#still a bit under construction

[sacredflorist]

aerith gainsborough independent rp blog from final fantasy vii !

10+ years of RP experience | Multiverse & OC friendly | Like/Reblog if you’d like to interact! | ©  

[all-lars-bars]

Head in hands. I just wanna know what year exactly ADAM was discovered in Rapture, please.

[whitehartlane]

it’s genuinely going to be kind of funny when football fans from other countries come to munich for some of the euros and they’ve got to figure out sendlinger tor 😭

[stressedanime]

You already know what I’m about to say. Hand over the Band AU WIP details! Put them in the bag and nobody gets hurt

LOL so as we know band au with nicos metal band and wills indie band, they get recruited to go on a reality tv show thats basically wifeswap but for band members and nico gets plopped into wills band. (its also called pink cloud summer from the song lyrics of daylily as we know to be the most solangelo song to solangelo)

as soon as nico saw will he was like "oh no he's hot" and im making will a lil oblivious at first to how hard nico is simping over him, so heres a lil scene of that :3 (sorry if the formatting is off, i wrote this scene in bullet points for some fucking reason)

Will rolls out of bed, deciding to head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He's wearing just his flannel pyjama pants, not bothering to throw on a shirt because who else would be up at this ungodly hour.

He could could honestly care less about what the camera’s saw.

He walks down the hallway as quietly as he can, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and hoping he wouldn’t wake his siblings.

Will never spoke to them about the seasons affecting his sleep. He thought that sometimes, maybe they could tell that something was up, but he preferred it if they didn’t. He was their older brother, he had to be strong for them, and he definitely didn’t need them worrying about him. That was his job.

He squints as he reaches the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes adjusting to the light that is emanating from the doorway. Was someone else awake too?

Will rounds the corner entering the kitchen, and spots Nico sitting at the island, dressed comfortably in a hoodie, sipping on something warm in a mug. Noticing the movement, Nico’s eyes flicker up to Will’s bare chest.

Suddenly, Nico is choking violently on his drink.

His cup slams a little too loudly on the countertop as he splutters, trying desperately to breathe. Will rushes over to him, reaching out to pat him on the back.

“Jesus christ are you okay?” Before Will could reach him, Nico gets up from his chair and puts some distance between them. Nico continues coughing, and shakes his head waving his arms in some sort of loose placating motion. Will takes the hint and gives him space to get himself under control.

“Sorry,” Nico wheezes eventually. “You scared me.” Nico shakes his head, clearing his throat and avoiding Will's gaze. He’s completely flushed, even the tips of his ears were red. Probably from the coughing fit.

“Sorry,” Will apologises, giving him a small smile. “Didn’t think anyone else would be up at this hour.”

Nico shakes his head. “Me neither,” he says, voice still crackly.

After a beat of silence, Will crosses the kitchen, grabbing the glass of water that he originally came out to the kitchen to get.

After filling his glass Will turns around, leaning back against the counter top and faces Nico. He takes a sip of his water, eyeing Nico for a moment.

Nico had gone back to his spot at the island, hopping up on the barstool, pulling his knees to his chest. Briefly, Will thought that Nico looked cute, curled up like that.

[sweettoothdino]

YN x EZ Rarepair Discord Server

Decided to finally create a server for YNEZ/EZYN enjoyers because I really want to talk about them with new users. Just read the rules and make an intro to join.

*Please note that only adults are allowed to to join.

If you have friends (or know anyone) who likes this ship, feel free to share the link!

