#there was a suggested tag for it so maybe i misspelled it?

[inappropriatepeacesigns]

Every time I hear anything about the plot of any Indiana Jones movie, the less I believe that I have actually seen one.

Like Hitler shows up in one, apparently? ALIENS are in one of them?

Like I'm sorry, why are these not like burned in my brain? Someone mentioned offhand about a monkey following orders and I'm just confused at this point

[unforth]

Tumblr ate the remembered/suggested tags across every single one of my side blogs.

Uggggggggh.

[rockingbytheseaside]

Hi! It's me again! I'm here hoping to inspire you or simply share some thoughts and ideas!

1. What if we knew the harbingers before they became harbingers. For example when piętro was still studying to become a court mage.(At least I think that he was a court mage), or when Capitano was training to become a soldier and we were a doctor or a nurse, we knew dottore when he was a kid and so on and so forth. They believe we are long dead but surprise bitch we are still kicking. I thought that maybe in Dottores and Pantalones part we were an adeptai or simply something that lives a lot longer than humans. And surprise bitch number two we were looking for them the entire time because you know we love them. The moment they see us they think they see a ghost or something that came back to hunt them for their mistakes.

2. And my second idea is much more wholesome. We are simply a kid that adopted them as our fathers/uncles. And they don't want to get rid of us because we remind them of well them when they were kids. Imagine one day they come to a meeting with a kid hiding under there Coat and when ask they are like the meme with Spencer from Icarly with the smoothie and the ostrich.

So yeah these are my brain dead ideas and if they are interesting or something you would like to read more of I would be happy to send more

But anyway remember to take care of yourself first!

(Wha- You said piętro! The keyboard said piętro!!! Only I am allowed to misspel Pierro's name as piętro 20 times a day, dlaczego masz polską klawiaturę?!!)

✧ I always kind of headcannoned Reader as a person capable of living many years - either because they are Khaenri'ahn, another species, or an Adeptus; it's not really up to me. Whatever intricate details people like to imagine are up to them. ✧ Imagine knowing a Harbinger centuries before they were a force to be reckoned with. Perhaps you and Pierro were apprentices to the higher sages in Khaenri'ah, spending countless times sharing secret vows before the Cataclysm separated you. Perhaps you were Capitano's first-ever formidable opponent, one who held immense respect for you as a warrior and admired your enigmatic capabilities, yearning for another battle with you. Perhaps, you knew the young boy Zandik way back in Sumeru and you are the only being left who remembers the ruby-red eyes staring at you with determined wonder. ✧ No matter the backstory or origins of the past, this Harbinger never forgot you, and despite the 500 years of separation, this person would now use all his power and intel to seek you out. Clinging to ancient memories of the past, he still yearns to see a glimpse of you. Even if it means to reach the Abyss and back, he is still seeking.

That, in my opinion, is the best trope for the Fatui fics. Even when I write about different scenarios.

✧ A wholesome Father/Uncle/Teacher Harbinger to smaller reader is just a recipe for comic chaos. You have this high and mighty Fatuus, who with a single gaze can deep his subordinates into silence, yet now this same man is running around the Zapolyarny Palace, trying to catch you because you refuse to do your homework. You will either exhaust him to death, or he will exhaust you from running away and causing shenanigans.

One way or another it ends with both of you dozing off an armchair later that evening. The Harbinger holding you in his arms, wrapped up in a comfy blanket, while he rest his weary head on his knuckles, the fireplace crackling nearby. <3 ✧ As always, lovely suggestions, my friend! I will tag you if I manifest them into fully-fledged fics. Thank you, and hope you're doing well

[leashybebes]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard 😘

so this is from a semi-almost-nearly complete eddie-centric fic i've been working on for a while. it's still bucktommy but the focus is queerplatonic buddie and although i have some anxiety about it because this fandom can be uhhhh a lot, i'm kinda proud of what i have so far so i'm trying to nudge myself into finishing it

context: eddie asks buck to attend a therapy session with him because he has some important things to tell him

For a moment, Eddie just sits, not sure where to start. He wishes he'd persisted a little more with Dr Lopez's suggestion to write it out first, like a letter, but it had just made him feel so stupid, his brain going faster than his hand could keep up, the words on the page ending up misspelled and clumsy. He'd gone with bullet points in the end, but maybe that was too brutal, too simplified because he can't - how can he possibly - 

He takes a breath.

"So, I guess the main thing is like, to tell you how, um. How unhappy I was. Not like - like, we could have a good shift, or hang out and I'd have a good time, and it wasn't a lie, but unhappy was just like - the core, you know? Like I'd been unhappy so long it was just - in my bones."

"Eddie. I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to be. You were a bright spot, man. You always are." Eddie pretends he doesn't see Buck's lip wobble, presses on. "And I guess - one of the things I've been…working on? Is that I don't, um. I'm not always good at understanding, or, or feeling my, uh. My feelings. So like I just knew that I felt bad. And I've been - " 

Eddie has to stop for a second. He didn't expect this part to be quite so difficult. Therapy is really helping this time around, but he still doesn't talk about it. The idea of telling someone - anyone other than Buck and Christopher, really - that he's working on himself and thinking about his feelings still makes him cringe, despite the blood, sweat and tears he's put into actually doing the work. Buck doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at Eddie - it's the same kind of look he gives Eddie on a scene that's hitting him hard, like Buck's this well of strength that Eddie can tap into whenever he wants. He takes another breath. Carries on.

"But what I really was, I'm realizing, was ashamed. Since the - the baseball bat, since Shannon died, since she left, since I left, since - since I was a kid, really. Just…awful and ashamed of everything about myself."

no pressure tags for @screamlet, @rcmclachlan, @sugdenlovesdingle, @peapodbond

[roguishcat]

Honeycomb

Summary: Astarion had a brilliant, fool-proof plan. And nothing, especially not a piece of honeycomb, would get in the way.

A/N: My brain is running on almost no fuel. There probably are mistakes and misspelled words. Kindly tell me if you notice anything. ❤️I would like to make this into something longer in the future, maybe finally try my hand at writing something steamy. Would anyone be interested in reading something like that? Let me know.

Tags: sexy Halsin, annoyed Astarion, some suggestive themes.

Pairing: Astarion x female Tav

Oneshot, 1.2k words

Set in the beggining of Act II.

She was doing it again. Staring at that- that huge oaf of a druid as if he was the most fascinating thing ever.

Astarion scowled. The problem wasn’t even that she was attracted to Halsin. Because one would have to be blind or a complete liar to say that the druid was nothing to look at. What annoyed him that the druid could command all Tav’s attention after she had a taste of what Astarion had to offer. Having spent a mind-blowingly amazing night with an earth-shatteringly gorgeous vampire, Tav should not be eye-fucking others around the campsite!

And yet she was. Granted, she was not the only one who could not look away. Even Shadowheart seemed to be enjoying the show, murmuring something to Karlach which had the tiefling nodding and licking her lips.

And how did it start you may ask? Well, it started with a piece of honeycomb.

Tav, being the sweet, caring, lovable fool that she was, worried that Halsin did not feel welcome when he first joined them. They were fast approaching Shadowlands, meaning that they would soon leave behind the lush greenery of the forest in favour of the grim dangerous landscapes of the cursed lands near Moonrise. Although the thought was unsettling for everyone, Tav was worried about how a druid, whose comfort for some reason that Astarion could not possibly fathom mattered to her, would fare being stuck among all the death and destruction.

