#happy serotonin sunday!

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Happy Serotonin Sunday ❤️💜💞 pretty please feel free to share anything that has helped bring you joy in the past week~

I've had a chaos of a week *from friend emergencies to outings and to getting everything together for a trip* but it's been oh so lovely- (well i think- I am kind of looking it from "the week is finally done" pov 😭😭)

But- this Friday I went to see Peter Noone and the Herman's Hermits! A few things I didn't know was my "uncle" after I was "you're going to see them without me?!" to my father and him (in late may)- he had gotten me second row- row b (theb- deobi hehe) to see them. He kept going "you gotta sort your tickets but kate sits in row b" and 🥺

Anyways- I got to see him perform so many cool songs- but if you know how down bad I am for the monkees rn- *my feed was solely monkees for a while* I nearly let out a yelp when he started a Davy Jone's impersonation and then started performing Daydream Believer. 😭😭 I felt that it was vv much for me- and then we got to have a *FREE* meet and greet- 😭 but then I saw fucking picture of MIKE NESMITH (my favorite monkee) BUDDY- MIKE NESMITH WAS ON THE POSTER WALL!??! And I got to talk to a fellow Nesmith fan?!?! She was in her 60s- and it was the first time I met a fellow nez fan-

Then ofc- I did get to meet *and get a photo w/* Peter Noone~ He was so sweet- "You were smiling so bright in the crowd!" It was so fun- ik I'm gonna see a tbz concert vv soon- but this??! Ugh- it was so fun!! I had him sign my ticket- and then I got to meet the guitarist and got a photo with him too-

[There were many little moments- but these were some of the highlights!]

[parfaitblogs]

making the bed ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your night crumbles around you, and spencer is happy to pick up the pieces. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: hurt/comfort  tags: established relationship. (prior) alcohol consumption. reader is semi-drunk (but sobers up). post drinking depression. healthy alcohol information/discussion 🫡 word count: 2.1k a/n: do not read too much into this for you will begin to question why i still enjoy going clubbing. (joke...) 😄 plsss tell me if u liked this or even if u didnt thank u i love uuuuuu

Alcohol is a depressant. 

You remembered the God awful lecture your boyfriend had given you when you woke up one Sunday morning with this feeling of existential dread, and nothing to pin it to. A ramble about how alcohol can temporarily increase the body's production of dopamine and serotonin when entering, causing a worse crash of both chemicals when it leaves. Leaving you, evidently, depressed and anxious after a big night. 

You knew that. 

You also knew how quick you were to seclude within your mind when you were with people. Too many drinks and not enough social interaction tended to lead to your own isolation, sitting on the outer edge of the booth, absentmindedly playing with the charm on the end of your phone. 

The room no longer spun the way it had an hour ago. You missed when it spun. When it spun, you weren't thinking about how little you had to contribute to the conversations your friends were having. You weren't tallying up how many drinks you had already drank, then falling flat when you realised you couldn't remember, and that was a thought more horrifying than knowing it was over ten. You were fun, when the room was a carousel. 

Now, it's simply overwhelming. Loud chattering from both your table, and the surrounding ones. Clinking of glasses at the bar. A sports game on the television across the room. Balls on a pool table being dispersed for the first time in a game. Dancing feet. Music. People. So many fucking people.

Your phone buzzes against the table, and you pick it up before any of your friends could turn their heads to see where the vibrations were coming from. You figured they were too drunk to conclude it was you, anyways. Or to care. 

Spencer had texted you fifteen minutes ago to check in on you, and though it wasn't long ago, you not responding immediately in a flurry of half strung together sentences and emojis was worrying for him. That was probably why his name was now lighting up your screen, a funny photo of him mid-bite of an ice cream as his contact photo, enlarged. 

You hadn't responded for no reason other than the fact that you had no will to. Which should've been a big enough red flag to yourself that you should text him, and you should ask if he can pick you up. Thankfully, he loved to prove how well he could read you, and he was calling you anyways. 

"Hi," you mumble into the phone, angling your body away from your friends, hand held up to your other ear to block out some of the noise the best you could. 

"Hi," he parrots back to you. "You okay?"

An automatic yes manifests on your tongue, but you're quick enough to keep it to yourself before you can lie to him. Instead, you let out a quiet, "No."

