#im on a roll tonite

[softnsquishable]

[nerevarbignaturals]

A t-shirt custom-made for Kirk that says "I got my top surgery from Dr. Leonard McCoy and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"

[fanofthelamb]

has anyone done this bit yet

[jout--jout]

good evening everyone how's everyb- CAN I KISS YOU? I CAN'T TELL IF IT'S ALL RIGHT OR NOT ANYMORE ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT SO I WILL I DO I DO I KISS HER AND IMOGEN YOU MAKE ME BETTER AND WHEN YOU WERENT THERE I DID HORRIBLE THINGS IM AFRAID IM A BAD PERSON IMOGEN YOURE NOT A BAD PERSON I KISS HER AGAIN I CALLED YOU MY ANCHOR MY TETHER WE'RE THAT FOR EACH OTHER

[stevebabey]

hey angel! ❤️🔥 what do u think of number 70 from the hundred different kisses prompts? maybe a lil friends to lovers or enemies to lovers scenario w sir stevie <3?

i think maybe genius <3 couldn't do enemies to lovers cos idk how enemies ever accidentally kiss lmao but friends to lovers is forever my jam!!! so here is maybe the most lovesick steve i have ever written - enjoy honey <3! 1k+

Steve’s not entirely sure why he does it.

Okay, that might be a bit of a lie. He knows why he does it — the idea of pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek has been the focus of several chin-in-hand fantasies for months. He’s tracked over a dozen scenarios of it in his mind, a hundred times over.

It’s the perfect non-committal move. One that his nerves could potentially handle to actually go through with. Because see, if it goes wrong, it can all be written off as platonic. He's kissed Robin on the cheek before. Friends can kiss each other on the cheek — especially if it’s as a thank-you, which he has definitely decided is the most natural way to do it, if he ever were to.  

And if goes right...

Well, that’s where Steve’s mind wanders toward most of the time, til he’s aching inside from how lovesick he is. How terribly unfair of the world to make his heart latch onto his closest friend. To make his charisma and flirt fail him when he really needs it; to put you in this elevated untouchable space where Steve feels like he’s not allowed to feel this way. Yet he does, yet it yearns between every rib, til he feels it in every breath.

So, sure he knows why he does it; but honest, he’s not expecting it from himself.

It’s certainly spur of the moment. That’s what Steve blames it on when he blinks, heart thundering in his chest, nerves turned to 11, and his face rivaling the sun in heat.

Because, fuck, when he’d leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek in a thank-you — you’d brought by him lunch at work just because you're sweet like that — you had turned. And a kiss aimed for your cheek, instead found your lips.

You blink at him, clearly surprised. Steve can’t blame you, considering he just, albeit accidentally, kissed you full on the lips. In the middle of the Family Video at 1pm on a Friday.

Steve had lent a lot of time to the thought of what it might be like to kiss you, to kiss you properly. And, shit, it was so far from what had just transpired, that shoddy quick kiss that was over as quick as it started.

You blink at him again, licking your lips and Steve can’t help but watch your mouth. His brain taunts him with the knowledge he's technically kissed it now. God, was it possible to have a heart attack this young?

His heart was racing, palms getting clammy and Steve briefly prayed for all those head injuries to strike him in the form of amnesia here and now. For being your best friend, he’s suddenly impossibly unsure of the emotions that shutter across your features.

You clench your fists at your sides, swallow thickly, your eyes shifting about his face... nervously?

His hope both manages to rise and plunge simultaneously and shit, this definitely feels like a heart attack. Pure mortification is clawing through his heart and it’s about to come out his throat in the form of some croaky apology when your hands fly up and settle on either side of his face.

Everything in Steve’s head falls quiet because all at once, your lips are on his and you’re kissing him.

Steve all but melts into your kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as your lips meld against his and you pour all fondness into it. All the mortification in his heart blends away to pure glitter and his heart pumps it, fast and strong, til every limb is buzzing with it.

You’re kissing him, he thinks, dopey and happy. You’re kissing him! he thinks again and the loud brazen thought reignites his frozen hands, which grasp the front of your shirt and tug you evermore closer.

Neither of you move back very far when the kiss breaks, intertwining breaths as you both hover close. Steve swallows, prays that when he opens his eyes he won’t just be back in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, and pries them open. You’re already watching him, that same nervous expression back on your face.

