#i didn't wake up at 5 am for this

[torgawl]

sorry i can't take this chapter seriously the flying head took me out whekshej

[thealogie]

all black podium for women's gymnastics after black women being cut out of this sport i'm not crying you're crying

[queerdiazs]

tease tuesday + wip wednesday 🕊

(i'm smashing these 2 days together because i like to break the rules)

anyway have a lil bit of hoa eddie, uh, getting a hard dick for buck before dinner with his Nemesis

“You’re staring at me.” Buck shuffles forward, a few steps away from Eddie; he smells like mint and vanilla because he used Eddie’s shampoo like he always does and roses, too, that expensive cologne he pays half an arm for.  “I am.”  “Do I look bad?”  No. Not at all. He’s wearing tight black jeans that hug the length of his long, thick legs in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination and a black knit sweater that has his biceps bulging and his tummy poking through and it’s obscene because he’s so goddamn thick that even normal clothes look small on him.  Buck looks all different kinds of great and Eddie doesn’t know what to do with that or the tickle in his chest, the heavy heat in his gut. The gold chain with the little sunshine at the bottom sits pretty between his tits, a present Chris got him last year for Christmas that’s a fucking gift right now for Eddie. Christ.   He blinks. “No,” he says, maybe a little too fast, but he can’t be blamed. Especially not when Buck looks as gorgeous as he does, in front of Eddie and in his bedroom with a door that locks. “You look pretty. That color is nice on you.”  “It’s black.”  “Okay?” Eddie bristles. The tips of his ears burn. “It looks good.”  Buck fingers the hem of his sweater. “Thanks,” he says, whisper-soft and ruddy-cheeked like he’s embarrassed or something, before looking up and giving Eddie a dazzling smile. “You, uh, look good, too.”  And Eddie does. He’s wearing his best pair of blue jeans and a dark green sweater he found in the back of his closet that he knows looks good on him because Marisol couldn’t keep her hands off when he wore it, but he has nothing on Buck. Nothing at all.  “Buck—” “I need—” Christopher barges in the room, knocking the door against the wall like he pays the bills. “You guys take so long.” 

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[front-facing-pokemon]

[skitskatdacat63]

“Amore et Timore” - King Fernando I “El Animoso”

[dw-flagler]

its kind of funny to me that in the comics supergirl kind of occupies the spot for like the edgy superman. which is kind of weird for her typical role as kid sidekick to superman because her thing as a character (at least the versions of her character that i like) is that she doesn't have a reason to help anybody and doesn't like earth. edgy superman. but she's also the kid sidekick. strange juxtaposition

[emmenai-kalliston]

I apparently have INSOMNIA now and tonight I didn't sleep AT ALL

[ma1dmer]

listened to too much london after midnight, borrowed reverie from the lovely @eydika and decided to try to get the hang of my lad, dog, uhh this isn't the day i finish a wip or actually stick to my original goal

"so how does this work exactly?" she kicks her feet, shuffles from one heel to the other in soft restless jumps, muscles flexing with every move. "he always passes by this alley to get to his apartment-" dog motions around with a big swipe of his arm she barely manages not to flinch at. "i got that part, why not kill him yourself?" she asks just to say something honestly. 'why watch me do it?' she doesn't ask, she didn't need all the sordid details of what he was apparently into, but standing around him waiting in silence like this, just made her more antsy. "does it really matter?" he asks back. the least he could do, she thinks, is not look as amused as he clearly was. "it's not like you have much of a choice now, right?-" he tries to joke with her, reverie isn't in the mood for that. he keeps going not noticing or not caring. something nags at the back of her mind, she presses her darkly painted lips into a thin dissatisfied line, she has stopped listening to him, she steps closer to him making him pause.

