#published...sunday?

[retracexcviii]

Sunday Moon

Hi there dear fellows and Luna lovers. Sunday is here.

Don't edit this drawing and don't post it anywhere.

This really lovely Luna was made by an artist that is active on the fandom to support Palestine.

The artist is @/cinnajer on Twitter.

[dreamyintersexouppy]

calling her early breast growth air buds the way they’ll be playing basketball someday soon

[muggs8787]

Sunday Times September 1, 2024

Jeremy

James

Richard

[emsprovisions]

Happy Sunday! I hope this new week will be gentler on everyone 💕 here are some sentences from a 5x05 coda I posted on Friday: the brink of a wrinkle in time

Carlos lays his head on TK’s chest, letting TK continue to pet him as he listens to his heartbeat. “Remember the Ranger I was telling you about the other week, Campbell?”

“Idiot soup man? Yes, I do recall that guy.”

TK feels Carlos smile against his skin. Carlos begins tracing constellations between the moles and freckles on TK’s body. “He told me for their first anniversary eleven years ago, he got his wife a dozen red roses, ten tulips, six pink peonies, and some stargazer lilies.”

“Wow,” TK hums. “He remembers all that all these years later?”

“That’s the thing,” Carlos glances up. “He phones it in for every holiday, every anniversary, every birthday. It’s the same flower arrangement every time.”

TK blinks. “You’re joking.”

Carlos shakes his head. “He told me that she gets it. That his wife gets she has to be second to his job because someone else is counting on him to solve a homicide or a kidnapping.”

TK’s eyebrows shoot up at that and his sass hand is about to make an appearance when Carlos keeps talking.

“I think that’s stupid. I’m married to you, not my job. And I don’t want you to have to get it or settle for less than what you deserve. You already know my job is important, same as I know yours is…” Carlos shakes his head. “I just think it’s bullshit to push your spouse to the side because you should be using your brain all the time to think about the next case.”

TK softens as Carlos talks. This all really is just about finding his dad’s killer. TK knows he’s married to a good man who will always treat him right. Maybe they both lost focus of that recently, but things aren’t hopeless because they need an outside force to talk to, and maybe it’s because of couples counseling, or because of what Carlos dealt with at work, but he seems more receptive to listening to what TK has to say than he has in months.

“Sheesh…I feel like I should take Mrs. Campbell out for coffee and find out if she’s sleeping with other men,” TK grins.

“TK!” Carlos huffs and pinches TK’s hip, but he’s laughing too, and it’s one of the sweetest sounds TK has ever heard.

No pressure tags @ironheartwriter @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @paperstorm @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @eclectic-sassycoweyes @captain-gillian @carlos-in-glasses @carlossreaders @henrygrass @tellmegoodbye @welcometololaland @lemonlyman-dotcom @nisbanisba @corsage @decafdino @chicgeekgirl89 @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @sapphic--kiwi @nancys-braids + Open 🏷️

[ddarker-dreams]

n darling hurting blade's feelings as she should .

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @ironheartwriter @alrightbuckaroo

@tellmegoodbye @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom

@heartstringsduet @honeybee-taskforce @sanjuwrites 🩷🩷🩷

This is a 'work is published' as both chapters of my 1x05 coda Keep the Lights On are now up on Ao3.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Paul asks, flipping TK the bird and grinning. He's been trying to keep a laugh at bay and is failing. "I leave you guys alone for ten minutes, and both of you get punched in the face? How did that even happen?"

TK just groans at him, surly.

"Who was that guy?" Carlos asks, turning to them.

TK's left eye is swelling and he can't open it properly, but his right eye unmistakably glares. "I didn't catch his name."

"Really? It seemed like you might know him pretty well."

"Oh yeah? And what about Mr. California who you were all over?"

"Mr. California?"

"Mr. Speedos Model."

"What? Ezekiel?"

"Ezekiel?" Paul remarks. "You know a Speedos model called Ezekiel?"

Read more of these Idiots in Love on Ao3

Open tag and tags below

@sapphic--kiwi @emsprovisions @fifthrideroftheapocalypse

@nancys-braids @captain-gillian @safeaswrites @literateowl

@kiwichaeng @pimento-playing-hopscotch @eclectic-sassycoweyes @carlos-tk @whatsintheboxmh

@orchidscript @herefortarlos @sugdenlovesdingle

@theghostofashton @freneticfloetry @chicgeekgirl89

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @liminalmemories21 @ladytessa74

@never-blooms @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

@lightningboltreader @goodways @reyesstrand

@bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings - if you want to share/ haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[onthewaytosomewhere]

it's a 7 sentence WIP (work is published!!) day of the week

EDITED WITH THE CORRECT LINK LOLZ - OOPS

so today will be the last day for snips of my lil (15k) dark & cozy fic - CUZ IT'S POSTED!!! so get ur firstprince, southern philanthropy, and even some junora in there

nights at the moonlight coffee shop is done & dusted

thanks for the tags today @jmagnabo92 @henryspearl & @inell (& tuesday 💚)

also thanks for sunday (& tuesday) tags (under the cut cuz there's a few ) and now the last snippet from it *wipes tear*

Alex drags himself from the kiss to ask, “So, what does this require?”