“That...” You start, still a bit breathy. “That wasn’t just an accident, right?”

Steve chuckles but it comes out a bit strangled, his gaze skirting along every plane of your face. He tries not to quiver under the feeling of your hands on his skin, still cradling his jaw sweetly.

“I mean, technically the first one was,” He admits, leaning closer so his forehead can lean against yours. “But no. God, no, I’ve... I want you.”

It’s so forward, so lacking the suaveness he usually possesses in these moments but Steve doesn’t care if it’s completely raw with emotion. You kissed him and it’s like a perfect key to every feeling he’s been holding back from you.

“And I- I want you to want me.” Steve confesses, his grip on your shirt curling tighter. He manages to unfurls his fist and smooths it out to a tender hand, lets it drift to your face and rests his palm against your cheek. Your eyes are wide, eyes darting frantically as if you’re searching for a hint of insincerity. You aren’t going to find any.

“I didn’t think you—” Your voice cracks around the words, giving away the swell of your emotions. It makes you laugh a bit, quiet and nervous, and you avert your eyes for the next part instinctively. “I didn’t think you saw me that way.”

Steve has to take a moment to gather himself because it feels like a goddamn fracture has gone through his chest.

“Sweetheart,” Steve coos, the pet name slipping off his top as sweet as honey. It melts under your skin like butter in the sun, til you’re gooey inside and wobbly at the knees. You meet his eyes right as his thumb shifts and gingerly traces along your bottom lip. The blood beneath it tingles hot at the attention.

“Please, let me prove how wrong you are.” He utters, voice soft. His nose brushes against yours, the faintest of nuzzles. You think your heart might collapse and you’d let it, if it meant this — this Steve, entirely affectionate and fond in a way you couldn’t ever imagine — was something you got to keep.

You nod, the slightest motion against him. Steve delights, his hazel eyes brighter, his grin wild with elation.

True, it’s not quite what Steve had pictured all those times he imagined getting a chance to kiss you, not even close to one of those romantic locations he’d have preferred and god, he’s in the stupid work vest for Christ’s sake.

It's nothing like he pictured, no, but when he gets to kiss you again, passion so tangible it’s sweet on your lips, Steve decides it’s so entirely better.

join the celebration! (or don't. only if u want, idk im not a cop dude)

[the-acid-pear]

Honestly I always mostly just think of the [looks at notes] 3 managers Harry was friends with when thinking of what he lost but considering he's that old and has been jumping between franchises so much and also the fact Every Fucking Phoney (save for 3) got scrapped by the time we meet him; how much as this man lost? How many people he cared about has he seen die gruesome deaths again and again? Has he managed to find time to process this to grieve or has he just desensitized himself to the situation entirely? I wonder if some vague memory or reaction from how he dealt w this while in the war is how he keeps it at bay. Though it's rich of me to take his formality at face value when he has shown to not be a stranger to strong emotional reactions. Much to think about!

[mageofminge]

the day after i posted that wretched weezer fic i experience one of the worst days in my life.

perhaps this is a sign from god.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You’re the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 5

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NOVEMBER 23RD 2020

Incoming text from Josh Fatu: good morning, can’t wait to see u tonite ❤️

Airielle stared at the text message with a smile on her face. Even though she was happy she was also extremely nervous, this would be her first date in 3 years since…Airielle quickly shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts. She jumped when Yasmine burst through the door carrying shopping bags. Airielle rolled her eyes as Yasmine passed her a Victoria’s Secret bag. 

“Just something sexy to wear.” Airielle laughed and thanked her. “You nervous? It’s been a while since you been on a date.” Yasmine paused “Even though I still think those other two should count but whatever.” She shrugged. 

“Yeah im freaking the fuck out honestly.” Yasmine reached over and grabbed Airielle’s hands, giving them a squeeze. 

“Just remember, you are not defined by what happened to you. You are the light that refused to surrender.” Airielle smiled softly and looked away from Yasmine. “I know I give you shit about getting back in the dating scene,” Yasmine grabbed Airielle’s cheeks to make her look back at her. “But I just want you to know how proud of you I am. Just have fun and be free.” Airielle pulled Yasmine to her in a tight hug. 

“Yo bro.” Josh looked over at the door when Jon came strolling through. 

“I know this ya house, but I could’ve been naked.” Jon shrugged and plopped his body down on the bed. 

