#inbox purge

[gallaghersgal]

would it be possible to request carmy and elementary school teacher!reader like the plot could literally be anything I just love the thought of him bringing food for the class and being surrounded by a bunch of little kids who want to ask him questions and play with him and he’s all shy at first and loves watching reader with the kids…i’m feeling so soft rn 😭

hi my lovely anon!! im so sorry for letting this rot, i hope you're still hanging around to read it!!

field day is one of the best days of the year for a kindergartener. they run as much as their little bodies allow them, play games all school day, and have their bellies full of a delicious lunch. this year, that lunch is provided by none other than your boyfriend's restaurant, catering mini beef sandwiches for the kids.

you step behind the table to kiss carmen on the cheek when your class gets to the lunch station. he smiles and his arm wraps around your waist, muttering to you, "y're so good with those kids, 's drivin' me crazy."

you blush at his implications and smile when he leans in to pepper your cheek with a few quick kisses. a squeal interrupts the moment, the sound from one of your students who points at the scene with a grin. she shouts your name before asking, "is that your boyfriend!?!" her friends giggle, some of them remarking on how boys have cooties, and the little girl continues to stare at you excitedly.

"since you all have such curious minds," you start, the whole class's attention focused on you now, "this is my boyfriend, mr. carmy."

carmen smiles, giving your students a wave. they all giggle excitedly, greeting him with a staggered chorus of hi mr. carmy!

"alright, alright," you say with a smile. "we only have two field rotations to eat. so come to me for some hand sanitizer, then get your sandwich from mr. carmy."

the kids file through the line one at a time, choosing which sandwich they want, and what flavor chips will accompany it. one boy asks carmen, "do you make all the beef sandwiches?"

your boyfriend chuckles, shaking his head. "no, i don't make all the sandwiches bud. usually i'm makin' other sh- stuff." his cheeks heat up a little at his near slip, but the boy just nods, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and carmen asks him "now, what d'ya want, kid?"

[writingsbychlo]

Hi! I might start writing fanfics and I was wondering if you could give me some tips/tell me how you started

hi my darling!! I can do my best, but honestly, I started writing so long ago now that I can hardly remember. however, if I was starting all over again now, here’s the things I would do;

set up your blog and make it something that both inspires me, and draws people in. your blog needs to look pretty if you want people to follow you and stick around, not just read a fic and move on.

make a masterlist! even if you only have one fic, because it makes your life easier from the start and also shows people you intent to write more!

just start writing. don’t over think it, just start doing it. you can go back and edit later (lord knows I edit a lot), but if you never start you’ll never know.

reblog other writers works, connect and interact, comment on their posts. if you want to make friends with writers and have them boost your stuff, just sending them links to your works asking them to read it is a sure fire way to make a writer feel used/dehumanised, and like you don’t want to be their friend. I get enough of ‘can you read my story, miss’ at work with the kids, I don’t need it here too. be my friend first.

build your network just as much as you write. be a blog people want to interact with, don’t do what I do and let all your asks build up like this. I’m not a good example to follow.

I also have this writers hub, you can check out. I don’t know how many of the links still work, so if anyone actually uses this and wants an overhaul of it, let me know!

[longarmsbearhands]

What's the point of folx? Folks is already gender neutral 🤷

It's the X factor

[spookysplatt]

for the thing i just reblogged off you😍

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Uhhh Livesies!Racetrack is a bit younger than Crutchie but taught him to read. Crutchie then used that knowledge to try and learn to identify as many birds as possible to impress Finch. Only to learn that Finch can't actually identify birds. The goofy goober

[slafkovskys]

sometimes during the summer when it’s just angel and the boys, she’s cockwarming one of them and falls asleep like that

warnings: cockwarming

jack’s fresh back from the prix and she’s been extra clingy to him all day. she’s got her legs on either side of his thighs as his hand gently traces up and down her spine through the thin fabric of her nightie. they’re all watching a movie, her and jack on one end of the sofa, quinn on the other, and luke in the chair.

it was a quiet night. one of the few where they didn’t have any of their friends in and out and that decision had been made when everyone saw that jack was not going to be very far from her reach for the foreseeable future.

his hand stalls, palm laying flat at the base of her spine as he reaches for his phone. when he shifts, she feels the bulge in his sweatpants press against her bare center and she lets out a quiet whimper. he freezes as her fingers tentatively pull on his waistband, “angel?”

