#this was fun :) thank youuu

[ethereal-maia]

4 and 5 for the music asks!

THANK YOUUU I grinned when I saw what these meant hahahaaaa

A song i would put on a character playlist: well you see. I have many many favorite characters BUT i have auditions today so in honor of that i will let you know a song I associate with the character I am trying out for (I have a whole playlist for her in reality lol)

A song my followers have probably not heard: HOORAYYYYYY!!! A chance to bestow my music upon you!!! I’ll break the rules and link three of my current favorites for you all (I recommend them HIGHLY they’re fantastic)

[arctichalo]

thank you for tagging me @theirloveisgross !! 💕

Rule: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: i am engaged whoo it still sounds weird! been with my partner since we were 18 and got engaged last october after 12 years (should we have 18 by 1d as our first dance song yes or no??)

Favourite color: deep forest green, emerald green and lavender

Song stuck in my head rn: stole my heart by 1d (help)

Last song I listened to: idaho by gregory alan isakov

Three favourite foods: all kinds of pasta, mushroom risotto, ice cream

Last thing I googled: affordable retinols (i am on a skincare journey haha)

Dream trip: has been the same since i was 13 - spend at least a few weeks in New Zealand traveling, seeing the nature and all the locations LotR was filmed at

tagging @annoyingyellowhouse @sisterofficerchen @sunflowersofme @oksfranta @hometothecanyonmoon @chaotic-bells @blissoftheblue @zouis-exes-to-lovers do if you wanna! 🌻

[ihavebeenallthingsunholy]

Think of someone: what song do you associate with them?

Favorite music video?

Do you think certain types of music could have a bad influence on people?

uhh i associate my friend charlie irl with buddy holly by weezer- i dont wanna say anything abt francis or theo i have soooo many diff song associations for them

omg. the entire youngblood chronicles by fob. amazing. just the sheer committment. that being said take on me by a-ha is probably the best mv ive ever seen just in terms of creativity and dedication... the animation. chefs kiss. but also im not okay i promise and a little less 16 candles.... i cant choose lol

i mean music can certainly influence people but i really dont think its that big of an issue as long as people dont like idolize artists with shitty beliefs. i think its the artists more than the music that influence people and a lot of the time people try to justify crime or depression or wtvr by blaming music instead of fixing real problems.

[ebonytails]

Hey everyone! this is where the zebra is currently with the design.

It has knee braces!! I will most probably be drawing the zebra usually with them on, but it’s no requirement, for example if anyone else wants to draw the zebra :-]. I always like to make sure an animal design has official colors underneath any clothing and accessory anyway. I think this will be final! thank you everyone for your feedback!

As a reminder, aside from why the zebra was requested for this flag, this is also just a zebra with the disability pride flag on it. It’s just a deisgn to fit the flag, with input from other disabled people in our community. It doesn’t mean other animals can’t have designs with these colors, too! I don’t mean this design to be the only mascot for all disabled people. It’s just a silly series i do of pride animals, and at the time, during disability pride month, I wanted to see what everyone wanted me to start off with for this flag!

the goal with my pride animals is to take requests and make people feel happy and seen.. that’s all <:-)

[lewkwoodnco]

TTPD x Lockwood & Co. (1/5) (2) spotify gif template by @danesdehaan!!

[vroombeams]

flip flop the gag landoscar…. or well. anything landoscar/jondo if ur not crazed abt the gag fic. or small things if ur not feeling writing also !!!

↻ FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV (for kinktober day 3)

fic ask games one & two

It's a different flavour, this lack of control.

Lando's used to giving it up to Oscar. Having him hold him down or tie him up or that week where he'd just sort of let Oscar have at it any time, any place. Handing it over like that is the fun bit, isn't it? Letting it be taken from him.

But this, at first, isn't really about Oscar, or giving him anything at all. This is losing control of his body in a way Lando's extremely not used to.

