#lemonade battle

[gabi-trollastic]

Lemonade Battle (Ed, Edd And Eddy Au)

@happyqueenandgrumpydork *At neighborhood the kids were outside playing and enjoying fresh air.*

[nashvillethotchicken]

A lot of people in the iwtv Fandom regurgitate antiblack talking points particularly wrt Louis being femme/effeminate/gnc and it's genuinely so disgusting like no, Louis is not making his partners engage in domestic labor when they participate in the businesses and investments they are partial owners of. No, Louis is not being the patriarch of rue royale when lestat leaves the house after beating Louis within an inch of his life. No Louis is not "masculine for his culture" especially when compared to other black men in the same time period. People will actively ignore canon to make Louis into this hypermasculine black brute and Lestatr or armand into these shrinking violets that are oppressed by Louis when he's not that at all. The only times he's ever acted even close to that stereotype is to assimilate into a white supremacist society that expected that of him in order for him to earn a living and to please Armand, which causes him great distress and visibly worsens his mental health to the point of Louis lashing out at Claudia and being so entirely numb that he self harms. Louis is not this hypermasculine black brute and a lot of people try to make him into one bc of unconscious bias surrounding black people (black people have been stereotyped as hypermasculine, angry, overly violent and sexual deviants since the 1700s) or to absolve their non black favs of the actual patriarchal and oppressive violence they enact on Louis and Claudia or a combination of the two. It's disgusting, do better

[pibfb]

HEARTBREAKING NEWS: pi found dead after drinking 3141 cups of lemonade

[its-to-the-death]

Battle of the Gingers Wave 1 Preliminary Round #25

Whoever gets the most votes will move onto the next wave

[name-that-isnt]

Transfigure is helping me so much with my gender fluidity situation that I've caught myself unironically referring to my transitioning process as transfiguring

It makes my struggle feel acknowledged, but it's also really empowering since transfigure means to "transform into something more beautiful or elevated". This song has genuinely made the journey of accepting and coexisting with my gender identity so much easier, like she literally fell into the gender fluid in the mv idk what to tell u. Anyways long live black lemonade cookie

[scalemodelarbysreplica]

nothing like getting a little treat on the 5 year anniversary of the worst day of your life

[eddieintheupsidedown]

Eddie: In the winter I like to wear a cozy black leather jacket, shirt, and pants. In the summer, I wear... the same thing, because I look good in black and I'm willing to suffer

[askscribblestuff]

Bites you /aff

...ouch... 

[carcasstohounds]

why did i jsut getting ATTACKED BY S FUCKUNG GOOSE FOR WALKING LIKE 10 FEET AWAY FROM IT hood lord my life flashed before my eyes when i saw that creature charging

[nightlyvisitor]

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed. ( for Ray 💕 )

What a turn of events.

This evening had been nothing but a slow show, where most agents had to be present for an important event. Financial and material supporters were an important piece if the BSAA wanted to keep its personnel together and ensure its firepower in the clash against evil minds. Some less familiar faces to him were in good spirits, chatting away with other guests, while others listened into conversations. Raymon wasn't feeling too chatty, in fact, the loud whispering voices would eventually exhaust his mind, as he tried to keep up with any important information. Laying down in a white chair, hand gently clasped over his closed eyes he can't help but grow restless. A curious hand combs lightly through his slicked-back hair, the sniper leaning into the touch.

A gentle stroke that releases a deep sigh out of him as if all that tension in his bones had subsided. It's when his brain finally catches up, do amber orbs snap open to see the older operative before Raymon. Of course, it could only be him. Giving the taller man a reassuring albeit tired smile Ray can't help but let his gaze trail over him. Maybe he hadn't thought about this much, but seeing Chris in a suit...it really looked good on him. Defined edges highlighted by the midnight black material of his blazer, the way bright blue and hazel shards reflected in the other eyes would contrast strongly against the dark...perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to join another fancy event. But all his daydreaming ends quickly when calloused fingers cup his jawline before directing his attention back on Chris, seeing a shift in beautiful hues, darkened by something mischievous....it was all he needed to abandon tonight's event.

