#keep it short and sweet ?

[humming-fly]

Team Dark Day 3 - wandering around in the woods before the sun rises is always oddly tranquil (even more so if you aren't worried about getting jumped by a mountain lion)

-and for those wondering what Shadow's wearing there:

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[anxious-chaos-art]

In honor of ep 4 dropping today here’s my page of kips!

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: death games

[ask-mister-mystery]

Stan suddenly feels very warm, despite the chill of the night air. This was happening more lately, him and Aggie in such close proximity. Not that he was was complaining at all. Stan had grown to realise that the feelings that had first blossomed when they were both teenagers were now coming back. This time though, Stan realised that Aggie wasn’t just someone he found attractive, though there was that definitely. It was the feeling that Aggie Yearling was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

She was the person he wanted to wake up next to, and to grow old with.

Of course, saying all of that was another thing entirely. Stan may have been settling in well into the role of silver-tongued showman, but with telling his feelings to Aggie it was another matter. He found he got all tongue-tied and awkward.

Still. New Year, New Stan.

“So…seein’ as it’s the uh…New Year and all. It’s uh, jus’ gone midnight…”

He pauses to look at his watch, as if Aggie somehow wasn’t aware of the time and date.

Idiot.

“Would you be okay if I…uh…gave you a New Years kiss?…If that’s okay that is! I jus’ know it’s something that couples do at midnight on New Years Eve. Not that we’re a couple or anything!” he stammered.

@ask-mister-mystery From here

Even with the chilly weather, she's feeling warm and light. Last new years she'd been holed up in her trailer with her poor son sitting by her and patting her shoulder while she hid under the only three blankets the pair had between the three of them while some of the loudest most illegal sounding fireworks went off around their tin can of a home. This year, Bobby was fast asleep inside a warm house, and the booms of the fireworks are far away and harmless. Best of all, she's in excellent company. She rests her head on his shoulder affectionately as he talks, and laughs when he offers her the bottle. She takes it, turning it over in her hands.

"Aww.. Looks like those comics you used to make as a kid." She rubs her thumb over the label. "Hey, if it's good enough for Idaho, I'm sure It'll be okay. You got any cups in there? If not I don't mind sharing a bottle." She elbows him playfully, her expression soft.

"I'm always happy to help. And yeah, that was probably a good move. Someone calling in and asking of the point of the shop was to murder people was something of a red flag." She says with a laugh. Aggie helped where she could but he was the real mastermind behind it. She just did her bit, here and there. She spent more time these days pouring over Stanford's journal or poking around in the lab, trying to make heads or tails out of the union of science and magic. She didn't mind though. Stanley Pines was a showman at heart, and getting to entertain people and make some quick cash had brightened him significantly, and him brightening had a similar effect on her.

"I bet a year from now, your place'll be the hottest tourist joint in the PNW." She hopes that a year from now they'll be closer to getting that damn machine working. The sooner they got Ford back (or some answers about him at least) the sooner Stan'll be able to be freed of the guilt that she knows he still clings to.

"I'm just happy to be a part of it." She says softly, resting her head on his shoulder again.

[astrobei]

he’s very tired after his surprise party btw

[strawberrydolly333]

POV: rafe meets your sonny angels

rafe cameron walked into your room only to be met with an army of sonny angels, smiling at him. “shit kid, why the hell do you have these creepy dolls?”

“they’re not dolls rafey, they’re sonny angels!” you said, shoving a starfish one up his face with you smiling at him like the toy itself.

he grabbed it, inspecting the toy. it had wings on its back, buttcheeks completely bare, and its peepee sticking out. “jesus is this what you buy with my card?”

[problemnyatic]

Look, the bottom line is this. You're gonna be wrong and fuck up sometimes, that's just how being human works. No matter what you mean or how much you care, sometimes, you're gonna do something or say something that hurts someone or perpetuates bigotry you don't believe in.

The goal isn't to do no wrong, that's an impossible standard. The mark of "a good person" isn't that they always do good, it's that they're willing to admit when they've failed, done wrong, made a mistake, and they're willing to course-correct when they do.

It's important that you're trying. It's okay to be the bad guy. You don't need to get defensive, you don't need to stake your identity in "person who never does that kind of wrong." You just gotta be able to say "Fuck, my bad, I'm sorry," accept that your behavior didn't reflect your beliefs, and change your behavior so that it better represents who you mean to be.