Mouth propped open. Jaw stuck wide. Spit pooling and flooding and overflowing in the bottom of his mouth. It's something he can separate into moments; vignettes that feel sort of important, like the moment Oscar'd helped him slip the buckle into place at the back of his head. This moment, Oscar getting his dick out of the way so Lando can tip his head forward and let himself drool into his own lap. The next moment, of Oscar looking down at him with his eyes and mouth half open.

Lando likes it when he looks like that. Means he's done something right more often than not.

He can't suck it, when Oscar finally feeds his dick in. He can't do much of anything but sit there any take it, tongue wriggling uselessly, spit spilling out over his lips when Oscar starts to fuck his mouth. The sounds are insane. The sloppy-wet noise of dick-in-mouth turned up to about a thousand, the weird muffling in his ears when Oscar grabs his hair and pushes too deep and makes him gag.

Oscar apologizes, he thinks. His ears aren't working the way they should be. A ringing or a rushing, the unfamiliar sound of his own mouth flexing, wet and empty.

He gives Oscar what he means to be permission. With his hand on Oscar's thigh and his lashes fluttering he hopes Oscar gets the point—that he wants this, and he wants Oscar to take.

And Oscar gets it. Of course he does.

There's nothing like this. Nothing but this for a long time. The rapid in-out of Oscar fucking his mouth like he might fuck his arse, unthinking, quick and rough. The slurpy moaning that feels extremely embarrassing but feels so good in the moment that he's throbbing all over, scalp to toes. His spit foams. Tiny bubbles forming and popping when Oscar plunges deep and pulls back out.

Before Oscar comes it's a mess. And after it's a disaster. Oscar's hand tight in his hair, holding him in place, rutting his dick over Lando's tongue. It feels like more than usual, but it's got to just be the spit, the mix of it. It's enough that Lando can taste it—familiar, now, the taste of Oscar's come—until his mouth fully overflows and it's all spilling down his front.

It drips from him. Down his chin, down his throat. It's wet and sticky under the bits of the gag pressed to his cheeks. His shirt has got to be write-off, soaked through and sticking to his chest.

He can't imagine what he looks like. The way Oscar's looking at him, though, means it certainly isn't bad.

[stardynamite]

LMAO THANK YOU GUYS FOR YOUR SWEET COMMENTS GDKDHDK I WISH I COULD ANSWER YOU ALL AHHH💖💖💖

ALSO PROPS TO THIS GUY @potatoeofwisdom FOR NOTICING THIS LMAO:

I thought this detail would only be funny to me lmao 😭

[leftneb]

oh my god putting ur username on one of lando's sponsorship logos in your last post,,,, your mind,,,,

also i'm SO feral about your art isn't fucking funny, i can't stop staring at the lighting 💖 💖 💖 

okay so for u I wanted to make a comprehensive list of every. single. time. I've done that in my... 5-ish months of drawing F1 fanart but it ended up being a more daunting task than I'd anticipated ANYWAYS here it is:

starting off with my personal favorite (and rarest) category - abstract, there's pretty much only one of these each they're very fun to cook up (and usually illegible but that's beside the point)

the left-neb arm sponsors variation is by far the most common, but sometimes I write it out fully if there's enough space

this specific style of 'Neb' is also very common, I split the category in 3 - FiA certificate, Hilton logo, and freestyle

as you can tell. I'm normal about watermarks

I also dug up this very very old compliation of watermarks which is probably uninteresting to anyone who isn't me but I'm putting it here anyways (shoutout to the ones in japanese and the hungarian runes I miss using those)

[carniferous]

okay hello i’ve come to offer a vague concept ❤️🤲 the first thing that came into my mind is like being in a car. and something being wrong w the car. which sounds so stupid but is hopefully vague enough?? also idk if i’m meant to specify a ship but (and you probs already know what i’m gonna say) ur bartylus genuinely changed my life and it’s always on my mind and im obsessed w it forever and ever and would die if you ever wrote them again (but also like. no pressure. i don’t wanna try and tie you down to one specific pathway) ANYWAY i hope this is vague enough but also not too vague that you’re just staring at me blankly rn… icl babe u really didn’t set any parameters so i’m kinda trying to spear fish in the dark here but im gonna stop talking now…. eagerly (but patiently!!) awaiting ur response <33