And what about Astarion, hm? Did she think about him? Oh, no! Because apparently he was not at the top of the list of her priorities. And that was… irksome. And Astarion showed that he was annoyed in the healthiest, most obvious way possible. That is, ignoring Tav and brooding. Which for some reason was not getting quite the reaction that he was hoping for.

But yes, the honeycomb. He did digress.

Tav found a large piece in the afternoon and proudly presented it to Halsin with a radiant smile, who accepted the treat with thanks, his fingers brushing Tav’s as he took it out of her hands. And therein lay the problem.

Halsin’s fingers.

Because apparently no one told him that one was not meant to eat with his hands, especially in such a scandalous way!

Halsin’s hands were sticky with honey, fingers glistening in the light of the fire as he sucked each digit clean like a man starved. Tav was transfixed, blush dusting her cheeks, spoon suspended in midair because she forgot that she was, in fact, eating in favour of the pay-per-view show that she had the front seat to.

Astarion gritted his teeth. Surely the druid could not be that oblivious? Surely he was doing this on purpose? Well, whatever his game was, Astarion could not allow this to continue. Because no matter how dishonorable his intentions for Tav were, he was definitely not done with her. And he would not be done with her at least until she and the merry band that called her leader marched into the city, slaughtered Cazador and defeated all foes that got in the way of their de-tadpoling. Then, and only then, he would think about dismissing Tav. If he so chose.

With that in mind, Astarion grabbed a bucket full of water and marched across the campsite, making his way for Halsin. It was time to put a stop to this.

“There. You might find it easier to clean up this way, hm?” he mocked, thrusting the bucket into Halsin’s hands.

“Thank you, Astarion. How thoughtful of you,” Halsin nodded, confused and not quite understanding what got the vampire so annoyed.

“Anytime,” Astarion huffed, pivoting on his heel, and making his way towards Tav, who finally noticed that the stew dripped off her spoon and onto her lap.

“Tsk, such a messy pup,” he scolded playfully, “why don’t we get you out these dirty clothes and into something more comfortable?” he leaned closer to her ear, letting his breath ghost over the shell.

His breathy invitation was quite lost on her, however, as at this moment Halsin chose to pour the water onto his head.

It was Tav’s squeak and wide eyes that made Astarion snap his head in the druid’s direction, ruby eyes narrowing as he released a growl at the sight that had Tav’s undivided attention.

Rivulets of water running down pectorals, getting caught in the grooves in the skin between the rolling muscles, and then down, down, down-

“Why does that druid never seem to have a shirt on?” Astarion hissed, finally having enough of this, and grabbing Tav’s hand to pull her away and towards his tent.

He could distinctly hear Karlach’s raucous laughter as the tiefling caught on to what got Astarion’s panties in a bunch, followed by amused sounds coming from the other companions. Astarion could not quite bring himself to care because he knew what his priorities were. And right now, it was high time to remind a certain someone what her priorities should be. Namely him and his needs.

Tav almost tripped as he shoved the flap of his tent aside, pulled her in and made sure the cloth slid back into place behind her. He, unlike certain someone, did not need an audience.

“Astarion? What happened? Is everything okay?”

Oh, that poor, oblivious, sweet idiot. If it were anyone else, he would be quite sure that she did all that on purpose, just to get a rise out of him. But not so. The look she was giving him now was genuine. All the more reason to keep this powerful, yet oblivious creature under his thumb.

“Nothing, darling, I am quite well. Just hungry, that’s all,” he purred, advancing on her step by tantalizing step, eyes locked on his prize.

“Oh! Of course! Sorry, today has been a lot, I forgot to offer,” she pulled the fabric of her collar aside to bare her beautiful neck to him, the imprints from the bite left after his previous feeding still visible.

Astarion licked his lips and pressed his mouth to her skin, delighting in the shallow gasp that she gave at the contact.

“As alluring as your neck is, my sweet,” he swept his tongue up the column of her neck and lay a tender kiss on the bitemarks, “I hope that there is more, much more on offer tonight.”

As he sank his fangs into Tav and felt her blood flow onto his tongue, Astarion soon found himself grinding against the swell of her ass, the hand that was not holding her in place sneaking to caress her breast. Which was when Astarion had to remind himself that he was doing this just to keep Tav on his side. It was simply a matter of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less. And this was certainly not something that he had to keep reminding himself of more and more as they progressed on their journey.

And yes, perhaps bedding Tav has been quite fun. She was a vision, with her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kisses parted as she moaned his name sweetly into the night. But that was just a perk. Why shouldn’t he enjoy himself a little, given the opportunity?

Yes, his plan was flawless. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

💖 Tag list 💖:

@ninty900, @ayselluna, @dajeong, @ravenswritingroom,

@misscrissfemmefatale, @clazberryk, @anukulee,

@preciouslittlebhaalbae,

@sh3rl0ck, @mellowenthusiast2299,

@fleetstreet78, @starlight-rogue,

@obsessedwhyyes, @arzen9

[copperbadge]

I find a lot of your posts very helpful and like to reread them sometimes, but as I am primarily mobile these days (2012 me would be appalled and ashamed), it's sometimes hard to do. Which of course is mostly Tumblr's fault, but I came here to suggest that maybe your featured tags could use an update? Your list is fairly short so I'm assuming that means you selected specific featured tags instead of having Tumblr just infinitely list your "frequent" ones. I think maybe adding your usual ADHD, therapy, and aphantasia tags would be good, and maybe some of your NaClYoHoMo* tags? Those are the ones I am usually looking for anyway. Hope you're having a good weekend!

*I slightly misspelled this and also had it all lowercase at first and autocorrect suggested "backup homo" instead. I have no idea what to do with this information but it made me laugh

LOL NaClYoHoMo. I never even thought about adding the Mo on there to make it uniquely gay. :D

I won't lie, I am unsure I ever even knew what featured tags were. I have no idea where one finds them on someone's tumblr, mobile or desktop, and I think possibly either I knew about them and set them to something wildly weird and forgot, or I never knew about them and Tumblr Did A Thing.

I did find out where to change mine in the settings, so I will be updating them and I appreciate the suggestion of useful tags! They should be updated by the time this posts but I need to go through and standardize the therapy tag before that one goes in. If folks have other tag suggestions feel free to drop them in comments. Thanks for the suggestion, anon!

Also if folks have sent me asks in the past, oh, four or five weeks, I do still have a lot of asks in my inbox, I'm going to try to get through them before the end of October. Some of them require thought or research or such, so it just takes extra time, and my social battery is currently temporarily low (nothing to do with mental health, I just have a lot going on right now). But I'm working on it!

[soolh1k]

Can you write skz comforting reader who has anxiety

Skz comforting you when you have anxiety

notes: english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :))) this is just the maknae line

type: narrated text

genre: angst w fluff

WARNINGS: a little bit angsty but some fluff at the end, let me know if you'd like to be tagged !! :))

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𓆩♡𓆪 Han Jisung

It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. You were sitting on the porch of your cozy little house, feeling a little overwhelmed by the waves of anxiety crashing over you. Your mind was racing, and you just couldn't seem to shake off the stress.

Just then, your boyfriend, Jisung appeared with a warm smile on his face, holding two cups of tea in his hands. "Hey, babe," he said as he handed you one of the cups. "I thought you might need this."

You took the cup gratefully and inhaled the comforting aroma. "Thanks, Hannie," You replied, feeling a bit better already just having him by your side. He sat down beside you, placing his arm around your shoulders, and asked, "What's got you feeling all anxious?"