"just to clarify, i don't need your help" she snaps, teeth bared like a viper ready to strike, her eyes a vicious slash of gold in the darkness of the alley. dog holds up his hands in a pacifying manner, beneath the silver zipper of his mask, his sharp teeth glint a clear white as he grins with both rows of them. "you are right, never implied otherwise" his voice is unpleasant, a scratchy sound more akin to the white static of an old radio, it sounds painful. he pulls his cap down, leather on leather groaning at the shift, amused as reverie straightens up, shoulders squared and chin held high, tension lining every single muscle of her body, it must be painful at this point, to be wound up so tightly. she wears it with surprising ease despite the circumstances.

it'd been a while since she last fed, one thing or another making her neglect herself and her needs. big mistake. something moves in the dumpster behind her amongst the trash bags. predator insticts make her head snap towards the sound. before she can consider taking a dive to catch whatever made the noise, dog's laugh brings her back to the present, a cross between a cough and the scratching of a record player.

"what if he doesn't come?" she asks instead, dragging her eyes back towards him, with great difficulty, she shoves her hands in the pockets of her jacket, an old leather piece with multiple holes in its pockets, she always means to get fixed but never does. "he will, he always does" he copies her movement, pushing his hands in the pockets of his own leather jacket, his arms, pushing down until the heavy bulk of it sticks to his bone thin frame. his shoulders hunch inhumanly, every calculated action taken to humanize him somehow undone as he stands too gaunt in front of her. no amount of latex and leather could hide what he truly was. in contrast, in her hunger, she appeared more human, her silver hair duller, her dark skin marred with imperfections mostly reserved for mortals. weren't it for her eyes, a wolf's gold, she could almost catch a glimpse of the woman she was before she was turned.

"show time" he rasps finally, lips cracking into another broad grin. "remember our deal" he reminds her with a tap to his forehead, as if she could ever forget, she huffs annoyed. she watches him for a bit, sees him shuffle into the darkness until only her beast could detect him. one predator cautiously aware of another. she turns on her heels then and follows suit, pressing herself in a corner of the alley opposite him, waiting, watching.

she hears him before he steps into the alley. a slight limp, an arrhythmic heart and lungs that wheeze a little too loudly from years of chain smoking. he is older than she'd like, balding with tiny glasses perched on a tinier nose, like a pug's snout. the name didn't matter, it never did, especially not in these cases. she'd prefer to do this by herself or with rhys or anyone more familiar, she'd prefer to not do this at all, she'd prefer a lot of things actually, but that was the price she was paying for her negligence she supposes.

she is more restless than usual, doesn't wait for long, she moves right behind him when he passes by her hiding spot, blending into his shadow, matching her footsteps to his own dragging ones. shuffling so the high heels of her shoes click tandem to his own. she licks her lips. she has half the mind to just rip his throat out with her claws, get this over with, satiate her bloodthirst and leave. he definitely deserved it if dog's story was to be believed. she briefly wonders if it'd matter if he wasn't, if he just lied to her to make it easier for her to fulfill her part of the deal and she was about to kill an innocent man for his pleasure, a passing thought she doesn't care to give grounds to now of all times. she wonders how she should go about this. make herself known now, let him run like a lame horse? try to lure him into a false sense of security and then drain him before he even registered what she was? simply bash his head in? she wasn't a hunter, dog just told her to do what she usually did. but the issue was, this wasn't what she usually did.

she could still feel dog behind them lurking, moving from one blind spot to the other, using the shadows and the flickering lights of the old lightbulbs above them with surprising grace and stealth for his stature. she expected to feel a certain way at being watched like this. but in an odd sense, it brought her comfort, knowing that if she did snap and her beast took over, he'd be there to make sure she didn't start running around slaughtering others and get herself killed in the process, or if someone was to pass, he'd at least pull her out of there before they were both discovered if nothing else. (wip)

[light-lanterne]

ahoy ! guess who almost died today x.x

[farharbour]

...i've been playing bg3 all day every single day for almost the last week straight. where am i

[altruistic-meme]

why do i ever assume my family communicates i KNOW they don't why do i ALWAYS fall for this

[girlscience]

@people who have a stable sense of self and identity, what's that's like? how's it feel to be beloved by the universe?

[antiquarianandunusual]

I’m running on 3 1/2 hours’ sleep, rewatching season two, and writing what is one of the single most angsty short fics I have ever written. Life is good. :)

[robotpussy]

i guess this is just me but when I find that some people eat out/dont cook for most of the week I am like... not looking at them in confusion and disgust it makes a lot of sense as to why someone would turn to eating out most days

[bisexualgoth]

[sagau-my-beloved]

10 more hours...