0u0

She's normally in her first form when she's out and about, and when it's getting close to the full moon she looks like her second form before going full wolf! During that time period she starts getting a powerful craving for raw meat and she gets really itchy as her fur starts coming in, then the ears and tail follow! (At first glance I'm sure most of the townsfolk would just think she was a furry 😂)

In general she's very cheery, and she exhibits a lot of dog-like behavior (getting excited when the doorbell rings, noticing and perking up when she sees squirrels, shaking her whole body when she gets wet) and she has a somewhat irrational fear of rabies so she's not a very good hunter and actually tends to AVOID wild animals in the forest and stray dogs/cats. When she moves to Gravity Falls she opens a curios and oddities shop with her partner in crime, which a certain conman sees as competition, leading him and the mystery twins to go check it out 👀❓️

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus

@changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer

@in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships @little-miss-selfships @hotrodharts @cupiidzbow @frozenhi-chews @limey-self-inserts @candyheartedchy

[hippolotamus]

🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

Hello, Beeloved! Your sentences, plus a few extra 💖

“Thank you,” she whispers. “My brother would say differently, but I swear I’m not usually like this.”  “It’s part of our charm, I think, as brothers. To antagonize our sisters. I’m sure mine would be all too happy to commiserate with you there.” She smiles again, a real one that reaches her eyes, making them crinkle at the corners. Maybe it’s wrong of him but he’s glad he could do that. It gives him hope that this could work. That they could have a future together.  Maddie isn’t Shannon, but no one ever will be. He thinks that’s part of what his mother’s been trying to drive home. He’s also sure that’s exactly what his mother wants. Someone who isn’t his late wife. Someone who focuses on their needlework and creating a welcoming home. Someone too obedient and timid to stand up to Helena Diaz.  “Evan means well,” she assures him. “I don’t think I could have asked for a better little brother. He cares so much, and so deeply, even though he’s got countless reasons not to.”  Before Eddie can ask what that means, he notices the song nearing its end. There’s already a line of anxious suitors waiting for Maddie’s attention. He wants to get a final few words in while he can.  “I’m glad you have someone looking out for you. Just, um, one more thing, Maddie. Whether you’re normally ‘like this’ or not, I hope you are. Really. It means you’ve got heart. Something that seems a bit of a rarity these days.” She opens her mouth to answer, but she cuts herself off as she focuses her gaze over Eddie’s shoulder. “Evan?”  He hasn’t fully turned before he hears it. The voice he wants to belong to anyone else.  “You.”  Because why would the universe make anything simple or easy for him? Why wouldn’t the persnickety, protective younger brother be the same one who berated him in the conservatory gardens for reasons he still isn’t privy to? The man – Evan, apparently – moves swiftly to Maddie’s side, angling himself between her and Eddie.  “Evan, what are you-” “Maddie, it’s okay. My apologies that I wasn’t here sooner to protect you from this-" Evan sneers, looking him up and down. “It actually doesn’t matter what he is. The point is he’s not worth your consideration. Come on, let’s go.”  Eddie politely steps aside, clearing a path for them to retreat. While he doesn’t know what he did, he’s not going to be the source of any more agitation.

[one-winged-dreams]

I can't believe my first JJK ship art is this bullshit.

I had to do a warmup because i'm working on stuff for friends, so here you go. A reference to this post and its tags.

The cult leader needs his giant monster boyfriend to help him sleep.

You're all getting tagged but no pressure to rb whatever the fuck this is.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @earth-shaker @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@mahitosoulmate @goldenworldsabound @dear-gambler @little-miss-selfships @sunstar-of-the-north

@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

Love it love it love love it !!!!

it caught on in a flash

<33 love youuu my munchkinss

beware! bee scared!