He seems to have expected that answer, for he leaves no silence in between your admission and his response. "What can I do to help?" He also seems to be expecting your hesitance at asking him for anything that would require him to move, because he adds, "I can pick you up. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yes. Please?"

"I'm already leaving," he tells you, and you can hear his shoes against the wooden floor of his apartment to confirm that. "Did something happen? Are you safe?"

"No, nothing happened. I'm safe," you reassure him. "I started feeling sick so I stopped drinking an hour ago. Now I'm just sad."

"You remember what I told you about it being a depressant?"

"Vividly," you mutter, and while it isn't meant to be funny, you hear him huff a short laugh anyways. It makes you feel a little better. 

"It's important to know," he defends. "I'm sorry I shared important information with you."

"Mm."

Your lack of a verbal response was expected, but he still hated the sound of it regardless. You heard him sigh. "I have to hang up now. I'll be there in forty minutes. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

No matter how much time had passed, your head lifted every time the door — that your group was so conveniently close to — opened, letting in a rush of cool air and sobering you up with every hit of it. 

True to his word, Spencer was entering the bar after forty minutes, face scrunching up at the sudden onslaught of noises and visual stimuli. Same boat as you, only he had not a drop of alcohol in his body. At least you weren't crazy about it being overstimulating. 

"This is why I don't go to bars," he says once he's approached your booth, and you had stood up next to you, his hand finding an automatic place on your waist. 

"It's usually not this bad," you tell him, but he decides not to ask you anything else upon hearing just how exhausted your voice sounds. You're grateful for that.

The goodbye to your friends is quick, Spencer rattling off a lie about him needing you home for he had work early the next morning, and you only had one key to the apartment. Even the friends who knew that wasn't the case didn't comment on it, and you made a pointless mental note to thank them for it later. You knew you wouldn't. 

The drive home was even faster. Silence, aside from the rush of the wind from your slightly cracked window as Spencer drove, that helped the sick feeling in your stomach from the alcohol you had consumed. 

It didn't seem to help the hollowness of your chest, though.

You weren't sure if anything would, really. A chemical imbalance in your brain — even one as temporary as the deflation from being drunk — was hard to fix without medication. It would go away, yes. But then you would make the mistake of drinking once more, and you would find yourself back in this brain peeling predicament. 

You showered alone. Despite Spencer's offer to join you, and your own personal desire for him to be there with you. It didn't help your fogged mind at all, and you were exiting the bathroom feeling like you had retreated further into your bones. Every movement felt clunky, your skin a heavy coat to your skeleton, restricting your movement down to short shuffles and barely lifted arm movements. 

He was reading when you reentered your bedroom, and you've never seen him put a book and his glasses back on his bedside table faster. He looked visibly tired. Keeping himself awake a seemingly difficult struggle, that you could feel your body heading towards to as well. 

"Hey," he says as you climb into the bed, and he's very patient as you figure out what position you want your bodies in. Head on his chest, but next to him, you had decided on, and his fingers entangled into your hair.

"Hi," you mumble, staring up at the ceiling, counting brush strokes of the paint, as if it were possible to.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

You huff at the phrase, tilting your head upwards so your eyes could land on him. "Do you have a penny?"

He pauses, then angles his head closer towards yours. "Okay, kiss for your thoughts?"

"That'll just distract me."

"Is that what you want?"

You should say no. Arguably the last thing you should be doing when you're sad is let intimacy with your boyfriend distract you. But then again, you're not the best advocate for healthy coping mechanisms anyways. 

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" he muses, and his lips brush against yours. Your heart flutters. 

"I don't really know what I want," you settle on telling him, honestly. "I want my brain to shut up."

His body deflates beneath you, and you feel guilt chip away up your spine at the killing of the less depressing atmosphere. 

"Sorry," you mumble.

"No. It's good. Be honest with me," he reassures you, quietly. His fingers tap at your scalp, "What's going on up here?"

"I'll cry if I try to verbalise it."

"Crying's good for you, you know," he hums.

"I'm pretty sure I still have eyeliner in my waterline. I'll just stain your sheets," you retort. 

"Yeah, probably. That's fine."

You're silent for a few moments, gathering your thoughts in your brain the best you could despite yourself, before you sit up, his hand dropping to the bed beside you.

