#that shall be my ask tag now

[planeposting]

May I ask your favorite plane fact? Of all time, at the moment, whatever works best 😀✈️

I love every plane fact equally <3 (<- bad at thinking of things)

Okay... my favourite plane fact, as a certified Concorde hater, is just the fact that everybody used to be suuuuuuper convinced that supersonic transports were the future. BAC was so certain that everything would revolve around Concorde that they literally built the BAC One-Eleven to survive an absurd number of pressurization cycles because they thought the only way a subsonic plane would be economical in the near future was if they were doing constant trips back and forth between Charles De Gaulle and buttfuck nowhere to bring people to and from Concorde flights.

Yes I stole that from Controlled Pod Into Terrain. Go listen to that podcast for more One-Eleven facts

[oh-no-its-bird]

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[tartquez]

Also think 1. write a scene from another character's POV (from literally any of your work you're feeling) sounds fun but potentially too much work so ! Just if you feel inclined ! <3

Thank you for this ask beloved Echo <3 Please have a tortured Bez pov from the rosquez wedding 3.0 in Bicameral!

It’s hard for Marco to describe the feeling in his chest when he notices Pecco and Luca stumbling into an empty elevator with a blonde haired man dressed in a dark blue suit. Luca’s hand darts out to steady the man as they tumble into the elevator, laughing, Pecco’s cheek finds its way onto Luca’s shoulder, they’re still laughing. It shouldn’t still hurt after all this time. Marco has long since resigned himself to being the spare when it comes to Luca and Pecco. The hurt is a hollow echo, something that has never quite healed right but has been wrong for too long to correct. This is how Marco thinks of his heart, still beating away, functional but deformed.  

Before the elevator doors close, he catches a glimpse of Luca kissing the man’s neck, he whispers something which makes the man shiver. Marco watches the doors slide shut, his own reflection stares back at him impassively. 

His hotel room is next door to Pecco and Luca’s, hazards of checking in together. He’ll wait it out at the reception for a few more hours, maybe he can convince someone to let him crash in their room. Luca and Pecco aren’t the only ones who can pick up at a wedding. 

Marco shakes his head. He’s sweating in his tuxedo, some fresh air might help. No one stops him from leaving the party, no one notices. He arrived with Pecco and Luca. 

He’s not expecting there to already be someone on the balcony. Valentino turns his head warily and regards him through a cloud of smoke, lit cigarette balanced between his middle and forefinger. He taps the cigarette against the side of the banister and a few flickering embers drift down onto the ground. 

Vale’s gaze is heavy as he studies Marco, shrewd.

“Bez, what brings you here?”

He should be asking Vale that question, it’s not Marco’s wedding everyone is here for. Then and again, the last he saw Marc, Vale’s now lawfully wedded husband was lustily recruiting the groomsmen to a clumsy conga line.  

“I wanted some fresh air.”

Vale holds his gaze, as if daring Marco to flip the question around on him. He looks good like this, posture languid and illuminated by the milky glow of the moon. Though, Marco is forced to concede, it’s rare that Vale doesn’t look good. His bow tie has come untied in the course of the evening, dangling around his neck, the first three buttons of his shirt are undone. Marco bites his tongue, imagines there are worn grooves in his tongue by now in the shape of his teeth.

Vale brings his cigarette to his lips, takes a drag, Marco’s throat goes dry. He’s pretty sure one year, when he first joined the campaign, he got drunk at a Christmas party and confessed to having a crush on Valentino. Mercifully he’d had the sense to lie and qualify it as a long time ago. Not that he thinks Vale believed him but it felt important to have said it, to have had some sense of self-preservation left, some sense left. Always with the scraps, Marc concedes ruefully.

“Well you came to the right place.”

Marco nods. 

If he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t think he’s ever been Vale’s favourite. Not like Pecco, not the one whose radiant talent must be carefully coaxed out of hiding. Not like Luca, not golden and beautiful and loved like it was a precondition of his very being. Certainly not like Marc, not an abomination but so undeniably brilliant an abomination that it didn’t matter in the end, didn’t preclude him from being loved, adored. Marco, Bez – always the spare, always with the scraps, always turning his face eagerly towards any hand that promised warmth. 

