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No please elaborate on how much you've been yearning for Kaito Kid for more than eight years
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chesirecatsmile · 3 days
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could u write maxiel getting matching tattoos plssss
it’s 2am after their first las vegas grand prix when daniel meets him at the hotel lobby. he’s holding two bottles of beer, and they are cold when he presses them on max’s naked arm.
“oi,” he says, laughing loudly and pushing max a bit with the bottle until he steps over his feet and tries to stay up as much as his champagne fuzzed brain allows him to.
“fuck off,” max says, snatching the bottle and pressing it on daniel’s cheek, “let’s get out of here.”
they have this thing, after races. ever since the red bull days, whoever finishes behind in the race has to buy the other a beer.
daniel has bought max a lot of beers these last few years.
and so here they are. almost 8 years later and daniel is bringing max a beer and smiling at him.
“you wanna… go to my room?”
that’s another thing they do, ever since the red bull days. daniel will look at him with shiny eyes and a big grin and ask max if he wants to go to bed with him. and max will say yes sometimes and some other times he will say no, if he’s not in the mood or he’s got someone else to fuck.
but not today, “lead the way.”
the sex is good. but the sex is always good with daniel. max lets him fuck him like no one else has before, dirty and raw and all over the room.
they lay in bed afterwards and hold each other and pretend it doesn't mean anything when they both know it does.
max is tracing his fingers on ink, carefully following a wing on a butterfly and then a petal on a flower. daniel makes a noise and closes his eyes, ignoring him completely.
“how many do you have?” he speaks into the quiet of the room.
“tattoos?” daniel says in that soft accent that max likes so much, “i have no idea.”
max hums and continues his tracing, moving on to an envelope and pusing higher and higher until his hand is resting on daniel’s ass and squeezing.
“you like them?” daniel says, kissing max’s chest and leaving small bites on his pecks, smiling when max gasps softy.
max nods and when daniel opens his eyes, he’s is looking at him back. his eyelids droppy from what max can tell is a pleasant buzz in his belly.
his lashes are so long and they are so close max can count every single freckle on his nose. so he does, 1, 2, 3, 4…. he counts freckles to distract himself from the feeling of alcohol in his system and the need to run away that’s always on the back of his mind.
“we should-” daniel starts.
“get a tattoo,” max blurts out for no reason.
daniel leans back and stars at max, his eyebrows furrow for a second before they raise in amusement. “and what would we be getting, maxy?”
max feels his heart beat hard in his chest. he can’t really back out now. he’s never liked the idea of tattoos, until daniel, that is.
daniel, with his intricate patters on his thigh, the way he will tell you what each of them means as he lets your fingers trace them. daniel, who gets hard and lets you suck his dick if you say his tattoos are hot.
the idea of having something related to daniel on his body forever is definitely something he can get behind. he just can’t believe he’s okay with it after never thinking about tattoos in his life, and that daniel has no questions or doubts and is immediately asking what they should get.
“i-” max licks his lips and thinks, for a good minute, “our race numbers?”
“thirteen?” daniel smax and lets himself fall back on the pillows, smile widening, “come kiss me.”
“i meant three hundred thirty three.” max says and slides closer, his thigh on top of daniel’s their crotches pressing together.”
“i know, i just like the way you say three.” daniel kisses him, bites his bottom lip and doesn't let him protest. max pillows his elbows on each side of daniel’s head, throws his leg all the way over and straddles him.
“hey,” daniel says, starting up at him with interested eyes, “what are you up to?”
max shifts his weight and doesn’t say anything, just stares at daniel for a long minute. “would you…”
“what?" daniel’s hands findmax’s ass and he squeezes, his voice getting lower, “you want to go again?”
max lets out a breath, and daniel’s mouth quirks up at the corner, “just say what you want.”
“sit on your face,” max whispers. his eyes slam closed, afraid to see what comes next, but daniel just rubs his palms against the soft skin of max’s upper thighs.