"I just don't like being... here? Out? I don't know. I'm just really sick of being sad every time I drink. Is there something wrong with me? Did you get sad whenever you drank? Everyone else I know loves going out for drinks because they have fun and they're giggly drunks, or they're clingy drunks. And if I drink too much then I'm a fucking sad drunk, and I'm the only person I know that gets that way. I want to be normal."

He's silent your entire rant, and then some, waiting for your heaving chest to slow, having caught the few tears that slipped down your cheeks. You were grateful — you needed that time.

He reaches a hand out, and you let him tug you back down to the bed, slotting your body atop his own, just so he could see you properly. 

"To answer your question, no, I didn't get sad when I drank," he says, brushing your hair out of your face, before his hands rest on either side of your face. "But I wasn't really happy, either. I just talked more."

"You already talk a lot."

His lips twitch. "I do. Double whatever you think my worst is, and that was me drunk. Focus on the part where I said I wasn't a happy drunk, please."

"But you weren't sad. So there is something wrong with me."

"No, there's not. Alcohol is a depressant," he punctuates his words with a kiss to your nose, which you gratefully accept despite your emotions. "Are you willing to give up alcohol as a whole?" 

"My friends will think I'm boring, then."

He hesitates in his response, but ultimately settles on asking, "Do you think I'm boring because I don't drink?"

"No. Obviously not. And you have a real reason for not drinking, so—"

"—and being sad isn't a real reason to not drink?"

Taken aback by his sudden sternness, you go quiet, breath hitching within your throat. He was right, ultimately. No reason is reason enough. You knew that. 

Sensing your discomfort at his tone, he expels a breath of air and lowers his hands down to your hips. His voice drops to something a little less harsh, as he murmurs, "You are allowed to not want to drink alcohol if you don't like the way it makes you feel. If your friends think you're boring for that, then they're not worth it."

You silently nod your head, beginning to curse your emotional regulators. For while you had kept your tears at bay for the vast majority of this conversation, it seemed all it took was the gentle rubbing of circles onto your hip bones, and a fact checked piece of life advice from your boyfriend to make you cry. 

"Sorry," you sniffle, dropping your head to the crook of his neck to hide your newly tear stricken face. 

"Crying's good for you," he repeats his earlier words, and feels you nod your head. "You don't have to decide tonight. I'd encourage you not to, actually. You're technically still intoxicated."

"I'm sober," you protest, weakly. 

"Okay, honey." He's only agreeing with you to wane any further argument. "I don't think your friends will think you're boring, though, if that's any help."

"I don't think they will either."

He nods his head, and you're relaxing against him a little more. 

"Are you just trying to not be the only loser who doesn't drink?" you mumble, voice muffled by his skin.

"You've caught me."

He relishes in the laugh that leaves your lips, and he places the gentlest of kisses on the side of your head, which prompts you to lift it to look at him again. 

"You're not a loser for not drinking," you say, and his lips pull into a smile. 

He leans his head up, brushing his lips against yours, despite the mix of mint toothpaste and alcohol on your tongue. "I know. You wouldn't be either."

"I know."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[milkoomi]

live in tranquility. ᥫ᭡

life is full of ups and downs, right turns and wrong turns, and moments of joy and torments of anguish. we all desire to live a life that only ever brings us happiness and peace, but to fulfill that wish we must provide ourselves the diligent work to make our dreams a reality.

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — habits to incorporate

include a weekly reset

whether it’s a friday or a sunday, start incorporating a weekly reset into your routine! whether it’s doing a deep clean of your home/room or doing an everything shower and pampering yourself with an at-home spa day, or maybe a mix of both, start your week off with a good refresh of everything that you feel needs to be reset.

things to do for your weekly reset:

change your bedsheets

treat yourself with a face mask

give yourself a little mani-pedi

dust your shelves & clean your floors

wipe down your windows & change/wash your curtains

clean your mirrors

do laundry

journal & reflect on your week

plan for the week ahead

do/touch up your lashes

make your bed every morning

i’ve touched on this in a previous post where i discussed boosting daily productivity, but i also wanted to add this point in this post as well! not only does this habit make you feel more productive, but i find that making your bed can be something very calming. you’re freshening up your sleeping space and there’s something about making your bed look all nice and pretty that just releases some kind of serotonin in my brain!

