#school days verse

[tmvoldemort]

I dare you to kiss ariel @somethingxgreater

Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips. //Closed

@somethingxgreater

Tom looked different. He was still the handsome Head boy but there was a wildness to his eyes. Almost feral look to him.

"Ariel," he step down from the spiral staircase, "You missed the joke."

He gave a husky laugh. His finger curling around a loose hair.

"The others dare me, you see."

He toys with her hair became rougher. Nicking her with his nail. He lean down, a glint of the light shone a red tint to his eyes. His lips met hers and lingered. When he pulled back the red tint was deeper. He looked like a starved animal.

"There..that should please their little jest."

[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

[thisisnotthenerd]

thinking about riz gukgak and how he feels so alone and yet how his words, his works, are the first thought for his friends when they don’t know what to do

thinking about how love is work, how love is the act of giving and giving and giving until you have nothing left and yet he cannot ever prioritize himself

thinking about how he takes every nickname, every gift, every moment of care with an eagerness that far outstrips the gift in its giving

thinking about how his every stress comes from a moment of devotion and care for his friends, from unraveling the mysteries that permeate their lives

thinking about how he could call them to action with a single warning because they trust in him so much

thinking about how he justifies what he gives to his friends even as his mother asks him to consider himself for once

thinking about riz ‘the ball’ gukgak

[tmvoldemort]

Tom started at her pouty lips. The soft gloss glittering on the lower one. How she gently sway towards him. "Mmm,"

His hand reaching for the side table where he kept his folder. Flipping through the loose leaf parchment papers. "Lady's choice, Potions essay or the History one?"

Doubting she break school rules to just do school work.

He crawl to the end of his bed chilled just being in his night clothes. The fabric worn and second hand.

@tmvoldemort asked: "Have you come to ruin my reputation?" Tom said not sure he cared why she had snuck into the boys dorm. "If so we might as well finish out project."

A small smirk plays on her lips as she leans against the banisters at the foot of his bed. She tilts her head to the side, "Which one?" She muses curiously, green hues wandering his form appreciably.

[meownhi]

had to do this once i saw the template (by @/_ksgi on twitter) <3

unbloodied tim drake under the keep reading & weird details about my brain in the tags :D

[tvlipsandbread]

“If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.”

- Galations 5: 25-26

[deus-ex-mona]

when the slowburn makes the ship extra cute~~~

[tmvoldemort]

@pendragcned-grl

"I am rather pleased if you did forget." Tom said, never one for being reminded of it.

Still Tom smirked, "Thank you. I haven't gotten a brithday gift before."

Pinching the shoulders of the sweater to his chest. Amused for a moment until his brow shot up. Surprised that it was accuarte to his size.

"Oh- I wasn't aware you knew my size." Looking at her with new eyes. Rethinking all those moments he has caught her gaze, assuming it was innocent.

Hi Tommy! I almost forgot about your birthday! Knitted a sweater for you and your noodle

@tmvoldemort

[vagabondfromkanto]

//somebody get tiktok sounds away from me. and also stop me from reading KlK (specifically Ryuko) related meta till 3 am.

[tmvoldemort]

@regretismyconstantcompanion Albus smiled as he watched Tom dart toward the gazebo. They hadn't had much time to talk this evening. He had ensured Tom recieved an invitation to the party. A fancy soirée, filled with the who was who of the Wizarding World. Tom had recieved an invitation, as the best and brightest Hogwarts currently had to offer. He needed the chance to be seen and make connections and Dumbledore had the contacts to ensure that happened. "Hardly, your grades do not need discussing. They're exemplary." He was above and beyond every single one of his classmates by leaps and bounds. He didn't need to discuss anything where school work was concerned. "Professor Dumbledore? So formal." He teased. When they were in front of an audience, formalities needed to be maintained. But they were alone now. He him a sip from his glass of fire whiskey when he noticed he didn't have a drink in hand." Are you having a pleasant evening Tom?"

"Mmm." 

Tom sucked in his lower lip. Knowing this had nothing to do with grades.

The click of ice hit the side of Albus glass. It made a bell sound. Nearly muted by the rain.

Oh the party!

"Well we are in a formal setting. Even with all the amount of pretension among them." Tom said, "It was getting infectious."

