#fuck it yolo

[taylor-on-your-dash]

i don't know how to explain it but ivy sounds so gay. it's just so, so gay

#taylor swift #ivy #evermore #can i tag this as 'gaylor' even if technically i'm not one? #fuck it yolo #gaylor #gaylor swift

[ch0kehold-ch3rry-pyth0n]

Blue and I

Blue has never been my color.

I have always favored red.

To my clothes, my fruits, my flowers,

they all had that red that stood out from any other.

Red has always been the one that caught my attention wherever I went.

I associate red with passion, The kind that burns ever so brightly.

These rubies around my neck show this self expression that I dream to hone nightly.

The red that courses through my very veins, my guts I spill when taken for granted.

The red that stains my carpets like a slaughtered pomegranate.

That sweet pigment that adorns my clothes, my heart, my eternally empty soul.

What other color could possibly bring life back to the things that all feel cold?

Blue, the color of sorrows.

Our very atmosphere,

The shade that reflects in our oceans.

I would've never bat an eye

If this pigment tried to challenge my everlasting, wholehearted notions.

When I look at you,

What an unexpected feeling I hone.

Red is nowhere close to blue,

So there he sits alone.

But the difference I see, while vibrant and true,

Somehow, solace still brings me back to you.

One would call me a kindred spirit

With a curse that's in my hair.

While red shows up in small bits,

I find that blue shows up everywhere.

What I had never been looking for before,

Now apparent even when out of my sight.

And I find fright, in new heights,

Shaken to my very core.

Blue wouldn't have approached me before,

While scared and burrowed in the sand,

I somehow find you, stubbornly seeking more.

Blue skies darken with orange and reddish hues,

As blue and I sit together at last,

I feel scared of something new.

Your blue is different from what the eye can tell,

A simmering stove top bites,

Yet we get along quite well.

You're the color of woe,

from head to toe,

Yet you're calming relief I sigh.

Tell me, what's a scorching summer

To a flame that never dies?

As I sit within the boat,

Sailing through these foggy hues,

Looking back out into the deadly waters

Brings me back to black and blues.

Blue and I aren't much different, as I consider their allure.

That’s when blue made red realize,

“I have never felt seen before.”

Oh, What a scene, to feel seen.

As blue now knows this shell of mine.

I find that, no, blue is not my color.

But purple works just fine.

~

Hi this is cringe but I said I'd post the next simp ass poem I write so here it is.

Press me on who or what this is about and I'll make your nervous system collapse via sheer fucking willpower.

#poetry with spirit #spirit rambles #if you think this is about you no it isn't #I know the person in question is going to see this #not gonna stop me from avoiding it to all hell #getting sent to the underworld with this one boys #fuck it yolo #spirit is going to regret this later #this is so going to bite me in the ass #please don't put me on the spot plsplsplsplspls #gonna die now okaythxbyeeeeee #ooc// yes op actually wrote a genuine poem just for a cheesy gag. what do you take me for?

[strawberry--boi]

I have the sudden primal urge to make an among us fanfic and I think this is the most appalling thing my brain had told me to make

I don’t even play among us anymore—I touched it like 3 years ago :(

#strawberry boi #strawberry rambles #hehe #what is wrong with me #among us #among us fanfic #fuck it yolo #fanfic #quotev #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing

[oxxyyinmyveinss]

sippimn off da leaaaan <(^◡^ )>

#but i got classes tmrw #fuck it yolo

[buckttommy]

ok but buck fawning over tommy’s chin, kissing it and complimenting him on it every chance he gets bc he just finds it so cute 😔

i know this is not technically what you asked for, but. well.

"you like... my chin."

there's absolutely no reason for tommy to look as skeptical as he does, if buck is being honest. tommy's face is gorgeous in an old hollywood way. not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, and subsequently perfect because of it.

