#thanks for the lil' surprise

[zu-is-here]

I wanna see more of Aim being a dad!!

And that's how you become a dad :D

Crazy Lace by clownyclowns

[mono-chr]

I'm going through something okay

[verysmallcyborg]

no thoughts, only them :)

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter five┃Summer Charity (Part 3 of 3)

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Thank you to everyone who has tagged along! This story is my creative outlet and I love sharing it with you all.

To Be Continued in Chapter 6!!

[anachilles]

i feel so high school 📚🏈 (ch. 2)

Ever since they’d started into the ‘knick-knack’ boxes, they’ve been pulling out a semi-steady stream of relics from the past and reminiscing over their significance.  Now, when he looks, he's holding up a little black Canon digital camera. One that’s easily identifiable as being Gale's own, the one he’d saved up all the tips from his serving job from the start of freshman year to pay for, and that he used to steadfastly document their lives right through from then until they graduated as fully qualified teaching professionals. “You kept this?”

-> read on AO3! <-

[knifebaby3000]

lothelin & valisaldar for @muntjaak & @lauvley ❣️

[hexxedghost]

What have your favourite tropes and ships been lately?

I mean honestly, not surprisingly anyone, but my main focuses are

NikPrice

GhostSoap

GazRoach which has been on the backburner, desperately want to write more of them

Tropes wise idk i tend to bounce around, admittedly its hard for me to read fic, now that I've started writing it. Need to like hard reset my brain to go back to read mode. But I'm having fun with a fantasy setting rn, and after reading a lot of @s0fter-sin's writing I am fucking desperate to go back to writing some horror themed stuff. Haunt hit the creepier vibe, but that one about ghost living in the vents has re-written my brain chemistry. I've got a few projects to finish first, Haunt and the Witcher AU for big bang but god i wanna write horror so bad

[mappingthesky]

….after an extremely long wait…it is my honor to present to you chapter 3 of jupiter beach!! thank you for your enthusiasm and patience, it means more to me than you can ever know, i rly hope it is worth the wait :::)

[ashtonisvibing]

you can go look around at the mall

but watch out!

[mimpinightmare]

So I was just supposed to find out the Supa Strikas fandom was thriving on Pinterest all by myself huh..

HUH?!??! THE SUPA STRIKAS FANDOM WAS THRIVING ON PINTEREST?!?!?

THERE'S A SUPA STRIKAS FANDOM ON PINTEREST??!?!!?!

YOU'RE TELLING ME PINTEREST IS A SITE FOR FANDOM SPACES?!!?!?!?!?!?!??

I THOUGHT PINTEREST IS FOR 'MEMES AND DRAWING TEMPLATES' FOR FANDOMS TO SEEK OUT- 😭

[swordheld]

i have been scrolling through ur page and noticed that u tend to put long, thoughtful tags underneath nearly every post u reblog & i just thought that was very endearing since the general trend is short and concise. im not sure why i felt the need to write u and let u know, but i just felt very compelled to. pls never stop being u.

this is so very sweet of you!! it's an old habit that i have held onto for the longest time, mostly due to the fact of tags being excellent for organization (my beloved) but also as a kind of extra space for whatever else you'd like to include without actually including it in the post when others share it for themselves! it's that perfect mixture of private n public.

for this blog specifically it's something that i enjoy since it's really an exercise or activity in enjoyment / enrichment? i like to think about why i was so inclined to reblog it, to pin it up to this lil space on the interwebs that's all my own. whether that's the colors, or the wording of things, or just what it makes me think about or feel, it's just a really lovely way of considering it all a little deeper!

which is not something that comes easy, or at minimal energy, sometimes! my likes are extensive (i keep attempting to clean them out and bring back my queueing system but we are up to 5k and i am very tired at the moment, lol) for that reason, and it's like a small goal to try to chip away at them over time, to see what treasure i can discover today.

alternatively, it's also a really nice near - time capsule of a thing; to be able to comb through my archive and see what has changed in my outlook, what sticks out to me now versus then, is really fascinating to see how far i've come and what's changed. there's something so lovely about time being instilled so deeply into this lil mini game of online scrapbooking that i adore; so i'm peached n overjoyed that you find some joy in it as well!!

this is all to say: thank you sm and i hope you try it out for yourself if it's something you think you might have fun with! let me know how it goes :)

[lxkeee]

I think I have a crush on you

WHATTT 😭😭😭 BUT WHY?

[pichupurin]

just dropping by to say that twitchy gir gif you made is SO CUTE omg!!! i would watch a whole animation of him in that style. have a wonderful day 💚🐶

Thank you so much, aaaa!! I'm so, so glad you like it! ;w; Man, I would love to make a full animation with puppy GIR someday... unfortunately, I have never learned anything past the wave principle lmaoooo, so for now all I can give you is just another piece of him wagging his lil tail.

[inkykeiji]

Pigeon and touya nii

prompt: pigeon warnings: stepcest, blood, bullet wound, impromptu surgery words: 734

Something’s wrong. He should’ve been back by now; there’s no way such a routine job would take over an hour and a half longer than it normally does. 

Not that you know what routine means. Not exactly, anyway. 

But Touya’s used the word around you frequently enough—as a nondescript designation of a specific type of job, a codeword of sorts—for you to have gleaned bits and pieces of what it entails: a routine never takes long, is rarely planned, is always called in at a sudden and random time, and is always urgent. 

It’s a routine. That’s what the deep voice laden with fizzing static always says when it orders it. 