“come here,” daniel says with an exhale, letting max shuffle up until his thighs are on either side of daniel’s grinning face.
daniel reaches around, pulling max down by the meat of his ass, and then he's lifting his head so that he can drag his tongue up, coming to press against his hole.
it feels so good and max settles himself down more firmly, hips straining back into the slickness of daniel’s tongue. he’s sloppy about it, spit already dripping everywhere, making max groan and roll his eyes.
his hands come up, roughly spreading max’s ass open so that he can lick him more firmly, and he moans loudly, embarrassingly. it feels like it's punched out of him, and daniel chuckles softly against him before withdrawing, one finger slipping to the side and sinking into max to replace his tongue.
"you like that?" he asks. "you like me getting you all wet, baby?”
max doesn't respond, just arches his back and pushes his ass out, silently begging. the message seems to come across loud and clear, because then daniel’s tongue is back, lapping at him like he can't bear the thought of another moment passing in which he isn't doing just this. he thrusts his finger roughly inside of max, opening him up and demanding that he make space for him inside, and when his body has given in to that demand, daniel just adds another.
it has max's knees shaking even as he grinds back, desperate to get more of anything, the hard press of daniel’s fingers inside of him or the slick interruption of his tongue between them. but then daniel’s wandering, his tongue flicking down over max' balls, sucking lightly until max keens and shifts further back to daniel’s shoulders.
he feels daniel smile before he brushes his lips over max’s dick softly before taking it in his mouth, sucking it down until max cries out, hips jerking forward.
daniel’s mouth is so hot and wet around him; max can feel the soft ridge of his teeth against the head, and then daniel clenches his fingers on the meat of his ass as he lets max thrust in his mouth over and over.
the sensation is so good, so perfect, that max plants his hands on the mattress above daniel’s head, giving himself better leverage to roll his hips into his mouth. he tilts his head down so he can watch his dick sliding out and then back in, daniel’s lips stretched obscenely around him, his eyes half-lidded in concentration.
maybe he could do this faster, harder, fuck daniel’s mouth like he really wants to, but he loves the view far too much. loves letting daniel have control.
when he starts getting closer, panting softly, max sits back up. daniel’s fingers stir inside of him again, rubbing against his prostate and sucking on him harder now, and max's hands reach down, one cupping daniel’s face, the other carding roughly through his hair. he wishes he could do this all the time, not only after a beer and a race.
but the thought that he might never have this again makes it hotter, better. he feels overloaded and shaky, and daniel only rubs harder inside of him until he tugs frantically at his hair, trying to get him to draw back.
"please," he begs. "i’m gonna-"
daniel just sucks more firmly, fingers crooking inside of max, and with a long moan. max is coming down his throat, long pulses forcing his body into shivers. his fingers fist tight in daniel’s hair as he thrusts slowly against his tongue, determined to get every last drop of come down daniel’s throat.
when it becomes too much, he shifts back, hurriedly pulling off daniel like he’s hurting him. he crawls off of daniel, laying down in silence, and daniel curls around him, nosing gently at his neck.
"we need to get a tattoo," daniel says against max’s ear. "three hundred thirty three.”
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boneywones · 2 days
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haha reminder that buu (aka buubblecorn on probably nearly every platform known to man) is a shotacon, lolicon, proshipper freakazoid that doesnt deserve a platform and followers!!!!!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
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nerdpoe · 2 months
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The Justice League finds out about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and Batman is the driving force behind condemning them. He even goes so far as to summon popular ghost hero Phantom for advice, given that his son, Red Hood, would absolutely fall under those Acts. Phantom...tells him he's wrong.
Red Hood is 100%, completely and totally alive. Same soul, same body, sort of the same person. Only 'sort of' because people change as they grow, so obviously he isn't going to be the same person he was when he was fifteen.
There's not a trace of ecto in him, or in any of the Bats. None of them are even liminal.
Batman asks if he's sure. If he's really, really sure. Because ghosts run on emotions, and Red Hood came back extremely violent and irrational.
