#so it's fiiiiiiiiiine

[fauville]

vesper: *lies*

vesper: *lies*

vesper: *lies*

vesper: *lies*

vesp

[sylussoathbound]

The power he holds with that stare and those eyes of his…

[notsodaily-mother]

Can you draw claus and ninten having a singing battle where claus is singing strong one(masked man) and ninten is singing the 8 melodies.

-Not pkstar :)

day 44: how is he doing that with his mouth

[promethes]

actually so glad he did that it reminded me he’s fine asf and I should count my blessings

[belleandsaintsebastian]

going to work 😔😔 btw. just so you know

[stephaniejuhnay]

Kendrick gotta release that reincarnated snippet. It’s taking up too much emotional space for me, I need ittttt

[elegyofthemoon]

at some point tho. i need someone (probably me) to draw lightning and sakura outfit swap. the two are the same in my brain bc older sister who cares a lot about younger sister. the only difference is that sakura is at least better at emotional connection to her sister than lightning is but there is. there is a similarity.... trust me.

[altruistic-meme]

g'day, Abram! 10. The Politician Fic [AFTG potentially]?

g'day milo!!!! oooooo this one >:D this is one i don't have any actual,,, writing for,,, so i'll explain it a bit instead :')

so this story was actually an idea that my sister came up with and shared with me, and she was encouraging me to write a fic for it while she also was writing a fic based on the same idea :') but the whole thing was bc she watched the first episode of "The Politician" on netflix/ we've since watched the whole thing together, and boy does the fic Not Follow The Plot, but it was sort of based on the first episode of that show

and the plot would be something along the lines of: high school au, possibly Neil somehow ends up accidentally in the running for class president, and his opponent spreads rumors that he said a gay slur to get people to stop liking him. so his ""team"" (probably the upperclassmen? Matt, Dan, Allison?) comes up with the idea of him pretending to be gay so that it's less of a problem that he'd say a slur :')

and at some point they'd find a way for Andrew to agree to being Neil's pretend-boyfriend to really sell the story.

and that's the starting point for the fic!! my sister and i worked together to write a lot of like,, plot out for this story (like 3k words worth of plot), but i don't think either of us have actually worked on that fic since skdhfdkshf

[teambleckpowa]

art block is so hard to get out of ough

[einaudis]

Hello... It's me... The one who planned to go see Challengers today... And couldn't because got sick!

[montanabohemian]

i don't know if my computer is being stupid or if xkit has just decided to stop working because ahhhhh nothing's working. like it's still installed but it's like ... not even there.

[dr-angel23]

Schmuck thoughts on lightners?

They’re a [wacky] [Brady bunch] but they’re [FIIIIIIIIIINE]… they did [certificate] me as [uncle funcle] in the [town] so I can’t complain…

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SIXTY - NINE

Blitzø pulled back from his hug with Stolas and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“It’s ok to cry in front of me, darling.” Stolas reached out a hand to touch his face.

Blitzø pulled up the hood of his horse hoodie, drew the strings tight so that his face was covered and only his nose and mouth could be seen.

“Don’t wanna.” Blitzø tied the strings in a bow, sat on the floor, grabbed his knees and flopped over on his side in the fetal position.

“Eez embarrassing.” He mumbled.

Stolas snorted and tried not to laugh.

Blitzø curled tighter into himself.

“Oh, darling.” He scooped Blitzø up into his arms. “You never have to be embarrassed in front of me.”

He kissed Blitzø on his horse hooded head and cradled him in his arms until he relaxed enough to untie the strings.

Stolas slipped a finger under the hood edge and pulled it open.

“Feeling a little better?”

Blitzø blushed and avoided eye contact.

“I guess…”

“Good!” Stolas nuzzled his neck until he laughed and pushed him off.

“Enough! That tickles!”

Stolas smiled.

Blitzø rolled his eyes.

“So, uh…” Blitzø looked away and scratched his cheek. “What is it that we’re supposed to talk about, you think?”

Stolas raised an eyebrow.

“Well. We’ve been trapped here to ‘sort our shit out’. What do you think that means?”

Stolas shrugged.

“I supposed we did a better job at taking things slow and remaining awkward around each other than we thought.” He chuckled.

Blitzø snorted.

“We didn’t speak to them about any of our conversations so they don’t know where we stand.”

“I guess you’re right.” Blitzø rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“If I may ask.” Stolas cleared his throat. “Where DO we stand?”

“Other than your foyer?”

Stolas glared at him.

“Okay okay!” Blitzø put up his hands defensively and chuckled. “Serious conversation. Gotcha.”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing.

“I don’t know what the future holds, Stolas. And Satan knows I’m a f*cking dumpster heap, trash fire waiting to happen... I’ll probably f*ck this up.”

“Darling, don’t say that.” Stolas cupped Blitzø’s face in his hand.

“But.” Blitzø wrapped his arms around Stolas’s neck. “I want my future to have you in it. A ‘you and I’ in it… Does that make sense?”

Stolas smiled tenderly and gave Blitzø a light kiss on the lips.

“Perfect sense.”

