#gonna hopefully post it tonight!! :)

[godsofwoes]

a rosekiller moment for you:) xxx

edit the link for the fic > beautiful boy

“I am gonna regret this tomorrow.” Evan found himself saying against Barty’s hot mouth, he was against the matters; Barty was spreading his thighs apart, pressing more kisses there, lowering his body. His hands danced on his stomach.

Evan whimpered, lifting his body, wanting more and more. Barty was looking at him, he was now really looking at him.

“I am not going to regret a thing.” Barty replied. And Evan already knew it.

a short snippet of the one shot i am writing for @marauderswithpalestineproject that is gonna be posted later today.

[icantalk710]

🎶 And please allow me to be your anti-depressant

I too am prescribed as freely as any decongestaaaant 💇🏽‍♂️

[littlepikmins]

Fellas, is it gay to make out with your best bro in the lava dungeon?

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

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just a tiny snippet of the natalia fic bc I'm excited about it and I think it might be posted by the end of this weekend👀 this one takes place before the last snippet lol

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It’s a few seconds before he hears the sound of familiar steps, recognizing them immediately. Eddie’s home. Buck hears him coming, hears him stepping on that one squeaky floorboard two steps from the door – they’ve been meaning to fix that for ages – and finally the door opens, revealing a confused but pleased-looking Eddie. He’s in sweatpants and an old, stretched out t-shirt Buck’s pretty sure actually belongs to him, and his hair is all disheveled and flat on one side, like he’s been napping on the couch. He looks so perfect and so cute, and Buck wants to see him like this for the rest of his life.

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[argonaut--keene]

Okay fuck it, even if I don't finish it anytime soon or ever, I have 40 chapters of this fic that have been waiting to see the light of day for years and you know what, they're good, so I'm going to share them. Get ready, it's time to find Another Way

[aidyaiden]

having an hyperfixation is so funny because what do you mean i saw two random guys doing their everyday life in the streets and i came up with a fic idea in like 5 seconds??

[flowerakatsuka]

wip while i'm at woooork~

[m1d-45]

Let it be known that I love writing fluff, and I listen to character audios sometimes. SO! I came up with a cute idea for sagau imposter au. I heard somewhere that Xiao's adeptus form is a bird, so I wonder, what kind of bird? And that got me thinking. Xiao being a little song bird, or perhaps even a cardinal.

Now imagine: while looking for the imposter, Xiao stumbles upon them sitting beneath a tree, just feeding some birds. Said birds are absolutely loving the attention since the creator of Teyvat is giving them food and love!

Xiao watches, rather curious. The creator he knows hates birds, because they always dive and cause problems for them. But now... these little birds have completely abandoned any fear they may hold for human beings, happily landing on the hands and shoulders of this supposed imposter.

So he decides to test something.

Xiao turns into a small bird and approaches cautiously. In his smaller form, he's vulnerable to attack. But the person before him doesn't try to hurt him. Rather, they smile and call him "little friend" as they offer food to him. In his distrust, he bites them with his sharp beak.

His heart shatters when he sees divine blood spilling from the wound.

He's about to fly away, get as far away from here as he can. He found the true creator, and instead of worshipping them, he bit them! He caused them to bleed, he shouldn't even be near them-!

His mind stills when they pet his feathered head.

They murmur kind words to him, apologizing to him. They believed that they had startled him, that he bit to protect himself. They forgave him, they felt no hatred towards him, no anger or disappointment. Instead, they offered some chopped almonds, hoping he'd prefer that over bird seed.

He sang for them as he perched on their shoulder.

After that, he did his best to secretly protect the creator he'd harmed. He would adopt his smaller form and sing for them when they felt sad, and he'd use his human form to guard them from a distance. Yes, it made his chest ache whenever they looked at him with fear when they saw his more human form, but the yaksha only shook it off. It only made sense that you'd be scared. He was a frightening person, one that had tried to harm you before. He refused to try and change your feelings towards him. He didn't have the right.

He would be content to sing for you as a harmless bird.