this can be a really peaceful task. i’d recommend putting on your favorite music or a relaxing morning playlist while doing so to really set the vibe for yourself!

gratitude journal in the morning & at night

one of the first things i do in the morning is create a small list of things that i’m thankful for. whether it’s being able to wake up and live another or getting to see the sun rise, talk about what you’re thankful for at the start of your day. it soothes your mind and i find that it also helps to alleviate any stress that might be weighing my mind down. practicing gratitude and including that habit daily has helped me find all the joys in my life, no matter how big or small! it helps you find happiness and peace in even the smallest things, and i promise you that practicing gratitude will help you live a more peaceful life.

daily affirmations

sometimes we need to be the ones to tell us that we’re proud of ourselves or that we’re beautiful or that we’re strong enough. affirmations, either at the start or end of your day (or even both!) can help provide that extra motivation for yourself.

affirmation examples:

“i am more than capable of achieving my goals no matter how big or small.”

“i am enough for myself and those i love in my life.”

“i am proud of all that i have achieved.”

“i am worthy of love, especially from myself.”

make yourself a cup of coffee or tea

there’s something so calming about making yourself a cup of coffee or tea. whenever i do so, and i’m stirring the mix all my little ingredients together in my favorite mug, i always stir clockwise and repeat manifestations in my mind. in my own practices with my spirituality, i’ve learned that going clockwise brings forth your desires (and counter-clockwise releases anything you want to let go of). adding this into my morning ritual prepares me for my day and when i drink that cup of coffee/tea it’s as if i am absorbing the things i manifest for myself!

୨ৎ — release your emotions

bringing up journaling again here, but seriously, get all those negative thoughts and feelings out. do a brain dump of all that you’re thinking. take time to process your emotions. let it all out. maybe even put on sad songs to cry to, maybe ask a trusted loved one (but make sure it’s okay with them beforehand) to talk about everything you’re thinking/feeling, or— if you’re able to— seek therapy!

i feel like i live a much softer and more peaceful life now that i’ve allowed myself to be vulnerable with my loved ones, my therapist, and even myself. we’re allowed to have vulnerable moments and we’re allowed to feel the feelings we have, but we have to make sure we release those negative thoughts and feelings in a healthy manner.

i’ve been in therapy for almost 7 years and the growth i’ve experienced throughout all those years has truly been so refreshing. it almost feels magical, and i’m so grateful that i have the resources to help me manage my emotions and mental health.

୨ৎ — let go of unhealthy consumption

when we consume media that brings us down or when we surround ourselves with the wrong people, we just add unnecessary stress and negative feelings onto our plates. i have a post that discusses THE ART OF LETTING GO so i recommend checking it out for a more in-depth conversation on what to let go of and how to let it all go.

living a peaceful life means releasing yourself from gossip and drama, banning content/media that makes us sad or angry, and leaving people who make us feel bad about ourselves or who might influence us to partake in unhealthy or risky activities. you have to let go of those things that no longer serve you. we can always start with small steps, and the best place to start is with the media we consume.

media to consume:

self help books/videos

educational books/videos/movies/shows/podcasts

follow creators who motivate you to be the best version of yourself for yourself

watch shows/movies that make you happy

listen to music that makes you feel good

read books that bring you joy

୨ৎ — create vision boards

one way i love to manifest my dream life is by creating a vision board. i always create one at the very end of the year, but i want to try doing a vision board for each season! doing this can help you visualize what you want for yourself and your life, and most times when we don’t even realize it, we actually have those visions and dreams become a reality!

creating vision boards can also be a nice, little relaxing hobby for yourself too! getting your creative juices flowing can create and manifest so much inspiration and motivation!

vision board ideas:

yearly vision board

academic vision board

career vision board

lifestyle vision board

fashion/style aesthetic vision board

୨ৎ — final notes

what are some activities/habits that make you feel at peace?

a peaceful life is achievable! as with many things like gaining confidence, ace’ing exams, or getting promoted at your job, it takes work. if you truly want it, work for it! sometimes, the things we deserve are things we have to get for ourselves.