LMAO NOOO thank you so much this is exactly the level of vagueness i wanted!!! i simply need to let things cook in my beautiful mind palace before i can write + vague concepts work best for that

anyway i tried to do it justice for u. it's more barty character study than bartylus sorry but. also it's compeltely unedited!! do with that what you will xoxo

“I knew it,” Regulus murmured, a hand coming up to cover his eyes. He was slumped down in his seat, the lines of his face stark in the pale moonlight. The motorway stretched out empty and endless before them. 

Barty clenched his jaw and turned the key in the ignition once more. The engine sputtered loudly, just enough to give him some small shred of hope, before it promptly died for the fifth time. 

“Dammit,” he hissed, thumping his hand against the steering wheel. He turned to Regulus, “What?”

Regulus lowered his hand and glared fiercely. “I knew I was going to die in this metal box the moment you persuaded me to get in.”

“And yet, you still let me persuade you.”

“Barty.”

“What?” Barty grinned. “You’re not going to die, Regulus. Cars are only dangerous when they’re moving.”

Regulus scoffed. He looked about five minutes away from having a conniption—which meant that Barty had about three minutes of continuing to fuck with him before he got properly angry. His hands were clenched in the fabric of his trousers, and when he turned his face towards the window, Barty could glimpse the deep shadows under his eyes as they appeared under the light. 

He felt his heart soften, just a tad. 

“I have a plan,” Barty said.

Regulus rolled his eyes so far back that they disappeared into his skull: “Oh, joy. Another plan.”

“They’ve gotten us this far, haven’t they?” 

“Yes, stranded on the side of the road with you,” muttered Regulus. “Exactly where I want all my plans to lead me.”

At that, Barty felt a strange, wild sort of affection swell up within him. He wanted to lean over and bite the nape of Regulus’s neck hard enough to draw blood, wanted to crowd him against the door until all that bluster and exasperation fell away. But there would be time for that.

“Don’t you want to hear my plan?”

“No,” Regulus said sullenly. “I want—”

He stopped. Barty’s grin abruptly fell away. He reached over and cradled the back of Regulus’s head, firmly enough that he had no choice but to face him. Regulus kept his eyes downcast, an unhappy twist to his mouth, a sickly tinge to his face that the low light couldn’t hide. 

“Hey,” Barty said, and he curled his hand into a fist in Regulus’s hair. “Look at me.”

Regulus’s gaze flickered up.

He was a living bruise, a walking heartache. Two weeks ago, Barty had looked at him as they packed their things for the end of term, and he’d known that Regulus wouldn’t survive another summer in that house—not as himself, anyway. He knew it the way Sirius must have, before he left, and he understood. Better than he’d like to admit. Sometimes it was easier to pack your bags than to watch someone like Regulus tread water and insist that they weren’t moments away from sinking. 

In that respect, though, Barty was different. He didn’t care what Regulus wanted. He wasn’t going to leave him to drown. 

Besides. Barty was fed up, himself.

When he spoke, his voice was low and steady, and Regulus listened with wide, unblinking eyes: “We’re not going home. Do you understand? There’s nothing back there. Nothing. Forget it, Regulus.”

A beat of silence. Barty’s grip loosened, he made to pull back, and then—

“What about your mother?” Regulus asked with a horrible little glint in his gaze. 

“What about her?” Barty replied without missing a beat.

Regulus blinked. Barty almost laughed at him. Could have, at the idea that Regulus thought he’d trapped him with that. His mother, who’d wanted Berty out of that house perhaps even more than he himself did. Regulus could never understand that.