You hesitated for a moment, but then decided to share your worries with him. "It's just work stuff, you know? Deadlines, presentations, and all that. It's like my mind won't stop racing, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it all."

Han listened attentively, his calming presence giving you the courage to open up. "I get it," he said empathetically. "But remember, you're capable of handling anything that comes your way. You've got the skills and the determination. Plus, you're not alone in this. I'm right here with you, and we'll figure it out together."

He gently squeezed your hand, and you couldn't help but smile. He always knew how to make you feel better. "You're right," you replied, feeling a sense of relief. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jisung chuckled softly. "Well, lucky for you, you don't have to find out," he teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Now, how about we take a little break from all the work stuff and enjoy the rest of this sunny day? Maybe go for a walk in the park or watch a silly movie?"

His suggestion sounded perfect. You nodded enthusiastically, grateful for his ability to lift your spirits. "Yes, let's do that," you said, feeling your anxiety slowly starting to subside.

And so, you spent the rest of the day together, laughing, talking, and simply enjoying each other's company. With Jisung by your side, the world seemed a little less overwhelming.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Lee Felix

It was a friday afternoon, and the world seemed to be bustling with life outside your window. But inside, your anxiety was reaching its peak. You had been feeling overwhelmed lately, juggling work, family, and personal issues all at once.

As you sat on the couch, your mind spinning with worry, your boyfriend, Felix, walked in with a big smile on his face. He could always tell when you needed his support, even without saying a word. "Hey, darling," he said, plopping down next to me. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You sighed, not knowing where to start, but Felix always had a way of making you feel safe and understood. "It's just...life, you know? Everything's happening all at once, and I can't seem to catch a break."

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, giving you the warmth and comfort you needed. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, you know? Life can be a rollercoaster sometimes, but we're in this together."

He grabbed his phone and said, "Let's do something that always helps you relax." He played some upbeat music and pulled you up from the couch. "Dance party in the living room!"

At first, you couldn't help but laugh at the unexpectedness of it all. But as the music filled the room, your worries started to fade away. You danced and laughed together, letting go of the stress that had been weighing you down.

After a while, you collapsed back onto the couch, breathless but with huge smiles on your faces. "You always know how to turn things around," you said, feeling incredibly grateful for him.

Yongbok gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. "You're my world, and seeing you happy is all that matters to me. Whenever life gets tough, remember I'm right here by your side."

And in that moment, surrounded by love and the feeling of being understood, your anxiety seemed to melt away. With Felix's support, you knew you could face anything that life threw your way.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Kim Seungmin

It was one of those gloomy afternoons when the weight of your family issues seemed to crush your spirit. You sat on the couch, your mind swirling with anxious thoughts, when your boyfriend plopped down next to you, sensing that something was off.

He gently placed his arm around your shoulders and said, "Hey, what's eating you up, blossom? You've been quiet all day."

You sighed, "It's just... my family, you know? They always manage to get under my skin and make me doubt myself."

He gave me a reassuring smile, "I get it. Families can be crazy, but remember, you're not defined by them. You're amazing just the way you are."

You leaned into him, feeling a bit of comfort in his words. "Thanks, but sometimes it's hard to believe that."

He reached for your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours. "Look, I know they've got their quirks, but they don't get to decide your worth. You're strong, intelligent, and you've got so much potential."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were tears of relief. "You always know what to say, don't you?"

He chuckled, "Well, I try my best. But seriously, I've got your back. Whenever you're feeling overwhelmed, just talk to me. We'll figure it out together."

With his support, the knot of anxiety in your chest began to loosen. It was like a breath of fresh air amidst the chaos. You nestled closer to him, feeling grateful for having someone so understanding and caring in your life.

He kissed the top of your head and whispered, "You're not alone in this. I'm here for you, and we'll tackle those family troubles one step at a time."

As the rain poured outside, you found solace in the warmth of his embrace. With him by your side, you knew you could face anything that life and your family threw at you. His love was a shield against the storm of anxiety, and you were truly lucky to have him.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Yang Jeongin

You're standing in the middle of a bustling coffee shop, surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the chatter of people catching up. Your friends are chatting excitedly at a table nearby, but you can't shake off the feeling of anxiety creeping up on you. The noise and crowd seem overwhelming, making you feel a bit out of place.

Just as you start to fidget with your hands, your boyfriend notices your unease. With a warm smile, he comes up behind you and gently places his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, you doing okay?" he asks, his voice full of concern.

You nod, trying to hide your nervousness, but he knows you too well. "Come on," he suggests, "let's grab some fresh air outside."

You follow him, feeling the relief of the cool breeze against your skin as you step out onto the street. He takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I get it," he says, "sometimes it's tough being around a big group. But remember, you don't have to be anyone else around them. Just be yourself, and they'll love you for who you are."

His reassuring words and the warmth of his hand help ease your worries. "I know it's easier said than done," he continues, "but don't let your anxiety control you. You're strong, and I believe in you."

You take a deep breath, feeling more grounded with each word he speaks. His presence alone makes you feel safe and supported. "Thanks," you say softly, "I really needed this."

He smiles and pulls you into a gentle hug. "Anytime," he says, "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

As you both head back into the coffee shop, you feel a newfound sense of confidence.

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Tag list !!

@albaficaslover

@damselettism

[vvultur3]

ik misspellings are a deliberate character choice but can't you add a translation? That is standard when making your text as incomprehensible as possible.

ooc. sorry anon!! i will from now on, maybe in the tags so it doesnt inconvenience the post? thanks for the suggestion :)

[one-piece-user-boxes]

Hello Hello!

Some things to know!

About me!

I am a minor.

This is a side blog. My main blog is here!

Requests are open! (More about that below the cut.)

You can call me Anime!

Motivation is non existent in my brain, so please be patient with the user boxes!

Not spoiler free! (Will be tagged accordingly.)

Feel free to save these and use them on your blog or carrd etc! No credit due. (Note. Exception to this if the user box has fanart as the image!)

Spam liking and reblogging welcome!

꧁•⊹٭𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!٭⊹•꧂

Maybe more will be added as I think of it, that’s all for now!

Requests:

Disclaimer!!

Characters photos will be from the anime/(COLORED)manga unless specified!

I am a bit dyslexic! Sometimes I may misspell things, forget series of letters (like ASL), or forget small words like ‘to, for, the, a, etc’ PLEASE TELL ME WHEN I DO THIS!!!!! I will never realize, and I’d like to fix it before it gets too many notes!

Rules

Must be One Piece! This has no exceptions or limitations! They can be characters that have only appeared in cover stories, characters from movies, characters only from the manga, characters that have only showed up in filler in the anime, and so on!

If you submit an image, it cannot be fanart! Unless it is your fanart, in this situation I will need proof it is yours!

Yes

Anon request. There is no limits for how many a user may request!

Ships! (Ex. Zolu, Zosan, Lawlu, and so on!)

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You may request a specific image(please provide image in ask)!

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No

Ships between children. (Examples Momonosuke and Otama.)

User likes/loves with children. Strictly platonic only.

Non One Piece characters

Incest (Examples Ace x Sabo(including Luffy in any variety with them), Doflamingo x Rosinante, The vinsmokes x eachother, the Charlotte Family x each other, and so on.)

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Examples/ideas for requests!

This user loves x!

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This user simps for x!

This user selfships with x!

This user ships x!

This user favorite ship/boat is x!

This user favorite arc is x!

