#spilled drinks

[encyclopedia-of-prose]

I saw the sunrise

Through wisps of your hair

My head on your shoulder

Morning stillness in the air

A night of boundless conversation

Turned two hands dancing under blankets

Translating Morse code through fingertips

Electrifying nerves in anticipation

Sunshine warming heated flesh

Covert glances through lust laden lids

One shared gaze turned into a kiss

Five years of wanting

Brought us to this

Between a blanket and a small space

Strong arms wrapped around my waist

Tight grip holding onto my face

Drunk off the liquor and the way you taste

Interrupted, but it doesn’t stop your pace

Breathless whispers of your name

No discretion in expressions

In that moment

Yours to claim

I awoke to your soundless slumber

Bodies wound round one another

Your sweet face peaceful

I gently kissed your cheek

You woke to hold me closer

For one more moment

All we need

[anneswritingnook]

Out of Balance

Hello hello and welcome to this week’s six sentence story based on the word BALANCE.  I missed last week’s trying to do too many things in too little time, but I am back this week, working on NaNoWriMo, and that includes writing ALL the words!   Follow out narrator as they have a bad day serving breakfast. There is a balance to everything, except for her, she was entirely unbalanced, or clumsy,…

[bunnions]

something something katsuki can't keep his hands off you when he's had a little too much to drink (see: denks the worst at-home bartender in the world, believes a shot of vodka really means four).

it starts off innocently enough, gathered in eijiro's living room, when he cracks a foul-mouthed joke and you double over into side with laughter. the heat starts to creep up his neck, but it's easy to blame it on the alcohol. he nudges you back playfully, a grin quirking at the corner of his lips.

two more shots of whatever vile concoction denki mixed up and he's melting into the couch. he's sitting on one end, a little squished with how mina, eijiro, hanta, and denki are piled on top of each other - chatting away, drinking, and desperately trying not to make eye contact with the wasted blond. katsuki's got you perched all pretty in his lap because "there isn't any room left to sit." a convenient excuse.

you're flushed and trying to keep up with mina's story and you're having a great time with your friends but katsuki's hands are looping casually around your waist and pulling you closer to him and he's leaning a little on you for support and you feel a zing speed down your spine as his lips brush against your arm. an accident.

his head's a little fuzzy, but katsuki's practically melting with the alcohol swimming through his veins. and you're so soft it's making everything even fuzzier. before he even finishes that thought he's testing out the plush of your waist, your thighs, pinching a little at the small of your back, and back down to your thighs. you squirm in his hold, and he retaliates with a soft grunt and by biting what he could reach.

the spit on your arm is more uncomfortable than the rather tame bite he gives you. you can see his eyes wobble, flitting to different parts of your face. "hol' s'till," he garbles and your heart leaps into your throat. you can feel four sets of eyes boring into you both, but you can't break away from katsuki's heavy, lidded, lovesick gaze.

[thorsonoflesbians]

for the monaco gp next year instead of the regular commentators can we have like ten retired drivers on a yacht with copious amounts of alcohol instead? like imagine jenson feeding nico multiple rounds of tequila shots and convincing him to drop brocedes lore so fucking insane it makes lewis' spidey senses tingle live on air. meanwhile, seb is trying to stop kimi from falling off said yacht every five seconds and mahk webbah is trying to either rope everyone into karaoke or is gushing about his adoptive son oscar. david is calling every driver who fucks their car into a wall a cunt and mika is on facetime with his husband and sipping a mai-tai in the hot tub and a least one of them is puking off the side of the boat in the end

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Post-identity reveal galas that Bruce and Clark both attend become a game of cat and mouse as Bruce tries to subtly corner Clark to "accidentally" spill his champagne all over him so they have an excuse to go talk in private about superhero stuff (clark does not find this nearly as funny as bruce does)

[a-cipher]

etho has had his keyboard for 20 YEARS. WHAT

[th3e-m4ng0]

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their actual colors

[queermasculine]

that post lesbian event afterglow.. getting home looking in the mirror sweaty as fuck and alive

[cubbihue]

Does Mr. Turner like rubbing his “son’s” successful career in Dinkleberg’s face??

He does! He brags about Timmy's success to every person within the neighborhood's vicinity. Mr. Turner loves how successful his son is! It really secures his reputation at the neighborhood HOA meetings they host at their house.

Timmy's worked very hard to gain more successes than failures. The more successful he is, the greater his family's social standing!! And the less he gets to overhear his dad ranting to the neighborhood about his failures.

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[encyclopedia-of-prose]

“Everyone else compares you to the moon, but to me you’ll always be the sunrise.”

“Why the sunrise?”

“Because I saw it through tendrils of hair while my head rested upon your shoulder. Lavender, violet and magenta hues reflected in your already blue sky eyes. Like my very own Monet, carefully crafted before me. Have you ever seen the brilliance of daybreak shine in a smile that was just for you? And as the heat warmed our skin and our bodies pressed together, you kissed me. In that moment I knew, if I could have defined it eons ago, you would be the definition. To me, you are the slow rise of morning light. The warm caress of sun rays. A masterpiece.”

@encyclopedia-of-prose

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[thresholdbb]

I have a gripe about the Star Trek mugs...

Picard's teacup is a delicate, fragile little thing held by a strip of plastic and a dream. That thin glass will break if you look at it sideways. And where do they put that ridiculous tiny cup? On the Enterprise, which is always being dragged into conflict

The DS9 raktajino mugs are hefty, wide-based things that are meant to not tip over. They're called no-spill mugs. They have a foam piece on the bottom so they don't slip. They're incredibly sturdy – meant for ships and traveling! Where do they put them? At the station, which is arguably the most stable place they could be cause DS9 rarely gets knocked about.

Far as I'm concerned, Janeway's the only one doing practical space mugs correctly. Come on, a metal travel mug that's as strong as her coffee is black? Takes a beating through 70,000 light years of bridge shakes fighting off the Borg and the Hirogen and still holds a hot drink? Now that's a space mug

[teocrsh]

at some point i'll post my non lcb art on here. not today though

[wentian]

Animated Short: Ichor of Two Dragons | miHoYo Anime

"Cheers!'

[morganbritton132]

Every day I think about the skating rink I went to as a kid where they’d give a slushie filled to the brim with no lid to you, an eight year old child on roller skates.

[dorkfruit]

they r literally public menaces (part 2)