#taking a “lunch” break

[prince-liest]

Okok ok— in your body swap fic, when Angel made that deal with Valentino, did you just have Valentino's mouth walk him out of owning Angel's soul? Or at least once the collab condition happens Angel wouldn't have to obey Val's shit while in the studio anymore?

If not omg ignore me but if so hollly shit that's clever

Sometimes the people who send me asks are smarter than me!

[feyburner]

Do you ever just get in a Situation

[l3viat8an]

Levi is the type of loser boyfriend to make a little custom plushie of his partner (including everyday and special event outfits) because he misses them whenever they’re not around.

And he drags it literally everywhere with him!!!- To class, to cafes, whenever he has to go out in public. Even just around the house, he’ll have it tucked in his jacket pocket and squeeze it whenever he’s extra anxious.

[ryuusea]

sherliam doodle / diagnosis lovesick

[deanmarywinchester]

i like this substack article I found while googling jamie loftus’s book on hotdogs. it’s like a poem on the subject of “you can do whatever you want forever” to me

[notbecauseofvictories]

The number of times I reach for, "I'll make a complicated baking project!!!!" because I know it'll take time and concentration (i.e., I can't focus on anything beyond the mechanical for a bit) and comes with a positive output that people who aren't me appreciate (i.e., desserts) makes me think I need other coping mechanisms.....and also that I might somehow understand those people who work out a lot.

[lady-raziel]

If you want to know how Washington DC is dealing with the Biden dropout announcement, when I got off the Metro this morning there were people in Washington Post vests standing around selling physical newspapers featuring the BIDEN DROPS OUT headline. Like literally some EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT shit. You know it’s big when people start doing Newsies in 2024

[fucking-relax]

TWIST

sit cross-legged with back upright

inhale as you lengthen your spine up, exhale as you twist your spine so your right palm rests on your left knee, and your chest faces to your left

hold it there with regular breathing

gently move your head to look over your shoulders to stretch your neck further

slowly move back to center and shake your body around, feel how your spine/back feels

repeat in the other direction, inhale as you lengthen and exhale as you twist, your left palm resting on your right knee, chest facing your right

hold it there with regular breathing

gently move your head to look over your shoulders to stretch your neck further

slowly move back to center and shake your body around, feel how your spine/back feels

[bakaramia]

Something so special abt Vox who lives on energy drinks and protein bars gaining relationship weight when he starts dating Alastor who cooks for him all the time and insists on 3 square meals a day 🥺🥺.

[poppy5991]

In the lobby of the Endeavor agency…

Dabi: I’ll jump across this table and kick your ass!

Fuyumi: Whoa whoa wait a-

Hawks: You feeling froggy? Then leap, bitch

Shoto: Touya, you already broke the coffee table. Can you just-

Dabi: *crash*

Natsuo: I’m not sewing you up this time.

~

Enji in his office: Why do I have a bad feeling?

[necromeowncy]

A mid-afternoon break. 🌷

[penelopemiles]

Sharing this now in case I ruin it later. Gouache is finicky!

[centipedecenti]

A slightly more human Louie

[butchcarmy]

i’d really like to know your opinion on carmy and sex, in the sex scene with claire he doesn’t seem all there with it

YES I would LOVE to discuss this!! Strap in everyone I have so many thoughts, and I totally invite ppl to agree or disagree :D

Firstly you’re so right… tbh I never gave that scene much thought but I love this take for many reasons. Like, carmy is a VIRGIN. he’s NEVER had a girlfriend. I think he’s barely had friends. He’s not good at relationships. While I do LOVE writing him as a pussy devourer and soft dom it would take a while for him to get to that point… putting this in a read more bc it got lengthy btw

Carmy is a very repressed person by nature. With that being said, I think he’s also very lonely. He definitely has sexual desires and fantasies, but has never let him act on them, nor has given himself the opportunity. After never having sex for 30 years, I think he’s built up a lot of pressure towards it.

He also has so much trouble allowing himself joy of any kind. He has this logic where if he lets himself be happy, tragedy will come. Foreboding joy and all that. That extends to every part of his life, including sex, ESPECIALLY sex, relationships of any kind. But deep down, he truly wants connection, physical intimacy, emotional intimacy.

So when he has sex for the first time, it has to be with someone he really trusts and likes. He’ll put a ton of pressure on himself to feel good, but mostly to make the other person feel good. He’d ask the other person how to make them feel good, what he should do. If he’s good at anything, it’s following instructions, following a recipe to completion.

But he’s probably gonna get too caught up in what he thinks he should be doing to properly enjoy himself. Sex is about communication, something he isn’t good at doing with himself or with others. He’ll get stuck in his own head, possibly being unable to pick up cues from himself or his partner. And probably end up dissociating quite a bit, just like you noticed.

