#yes i love them

[ririrules60]

SHABAM utmv jumpscare

[bbaycon]

In america, I found that some people called them chocolate croissants

They are not french enough if there never had been the pain au chocolat controversy THERE

Plus lil doodle

[tea-blankets-andstars]

(im so sick right now and my brain is working in funny ways)

hear me out...

so we have rosekiller and bartylus and sunkiller and bitchkiller but what if we shipped remus and barty?

ok so remus is the loser wearwolf anger issue book worm and barty is the crazy bipolar murder chaotic energy

like they are just so chaotic to me because barty is just like "mooooony.." and remus is just shutting his book angrily like "what did you do this time"

and i feel like barty would be so on board with the whole wearwolf thing. remus would try to hide it from him but barty would figure it out because he was curious and decided to follow remus into the shrieking shack. barty later became an animagus (a raccoon obvi) and remus is just like "you did that in a WEEK? HOW?!?" barty is just laughing because "my boyfriend is so cute when he is angry" (and barty is a genius so he could do it so quickly) 

i just love it so much 😁

their ship name is bloodmoon

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Day 7 : Eyes

I promise I do love and ship these two, but yes I first time I draw them together is the one kills the other off screen. Next question

Prompt List by Jamiedraws on Instagram

[allmightyscroll-swag]

THREE POSTS ABOUT THIS AU IN A WEEK IM ON FIRE BABY.... OR JUST IN THE HYPERFIXATION MOTIVATION PITS.... Could be both, tbh (also all posts in this au are in my pinned post now! Fun)

Possessions are more common in the fuck around and find out au :))

At least Cyn can talk to her big brother now!

This came to me in a fit of inspiration guys

BONUS DOODLES + full comic page below, some drawings old some new.

all can very much can be read as canon to the au (except the solver Uzi thing which definitely happened. Uzi gets possessed more than once)

Also you can see some of my first drawings of V I ever made,, eh whatever

[sonikkublue]

been brain rotting abt these 2

[waitingtobebroken]

Yet another POV Outsider fic from yours truly!

A Newsworthy Affair (T, 1K)

Summary:

Anthony J. Crowley would like to publicly apologise for his actions. Or, a story told through a personal announcement in the newspaper, and its many clarifications, corrections and one notable retraction. 

Excerpt:

Personal Announcements, The Daily Mail 20/02/2024 Anthony J. Crowley would like to formally apologise for the grave slight he has caused his husband, A. Z. Fell, with his actions. What he has done is truly unforgivable and wretched. He has no excuses. He has considered the facts endlessly and he is ready to do anything his partner might deem necessary to amend the situation. While he does accept that his misconduct has made the love of his life suffer greatly, he wishes to point out it has now been one day since he last saw his husband and he would like to be permitted back into his own home. The plants need watering. Personal Announcements, The Daily Mail 20/02/2024 Clarification: The Daily Mail has recently published a personal announcement by one Anthony J. Crowley. It bears clarification that while the person in question has indeed apologised for his behaviour, that does not change what has been done. A. Z. Fell remains suffering from this grave injustice and does not wish to discuss the matter any further until the situation has been rectified. The plants have been watered and have also been joyously reminded how beautiful they are.

[rugbuggk]

I love love love love LOOOVE ALUTEGRA no you don’t like it more than me it’s literally my favorite ship wdym they’re not meant for each other THEY ARE LITERALLY MARRIED

[spookythesillyfella]

imagine being made out of scraps and leftovers and being made to power an entire facility while you're still very unstable and not fully built while your brother is like a technological genius and gets praised for everything he does . even if itz insignificant and small

[where-is-vivian]

[the language he speaks is money pt.2]

Lily, with a pile of expensive books in front of her, scratching her cheek, thinking and calculating which ones she should pick to be able to pay and stay in her budget:

James, going to Regulus who's also picking books mindlessly, pointing at Lily: She's doing what I think?

Regulus, looking up at her, blinking: Oh.

James: She is, right?

Regulus: I think she is.

James, taking Regulus by the sleeve to walk to Lily: Ain't no way... Lily, dear, what are you doing?

Lily, looking up in turn: Hm? Picking the books I'm going to buy.

James, putting his hands on her cheeks, tutting: No no no, you're not picking. I'll buy the rest.

Regulus, taking him by the waist and moving him to the side: No, I'll pay.

Lily, shaking her head: You two are not thinking correctly. I am paying my stuff.

Regulus, chuckling, and kissing her cheek: No you're not.

James, already grabbing the heavy pile of books: Let's go.

Lily: James, put this down right now.

Regulus, one hand in front of his mouth, mocking him: She James-ed you. 'Wouldn't have liked that.

James, rolling his eyes:

Lily: You're no better, Regulus. You two don't understand the value of money.

James: Money is meant to be spent.

Regulus: I agree.