“All that is required is we both ‘spill our seed’ and repeat a few quick phrases. How we do that is entirely up to us.’

“Wonderful,” Alex mutters against Henry’s lips, retaking them and practically climbing up him to get closer. When Henry grabs under his ass and hoists him up the wall, Alex gives thanks for vampire strength. While he wasn’t always as big as now, post-werewolf transition, he’s always been solid from the years of lacrosse and then working out and running while in college and law school to keep himself sane. Being held against the wall while kissing Henry and exploring with his hands makes him feel safe and wanted in a way he’s not experienced before.

sunday tags that i'm tossing back if ya haven't already done this @kiwiana-writes @sophie1973 @eusuntgratie @tailsbeth-writes @thesleepyskipper

@caterpills @adreamareads @firenati0n @run-for-chamo-miles

@stellarmeadow & @blueeyedgrlwrites

& of course @typicalopposite for the tueday tag - thanks luv 💚

and some just plain ole tag ur its (if ya haven't already) to @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @catdadacd @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise

@duchessdepolignaca03 @emmalostinwonderland @england-would-fall @everwitch-magiks @firstsprinces

@forever-fixating @getmehighonmagic @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine

@littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @mikibwrites @myheartalivewrites @ninzied

@nocoastposts @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @softboynick

@sparklepocalypse @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @theprinceandagcd @thedramasummer

@thinkof-england @tinyarmedtrex @captainjunglegym @bigassbowlingballhead @dragonflylady77

& HUGE OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS AND I SOMEHOW MISSED (tag me plz i wanna see ur sentences too)

[uwmspeccoll]

Decorative Plates

It's been awhile since we last posted something on the theme of the decorative arts, so I'm happy to have found this book—especially because it was mis-shelved in the stacks! This book is House and Garden's Book of Color Schemes, which contains "over two hundred color schemes and three hundred illustrations of halls, living rooms, dining rooms, bed chambers, sun rooms, roofs, garden rooms, kitchens and baths; the characteristic colors of each decorative period; how to select a color scheme, with unusual treatments for painted furniture and floors; a portfolio of crystal rooms and eight pages of unusual interiors in color." It was edited by long-time editor of House & Garden Richardson Wright (1887-1961) and Margaret McElroy, associate editor, and published by Condé Nast Publications, Inc. in 1929.

The book includes a large number of photographs of rooms, however, they are mostly in black and white—an unfortunate thing for a book about color! The promised eight color illustrations of rooms are not all present in our copy, but the five that are still in the book are shown here, alongside some of their black and white compatriots. I especially love the one titled "Tawny Yellow in Variety" that features a shocking amount of leopard print.

If you've read any of the posts I usually write, you know that I love a good binding—this one is a publisher's binding in a chartreuse-y yellow book cloth with art deco-style silver tooling featuring stars and leaves. Somebody took it upon themselves to write the publication date on the cover above the title—how thoughtful!

View more posts featuring Decorative Plates.

-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager

[retracexcviii]

Sunday Moon

Hi there dear fellows and Luna lovers. Sunday again.

Don't edit this drawing and don't post it anywhere.

Well, someone save me from this wonderful and ethereal piece of art. The artist made a wonderful work with this Luna, love it.

You can find him like @/Verbartt1 on Twitter and Instagram.

[heartstringsduet]

Happy Sunday peeps. <3 Editing a 100k+ monster of a fic gets you sometimes so you write on a new fic you're not sure will turn into anything and see you at least have words in you. Thanks for tagging me @honeybee-taskforce @chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland@rmd-writes @zitasempri @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@lemonlyman-dotcom @sznofthesticks @orchidscript

@reyesstrand @eclectic-sassycoweyes

“I know it’s not my call, but I think you should talk to someone about why you felt compelled to do something so suicidal.”

As soon as he says it, Carlos realizes how much he overstepped, how dramatic that sounded, but then he watches as something in TK seems to be cut loose. The edge to his glare gets smoothed by a wet sheen in his eyes. The tears don’t fall, his gaze doesn’t waver but TK looks so lost now and Carlos can’t even help him to be found. Not touching him suddenly is the hardest thing Carlos had ever done.