He still remembers opening the door to find Pecco on his doorstep the day after Luca handed in his resignation. We finally talked – properly, me and Luca, Pecco had said in lieu of a greeting and suddenly Marco understood why so many wives dreaded opening their doors to find soldiers on their doorstep. I think deep down he loved me all along, Pecco confided breathlessly, shaking his head as something sunk in Marco’s stomach, can you imagine? 

No, Marco lied, I cannot.   

Pecco had brushed past him, exuberant, Marco holding the door open for him, I brought wine, he’d swept into the kitchen, fished two clean glasses out of Marco’s dishwasher and uncorked the bottle of wine, do you want a glass?

The last thing he had wanted was to sit there and listen to Pecco tell him in painstaking detail how his life could now be marked in distinct periods of before and after, where the deficiency of before had been exchanged for the abundance of after. How now there would be no more scraps left for Marco.  

Vale is still watching him.

“Yeah,” Marco laughs softly, “I guess I did,” without even realising it, here he is crawling back to Vale, an open palm, begging for scraps.  

“Can I offer some advice, Marco?” Vale blows a puff of smoke.

Marco nods. 

“You are loyal and for that I love and value you.” Vale inclines his head, his expression is difficult to parse. It surprised Marco – that since announcing his retirement from politics, Vale has become more inscrutable not less. “You should quit politics.”

“What,” Marco frowns, heart beating fast in his chest. What. 

Vale’s expression is solemn, he takes another drag from his cigarette, “loyalty is an admirable quality but it’ll get you killed in this line of work – or worse,” a shrug, “forgotten.” 

“I don’t understand,” he’s worked for Vale for as long as he can remember. He may not have been the favourite but he’s not foolish enough to think Vale would have kept him around on sentiment alone. 

“Your problem,” Vale explains, taps his cigarette idly against the side of the balcony, “is that deep down, you would still rather be loved than to win. Get out of this profession while you still can, Marco.”

He doesn’t mean it unkindly, which is worse, confirmation that Marco is marked out, separate, different, is not cut out for this. It’s worse, Vale is looking out for Marco’s feelings. He doesn’t think Vale has ever looked out for Pecco or Luca’s feelings. 

Vale opens his mouth, brow slightly furrowed, like there’s more he wants to say. 

“Hey, is this where you’ve been hiding?”

Vale’s eyes flick from Marco’s face and he has front row seats to the way affection washes over his face, reshaping his features. Even without turning around, Marco knows who Vale is looking at. 

“I’m sorry, you’ve caught me,” Vale raises his hands as if offering them to be cuffed. 

Marc crosses the space between them in two strides, plucks the cigarette out of Vale’s hands and tosses it aside, before wrapping his fingers around Vale’s wrists. His eyes drift over to Marco, dismisses him, before returning to Vale. “Thought you might have run for the hills,” he jokes but there’s something, a tightness around his eyes, that betrays him.

Vale’s lips twist wryly, “no,” jerks his chin at the discarded cigarette, “just indulging in one last vice, forgive me, amore.”

Something passes between them, unspoken. Marco has never felt more of a spectator. A spare. 

“Okay,” Marc tugs Vale’s arm again, tightness dissipating if ever so slightly, “come on old man, a dance.”

Vale lets himself be led back inside towards the reception party, he pauses for a second in front of Marco. Standing this close, Marco can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the smell of nicotine and sweat. Without any warning, Vale loops an arm around Marc’s waist, stops him and pulls him flush against Vale’s front. His free hand brushes Marco’s hair off his forehead.

He freezes as Vale’s lips press briefly to his brow, “good night, Bez.”

It’s over in a second, less. Marco closes his eyes and when he opens them he’s alone on the balcony, breathing in the lingering bitter tang clinging to the air. 

“What was that?” he can make out Marc hissing.

“Nothing, amore,” Vale replies easily and something sinks in Marco’s gut for the second time. Right, of course. 

[loulines]

I'M BACK BITCHES

Almost

I think

I was working on my commission rates post when I realized I'm in desperate need to update my portfolio. Oeps. While I have a lot of fully rendered stuff, my simpler drawings and sketches are all over the place style-wise so I need to get consistent with that. This piece is more or less how I'm gonna handle sketch commissions (if I ever get any).

