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[snoozercloneboy]

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[flying-postcards]

Sent to GERMANY on 3rd of December 2024

[imprimerielafraternelle]

Journées européennes des métiers d’art

Maison de l’émail de Morez 1 et 2 avril 2023

Cette année, nous avons participé aux journées européennes des métiers d’art qui se tenaient à Morez. Nos bénévoles ont alors installé un super stand pour vous présenter notre travail, merci à eux !

[enhancedchicks]

Holly McGuire and Jema Gilsenan

[msshinylemon]

I found this in my drafts and I have no idea when I wrote it. I thought I might as well share it since I don't know if I'll actually post that fic.

(For a bit of context: Chuuya is visiting the ADA because of a job)

Chuuya followed his line of sight, noticing his confusion. “Dazai likes to bite,” he explained as if that was a completely normal and not at all weird thing to say. Or maybe dealing with Dazai made weird things seem normal. “I’m just glad he stopped trying to bite me instead.” Okay, Atsushi didn't want to know about that. He just nodded and hurried to typing on his computer. Chuuya snorted, amused. But apparently, the world hated Atsushi because Kenji, pure and innocent Kenji spoke up. “Dazai-san used to bite you, Mr. Fancy Hat?” Atsushi felt he was going to cry right then and there. His fear only spiked when Chuuya smirked, clearly as much a menace as Dazai, even if he was more subtle about it. No wonder everyone was so afraid of their partnership if this is what people had to deal with. How did the mafia even survive these two? “Yep, want a story?” Kenji smiled and nodded eagerly.

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[thewizardspinosaurus]

The nonbinary urge to give a little shrug as you enter a gendered bathroom in the same way you might slap your pockets when you turn around

[vertigoartgore]

2000's Wizard Magazine #109 B cover by cover artist J.G. Jones.

[arviyya]

Once I fucked my 4 years long crush in a pond. The pond was right next to a road and between houses. Oh we were drunk btw. When it was over I ordered Uber and got into it completely wet (from the pond lol) and smashed eyeliner. I threw up in the Uber 😂

(We are still friends and never had sex again, I'm over that crush)

Oh, I love this so much. This is so on brand for Jegulus, they would do something like this, or rosekiller. Probably more rosekiller but there's something about the image of wet Regulus sitting in the back of an uber, laughing from exhileration, puking from the (presumed) alcohol, eyeliner all smudged, that really is rotting my brain so....

tws: NSFW, vomit, alcohol use

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"You're brother is going to hate me if he finds out?" James says as his tongue flicks the Regulus' bottom lip.

"Then let him," Regulus whispers, chasing the kiss with earnest.

Their lips meet again, and despite himself, Regulus' heart beats right out of his chest.

How the fuck did he even get here in this pond? His hair wet, their bodies pressed together against the edge of the dock, clothes soaking against their skin.

+

The night was not supposed to turn out this way. In fact, if you had asked Regulus yesterday he would have said there's no way in fucking hell he would even be at his brother's party, but alas, here he is.

How he got there doesn't matter, all it took was one text invite from his brother and he simply couldn't help himself. He has always been weak when it comes to Sirius. And as much as he hates to admit it, he was happy to receive the invite. Happy to see him again.

In recent years, they've exchanged some texts and phone calls in an attempt to reconcile their relationship. Regulus actually had little intention of actually seeing him, but again, here he is.

Within ten minutes of being there, he and Sirius were already having the much needed heart to heart, exchanging hugs as they exchange apologies. It made the rest of the party much easier to endure, now that the lingering tension was swept out of the way. In fact, it wasn't long before he was actually having a rare amount of fun.

One thing Regulus had not counted on when arriving at the party was James being there. It doesn't take long for their paths to cross. They always had some points of contention, and as soon as Regulus noticed he was there he hoped he wouldn't have to see him. Too late. Their conversation started out friendly, but it didn't take long before every bit of tension Regulus used to feel towards him was rising to the surface. He can't help it. He already wanted to tangle his hands in his messy hair, bite his bottom lip, rip his pants right off.

Regulus doesn't know what else was supposed to happen when James started flirting with him, whispering in his ear, lingering touches on his arms. He was down bad again before he could even check the time and see that it had only been forty-five minutes since he arrived. Their interactions were mostly banter, friendly teasing about random things that came to mind as they asked the more general questions like where he was from, what schools they went to, and what they're majoring in.

By the hour and a half mark, Regulus' mind was static, body vibrating, the need to touch James taking over every bit of his senses.

It was at the three hour mark that people started making jokes about going into the pond. No one else seemed keen on taking on the dare, and at first, Regulus didn't think James was either, but he suddenly leaned in, pressing his lips to Regulus' ear while Sirius was turned away, "If I dared you to go in, would you?"