[mandycantdecide]

thank you for the tag @blossoms-and-possums <3

my top nine albums of 2024

high school musical 3: senior year

things are different now - rain city drive

brat (the one with 3 added songs not the remixes) - charli xcx

dead ends and diversions - raleigh ritchie

every night fantasy - omar rudberg

short n sweet - sabrina carpenter

chasing the wind - iamnotshane

blue - billie eillish

found heaven - conan grey

tagging (no pressure): @apassingbird @grapehyasynth @magentamee @youmagnificentbeast @sealingknight

@midnightmoon27 @foreverwithatinygoat @beeloved @alonetogether @daylightaftertherain

& anyone else that wants to do this <3

[gerrystamour]

you are my destroyer [gift fic]

Explicit★OMC Ship★1924 words★Complete

Hey remember that really sad fic I wrote a while back with two OCs? Well those characters are back and you get to see some of their epic lovestory for the birthday of my beeloved Bee @tboygareth!

Happy Birthday Bee!!!!

Sam: mine

Dom: @patchworkgargoyle

CW: Rough sex, idiots in love (they're so frustrating)

Sam sat on the patio of a small cafe, across from a post office where he’d tracked the PO box he’d been sending letters to for two years. He had landed the day before, got himself a hotel room, and had a fitful night of sleep. The plan was to wait until his mark arrived, and then engage. That was it, and yet Sam’s stomach was in complete knots about it.

It was risky, going to Cuba and finding Dom. D’Amore would have his head if he found out, that was for sure. Worse, Dom might side with his father on that. The fact that Dom even went along with this forced exile meant that he agreed on some level that Vincenzo D’Amore had a good enough reason to send him here.

Vincenzo Junior had other opinions on the matter, and Sam always liked following Vinny’s gut feelings more than his own.

He was about to flag down a server to order another coffee when finally, Sam saw his mark.

The man hadn’t changed at all, and yet Sam almost didn’t recognize him. Dom’s dark hair was longer, falling to his shoulders in curls that Sam wanted so desperately to tangle his fingers in. He was still pale, too, despite the sunny locale, and Sam couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up in his chest as Dom slipped into the post office.

With an excited grin, Sam stood up and tossed a pile of bills on the table and crossed the street, following Dom inside.

By the time Sam crossed the threshold, Dom was already standing at the wall of mailboxes, his lockbox still open while he rifled through the mail he’d received. Sam watched him for a moment, taking a silent, fortifying breath when Dom’s shoulders seemed to slump.

Reaching into the breast pocket of his own coat, Sam pulled a letter out and leaned close to Dom. “Excuse me, sir, I think the mailman dropped this,” he said, tone teasing and yet far more earnest than he would have liked.

Dom’s reaction was quick, and the world spun until Sam was slammed back against the wall of lockboxes. His free hand barely caught Dom’s other hand before the man could sink one of his favourite knives into Sam’s gut.

“Watch where you put that thing, Kitten,” Sam purred, smirking down at Dom as understanding and disbelief dawned on his expression. “Unless I’ve been reading your letters completely wrong, I don’t think you want me bleeding out all over the floor, yeah?”

Dom backed away quickly, almost as if he had been burned, looking Sam over as he tucked his knife away somewhere hidden. “How the fuck are you here?” he asked, and Sam was pretty sure Dom intended the question to sound sharp, cutting, but it missed the mark a bit.

Sam smirked, stepping closer to Dom. “Well, you see, Dom, we have these amazing contraptions called airplanes, right?” he said slowly, his mouth splitting his face with a proper grin as he towered over Dom, who was trying very hard not to smile and failing. “You get on them? And they fly you across oceans and shit? Surely, you’ve heard of them?”

“You asshole. Fuck off,” Dom bit out, the corners of his mouth ticking upward.

“I would rather fuck you, if given the choice,” Sam teased, and Dom’s eyes looked him over again.

This time, his gaze was hungry, especially with the way it lingered on Sam’s shaggy hair and beard. Stepping into Sam’s space, Dom grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, just enough to growl in his face, “Come with me.”

Without further ado, Dom let go of Sam and spun on his heel, leaving the post office with a huff. Meeting the curious looks of the post office workers behind the counter, Sam winked and hurried after Dom, following him to a house that looked far too large for just one person to live in alone. Something sad and lonely twinged in Sam’s chest, a painful moment of empathy that had him wanting to hold Dom. The man would never allow it, so Sam would do the next best thing.