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[fluff-n-cookies]

Thinking about yandad Dabi and his child who's now around 9-11 years old. Your writing has absolutely captivated me <3

Dabi starts getting more possessive, more protective, and certainly more assertive. He's your dad, after all—you HAVE to listen to him, no? It's too dangerous to go outside without him keeping an eye on you, you're still so tiny and fragile. He'll be damned if his kid steps foot out of the apartment without his say so, no ifs or buts.

After a long day of setting people on fire and committing various crimes, Dabi just wants to scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug and plop down onto the couch to snuggle his baby, paying no mind to your complaints.

While he's soft and affectionate towards you, it's a completely different story when it comes to others. Dabi is ruthless and aggressive, destroying anyone and anything that may try to take you away–much less harm you. It doesn't matter how small, Dabi will turn it into ashes without remorse. If you somehow figure out about his actions and try to make a run for it? He'd be crushed, obviously–Dabi can't stand the thought of you fearing him. Rest assured, he'd track you down and bring you back home, suffering you in cuddles while scolding you. He's your dad–you need to listen to him.

(Btw sorry about how long this became didn't realize I was ranting)

omg hi???? thank you for gracing me with this masterpiece??? wtf???? (lovingly)

For those who don't know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

and this is all so fucking true. I plan on making a longer fic on this (sorry to say that I haven't drafted it yet, I'm working on overhaul posts)

but he's so paranoid, so utterly terrified 24/7, he dead bolts all the doors and windows at night and only lets you go outside between 11 AM and 5PM unless it's for school.

speaking of which, he hates them for giving his baby so much homework and taking away from their time together buuttt he genuinely believes you need to get your education, don't skip out on highschool like he did.

and he does this thing, this god awful thing, after dinner, after your daily shower, and after getting you all nice and snuggly for bed and into your cat pajamas. he'll do this thing where he'll hold you tight to his chest while he flicks through the news channel.

now normally this would be fine, perfectly fine, if I weren't for the fact he either goes to true crime channels where they display the horrific acts of villains (himself included) live. he tells you that the world is a horrifying place, that that's how he burned himself, how painful it was, the scorching flames. he doesn't mean to traumatize you, it's just to warn you!

either that, or he'll go to news channels covering endeavor's problems, scandals, recent missions, interviews. please don't ask who that strange man with eyes like yours is. he'll hold you tighter and say in the lightest voice possible. "he's a bad man, don't you dare go near him, he'll hurt you like he hurt me."

don't say anything else after that.

he's just tired, so tired, and you're there, right when he gets home after running "errands". you're his reminder of what he's working towards, this future with no heroes and no pain that he's trying to build. the revenge he longs for and the aftermath where you thrive. really, you're the reason he gets up in the morning these days, the reason he stopped smoking in the house, the reason why there's no more beer in the fridge, only tenderly made lunches that he makes every Sunday to prepare for the week.

you're like this stress ball, this hit of Serotonin and Dopamine and what not. every time you smile he can feel his heart clenching. when he looks at you, he sees the boy he once used to be, happy. you're so happy, so pure.

he refuses to let you go out much, his reasoning being that the world's a terrible place. when you ask what's his job, what he does at "work" every day, he only chuckles.

"Oh baby, I'm trying to makes this world a better place, my job is to try and stop all the bad things from happening. I'm a type of... Freedom fighter, really."

and he so, so, so so so so so so sweet to you. you have never known Dabi, ruthless arsonist and serial killer. you have never known Touya, a boy lost in his own insanity and deprivation of paternal love. both are vicious, people, downright insane. one's a criminal the other's incapable of ever recovering from his own madness and fury.

the only person you know is your Dad, Dad's a nice guy, he plays doll house and dress up with you and watches cartoons with you every morning before school. he lets you wear his jacket when you're cold and left yours at school in your cubby, and he takes you out for donuts or ice cream monthly. sure, he doesn't have money, he can't buy you that many toys and sometimes they turn the light off because he missed too many bills, but he loves you. that's all you need to know.

Dad is a kind person, he's not Dabi or Touya, he's definitely not a hero. he's your dad.

