#rainy suggestions

[grouchydairy]

Feeling the rain on your skin is like nature's soothing embrace. It's a moment of pure, unadulterated connection with the world around you. There's something magical about those raindrops, dancing and refreshing your senses. It's a reminder to be present, to let go of worries, and simply enjoy the beauty of the moment. So, next time it rains, step outside, close your eyes, and let the raindrops kiss your skin. It's a simple yet profound way to connect with the Earth and find serenity in the midst of life's storms. Embrace the rain, and let it wash away your cares.

~ rainy suggestions ~

[rainbuebies]

I actually don't remember drawing this

[starryhani]

rain usernames 🌧️ (like / rb if saved/used)

rainism

flowerain

i96rain

rainvrse

tearain

r-ainy

rainboo

rainydayzz

rainfool

cupidrain

rainbuns

misrain

rainseo

winrain

r-rain

[azherwind-art]

Rainy days is three years old! Here is a compilation of the first posts in a page like format, I'm shocked it's been three years and glad it took me a bit less than that to finish it, thank you to all who read it from start to end! To those who for some reason don't know what this is, it's my now finished Ace Attorney no DL6-au! You can continue reading it all right here! Next =>

[pokemon-with-hats]

Could you do rainy form Castform in one of those multicoloured umbrella hats? Your blog is so cheerful thank you for doing these!

[dragonymango]

extremely organized Garry thoughts

[fidgetspringer]

It’s fox terrier timeeeee, what are doing???

Her name would be Teak!

We'd probably try to find someone doing barn hunt over here, which i'm not sure is a thing. She'd be my hot water bottle during the winter and she'd nip at people when we go sledding.

[nostalgia-tblr]

in need of a Dull Activity for one line of a fic yet unwilling to slander the art of embroidery despite the tradition established in historical novels written by people who underestimate the joy of fabric-based crafts.

[junkh3ad]

Nathan Explosion tied up and he’s looking up at you through the hair that’s hanging over his eyes. He’s on his knees and maybe he’s discovering a kink he didn’t know he had.

Anyways how are u guys today

[the-descolada]

I really really like how The Moon on a Rainy Night kinda lets you gradually realize Saki is a lesbian in subtextual ways to start, little moments, and then becomes a lot more clear about it as her own feelings start to become clearer. It's juxtaposed really well with her other anxieties about being a good friend for Kanon, and feels so fucking relatable to a lot of common fears that come along with internalized homophobia.

[workingforitallthetime]

(x)

[kinger-fr]

Raini here again. Who knew actually reinforcing your boundaries could make you end up like that family guy dead pose because people are being nice to you? Anyway, for those who are planning on being weird/harassing me after I turn on anons again… I will ignore you. You are not safe from the consequences of your actions. Ignorance to those who harm me directly is one of the best things I can do. I am a real person, and some of you are actually really hesitant to accept that I have feelings, and if you have, then you’re just rude for trying to harass me. I am in NO WAY implying that ALL anons are trying to harass me, however most anons I’ve encountered thus far have been… weird. I just hope that this blog’s community can get better. Also, for anyone who has suffered from MY feet pic/vore anons going over to your accounts, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what else to do so I turned off anonymous asks, and now some people have gone over to Jax’s blog because we… killed our anons temporarily. I hope that this blog can become a safe place for people to come and have a laugh, and if it can’t, well it was worth a shot!

[somewhat-intelligent]

Gravel and Honey and Sin

Flufftober Day 8: Rainy Day

@flufftober

(Read on AO3)

Rated: Mild T

WC: 538

Judy stands at the window, arms crossed and a frown on her face as rain pelts the glass and trickles down—drop purling to drop in chaotic rivulets.

Across the yard, a branch snaps in the wind, and Judy’s frown deepens.

She’d pulled herself out of bed two hours early this morning with one simple goal in mind: go for a run before heading to the hospital.

