#short n sweet c:

[inkykeiji]

so anyway, i hope u are all very excited for some dark academia touya tomorrow night!!! <3 i’m just taking today to edit him n polish him up <3 it’s a tiny piece but a good one!!!

[twicarpenter]

like or reblog ♡

[ssparksflyy]

heart break is one thing, my ego's another, i beg you dont embarrass me motherfuckerrrr

[goldthorn-archive]

fic wip thingggg show me HANDS or HAIR

omg hi frankie! u can have both! from my as yet unnamed pink dress benny cross wip:

Benny has his hands clasped together in front of his crotch, a vain attempt to feel more covered

The air is cool against his legs, goosebumps rising beneath pale gold hairs

[blockofhoney]

finished the c!tubbo limbo fic i’ve been working on the past week or so 👍👍

[alecflynn]

WHERE: the halloween rave. WHO: @xxshambles & alec.

"This underwear is riding up my ass crack," Alec complained, clomping through the crowd in the heeled boots he'd been stupid enough to agree to despite having no idea how to actually walk in them. "And my cheeks are not used to this much air. Why is being sexy so hard?"

[nattigrande]

shawn mendes is so 🤢 like two album that have come out this year have songs about him and is about him leading this ladies and needing therapy

[spookyscarybookdragony]

Gonna be honest I feel like people are really reaching with the Shawn Camilla and Sabrina drama and the parallels between Coincidence and June Gloom because they want there to be drama. It doesn't really seem to me that they're related.

[cursedflesh]

          starter for @sabbioneta​ !!

          “...is there something i can help you with?”

[slashcrz]

semi-closed for the chakri family (and associated members, aka partners/loved ones, anyone considered family)

" knock, knock. " the king hovered in their doorway, fingers rapping lightly on the wood as he made his presence known. he was making his rounds through the family, and offered up a reluctant smile. " unfortunately due to the recent escape scandal, and that whole ordeal being a mess of things, our import ships are being held offshore. no stowaways to thailand. " he rolled his eyes, leaning now with arms crossed in the doorway, and rose his eyebrows. " so i will be sending someone in a dinghy to fetch the essentials. anything important that cannot wait a few days i should ensure gets brought to shore? "

[adamoromerof]

a starter for @alekgray,

"You seem... happier," Adamo wasn't sure what to expect since Alek had abdicated from the Alpha position, it wasn't something that typically happened; normally one was overthrown or suffered a terrible demise, most didn't just jump ship. The Cold had put together the context clues, and though he peered around the cabin Alek was situated in with light disdain, it was obviously wildly unkempt, his former alpha did seem as though a substantial weight was lifted off his shoulders. "Are you going to show up to see who picks up the mantle next?" A teasing inquiry, Adamo smiled softly; he'd believed in Alek's abilities to hold onto the title but he hadn't taken several steps back to realize that just because he could doesn't mean one should.

[will-york]

"Hey, I've been looking for you." Will had spent a lot of time with the dudes in his life tonight but he knew the night wouldn't feel complete without some time with Logan. "Uh, I stashed some snacks in my pockets and I saved the ferris wheel for us, you wanna go? Looks like it's about to be sunset, kind of the perfect time if you ask me." @logandonovan

[hernando-valdez]

"I leave for a month and you stop remembering to eat your meals. Estoy flaco, papo, have you missed my cooking?" Hernando's smile was wide as he walked into the Madre Tierra and saw Camilo waiting at their new favorite table. He opened his arms to wrap him up in a hug, giving his back a few pats and a kiss on his cheek before pulling away. "Missed you, man. You order anything yet? I'm starving. And I'm getting a beer. Your treat, right?" @camilowylders

[chorusgirls]

in a corner of the opera house, up against french doors overlooking the skyline ╱ @burninqhill + hector

a careful performance to womanhood, the trait selectively bred into sabine like so many others ⸺ learned from the spotlight constantly shining atop her head, the judges primed and ready on every street corner and classroom, scorecards raised on categories of depth and innocence and sexuality. before sabine had become a dancer she was an artist, her face a canvas on which she could paint a revised portrait of herself: the perfect daughter, the modern woman. elegant, blithe, content, and wrapped on all sides by velvet rope.

so adeline underwood may have understood what was being done when she places herself against the end of the room in a pocket of solitude, a single pearl against the cooling blue sky, like a stray moon fallen from its strand. hector underwood would not. hector, raised in his boyhood and no schemer like his sister; his emotions and self countenance a barrage of full, uncomplicated colours: red as the poppy, blue as the sea, yellow as sun. pigments that had never had to be mixed.

adeline would have seen the choreography, the need in her performance. her brother would not. does not. by the time he approaches, has not. sabine waits until the opportune moment to cant her head over her shoulder, a silver arrow of moonlight across her face. jewelry chimes, two diamonds as warning bells against her ears. proceed no further.

"i thought you weren't having anything to do with me anymore."

[nataliavega]

WHERE: nat’s dorm. WHO: @court-mills​ & nat.

It was only when the knock came from her door that Nat realized she was running late. Her head whipped to the clock on her bedside table and she cursed under her breath. Still in her silk pajamas, she slipped quickly into the robe hanging on the hook of her door and jogged to the door. “Hey!” she greeted on a breathy exhale as she pulled the door open to see Coco standing outside. “I’m so sorry, I totally spaced. I just need like five minutes to get dressed, is that okay? Come in and wait, raid the mini fridge if you want. I’ll be right out, I’m sorry!” 

[survibers]

"You know you could write a memoir just for me. So I can truly live vicariously through you," Avery teased as she sat with Lucy in her apartment. To say she was happy for Lucy would have been an understatement but to say she was also jealous would have been absolutely true. Lucy had come back, yes but she had also been out there actually being a journalist. In LA no less and Avery found herself wanting to know every single detail of it. "How are you settling in back home?" @rebelsrebels