And Dad does the best job of gas-lighting you to hell and back. you want to go outside after 5 or before 11? welp, he's not coming with you, sorry honey, maybe tomorrow. what do you mean you'll go anyway? the boogeyman'll get you! (it's him, he's the boogeyman, he knows you won't last a second out in the real world with your loving father's help and he's going to exploit it the moment you start to show independence.)

but it's very unlikely that Dabi would ever even get the chance to do this when you're 9-11 years old, you know why? because you'll be in Endeavor's custody by then. I refuse to elaborate since then I'll be spoiling the plot of Part 3 and I don't want that.

P.S. you wanna be tagged?

[glittertrail]

YES THIS IS GORGEOUS

by unpopular demand, I'm back! We're throwing a giant costume ball in a fancy castle for Halloween. The grander the better. There's no budget constrictions to take into account, the world's your oyster, tell me, what would you go dressed as? How would it look? Does the party have a theme? If you were to host it what'd be the vibe? Where are you usually found at in parties? 😊

you're back by POPULAR demand!!!!!!!!!!!

If we celebrated Halloween down here it'd be in spring, I'd love a nature/forest themed party? Critters, witches, DnD characters, plants. I'm usually not at parties <3

Costume wise, I'm thinking Lucy Gray Baird if she was designed by Sasha Colby, with lots more emphasis on the snakes. I'd keep the pretty leather boots and the shape of the dress, but make it darker + add rings, golden jewelry, snakes wrapped around her arms, lace and see through fabrics... Maybe some witchy elements, I love leather pouches and reading people's palms at parties.

[sitp-recs]

Hello dear Liv! I just wanted to pop into your ask box and tell you how ecstatic and grateful I am to see you around again. I missed you dearly — as one of my favourite reccers and someone who is so integral to my (and so many others’) fandom experience, it is such a gift to have you back! Your reclists are the most thoughtfully curated and crafted with so much love and care. What you do is so, so, so important and I am thankful everyday to share this space with you. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for everything you do!! All my love <3

Ahh Kat!!! This made me tear up first thing in the morning, I was not expecting to start my Sunday feeling so emotional 🥺 thank you for taking the time to write such a kind and generous message. I’ve been around, just not as active as I used to be a couple years back. 2024 has been full of ups and down (not just for me, I’m sure!) and it’s hard to stay engaged when you’re not reading much. At some point I completely lost my muse for single recs, but I loved hearing your thoughts on the lists - they were not the initial purpose of this blog but I’m happy to serve as long as people find them helpful :)

Your message was very special and a great boost of serotonin, thank you my darling! I hope you’ve been taking care of yourself, and here’s to hoping that 2024.2 will be generous and give us time and energy to enjoy fandom at its fullest 💜

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with edging and a ruined orgasm as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🌒 Switch Out The Batteries by istajmaal, LoadedGunn

(E, 88k, sex dice) Two years after meeting in a sex shop, Harry's just returning to Louis from a month-long tour in the States, and they come up with a wholesome bonding exercise.

🌒 a cage for every ugly spirit by sarcasticfluentry

(E, 15k, Lent) First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.

🌒 you're stumbling like the nazarene by sarcasticfluentry

(E, 13k, Lent) Harry hasn't had an orgasm in six weeks since he gave them up for Lent. On Easter Day, he has five.

🌒 You Kill My Mind by Graefin

(E, 13k, dom/sub) Harry has always been ashamed to reveal his kinks to friends and partners alike. One day he meets a man who seems perfectly designed for him and they embark on a wonderful, sex-filled exploration journey.

🌒 into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

(E, 11k, first time) Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.

🌒 Yes Daddy, I Will by @fournipplesau

(E, 9k, daddy kink) the one where Harry distracts Louis while he works and gets the punishment he deserves, and so badly wants.

🌒 Tingle running through my bones by @lunarheslwt

(E, 5k, dom/sub) Harry wants a new toy, Louis knows what he needs, and Harry gets more than he bargained for.

🌒 audacious by alongthewatchtower

(E, 5k, dom/sub) It's not a condom in Harry's pocket. It's not a hair tie, either.

🌒 Cross the Line and Back Again by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(E, 4k, jealousy)  the one in which Louis gets back at Harry by withholding sex long enough for him to turn into a horny, quivering mess and then makes sure he can't walk straight for a week.

🌒 Reverse This by larrysh0me / @larrysh0me

(E, 3k, canon) When Harry is caught touching what is not his, Louis gets creative with his punishment...