The less time you spend lingering on whether it feels like people believe you are who you say you are, the more time you can spend getting better at being that person.

Some people will try to tear you down when you make mistakes, they'll try to pigeonhole you as a "bad person," someone whose very existence is defined by doing harm. This isn't your problem, and it's not your responsibility to prove anything to them. They don't have to believe you, and you don't have to appease them. So long as you're willing to accept when you *do* hurt someone, intentional or not, and you're willng to put in the effort to make reparations and change, you'll never "be a bad person."

Let yourself fuck up. All you have to do is course-correct when you notice your actions' impact have strayed from your intentions. The right people will notice that effort, and they'll be proud of you. And perhaps most importantly of all, they'll let you make that effort. Anyone who tells you it's too late to change, to discourage you from improving, or stop you from trying, is not your frend. You don't have to impress them. Ignore them, and let yourself change.

[ambercast]

“Oh. Well, thanks for the suggestion. I’ll ask around,” Tali said with a small smile.

“Ummm…no sorry,” Amy admitted rather awkwardly. “Not much of a people person honestly. I don’t really know many people outside the commune,” she shrugged.

[lotus-pear]

finally started p5 royal ‼️‼️‼️‼️

expect some royal trio art soon they are my dearly beloveds (minus akechi i hope he dies in this reality too)

[strawberry-daiquiris]

hello! max f/lando/oscar for 8 or 27?

oh dear. well. i really liked this prompt. so much that the 'small kink game tumblr prompt fic' is too long for tumblr and is really just 5k of max fewtrell introspection mixed with a bit of coming on someone's hole to make it wet and messy enough to fit.

twisting my stomach into knots

max f/lando/oscar | e | 5k | prompts: double penetration & wet a messy

Bob got somthing to tell you wen you come 2 race Bob somthnig fior us to do Bob youll like it Max isn’t bricking it, exactly, but there’s a bit of trepidation whenever Lando drops hints that he’s got an idea brewing. Sometimes it’s a good one. A life-changingly good one actually, like wanting to set up a business together that’ll keep him wealthy in cyber trucks and distractions. Or it’ll be shit, like wanting to get a guinea pig. They had a name picked out, a special cage on order, before Lando’d dropped the bombshell a week before they were getting him that he was moving to fucking Monaco, and a guinea pig might not be a good idea, after all.

here on ao3

[luminique]

lighter loves getting massages from you. they’re not top quality like those massage parlors but they’re comforting, not as painful too. the simple shoulder massage that has him closing his eyes, feeling your touch on his skin. soft grunts and groans leave his body as his aching muscles also lose their tension from before.

he especially likes it when your hands slowly go up his neck and to his scalp. his brain shuts off as your fingers tangle through his dark teal locks and focus on giving him scalp massages. even after you’re done, he’s just stuck there for a moment. his body relishing in all of the pressure that had been released from his body, all because of your hands. maybe next time you should consider washing his hair while giving him a scalp massage….

[styllwaters]

This has been sitting in my drafts for long enough and I haven't properly introduced her so here's my girl Lanh. Second protagonist of Vivere 44 (after Vreaz) and second generation Posthuman, first gens like Kota were originally from Earth but Lanh was born on Hanidias. As a result she's heavily entrenched in Arrow culture and is an enthusiastic fan of Arrow skyracing.

She struggles to keep up with her Posthuman peers due to a damaged node disorder that prevents her from being able to split her consciousness multiple ways. She is doing her best though

[erinwantstowrite]

Do you have any tips on writing Peter’s spider sense? The way you write it makes so much more sense than what I’ve attempted lol.

i basically work it as his subconscious "speaking" to him. to peter, this is just a feeling, but to us as readers, we're actually seeing the words. i wanted it to feel like a comic book page in that way because of where the characters come from. so i take note of key words that would be simple to interpret, based on his senses only. things like "look it, jump!, duck!, hear that?, hello, hello friend!, angry?, happy?" i like to keep this short, like the words are somewhere in a comic panel. the "shiver" that he gets or the "tingle" come from the little spider hairs all over his body as they envision the surrounding area through movement and vibrations

so we would have our scene: peter is standing on a baseball pitch, he's on the pitcher's mound and he's determining how to throw the ball to his friend while they practice. it's a little sunny even with a ballcap on, so he turns his head often to get a break from the light. he is aware that other people are practicing on the field behind him and to the side, but as he's throwing the ball back and forth he's not paying too much attention. suddenly-

catch!