[truffulacore]

Wait, why do you want to delete dreampop, what happened ToT

it was mostly bc I wanted to make a separate blog for something but I already have way too many blogs and all my emails were already being used and I was thinking like. I don't really do anything with dreampop anymore + he never really got much interaction so I just reused the email from his blog lol

I guess it's also I've not really been that involved with the askblog fandom since like june and all my ideas for dreampop were kind of trapped by the thought of like "this needs to be somewhat onceler related" even though technically my actual onceler obsession ended in 2021 lol. but yeah now he's free from his onceler origins I have so much more ideas for him, which I guess meant I probably wasn't gonna need to use his blog anymore rip

but dw I haven't fully deleted him, all his posts are still saved here: @dreampopler (both from his main and camp weehawken blogs) bc after basing my whole personality on wishing swag and bitter's tflu blogs still existed, I would be such a hypocrite for deleting my own askblog without saving it skdhsjd

(btw thanks for everyone who ever spoke to him he had fun lol)

[puppycheesecake]

Follow my likes & finds blog if you’d like~!

[a-pokemon-retrospective]

Woah, what’s all this?

Welcome to A-Pokemon-Retrospective, a tumblr blog dedicated to viewing the entire pokemon anime from start to finish semi-blind! This blog is run by @paradoxlemonade with assistance from @aplatypusshapedkite. This blog is best viewed on desktop (but is compatible with “show desktop site” mobile browser) in order to see “the tagging system” and “about the reviewer” side pages.

I’ve been a pokemon fan since I was young, but the only anime arc I’m familiar with is X/Y. I know vaguely about what happens in the Indigo league and Sun/Moon because of pop culture osmosis; otherwise, I’m going in blind. Like, I can’t tell you anything about the other arcs blind. I might get the traveling companions right, but only by crossing over knowledge of the games. I’m super excited to learn more about the anime and share my thoughts!

This blog runs on a queue, meaning that episode reviews will post once daily until there are no more reviews in line to post.

Ask box is currently OPEN! Feel free to ask me anything as we go on this Pokemon journey together :]

[askticcitobyshit]

I just took a look at Chev's toyhouse, and I wanted to know if you'll be writing her backstory? Or maybe making a comic for her backstory?

((im gonna try to make a comic of her backstory and how she met the creeps! itll probably be a while before i can actually get to it, but i will eventually!))

[cryptic-ashes]

(oh heck there's people here now)

[sysig]

Thank you for voting! ♥ I’ll make the follow-up post in the next few days :)

[lullabiestoparalyze]

very in my feelings about the tropicana and vegas in general right now

[bernadelli]

//theme still isn’t totally done but i DO have some icons done now so <33

[foldingfittedsheets]

Here’s a story about the time I almost lost my virginity. This is of course a social construct and by a broader understanding had already been lost years earlier at a sleepover with my best friend. But I digress.

I was dating a boy in high school. I shall call him Drama Boy. DB was big into theater, he made home movies and did stage performances at his high school.

Now. I must make this notation here, because the ending to this story will be savage otherwise, but DB put entirely too much of his mental well-being on my shoulders. He was often depressed and it was my job to constantly be helping him to regulate that.

The night our story took place we had been dating for eight months. During those months had been a ludicrous amount of making out and groping, even one lusty fumble that almost ended in penetration I vetoed on the grounds of not having a condom. It’s worth noting the first time we made out I felt physically sick to my stomach but I assumed that was normal.

But our parents didn’t give us much opportunity to really do anything like we imagined real sex to be. Until he came over for a movie night and my parents left on a date.

Scandalous, some might say, of my parents to leave us unchaperoned. But my parents were very blasé about sexual topics. They knew I was well educated and careful. Their leaving was possibly a gift of privacy rather than carelessness.

So when DB arrived for our movie night, we both knew This Was The Night. The night we’d lose our virginity.

We were both nervous and excited. The weight of societal pressure blanketed both of us, convincing us that this was the most momentous night of sex either of us could ever have.

DB chose a wretched movie. We sat through the first part dutifully before we started making out sloppy style. As I’d said previously, we’d done plenty of making out and hand stuff. Which is why I noticed that DB did not seem to be as… rigid as he had on other occasions.

A kinder more mature lens has softened my perspective. He was so nervous. But at the time I was a bit offended that I wasn’t arousing enough to have him standing at full mast. Still, we forged ahead.