Fandom-wise I'm completely OOTL so I don't know what's going on here lol. I've watched Ahsoka, TBB too, I dropped Acolyte after episode 2 because I was busy but I don't feel like returning to it yet 😅 Also House of The Dragon and KDramas have completely possessed me. I kinda want to draw HOTD and Game of Thrones fanart too.

I'm trying my best to finish my commission info as soon as possible but I kinda got stuck doing 10 different things at once because I'm desperate to earn some money. I'm broke.

Kusjes

[noctilu-uca]

CAN I SEE THE SLIDE PRESENTATION

yeah sure keep in mind this was made DAY OF announcement so i literally knew nothing all i knew is that i had to put my thoughts on a google slide for my friends who literally could not care about the reboot

Jyushi hutcherson is real in my heart

[ongreenergrasses]

while we’re at it can i also say that please can people stop with the idea that finnick is the ONLY thing that can help when annie is having a heavier symptom burden. or that she’s completely unable to cope with her symptoms at all by herself.

you can absolutely say that!!! my inbox is always open for stuff like this and there are many, many things that I would like to say about this as well which would lead to many many paragraphs but the thing that really gets me about this idea where Annie’s completely unable to cope by herself is. it’s not true. we canonically know that is not true. we know almost nothing about Annie, but we do know that.

in all honesty I think this comes down to the conflation of Finnick being a caretaker vs a coping mechanism for her. he absolutely is a caretaker, but i don’t think she’s relying on him super heavily as a coping mechanism.

I think it also has to do with a lack of understanding around mental illness in general…as unfortunate as this is (lord knows I have had periods in my life where I wished this was not the case) if you are living with a severe mental illness, the person that is going to figure out how to cope with that is you. it can only come from you. yes, he helps her. however! he’s not the one that’s doing the hard work to set up those routines, to learn those coping skills, to get through heavier symptom burden days. that’s Annie, and it has to come from her, intrinsically. he can’t just prop her up. she’s a survivor, she’s the one getting herself through it, and his role is to support her but there’s no way that after five years he’s the only thing that helps and we have again! canon proof that she can and does cope without him!

[frosting-surfeit]

Why do you feel strongly about Dib having no surname?

OH. ughhhggpppffttttt- SORRY the posts i know wont be seen i assume will end up being just for me so i always talk in those ones as if everyone knows what im talking about so ahahh my bad for that srry so yeahhhhiiiIIIIIII really appreciate this ask a lot XDDDD

i LOVE LOVE LOVED the way it simply makes dib look like his own character separated by his family. Its silly. I know..... as someone who doesn't have the........best.........household situation and idea of "family" that is super pushed onto most in my country when i just want to be my own person because I AM (i am a stan of found family irl as well as in fiction) that ALSO- just so HAPPENS to have pulled through my childhood BECAUSE of how realistically the series portrayed dynamics in Dib's household and well... the idea of family itself....

I just have.... personal issues.... with the fact they GAVE Dib a family name when it was so much funnier and meaningful to me that they purposely didn't come up with one for whatever reason. I just.... would have preferred.... if they never really did....

For me it was also just a fun meta gag that no one knew Dib's surname if he even had one... i know there's literally just one gag about it in the show but i think it's lovely....

And it's just- you know??? DIB!!! IT'S DIB IT'S DIB IT'S JUST THE DIB! i think its cute for some reason to have a character who's name is so short it's literally only three letters long and decide not to give him a surname!!! It's Dib!!!! Dib's name is iconic and melodic enough on its own <333333333 no need to add more to it!!! He's just *zim voice* THE DIIIIIIBBBBBB!!! :3333333 :DDDDDD It just sounds so silly willy to me like this :3333333

But you're in luck!!! There's a video that explains it far better than i ever could!!