The smell of Fire Whiskey came mostly from Albus glass and not his lips. He was sober enough to hear this. Still Tom scans the area. Finding none of the other party guests were near. But there were others who had been following Tom. Those who seemed interested in the teacher pet relationship.

"I'm glad we have a moment. I liked you to be the first to know the good news." Tom smiled, one without teeth.

“I have a position ready for me come summer. Mr. Bruke letter came yesterday.”

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie has been going to King Richard’s Faire ever since he and Steve moved to Boston (‘95, for the record). Years and years later, not living in Boston anymore and with three kids in tow, he still goes to King Richard’s every year in the fall. They get all dressed up, obviously – Eddie’s got a few get-ups he’s been curating for years, their daughters are still in the stage of life where they grow like weeds so their garb is slightly less involved, and Steve’s state of dress will depend on whether or not he pulls the migraine card (totally fair, in Eddie’s opinion – no pun intended), but four out of five is still pretty damn good.

This year, October of ‘10, is a polo year for Steve which, again, totally fine with Eddie who’s just thrilled he’s got a husband (a husband!) who’s down for an annual afternoon at the ren faire. 

The girls get a big kick out of the shows and the novelty and the immersiveness of it all. Most of all they like all the little artisan kiosks and storefronts, because try as Steve may they’re raising a trio of shoppers, much to Eddie’s delight). It’s not his favorite part of their day at King Richard’s, but Eddie gets a special kind of joy out of watching his daughters’ eyes get all wide when he reminds them that they can each pick out a souvenir, probably because he’d never gotten that experience as a kid – not for a lack of trying on Wayne’s part to be clear, but that’s life sometimes.

Eddie and Steve do pretty well for themselves, money-wise, so, yeah, Eddie’s obviously gonna spend some of it on their kids, to give them experiences that Eddie didn’t get to have.

Plus, seeing what the girls pick out is its own entertainment, in a way.

Hazel obviously gravitates towards the handmade fairy wings (she lands on those early in the day too and wears them from there on out – archer garb be damned, she’s a fairy archer now).

Moe eventually opts for a dragon figurine, though she spent a very tough few minutes torn between the dragon and a gorgeous deep navy velvet wizard’s cape with all kinds of gold embroidery.

Robbie, the third of Eddie’s prides and joys, heads straight for the swords.

“Of course she went for the swords, Ed,” Steve mutters, “Seriously – you couldn’t have given them a couple caveats? No goddamn weaponry or something?”

“There’s always next year, Stevie,” Eddie replies with a grin.

[brinnanza]

it's like good and fine and great that people are reading my gomens fic along with the airing of the second season of the show BUT ALSO get religion quick was written FOR THE BOOK and was written BEFORE the show even came out stop tellin me about neilmans modern au in the comments sorry he left it on a cliffhanger but I'm doing my own thing over here crowley rezzed that dove so help me god

[tmvoldemort]

Tom withdraws his grip from her upper thigh. Moves back and off of her. Her stirring heartbeat still lingers under his palm.

"Welcome back." His voice rather husky, "I suppose you want a break from jinx back spell at the moment."

In a swift motion Tom got to his feet. Offering her his hand.

"You came to quicker then you think."

@tmvoldemort

She doesn't remember very much prior to waking up. Her green hues open and she instantly flinches, caught off guard by the fact that she's not even in her own bed.

The brunette groans, feeling an ache spread through her leg, "Oh great, a visceral reminder I'm made of bones and soft tissues. I love that." She breathes, glancing over to see that he's sitting in the chair beside her. "How long have I been out?"

[huntershowl-moving]

@deathonate liked x.

SEPH'S TAKEN TO EATING LUNCH ON THE ROOF, after one too many students got a little too comfortable sharing her table. is it very against the rules to be up here alone? yes. do they care? no.

the sound of the hatch swinging open has her bristling. her head swings toward the sound, the scowl on her face only deepening when she sees who it is. so much for peace and quiet. ( not the worst person to have walked through that door. in fact, probably one of the better ones. but seph would rather take a dive off this roof than ever say that out loud. )

❝ hey — step off, shithead, ❞ she calls over, complete with a middle finger flung in his direction. ❝ this is my turf. ❞

[huozhi]

cracks knuckles im finally free

[the-galactic-hunters]

Two Irkens and a rat-bat

This form is weirdly comfy tbh

Its you in real form