"Well yeah, of course he did," Phantom deadpans, and Batman suddenly feels very, very small under that glare. "He was murdered, unavenged, told that there was no way he was the same person when he came back pissed, and had his words as a victim ignored. I'd get violent too. Look, I gotta go, but thanks for getting the Acts removed."
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naamah-beherit · 10 months
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I'm begging y'all, put at least minimum care into how you present your fics to the public.
"idk man you name it im tired" as a title tells me you didn't care.
"This is STUPID" in the tags. Okay, I won't read it then.
"I don't know how to do tags" tells me you didn't bother taking one look at any page in the archive to see how others tag and use it as reference. Or, you know, you could have asked, too.
"idk if this is trash, bc I worte this in the middle of the night bc idrk" in the summary doesn't really encourage me to open the story.
3 lines of tags on a 4k monitor, none of which are actual searchable tags but a stream of consciousness about the author's sleeping habits and music preferences, tell me you don't know what your story is about if you can't give us 2-4 main tropes and themes. Also, this isn't tumblr, come on mate.
"I hate myself for this fic" okay? Why did you write it then if it brought you discomfort? Moreover, why did you post it???
"Why Did I Write This?" well, hobbies are about joy and fun, if writing doesn't make you happy then maybe it's time to look for something else to do in your free time? No point in making yourself miserable.
"The Author Regrets Everything" paired with more self-deprecating tags suggest I better not bother opening the fic because it clearly made the author miserable and why would I be miserable as well?
"killing myself rn" please get help.
0 additional tags is better than that. Writing and sharing fics should be an act of care, not anguish.
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a self-esteem guidebook: learning to embrace your imperfect self (1992) - kenneth a. beavers
"exploding you with my mind"
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nomohmoss · 11 months
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getting ready ✨🍀❄️✨
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woolysstuff · 6 months
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I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM
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Evil!Sun my beloved (Edit// This Evil!Sun is from TSAMS and is not an AU of mine guys)
Bonus doodle
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oakbuggy · 6 months
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i finally fucking drew him
this game is not a want ITS A NEED AND I NEED IT BAD
i may as well put in my twit, just wanna slowly get on it
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feluka · 6 months
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please make palestine impossible to ignore. bring it up whenever and wherever. talk to everyone you know.
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markscherz · 16 days
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You are everything I aspire to be
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If parenting has taught me anything, it is the importance of getting down on your hands and knees and teaching not just facts, but love and enthusiasm for the natural world.
This is my son Q and me. I have dozens of photos like this by now, even though he is just two years old.
Every chance I get, I will kneel down with him and show him the little creatures all around us. Especially when they are frogs. He loves frogs for some reason. No idea why.
It is important that we all see this together. It is beautiful. It is magnificent. We are here. It is improbable to the highest degree. It is fleeting, but it is everything we get. And we can get so, so much of it. If we just get our faces into it and really absorb it.
So that's what l'm trying to do here, I guess. Get all of you to join me in the reeds. And I am so happy to have so many of you along for the journey.
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illusory-scripted · 8 months
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toxic yuri? shotgunshipping. doomed yaoi? chainshipping. toxic yaoi? are you kidding? its coffinshipping. but where is doomed yuri? where is it you may ask? you fool. its john kramer and jill tuck
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shoganaiiii · 2 months
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human al
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corruptionprincess · 1 month
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i would honestly rather watch shane and ryan filming powerpoints in a basement with one camera angle and overhead lighting before paying for a whole streaming service
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When people talk about Dabi and Tomura it's so funny because Dabi as a kid didn't follow orders from his role model (Endeavor) and he refused to follow orders from AFO most of the time, but he would stick to Tomura's silly plans and he'd wait for his permission and he'd go back when called.
Dabi would tell Tomura "I don't follow orders from you" and he would still stand right there waiting for an answer.
Dabi would tell AFO or Enji "I don't follow orders from you" and he would be already moving away without caring about their response.
I'm not saying they are best friends, but c'mon. The authority figure that Dabi respected the most was Tomura. Isn't that something?
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heavenlyhischier · 2 months
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Luke’s first intermission interview!
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