#synth tag

[princemick]

late valentines day card for @shovson

[brawngp2009]

[do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement?]

200 CELEBRATION:🔮mystery item🔮 for @shovson ❤️

[alpinelogy]

🤍 sargebon ? ^_^

🤍 kiss at the wedding/milestone

Ajsjs I’m finally catching up on these (real not clickbait).

Started writing this way back when I first reblogged this ask game, procrastinated until the news dropped but i swear it was always this sappy. Not beta read, might go and clean it up later

sargebon, 0.9k, fluff without plot

The night has started to wind down a long time ago now, the first guests have started leaving hours ago, slowly trickling out one by one until now, where they are practically the only ones left still at the wedding, the last ones remaining. Only the two of them, now allowed to enjoy the aftermath, the after of it all.

They both have abandoned their suit jackets a while ago, neither of them in favor of wearing the rigid garment for longer than necessary. They both looked good in them, Logan more so than Alex but secretly, Alex suspects Logan would argue the opposite. Now however, both have long forgotten them, leaving them hanging over the backs of their chairs.

Logan is standing on the edge of the dancefloor, looking further out where the shoreline is barely visible in the clear, warm night. Alex thinks he looks ethereal, from another world, his head spins whenever he remembers that Logan said yes, that he smiled, laughed in joy and said yes months ago and then said it again today, this time a bit more collected and less caught off guard.

Not for the first time, Alex is reminded how horribly, sappily he is in love with Logan. He cannot bring himself to care, to be bothered by it. If today is anything to go by, Logan is just as in love with him as he is in love with Logan.

“Care for a dance?” Alex carefully wraps his arm around Logan's waist, pulls him closer. He is a solid weight against Alex, warm and familiar, someone that Alex has wrapped himself around a thousand of times before, curling up in the evenings, keeping close to retain at least a sliver of comfort, of warmth in the winter.

Logan laughs. A ringing sound, full of joy and love. Alex is smitten, even after all these years, “There is no music playing.” He argues. He isn't putting up a fight, he is not trying to argue with Alex, he is just being pragmatic, practical and organized.

“Doesn't mean we cannot dance.” Alex leans in to place a soft kiss on Logan's temple. He knows Logan was not arguing against him, that he was only being practical, that he can be easily swayed. Alex wants to sway him. They had their first dance, they danced afterwards, but this feels somehow different, more personal, more private. Just them.

Again, Logan laughs and turns around to properly face Alex, “Okay.” He eventually says. His smile isn't the large, excited grin from hours ago. Now it is more muted, smaller, more genuine and honest, Alex knows fully well.

He slides his right hand into Logans, keeps his left hand where it was on Logans waist and slowly, carefully he leads them back to the center of the dance floor. It is slow, careful, neither of them can properly remember the steps, both of them only relenting to learn this dance after George ragged on them continuously for long enough that their determination to not learn weakened and waned until it was fully gone.

Still, even with their unskilled steps, Alex finds it stupidly, horribly romantic. The cicadas and the sea are the only two sounds accompanying them, their slow, out of tune and out of sync steps. Alex could not have imagined a better end to the day.

“I love you.” Alex close to whispers. He isn’t sure if Logan even heard him, he says it more for himself than for Logan, Logan has heard him say it a thousand times over, he promised Logan forever today and he plans on keeping that promise, “But you already know that.” He adds, almost self deprecatingly. He only barely holds back the awkward laugh that is threatening to get out.

Logan hums, Alex can feel the vibrations spread into his own body, “Still like hearing it though.” He heard then, he heard Alex’s confession. Alex doesn't mind, not really, he knew that Logan would most likely overhear, “Love you too.” He adds after Alex’s words properly sink in.

Alex’s heart clenches. He knows that, obviously he knows that, he has known that for years. It still makes something in his chest flip. The cold metal of Logan’s ring grounds him, makes all of this feel more real, more probable, more tangible. His own ring has already been a steady reminder. Logan's ring just solidifies it.

Neither of them say anything. They don't need to, not when Alex can feel Logan warm against him, barely suppressing a laugh, opting only for a muted, content smile.

One more spin and they stop, standing in the middle of the strangely empty dance floor. It is just them now, it has been just them for a while now, stupidly, horribly infatuated with each other. Alex would not have it any other way, can not imagine his life any other way, no matter how much he tries.

He cups Logan’s face, Logan leans into the touch. He strokes Logan’s cheek, runs his thumb along his cheekbone. Logan slowly closes his eyes, lets Alex do whatever he wants, trusts him because he knows what’s coming next.

They have kissed a thousand times before, several times today alone. It still feels like the first time, every time Alex pulls Logan closer to kiss him something always flutters in his stomach, something flutters and then settles down, content and happy, pleased, almost maybe a bit smug that he gets to kiss Logan whenever he wants.

They part. Logan smiles again, laughs, a ringing sound. Alex is horribly, awfully in love maybe.

[racingliners]

this is you as a pokemon

I've only had bayleef for 5 minutes and if anything happened to him I would kill everyone on tumblr and then myself.

[hungriestheidi]

TELL ME ABOUT THE FEMALE HOMOEROTIC FRIENDSHIPS THAT WILL KILL YOU PLEASE

the tldr is: pullpin are toxic homoerotic best friends in a sorority that go back and forth between love and sabotage and casual kissing to the tune of pretty girls by renee rapp.

a snippet below the cut :*

Doriane pulls down the hem of her skirt. It’s skin-tight and every movement slides it slightly up and it’s a hassle to keep in place. Over her shoulder she can see Abbi, leaning back against the head of the bed, scrolling through her phone. She’s got the strap wrapped around her wrist, strawberry charms hanging from the thin chain. Doriane has a matching blueberry one.