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These are just some examples, feel free to word them however you’d like!

[srasdoesthings]

*+:｡.｡Nyan｡.｡:+*

Hello, I'm Sras!

This place is a mess mweheheh I draw and write(once in a blue moon) so this is just. A junk pile (but a shiny junk pile! Probably). Feel free to message about anything^^

Commission info!! : https://www.tumblr.com/srasdoesthings/768069991697416192/comm-open?source=share

Warning: My interests are very widespread and that includes 18+ games/media. Please do not follow if you are a minor or uncomfy with those topics (please please please)

Interests: Vocaloid, TWST, PjSekai, Enstars, Genshin, HSR, WHB, R1999, LnD, Ikemen series (primarilly IkeRev and IkeVamp), BSD

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Relevant tags to guide thee: fandoms themselves are tagged so this is for general blog content^^ (they are currently unlinked as I'm typing this up on mobile but I will fix it when I can^^ in the meantime, they are tagged in the post as well so use that instead🙏🙏)

Sras makes things ☆- General Creation tag! It's mostly art rn tho

Sras drawing stuff☆- I forgot the space akdnand. But it's the main art tag

Sras write write writes ☆- the writing tag! There's barely anything here;;;

Sras's Silly guys ☆- main OC tag! My little brain children run amok here, but they have their own tags if you wanna see what little I posted of them :33

Sras says things ☆- not much here either but I'll probs use it for if I have things to say??? Ig??

Sras is losing it ☆- just me going crazy ig??? It's just vibes maybe

.・゜-: ✧ : it's 3 am~ - for my on going Tsukasa fic!

Mildy suggestive ueueue- for any spicy content. Yes it's misspelled I'm sorry it's 2am

WOMEN MAKING OUT 🔥🔥🔥 ☆- girl kissing is very important and widespread in this blog mwah mwah (tag for wlw content)

[atmosphericradar]

Here is a screenshot of a misspelled tag (relating to AI art) that is popular enough to show up automatically, in case anyone was under the impression that porn bots are the only ways people spam Tumblr.

For context, Tumblr forgot all of my tags across all platforms a week or two ago. I know at least one other person whom this happened to. I have never (to the best of my memory) used this tag, and certainly not in the last two weeks. I tag AI art "algorithmically generated images" when I reblog it, because I'm a contrarian and I have compunctions against image generators.

This tag is the result of someone who is creating many posts with this tag. And a quick search yeilds that the blog @ai-pin-up-art has been rapid-firing posts for a few months recently, stopping only in July and going completely dead silent. I'm willing to bet the whole blog is automated; the misspelt tag seems like a scripting mistake.

A few other blogs have used the tag only once, which could either be mistypes, or clicking on the same misspelt suggested tag that I was given.

I wrote all this for a few reasons:

1) I went on a little sleuthing expedition and wanted to record my findings.

2) I think that one blog's actions influencing the mechanisms of Tumblr to that degree is both illuminating and kind of spooky.

3) I suspect that AI images are currently being astroturfed into all major social media ecosystems, alongside honest posts from actual adopters. This blog could be run by a technologist who just automated one of their blogs, which just so happens to post and reblog exclusively algorithmically generated porn. Maybe.

[cutestkilla]

Fic Rec Wednesday

Hey hey! So while I actually am hard at work on CO content for the Picture Book Project (several illustrations of the gang in third year for @captain-aralias’ amazing take on Simon Snow and the Third Gate), I have nothing that’s really ready for main in terms of sharing. Thanks to everyone who continues to tag me over these past weeks (I tag you all back under the cut for today, or Sunday or to share your own fic recs)! I do love to see what you all are working on even when I have nothing shareable.

I thought I might do a little fic rec post today instead, dedicated to one-shots that were posted in the mad rush of December that I love and think are a little underappreciated. There’s such a flood of amazing content during COC that it’s hard to keep up, and then once we move on to January, there’s still new amazing content coming out. As a result there are some real gems that folks may have missed out on. And so, here is a short (no doubt incomplete because I myself am still catching up) list of my fave hidden gems from December 2022.

And We Still Do by @facewithoutheart (T, 8K)

This is the fic that inspired me to write this post, actually, because I was discussing it with @facewithoutheart earlier and saying I can’t believe more folks haven’t read it. Anyway, it’s so great! The story includes a bunch of AU meet-cutes/meet-uglys framed by post-SFC Simon and Baz being fluffy and cute, with a bonus ACTUAL first time they met via the crucible. Each AU is a great little one-shot in itself and to quote the comment I left on AO3, “I loved them all, I would read a full fic of literally ANY of these”. (That is not actually a direct quote because I appear to have misspelled the word “would” somehow, but I digress.) You get post-canon fluff, a Boy Band AU, a Royalty AU, a couple of really neat canon-divergence AUs, and a combo Coffee Shop/Sci Fi AU all rolled into one, with amazing results. I think it’s brilliant like everything that comes from Christina’s mind and everyone should check it out.

Baby It’s Cold by @larkral (T, 2.6K)

This is a post-canon story told through a series of vignettes with Simon helping Baz accept something (something cold, maybe?) about himself in a really cute and creative way. It’s just really sweet, the prose is lovely as one knows to expect from this author, it gave me the warm fuzzies in a major way and guess what else? IT COMES WITH 3D LEGO ART. It’s short and sweet so you have no excuse not to check this one out folks.

Nice Spread by @messofthejess (T, 1.2K)

Post-canon Brobelove! The age old mystery of whether tea actually can be served on Niamh’s thighs is solved! And just generally this is packed with excellent banter, excellent novelty mugs and excellent tea puns. Very fun!

Another Way We Match by @thewholelemon (M, 1.7K)

Gotta include some spice, amirite? This one is post-canon and packed with great dialogue and banter that pays homage to some of my favourite fanworks (This Will All Go Down in Flames by @facewithoutheart, Monsterfucker, Baby by @sillyunicorn and Property of Tyrannus by @starwarned and @seducing-a-vampire, to be specific) in the funnest way. Simon and Baz are doing sexy roleplay! Only all of Simon’s suggestions are causing Baz eye-rolling injuries. Really hilarious, sexy and also with the perfect amount of domestic fluff mixed in. I love me a sex scene full of funny dialogue and awkward moments, and this sure fits the bill.

I could go on and on with this list, only I’m supposed to be working instead of writing this post, so I’ll stop here for now. Hope you all check these out!

Tags: @alleycat0306 @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @basiltonbutliketheherb @blackberrysummerblog @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @forabeatofadrum @frjsti @hushed-chorus @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @johnwgrey @larkral  @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @shrekgogurt @stitchyqueer @takitalks @tea-brigade @technetiumai @theearlgreymage @thewholelemon @whatevertheweather @you-remind-me-of-the-babe                             

[bigfan-fanfic]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows (Male!Reader x Gabriel - SPN)

Requested by @yesthetrashbin for Gabriel trying to woo you by giving you suspiciously good luck

It hasn't been particularly easy in this town.

Sure, starting out on your own is never strictly "easy," but, well... luck hasn't been in your favor.

First it was the sign you had ordered for your new ice cream shop coming back misspelled (and then colored incorrectly when it came back after that)

And then it was your first customer having an allergic reaction because she didn't read the sign warning those with allergies that nut contamination may occur

And then... you get the picture.

You struggled by, even through the string of strange deaths in your town, until one day a lanky stranger came wandering in, staring at you with something like awe.