Lily, rolling her eyes:

James, keeping the books away from Regulus' hands: I'll pay this time.

Regulus, crossing his arms: Certainly not. Let me spoil her.

James: Let me spoil you both. You two look so cute when you read together on the couch.

[communitypoolswimlessons]

oh my god hannibal fans let me hook you up with the best music ever

i'm sure at this point we're all aware of The Amazing Devil (and yesssss it fits the show so well) BUT IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF THESE GUYS PLEASE ALLOW ME THE PLEASURE OF INTRODUCING YOU TO:

*drum roll please*

The Last Dinner Party

(their song "Nothing Matters" has blown up I know this so they may be on your radar already but I am begging you to go check them out)

[mcl4r3n]

Enchante

Tags: dando, pre-slash, yes this is based on the fact that we saw Danny and Lando sitting together while Lando wore Echante merch!!!!

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"It looks good on you," Daniel says, leaning in closer when Lando pulls the yellow shirt over his shoulders and buttons it up.

Lando can't see himself just yet. They're sitting on the ledge with the waves crashing behind them and the music blaring around them, but he'll take Daniel's word for it.

"You really didn't have to, mate," Lando replies, feeling the material over his arm. It's breezy, comfortable. He's gonna ask Danny later who his supplier is because this shirt is top-notch. "I could have just ordered it myself."

Daniel laughs, knocks his shoulder into Lando's. "Can't. It's sold out already."

Lando rolls his eyes, unsurprised. "Of course, hot shot fashion man."

"You know how it is, baby," Daniel says. He spreads his arms out and winks at Lando like the obnoxious shit that he is, but Lando basks in that anyway. It's been so long since he and Daniel have had a chance to just relax and catch up, especially while Lando isn't mired in misery.

Daniel's the one to bring it up, of course, congratulating him on P9 from yesterday.

Lando shrugs one shoulder. "Eh. It's better than nothing."

Daniel leans in again, and his lips almost brush Lando's ear when he says, "You and I both know that you worked a miracle out there yesterday."

Lando tries not to fixate on the hint of touch on the shell of his ear. He'll combust otherwise.

"Mate, when the rain came, I thought I was done for. Someone interviewed me yesterday and asked if I could describe it and—"

"No one else gets it," Daniel finishes for him. "Monaco's hell on a good day. Rain in the mix? That coulda gone sideways every other second."

Lando nods, takes a sip from his virgin piña colada. That's what Lando's always appreciated about making friends on the grid, and about finally becoming good mates with Daniel. No one else gets it unless they've been in a car themselves.

It's taken a while for Lando to finally relax around Daniel. There was a period there where he used to quietly blame himself for Daniel's misery, and tried to avoid him because he thought that giving Daniel space was what he needed to do.

But evidently that didn't fly with Daniel, especially not on this weekend when there were good results for Red Bull and McLaren all around, and they were on familiar ground. They were in Monaco. They were home.

Lando couldn't avoid Daniel forever, and when Daniel invited him to meet him and Scotty at the beach club, it was impossible to turn him down.

And now he's here, sitting next to Daniel, pressed up against his thigh, pretty much, wearing Daniel's shirt that he took off after Lando complimented him on it.

"You look really happy, DR," Lando hazards to say. He tries his best to keep his eyes on Daniel, tiny, foolish crush on him be damned, and Daniel smiles so radiantly that Lando kind of wishes he hadn't said anything.

"I am," Daniel replies. "Didn't know how much my fucking back needed a break until I took one, y'know?" He laughs again, tips back his fruity cocktail and smacks his lips.

"But you'll be back, right?"

Lando hates the way his voice sounds small when he asks the question. He's seen all the interviews. He knows the chatter that goes on in the paddock whenever Daniel says something that alludes to coming back next year, but he needs to hear it for himself. He needs the reassurance that one of his favorite people on earth is gonna be on the grid again.

"I miss it, mate," Daniel says, and then smacks Lando's knee with his hand. "I miss you! So, yeah, I'm workin' on it."

"Next year?"

The hope in his voice is evident, but Daniel's PR training seems to be kicking into high gear right now. It's a little disappointing, but it's also expected.

"How red do you think Zak's face would be if that news dropped right now, eh?" Daniel laughs again, but then he sobers up, schools his expression into something more serious. "Nothing's set in stone but. . . I do wanna be back. Hopefully next year." Daniel flexes a bicep that shows when his shirt sleeve rides up, tattoos bulging out in the movement. "Ain't done just yet."

Lando takes it. He'll take anything. "Good, so I can race your ass again."

It's an easy trap he laid for himself, not having to say out loud what they both already know, that there is something inherently wrong with the concept of the McLaren, but Daniel, bless him, does not settle for cruelty.

Instead he says, "Yeah, you gotta make it worth being back on the grid for me," and clinks his drink against the last of Lando's.