Practice (and communication) makes perfect! As long as he has a patient partner, I’m sure Carmy will be able to reach a comfortable place with sex. He’s a giving person, and he wants to give in bed too, vis a vis pussy eating champion (but also oral fixation lol). I also think a blow job could fix him HAHAHA he could come like. Instantaneously LMFAO

I have a lot of fun writing him being like, super good at sex, and I think once he jumps over some mental hurdles he can become his enlightened pussy destroyer self. That’s the version of carmy I’d write in my fic line “let me love on you”, but realistically, sex for him would look much different than that. That’s what I hope to explore in my slow burn fic “ALEXITHYMIA”!!

Anyway wow my thoughts are all over the place here but I hope this makes sense. I think about carmy so much lol

[spacenintendogs]

rose if ur doing requests I’d actually die to see more toothless I ADORE how you draw dragons (toothless doing a silly art project)

K love u bye bye

hiccup: that doesn't look ANYTHING like me

[everylastbird]

I've been thinking of a soulmates style au wherein hualian discover they are soulmates after XL saves HC as a child.

In this AU meeting your soulmate is incredibly rare and very auspicious, so even though HC is a commoner he is recognized as XL's future spouse and taken into the care of the royal family, but sequestered away from XL to maintain decorum. They see each other now and again, and interact during events and gatherings, but otherwise are kept separated. HC is delighted and pines and generally dreams of the day he gets to officially marry XL and be his wife.

(I like to personally use the term 'wife' in danmei specifically to mean 'the spouse that marries into the home of the other', so as he is marrying into XL's home, he would be the bride in this scenario.)

XL ascends, as in canon. Unlike in canon, when a soulmate ascends, so too does your soulmate, and HC ascends with XL.

XL also descends and falls from godhood, as in canon. Ever so magnanimous, JW ~kindly~ allows HC to stay in heaven upon XL's request, as HC didn't break any rules. HC is, however, bound to the heavens, unable to descend to seek out XL.

Centuries pass, and HC becomes known as a God of constancy, faithfulness, and marriage. He is regarded with both awe and pity. Poor HC, who remains loyal to a faithless god of misfortune. Isn't it incredible, how much he is willing and able to endure to uphold the sanctity of his marriage vows? He has a large faction of worshippers, mostly brides and wives in arranged, unhappy marriages, who pray to him for strength.

Few, if any, remember that Xianle fell before HC had the chance to marry XL. That all this time he has remained steadfast and true to his fiancé, rather than his husband. The gods that do look upon him with scorn and judgment. No one expects him to remain loyal to the likes of XL, so who does he think he is putting on this show for?

It doesn't matter what those gods, or even what his worshippers think of him, however. HC is loyal to XL out of love, and devotion. He is not suffering out of obligation. His only pain is that felt by his fiancé, and the pain of separation forced upon him.

And despite what the gods and his worshippers assume, he is not a long-suffering bride who sits and pines for his beloved. While he yearns for the day he can reunite with XL, HC spends his time playing the long-con. After all, is the keeping of house and home not one of the primary roles of any good wife? And the heavens are so steeped in filth. Certainly not worthy of his husband to be.

As for XL, he strives and toils to regain his godhood under the weight of his lost worshippers and the scorn of the gods who once praised him.

More than that, he worries, often, about HC, and his misplaced loyalty. Every now and then XL hears another tale of HC's endless, unshakeable loyalty, but with those tales also come stories of that devotion being nothing more than a shackle. Nothing is ever said of HC's love for his husband, or HC's happiness, only his impressive endurance in the face of obligation to a worthless husband. XL fears that HC is little more than a long suffering would-be bride, held back by XL's mistakes and the fate that bound them together without either of their say.

So XL does his best to regain his godhood, so that he may re-enter heaven and finally free HC from himself for good.

When, after 800 years, XL finally ascends once again, nothing is as he had expected it to be. There is a crowd, but no one is casting judgment or disparaging him. Instead, it seems as though he has ascended amidst the start of a lavish celebration.

As XL stands amidst a sea of joyful revelry, a procession slowly makes its way towards him, and at its end, a bridal sedan.

When the sedan stops before him and a hand moves aside its curtain, XL reaches out to grasp it without thinking. Gently, he leads the bride off of the sedan and onto solid ground.

XL looks up at a veil of opaque crimson silk. He cannot see the face behind it, does not even know, after all this time, what HC would even look like... But in this moment he knows, unquestionably, that this is not just any bride, but his bride.

Part of XL recalls that one of his main reasons to rise to godhood again was to let HC go, to finally allow him freedom from the weight of being tethered to someone like XL. And yet, any thoughts of breaking his vows to HC dry up in his mouth. He has thought of so many ways to say it, so many ways to cut HC loose of him without bringing HC any more pain, but he cannot bring himself to say any of them.

The hand in his grasp turns, and laces their fingers together. His bride's hand is strong, XL observes as though from a distance, unflinching and sure.

"Hello, gege," HC says. His voice is deeper than XL remembers, richer and more vibrant than anything he has experienced for decades, if not centuries. 

"Ah, San Lang, I'm sorry, " he manages to force out through his shock. His laugh is pitchy and uneven even to his own ears. "I'm afraid I'm not quite prepared...!"

"It's okay, gege." A thumb carasses his knuckles tenderly, and XL's throat tightens. "I already have everything ready for us."