"How has there been an ice cream parlor here and I didn't know about it?" he asks, grinning, and you shrug.

He orders a five-scoop cone and practically kicks his heels on the way out the door.

The next day a tree falls in the street, blocking traffic through that little town on an unseasonably warm day... and you get the best day of business you've ever had up til then.

The man comes in every day after that, which cannot be good for his cholesterol. But he gets more talkative, drawing you out of your shell. And your luck somehow improves after his visit, whether it's beating traffic on the way home or somehow ending up with double your order of food without having to pay extra.

On a whim, you buy a lottery ticket.

The next day, the man walks in with a big grin. "You know... if you had a suggestion box, I'd say you should wear nametags. That way I don't have to refer to you in my head as Ice Cream Guy."

"Is that so?" you smirk. "Maybe you should wear a name tag so I don't have to call you Five Scoop Man."

He barks out a laugh, grinning wildly. "Gabriel, if you must know. But I'm totally gonna go by Five Scoop Man now."

The day you tell him your name, you win the lottery.

Somehow you can't help but associate your strange luck with Gabriel. Sure it's insane to think a cute guy could be the source of your luck, but...

Eventually Gabriel works up the courage to ask you on a date.

"This isn't just a ploy for free ice cream, is it?" you tease before accepting.

There's a storm the night after, biggest gust in years. Your shop remains untouched, somehow being unscathed by a fallen tree that flattened both shops adjacent to yours.

A swerving car that you're sure should have hit you is blasted aside by a fire hydrant malfunctioning at just the right moment.

A Ben and Jerry's truck headed into town somehow explodes.

It's starting to get a little suspicious.

So you play the lottery again, using the same numbers as before... and you win.

You mention to Gabriel that you've been craving Indian food and he calls you that night saying a place opened up within walking distance... in a lot that was completely empty the night before.

"Gabriel." you say when he walks in the next day. "Are you giving me good luck somehow?"

He knows better than to lie to you. His shoulders droop. "What gave me away?"

It's absolutely insane, but this is happening. "Uh... probably the Indian food thing."

"Damn it." Gabriel snaps his fingers. "I knew that was probably too far. I just... look, I know it's not exactly great protocol, but I can't help it. I saw your life and how it's been going, and... I just figured a handsome guy like you should have everything be perfect."

"You... saw my life? Like a psychic?"

"It's a teensy bit more complex, but let's go with that."

"So... all this was a way of trying to woo me?"

"No!" he says, urgently. "Not at all. I like to think I have enough game to woo someone without needing powers. The luck thing was just because I thought you deserve it. I don't know many humans - people that are as hardworking or kind as you."

You look at him, a little sternly. "As much as I like being lucky, I'd like you to stop messing with it. I'll take the good and the bad."

He nods. "That's fair."

"As for us... you're a special kind of guy, Gabriel. If you want to keep dating... I'm game for it."

He smiles. "Sweet. Can I use my powers to make our dates good, though?"

You laugh a little, smiling at the way he drifts closer, hands snaking around your hips. "I'll allow it."

The next day your car breaks down, but your boyfriend simply winks at you and gives you a kiss, and you're sitting in front of your ice cream shop. "I'll go get the car taken care of. See you tonight?"

You don't know how exactly he does it, but you know that even without his powers or your luck, Gabriel would have stolen your heart.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🌔🔥Miami Nights🔥🌔

Prompt: Roman’s little bossy attitude towards Y/N will lead them to one of the most sensual nights they’ve had.

Word count: Long...

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, jealousy, a little bit of angst, “make up sex”, cursing, dirty talking (‘cuz we already know I’m a sucker for it!), praise kink and even a little bit of ass worship (because you can never go wrong with that! 😉)

Tag: @jibbles26 , @lustyromantic , @reigns-5sos , @mindofasagittaruis , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @ziasaph

Notes: So, the fact that I’m a lover of rough smut is no secret (I mean, have you seen the shit I write?!) but something that hits you different is a good old sensual smut! Just the intimacy and slow deep movements of it are just worth drooling.. I’ve been wanting to write a more sensual scene for a while so here you go! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊)You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

My heels click clack fast upon the stairs as I make my way down to the first floor, severely searching for my phone around the living room.

“What are you looking for?” His deep voice echoed from behind me

“Jesus Christ, Roman! You startled me. I’m looking for my phone, have you seen it?”

“Do you mean this one?” He showed me my phone in his hand

“Oh, thank you baby. I-“ I stopped when instead of giving me the phone, he tossed onto his joggings side pocket.

“What are you doing? Give me my phone, please”

“Where are you going to?” He asks, ignoring my request

“My boss called saying he got a last time meeting with that big potential French buyer and asked me to help him with the translation”

He raised his eyebrows “And you’re dressed like this” He scoots closer, pulling at the hem of my black pencil skirt “Just to meet him?”

“I have to dress nicely. It’s a work meeting, so yeah, I need to dress in work clothes” I spat, not really liking where this was going

“Couldn’t you have ‘dressed nicely’ with pants?”

“What’s your point, Roman?” I ask slightly annoyed

“My point is: You’re dressed in a pencil skirt that will make any alive man stare directly at your ass, your cleavage is so deep that I can see your bra” He leans in “You’re wearing your Givenchy perfume, makeup, heels...all of that, just for a meeting with a buyer?” His voice had an incredulous tone to it

“Yes! I just told you it’s a work thing, how do you expect me show up there? With sweatpants and flip flops?!”

He’s still staring at me as he coldly said

“You’re not going out on that outfit”

“WHAT? Are you kidding me? Since when do you prohibit me from wearing something?”

“Since now!” He growled

I bitterly laughed “Sorry my dear, but I’m not one of our children! You don’t tell me what to do. You’re my husband, not my father!”

He closes the distance between us

“Do you really expect me to believe that you’re looking all hot like that for a last minute meeting? I’m not that dumb, baby girl. To me, that smells like there’s some other male trying to piss at my lawn and I don’t like that” His voice is dangerously low

“Are you suggesting that I’m romantically seeing my boss?” I ask in disbelief

“No, you wouldn’t do that. But him on the other hand, always had a soft spot for you. So yeah, I think he pulled together this whole ‘last minute meeting’ thing just so he can be alone with you. That’s why, you’re gonna go upstairs take off that makeup and that outfit and put on something less provocative”

“I’ve ALWAYS dressed like this to work! Even when I worked at the WWE and you’ve never had a problem with it before”

“I have a problem with it now” He growled

“Roman, are you listening to yourself? You better bring that attitude down! That whole ‘tribal chief’ gimmick thing is going up your head”

“You’re not leaving this house in that outfit!” He roars

“That’s nonsense! Give me my phone back, please”

“No” He calmly answered

“Give me my fucking phone, Roman” I spat

“You want your phone back? Go upstairs and change that outfit” He explained like if I was a kid

“Give me my phone!” I try to grab the phone out of his side pocket, but before I could, he grabbed my wrists forcefully. Locking them in his grip, behind my back.

“Oh, you’re in big trouble now” He devilishly laugh

I try to release my wrists from his grip but it was too tight

“Roman, let me go”

“Why should I? I mean, you were brave enough to try to take your phone away from me, so you can be brave enough to free yourself”

I try to pull on my wrists but the more I try to the harder he grips

“Roman, you’re gonna hurt me, let.me.go” I punctuated so maybe he’ll understand

“Stop fighting then!” He pushes me forward with the hand that is on my back securing my wrists, I tripped and he holds me in place by my ass, with his free hand

“This is mine” He slaps my ass forcefully, making me look up at him with pure hatred

“Don’t give me that look” He warned

“You’re gonna make me loose my job!” I start to fight against his firm grip, in despair to release myself

Roman then holds my body against his by my waist

“Behave” He chuckled

I was already pretty annoyed, to be honest, so I spat

“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God I’ll forget that you are my husband and I’m gonna kick your balls so hard, they’re gonna fly out of your mouth!”

