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[snepfeathers]

"chub rub" should be a type of delicious meat seasoning not a horrible condition afflicting beautiful thighs

[apollos-boyfriend]

so my younger cousin is flying in to visit from brazil on sunday, and will be staying here for like, the entirety of july. which, don't get me wrong, is super cool! i love the kid! but it felt like a super weird move, considering his parents are the SUPER strict and borderline helicopter parents. even the smallest prank/roughousing with him/his little sister would lead to a strict talking to from his parents, he couldn't ever do anything without their clear permission, that sort of stuff. so letting him fly at alone at 16 to a whole different country and stay there for a whole month seemed WILDLY out of character. additionally, it just felt like a super last-minute trip. it's not like we have any plans to do when he gets here, and the flight itself and stuff only got booked like, midway through june.

and i was talking to my mom about it, kind of trying to nudge some answers out of her, and after a while she went, "yeah, i think they're sending him over here to get away for his boyfriend. see if the distance breaks them off." which, first of all, surprised me because last i checked, they didn't KNOW he had a boyfriend. literally everyone in the family did EXCEPT for them because while that entire side of the family being semi-conservative, his parents (mostly his dad) are EXTREMELY old-fashioned. so clearly something already went wrong. and considering the only reason the rest of the family knew is because one person found out and it spread like wildfire, i have a sneaking suspicion he wasn't the one to tell them, either.

and second of all. they're sending him HERE. to try to make him forget his homosexuality. i couldn't do anything but just wordlessly gesture to the multiple pride flags scattered around my room, then to myself, because really? he has like two other cousins in the us and they're sending him to me? honey i am about to introduce this kid to queer scenes you have never even heard of. he'll be returning home with labels only shrimp can perceive

[fir3flytv]

JASON TODD yearns for you. He wants you in every way, shape, and form. You're his everything. You're his reason for being. When he thinks of the perfect being, he thinks of you, flaws and all. He takes you as you are. Everything about you, he loves, even the bad. Because you wouldn't be you without them. You'd be someone else. Not his love. The way he looks at you, it's like you crafted every star from hand, every crater in the moon, and every land mass on earth. Every touch he places on you feels like he thinks he's unworthy to be in your presence. JASON TODD needs you. You're a constant. You're his constant. When he looks at his future, he sees you. He sees love. He loves you. He's in love with you. A light in his second life, one he would never take for granted. <3

[writeyourdarlings]

crIES

cr on the right pic: marzsceptor on x

[stormjay0]

my boyfriend only watches Etho

[meamiki]

silly comic based on a time i struggled to read live on stream :thumbsup:

context clip compilation below ASDASDFASA

(cw for brief mention of hospitals/strokes)

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[the-matron-of-ravens]

I gotta speak my truth. Dorian having bad interactions (yes, horrifically bad) with one, known bitch of a goddess ( a Betrayer at that) and using that as the basis for his hatred against all of them is SUCH low Wisdom behavior

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

VINCENT PRICE - THE BARON OF ARIZONA (1950)

[isak-dot-gov]

Hi! Can you do a fix like the one you did ‘lie to girls’ but instead can the song be ‘taste’ and can it be Nika Mühl x reader

Taste

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Singer!Reader

Word count: 1609

My Masterlist :)

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Nika sat on the couch, scrolling through social media when a notification popped up.

Taste, the latest single by Y/N, out now! 

The excitement of seeing her girlfriend's new song sent a thrill through her. Without hesitation, she clicked the link to the music video and settled in, eager to support you, as she always did. You had been working so hard on this project, and Nika had always been your biggest fan.

The song started off beautifully, the guitar accompanied by your smooth, honeyed voice. Nika felt a rush of pride as she watched you in the music video, the screen showcasing your talent, beauty, and charisma. But as the video progressed, her stomach tightened.

There was a scene where you're with another girl, and Nika told herself it was just acting. But then—there it was.

A kiss. 

Not just a peck either, but a lingering, passionate kiss filled with the chemistry that made it look way too real. Nika froze, her chest tightening painfully. A wave of jealousy crashed over her, threatening to drown her in a mix of hurt and confusion. She wasn’t prepared for that. 