Cut back to the present both men were tangled in a hot mess, hands wrapped around each other and lips connected in a longing kiss. It's not until Raymon has to pull out of the kiss, taking a deep breath to keep his mind clear. As soon as his face returns back to a peachy tint, he catches on to a quiet laugh...a delicate sound that made the smaller operative yearn for more.

"Looked too much like a frog with puffy cheeks ey?" The sniper snickers now imagining a tiny frog puffing and croaking in protest...but having the other smile was enough for him to let it slide. Soon they return to their plans, shirts discarded in a faraway corner of his bedroom as Raymon coaxes the other to lie down. Supporting himself on both hands the shorter of the two connects them back into a soft sensual kiss that's only strengthened by a hungry desire clawing at them. As soon as both of them are left breathless, Raymon starts his trail of soft kisses and marks etched into the other soft skin. Anything done harsher would be soothed with a few licks, some more mischievous, gazing at the other whenever his teasing touches would descend lower, kisses and sucking marks splayed playfully along the other's happy trail.

Yet despite all of his moves, amber hues would keep an eye on the man who treasured him the most. Every moan and groan passed from his lips or the way Chris' body would shake at the marks on his sensitive points...it was a reminder and a promise to himself, that he would love and share that part of him, he wanted to stash away from other people. Yes, people saw him as an optimistic guy, someone who would extend his hand to help...but when it came to such a deeper connection those thoughts would be swept into the back of his mind. He couldn't always give everyone who showed intimate interest in him a deeper piece of himself...if everyone would get a small piece of him, what would he be left with afterwards? It was a frightening thought...but right now the whining man before him should have his attention.

It isn't until he feels a sneaky hand gliding over his inner thigh that Raymon purrs in delight. "You have been very patient so far my sweet boy...Don't you think you deserve a reward?" His voice is quiet, but laced with sincerity as hands lean to gently unhook and discard any remaining clothes. The sniper can't help but take in the other's form, a beautiful canvas coloured in hues of red, pink and plum complimented by the blue hues that pinned him in place. With a soft smile, he can't help but place a soft kiss on his forehead, before shifting back into action. "You gotta let me know if it hurts bad okay big bear?" A part of him knew Chris was sturdy and that strength was more than visible in combat...but a part of him wanted to treat the other right. Maybe not to the fragile extreme but not to the point where it would cause harsh pain to the taller operative.

"I want to make you all mine tonight"..and for as long as I am here.

Words are hummed like a poem and soon any gentle ministrations are applied to ease any big discomfort, calloused fingers stretching the other for him. It was a hard task, especially since his mind was hazy with want but for the other he would take that time.

"Ready for me, mon clair de lune?"

[gabi-trollastic]

This month is Bogota International Book Fair and this year I'm going with my family 📖😊❤️

[nightmareglitter]

So, according to my family, on a scale of horrible people (best to worst):

Philip Schofield (best)

Twinks

Ellen DeGeneres

People who tell kids Santa isn't real

Prince Andrew (this was, apparently, the midpoint)

Diddy

Hitler

Stalin

Genghis Khan (worst)

Make of this what you will

[beloveds-embrace]

Part two of the Lavender Marriage au! Considered adding smut to this but I chickened out lmao if the ending is abrupt it’s because of that 🙂‍↕️

The four men are fuming.

Since witnessing the lip-lock battle, they’ve been stewing in barely-contained anger. Every time they see you- on your porch in one of those sweet sundresses, humming to yourself as you water the flower boxes or hand them freshly-baked cookies- they’re consumed by a burning desire to tell you the “truth” about your cheating husband. But the ring on your finger, and your seemingly cheerful demeanor, stop them every time.

Still, they’re restless. It’s wrong to let you live in ignorance like this. But also, it’s not their business even if they want it- even if they want you. The thought of ruining your cozy life, despite your husband’s unfaithfulness, isn’t an easy one to swallow.

It becomes easier to think of admitting it all to you with each passing day, though.

“He’s walking around like he’s done nothing wrong! The bastard. How does she not see it?” Kyle grumbles, gesturing wildly with his tea mug. He grits his teeth, watching your husband saunter inside the house without offering to help you. He just puts down a plate of steak Kyle knows is too fucking cooked. Heathen. Bastard. Ughhh.