"well." buck reaches for tommy's smoothie and takes a sip. raspberry vanilla. buck's favorite. god, he wants to marry this man so badly some day. "i mean. the rest of your face has a lot going for it too, but. yeah. it's interesting. it makes your face nice to look at."

he watches tommy's face go from amused to straight up joyful, watches the column of his throat as he tips his head back and he laughs out loud, cheeks flushing pink, and god if that isn't the most beautiful sound buck has ever heard? made even more beautiful because buck knows how hard he had to work for his joy, his ease as he moves through life. tommy kinard is a weightless being and it shows in the way he navigates the world, deliberate in his intention to experience everything about life to its absolute fullest.

it's unfair.

it's unfair for one man to be this handsome.

moments like these, he wants to look around, see if anyone else in the cafe is as aware of tommy's beauty as he is but he always decides against it. number one, he already knows from experience that no one is actually looking at him, at them, and, number two, even if they were, it wouldn't matter. he's all buck's anyway.

tommy shakes his head, laughter quieting. "you're ridiculous. of all the things to lust over."

"oh, okay, laugh it up."

but tommy's eyes are soft and fond, despite the teasing. or, okay, maybe partly because of it. buck's boyfriend is a bit of an asshole, after all, but that's okay. he'll happily be the butt of every single joke if only tommy would keep looking at him like that, keep smiling at him like he's the answer to every question he's ever had.

tommy leans across the table into his space, voice lowering like they're the only two people in the world. he hums, eyes searching buck's face, and leans in, pressing a gentle, brief kiss to his lips.

"god, i love you."

buck's voice goes breathy like it's the first time he's ever heard it. "yeah?"

"mmm," tommy hums again. "i love you, you beautiful..." kiss. "...ridiculous..." kiss... "...hilarious..." kiss. "...kind of odd..." kiss. "deeply intelligent..." kiss. "...overwhelmingly sweet man."

he finishes with one last kiss to buck's mouth, and buck has honest to god butterflies in his stomach when tommy pulls away and sits back in his seat. eight months in and being kissed by him still feels the same as it did the first time—still feels warm, and safe, and beautiful, and loving, and... how did this happen?

how did buck become the guy who gets butterflies in his stomach over a kiss?

"uh." he blinks a couple times to clear his head, to focus his thinking. not like it works, not when tommy is looking at him like he hung all the damn stars in the sky. buck clears his throat. "well. yeah." a beat. "but i'm your idiot."

and it's so cheesy. if given the opportunity, buck probably could have thought of a million different sweet and sexy things to say, but, at the end of the day, it's true. he's tommy's in the same way tommy is his.

tommy rolls his eyes, but he's smiling, his nose scrunching up even as he takes his drink back. he takes a sip from his straw without blinking, swallows the rest of the thing down like he didn't order it specifically because he knows buck likes to steal his drink, and. god. buck is so in love it fucking hurts.

tommy reaches across the table and takes his hand, the last traces of humor smoothed away and replaced with nothing but aching sincerity. "yeah," he says softly. "yeah. you're my idiot."

#hey guys not to be dramatic but i'm fucking losing it a little bit #they are sooooooooo *screams into hands* #anyways #jack answers mail #tv: 911 #bucktommy #my fic #hmm. do i like this? i don't know. but it exists so! whatever! yolo girls! yolo!

[canonkiller]

or, stop apologizing for feeling emotions about something having a character you think about is not a mortal sin (mobile version rough draft)

#rough draft because its 2am and my eyes aren't working but people keep saying sorry in the tags and its like for what!! #why apologize for caring about something!! i love hearing sbout shit i dont know about #i love knowing my art reached you in an unexpected way and maybe you wouldn't have thought about it otherwise #you do not have to self condemn in order to feel joy. not in this fucking house. do you hear me #yolo so live deliciously have joy without shame have passion without regret have indulgence without doubt. i love you #i love you!!!!

[ceruleancattail]

People who wear heels, I am bowing to you guys.