Blitzø grinned and pulled Stolas in for a proper kiss. No quick pecks for him.

Blitzø felt Stolas’s feathers fluff under his hands.

That’s more like it…

Stolas abruptly pulled away.

“What the?” Blitzø grumbled.

“Sorry, darling.” Stolas laughed nervously. “But I know if I let that continue then the evening will be over before it starts.”

Blizø grinned mischievously, running his fingers through Stolas’s feathers and gripping them tightly. Stolas shivered.

“And that would be a bad thing… WHY?”

“Blitzø.” Stolas said breathily. “You have no idea how much I wish to continue with this line of thought.” He cleared his throat and composed himself. “But I had something else in mind… At least to start the evening.”

Blitzø snorted and heaved an overly dramatic sigh.

“Fiiiiiiiiiine.” He let himself go limp and dangled in Stolas’s arms. “I’ll just waste away in your arms from lack of sex.”

Stolas hooted in laughter and started to walk down the hall.

“I promise to make it up to you, darling.” Stolas leaned over and whispered in Blizø’s ear; heat and power licking off his next words. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

Blitzø shivered. He looked up at Stolas. His eyes were glowing a delicious red.

Blitzø swallowed hard, wrapped his arms around Stolas’s neck and nodded.

“Good.” Stolas grinned. He adjusted Blitzø in his arms and made his way down the hall again. “Off we go then!”

“Where are we going?” Blitzø didn’t bother to look around. He was too busy staring at Stolas and imagining the faces he was going to make the bird make later tonight.

“The study.” Stolas didn’t seem to notice Blitzø's burning gaze. “There’s something I never did get the chance to give you.”

That snapped Blitzø back to reality.

“The crystal.” He breathed.

Blitzø hadn’t thought of the crystal in weeks. Hadn’t thought of first seeing it and his heart breaking. Hadn’t thought about the accident, the darkness, the… The dreams?

His heart started pounding.

Stolas waved open the study doors, startling Blitzø.

“Yes. The crystal.” Stolas crossed to his desk and placed Blitzø standing on his chair. He leaned back on his desk, crossing his legs at his ankles.

Stolas reached out behind him and slid the box containing the crystal over to his side with delicate fingers.

Blitzø watched with wide-eyes and his hands clasped and his chest.

“I’d still like you to have this, Blitzø.” Stolas held the box in his hands, looking down at it. “Now that you know what it means… I hope that you’ll accept it.”

Blitzø swallowed hard.

F*ck… I wish I had something to give him….

He wiped his hands down his sides trying to get rid of the sweat.

Why don’t I have anything to give him? I should have f*cking got him somethi-

Blitzø felt something in his pocket.

What… What IS this…?

He reached into his pocket, wrapping his hand around the lump he’d felt there.

He pulled his hand out, clenched in a fist. He slowly opened his fist.

Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Blitzø?” Stolas put the box down and reached out to him. “Darling? Are you ok?”

“I…” Blizø’s hands shook and tears began to stream down his face. “I thought…”

Blitzø looked up at Stolas through tear-filled eyes.

“It was real, Stolas!” Blitzø beamed, crying happily. “It wasn’t a dream!”

“What was real?” Stolas was so confused.

Blitzø grabbed Stolas’s hands.

“Look!” He placed something in Stolas’s hands.

Stolas looked down at the object in his hands.

“The moon.” Stolas breathed. Tears stung his eyes.

“My mom says hi.” Blitzø choked on his tears through laughter and threw his arms around Stolas’s neck.

Stolas hugged him tightly, letting himself cry.

“You’re right, dear.” He smiled as he cried. “It wasn’t a dream.”

***

[sayuniart]

So I watched Wish... the story was fine, but DAMN KING MAGNIFICO WAS FIIIIIIIIIINE 🔥

[prettygoododds]

Thank you @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire and @monbons for the tags

I’m going to take a page out of @monbons playbook and show you some of my crochet projects (mine have nothing to do with Snobaz tho) Mostly because I haven’t written enough this week to share any words lol.

First up, the dismembered bison I’ve been working on gif my daughter’s basketball coach. A head, a torso, two ears, and one arm…. About 3/4 done I’d say.

Next up is the start of my reading progress blanket. 1. I’ve never done a blanket. 2. This is really testing my color changing skills. 3. I also offered to go one for my friend. Everything will be fiiiiiiiiiine

Things should slow down at work this next week and basketball season is almost over so I hope that give me the time I need to write those words.

I’m not gonna tag, it’s so late. If you wanted to be tagged, consider this it and share what you got!

[transformersandturtles]

Y'ALL GO VOTE FOR THE @teenagemutantninjaturtleshowdown!!

Not exactly propaganda as I love both Rise Donnie and 2012 Raph, so have them possibly removing a certain island from new York 👀

Not really high effort, wanted to finish this before the polls ended.

true autism vs autism I love.

Mango and Jasper are fiiiiiiiiiine. . . Maybe.

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[Want to go blow something up?]

[?]

[WTF? Uhh. Thai Donnie is even more insane? He beat my shell last time.]

[Oh f**k yeah.]

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