He stares at me and let me go

“My phone, please” I reach out my hand so he can place the phone in it, which he obliged.

The front door opened and the kids ran inside like maniacs followed by Jey, who’s holding some bags from the local Candy Shop.

“This isn’t over yet” Roman whispered

“Man, I tell you, the amount of candy that shop has is out of this world!” He chuckled while chewing on something covered in chocolate. He looked at us and said

“Uh oh, I feel some tension...Did I had a bad timing?”

“No, Jey” I say “You couldn’t have a better timing not even if you tried to!” I look away from Roman to get my hand bag and the kids ran to us to show what uncle Jey had bought them.

...................................................................

I came home around 10 p.m. The reunion was a success and we had managed to close a deal with one of the French buyers we were hoping to get a contract with. He was in Vancouver for business and was able to attend the meeting through a video conference.

One part of me was excited to tell Roman about it because he knew how much that contract would help me in both career and money wise. But the other part of me was still mad at him for that little stunt he put up earlier.

I walk through the living room to place my hand bag and phone at the coffee table when the lamp by the armchair went on.

“Did you had fun?” Roman asked with a cold voice

“Sweet Lord, Roman! Do you want to kill me?”

“It must have been quite fun, I mean, for you to have came back home just now”

“You do know there’s a timezone of -3 hours from Vancouver to Florida right?”

“I didn’t asked that, I asked if you had fun”

I look at him in disbelief and say

“Look, I don’t know what’s up with the whole Samoan Don Corleone thing, but I’m really tired” I sighed

“Come here Y/N”

“What? You’re gonna ask me to kiss your ring too, Don Samoan?” I mock

He cackled at my little joke and stood up from the armchair, walking towards me.

“You and your clever little mouth, right baby? Always putting yourself in trouble with those pretty lips” His smile fade-away and he quickly pulled my head up by my hair

“I think you’re forgetting that you’re walking on thin ice right now and I wouldn’t test me if I were you”

“Where are the kids?” I ask faintly

“At Jey’s, for a sleep over” His smile is now purely evil

“Did you planned this, then?”

“C’mon baby, how are you gonna be able to scream my name while I fuck you senseless if the kids are at home?” He leans in to sniff the nape of my neck

“I love when you wear this perfume, it drives me crazy! It makes me want to fuck you all night long” He sucks on my neck “You look good enough to eat Y/N. That skirt baby...it’s gonna be the death of me! Give me a 360, baby girl” He said, intertwining our fingers and slowly turning me around while whistling at me.

“What is this all about?” I ask, suspicious about his true intentions

“What do you mean?”

“The whole complimenting me for the one thing you made a whole fuss about it earlier”

“What? Can’t I compliment my gorgeous wife?” He asked innocently

“I’m not saying that! I’m just saying that I find it suspicious the fact that earlier we almost got into an argument because of this outfit and now your throwing praises at it” I crook an eyebrow at him

He smiles “You know me so well it’s actually embarrassing!” He chuckled

“Ok baby girl, you got me! I felt guilty, ok? I regretted being so rude with you earlier, you didn’t deserve it”

“So why did you do it, Ro?”

“Because I got jealous! I mean, the time we have together is short and it’s mostly taken by the kids, we barely have any alone couple time and I miss you! I miss having my wife, having you: Y/N! Not the mom version or the professional version of you, but just my wife. All to myself” He scoots closer “So when I saw you dressed up all nice like this, smelling so good and looking so beautiful I remembered how it used to be back then...when you worked at WWE and I used to sneak out to your hotel bedroom at night so we could spend the night together because you didn’t wanted people to know about us. I remembered the amount of convincing that I had to do, for you to finally agree to make us an official thing. How we thought that our marriage wouldn’t survive with me being on the road and you at home with the kids. How many times I couldn’t sleep at night ‘cause I got scared thinking that I could lose you after that fight we’ve had when Ben was born” Roman hugs my waist and look me in the eyes “I felt the same fear earlier today, I know that’s on me and not on you but... I couldn’t help it, I got carried away by my jealousy and I apologize for that. You’re a beautiful woman! Gorgeous face, delicious body, a goddess in the bedroom, strong personality, such a kind soul and a heart made of gold. And I’m a selfish man! I don’t wanna lose you, I can’t afford to lose you...I want you all to myself, body and soul” He leans in to capture my lips in the most romantic, sensual, long kiss.

“Do you forgive me?” He whispered

“I don’t know...maybe I need some more convincing” I tease him and he laughed, knowing it was all good between us

“What can I do to convince you, baby?”

“Lose the shirt and the pants and sit on the armchair”

He happily obliged, sitting on the armchair with eyes filled with excitement

“Can you help me with this?” I point towards the skirt’s zipper innocently

He smirked and I got closer to the chair. Roman reaches the zipper, pulling it down torturously slow.

“Take it off, Ro”

He slowly pulls it down, savoring every inch of my ass being exposed to him, with each tug at the skirt he nibs and kisses the recently discovered skin. And I couldn’t be happier to be wearing a new lace set in a beautiful midnight blue shade.

The skirt became a pile of fabric around my ankles as Roman growls: squeezing, biting, licking and kissing my ass while I take off my white dress shirt.

“Fuck Y/N, baby...I’m in love with your ass”

I giggled at his choice of words

“It looks so fucking good in this blue color. Is this a new set?” He asks, still kissing and biting it.

“Yeah, I bought it last week. I thought it looked good so-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence due to the forceful tug he gave my hips so I could sit down on his lap.

“It looks insanely good, baby” He whispered in my ear, kneading my breasts softly through the lace.

“And the bra too...they make your boobs look full as fuck! I love it”

I feel his erection resting against my ass and I can’t help but grind my hips to it.

“Hmmm baby, you’re so hot, so fucking hot. The hottest woman I’ve ever met” He pressed my hips further down to his bulge

“You never fail to turn me on baby girl, you’ve always had the power to make my cock rock hard for you”

“Just for me?” I ask with a voice raspy from pleasure, reaching my arm around his neck so I can pull his lips towards my ear

“Always just for you, baby. Ever since he tasted you, he got addicted and wants only you” Roman whispered

His voice always worked wonders on me. How deep his voice is, the things he says...it was always an infallible combination.

We explored each other’s body until we couldn’t wait it anymore.

I stand up to remove my lace panties and bra and he loses his boxer briefs, sitting back at the armchair with me on his lap. I lifted up a bit, so he can enter my core and oh, how I missed my man!

I start a front to back motion, holding onto Roman’s thighs for support while my thighs are closed shut in between his opened ones. I circled my hips in deep, slow circles from time to time so he can sink all the way in.

“Yeah, keep doing that baby girl. Fuck, it looks so sexy when you ride me like this” He moaned

And that’s my intention: a sensual, lustful, intimate sex.

Roman roamed one arm around my hips until his hand stopped at my mound

“Spread your legs a little bit, baby” He asks

I do it and two of his fingers start to rub my clit at the same pace of my riding.