Like wtf are your legs made out of??? Steel????

IT’S BEEN A DAY AND MY FEET ARE ACHING LIKE NO TOMORROW-

#the mage’s hat 🎩 #maybe it’s because I don’t wear heels often #it’s like my second time #like heels make me feel tall! and I like that cockiness #but like good lord the shit my legs are going through right not aint it #Vil teach me your god damn ways I’m a bloody baby giraffe #fresh out of the womb #learning how tf to walk #anyways fuck gender norms I look cute yolo

[hilacopter]

Israeli leftists have done more for Palestine than you westerners ever could by putting a little flag in your bio and retweeting shallow statements from the safety of your countries.

We have been calling out our government time and time again, only to get shut down. We have been protesting against Netanyahu for literal months now, and I want you all to know pretty much no one here, including non-leftists, likes or agrees with him. We have been making efforts and creating organisations so that Israel and Palestine can coexist in peace, to end this brutal cycle of death and pain. There are even antizionists here! And what do we get in return?

You call our mourning propaganda. You cheer on a terrorist organisation which, by the way, would also want you dead. You tell us that we deserve it, to "go back where we came from" (no, I don't have a fucking second passport and a summer home in Europe waiting for me. I was born and raised here and I'm not even an adult yet dammit.). That it's our fault this is happening, simply because we made the very calculated and strategic mistake of being Israeli.

A few months ago we were praised for being "the good ones", a shining example of how Israelis want a free Palestine too! Yet now we're all being grouped in, our country as a whole being seen as only filthy colonizers who deserve to die.

You people piss me the fuck off.

#not that the others deserve to die even. the right is a fucking plague but do they deserve this? no! #I'll probably get death threats for this but yolo #ישראבלר #ישראלבלר #israel #i/p

[nickieafterdark]

Just out here living my best life.

Who wants to help me with my food garden goals?

Send tips/contributions to [email protected]

#living my best life #send tips #+18 or +adult only #onlyfansbabe #sexy content #so fuckable #very fuckable #18+ content #onlyf@nz #pretty face #pretty eyes #hot as fuck #chillin #yolo

[bibastibootz]

1x06: Jamie opening up about acting all tough so his father wouldn't call him "soft" again 🤝 3x09: Jamie happily says he's flattered that his teammates think he might be gay

#I just looked up the word “bi-coded” in the dictionary and found a picture of Jamie next to it #the new ep just reminded me of Jamie's growth (1x1!Jamie would have been scared to say that gay rumors flatter him) #so anyway he's bi! #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso tv #I only read 20 pages for my MA today because all I was thinking about was this fucking show 🫣 haha yolo #mehl stuff

[forlorn-crows]

its time!

 For my fellow Mount lover, In what i've named “The Spreader Bar Chronicles”  I'm tasking you with, soft, sweet Mounty. Praising, worshiping, *loving* Shy Aether. Im going to be just a little picky about this, you dont have to use the exact line but something abouts “you take care of everyone so well, let me take care of *you* for once” very centered around aether just relaxing, letting go, not having to work for his enjoyment. The spreader bar, not to be a punishment, or restriction, but cautionary, so mount has all the room in the world to work. To leave Aether exposed, vulnerable. Naked But Safe. 

I am so very excited to see what comes of this, kiss kiss<3

uhh aether def starts out shy but i think he got a lil too horny in there. but he's being reallllyyy good for his mountain, dont worry.

trans aether this time. bc we all know how i feel about his short fat [redacted]

Aether digs his fingers into Mountain's thigh, gripping a little tighter as the earth ghoul's lithe fingers dip into his wet folds. Touching just for the sake of touching, indulging in the little whines he receives when the pads of the digits skim over Aether's fat length. 

"How's that?" Mountain asks softly, pressing a kiss to the quintessence ghoul's temple. 