-sibling anon (sorry if this is out of character for him I just like the idea)

oh….. he’s so soft…..

xiao hovering near the edge of the crowd, at first, drawing your attention since he doesn’t seem to be eating any of the seed you’d passed out.

when he finally hops within arms reach, you reach to nudge some of the food next to him closer, only to quickly whip your hand back. the birds around (on) you all flutter at the sudden movement, but you inspect your finger, the blue blood of teyvat welling up. your instinct is to stick it in your mouth, but that doesn’t seem safe considering a bird bit it, so you dab at it with a napkin.

the bird cries and flaps his wings, distraught, and your heart hurts. poor guy, you probably scared him, moving so quickly.

you pull out some chopped almonds from your pocket. the plan was to have them as a snack, but now… you put a few in your palm and close your hand around it, reaching forward to gently run two fingers over the birds back.

the other birds in the area seemed receptive to that, and this one does too, calming down considerably.

you take your hand back, opening your palm to drop the almonds on the floor, nudging them close before backing off.

“there you go,” you murmur, as the bird dips down to inspect the food. “i won’t hurt you.”

you allow yourself a silent cheer when it eats one of the almond pieces.

you see the small bird fluttering around you often, always on the edge of your vision. it’s easy to identify, the purple patch of feathers on its forehead easily standing out, and you’re always certain to push some food over to it. almonds, not birdseed.

the bird is a dark blue-teal, the underside of its wings a softer blue. it’s like no other bird you’ve seen in liyue, something that quickly catches your attention.

you brush some dirt off you as you stand, noting the way the bird immediately looks up from its food, unlike the others, to flap up into the tree you were sitting under.

you crack a smile, carefully reaching a finger for it. you’re slower this time, cautious of its skittish nature, but it lets you approach. when you carefully pet over its head, the birds eyes close.

your smile grows, and you try not to laugh at how confused the bird seems when you pull your hand away.

“i have to go,” you explain. “the millelith… they’re getting too close again. i won’t be able to see you again, little friend.”

the bird chirps, nearly indignant, and you do laugh this time. putting a small piece of almond on the branch in front of it, you wave goodbye to the other birds, seeing the blue one hadn’t touched the almond.

you frown. hopefully it’ll be alright….

xiao watches you until you’re out of sight, and even then, he stays on the branch.

you…. he’d forgotten you were being hunted by the millelith. he’d forgotten the order to look out for you. he’d forgotten the qixing called you a criminal.

who could blame him? it was easy to forget everything at your side, when you carefully ran your fingers over his feathers, scratching at his jaw with the edge of your nail. yes, he was vulnerable as a bird, but it was easy to be vulnerable with you. it was easy to be open, to sing as best he could in this form, to allow himself close enough to see the way your eyes lit up whenever another bird landed on your outstretched finger.

xiao dropped to the ground, morphing back into his human form. predictably, the birds cawed and flew away quickly. he watched them go, his mind contrasting it with how readily they flocked to you.

you…

he turned to the branch he was on, to the small almond piece left behind. the small symbol of your care, of how you recognized that he didn’t touch the birdseed and instead offered him your own food to eat. normally he wouldn’t lower himself to eating off the ground at all, let along bird food, but almonds weren’t awful and you seemed so happy when he ate..

xiao looked back to where you’d gone, to the sandbearer trees swaying in a soft wind.

he allowed his form to fall away and spread his wings, taking flight on the same breeze that urged you along.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little while longer, if it meant he could spend that time with you.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little longer, if it meant he’d get to spend that time with you.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

ok so like pitch me bushmed. like explain why i should ship it. give me the juice. im intrigued but not convinced rn (please)

Okay so full disclosure: Sniper and Medic are two of my favorite characters and I like mushing my favorite characters together like dolls. I genuinely identify heavily with Sniper tf2 and use him as a representation of myself, and Medic tf2 is a guy I think is really hot and over the years have actually developed like a little fictional crush on. Also my real girlfriend identifies with Medic, so I'm Sniper and she's Medic so we're bushmed irl. I liked bushmed before this, but my more recent surge in interest in it IS bc of this relationship

