#thanks for sending this in🥰🥰🥰

[towez]

hi! this is random but im heartbroken and just so sad right now and need some thing happy and i was wondering if you had any good, comfort 1988 fics to rec? thanks 💔💔💔

Hi Anon! I feel this from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head. If you wanna yell, scream, or be sad about this, my inbox is always always open!

I kind of made two lists for you? Here are some fics that are super cute, and I think will give you the feel good boost that we all desperately need right now.

A Sorta Faerietale

A More Gentlemanlike Manner

These next couple are not necessarily comfort fics, but they are comfort fics to meeeeeeeee. I read them whenever I am having a bad day, and they just hit every time. These are in no particular order, I love them all equally!

Make His Brown Eyes Blue

l'amour

For Richer Or For Poorer

My Heart Forgets To Beat

The Walls Kept Tumblin Down

Turnabout

I'll Be The Cure

Radical Acceptance

Love Is A Contact Sport

A Light-Handed Approach To Regulation

Anything by these authors mentioned above is gonna be a good time. There are a lot more fics that should be on both lists, but my brain is still sad. I hope you enjoy anon!

[handledwithgloves]

romione being the most cute couple while drarry creating chaos!! Love them

romione causes chaos too!! (she has a dynamight)

[girlsdads]

46!!!!

46: shimmer

Daniel’s waist has always fit perfectly in Max’s hands like this, when he is on his knees, chest down in the pillows, spread wide open for Max’s cock. He is not so skinny now as when he was racing, back when Max could almost touch the tips of his middle fingers together over Daniel’s belly button. Now, there is a soft layer of fat, hanging just a little bit downward with gravity, that squishes gloriously in Max’s grip. Still he is the perfect size for Max’s thumbs to meet where he presses them against Daniel’s spine.

Daniel moans, high-pitched and mostly breath, the arch in his back deepening as Max grinds his pelvis against the meat of his ass. There is so just much more of him, everywhere—Max wishes he had twelve extra hands to be holding all of Daniel at once. He shifts his grasp down to Daniel’s hips, thumb nails pressing divots into the stretch marks there. They shimmer in the warm lamplight.

This is always the best thing about fucking Daniel with the lights on—Max gets to marvel at every new part of him, the way his skin has stretched and shifted to accommodate his happiness, they way his body ripples as Max pulls him back onto his cock.

How lucky he is, Max thinks, that he is being allowed to love every version of Daniel.

[wakeywakeyjakey]

my best friend is into batjokes too and they’re the artist to my author <3 (posted with permission)

[mobius-m-mobius]

*shows up late as a bedsheet ghost* trick or treat? 🥺🎃

Luckily time's not a construct around here or I'd be just as late so we're good to go 😂💖 Truly choosing a favorite of your fics is near impossible but Hold the Vodka has long been one of my very favorite comforts (also shoutout to @wolfpup026's gorgeous artwork to match 🥰) so it was hard to resist getting inspiration from a few lines to picture Lokius sharing a toast before heading out to start that new life together!

[tennessoui]

In honor of the upcoming US holiday, and to make you feel better, how would wine party Obikin cooking Thanksgiving dinner together? Which is to say, what are Obi-Wan's thoughts on Anakin frying a turkey in a trashcan in the backyard.....

i highly doubt that obi-wan would allow anakin to get this far into frying a turkey without stepping in and alerting the authorities, who regretfully inform him that it's a free country (to which obi-wan snaps back that it's certainly a stupid one)

i cannot see their relationships truly surviving a thanksgiving dinner together let's be real because both of them are going to be insufferable. obi-wan isn't american but has been on the food scene for his entire adult life and career and so has very correct and precise opinions about how food should be cooked, what dishes go well together, how much food should be made to feed the guests, etc etc. anakin is american and has very correct precise opinions based on his experience growing up eating these foods, and he thinks everything needs to be sort of yellow and there needs to be more casseroles and a cranberry compote is not the same thing as cranberry sauce, obi-wan, get out of the kitchen right this instant.

they almost come to blows over the mashed potatoes (and this is after they strike a peace accord vis a vis the skin on vs skin off debate) when anakin insists that they need to put ranch dressing in the pot along with the cream to mash them and obi-wan insists anakin obviously needs to be baptized a second time seeing as how he's strayed so far from the light of god, etc etc

i imagine what they decide to do is have 3 thanksgiving dinners: one with Anakin's friends and family, where obi-wan stays politely out of the kitchen (and even out of the house at times when anakin feels like he can feel his judgement from the living room) and eats seconds but absolutely does not ask about any ingredients that may or may not be in the food; then they have a thanksgiving dinner at obi-wan's house with obi-wan's friends and family, served on fine fancy plates and with an actual gravy boat on pristine lace tablecloths. anakin does not help cook this one and actually just spends most of the day rough housing with the assorted kids which obi-wan tries to not find endearing

and then, on actual thanksgiving, they have their last meal which is just them two at obi-wan's place and thai take-out that they eat from opposite sides of the couch. talking, optional.

[faunandfloraas]

Look at all these boys Taylor @linoyes sent 🥹🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also how did you access my tumblr drafts 🔎

[sainz100]

📸 by Mark Sutton

[swordmaid]

please draw your special blorbo (shri'iia) for the six characters thing

rat woman covered in blood send post!!!!!!!