“Yeah,” TK says, a crack to his voice. “Totally.”

“Do you have someone you trust like that?”

“Sure.”

It sounds like nothing could be further from the truth.

“Your dad? Your firehouse? Friends and family in New York?” Carlos prompts, leaning over the desk and hopefully pushing the tissue box closer to TK with some subtlety. A single tear rolls down TK’s cheek, gathering in the corner of his sore mouth but he doesn’t give any other indication Carlos’ words penetrate. The next words feel like damp paper mache in Carlos’ throat but he spits them out anyway, “Does your boyfriend know where you were?” OPEN TAG <3

@paperstorm @lightningboltreader @theghostofashton

@birdclowns @alrightbuckaroo @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @kiwichaeng

@decafdino @carlos-tk @safeaswrites

@ladytessa74 @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Sunday, everyone! With the Time Loop AU finally finishing, it seems most fitting to share one more little snippet, though this feels more like a tease, before the first chapter is goes up this week! Let me know if you want to be tagged when it does :)

After checking around him for a second time, he goes to Google and types in: I think I’m in a time loop.

“I’ve got to be losing my mind.” He mutters to himself as he scrolls through the results. Carlos knows he’s a level headed guy but he’s also someone who’s based in truth; and the truth is, he can’t think of any other explanation for why today has gone the way it has.

He spends about thirty minutes combing through articles, forum posts, basically anything he can get his hands on. He finds a couple that he plans to revisit a little later in the day, but for the most part, he’s not getting any answers.

Everything he’s read about has to do with people feeling like they’re stuck in life; like they’re so stuck in a mundane circle of time that everything has started to feel too familiar.

Carlos can empathize with that, of course he can. That thought process was the only thing traveling through his mind this morning, but with the way the rest of the day has gone, it can’t be that.

Remembering Beau’s face, his canine tooth, his Appalachian drawl, that wasn’t born out of the mundane, it couldn’t have been. Causing mayhem to O’Connell’s lunch plans because he already knew the answer to a question he never asked, that couldn’t have been an accident.

This isn’t monotony, this is a replica.  

Thanks for the tags:

@honeybee-taskforce, @welcometololaland, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@vineofroses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @three-drink-amy, @orchidscript, @sznofthesticks

@reyesstrand, and @eclectic-sassycoweyes!

No pressure tagging:

@carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @theghostofashton, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise

@heartstringsduet, @herefortarlos, @paperstorm, @your-catfish-friend, @thisbuildinghasfeelings

@ambiguouspenny, @freneticfloetry, @sanjuwrites, @safeaswrites, @lightningboltreader

@louis-ii-reyes-strand, @literateowl, @ladytessa74, @never-blooms, @nancygillianmvp

@mikibwrites, @goldenskykaysani, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and here's an open tag :)

[hannie-dul-set]

latest nabi moment. it's 4:23am. good fucking night.

[silvernyxchariot]

I can take him.

In a fight. And not in a fight. ( ͡°ω ͡°)

How my Genshin break and HSR binge is going:

This fight was easy. I'm a little sad I had to change up from my first team comp because I took out Ratio and Tingyun, but Harmony Trailblazer had to be added. This team still got the job done, just not as quickly. (Honestly, HSR is easy to play, but people just actively choose not to read. 😑 Or be patient. The hints, tips, and weaknesses are right there.) My Himeko and Serval were barely built during this fight too. Ma boi, Aventurine though✨; E1 with his signature light cone, ofc. . . Don't look at me like that; my Gepard would have been just as useful as the sustain if an Ice type was needed in this fight.

Funny enough though, I started playing HSR thinking I would be an Erudition main because I liked Serval so much, but Gepard came swinging in as my first 5 star like, "Yeah, no. My sister can't handle that kind of responsibility." So, I decided to become a "sustain main," though that probably doesn't exist in this fandom or they're just very rare, meaning if my "friends" need a Preservation or Abundance character to support, I have some ready on standby. Unlike the 10,000 DPS units out there. Build your DPS units right and you won't have so many problems, Susie! I'm working on Gallagher right now, but I made the mistake of raising my Equilibrium level today when my characters aren't ready. So, farming is taking longer than necessary. (My process is chara.level > light cone > relics > traces, because I forget traces exist most of the time💀)

Don't be mistaken, I do have damage dealers/DPS and other units built, i.e. Himeko, Dr. Ratio, Dest.Trailblazer, and even little Herta. But I've dedicated myself to the "You're not allowed to die without my permission" curse. My Bleach Brave Souls main is Seinosuke Yamada, a healer. I didn't even mean to have him as my best character.