“She’s either blind or loyal to a fault,” Johnny agrees, sprawled out on the couch, looking far more despondent than usual. “Breaks ma bloody heart, lads. She’s makin’ us lemonade an’ cookies, an’ he’s aff canoodlin’ wiith some bloke under her roof.”

Simon grunts, his eyes narrowing as he joins Kyle’s side. “What kind of man cheats on her? She’s…” He trails off, unwilling to finish the sentence, but everyone knows what he means: She’s perfect.

Meanwhile, John leans back in his chair, puffing thoughtfully on a cigar. He’s been unusually quiet, though it’s clear he’s just as agitated, fist clenching on his lap. Finally, he speaks, his tone commanding.

“We wait until he leaves,” he says, much to the others’ dismay. “We don’t meddle now. If she finds out on her own, we’ll be there for her. Until then, we keep our mouths shut.”

The others grumble, but they nod in agreement. For now.

You, meanwhile, are oblivious to the internal warfare raging next door. Your days are filled with your usual routine of pretending to be the dutiful wife, gossiping with the neighborhood ladies, sweetly cooing about your hardworking husband, and pretending you don’t know they will gosspi about you after you leave. On the way, you also deliver a basket of homemade muffins to your handsome neighbors.

Such good men; they didn’t even yet know they were your little kitchen rats to taste-test everything you make for the annual baking contest. This year, that bitch Beatrice will not win and you swore it.

“Oh, these look incredible,” Johnny says when you hand over the basket. He flashes you a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but smile back, cheeks warm. “Y’know, if yer husband does not appreciate all this, I might just have ta steal ye away, lass.”

You laugh, waving off the comment as a joke, but the other three men go rigid. “Not the time, mate.” Kyle mutters, elbowing Johnny, though you really don’t notice. Their house is coming along so nicely and so fast; the perks of having handy men as its owners, you suppose.

Later that day, while you’re trimming the hedges of your precious little garden , you spot Simon working on their roof. You catch him staring at you- not that you blame him, you are wearing your one of cutest skirt and top- and you give him a small wave. He almost falls off the roof even if he does wave back, so you decide to just focus on the damned hedges and hopefully avoid any more incidents.

They’re so distracted by your lovely self that they almost forget their rage toward your husband. Almost. Because just as Price and Johnny are helping you carry bags of groceries back to your house, your husband- traitorous bastard- walks out of the house all patient and whistling.

“Be back soon, honey! You know how long my business trips take.” your husband calls over his shoulder, giving you a quick wink before he hops into a car and drives off.

Unbelievable.

The tension is palpable. John glares. Johnny looks like he’s seconds from sprinting after the car. Simon mutters, “Unbelievable,” under his breath from where he and Kyle are watching from the window.

“Oh dear,” you sigh, though on the inside you are very happy. You know your husband’s boyfriend has a nice surprise picked for him- you helped get it, after all- and now you have the house all to yourself again. Perfect.

You turn to John, batting your lashes up at him and it is as if all his anger melts away. “Be my guests this evening, John? I’d be terribly lonely, all by myself in this big house.”

John really, truly, fucking hates your husband for doing this to a precious, lovely thing like you. But at least it means they’ll be the ones in your company.

“Alright, doll,” he nods, fond as he watches the grin stretch across your face. “Let me just go tell the muppets, then we’ll come by and help.”

“There’s no need-“

“I insist, sweetheart.”

That evening, as promised, the four of them come by to “keep you company” and help. You’re in your element, flitting around the kitchen in an apron as you serve drinks and chatter away, oblivious to the tension radiating from the group. You are practically glowing; your pretty flowers were complimented and the food looks so good you can’t wait to post it on your instagram.

Simon leans against the counter, arms crossed, staring daggers into the walls- into the portraits of you and your husband. Kyle is poking at one of the cookies you made like it’s done something to offend him, his mind adrift. Johnny’s chopping away at vegetables, muttering under his breath and wishing it was something else under his knife. And John? He’s nursing his whiskey like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. It might as well be. You talk so nicely about your husband and what he’s customized for you in the kitchen, still so unaware of the truth.

John contemplates just telling you right then and there, but then it happens.

The front door swings open, and in strolls your husband, laughing loudly with none other than his boyfriend- the one the group saw kissing. They’re holding hands, both grinning like idiots.