“please jacky,” she whispers, hoping quinn or luke wouldn’t hear. she didn’t care if they saw, that was something they long stopped caring about that summer, but right now she wanted it to just be there moment, “i just want a feel you.”

“yeah, take whatever you want,” and his permission was all she needed. she dips her hand below and wraps her hand around his cock, feeling it harden in her grasp. he lets out a string of quiet curses as she pumps him to complete hardness, pulling his sweatpants down just enough so she could seat herself comfortably. he groans as she rubs the tip through her dripping folds, “fuck, you were-”

“so long,” she mumbles before guiding him in. the intrusion is a welcome one and as soon as he’s buried to the hilt, they let out a sigh in unison. her cheeks burn as he hears quinn chuckling beside them, “quinny-”

“i didn’t say anything, angel. just take what you want from him,” the oldest encourages and she buries her face in jack’s neck at his words.

she moves her hips a couple of times and jack’s nails dig into her thighs, “look, we’re going to have to go upstairs if you keep doing that.”

“sorry,” she mumbled before pressing a kiss to his collarbone to go along with her apology. she turned her head to find quinn watching so intently and she reaches a hand out for him, which he takes, “love you.”

“we love you too, angel.”

and that’s how she dozed off moments later, one hand tangled in jack’s hair and the other tangled with quinn’s.

[wonyopout]

what if we all killed ourselves ☺️

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I have mixed feelings about Wally possibly dying in Lights Out- cause like he's my absolute favorite, my baby!!!! ... but then i also think that him dying after watching over everyone as they slept is just *chefs kiss* He's finally getting rest!!! lmao

Also i wanna see Barnaby go apeshit hehe

oh i missed this ask! hm. this is funny

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[total-drama-brainrot]

I forgot how many assistant Noah and p!Noah asks I have just rotting away in my inbox.

My bad.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Happy Halloween Frosty 🎃!!!!

I'm sending you some sweets to your inbox 🍫🍡🍬🍬!!

Happy Halloween Maia! 🩷

I'm sure you'll get a kick out of your treat: A Purge Trooper looking to secure more candy(... for the glory of the Emperor, of course)!

This is likely the last doodle I'm doing for Halloween so I wanted to try my hand at a PT helmet~

[percervall]

horribly spamming your inbox but I just came across this and thought was pretty damn accurate

[gallaghersgal]

I don’t know if someone has sent something like this in but I had a thought the other night about getting in an argument with Richie (and previous not having gotten into many with him, being shy and staying in your lane as a waitress) in the restaurant and he says something not intending for it to be suggestive, but it is. You reacting positively to it but leaving embarrassed. He unintentionally follows you out and asks you about it. Jksodhe I’m sorry for rambling 😖😖

this ask has been wasting away since... idk probably july. but it's itching my brain all of a sudden so. mature for suggestive language. pre-canon setting!

the bullshit that richard jerimovich put you through. god, it would be enough for anyone to just walk out. but you needed this job, so you put up with his nonsense. at least he's easy on the eyes.

today he's in the dining area with fak, slamming the side of the ball machine every time the younger man makes a mistake. there's a rush happening too, or at least there was. you michael, and ebra handled it all. much to your disdain mikey just laughs it off when you bring richie's absence to his attention, telling you, "relax kid, we can handle this shit. let the old man fuck around."

you groan as you wipe your hands, fingers feeling tender from all the piping hot sandwiches you'd just served up. you march your way into the dining area intending to give that old fuck a piece of your mind. he brushes you off similarly to his friend, you swear sometimes those two are just iterations of the same person.

"fucks sake princess, i don't see a line out the door," he jabs, gesturing obnoxiously towards the now empty area.