🌒 The Edge of Madness by smuttythings

Louis being edged by Harry, kept close to orgasm without being allowed to come. 

🌒 isn't it delicate by stretchmybones / @harryslonecurl

(E, 1k, dom/sub) Harry takes Louis' fist and Louis worships Harry's body.

—Rare Pairs—

🌒 Knick-Knack, Patty-Whack by queuedepoisson

(M, 3k, Louis/Liam) Louis might have gotten the first hit off that morning but Liam doesn't want the game to stop quite yet, but what if it goes farther than it ever has before?

🌒 Replay by orphan_account

(E, 3k, Louis/Liam) "Replay" is a part of Louis & Liam's control play.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

I know I may be a little bit early, but Happy Serotonin Sunday!! 💐✨

Pretty please feel free to share anything that has helped bring you joy and create a smile 🧸

Pretty please take care and love ya bunches 💞

And I'm a little bit late! But a very Happy Serotonin Sunday!! 🥺💖 And it's special sunday too! It's the first sunday of the month! Usually, it means it's supposed to be bound with luck. (If I remember correctly of course). So may this month be lucky for us! Since I've been sick this week, I've kind of just been holed up in my room. But the last time I was sick, I got into the boyz. And this time like last time, it's like they helped me get through it. Laughter is the best medicine~ (I say as I took ample amount of cough syrup and rest). But anyways it was good because I got to catch up and watch some content I've been wanting to see! And it brought me lots of smiles and laughs.

I'll be doing my best to take care!! Pretty please take care of yourself too!! Love ya bunches! 🥰

[anevergreenknight]

it's my bday month (everyone has to be nice to me. Please.) but I've already started feeling the weight of it Saturday morning. I don't know why— bday months for me always seem to get me sad and quiet. I keep thinking about and regretting the mistakes I've made in my life. I feel so behind.

I know I shouldn't be living in the past and I don't or at least try not to, but on my bday month it's always difficult to do so.

Maybe it's the medications that I've been taking, but last week I felt numb. I was really out of it. Or maybe that's just the feeling you get when you take care of a baby from 6am till 4pm? Or maybe it's a combination of both— me on medications while babysitting all day. With 3hrs or less of sleep. Sigh. I need to work on that.

I'm rambling — I'm going to try to be kind to myself this month because it's going to be a difficult one 😅

I'm limiting myself on this app this Sunday, BUT not before queuing up some of my favorite sexy posts, text posts, and other posts for the day. Queuing them actually gave me a little serotonin boost haha.

Okay. Sigh— happy bday month for me 🎉 woo

[likeawolfatthemoon]

Happy Sunday, swifties in my phone ❤️❤️🫶🏽 Last week we all had to say 'Goodbye' to the Eras Tour. What remains are the memories. So (if you want to share) what was the best Eras Tour moment  for you personally? Did you go to a concert? Win the Mastermind game? Had a special moment during a live stream? It can be anything. For me it was my eleven-year-old daughter completely losing her mind during the 1989 set (bouncing, dancing, singing her heart out, being so happy). She had been ill with a high temperature the whole week before the concert and she almost couldn't go, so it was special to see her smile again. I hope the person who reads this has a wonderful day (yes, you 🫵❤️)  Jessi 

jessi this is so sweet (and from a while ago) but it makes me so happy!! i am glad taylor's music is something that you get to share with your daughter. i love seeing baby swifties out there being the cutest, it gives hope for the world lol

my favorite memory of the eras tour was attending with my best friend @chairmanofthetpd. fearless and rep sets the absolute legends that they are. two completely different vibes but just pure energy and emotion and nostalgia. realizing long live was staying on the set list (kc n2) and that, consequently, we were getting to scream long live in a huge stadium with taylor. cliche answers, but literally screaming "shade never made anybody less gay" and "what shame she's fucked in the head" and "fuck the patriarchy" and actually all of atw10 at the top of your lungs with taylor swift, top of the list of serotonin release triggers.

and honestly, streaming shows and liveblogging them on tumblr dot com, some of my happiest moments of the past two years. because enjoying things along with other people who enjoy that thing >>>>>

[frociaggine]

Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :3

❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm watching Love Lies Bleeding tomorrow!

also running a local road race on Sunday which is gonna be FUN

it's almost strawberry season!