I sat patiently while he tried to unhook my bra, boredly watching the terrible movie in the background as he soldiered manfully toward defeating the two clasps containing the bounty of my bosom while insisting he didn’t need my help. It took about five minutes.

That out of the way we made out some more. Then DB pulled out his pièce de résistance. A condom. This was a big get for him. His family, unlike mine, were horribly conservative and of the opinion that marriage was worth waiting for. So his opportunity to secure this vital piece of equipment had been slim.

In fact, it had been so slim, that what he pulled out was an:

Unlubricated

Glow in the dark

Novelty condom

From a vending machine

At the bowling alley.

I wasn’t terribly enthused about any of those qualifiers, but I held my tongue.

Then came the worst part. DB couldn’t admit that the stress of performance had unmanned him. He continued to pretend his wobbly erection could facilitate the rigorous activity of putting on a condom. He attempted to force the dry clinging rubber down his dick as it softened like pudding under his fumbling hands.

I butted in and made with more kissing, certain that seeing me naked had been such a let down that he was going limp because of me. Surely the sight of my boobies should have been enough! Because they weren’t, I was convinced he wasn’t really into this deflowering at all.

It didn’t help that my enthusiasm for this activity was fueled purely by teen hormones rather than actual sexual attraction. Perhaps he felt the same. It was one thing to watch his penis with clinical curiosity but another to think that my young boobs didn’t excite the same lust I felt toward boobs.

Nevertheless. The condom was more or less on. With momentous energy he tried to jam our anatomy together and rolled a critical failure. His penis lost all rigidity and oozed away from insertion.

Panicking and embarrassed he exclaimed, “I think I put this on wrong!”

To my horror he began trying to remove the condom and put it back on the other way. Health instructors of ages past screamed in my head that the condom had now been stretched and unrolled.

Trying to jam it back on was certainly not safe, especially given the slackness of the anatomy in question. It would certainly tear- if he could even get it back on.

I broke out in a sweat watching him attempt the magic trick of convincing a flaccid penis that it really wanted to get better acquainted with a desiccated rubber tube prison.

“I just remembered!” I exclaimed.

He looked up at me, wretched with despair.

“I promised my parents I wouldn’t have sex tonight. I just remembered! Sorry!”

This could go down in history as one of the most bold faced and terrible lies ever told, a blatant falsehood on par with declaring the sky was green. But his face broke out in a terrible relief.

He disposed of the abused condom and I resecured my bra and we resumed watching the horrible movie, both of us relieved in our own way to set down the burden of Losing Virginity.

The next day I broke up with him.

This remains to this day one of the most savage things I’ve ever done, breaking up with someone the night after impotence.

But remember, dear reader! It wasn’t just the sex! His depression had already worn away my patience and our communication. The foibles of the night before had just illuminated the gaps where we couldn’t talk to each other properly. I was constantly comforting him over something, shoring up his brain chemistry with my relentless positivity.

I’d like to say that’s all it was, and look more charitably on my young self. But truthfully my tender pride had also been badly stung that I wasn’t worth rising to the occasion for. Comforting him over this latest mishap when my feelings were hurt was more than I could swallow.

DB took the breakup very poorly. About two weeks later he lost his virginity with the new girl he was dating. He called me to brag, sniffing through the airwaves for hints that he’d hurt me back.

When I congratulated him with utter sincerity and not a whiff of jealousy he was furious.

We stopped speaking for years, except on our mutual birthday when we’d wish each other a cordial “Happy birthday.”

He messaged me out of the blue one day years later to catch up. He was working in food service now. Was it true I was a lesbian? Yes, I assured him, that was true. He thought that was pretty cool.

Then he told me about this bisexual girl he worked with who was interested in a threesome. Did I want to have a threesome with him and his bisexual coworker?

The audacity. I couldn’t believe it. My mind filled with savage retorts like, if you understand I’m a lesbian why do you think I’d want you to be part of that? Why wouldn’t I just sleep with her without you?

But I remembered the utterly ruthless way I’d dumped him and as penance I swallowed all of the things I wanted to say and instead politely told him I was seeing someone, but thanks for the offer.