He bites his lip, gives a short nod of the head. His legs twitch against the spreader bar at his ankles. It took a little coaxing to get Aether to let him tighten the leather straps there, situate the connected wooden bar so that his legs stayed spread, open. Vulnerable, Aether had said. But really, it's encouragement to relax, to take all that Mountain will lovingly give.

"You're so shy like this. It's alright, you know, to want to be taken care of." Mountain's fingers close around his clit and offer short, slow strokes. Indulgent. Intimate. Aether sighs, tipping his head back to thump against the earth ghoul's collarbone.

"I know. S' hard sometimes," he admits.

"You take care of everyone else constantly, darling. Let me take care of you for once, hm?" 

His hips buck against Mountain's hand. "So do you," he protests.

"Hush. You can take care of me later," he tuts. He snakes his other hand up to a pebbled nipple before he can offer another retort. Pinches the pink bud between two fingers. Aether keens, dick throbbing in Mountain's hand.

"That's it," he encourages. "There you go."

“Feels good,” he groans. “Can you do them both? Just for a little bit.” Mountain hums in agreement, giving his length another stroke before bringing his hand up to the other nipple. He hooks his chin over the quintessence ghoul’s shoulder, watching as he swirls one finger around the buds. 

“Fuck,” Aether breathes. His eyes slip closed, hands petting at Mountain’s thighs. The earth ghoul’s gentleness is accented with points of pleasure; a flick here, a pinch there. Playing with them until they turn a pretty mauve. He can feel Aether’s breath hitch when he moves to palm at his tits in earnest, perfectly sized to fit in the full span of Mountain’s hands. 

“This okay?” Mountain asks, kneading at the flesh. He nuzzles into Aether’s cheek.

“Yeah,” he says, almost a whisper. “Shit, Mountain, that makes me so hard, keep doing it.”

“Mm, I can see that,” he hums, eyes flicking down to his cock, standing fat and flushed from out of his folds now. It kicks a little under his gaze. Aether’s legs twitch again, rattling the little metal hardware on the bar straps. “Wet too, I bet.”

Aether makes a gut-punched noise, arching with it. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs one of Mountain’s hands and guides it back down to his cunt, pushing his fingers against his entrance where it is, indeed, very slick. 

“You feel so good here,” Mountain praises. He pets his folds, coating his fingers. “Doing such a good job, letting me take care of you.” His fingers dip in just a little, pressing on his walls, just to feel. “Can I add a little something, pamper you some more?”

Aether nods, still lost in the feeling of his fingers. The earth ghoul reaches somewhere behind him, producing two small objects. He opens his hand to reveal a small bottle of lube and a small, clear silicone toy. 

“Oh,” Aether breathes. “Yes. Please, yes.” The toy in question is a cock stroker, perfectly sized for his smaller length. Mountain squishes it slightly, the ribbed texture inside rubbing against itself. 

“Allow me,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He squirts a few drops of lube inside, spreading it with his finger. He takes the excess and circles Aether’s dick with it, getting it even wetter. Aether watches and takes a shaky breath. 

Mountain swirls the end of the sleeve around the tip of his clit, dipping the head of it in and out, in and out in slow movements. When Aether starts grabbing at his thighs again, he slides it on. 

“Fuck. Mountain, please.” He twitches his hips into it. Struggles against the bar again, trying to clamp his thighs around Mountain’s hand. The outline of his length shows through the opaque material, the little head just poking out when Mountain squishes it all the way down. 

“There you go; feels good, doesn’t it?” He strokes at a medium pace, adding plenty of squeezes and rubs against the tip. 

“Uh huh,” Aether whines. He’s leaning fully into the earth ghoul now, helpless to the flick of his wrist and the drag of the stroker. 

“Look so good, darling,” Mountain says, a little breathless himself. “Want you to really get into it, show me how much you enjoy it.” Aether cants his hips again. Grinds into the silicone, into Mountain’s hand. Turns his head into his collarbone and moans. “That’s it, take what you need.”