[citrsworld]

Happy birthday ritsuka uenoyama the entirety of given DOSENT DESERVE U AT ALL

[necrotic-nephilim]

-debby ryans at you- how are you feeling about that thunderbolts* trailer, snookums. your old blog is trying to crawl from its grave.

you are an unhinged rat for sending me this ask i hope you know <3 you already knew that but i'm telling you anyway bc you're a rat bc now i have to explain myself-

this is from @eebuckley my partner <3 i've alluded to it in the tags of this blog but i used to be a semi-popular MCU blogger from like 2018 to 2020. (semi-popular for the ship i wrote, anyway) and since like, probably Infinity War/Endgame i have been slowly more and more disillusioned by the MCU ranging from only passively being interested in projects to outright despising them if i saw them. which sort of sucks, given how much i loved the MCU at it's height. i was like. aggressively into it. like a "i had asthma attacks watching trailers bc i got so excited" level of into it. maybe cringey in hindsight, honestly but yk. whatever brings you joy, ig.

and anyway- my partner witnessed my very real and normal reaction to the Thunderbolts* trailer and now i'm *mad* bc i'm actually excited about it. it made me feel about the MCU a way i haven't felt in years, especially after a lot of announcements that rlly pissed me off.

cannot believe it looks like we might actually get a comics-accurate Yelena and a comics-accurate Bucky. i'm such a sucker for Bucky Barnes, he's one of the only Marvel characters i actually read Marve comics for and i'm forever bitter how badly he got screwed over. if that movie is good i'm going to end up writing fanfiction. probably crossover fanfiction bc over my dead body will i write just plain MCU fanfic. and i'm a Jason Todd/Bucky shipper anyway so i could make it work, i think-

anyway TLDR is i'm excited and i'm mad about it and how dare yo expose me for being an MCU fan on THIS blog. you coulda send this ask to my MCU blog that still exists and i have occasionally used. but instead you *exposed* my ass on my refined DC blog as a filthy Marvel fan. i will be divorcing you again. ty gn ily

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

I'm sorry you're going through it 🥺 here's a hug for you 🫂 I hope you get some good rest soon

- hero-of-the-wolf

anndnsndnsna thank you ❤️❤️❤️

[lynxfrost13]

I think kolibug’s name is gonna be Wanze bc I want her to have a proper German name and it means like bug/bedbug which I think is kinda cute!! She’s bugs!

That being said I think a lot of the time she’s also called Fehler by her cadre, Sieben, etc since also means bug, but bug as in error/defect :(

[sexynetra]

hello! i was planning on drawing the rawnsyf characters, but i don't really have a clear idea of what every character looks like. do you have any examples of what the characters would wear on a day-to-day basis?

OMG WHAT THATS SO SWEET 😭 😭 😭

For Marcia I generally imagine her in like preppy pastel 2 or 3 piece sets that have a kind of 50’s meets 90’s vibe, very reminiscent of her premiere episode yk? Skirts and sweaters and matching tops. She also of course has her matching workout sets that she wears all the time :)

Anetra I think is a little harder to pinpoint, I don’t think her style is as distinct. I generally imagine her a little more on the light grunge side, like big t-shirts and cargos and flannels and leather jackets, but I also think she’s still figuring out herself and her sense of style so there’s definitely more wiggle room with the way she presents herself haha — just definitely not hyper femme and retro like Marcia

I hope this is helpful somewhat!!! Lmk if you want any other characters and also omg I am still kvelling this is so incredibly sweet I am HONORED that you want to draw my girls 🥹🥹🥹

[valiantstarlights]

Heya! I'm the facesitting Hob anon (Never thought I would introduce myself that way)

Thank you for fulfilling that ask. It got me through a hella rough week at the office.

Hello, face-sitting Hob anon! 😊 Nice to see you again 🥰

You're very welcome, and I hope you'll only have good days ahead of you. ✨️ In the meantime, I wrote more personal trainer Dream AU face-sitting stuff to give you more good vibes 😊

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So! As thanks to Dream for humoring(?) him about the face-sitting position, (not knowing that Dream is actually very into it) Hob plans a surprise for Dream on the weekend. 🥰

Dream has been working really hard lately, and Hob notices him absently massaging his stiff shoulders. So what does any good boyfriend do? He looks up massage therapy video tutorials and buys massage oils with calming properties.