[towez]

I was rewatching Jonny’s 1000th game ceremony to remember happier times and noticed his brother was wearing brown shoes at the event 😅 Guess it runs in the family!

So I see you also do completely normal things such as watching old videos to soothe your soul! I did not notice David’s brown shoes originally, but I am looking now, and they are VERY brown. I just know deep in my soul that if Jonny wasn’t wearing his skates he would also be in the ugliest pair of brown shoes imaginable.

Please, let me take you about 7.5 months from that video to Hossa’s jersey retirement. THESE ARE THE SHOES THAT HE DECIDED TO PUT ON HIS FEET.

Why Jonathan? Why?

I don’t hate ~all~ of his brown shoes, but there are other colors that exist. Heck. I love his dad sneakers and would love to see those more!

What can you do with the Toews’ though? Their love for dogs cancels out their love of brown shoes in my opinion! And I will keep supporting them brown shoes and all 😂

[taemmin]

[elliesgaymachete]

Vexleth - number 22 (in a rush of adrenaline)

Vex noticed the ambush a split second before it happened. The crunch of dirt underfoot and the twang of drawn bows gave it away. She wasn’t sure how many, but she knew they were outnumbered.

“Keyleth, get down!” was all she could shout before the hail of arrows began.

She shoved Keyleth prone, so most of the arrows missed her, but a few grazed Vex in the process. She drew her own bow.

“What do you think, darling?” Vex muttered. “Should we show them not to underestimate us?”

Keyleth nodded. “Definitely.”

Her form began to shift as she lunged for the nearest archer. Vex smirked, satisfied that Kiki could take care of herself.

Vex sent arrows toward everyone she could see. Most of them went down in one hit, easy. They have must been petty thieves, looking to cut the purses of some unsuspecting looking women. They had know idea what they were getting into.

Vex didn’t bother killing them. She hoped, at least, that this would teach them a lesson.

After she downed four masked figures, she turned to see how Keyleth was faring, only to find a spellcaster towering over her, magic sparkling at their fingertips. She gulped.

Just then, a roar pierced the air as the caster was tackled by a large, predator cat, paws the size of their head, claws out. The figure crumpled to the ground, and as the beast stood, it shifted back into the familiar visage of her friend. Keyleth tripped over the legs of the person she had just knocked prone and stumbled into Vex’s arms.

She looked up, panting heavily, and gave Vex a shy smile.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Vex’s heart pounded in her chest from the rush of battle, but also from the way the sunlight hit Keyleth’s eyes, setting the green irises aflame. Her grip tightened around Keyleth’s waist, her gaze dropped to soft lips.

Keyleth’s eyes grew wide and a blush colored her cheeks. “Vex…” she started. “What are you—?”

Vex cut her off with a swift, lingering kiss. She could hear her own heart thrumming in her ears, she could feel Keyleth’s pulse thrumming under her fingertips, she could taste the sweat on her lips.

When they broke apart, Keyleth was still panting, but it wasn’t from the fight this time.

“Vex’ahlia,” she whispered, as she anxiously fiddled with a strap of armor on Vex’s chest. “What was that for?”

Vex shrugged. “I wanted to,” she admitted.

Keyleth’s eyes were still wide and her mouth hung open in shock. She didn’t say anything for a moment, and Vex hastily began to pull up her own walls again.

“Is that a problem?” she added, with just a bit too much defensive contempt. Vex felt a little guilty for lashing out, but this seemed to snap Keyleth out of her daze. She blinked.

“No,” Keyleth said quickly. She wrapped a hand around the back of Vex’s neck, brushed a thumb across the line of her jaw, and smiled. “No. No problem at all. I liked—er—you can do it again. If you want.”

Vex couldn’t help but chuckle at Keyleth’s nervous mannerisms. She brushed a red lock out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She let her hand linger and gently cupped her cheek.

“As you wish.”

This time, as Vex leaned in, Keyleth stood on her tip toes and met her lips in the middle.

[gender-fluidz]

After a quick read through Tumblrs, I figured this should be alright

[httpiastri]

I'm sorry to rumble but you're the only active F2 acocunt I know... I hate Hadjar with passion. like, his anger issues? how entitled he is? not saying he is bad, but with that mentality he will have problems to get in a bigger league. no one wants a driver that has such a massive anger issues and thinks he is without mistake and everything is everyone else's fault.

sfhdfhjs don't apologize! it's what i'm here for !!!! 😁

idk if i feel safe saying this but... i agree..... i didn't dislike him super much before monaco, i kinda just didn't like him, but now im just ?? 😭 i hate hate hate whiny drivers, and especially ones that just cant accept it and apologize afterwards... i get that you get emotional while racing but later you should be able to come to your senses??

like when paul complained about franco taking his lead in imola, i get that he was upset but his radio message was kinda icky.... but then later he congratulated franco on his story and im sure he did irl too, and that makes it sm better imo. but isack? complaining about getting a penalty in melbourne despite how he clearly was at fault there? and screaming like that on the radio both in monaco and yesterday during quali?? pretty awkward if you ask me 😶

[bleeding-souls]

A big shout out to the Rolan fics where Tav grabs his drunk ass and drags him away to sober up and give him a piece of their mind at Last Light.

Yes your honor, I did pull the grumpy wizard by his little collar and I would do it again. 😘

[justfriendsbestthings]

Simon‘s Month Day 21: Red Light

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