"That depends."

"On?"

Regulus eyed him up and down, his arms crossed. "Whether you'd come with me."

"Deal." James looped their hands together, hidden by the darkness of the room, the flashing lights adding extra cover as they slipped away from the crowd and out the back door.

There were a few people standing outside, cigarettes dangling from their hands. "Remus," James said as he passed a man with a scarred face. His brows rose, and he smirked as he watched them pass, taking another drag of his cigarette.

They made their way down to the pond, and Regulus followed him to the edge of the dock.

"So, are we actually getting in?" Regulus asked, placing a hand threateningly on James' chest as if he might push him in.

"That depends."

"Oh?" Regulus held back a chuckle at his cheek mimicry.

"Are you coming with me?"

Regulus nodded. He could hardly believe it. That he was flirting like this with James Potter, that James Potter was flirting back.

He always had a crush on James. All the way back in school. It was always James. So forgive him for being unable to control himself at all in this situation.

Regulus decided in that moment to push, and James grabbed him to pull him with. It was when they were under the water that James pulled him close, giving him a chance to pull away before their lips met.

Kissing, they came out of the water, Regulus' heart pushing his alcohol infused blood to every inch of his body. He felt dizzy from it, and he also felt dizzy from James.

And that's how he got here, James' lips against his, mind static.

"You're brother is going to hate me if he finds out?" James says as his tongue flicks the Regulus' bottom lip.

"Then let him," Regulus whispers, chasing the kiss with earnest.

Their lips meet again, and despite himself, Regulus' heart beats right out of his chest.

Together, they push the boundaries of their bodies right there in the pond, Regulus' legs wrapped around James' hips. James pulls their cocks out without hesitation, rubbing them together with his hand, Regulus seeking friction as he moves against him. Moans slip from Regulus' lips, no thought in his mind beyond the pleasure he seeks. James catches him in a desperate kiss, as he moves against Regulus, pressing him harder against the dock. Pleasure sweeps through Regulus' body, waves coming quicker as they both edge towards the edge - and when they get there they topple over, right there in the pond water.

A sense of sober thought hits Regulus like a train as they breathe through the after shocks. Fuck.

He just fucked his brother's best friend in the pond behind his house. What the fuck was he thinking.

For a moment, he lets himself enjoy the way James' hot breath feels on his neck, the comfort of his presence, before pulling away.

"Where are you going, Reg?" James asks, following him onto the dock. Regulus grabs his phone where he set it down and walks backwards.

"Home. I gotta get home," he says breathlessly.

"Why? What?" James scratches his soaking wet hair. "Fuck - I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to, I just - fuck, I didn't mean to upset you, shite -"

"No! No, James, it's fine. I did want to. I just-" Regulus bites his bottom lip. "I just have to go. I'll - I'll call you."

"Don't lie to me, Reg."

"I'm not lying." Regulus halts, giving James the chance to approach. He hands him his phone, and James gazes at him for a moment before adding his number. "I really will call."

"If you say so." James looks at him with narrowed eyes, and their gazes linger before Regulus flees, practically running up to the dirt road that borders the pond.

As soon as he can't see the house or the pond anymore, he calls an uber. It isn't long before it shows up, and it's in the back, soaking wet still, eyeliner smudged across his face, that it hits him all at once what he just did. What it means. And what the hell he's supposed to do about it.

Unfortunately, he doesn't make it home before he vomits, whether from the nerves, or alcohol, he isn't sure.

Home is warm, dry, and safe. Emotionally he feels at ease in a way he hadn't felt since arriving at his brohter's.

He does call Sirius to apologize for leaving.

What he never does, is call James.

However, it would not be the last time they fuck. Obviously, being in his brother's life again means being in James', and they simply can't keep their hands off each other.

[snoozercloneboy]

Need more flix of this one

[dynamobooks]

Gary Groth, Kristy Valenti & Austin English (ed.): The Comics Journal #310 (2024)

[balu8]

Ultimate Spider-Man #7

by Brian Michael Bendis/Bill Jemas; Mark Bagley; Art Thibert; Jung Choi and Richard Starkings

Marvel

[melto]

paradox live ep 7 you were already sooo fucked but. changing the ending song like that. SOOOO FUCKED

[ephrom]

Honestly, the worst thing about the book The Bell Curve becoming as popular as it has is that now a bunch of people--even smart ones who understand the book is full of shit--don��t really understand the concept that billionaires can be stupid. Bill Jemas, one of the heads of Marvel Comics, once wrote that he believed all human life evolved from Wolverine. (No, I’m not making that up, he expressed these views in his comic series Marville.) Sometimes rich people are fucking idiots.