Why hadn’t you told her about this? Why hadn’t you warned her? Now it was all over the internet, and Nika couldn’t escape it—people were already sharing clips of the kiss, tagging her in posts, fans speculating about her reaction. She slammed her laptop shut, her heart pounding. A flood of emotions—anger, hurt, jealousy—surged through her. 

She couldn't handle it.

Instead of talking to you, she withdrew. Over the next few days, Nika became more and more distant, avoiding your texts and dodging your calls, which was unlike her. Normally, she’d be texting nonstop or waiting for you after your studio sessions. But now, every time she thought about the video, about that scene, her stomach turned.

You, of course, noticed immediately. Your calls with her had grown shorter, and Nika barely responded to your messages. After days of silence, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to know what was going on.

Later that week, you showed up at Nika’s apartment, determined to get to the bottom of this. She knocked on the door and, after a long pause, Nika finally opened it. Her face was a mixture of surprise and discomfort. 

"Nika, what's going on?" you asked, stepping inside, your eyes filled with concern. "You've been avoiding me for days. Did I do something?"

Nika bit her lip, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. She avoided your gaze, her heart racing. This wasn’t how she imagined confronting her feelings. "I’m fine," she muttered, but you could see right through her.

"No, you’re not," you pressed, stepping closer. "Talk to me. Please."

Nika’s jaw tightened, her eyes finally locking with yours. The hurt was palpable. "Why didn’t you tell me?" she blurted out, voice low but sharp.

You frowned. "Tell you what?"

"The video. That scene," Nika said bitterly. "The kiss. You didn’t think I deserved a heads-up? I had to find out with the rest of the world, and now it’s everywhere. People keep tagging me in clips, like I’m supposed to be okay with watching my girlfriend kiss someone else like that."

Your face softened as understanding dawned on her. "Oh, Nika…" you stepped closer, reaching for her, but Nika flinched, pulling back. That hurt you way more than you expected. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t even think—"

"Exactly," Nika interrupted, her voice shaking with frustration. "You didn’t think about how I’d feel, watching that. You should’ve told me. At least give me a warning."

Your heart sank. "I should have. You’re right, I should’ve told you. But it was just acting. It didn’t mean anything."

"It doesn’t matter," Nika said quietly. "Seeing it, not being prepared for it… it made me feel like you didn’t care how I’d react. Like you didn’t care about how it would make me feel."

You stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Nika’s arm. "I do care, Nika. I care so much. I was just caught up in the project, and I didn’t think. But you mean everything to me. I should’ve talked to you about it first. I’m so sorry, baby."

Nika finally looked at you, eyes softening a little. "It’s hard watching other people think they know more about us than we do. And then seeing you with someone else, even if it’s just acting… it hurts."

You nodded, guilt weighing heavy on her chest. "I promise, from now on, I’ll make sure you know about things like that. I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m leaving you in the dark again."

Nika sighed, finally letting some of the tension go. "Okay. But just… next time, talk to me, alright? I can handle it better if I know."

You smiled softly, stepping closer to her. "I promise."

Nika, after a beat, allowed herself to relax into your arms, the warmth between the two of you replacing the jealousy that had gripped her for days. "I missed you, bebo," Nika whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I missed you too," you murmured, receiving a kiss to your forehead. "And for the record, you're the only one I want to kiss like that."

Nika laughed softly, the sound bringing a sense of relief. "Good. Because that scene was way too convincing."

You grinned, leaning in to kiss her gently. "I’ll save all the convincing for you."

The two of you stayed wrapped up in each other for a while, the tension slowly easing away. Nika could feel her heart rate steadying, the warmth of your body against hers feeling like home. But beneath that warmth lingered a hint of residual hurt. 

"Nika," you said softly, breaking the silence, "I want you to know that I’ll do anything to make this right. You mean so much to me."

Nika nodded but hesitated, her brows furrowing slightly. "I appreciate that, but… what if it happens again? What if there’s another project where I’m not prepared for something like this? I don’t want to keep feeling like this."

Your expression shifted to one of determination. "I get it. And I promise to always give you a heads-up from now on. I’ll even let you be involved in the process if you want. I never want you to feel that way again."