When the weekend comes, Hob tells Dream that he wants to give him a full-body massage, and Dream bluescreens at first because his mind is living 24/7 in the gutter when Hob is involved. 😂 But as soon as Hob explains, red-faced, that the goal is relaxation and stress relief, and look, he even bought some lavender massage oil--

Dream falls in love with him more. 🥰

And like, Dream does go to chiropractors occasionally, but having his lovely boyfriend spend his free time learning massage therapy, buying massage oils, and dedicating an entire weekend afternoon just so Dream could feel better??

(They get sidetracked for a while because Dream has to show his appreciation first with ten thousand kisses and a schmoopy make-out session filled with 'I love you's and 'you're amazing's and 'I'm so lucky's.)

Anyway. 👀 Once Dream is dressed down (naked except for a medium-sized towel covering his pelvic area), Hob has him lie on the bed face-down, and starts massaging him beginning from the top.

Hob is very focused in his task. He's an academic at heart, so you know he took notes and dragged Jo and Ric to review his skills until he's deemed good enough. (Ric is very thankful for Hob's shoulder massages because life as Jo's manager is very stressful. 😂)

Dream is horny, of course he is, but his boner surprisingly takes a back seat as he lets Hob do his thing. He's a natural at this, and Dream feels very lucky to have such a thoughtful, caring boyfriend. 🥰

When Hob gets lower, though, he starts to become a blushy mess. He often clings to Dream when they have sex, and he remembers quite vividly some of the times when his nails would leave red marks on Dream's body, but especially on his back when Dream fucks him into the mattress.

But he manages to massage Dream's entire back area, including his arms, legs, and feet without stopping halfway and begging prettily to be fucked. He's so dazed that when he goes to wash his hands, he realizes that he forgot to tell Dream to turn over. 😂

Anyway, once he returns, he apologizes for spacing out and has Dream turn to lie down on his back.

Dream goes to do that without complaint, feeling relaxed and even a little sleepy. But then he sees Hob's flustered face, and him squirming when Dream slightly flashes him for a second while adjusting his towel, and it has him alert and wide-awake in 2 seconds flat.

And now Hob has to massage Dream's front while having Dream looking right at him, knowing exactly what's going on inside his mind. u///u)

It's a very tension-filled hour. Because while Hob is adamant to finish the job as professionally as he could, Dream has no qualms showing off his oiled body and asking Hob to massage certain areas more, like his pecs, which has Hob straddling him if he wants to be able to massage them properly.

So we have Dream, eyes dark and intense, and Hob, biting his lips hard so he can focus on his task instead of being reduced to a horny mess, because this hot guy he's currently straddling is in fact his boyfriend, and they could stop at any point and just go straight to fucking if he just says the word.

(Hob isn't going to say the word because he's the one taking care of Dream for once, and a relaxing full-body massage is something that Dream actually needs.)

(Dream thinks he's adorable and also how he wants so badly to be the one biting Hob's lips.)

As Hob's hands steadily move downward, his blush spreads and he looks away every time his gaze lands on the towel, where he could clearly see the outline of Dream's hard cock on it.

And maybe Dream comments that now Hob knows what Dream goes through every time they have a gym session where he's supposed to act professionally.

Maybe Hob replies with an apology for making things hard for him, and Dream smirks at his wording and uses that comment to shift his hips a little. Just enough so Hob could feel just how hard he currently is for him.

Maybe Dream even says something along the lines of, "Once you have finished, I would very much like to show you what I have been imagining ever since I turned over and saw how needy you look."

(Hob wants to protest that he is not needy, but that would be a blatant lie. He's also hard and leaking inside his cotton panties, and Dream looking and sounding seductive is not helping at all.)

Hob (miraculously) manages to finish giving Dream a non-naughty full body massage. 👏 He immediately flees to the ensuite and washes his hands, trying desperately to calm himself down. He knows he has to face Dream again, and he has to remember to ask him what he thinks. Was Hob's kneading too rough? Too gentle? Maybe there are areas that he didn't pay enough attention to?

Once he exits the bathroom, though, he forgets literally everything he's supposed to do, because Dream is still on the bed, but now he's lazily jacking off. Hob moans involuntarily at the sight, then slaps his hand over his mouth. How shameful!