“Gonna make me cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” He clenches around nothing, more slick drooling out. His dick throbs inside the sleeve, kicking in tandem with each jump of his stomach, each spasm and jiggle of his thigh. 

“Cum for me, starlight.” And oh, does he. Legs straining against the bar, thumping it against the sheets with each little kick of his legs. Mountain watches his eyes roll back under fluttering lashes, heavy breaths falling from his parted lips. His fingers dig into the meat of the earth ghouls thighs as he tenses and shudders, yelping when Mountain flicks the sleeve off the head of his clit in such a way that makes him clench. One more twitch of his inner thighs and he’s making a choked-off noise as a single spurt of milky-white fluid shoots out onto the sheets. 

“Fuck,” he cries. Mountain holds him close, watching as the last of it dribbles down his folds and just out of view. Aether collapses back against him, chest heaving. “Satanas, you really made me cum. Unholy shit.”

Mountain grips at his hips. Restrains himself from groaning openly in his ear. “Do you want more?” he asks instead, hoping the answer is:

“Yes,” Aether groans. “Want your fingers, get them deep, Mount.”

The earth ghoul rolls his neck, suppressing another moan. “Anything,” he says, perhaps too eagerly. “Anything you want, starlight.” He doesn’t waste a second. One hand presses the flesh of his inner thigh back while the other cups his cunt. Two fingers dip down, sliding wetly inside. Both of them groan with it, Aether at the heightened sensation, Mountain at the silky feeling of his inner walls, the way he clenches immediately around his fingers. 

“Oh,” Aether moans. “Oh really fuck me with them, fill me up.” Mountain really can’t help the noise that comes out of his mouth then. He pulls the quintessence ghoul tighter to him, shifting him slightly to get the best angle before hilting his fingers as far as he can get them. Each thrust squelches with how wet he is, the only sound in the room besides Aether’s groans for a few heated moments. 

A particular brush of Mountain’s palm against his still throbbing clit makes him cry out. Aether’s hand flies up to the back of the earth ghoul’s neck, threading into his hair and straining to pull him closer. 

"Are you hard?" Aether gasps. "Please tell me you are." Mountain lets out a shaky laugh and ruts his cock against his ass as confirmation. “Seven hells please fuck me, Daddy, need you so fucking bad.”

Mountain groans selfishly at the word. “There’s my baby,” he purrs, leaning down to sloppily capture Aether’s mouth in a kiss. “Gonna take such good care of you, darling,” he mumbles against his lips. “You’ve done so well, telling me what you want. Enjoying yourself. So fucking beautiful and good for me.” He lays Aether down, peppering him with kisses as he does, cradling him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Mountain slots himself on top of Aether, bodies melting together with twin gasps. The earth ghoul tucks his head into the crook of his neck, mouthing at the sensitive spot just under his ear.

“Mount, please. The bar, will you—”

“Hush,” he interrupts. He drags his mouth up to the shell of his pointed ear and licks a shiver-inducing stripe up the side. “It stays on,” he says, the rich baritone going straight to Aether’s gut. “So I can worship you like you deserve.”

#whats a ficlet again? #this is 1.4k lmao #fanfic #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ask #ghoulish rose #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #transmasc aether #mountain x aether #aether x mountain #ficlet #this is...not the way i expected this to turn out? #oh well #also not edited yolo fuck editing

[composeregg]

disclaimer: I am a volunteer for the OTW. I am speaking for myself, not on behalf of the organization, anything expressed here is my own. I may be wrong about some things, I'm very much not involved in any of this as part of my work. Additionally, I haven't run this by anyone else in the org, so take that as you will. I'm just a person, hoping to reassure other people, fans like myself.

A few people have come to me asking questions about this, and asking clarification already, so I just.... Want to reassure everyone. A lot of people follow me and know I volunteer, even if I don't talk about it much.