They barely cleared the threshold before Sam was slamming the door shut and crowding Dom against it. In a moment of blind, desperate desire, Sam dipped his head as if to kiss Dom, and the other man seemed to tip his mouth upward to accept it. But Sam caught himself, stopped short and rested his forehead against Dom’s, letting their breath mingle in the small, nearly nonexistent space between their mouths. Sam glanced down at Dom’s lips before meeting his eyes. Or he tried to meet Dom’s eyes, but the other man was also looking at his lips.

The fragile moment shattered as Dom sucked in a sharp breath and shoved Sam to his knees. “Put that mouth to proper use.”

Smirking, Sam reached up and literally ripped Dom’s pants open, letting them fall in a tattered heap around his ankles. “As you wish, Kitten,” he said, leaning in as Dom kicked one of his feet free to sling a leg over Sam’s shoulder, sealing his mouth around Dom’s perfect little dick.

From there, it was all heat and desperation, Sam wetly sucking Dom’s dick and licking into his cunt while Dom’s fingers twisted painfully in Sam’s hair. Above him, Sam could hear the thump of Dom’s head against the door as he let it fall back—high, shattered moans exploding from his throat.

Sam lost track of how much time he spent on his knees, as was often the case when he got to have Dom at his mercy like that. He couldn’t even be sure just how many times Dom came before he was being pushed away, Dom gasping a broken little, “Samuele, fuck, need your cock.”

“As you wish, Kitten,” Sam replied thickly, surging to his feet and picking Dom up.

They didn’t make it far, with Dom clinging to him and biting at Sam’s throat. As he stumbled past the living room, Sam turned abruptly and bent Dom over the back of the couch, one hand holding him down while he got his own belt and fly open with the other. When his cock was finally free, Sam wasted no time in lining up and shoving his cock into Dom’s cunt, bottoming out with a slick slap.

At Dom’s sharp hiss, Sam waited, trying to let Dom adjust to the intrusion, but it was certainly a test of patience. “Fuck, Kitten, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasped, hips twitching. He didn’t remember the fit being this snug before.

“Haven’t been fucked lately,” Dom admitted shakily, his nails digging into the leather seat of the couch. Sam tried not to think too much into that statement— it’s not like Dom was waiting for Sam, or that Dom was too hung up on Sam’s cock to have flings in Cuba— but there was still a part of him that was thrilled that he had no “competition” for Dom’s pleasure.

“Well,” Sam started, grabbing Dom’s hips tightly and slowly pulling out. “I’m gonna fix that for the next two weeks.”

The pace Sam set was punishing, brutal and relentless, chasing his own release at that point. He was close, desperate to spill his load inside Dom, hungry to watch his spend drip out of his cunt and down his thighs. Beneath him, Dom was noisy with almost shrill, punched out sounds as he just took what Sam gave him.

Leaning over Dom, Sam propped himself up with his hands on the seat of the couch and pressed several biting kisses to the back of Dom’s shoulder. When Dom threw his head back, Sam shifted his weight so he could gently wrap a hand around the base of Dom’s slender throat, making him arch his back dramatically. Grinding his cock into Dom’s cunt, Sam leaned as close to his face as possible and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

At the soft caress, even as Sam ruthlessly ground his cock down into his g-spot, Dom turned his face toward Sam. With each roll of Sam’s hips, their lips would brush against each other. Not a kiss, but so fucking close it had desperate tears springing to Sam’s eyes.

Blinking the tears away and hoping Dom didn’t notice them, Sam moaned, “Dominik.”

“Samuele,” Dom whined back, his eyes half-lidded and hazy as he tried to meet Sam’s thrusts before he tensed up and clenched almost painfully hard around Sam’s cock.

Dom’s orgasm was intense, the wet heat of him becoming impossibly tight while a hot gush of water spilled around Sam’s cock, down both of their legs, and onto the floor. It wasn’t long after that Sam followed him noisily over the edge, pumping his seed deep into Dom’s cunt as he held their hips flush together.