HOWEVER there is stuff about bushmed, flat and on paper and without any personal stuff, that makes me really like them! I think Medic and Sniper are two guys who are obviously "different" from "normal people" (everyone in tf2 is "different" to a degree, but even among tf2 characters Medic is seen as a sadistic megalomaniac and Sniper is seen as an anti-social recluse [see: how Demo talks about him when he thinks he's not there in comic 4]), in VERY different ways. I think it's not Really that Medic "doesn't realize" that he's different, at least not all the time, but that he's grown to not let it bother him, and I think that would be a really nice really positive impact on Sniper's life. Also there's the obvious element of Medic reviving Sniper in comic 5, which he CHOSE to do, because he wanted to have Sniper back. I don't actually think this "imbalances their power" or anything, I think it makes Sniper supremely grateful to Medic and Medic immensely proud of Sniper and if they weren't into each other before it kinda makes them rethink things. I also just love that element of experimentation as a form of romance thing that Medic ships always get in relation to Sniper - I've seen a couple people say that they think Medic is "too weird" for Sniper, but I disagree! Sniper's probably not as into the hard science of it all the way someone like Engie or Demo would be, but he's still Into watching Medic test the limits of both of their bodies and if anything, enjoys the attention. Romanticizing and eroticizing "unusual" parts of the body and "unusual" interpersonal acts can be suuuper nice when ur a freak, and I think Sniper would appreciate having something like his autopsy scars or his sharp teeth being romanticized or eroticized. I just think someone like Medic, who is like So openly unabashedly weird and horrible and incredible, Really has the potential to bring out a lot of good things in Sniper. They have such a lovely freako scientist/freako test subject relationship. I think I've called it "sexy Frankenstein/sexy creature" in the past and I stand by that. Just adore them

[toastsnaffler]

taking an extra half an amfexa before I leave work bc [redacted] (popular artist) is playing my city tn and I'll need it to cope with how awful the traffics gonna be when I'm on the bus 💀

[bikananjarrus]

to the people who regularly put together those amazing web weaving posts, you have my undying love and affection <333 truly in awe of the parallels y'all weave together

[sexynetra]

WIP WEDNESDAY (for real this time)

Guys it’s actually Wednesday this time I’m not mixing up my days :) also the chapter draft is FINISHED I could cry (I did cry. Many times) I am so excited to share this chapter soon <3333

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They both fell silent for a moment, before Luxx let out a small sigh. “I don’t know how else to get this into your head, babe. If you’re just gonna pin blame on her, there’s no point in apologizing. You’re gonna have to suck it up and be vulnerable and honest to have any shot at fixing things with her.”

Marcia grimaced into her palms. “But I don't want to. I don’t want to deal with any of this shit. Not the Anetra stuff. Not the gay stuff. The maybe gay stuff. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not gay. Probably, even.”

“Probably,” Luxx echoed, tone dripping with sarcasm.

Marcia looked up from her hands to give her best friend a glare. “Shut up. Don’t mock me. I’m being serious. Like. This could have nothing to do with anything. This could all just be about Anetra and have nothing to do with anyone else. Like, I could still be fully straight.”

“Tell me again that story about how you threw up on Bryce after he kissed you at our Winter Formal freshman year?” Luxx smirked.

“That was one time! Anyways, maybe this will all pass once we aren’t roommates anymore.”

“Maybe. You still need to apologize to her though.”

[softgothbabe]

Drank too much and had to very suddenly get off the bus to puke in a bush 🙃

[aurosoulart]

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I finally got footage of my Tilt Five augmented reality gallery display!!

I created the flower in a VR art program, and the glasses display the image by projecting it holographically onto the reflective surfaces.

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[izzy-b-hands]

We're starting late, again, and they have failed to assign me and several other stations a supervisor

Off to a rousing start for the last day of the survey to, in one of the super's words 'take the pulse of this beautiful battleground state'

(I'm trying to ignore that every time she posts this, she posts it occasionally alongside gifs of docs in gloves clearly getting ready for a prostate exam or to take someone's temp rectally. I cannot tell if this is a joke or if she thinks this is a suitable metaphor for our job. Probably both.)

[imdoingawesome]

There’s a deserted field on the very edge of the city, overgrown with wildflowers and long russet grass. The second sun is setting, and you lie there with him, watching velvet darkness creep across the terracotta sky. As the stars appear in the sky, he points them out, names them, talks on and on about where each one is in the galaxy. About the people that live out there, about the strange new wonders that he’s going to find someday, somewhere out in the stars.

You listen. You collect each of his words until you can’t bear it anymore. You tease him, telling him that he’ll never make it out, that he’ll have a boring job and a regular life, just like every other Time Lord. You sift through his answers, his joking replies, and you cling to any shred of hope that he’ll stay. That he wants you to come with him. You don’t find enough.

So you cover his mouth with your hand. He bites your hand lightly and you play at fighting each other, hidden in the tall grass. You straddle him, laughing, and breathlessly say I win! and he says I know! and he pulls you down beside him and he kisses you and kisses you and the drums recede into the background for a time as you undo the front of his robes. As he fumbles at the fastenings of yours. And you place your hand on his neck and drag it down, down, mapping the hollows of his ribcage, marvelling at the way his stomach muscles quiver under your touch. Wondering at the expanse of him, this starry-eyed boy.