“You ready for tonight? I can’t believe she actually agreed to go out with you.” Josh sucked his teeth and glared over at his twin. 

“What the hell that's supposed to mean?” 

“You ugly as fuck uce” Jon laughed then held his hand up, trying to shield his face and body from Josh’s hits. “Aight, Aight Damn.” 

“If I'm ugly, you ugly. We twins jackass.” 

“I hope you got my girl some roses.” Trin said as she came into the room and sat on the bed next to Jon. Josh nodded and scrubbed his hand over his face. If there was an emotion beyond nervousness, that's what he was. Trinity noticed and placed her hand on his shoulder. 

“This gon be my first- first date since high school man, The last time I was this nervous was with the boy’s mom.” Jon and Trinity winced at the fact he wouldn’t say his ex-wife’s name. “And I was fifteen, i’m thirty-fucking five, why am I so nervous?” 

“Cause you like her uce. And technically yall already went on y’alls first date.” Trinity nodded her head in agreement. “Just be yourself man, she gon fall in love with you.” 

Airielle looked at the clock and cursed. Josh was supposed to be at her place in 30 minutes and she still didn’t decide which dress to wear. She let out a sigh of relief when Yasmine came into her room holding her IPad, on facetime with their other cousin Ashley. 

“As the family fashion expert. We need your help.” Yasmine flipped the camera and showed Ashley all of the dress, shoes and jewelry options they had. 

“Bitch are those my earrings!” Yasmine rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. 

“Focus Ashley-” 

“I’ve been looking for them everywhere hoe!” Airielle giggled and took the IPAD from Yasmine, turning the camera to herself. 

“I need your opinion Ash, I’m stuck.” Ashley rolled her eyes and nodded. 

“Fine,” She muttered. “Show me again.”  

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Yasmine had just finished curling the last piece of Airielle’s hair when there was a knock at the front door. Airielle felt like she had to throw up. She was about to run into the bathroom when Yasmine stopped her and pushed her towards the door. 

“No running. Go enjoy yourself.” Airielle nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door. 

“Damn,” Josh said lowly, licking his lips as he shamelessly raked his eyes over her body. “I mean,” he cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.” He felt his cheeks heat up as he passed her the bouquet of white, red and pink roses. 

Airielle took them. “These are so pretty.” She said as she lifted them to her nose to smell them. 

“I mean, beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.” They both stared at each other before bursting out into laughter. 

“That was so corny,” She said as she shut her apartment door and started walking towards the elevator. He chuckled as he followed her. 

“Yeah aint gon’ lie. That wasn’t my best work.” 

Josh had just pulled up in front of the restaurant and Airielle was about to get out of the car when Josh stopped her. 

“Whoa, whatchu’ doin?” Airielle froze with one of her hands on the handle of the car door. She turned her head and frowned at him. “Opening the door?” She said as more of question and Josh chuckled. 

“Nah, don’t touch that.” He said getting out and rushing over so he could open the door for her. “I got you.” He said as he held out his hand for her to grab. She rolled her eyes with a smile and grabbed his hand, letting him help her out of the car. She smiled wider when he didn’t let go of her hand as they started walking towards the restaurant. He only let go of her hand to hand the valet his keys and a twenty dollar tip. 

“Wow, this place is nice.” She said as the host led them to their table. She smiled at Josh as he pulled out her chair for her. 

“Yeah, Jon recommended it. Said he takes Trin here all the time.”  They sat there in silence. Glancing at each other over their menus, sending secret smiles to each other. 

“So i’ve been told.”Airielle started off, breaking the silence between them. “We technically already had our first date.” Josh nodded with a chuckle. 

“I mean, technically yeah. So what this’ll be our.” He stopped to count on his fingers making her scoff. “Third date.” 

“You did not just count to three on your fingers.” He shrugged with a laugh as the waiter came over to take their orders. Once he walked away Airielle turned her attention back to Josh. “Ok, so tell me something about you that I don’t know.” 

“Damn,” Josh said as he blew out a breath of air. “I can play the piano.” 

“Oh wow foreal?” She asked, eyebrows raised in shock and he nodded. 

“Yeah, me and my brothers. My momma kept us busy so we weren’t tearing up her house. It was so much shit she put us in man, uh- karate, soccer, baseball. Man, any sport that you could think of my mom had me and my brothers there. No your turn.” 