As if feeling observed, Abbi looks up, head slightly tilted as their eyes meet. There is something thick in the brown of her gaze, a delicate equilibrium between casual disinterest and fondness. It makes Doriane’s breath hitch, turning back to look at her image, the cut of her tank top and the ill fitting boots she can only wear with this skirt.

Abbi takes the little strawberry strap off and tosses her phone to the bed, sitting up with her back fully stretched. She wears a short denim skirt, and a shimmering top that hangs from her neck. Her shoes are thrown on the floor, silver heels to match her top, by the unpacked boxes of shit they haven’t bothered to touch since they moved here.

“You are really wearing that?” Abbi asks. Doriane turns to look at her. Abbi has an eyebrow quipped and a taunting smile at the corner of her pink lips. She stares at Doriane, looks her up and down, decimates her outfit with her gaze.

[kartoonkane]

[bluehardtops]

TELL US ABOUT TRANS GR FIC PLEASE

OKAY OKAY ＼(^o^)／🏳️‍⚧️＼(^o^)／

Working title: Trans george fic #1

SO projecting is my Favourite Hobby and a while back I made this poll after my insurance claimed to no longer cover my testosterone (i got it figured out they billed it wrong they DO cover it yippie!!!!)

George won! So he is the Guy who gets to fight his insurance company about covering his testosterone with James V as an important second main character

I had a good chunk of it done but then I couldn't imagine why between all of the merc guys why they'd be too poor to pay for his T out of pocket 😭 I need everyone to be whimsical with me and imagine that drivers and everyone in F1 gets paid like regular people

Technically "There's something wrong in the village" was originally named Trans george fic #2 and I do have an unlisted Trans george fic #3 that's like the opposite of #2

Ask me about my wips

[gasmaskangel]

I LISTENED 2 GENDER CRISIS THEYRE SO GOOD 💥

oh em gee yipeeee i love them so much, their merch is sick too i almost got some but it sold out </3 whats yr fav song :3

[solongavalon]

go fucking here. now.

[eternityboxed]

while you’re asmeep i um. push you off a cliff

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i wake up suddenly and drag you down with me and we are both fall down into the void never to be seen again

[princemick]

hello kyle......may i has a 💌 + 💖pls? (also i can't believe u were inspired by my little ask game dsfkjdsfkjsjfdfdj)

HELLO HAPPY LATE VALENTINES MY FRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! here's ur shovson letter <3

aand my fav of ur stuff is sososoos much ur art fucks so hard BUT OBVIOUSLY my favs gotta be this old mick one bc its one of the first things I remember seeing from u n hes so beloved but ALSO this lew/michael one is so fucking cool i lvoe love lvoe anything lew/michael comp but thiss fucks SO hard. but also this one is so fucking hard the style u chose the placement and lighting choices worked out SO well mixed w ur style

[brawngp2009]

500 celebration: rubens + chamber of reflection for @shovson.

[alpinelogy]

you stood by alpine when no one else would.

YEAH!!! A FUCKING DOUBLE PODIUM HOLY SHIT!!!!

[racingliners]

i saw goose shipping herself with u and i just wanted to say i support but i also ship myself with you so....but my favourite ship is jv/seanagh these days

for sleepover sat -> i have some headcanons about you: 1) you love jv 2) you don't watch much hockey 3) you're not a fan of sweets that are super sweet......

.....(could i have some sewis headcanons)

You will forever be the Michael to my Rubens buddy we are inseparable💚

but yes I also support seanagh/jv 100%

As for the headcanons about me:

Yes I do love JV this is 100% facts.

I do not watch a lock of Ice Hockey as it's not really a thing in the UK, but I do try and watch some of it every Winter Olympics just to see what all the tumblr friends are talking about. One of my friends also sends me a constant stream of reels about Gritty the mascot of the Philadelphia Flyers which is always a delight.

I am so surprised this has not come up before bc I have such a big sweet tooth - the peach rings from Lidl are my favourite, but I'm also very big on strawberry pencils. We also had these sweets growing up called Campino that were strawberry and cream flavoured hard boiled sweets, they were a staple on our long drives down to visit my Grandma when we lived in the Highlands. They either don't make them any more or just don't sell them in the UK but I do miss them a lot (they also made a mixed fruit packet that had mango, blackcurrant and cherry I want to say? also very goated).

And Sewis headcanons! I have many

The first Singapore race weekend after they get together, Seb takes Lewis to his favourite Nasi Goreng spot (known Seb lore, he used to have Nasi Goreng the Saturday night before each race in Singapore)

Lewis tries desperately to get Seb to wear a suit to events that actually fits him properly. It takes him years.

When Lewis introduces Seb to Roscoe and Coco as his boyfriend the dogs never leave Seb's side the whole day. They officially become a packaged set.

sleepover saturday asks

[hungriestheidi]

*gnaws on you* 🌠?

SYNTTTTTH!

1- caravaggio. i dont know i just get that feeling, you know!

2- JAMES VOWLES !!!

3- vampires !!!! vampy vampy !!!!

[charliemcavoyjr]

this is u as a pokemon to me

SHINX!!!!! Baby!!!!!!

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu I love shinx I have one that has a little hat