“Oh, Ro...fuck me babe, that feels so good” I reach my arm back, so I can toss it around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The change of positions made his cheek rest against the side of my breast. I look down and see him staring at his hand on my clit.

“Baby” I wine, making him look up to me. And when he did I leaned down to capture his full lips in a deep kiss.

Once apart he cupped my cheek with his free hand

“I love you Y/N, so fucking much baby girl”

“I love you too Ro, the only man I’ll ever want” I smiled

“Promise me?” He asked

“Promise” I leaned down to kiss him again

I felt him twitch inside of me, a sign he was close to coming.

“Are you gonna cum inside this pussy, baby?” I smirked

“I can’t hold it back anymore, baby girl. You’re riding me so good and your pussy is milking my cock so nicely that I just can’t hold it” He laughs and kisses the side of my breast

“Cum for me baby, cum right on your pussy” I whispered in his ear

“Mine” He growled and turned up the pace of his fingers on my clit

“Yours” I moaned as I could feel my own release rising

Roman pressed our foreheads together as we reach our high in between moans. As we’re recovering our breath he says

“Damn baby, that was something!” Taking a deep breath in

“Did I just took your breath away, Reigns?” I chuckled

“Fuck yeah, that was the hottest sex we’ve had in the last 2 months”

“You’re unbelievable!” I laughed hard

“What? I’m serious! My girl is always giving me some breath taking sex” He said seriously, pulling me closer to his chest

“I’m glad you think that way because I already want a round 2” I sucked on his lower lip

“Oh baby, you’ll have the round 2, 3, 4, 5...’Cuz the kids won’t be back until tomorrow at 9 p.m.” He licks my neck

“Are you serious?” I whispered excitedly

He nods “I told you I missed my wife” He winks and take me on his arms bridal style

“Let’s go baby girl, round 2 awaits!” He laughed carrying us up to our bedroom

Where our night was just getting started

Please let me know your thoughts on this? Feedback is always appreciated 🥰😘

[vickysaurus]

Big fan of how Tumblr’s tag suggestions always put the one time I misspelled a tag before its correct spelling that I’ve used a thousand times. It’s like it’s rubbing my nose in it going “Oh did that creature maybe live in the Cretaceoys? Is this some art from acclaimed video game series Life Is Stange, you fucking dipshit? I eternally remember your shame, and so shall you.”

[moldisgoodforyou]

james and julia

this is for u james anon :) also let’s hope the tags work this time lmao 

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“What’s up with the boys lately?” Julia asked Sophie after a stall in their conversation over ice cream. The six of them hung out occasionally, mainly when they went out, and Sophie loved the way they all fit together so seamlessly. She easily fit in with the boys and Rafe could hold his own hanging with the girls (probably thanks to his sisters), so it was no surprise that all of them together was always a fun time.

“Hmm. Nothing special, really...oh, James is getting back to dating. I did a complete overhaul of his Tinder the other day.” Sophie told her.

“Back to dating?” Julia cocked her head.

“Yeah, and his girlfriend broke up after three years a few months ago. Something about her not being able to handle long distance anymore, I don’t know. He took it pretty hard. Obviously.”

“Poor guy.” She commented, sitting back in her seat, thinking.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and my idiot boyfriend suggested he needed to get over her by getting laid.”

Julia snorted. “Lovely.”

“Right? Anyways, James went on a date after like a month and I’m pretty sure he came home and was miserable for a straight week, so I’m glad he’s kind of moving on. I don’t think the guys ever really liked her, but you know how stubborn people can be about high school relationships.”

______

After that conversation, Julia swiped through her Tinder that night, more purposeful than ever. It didn’t take long for James’ profile to pop up, and they two matched right away. She sent him a teasing message - funny seeing you here - then immediately cringed at her choice of words. James replied with an equally teasing tone, and the two texted for a while that night - and two nights following.

The group all went out that weekend and there was an awkward tension between Julia and James, but Sophie couldn’t quite place why. Instead of being the class clowns of the group like normal, they were both unusually quiet, not really contributing to conversations. When Sophie leaned over to Rafe, whispering her observation, he furrowed his brow, not having noticed a single thing.

“I’m gonna go get another drink, anyone want something?” Julia asked at the end of the night, raising her empty cup. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.” James stepped up, following her through the crowd to the bar. After they both ordered their drinks, standing shoulder-to-shoulder so they could fit in the tightly packed space, he broke the silence first. “So.”

“So.” Julia echoed, raising her eyebrows.

“Can I take you out?”

“That’s awfully forward of you.” She commented, smirking.

“Sorry, out of practice.” He offered a cheeky grin back. “Dinner tomorrow night? At that Mexican place on ninth, I’ll pick you up.”

“Sophie’s gonna kill me.”

“That’s not an answer.” James nudged her arm with his elbow playfully, sliding cash across the bar to pay for both their drinks. “And Rafe will probably kill me too, but hey, at least we’ll go down together.”

Julia hid her smile in her cup as she took a quick gulp, more for confidence than anything. “Or we could get out of here now. It’d probably take them a while to notice...”  

“Now who’s being forward?” He smirked, then glanced over to where their friends were, blissfully unaware. “We’ll have to -”

“Go out the front, I know. Yours or mine?” She grinned, taking another long drink and willing herself not to shudder at the cheap vodka.

“Mine, I’m closer.” He knocked back the rest of his beer, then offered his hand. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Julia nodded, accepting his hand. “I still want that date though.”

He laughed as he leaned closer, making her shiver as his lips brushed against her ear. “You got it.”

Meanwhile, Rafe and Sophie were starting to get suspicious. “What do you think they’re so held up for?” She asked, pulling out her phone to text both of them separately. Rafe shrugged. “Friday night, we know it’s always packed here.”

“Ahh.” Sophie nodded in recognition, showing the group her phone with individual texts from each of them with a half-assed reply about meeting someone. Allie grinned. “You think it was that guy on Tinder she keeps texting?”

“Maybe. Wait, is this the first time -?”

“Hell yeah it is.” Rafe grinned, high-fiving Colin and Sophie rolled her eyes. “Well, good for him, I guess. Hope it’s a nice girl.”

_____

The next night, both Julia and James were getting ready for their date at their respective houses. Julia had refused to spill any details, claiming ‘a lady doesn’t kiss and tell’ when Sophie begged for the story. Colin and Rafe had snagged a few cupcakes and spare gel icing from the house chef, eloquently writing Congarts on the Sex - misspelling and all - as a present for James. He had laughed and snapped a photo, but didn’t tell much, just that it was a fun night and she left right after.

“Skirt or the jeans?” Julia held up both options with her turtleneck sweater, glancing in her closet for shoe choices.

“Depends on what sweater you’re going to wear.” Sophie stood and started rifling through her closet, shaking her head as she pushed multiple hangers over.

“What do you mean! This sweater is fine!”  

“Yeah, for church, not a date with someone who’s already seen you naked!” She retorted, pulling out a v-neck sweater instead and a sleek leather skirt. “You want this, with the white boots. Trust me.”

“You’re the worst.” Julia grumbled, but took the clothes and changed anyways. “Should I curl my hair?”

“Hm...no. Not worth the effort. Are you planning on hooking up with this mystery man again tonight, do I have to go to Rafe’s?” Sophie handed her a lipstick to match the outfit.

“Um - uh, probably not -” Julia stuttered, racking her brain for a solution. “You know, when was the last time you two went out?”

“We went out last night.” She raised her eyebrows. “Are you nervous?”