They lapse into quiet, comfortable silence again, broken only when Scotty turns his phone camera to them and yells for them to pose for a photo.

Daniel's arm goes around Lando's shoulders, and drapes over his chest to hold him close. Lando's hand instinctually goes for his hairy forearm, like he's bracing him there, holding on, refusing to let go.

That is, after all, what Lando intends to do with Daniel. Hold on. Refuse to let go.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

So I haven't been able to write lately, but these are some of my Curtis and Honey thoughts today-

Honey coming over dressed up in a sundress Curtis bought her in Florida and catching him all sweaty and dirty while working on his car

Everyone files to the backyard where the cookout is about to happen

Curtis is about to go change and clean up real quick but Honey is like wait a sec

Double checking they are alone, she pushes him against the door leading out back, basically using him as a barricade to keep anyone barging in.

Dropping to her knees while undoing his belt so quick that Curtis is still trying to catch up when she kisses over his belly and down till she can wrap her mouth on him

And the goal is quick and dirty so he takes right over.and fucks her mouth hard.

He knows his girl wants him to take over and get off before they are interrupted.

Which almost happens when Claude jingles the handle.

Curtis very firmly saying she needs to get lost.

Honey pulling off after finishing and smirks at his snappy reaction.

Later after she rejoins the group outside and Curtis actually cleaned up

He's teasing her with light touches on the.back of her neck, kisses and wandering hands disguised as hugs will she's squirming.

When it's dark outside, he sneaks her to the back of the large tree that has the treehouse and pins her between him, getting in his own quickie with her.

They muffle each other giggling, finishing her with asking him if he takes all the girls to the treehouse

And he claims she's the first one since his first kiss with his neighbor when he was nine.

[sevenseasaurus]

sorry can't talk right now currently watching my 12yo neighbors film themselves larping as wolves on their front lawn

[edeltsyn]

A Summer Afternoon

"This way, Professor," says Dimitri.

He endeavors to project the same sort of serene confidence his classmates have come to expect of him in times of calmness and crisis alike. His palms are a tad sweaty underneath his gauntlets, and his heart is pounding, but no one shall ever know that; and, hopefully, he sounds like he knows what he's doing.

The grass crunches and rustles under Professor Byleth's boots as she strides along behind him.

Is she annoyed that she's currently stranded out here with him? Is she wondering how long it'll take them to find their way back to the monastery? Or is she, like him, absurdly hoping this moment would last all day?

He dares not ask. He never would; he'd sooner die.

Yet again, his mind drifts to the warmth and smallness of her hand clasped in his.

Once more, his heart stumbles. Once more, he feels just a little bit breathless.

He hates himself for shamelessly exploiting this opportunity to touch her. Still, he can't bring himself to let go of her.

Unless… Can it be that she finds this a tad uncomfortable?

At that, he glances back at her. Professor happens to be gazing intently at him. She's…

Smiling?

"You seem happy," she says. An unexpected act of speech from her! She hasn't spoken once in the past half hour.

Dimitri finds himself uttering an explosive, mortifying giggle.

"Er… I am?" he asks, rather stupidly. "I mean — yes! I suppose that's true. Despite our circumstances, it's a rather nice chance of pace, being able to — uh…. Take in the silence and peace of the forest in each other's company like this! Don't you feel that way, Professor?"

He is the most perverse liar in all of Fódlan. He hasn't paid a single thought to the shrubbery around them, not for one fraction of a split second.

She's the only thing he can seem to think of these days. He wonders about her, fusses about her — he daydreams endlessly about asking her questions, about her past, her present, her hopes for the future. He wonders if she has thought about him lately.

For the first time in years, thoughts of revenge seem so remote and uninteresting… so distant from the forefront of his mind, somehow. It's uncanny and strange, and frightening. And it is… dare he say it? An almost welcome change.

Professor Byleth says nothing. But she's smiling still.

That smile.

He tears his gaze away from hers. He must, lest she see the surge of heat rushing to his face.

"What have I done," Dimitri mumbles, "to deserve such an honor as this? Seeing you beam at me like that, Professor, I can't help but wish we'd find ourselves stranded in the wilderness every other day."

This earns him a quiet chuckle from her.

His heart flutters.

For the first time today, he notices that the sun has a rather pretty way of filtering through the treetops in this area of the woods. Soft, playful, almost whimsical.

For the first time in so long, everything around him seems mysterious and wild. So blessed with warmth and light and a gentle southern breeze — so green, old and mossy, and yet so tenderly new all at once! So... alive.

A summer afternoon, like any other.

Yet he so fervently prays that he may never forget it.

[jammysheadspace]

AHOY. HEARD YA LIKE KAIJU PARADISE, POKEMON, AND OBJECT SHOWS TOO. >:]

AHOY!! YES I INFACT DO, I LOVE EM ALL WITH EVERY FIBRE OF MY BEING