“Christ, almost fucking forgot how fucking good of a lay you are,” Dom said hoarsely as he shuddered through the aftershocks of his release.

Sam just chuckled and pulled out, dropping to his knees behind Dom to pull his cunt open with his thumbs. “I’m not even close to being done with you today, sweetheart,” he said before licking a firm strip up the messy seam of Dom’s cunt, from dick to taint.

The sun had set by the time they found themselves on the bed, sweat cooling on their skin as they caught their breath. Sam was stretched out on his back, eyes closed with one arm tucked up under his head while the other was wrapped around Dom’s lithe body. The other man was pressed up against Sam’s side, his chin resting on his hand on Sam’s chest. Sam didn’t have to open his eyes to know that Dom was staring, and if the grump was staring he was probably overthinking something.

“Can smell those gears in your head overheating with all that thinkin’,” Sam grumbled, laughing and squirming away when Dom harrumphed and bit one of his nipples.

After they settled again, Dom asked, “Seriously, Sam, how are you here?”

Grunting, Sam shrugged before squawking when Dom bit him again. With a sigh, he kept his eyes closed as he said, “Vinny.”

Dom frowned. “Vinny?”

“Your old man went to Italy for a funeral,” Sam elaborated, shrugging. “So Vinny sent me here.”

There were several beats of silence, and Sam could feel Dom’s gaze on him. It went on long enough that Sam was about to open his eyes to finally look at the man in his arms, but then he felt Dom’s lips against his chest. It wasn’t quite a kiss either, but it was close enough to make that part of Sam that was in love with Dom ache.

“I’m glad you came,” Dom mumbled against his skin, and Sam finally opened his eyes to look down at him.

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling lightly.

“Yeah,” Dom hummed before rolling his eyes with a huff. “It was getting boring here.”

At that, Sam laughed. “Happy to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, and Dom smirked.

“Mm, like the sound of that. Service…” he purred, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Sam’s soft cock, squeezing until Sam hissed. “How quick do you think you can get this back up?”

With a sighing groan, his cock twitching already in Dom’s grip, Sam rolled them so that he was on top of Dom, his hips slotting between pale thighs. “As quick as you want it, sweetheart.”

[camilladerricoart]

It's #WorldBeeDay today! 🐝🐝✨ Did you know I have an obsession with bees? They're one of the cutest creatures I could ever paint or draw for the rest of my life. Their hardworking nature and the way they contribute to our ecosystem inspire me endlessly. 🖌️🎨 Here’s to celebrating these tiny heroes! Share your favorite bee facts or artwork in the comments! Let’s spread the buzz about how important they are. 🐝🐝🌸💛

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#BeeLove #SaveTheBees #ArtInspiration #PollinatorPower #BeeFacts #BeeArt #camilladerroart #beeday #happybeeday

[lifemod17]

Pretty sunset 🥺

@lifemod17 so i heard you like sunsets

[ordinarymaine]

4, 10 & 19 my beloved friend :]

4. movie of the year?

LONGLEGSSSS MY BELOVED LONGLEGS 2024 DIR. OZ PERKINS STARRING MAIKA MONROE AND NICOLAS CAGE. ME WHEN I WORE MY LONGLEGS TODAY

10. something that made you cry this year?

gawd what hasnt FGJFH they call me the crier. ive had plenty of cries over nickillian because they make me utterly sick 2 my stomach. also tf2 comic 7 had me weeping for like 2 hours

19 done!! :) ty my beeloved

[thesunkeptrising]

shrike, would that I

thank you my beeloved 🐝

shrike : what's your favorite bird ?

ughh tough question 😭 I love crows because they're super smart and I see them a lot where I live and I also love toucans because their beaks are colorful and it is fun 🧡

would that I : is there anything you wish you could change about the past ?

absolutely nothing. I feel like every thing I've went through – so far – in my life helped me become who I am today 🥺