Instead, she’s stood here in her bedroom watching her plans wash away in a downpour because, apparently, it doesn’t matter how many incredible advancements humanity has made (they’ve colonized another planet, for Christ’s sake), accurately predicting the weather is still beyond the scope of available science.

“‘Partly cloudy’ my ass,” she mutters.

The rain continues its incessant whipping, and Judy considers her second option: the treadmill. It’s right downstairs, and the workout library can replicate the exact route she planned to take anyway. But... It just isn’t the same. She much prefers running outdoors, in fresh, open air.

She’s up now, though, and it seems a waste to do nothing.

Judy huffs a breath, unable to decide. Her running clothes taunt her from the closet.

“Come back to bed...”

Don’s morning-deep voice draws her from her wallowing.

She turns from the cold, uninviting morning outside, to him—only half-covered by sheets, his exposed skin undoubtedly warm and tempting to be touched—then back to the window. To the lashing rain, and dangerous sway of the trees.

Frowning at the gray once more, she flicks the blinds a bit harder than necessary, shutting out the source of her irritation.

An irritation that begins to ebb the moment she sinks beneath the sheets, and into Don’s arms.

“It wasn’t even supposed to rain today,” she sighs.

“I know...” Don pulls her closer until her back is flush against his bare chest. As warm as she knew he would be. “But this is a nice alternative, isn’t it?”

The scratch of his stubble and softness of his lips grazing her shoulder sends a pleasant shiver up her spine. She covers his arms with her own, wrapping them tighter, nestling deeper as their legs intertwine.

“Mm. It’s okay, I guess,” she teases softly.

Don chuckles through another kiss to her neck, and slips one hand free from hers, trailing his fingertips up her arm. Ghosting from wrist to shoulder, shoulder blade to ribs, and lower, to glide under her tank top. He follows the curve of her hipbone down, and spreads his palm low on her stomach, drawing her body to meld even farther into his. As close as possible. Judy’s thighs press together at the motion, and she can’t help the soft moan that escapes her throat as she gently writhes against him, encouraging, desperate.

Like an echo to the slow, aimless drift of his lips on her nape, he caresses every chaste inch of her he can reach, setting her alight in ways only he ever could.

“Don...”

She feels his pleased smile drag up the side of her neck, and his breath flows heavily against her ear as his fingers edge downward now.

“If you still want that exercise, Princess...” His tone is gravel and honey and sin. “I’ve got a few ideas...”

[yowyowyaoi]

Sasori, on his way to Deidara’s room: Lord, this brat takes delight in making me wait. I wonder what —

Sasori: *pauses outside the door, hears Hidan talking to Deidara*

Hidan: I hate when it rains; it’s so damn boring and there ain’t shit to do.

Deidara: I know what I’m going to do, hm; I’m gonna go to Tobi’s room.

Hidan: Oh, yeah … I heard you finally got mask-boy to show it to you last night.

Deidara: Yeah, hm. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal but, holy shit, it was HUGE, hm.

Sasori: 

Hidan: Seriously? Didn’t take that weirdo for having a big one.

Deidara: It’s really impressive. I can’t wait to get back there to play with him. I would have last night but I was so shocked that I didn’t have time to take in the details.

Hidan: Doesn’t Red have a big one, too? 

Deidara: He does but Tobi’s is a lot bigger. I might just start going to Tobi’s room to play with him more often. He —

*Sasori bursts into the room*

Sasori: B-b-brat! You’re not really thinking of leaving me?! Love, I’m a puppet, I can make it as big as you want! Give me an hour, I’m going to work on making a bigger, better attachment and I’ll give you the night of your life! *runs out*

Hidan: … what the fuck was that about?

Deidara: I have no idea, hm; but if he wants to make his Pokémon card collection as big as Tobi’s, I’m not gonna stop him.

[magnetictapedatastorage]

5 year old mode activated

[rainyjackalope]

please be patient with me as it feels like my whole life is in stasis