his hand shoots out to catch the ball before it can hit his head.

this is possible because subconsciously, he was more aware of his surroundings than his focus thought was aware of. he heard his teammates talking, their sounds of alarm when the ball was hit towards peter, heard the ball coming towards him in the air. he probably also felt the movement in the air as it came towards him. the "catch!" is an alert to the reader that it's happening, but to peter, that was a gut feeling he interpreted based on his heightened senses.

i keep track of where other characters are, what he's standing on and how it would feel if i was standing there. i put myself in his shoes to reason what he would or wouldn't hear, feel, smell, see, etc. i also have to interpret what would be considered as a reflex

the different words used come from different senses. "look it/hear it" and things like are self explanatory. but things like emotions "angry? happy?" come from reading microexpressions, body language, etc. things that peter was already well acquainted with before his powers and now is something intrinsic to his character, to the point he doesn't notice he did it. and "hello" vs "hello friend" is peter getting an overall sense that this person is safe to him.

usually he has to know the other person well in order to tack on that "friend" as a familiar presence that won't hurt him. (if you read the Christmas one shot, this might make sense now why Peter's senses immediately recognized them as "safe people" :3)

another reason i used this was because 1) it was cute and 2) it was far quicker to write that than it was to write out a paragraph of peter interpreting the feeling every time. it's a quick visual and connects the reader as much to peter's spider-sense as he is, like we also have a spider-sense!

[orphicmusings]

tasm! Peter and its maybe two three years after Gwen. He just needs someone to pump his anger and sadness into ;))) Finds what he’s needing in his shy neighbor or Roommate (You pick) who obviously has a crush on him- like she’s so bad at hiding it , it’s hilarious

oh god…….you’ve already nailed one of my niches

peter knew you were attracted to him. he just did. it wasn’t exactly like you were good at hiding it, either. you blushed whenever you had your elevator small talk, he knew even in the early days that he moved in. but then he started to get closer, and had his hunch confirmed. the way you’d giggle nervously every time he invited you in, how you’d fidget your hands and play with your hair when you talked to him. it’s not like he was good at this thing, you certainly had that in common, so it took a long time for him to confront you about it. 

one night he couldn’t take it anymore. you guys were hanging out in his apartment, talking as usual.

“and i swear to god, i was so hard.” he shook his head immediately. “no,no — wow, i-i meant it, not…” and you were laughing at him, but you were also bright red. if he focused his senses enough, he could hear your heartbeat hammering in your chest. he just said it.

“are you attracted to me?” he asked, the words flying out of his mouth faster than he can catch them.

“is…is it that obvious?” you looked embarrassed, fully red and eyes trained on the ground. he let his urge to comfort you carry him, sitting next to you on the couch.

“a…a little?” he winced a bit as he told her the truth. “but it’s okay, because…” he put a hand on her shoulder with a small smile and took a deep breath. “i feel the same way about you.”

that’s how you ended up in his bed, well, after practically falling on it with him on top of you, unable to stop kissing him.

“that’s it, bunny.” he rasped, pumping his long, delicate fingers into you, reaching that spot you never could. “why…why bunny?” you asked breathlessly, your brain almost completely forgetting how to form sentences. he rubbed firm circles on your clit and made you whine, squirming under his hold. he leaned in over your face.

“well, you’re shy, and you’re cute…but now you’re whining for me like a little puppy.” his voice was like velvet to you in this moment, your hand gripping his wrist, keeping him in place as you bucked your hips against him. he giggled. “i’m not goin’ anywhere…now that i have you, i might have a hard time letting you go.” he looked into your eyes, and you felt that you losing yourself to the edge, spilling all over his fingers. and when you did, he had the audacity to say “atta girl.”

[papaziggy-devblog]

So this should go without saying but I guess I have to say it anyway

I do NOT condone any of the actual behaviors seen in mine or any other yan-based media RL... this includes gaslighted, emotional manipulation, coercion, baby trapping, or ANYTHING like that

And I FULLY believe if these are things that you desire RL either in giving or receiving ends then you need to seek some sort of mental help immediately

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