Nika’s heart warmed at the sincerity in your voice. "Really? You’d let me be involved?"

"Of course," you replied earnestly. "You’re not just my girlfriend; you’re my partner in everything. I want you by my side, not just in the good times but through all of it."

Tears prickled at the corners of Nika’s eyes. The jealousy still lingered in her mind, but your words brought a sense of hope. "That means a lot to me."

You took a step back, looking deep into Nika's eyes, searching for any remnants of doubt. "How about we make a deal? For every project I do, I’ll run the concept by you first. I want you to be as involved as you feel comfortable. What do you think?"

Nika considered it, feeling a smile tugging at her lips. "I’d like that. I want to be there for you and support you, but I also need to feel like I’m part of your world, not just an afterthought."

"You are my world, Nika," you said earnestly, cupping Nika's face with her hands. "You always have been."

Nika leaned into your touch, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. "Okay, let’s do it. Let’s face everything together."

"Together," you repeated, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Nika’s lips. It was gentle at first, but then it deepened, a promise wrapped in affection. The kiss ignited something inside Nika—a reassurance that your love for each other was strong enough to withstand any challenge.

You pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other, and Nika finally allowed herself to breathe a little easier. "I still can’t believe you kissed someone else on-screen," she said teasingly, a smirk playing on her lips.

You chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Trust me, it wasn’t as fun as it looked. You know I only want you."

"Good," Nika said, feigning seriousness. "Because I don’t plan on sharing you."

You laughed, the sound lighting up the room. "Agreed. Now, let’s figure out what we want for dinner. I owe you a date after all this."

As you began to make plans, the tension faded, replaced by laughter and warmth. Nika felt grateful that she could talk about her feelings openly, and it reminded her that love was more than just passion—it was about communication, understanding, and partnership. 

The doorbell rang, interrupting their lighthearted moment. You went to answer it, revealing a delivery person with a bouquet of flowers. The card attached read: "I’m sorry, baby. Love, Y/N." Nika couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of affection for her girlfriend

"You didn’t have to do this," Nika said, her voice softening as you brought the flowers over.

You shrugged, a playful smile on your lips. "I wanted to make things right. Plus, I thought we could use some colour in here." 

Nika grinned, feeling her heart swell with love. "You really know how to charm me."

You beamed, leaning in to steal another kiss. "And I plan to keep charming you for a long time."

With your hearts lighter and a renewed sense of connection, you settled in for a cosy night filled with laughter, music, and the sweet taste of love. You both knew that while challenges might come, together, You could face anything.

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Isak speaks: Ok so I really wanted to write one about the music video, which I'm still obsessed with (it should've been me kissing Jenna Ortega but anywho) and I feel like the person who requested this was more so referring to the actual song's lyrics so I will be writing an alternative version for that one :)

[stringcage]

They did not break up because this is just an objectively in love thing to do 🙂‍↕️

[snepfeathers]

we all love fat foxgirl friday so much, it's great!

but what if... what if we followed it up with

soft snepgirl saturday

[spidey-official]

guys im like insanely single. stop asking about deadpool and torch and daredevil and whoever the fuck else you guys think i have a thing with. i do not. i, instead, have this very cool thing called a civilian identity. who is so, insanely not interested in revealing himself to the general public, which also means keeping work and play separate. calm down and leave me alone about it

[fir3flytv]

JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.

But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed. He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear. When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.

Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look. "Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed. A sheepish smile crosses your face. "I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him." "So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly. "No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big." Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again. "You're too good," He murmurs softly. You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek. After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed. "So where am I going to sleep?" ... JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face. It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do. No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure. Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.

It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.

"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster." Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it. "There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food. "I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster." "Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?" "So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true. "Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile. As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's. The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both. In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.

[munsonsfairy]

don’t make me cry yall

[stormjay0]

Scott Smajor in the life series is like. I don’t remember how to play vanilla Minecraft. I am a god at the game. I have one true alliance. I am allied with every member of the server in a series of complicated debts and trades. I am going to set up an elaborate trap that will not work the way it’s meant to but will still get kills. I am a merciless force of nature. I am playing Stardew Valley. I am flirting with every man within a five mile radius. I am exes with half of the women on this server.