“Going out with all of us doesn’t count. I meant on a date.” Julia took a breath, pleased with her distraction, and smoothed the color over her lips.

“Um...” Sophie trailed off, thinking. “A couple weeks, I guess, I’ve been busy. Where are you going, Rafe and I will go and stake out the date for you.” She grinned. “We’ll be subtle, I promise.”

“You and Rafe have like half an ounce of subtlety between you two, combined.” Julia snorted. “Make him take you to that new restaurant, the one that was in the student paper.”

Sophie thought it over for a moment, her smile faltering. “It’s kind of expensive.”

“Your ability to forget your boyfriend is rich is impressive.”

“Jules.”

“I’m serious! Plus he gets so excited when he can take you out, it’s kind of adorable.” She pressed. “It’s not like you’re doing anything else tonight.”

“Yeah, he kind of does.” Sophie agreed - Rafe loved spoiling her as often as possible, even though she was still getting used to it. “Can I at least get his name?”

Julia had prepared for this question, at least. “It’s Jack, and no, you don’t know him.”

“Ugh, a J name.” Sophie shuddered jokingly, shooting a text to Rafe.

“Yeah, his only downfall.” Julia laughed, albeit a little forced as she thought of the main reason the two of them were probably doomed.

___

Meanwhile, Rafe was hyping James up for his date, blasting rap music way too loud as he ironed his clothes for him. (“Because no one fucking appreciates a well-pressed pant around here,” Rafe had argued, snatching James’ wrinkled clothes out of his hands.) “You kind of did things backward with all this.”

James shrugged. “Guess so. It was her idea.”

“The date or hooking up?”

James grinned as he accepted his freshly ironed shirt from Rafe. “Hooking up.”

“You should be careful though, you know? I mean, you shouldn’t launch into all this so quickly, take it easy.” Rafe told him a little warily, just wanting the best for his friend.

“I know, I know, it’s casual.” James reassured him.

“So...are you gonna need the room? It’s kind of early for dinner.”

“Uh...I mean, I’m not sure...”

Rafe’s face lit up as he received a text from Sophie and he eagerly shot back a reply. “Never mind, looks like I have a date night tonight too. Where are you taking this girl? If you’re going to that new place, I’ll see you there.”

“No, just the Mexican restaurant on ninth. Not pulling out all the stops.” James laughed, shaking his head at Rafe’s sudden mood switch. “Sophie’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“I...yeah, probably.” He decided against a rebuttal. “But she’s finally letting me take her out on a nice date, for the first time in ages, so I’ll take it.”

“Didn’t you go to the art museum downtown a couple weeks ago?” James asked, grateful for the conversation topic changing.

“Yeah, and it turned out she had to go for one of her classes and do a few sketches. I swear she can’t go three seconds without being productive.” Rafe shook his head, though he smiled fondly as he talked about her.

“Fucking simp.”

“C’mon, you’re the romantic, you know it’s love.” Rafe grinned and James rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. “I’m leaving, have fun.”

“You too! Text me if I have to go to Soph’s!” Rafe called after him.

_____

After Rafe and Sophie’s dinner, Rafe insisted on taking her to a swankier bar downtown by the restaurant instead of their normal college spot. When she paused, calculating in her head and reaching for her phone to check her budget app to see if she could swing expensive cocktails, he grabbed her purse and slung it over his shoulder. “On me, angel.”

“Everything has been on you lately.” She protested, holding her hand out expectantly for her purse.

“Good, so it’s how it should be.” Rafe shot her a grin and took her hand as they walked down the street. “You should have brought the navy purse instead, the black kind of clashes with my outfit.”

Sophie snorted, giving in. “Didn’t think you’d be wearing my accessories tonight, my bad.”

“Ah, but you should never assume.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, glancing in the window as they walked to the door - and did a double-take, spotting James. “Hold on, is that -”

She turned and followed his gaze, seeing Julia opposite James at a dimly-lit back table through the bar. “Holy shit.”

“Do you still want to go in?”

“Yes, we’re going to go interrogate -” She tugged on his hand, pulling him into the bar as Rafe leaned back. “Soph, maybe we shouldn’t -” He hissed, but she ignored him, walking right past the hostess’s stand.

“Ma’am, all our tables are reserved -” The hostess called toward Sophie, but Sophie turned on her heel and shot her a sweet smile. “That’s alright, we’re meeting friends.” She tugged her hand out of Rafe’s and strode over purposefully as he followed quickly behind. Once she made it to their table, she just stopped short of slamming her hands on it, both the drinks rattling a little.

James glanced up with nothing but fear in his eyes. “Oh, Sophie, nice to see you here -”

“What the hell is going on here?” She demanded, shooting glares at both James and Julia. James slunk back a little in his seat, while Julia just winced.

“Actually, yeah, I’d like to know too.” Rafe chimed in, sliding into the booth next to James as Sophie did the same.

“I told you they’re both off limits, James.” Sophie pointed an accusing finger at him. “Did you somehow forget my one rule? Literally just one?”  

“To be fair, you don’t speak for me -” Julia started, only for Sophie to whirl on her. “You! You were being so sneaky when you normally spill every detail - I should not know how big every single dude you’ve hooked up with is -”  

“Wait, you two hooked up? Julia’s the mystery girl?” Rafe made the connection a moment too late, then threw his hands up in exasperation. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” James apologized quickly. “But if we’re pointing fingers, it was her idea -”  

“James!” Julia sighed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, I knew this wouldn’t work.”

“You said we could keep it a secret!”

“Not from fucking Sherlock over here!” Julia snapped, jamming her thumb toward Sophie.

“Was it worth it?” Rafe interrupted the argument, stepping on Sophie’s toe gently to hopefully put out some of the flames in her eyes. She only kicked him in the shin in response.

Both James and Julia shared a glance, debating their answers. “Honestly?” She asked.

“Yes, honestly.” Rafe nodded, sending a warning look to Sophie to keep her quiet.

James hesitated, not wanting to hurt Julia’s feelings. “I mean, I think you’re really nice -”

“Yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad -”

“Oh my god, please don’t even start there.” Sophie mumbled, her face twisting at the thought of her friends together like that.

“And I think you’re pretty -” James started again.

“But there’s nothing there.” Julia finished for him, offering him a quick smile. “I think we’re perfectly fine as friends, but that’s it.”

James nodded in agreement, relieved she felt the same. “Yeah, exactly. No hard feelings.”

Sophie let out a slow exhale. “Alright. I mean. You’re sure? Because if there’s really something, I can, like, chill out. Probably.”

Rafe smirked. “I’d say your entrance here contradicts that.”

Julia laughed, breaking the tension. “I’m sure. We were just talking about his ex before you interrupted, so I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”

Rafe shoved James’ arm, shaking his head. “That’s the one topic I told you to avoid.”

“We actually were having a decent conversation, if you two don’t mind? The least I can do is get you another drink, Julia.” James laughed, pushing him back aimlessly.

“...Fine.” Sophie stood, shaking her head. “Just as friends, though.”

“Just as friends.” Julia promised, sending her a grateful smile.

As Rafe and Sophie left, he let out a loud laugh as soon as they exited the bar. “Jesus Christ, Sophie. James looked like he was about to piss himself, he was so scared.”

“Good! She’s off limits! I warned him!” She exclaimed.

“I know, it’s like incest.” Rafe shuddered and slung his arm around her shoulders, walking with her to find another bar. “But hey - you think Allie and Colin might be a good match?”

“Rafe Cameron.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

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