"oh, fuck you richie," you spit back at him, reaching out to shove him lightly.

"yeah? fuck me?" he taunts, crowding into your space. "i bet you'd like to, huh princess."

he doesn't even say it with any low, lustful tone. it's a jab, an insult even. but the words send heat creeping up your cheeks and you stammer out, "f-fuckin' jagoff," before turning quickly on your heel.

crisp chicago winter air helps soothe your racing mind, the shock against your bare arms bringing you back to reality. that was embarrassing. wanting to have sex with a coworker was bad enough already, but a coworker nearly ten years your senior? that's the beginning of a workplace nightmare.

richie steps into the alley and you glare at him. his hands raise in defeat, one holding a lighter as an unlit cigarette hands from his lips. he lights the thing and takes a drag, then pulls it from his lips to observe, "you look fuckin' cold."

"oh, thank you captain fucking obvious," you bite back, but your voice trails off as he cages you in against the wall.

[writingsbychlo]

Ok, so I started reading and following for acotar but then I started reading more for the Slytherin boys. I had a little bit of a HP renaissance if you will and I was so happy to see you wrote for them too! I love your writing so much!!!!!

I LOVE knowing people came with me as I had my little fandom transitions, it makes me so happy!! like “omg you’re still here too, hi?!?!” sorta thing! thank you so much for being so sweet 🥹

[leighsartworks216]

Hi! Just had this idea for so long in my head, basically astarion x tav(gn). Tav is really antisocial, never visits tavern or such, and prefers to stay somewhere quiet and alone or with Astarion. When they have to talk, their ability to speak sometimes randomly locks out and doesn’t know what to say. Have a good day/night❤️❤️

My requests are closed but... I couldn't help myself. I had to write this lol

AO3 link to story

[4bs0lut3-s0lv3r]

I'm going to draw your cretin as animal as I can hope you enjoy it you scallywag!!!!!(The UK term not the US one)

GWAHHH... /pos

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[slafkovskys]

i think we’ve talked once or twice about the boys reactions to angel getting hurt, but usually she’s with at least one boy.

now-

what happens if angel gets hurt with none of the boys around?

it’s just a sprained ankle, that’s what she’s telling herself as she’s putting all of her weight onto yasmin when she’s helping her to the car. it’s just a sprained ankle, is what she’s telling herself as she’s being wheeled back for an x-ray. it’s just a sprained ankle, she thinks solemnly as they ask what color she wanted for her cast for her broken leg.

it happens on a friday which she’s thankful for because she gets two days to try and figure out her crutches. she doesn’t tell any of the boys, which she knows she should because how was she going to explain canceling her trip to jersey the coming weekend, but she’s good at hiding it.

well, until she sends jack a snapchat of her sparkly, new face mask and when he opens it, she gets the notification that he’d replayed it. and then he screenshots it, which… what?

he doesn’t respond for a few minutes until her phone lights up with a call. she answers with a confused look, “why did you screenshot- luke?”

“why are there crutches beside your bed?” jack questions and her eyes go wide. she’s ready to deny, but they both send her a look, “i can see them, angel.”

and her eyes drift down to the little box in the corner and, fuck, you could see her crutches, “i- they’re my friend’s?”

“your friend left their crutches right beside your bed?” luke looks unamused as he speaks and she frowns, “are you hurt?”

“i may have broken my leg…” she trails off as they both start talking over her, letting out varying strings of curses and questions, “but it’s okay!”

“okay? you broke your leg and you didn’t tell us!” jack exclaims, “is that why you didn’t answer my call earlier?”

“no it- uh, it happened on friday-”

“friday!” they exclaim in sync and she frowns.

“i just didn’t want you all to worry. you all get so mother hen about me and really, i’m fine now! i’ve learned how to use my crutches and i’m getting to classes okay, so really it’s no big deal.”

“no big deal? it’s a broken leg, angel,” luke sighs, “what if you had to have surgery?”

“but i didn’t.”

“oh good-”