What he could understand, though, was the terrifying, exhilarating sensation of freedom. Of the surprising vastness of your own mind when it was vacant of everyone but yourself. Of sitting in a car stranded on the side of the road and becoming aware of your own mortality. Death was suddenly an end to something real and full of potential. 

After what felt like an eternity, Regulus asked, “What’s your plan?”

“I turn seventeen in five hours,” Barty said. “Once midnight hits, the Trace will disappear. I’ll fix the car then.”

“You don’t know how to fix it.”

“At least I know it’s called a car and not a ‘metal box.’”

“You want us to spend five hours in this thing?” Regulus said, as though catching up with his own disbelief.

“Technically, seven hours,” said Barty. “We still have to make it to Bath. And then, once we pick up the twins…”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Barty shrugged—a loose, slouching thing. He noticed Regulus’s eyes track the motion with nothing short of predatory glee. “Orgy in the metal box?”

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” Barry cajoled, grinning from ear to ear. “Why else would you run away with me?”

There was a long moment of silence, in which Regulus gazed, baleful and petulant, out at the road in front of them and Barty gazed at him. Already, he was more animated, more tetchy, more acerbic than he’d been just days ago. The cobwebs slowly clearing from his eyes.

Sometimes, Barty recognized Regulus like the slant of himself in a shard of glass. But other times, Regulus was just very beautiful. Barty wondered if there an element of vanity in wanting him, to the prideful joy he got out of fucking him out of his own head. The idea that he could press Regulus down hard enough to mold him back into himself. 

On very rare occasions, he wondered if he was like his father. If the only love he knew was what he learned from the voice in his head as it puppeted his limbs about. If that presence was more himself than he was. A normal person would look at it with revulsion, would see complete and total control as a firsthand abomination.

But it was because Barty knew the abomination firsthand that he knew also the complete, total, clean satisfaction of such control.

“You were hardly the first to ask,” Regulus said mildly.

Even in the darkness, Barty could see the flush travel down his neck. He grinned and, without another word, reached over and unhooked Regulus’s seatbelt.

“I didn’t ask,” he replied, just as mild.

[angelsdean]

Just for fun. If you could curse any of the SPN characters with something funny for a day, who would it be and how? I always thought giving Sam a one-day Halloween Curse of Samuel Campbell (i.e. going bald/his hair falling out) would be excellent to watch.

ooooh i love this shal! (i also very much would love to see sam in that situation lol)

hmmm so many options buuuut. i think i have to go with singing curse! on ALL of tfw! give me the proper musical episode i deserve! especially dean and cas though. every time they wanna talk they have to do it duet style. also bonus points if the curse wants them to play certain roles / will only stop if they accept their roles in the musical (kinda like gabriel's whole thing in changing channels).

this curse is very much a destiel shipper. whomstever cast it really wants to see them play romantic leads in the musical. and they both keep resisting a little for yknow reasonssss. this takes place before any confessions in my mind. but in the end they embrace it and we get a totally sappy lovey duet. there are many costumes and little outfits too. the curse zaps them on idk *handwaves*

[honeydots]

resplendent lon'qu and groom virion noodle doodles for @sotiredmostnights!!! thank youuu~~!!!

[sharkaroni]

Chapter 10 of The Plum Calendar is up!

In this chapter, Reigen and Serizawa finally have a talk. In the end, they’re wet, cold, covered in mud, one of them’s bleeding and they’re both halfway deaf. But to find out how that happened, you’re just gonna have to read the very final chapter of The Plum Calendar.

” Like I said, aside from the constant overhanging threat of being eaten, it was one of my better vacations to date.” The fact being, it was one of exactly two vacations Reigen had taken in his entire adult life, and the other one had been pretty severely dampened by a very predictable bout of salmonella. ”Besides, you, uh, definitely did your part,” he said, looking the other way. ”You’re a pretty smooth talker, when you wanna be. And you’re not a bad kisser, either.” Reigen didn’t have time to reflect on what a stupid, idiotic thing that had been to say, because he, along with all the woodsy debris on the ground, was being launched a good few meters up into the air by some unseen psychic force.