No, Ao3/OTW is not endorsing AI. Scraping is not being allowed or encouraged (you can, in fact, see here in this link, the code of Ao3 disallowing scraping). There is only so much the organization can do to prevent this. If you set your works to logged-in users only, it does somewhat give more protections. Data miners are very proactive, and prevention measures can only do so much. After the data is harvested, with or without consent, it is that much harder to pry back and out of those hands.

Many, MANY people are panicking. They saw an excerpt of an interview in this week's OTW Signal news roundup. This interview was from someone on the legal team of the OTW. She was speaking not for the organization, but as someone with credentials in the fields being discussed. Much of this has been misinterpreted and relayed second-hand. It was a conversation primarily about trademarks and AI.

I don't know the course the OTW is going to take regarding AI with the law, myself. That's not my field whatsoever. I can say, how would we even have the TIME or ABILITY to "develop an AI to be integrated with AO3" as some people speculate? It took our volunteer coders years to work out a block/mute function and get it from idea through testing to implementation.

The OTW does not want to just feed everyone's fanfic into AI. The organization may end up taking a middle-ground stance on the legality of AI and AI-generated creations. I don't think that Disney would care much for the distinction between "This is an AI generated item infringing on our trademark, remove it" versus "This is a fan-made item infringing on our trademark, remove it." The legality of AI versus fan creations is a very tricky topic, and from my understanding, that was the focus of the interview and what was being discussed (along with some other ideas).

Protecting the right to fanfiction and fan creations existing is the primary goal, and navigating new, emerging technologies that could find similar arguments, whether or not people at the org agree with them, means they may end up protecting them somewhat. This is not a betrayal of fandom. Every volunteer is an individual, and opinions within the org are all over the place, but we are all fans as well, and we don't want random bots just lifting all our fics and creations without any say-so either.

The topic of AI is a landmine right now, and I do think it was insensitive and ignorant of the current fandom/political sphere to highlight something like that interview, especially in the way it was done. It immediately led to panic, distrust in the org, and people spinning off numerous infeasible ideas because they simply do not have information, and hear rumors or don't parse a conversation about legalese well (I know I had trouble with it! A lot of my understanding comes from reading discussion about it myself). Nuance is important, as is the fact that nothing is ever published or discussed in a vacuum.

I don't blame anyone for having misinformation, I get it. It can be hard to find correct info. Transparency is something the org is not always great at (it's being worked on! Everyone is aware it's an issue! We are just very,,,,, very slow at implementing changes, as a volunteer-run organization). Time is the OTW's most valuable resource, and we are constantly, constantly in demand and in need of more time and manpower. It can make communications difficult, and very stressing.

The OTW is a non-profit, it is not selling any data. It does not want to sell your data. The money it makes is solely from donations. There is not going to be any selling to AI, there is not going to be any attempt to implement AI for the OTW itself.

Honestly, beyond that, I'm super not qualified to talk about the legal aspects of everything in the article/interview. I don't know all the inner workings of the org, I don't know all the thoughts and opinions and legal stances. I don't even know all the nuances of AI legal issues myself. I just know that I don't think it can replace creativity, and that it could be a fascinating tool in a better world (but I do not trust how it could be used here and now).

I hope this helps anyone who sees it. I hope that this is a reassurance, and that maybe it will help people feel better. I know panic is a powerful force, and I know there is a great distrust in any organization even mentioning AI (usually for valid reasons!). I know information can be hard to find, and legal discussions hard to read, I've been there with the org myself.

But the OTW is a group of people trying their best to make sure that fandom has protections. There are like, a thousand of us or something. Not all of us are going to agree on everything, but we all agree fans deserve a space to create and have those creations protected. One of the inciting incidents of its founding was a hatred of the idea of some company trying to profit off of fanworks with complete disregard for the fans themselves.