She placed her chin on her palm and smiled at him. “I used to dance and cheer competitively. My parents' garage is literally full of medals and trophies.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him when he started to smirk. “That’s kinda hot.” 

“I was a kid Josh.” She chuckled and threw a piece of her dinner roll at him when he shrugged. 

The rest of their date went amazing. They never ran out of stuff to talk about. They didn’t even realize they were the last two people in the restaurant until the waiter came over to tell them. 

On the ride back to her apartment, they stopped to grab some ice cream. Neither one of them wanted the night to end. After he parked in her complex’s garage they walked slowly to her apartment, holding hands. 

“This was like the best date I've ever been on.” She said, turning towards him as they stopped in front of her door. Her statement made him feel good. 

“Yeah? Me too.” He said with a wide smile. Airielle was about to turn to walk into her apartment when Josh stopped her by grabbing her hand. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Airielle nodded immediately. She honestly thought she would have to make the first move. He grinned before pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her waist. He hesitated before leaning head forward and capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. They stood there, lost in eachother only breaking apart at the sound of a loud squeal and a loud clanging sound, like something had dropped coming from inside Airielle’s apartment. 

“Sorry.” They both chuckled at Yasmine’s muffled voice. He gave her another kiss before telling her that he would text her when he got home. After he walked away, Yasmine ripped open the door and yanked Airielle inside. 

“Bitch tell me everything.” 

Happy Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it.)

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[neuroticboyfriend]

i hate seroquel and am glad im close to getting off it, but my addict brain really misses being completely and utterly incapacitated every night even when sober. it made going to sleep so fucking easy. 25mg isnt enough. i need to be semi comatose.

but i dont get a free pass for drug abuse just bc its seroquel and im prescribed it and technically id be fine if i took 50mg instead. that's not how this works. we are going to be accountable for our own health and wellbeing and not roll back on years of trying to get put on an actual sleep med. not today addiction

sorry for monologing tonite i just uninstalled tiktok for the bajillionth time and remembered i can broadcast whatever thoughts i want on our beloved tumblr dot com

anyway 3 more hours til 149 days. i'll wake up around 10am still a sober man 😊

[annoyinglyobsessive]

Villain x Hero

The party was, to be perfectly honest, pretty boring. You would think that a party thrown by a shit ton of rich people would be more interesting but honestly it was alot of just standing around. There was some dancing going on in the center (to a live orchestra!) but the villain didnt have anyone to dance with so he just stood in the corner sipping champagne and wondering why he had even come.

All of a sudden there was a ruckus, everyone turned to look at the door as a new guest was announced. Hero. he walked into the room looking way too fucking attactive in a black waistcoat, black dress pants and white button up, sleeves rolled up in a way that made his forearms look absolutely delicious, and he should not be thinking these thoughts. That was his enemy for christ sake. It was just that his enemy looked so fucking good in formal wear.

Hero looked over at villain and they made eye contact, then he started over to the corner that villain was standing in. ‘shitshitshit. Why is he coming over here fuckfuckfuck’ the villain thought taking a long drink of his champagne before putting it down. The hero reached him and gave him a devilish smile.

“Why villain, whatever are you doing over here? Are you not enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice silky and smooth.

“Do we have to do this here hero, there are so many people around. Arent you worried about collateral damage?” villain asked, staring past the hero and trying very hard not to look at his soft full lips and sparkling brown eye and- no stop, just look at the pillar past his head.

“Oh darling” he said and the villain almost died right then and there. “Im not here for you, im here for a personal friend”

“Ah i see” so you'll leave me alone then?”

“Well i didnt quite say that”

“What do you mean?”

“Well seeing as no one has snatched you up yet and havent done anything particularly villanous tonite, would you care for a dance?” the hero bowed slightly and held out his gloved hand. The villain accepted hesitantly and heroes long fingers wrapped posessivly around villains hand as he led him over to the dance floor.

“Why would you ask me to dance?” villain said as they started dancing, trying, and failing, to distract himself from heroes hand on his waist, his body pressd up against him as they swayed.

“Well i couldnt just let this opportunity go to waste, why do you think i came to this party in the first place?”

“You said it was for a friend.”

“For a villain you are rather bad at spotting lies my dear”

the villain sucked in a small breath at the nickname and was it his imagination but was the heroes hand slightly tighter around him?