The Plum Calendar has been a fic about pretending to be engaged to the secret love of your life so a 200-year old ghost won’t marry him and keep him in the ghost dimension forever. But it has also been about not being good enough, about the concept of deserving, about what it means to be a liar, and whether or not that sort of thing is innate.

For those of you who have been reading along, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. I can write 30 000 words of someone else’s sappy feelings, but I can never express how much I’ve loved having you read my story. And for the rest of you,  maybe check it out? I don’t know, you might like it.

[cielsiesta]

song about an angel 🥀🐇

alt version:

[devilbrakers]

tagged by @aztarion 🫶 thank you ily

taglist: @numbaoneflaya @pitchmoss @gothimp @cryptwood @ruvviks

@theonlyadawong @deadrlngers @celticwoman @mrs-theirin @opaleyedprince

@dmc4 @katsigian @gurathins @saratrantoul

[iobartach]

to the anon who just sent me that 4th july meme ,,, i'm irish btw--

[tossball-stick]

personal kieran headcanons 😋

tagging: @aintan0driscollnomore

hiii im here to ramble about my kieran hcs. these r all my personal ones. i hope u enjoy :3

i am not gonna he/him this guy for the whole post so first things first to get it out of the way: i think shes trans!! yeah i think shes a trans woman who just hasnt realized yet. a long life of hardship has left her in a perpetual state of "im probably actually a woman but im going through life ruining trauma so i cant deal with that rn"

therefore....... i think her spending more time with the women is to be one of the girls. its the closest shes gotten, im sure, im sure its probably the first time shes even properly been around women, socially, in years, even.

i like to think her and bill eventually start warming up to each other. a shared history in the army makes her sympathetic towards him, to a degree. i can imagine her listening to him pour his heart and soul out about dutch and feel a little bad for him. especially the closer she gets to the ladies, the more of a safe space she has away from bill, should she desire. it works out.

before the vdl gang very rudely starved her, she was actually a little thick around the middle. in aus where shes allowed to eat reguluarly for a good while, i think she needs to fill back out

i think shes flat out lying about how significant her role with the o'driscolls was. i think she was actually pretty notable in the gang, maybe even being close to colm. other posts have explained this much better than i could dream to.

i also think she doesnt exactly hate outlaw life!! people often forget thst her time in the army "didnt end well," and that after the army she joined another gang that later abandoned her. she seems to lean towards gang life, as well as horse management. interesting!

while she actively pursues mary-beth for the most part, i think she has crushes on most of the other ladies. i think she'd even admit grimshaw is mighty pretty for her age, and that she'd be fooled to find out grimshaw was as old as she was.

very inexperienced with dating. just has never really been around women much, as i ssid before.

i think she has a bitter crush on arthur. gets all huffy about finding him handsome. maybe has asked him for a dance while drunk once. i like to think he obliged her but realistically i doubt it

i think "fishing" is moreso just an excuse to look out at nature and enjoy it, as well as an excuse to ride around on branwen, though dont get me wrong, i still think its one of the few connections she has left with her father.

i think in an ideal world sean would be her outlet to have the childhood she never quite got. based on their campfire interactions, despite the violence, they seem to think not poorly of each other. irish immigrants 🤝

i think shes a bit more cruel and tricksy than people give her credit for, but i dont think shes a horrible person or anything. shes done bad bad things. she doesnt feel good about much of it i imagine. i think her phrasing of "the o'driscolls gave me a choice: ride with them or die" as more along the lines of how the vdl gang members view dutch as having saved their life yknow. kiersn only went to the o'driscolls for food and safety to survive, otherwise she might not have had any.

i think she would tbh respect pearson!! she isnt sick of his navy stories like the rest of the vdl gang is, and the navy is highly respected amongst the rest of the military. i think she would humor him a little. plus, he feeds her. a+ in kierans book.