The OTW was founded to prevent fans from being taken advantage of, and to protect fandom's right to exist. It is never going to betray that core tenet. Partially because we're all fans ourselves and have a vested interest in keeping it that way, but additionally: This organization is nothing without its volunteers, and if someone high up on the board or something genuinely tried, we would know and we would make ourselves known.

(Just look into the Board Election of 2015!)

#otw #organization for transformative works #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 discourse #egg speaks #ao3 blogging #otw blogging #I will turn off reblogs if people try to start shit #also if staff tells me I fucked up then like. I will delete this tbc #I just. want to say something. I'm just some person #but I don't want other people to feel like they need to panic #or be afraid #or take down their works #also this feels repetitive but yolo

[goodsniff]

They're So Back ⚔️☠️🌷

Michael Cusack's YOLO is BACK. S3 is called YOLO Rainbow Trinity and it will be coming….at some point. idk! We're just all really excited to be making it!!!!

I'm art directing again B^) Can't wait to show you all it's going bonkers so far.

#yolo rainbow trinity #yolo silver destiny #yolo crystal fantasy #this thing is a nightmare to tag lmao #adult swim #I guy matched me on hinge wearing the shirt I put Lucas in #I matched him back and the fucking app crapped out and deleted him #He'll never know the mark he left.........

[dangerclaw]

Camille really looked Death right in her face, and said “Fuck it”

#the fall of the house of usher #camille usher #bruh she is built different #goddamn #Camille gave zero fucks #she really said yolo

[i-simp-stobotnik]

Day 2: Like a Song

I'm not really the type to make specific playlists for any ships, but I do remember someone mentioning that when people used to draw their OTPs in the Hatsune Miku 'Magnet' pose, that it was peak fandom era. So it's kinda music themed?

Yes, this is way more drool-lier than the original and yes, their hands are down each others pants, idk what's with me, most of my art for this week became nasty. xD

Here are some songs that I've mostly seen floating on Stobotnik Tumblr but that really stuck to my head as Stobotnik songs (even if I couldn't decide on any art from these):

x Billy Ocean - Lover boy (definetely something Stone sings in the shower)

x Andrew Montana - Strawberry (the line "I'll keep you, you menace" is such a Robotnik line to me. He doesn't want to admit even to himself how important Stone is to him, so it's like when he calls Stone his barnacle. He says he's stuck with Stone, his barnacle, his little menace, even though really he'd fight tooth and nail to keep him by his side. Again, his little menace. The line also works, since Stone is the only government assigned agent he has actually kept (I hope the Knuckles series doesn't ruin this headcanon from me). Anyway, big feels from this quote alone.

x Cascada - Everytime We Touch

x The Correspondents - Fear and Delight (oh Stone is so horny)

My own suggestions and reason why:

x Jennifer Paige - Crush (Stone being in denial about being head over heels for his boss and trying to hide it also)

x Frida Amundsen - Closer (Stone wants Robotnik to come just that little bit closer and pin Stone to the wall with his own hands. He wants Rob to fucking finally notice him, but it's a sweet song so it has a slight day-dream of you know, requited love/happy ending feel to it. Yes, I'm sappy, I know.

#theycomeback #stobotnikweek #stobotnik #agent stone #dr robotnik #dr eggman #jimbotnik #i haven't had the chance to start the one for tomorrow fucking yolo wish me luck I'll probably post that one late

[gatzbright]

sweater weather

dnf fic, 1.6k, one shot, general, ao3 link [Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst With a Happy Ending, Fluff]

A cry escapes George’s lips. “Dream—” Dream brings George closer, holds his face in two large palms. “Tell me when you’re hurting, sweetheart,” he whispers thickly, “and I can try help.” George shakes his head. “No,” he says, weepy, “‘s’too much—” “Never,” Dream says. He holds George’s gaze. “You’re never too much—nothing you ever feel is ever too much.”

[Or, The tide brings in old feelings, and George feels the ache.]

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