But Dream just smiles and beckons him closer, and states very casually that he wants Hob to sit on his face again, except this time, he wants him to sit while facing the headboard. Why? Because this time, Dream wants Hob to just feel good without worrying about getting Dream off. Dream is fine. He's already feeling good. And now he wants to reciprocate.

Hob wants to object because the entire agenda this afternoon is making Dream feel good, period; but he can't bring himself to say anything when Dream adds that he wants to reward Hob for his hard work. Not just for the actual massage, which was wonderful, but for everything that came before. Watching tutorials, taking notes, buying oils, etc.

With some more coaxing and reassurance, Dream gets Hob to undress shyly for him, and Hob very carefully maneuvers himself up and up on Dream's body, until he's straddling Dream's head while facing the headboard. He is blushing all the while, and the lovely shade reaches his gorgeous hairy tits.

As soon as Hob lowers himself, hands and forearms firmly on the headboard, Dream reaches up and starts massaging Hob's tits like he has been wanting to this entire time, his hands still a bit slick from the oil. And while he's doing that, he's also kissing Hob's hairy thighs, murmuring about how much time he spent since Hob sat on his face for the first time, wanting so badly to do have Hob sit on his face again.

Having Hob's weight on him, feeling his body's little twitches, his legs trembling and squeezing the sides of his face, Hob's taste on his tongue, hearing Hob's sweet voice moan his name so prettily--

It's the best.

Hob hides his face behind his hands and implores Dream to stop talking because he already feels so close just from his words alone.

Suffice to say, after that entreaty, Dream goes to town on him.

Hob tries to hold most of his weight off Dream, even as Dream's clever tongue licks and laps at his hole, and one of Dream's arms holds him still so he cannot squirm away. Hob's arms are shaking in his effort to do so, and his legs have started to shake as well.

And then he hears slick sounds behind him, and when he turns to look, he sees Dream with one hand around his thick cock, getting himself off as he eats Hob out. Hob salivates, wanting to taste Dream as he gets eaten out, like last time. It's always a heady feeling, tasting Dream's delicious cum. It always makes him want more, and he feels like a cumslut when sucking him off.

And that's when Hob's arms give out, the visual proving too much for him.

Dream, sensing his opportunity, pulls Hob even lower, making him sit his entire weight fully on top of his face, and really tongue fucking him like rent is due.

Hob mewls at Dream's show of strength and cums as soon as Dream's tongue reaches deeper. And Dream, cock in hand, groans and cums a few seconds after Hob does, tongue still inside Hob, getting rhythmically squeezed by his rim.

(Do they make this an every weekend thing? Not really, because sometimes Hob has to attend an academic seminar, or Dream has corporate meetings with his siblings, but Hob does schedule hours of massage time for Dream every once in a while, and Dream always looks forward to those days, because he almost always get Hob to sit on his face once they're done.)

(And of course, Dream relearns his massage therapy lessons and massages Hob as well. 🥰 Those sessions are usually interrupted midway though, because Hob is still so sensitive to his touch after all this time, and Dream can't help but fuck him until his toes curl for being so sexy. And fucking midway through does have the added bonus of massaging Hob's round ass and seeing his own cum trickling out, so really, it's a win-win situation.)

[ongreenergrasses]

odesta selkie AU... they're both selkies, finnick's coat was stolen and helps annie keep hers hidden bc he doesn't want anyone else to be trapped like he is but she refuses to escape without him and helps him find his coat and leave. is this anything

this is so something you’re absolutely cooking with this!!! it’s hard to maintain their characterization in a lot of AUs (imo) and this absolutely does

[brackenferns]

I just saw your post about wanting recs! Can I once again gently toss The Queen’s Thief in your direction and tempt you with fantasy politics, schemes and trickery, and the most interesting perspectives on religion I have ever seen fantasy tackle <3

omg - yes i forgot about this rec! i think the title is just generic enough that it slips my mind, but i do want to check it out!!!

[red-moon-at-night]

mahiru's boyfriend could've had an eating disorder MAHIRU'S BOYFRIEND COULD'VE HAD AN EATING DISORDER IM