And that was it. He’d managed to shoot his shot not once, not twice, but three times, and never managed a home run. He struck out that last time, and we never spoke again.

[xo-codbby]

blue-collar!141 x reader

continued

when you managed to get the number to their service from a friend, you didn't expect too much. just 4 men, an ordinary team. and you needed someone to repair the damages to your house, the entire thing needing to be constructed from the start

it's only when they arrived, your friend had failed to mention just how big and broad they were. like walking tanks, their presence demanding attention as you explained while they listened intently. catching a few of their eyes flickering to your lips and then back up as you tried to maintain your composure. they were 100% your type and you desperately wished you had met any under different circumstances but this had to be professional. any other thoughts had to be shut down immediately

soap and ghost work in sleeveless vests, price had his shirt off. you know how it gets, the england sun (no matter how rare) was too hot for him to work in and gaz with his top unbuttoned, showing off his chest. yeah it might've been a little unprofessional but the job was still getting done, did it matter so much?

a pretty thing like you didn't need to offer them anything but they were so grateful for it either way. and they were very professional at first, purely focusing on the task at hand. but slowly when you started to offer them drinks and snacks, letting them wash off the dust and grime off of their bulging muscles, the lines were a little blurred

it was taking weeks, some parts of you wondered if they were doing it purposely. needing four hands for a one man job but you grew to become fond of their company, becoming acquainted to friends.

"s'too dusty f'you to be here, hen" soap's drawl fills your ears as you hold a tray of iced drinks and some food. they were big men, they needed bigger portions of food to eat. you watched them pause on their equipment, watching as johnny leans in to give a side hug. his musk permeated the air but funnily enough you don't mind, not a bit. it makes you hang on a little closer subconsciously and a soft sound from him emanated, his hands squeezing your waist a little before he reached for a drink.

"yeah, don't want you to start sneezing here sweetheart" gaz smiles softly, the back of his finger gently smoothing your cheek for a moment before he holds the tray off from you. dirt marks stain his cheekbones, dust clinging to his skin but you don't think he could look any better, under the sun and sweating. it's hard to take your eyes off the men as you offer a soft laugh, mumbling a response as you avert your eyes. hoping they don't see how flush you look

"y'mind checking on ghost for us, pretty?" price whispers too close to your ear, his hand coming to touch your shoulder. you can feel the warmth coming from his palm, from working or the sun you're not too sure but it makes you feel weak. his lips curved into a gentle smile, looking at you with amusement flickering in his eyes. the little crinkle you've grown to admire everytime as you tried to compose yourself. maybe the sun was doing you more damage than you thought

"of course" your answer came next, blowing out a soft breath when you turned. feeling the gentle touch of his hand against the small of your back, fingers softly stroking the skin for a second but it was nothing, it had to have been nothing

you entered your home, coming up the stairs. about to knock until the bathroom door unlocks and opens. and there, ghost stood in all his glory. the towel hangs dangerously low on his hips, exposing the v line you desperately wanted to touch. you can barely catch your breath, feeling overwhelmed from the sun and their presence. watching his muscles shining with water drops, the steam rising from his skin. the tattoos shining along with the scars he had littered on his skin

"y'lookin' f'me, doll?" his deep baritone voice caresses your senses and your throat dries up for a second, unable to speak. just wanting to appreciate him and his body. his hand squeezes your shoulder so softly, his body pressed against yours for a moment too long. you can feel his palm trail across your waist, his scent sparking heat straight to your core. without all the dust on his face, without the black mask he wore, you get to see all his features and it makes you shiver at how gorgeous he seemed to look. his gaze is much more intimate and he only offers you a half smile, eyes glinting before he straightened up and headed to the other room to change. not before skimming his lips across your forehead, your body tense wanting to follow him to get out of your clothes and feel what you've been aching for all this time

but it was all professional, it had to have been. right?

[big-expectations]

“ Hmmm... Guess I got some cleanin’ to do. “