“Sorry we’re back so soon!” your husband calls out, completely unbothered by the fact that your house is now hosting four very large, very angry military men. “I forgot my wallet-”

The rest of his sentence dies in his throat when he notices the four men staring at him, expressions ranging from pure disbelief to murderous rage. His boyfriend freezes too, glancing nervously between you and the men like he’s walked into a firing squad.

“What the bloody hell is this?” Johnny practically shouts, pointing between the two men with the knife. “You’ve got the audacity to bring him here? Here?”

Kyle crushes the cookie when he slams his fist on the table, standing abruptly. “Under her roof? After all she’s done for you? Again?”

Simon doesn’t say a word because he truly doesn’t need to- he’s just staring, fists clenched, practically vibrating with barely-contained fury.

John finally speaks, his voice low and dangerous, pulling your surprised self against his side protectively. “You’ve got some confessing to do.”

Your husband just… blinks, then glances at you. “Wait, you didn’t tell them?”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I didn’t think it would come up like this.”

“Tell us what?” John demands, his tone sharp. He is still glaring at your husband and the boyfriend

You wave your hand dismissively, like this is the most normal thing in the world with a soft sigh. “Oh, we’re not really married for love, John. It’s just for the benefits- y’know, keeping his parents off his back and mine off mine.”

The room falls silent. Dead silent.

“What?” Simon finally growls, his voice low and dangerous. All this time…

Your husband grins sheepishly, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Yeah, I’m gay. This is my boyfriend. He’s great, isn’t he?” He says, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek.

Johnny looks like he’s just been hit with the frying pan the vegetables he’d been chopping was meant to go in. “Yer what?”

Kyle stares at you, wide-eyed. “You knew? This whole time?”

You shrug, popping a cookie into your mouth. Ohh, Beatrice should count her fucking days. “Of course I knew. We planned the whole thing together. It’s not that complicated, really.”

Simon mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like a curse.

“Anyways, we do have places to be,” your husband sighs. “I’ll just get my wallet and leave you all be to your date.” When he returns with his wallet a few minutes later, he kisses your forehead. “Bye, love. I snuck some of the cookies too- Beatrice is absolutely not winning this year, trust me.” And then he leaves at last.

John exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Let me get this straight,” he says slowly. “You’re married but it’s just… out of necessity, and you’ve just been… pretending to love him?”

“Exactly!” you say brightly, clapping your hands together. “See? Not so hard to understand.”

The four men just stand there, utterly gobsmacked.

“You mean to tell me,” Johnny starts, pointing an accusatory finger at you after placing the knife down. “that we’ve been stewin’ for weeks over a cheatin’ husband that doesn’t even exist?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” you reply with a giggle, pouring a drink. Your eyes widen then. “But you cannot tell anyone here, in this shitty town, about this!”

“We won’t, love, promise.” Kyle groans, slumping back into his chair. “I need a bloody drink.” And then he perks up when you slide him the drink you just made. “…fucking lifesaver you are, love. Thank you.”

Simon just shakes his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.” under his breath.

John sighs, downing the rest of his whiskey in one go. “You’re going to be the death of us, doll.”

You grin, completely unfazed. “Oh, come on, boys. It’s not that bad.”

The four of them exchange a look- one of disbelief, exasperation, and maybe just a hint of relief. Because as much as they’re reeling from the truth, one thing’s clear: you’re technically single. And that, at least, is something they can work with.

[im-tempted]

What's the point of being up late if I also can't sneak onto the roof to smoke

[punkitt-is-here]

Giant squids and sperm whales existing are just crazy to me. You mean to tell me there's colossal beasts several times my size that battle each other in the darkest abysses leaving whales with scars marking them and that the giant squids are so rare we barely see them alive? And there are even bigger collosal squids and they live in some of the most frigid parts of the world deep in the water? And these just live on the same earth that I make my pasta and drink my lemonade on?

[rottmntficbattle]

These submission close tmrw!! You have about 27 hours, get those submissions in while you can!!

We have 189 submissions!! A lot of fics I’m seeing that will 100% be making it in hahaa anyways TYSM GUYS AND I HOPE WE CAN HAVE FUN W THIS!!!

OK GUYS HERE WE GO!!

Polls end June 20th. I will be absent June 12th-20th and so uh I decided might aswell keep them open