It’s a routine. That’s what niichan always says when he delegates to his colleagues, words hurled through the speaker of his phone with an apathetic type of urgency—calm and steady, speedy but not rushed. 

Niichan usually gets them done in under forty-five minutes, tops. Sometimes even sooner than that. 

Except for tonight.

Your numerous calls and increasingly frantic texts have gone completely unanswered, and you’re on the verge of doing the unthinkable and calling someone you absolutely should not be contacting ever again when the door slams open, the force of the impact sending tremors skittering through the walls, whole apartment quivering beneath them.

“Out of the way,” Natsuo’s hissing, sharp and caustic and all the things he becomes when Touya’s vitality is in question, hauling his big brother through the threshold with one strong arm wrapped around his waist, the other wrapped around the wrist thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders.  

There’s something odd with Touya’s gait—he’s limping, your mind notes dully, trancelike as you slip off the nearest bar stool just before Natsuo heaves his big brother onto it. 

“Oh my God.” 

It slips from your lips in a breathy little whimper, hands outstretched and hovering hesitantly, fingers griping at the air but never touching, desperate to help, unsure how. 

“I’m fine,” Touya’s chuckling, though a syrupy crimson is steadily soaking through his dark jeans, glimmering in the dim yellow glow of the kitchen potlights. 

“What happened!?”

“A pigeon,” Touya huffs, sounding angrier about the pigeon than the oozing wound on his thigh. “A fucking pigeon happened.”

“Wh-What?”

“Sit down before you fall down,” Natsuo instructs, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. 

Panic blurs your vision, edges starting to waver with hazy tears, and you nod dumbly, movements mechanical as you gingerly perch on the stool next to Touya.

“Stupid fuckin’ thing,” Touya’s shaking his head as Natsuo wriggles his jeans down his thighs, making no effort to help. “I should’a killed it when I had the chance.”

“Well, now you know for next time,” Natsuo mutters, fingers gently prodding at the gash. “It’s shallow. You’re lucky it didn’t hit any bone.”

“Wait, I’m—A pigeon caused that?” 

Blinking rapidly, you clear the bleariness from your eyes, spiking your lashes with trapped teardrops and squinting a little as you lean forward, attempting to study the injury.

“More or less,” Touya shrugs. “Little fucker ruined my shot; flew right in front of the barrel just as I was pulling the trigger. Surprised me, made me flinch, shot was off by a few millimeters, but it was enough to garner unwanted attention. Freak accident.” 

His voice is painfully casual—bored, almost, as if it makes no real difference to him, faint notes of anger only seeping into his tone when talking about the unpredictability that ruined another otherwise perfect shot. 

The delicate click of metal tweezers has your gaze instinctively snapping toward the sound, just in time to see Natsuo delving into the wound, careful and cautious as he latches onto the bullet lodged in his big brother’s thigh and begins to pull it, slow and steady, from his flesh. 

“No, no,” Touya’s bloodstained fingers find your jaw, the stench of bitter copper clinging to them, gently redirecting your gaze to his face. “Don’t look, sweetheart.” 

“You don’t need to see this,” Natsuo says, head bent, eyes never straying from his diligent work. “I’d ask you to leave, but I know you’d fight me on it.”

“She wouldn’t listen,” Touya laughs, warm with fondness. The tip of his index finger traces the curve of your cheek, eyes soft and melty as they follow its trajectory. “Not when it comes to her niichan.” 

[madamairlock]

so say we all. - [03x07 - bsg, a measure of salvation]

saturnalia in space from scratch [24/24]

~ a bsg christmas calender by @madamairlock & @lalalauraroslin 💜💜

24.  wearing matching Christmas sweaters

She found him at his desk with a stack of closed logbooks beside him and one open in the middle. He glanced up and smiled, his eyes lingering on her and her lower cut neckline before returning to his work. 

“I’m almost done,” he murmured, pausing his writing to wave to the seat across from him. 

“I hope so.” She sat down with the package in her lap, fingers folded on top of it. 

She was content to watch him work and he finished after a few minutes, closing his logbook with a solid thud and adding it to the pile beside him. When he looked up, his eyes crinkled with his smile and she saw the sheer contentment in their blue depths. 

“Io Saturnalia, Laura.”

“To you too.” She pushed herself up and set the gift on the desk, hands planted on either side of it so she could lean forward. She kissed him softly and nudged the gift closer as she pulled back. “Open it.” 

He gently picked the beaded tree up first and admired it much the same way she had, then lifted the note up so he could read it. With a glance at her matching one but without a word, he pinned it to the breast pocket of his uniform and smoothed it out. Satisfied, he then picked up the wrapped gift and slid his finger under the folded-over corner of the wrapping, slowly revealing the picture inch by inch. She remained leaning against his desk, watching and smiling as he finally realized what it was. 

“Laura…” He let out a breath and looked up at her, then around his quarters for a place to hang the picture of them up. “Thank you,” he said when he turned back to her. 

“I hope you like it.” Her smile turned a little shy and he stood up, rounding his desk so he could pull her close and kiss her cheek. 

“I love it. I love you.” He kissed her other cheek, then her lips before he pulled back and grabbed her present off a nearby stack of books. 

“I love you too,” she murmured as she accepted her gift.

[free-n-wild]

hi hi I really liked that scene in Green Lament au :3c

KAZZY????????

LOOK AT THIS I WASN'T EXPECTING IT AT ALL I'M???????