“Wh- what do you mean” the villain said trying to retain his composure.

“Well when i hear you were going to be at this party i just couldent pass up the chance to see you in a suit. And i do say the sight does not disappoint.” he definitely wasnt imagining this time. The hero had pulled him closer, and, was that heros leg pressing slightly between villains?

“What are you playing at hero?”

“Im not playing at anything love. What? Scared of a little harmless flirting?”

“From you?”

“Oh darling your so much fun to tease,” hero said pulling away as the song ended. “Cant wait to see you again” and with that he walked out the door and back into the cold night, leaving villain alone to contemplate the interaction he had just had with is sworn enemy.

[glassyeyedblinddivine]

a friend just asked me if i was already at a party a mutual friend of ours is apparently having that i wasnt invited to and i can tell im making progress bc while i do feel very bad about this i also am like well, whatever, i didnt want to go out tonite anyway, i dont often hang out with the group of friends this mutual buddy rolls with, and it ultimately is rude but doesn’t matter

it’s amazing what happens when you re learn that the people who care about you won’t just drop you unprompted and systematically exclude you. and that anyone who does do that just isnt your friend anyway

[schreie]

went to visit my old friend the k-hole tonite. woke up sober as usual & proceeded to go home with sum guy i just met today to fuck. he even asked for my number & said i was just like cassie from skins. im so glad i decided to take a taxi home ! best decision ever! why do i feel like i cheated?? if he wanted to be exclusive he shouldve said so. not my fault we dont talk abt feelings. anyways im rolling a joint or hitting the bong more likely cd

[some1s-sista]

Five on Friday

I’ve been very weepy this week. Radiation is not going so well. My skin is fried, blistered, peeling, oozing. It all flipping hurts. I don’t sleep very well cuz I roll over and wake up cuz I hurt something. Which makes me tired and more prone to weeping. I don’t want them to stop though, so I can just get it over with. Im so close!

The woman who gets zapped right before me had her last session yesterday and got to ring the bell. I was bawlin’ my eyes out for her. I think I cried more than she did! The nurses were giving me hugs! Lol!

I did feel better today. The skin by my collarbone is healing. And under my arm didn’t hurt as much. So I wasn’t as weepy. We even started decorating for Xmas.

Our heat went out at 4am this morning. It was SO hard to get out of my warm bed. James fixed it this afternoon. Broken fan blade. Boy did that make a ruckus! I integrated the loud humming noise it made into my dream as giant alien honey bees attacking my house! When it became an even louder rattle, I woke up.

German apple pancakes for dinner tonite. Perfect for a cold night.

[maria-rayro]

my heclie (or du'lie) playlisy part 2/?

- english ones -

governors - is this love

the way you laugh the way you smile the way you hold me like a child you pray to me like I'm your sun you kiss me high until you've done the way you make me hold your hand the thinking you are the better man the danger I don't I understand the way I have to ask you is this love are you hiding under other people's skin but it's way too thin

lana del rey - be my daddy WELL yes im horny your honor. i won't elaborate on that

maroon 5 - animals

yeah, you can start over, you can run free you can find other fish in the sea you can pretend it's meant to be but you can't stay away from me i can still hear you making that sound taking me down, rolling on the ground you can pretend that it was me, but no, oh

maybe you think that you can hide i can smell your scent from miles

don't tell no lie you can't deny the beast inside

(yep, this ones was one of those song that i've listened while was writing just like animals)

mother mother - arms tonite

I fell in your arms tonight I fell hard in your arms tonight It was nice

I died in your arms tonight I slipped through into the afterlife It was nice

And hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute That I died right inside your arms tonight That I'm fine even after I have died Because it was in your arms I died

(yep, this one is for extraordinary)

[dandie-on-the-wind]

crisp autumn air

October is here, my rent is paid, still trying to find a job.

still romanticising every detail in my new life.

i'm going to a poetry slam tonite and that should be fun! still got little room in the place to move but it'll work out.

oh! few days ago i hit a spliff too hard and rolled to the ground and passed out, in front of my new neighbors nonetheless. wild.

im having fun slowly and its great

[hellyellin]

im here tonite. will rb a few memes to roll the ball a little farther and try to stumble my way through at LEAST 1 draft. hope yall are keeping safe and dry from hurricane ian