I've booked a fun trip for the summer

so much sports related serotonin this week... I'm flying

[orsomethinggaylikethat]

Birthday celebrations always make me reflect on my life from the previous year. This year one word kept popping up. Love. 1 day from turning 29 and this is what I think love means.

Love is the moments caught in between the actual poses.

Love is the happiness you give to one another.

Love is patience and understanding.

Love is respect and growth.

Love is Her.

[browneyeddevil]

As per @rainymyx request here’s the Pomeranian that I walk and occasionally dog-sit that I plan on dressing as Paddington Bear for Halloween 🎃

Happy sunday and enjoy the serotonin boost :)

[sp00kymulderr]

22nd Oct.

Hm this week has been weird. It started off well, it's ended pretty nicely (the SNL surprise really gave that much needed serotonin boost). But in between was kid of...meh. I have a few weeks left of my contract at work and the looming end of my job is definitely starting to weigh on my mind. I am so so lucky that I have a job to go back to after this one but I'll be moving down from management to entry level, losing pay and going back to full time work so there's a lot to consider next month.

I had an (kinda unsuccessful) date this week, but it was nice to get made up and go out at least. I really do need to keep on trying with this dating lark, it's nerve-wracking but...there's a bit of hope in me still. I watched TUWOMT for like the millionth time for a happy boost (Javi G baby ily). Oh and I got this bracelet lmao I have been wearing it everywhere

Reading wise I had all these plans to read a bunch of fic and really catch up on the 100+ in my tbr now but unfortunately life got a little in the way!

I did however read these fantastic pieces and I'm obsessed with all of them honestly:

Three's Company by @pennyserenade

This Javi P giflet by @suzdin

Oh Honey pt 1 by @lincolndjarin (I neeed to read pt 2, I think that's gonna be my start to the week fic!)

Also absolutely utterly adored reading These Pedro boy sexuality hcs by @perotovar - So many interesting opinions and Erin gave me lots of thoughts about our boys and just how I see them. I'll post my own soon too :)

Of my own work, I really thought I'd finish Our House of Flames pt 3 but again it's been put on the back burner because I've forgotten how to write genuinely hot smut. I gotta work on it some more, but it's coming together slowly.

I didn't post any fic, but these little bits and pieces made an appearance:

A little sneak at my new Dieter WIP, Icarus

Dieter (and one Joel) phone backgrounds

A Pedro phone background

This NSFW thought (still trying to decide who to write this for)

This week ahead is going to be a long one. I'm covering a lot at work, doing extra hours and trying to have a social life. I would love to know how other writers balance life, work, socialising and writing fic?

I'm also officially back at the gym and training properly after a couple weeks away too which eats in to a lot of my time, but is also the thing that keeps me most sane. Excited to work on some heavy lifting for the first time in a while, aiming to get my 100kg deadlift by the end of the year!

The aim for creativity is to finish OHOF pt 3, have that posted by next Sunday, and also read 5 fics this week - but I'm not making any promises.

Wishing happy, lovely weeks to all! Thanks if you read my stupid rambles!

At least we have this gorgeous photo to get us through the week eh?

[1nn32dem0n5]

broken fire hydrants, serotonin torrents

there's a girl, pedaling hard through a broken fire hydrant stream, getting drenched, and then she's gone. she circles round for another pass, smile wider than the Hudson, friends behind her follow suit, and she doesn't give a damn who's looking. it takes a lot of life to know when you're down because your brain chemicals are fucked and when you're down because the down is really down but it takes so little to see what happy really means: a busted fire hydrant, on an east-brooklyn's august's Sunday.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

happy Serotonin Sunday hun! I hope you're able to share something wonderful too!

Idk why the first thought is because I answered my other mutual's ask about getting into tbz- I had to make up a new idol human theatre playlist cause there was too much missing- and my favorite episode happens to be the athletic one- it wasn't until I made that playlist for them that I found out there is bonus content to my favorite episode- you can't see it but I'm jumping for joy about it- 😭😭😭

[there were other fun things that happened this week that were good but that rn is just making me nearly jump for joy (it's one of the things I watched that ensured i'd be a deobi tbh)]