For future teams, I want Jing Yuan and Robin. An upgraded Serval with FuA and the newest Harmony unit? Yes, please. If Sunday ever becomes playable, I'm definitely pulling for him though. I just added a new birb man to my harem. I can see him as the "opposite" of Robin. So, a Quantum or Imaginary element with the Nihility or Erudition path; I also went off of the vibes his Boss fight gave. On Sunday's note, I don't think becoming a Stellaron Hunter should be a part of his character development. No, I will not elaborate.

[flwrcrxwnlyon]

hehe, today is Sycamore Sunday? more like It's Sycamore summer

[secretsoftheuniverse1987]

I'm going to start a poetry collection for Dean Winchester and you may think the first addition would be something from the renowned classic and this, your living kiss or perhaps from lazarus rises (amongst other things) but it will, in fact, be The Prodigal by Mark Wunderlich

[wynnyfryd]

By the time Eddie gets Steve up the stairs and down the hall to his horrible plaid bedroom, the flood of excitement has fizzled out and left bone-deep exhaustion in his wake. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t felt this fucking tired since he woke up in the hospital all those months ago. “Okay, Stevie,” he sighs as he throws himself onto the bed, starfishing across the mattress. “It is possible that I have overestimated my stamina here.” 

“Oh, you think?” Steve grins playfully as he crawls onto the bed beside him. His hand comes to rest on Eddie’s happy trail, fingers skating over the soft hair beneath his belly button.

“Fuck!” Eddie squirms. “That tickles!” 

“Does it?” Steve asks with a glint in his eye that Eddie does not appreciate, but before he can do anything to defend himself Steve is throwing a leg over his lap, straddling him and holding him down while he tickles Eddie within an inch of his life. 

“Stop! Stop!” Eddie gasps, pawing ineffectively at Steve’s chest as he shakes with teary-eyed laughter, “Oh, my god, three taps, red, et cetera, you little monster.”

Steve stops immediately. 

“You’re an actual demon,” Eddie pouts as he sinks into the blankets.

Steve tips forward, laying his weight over Eddie’s chest, and the bastard’s still laughing when he presses an apologetic kiss to Eddie’s neck. “Sorry. Can’t help it if you look cute when you’re flustered.” 

“Jesus Christ.”

Steve sits back up, resting his palms against Eddie’s chest. “What does ‘red’ mean, by the way? Like, I get the gist, obviously, but, uh...”

“It’s a color system people use in kink. Like traffic lights. Basically the same thing as the tap-out system. Which, I still don’t understand how the hell you knew about that if you don’t know about BDSM, but—”

“BD what now?”

“Oh, my god.” Eddie looks up at the ceiling. Where to fucking begin? “BDSM. It’s an acronym. Bondage, Discipline — or Domination, take your pick, Sadism, and Masochism.” 

Steve makes an adorably confused face, his eyebrows drawing down. “Okay, I think I understood, like, three of those words.” 

God, he’s cute. 

“God, you're cute,” Eddie sighs, and okay, guess his filter’s out of commission for the evening. “Don’t worry about the last two for now. Those are more about pain play” — Steve’s eyes widen in alarm — “which, no shame to anyone who’s into that, but I’m not sure how much interest I have in that particular arena ever since, well...” 

Ever since bats used me as a fucking chew toy, he thinks, gesturing at his fucked-up torso. 

“Cool,” Steve says. “Me neither. I mean, I don’t think. I haven’t tried it, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You might,” Eddie smirks. He leans up on an elbow, kisses the soft skin of Steve’s inner arm. “But you don’t have to, sweetheart.” 

“Cool,” Steve says again, his shoulders slouching in relief. “So, the other two…?” 

“Sure. Bondage is pretty self-explanatory, but there are different degrees of it. The more, uh, extreme side of things usually involves shit like ropes and handcuffs, but it can be more mild. Like tying my wrists up with a scarf, or even just pinning them over my head with your hands.”

Steve’s eyes light up at that suggestion. He leans forward, pressing Eddie flat onto his back, and he scoops up Eddie’s hands and stretches them above his head, crossing his wrists and holding them there with just one hand. Jesus, his hands are huge. Eddie gulps and bucks up into him a little. 

Steve moans, leans down so their lips almost brush. “Something like this?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, his voice rough and raspy and wanting. 

Steve presses in, kisses him hard, his hips grinding down as he licks against his lips. Hot and filthy and wet. Eddie parts his lips eagerly, swallows the moan that passes from Steve’s mouth to his when Steve shoves his tongue inside. Licks behind his fucking teeth.

“Okay,” Eddie pants when they part; he smiles up at Steve, pupils blown wide and face flushed red. “So we like that one then?”

“Yeah,” Steve grins. “Yeah, we like that one a lot.”