#hooraaaay

[acoraxia]

Boy Savior

Chapter 3: Remembrance

He leans forward, allows his hair to become a cascade of black and silver to show his age—the hint of pale blue in his eyes shrouded behind brown and black. The huntsman who once scavenged the Earth with his bow and quiver now reduced to a man with a tired smile upon his lips. A quiet melody. He craves the warmth of the Sun and hears his echo of laughter miles East, where the mountain blooms with life and grants safe passage to the qilin and phoenixes that need it. Erlang Shen looks at the false prophet with that very same smile. “What happens when the people ask for bloodshed? Does he answer them? Or does he ignore their cries?”

She doesn’t respond.

She doesn’t have to.

He knows the answer already.

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#lego monkie kid #requiem au #A Requiem of Chained Memories #writers note #y #yippeeeee #I DID IT #I FUCKING FINISHED THIS DAMN FIC #chap 4 will be up soon but i wont make a post about it since it's literally like 4 lines lmao #BUT YIPPEEE #HOORAAAAY #a requiem of chained memories au

[c10v3r]

they are sooooo dumb i love them

#HEHAGHEHA #inanimate insanity #ii lightbulb #ii paintbrush #lightbrush #SOMEONE SMALL CUZ IM GONNA GO WATCH A MOVIE 2DAY #HOORAAAAY

[mod2amaryllis]

honk shoo honk shoo

STRUUUUDES ILU WE'RE LITERALLY CRYING She IS on the cloooouuuuds!!!! ^^ two of her!!!!!!! why she has a baby? i don't care there's TWO!!!!!!

#thank you for the monumental gift #fair well......... #we're two seconds from taking off on this flight i almost didn't see this SOOOOOOOBS #you put her in da skyyyyyy weeeeeee #hooraaaay #m2a #m2answers #goose

[calder]

YAAAAAAAAAAAAY

#shelter #fauna #hooraaaay

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

my brother and mom are watching breaking bad and all i hear is bojack horseman todd

#mine #HOORAAAAY

[medixnoche]

mandy monday

#and it’s actually monday hooraaaay #amanda young #mark hoffman #saw #medixnoche art

[weevilgirlfriend]

you give me bad energy, sick pleasure from you

#another makima hooraaaay #when i can’t think of whta to draw i just default to her lately #makima #chainsaw man #csm makima #csm fanart

[sneez]

linocut study of the poster for the 1924 film orlacs hände :-)

#artwork #the hands of orlac #conrad veidt #my most recent linocut hooraaaay i really like how this one turned out #i have done two others which i havent posted yet but i will soon. or at least one of them (i dont like how the other one turned out so much #anyway i love this film his acting in it is superb he makes the most incredible tortured faces #really a masterclass in forehead vein performance #i am away from my lino tools now that i am back at uni so i cannot make any more for a while :-( alas #i think it is probably a good thing though because i have inflicted multiple injuries upon myself as a result of doing so much #dopey bastard disease #i hope you are all well my friends!!! my usual apologies for unanswered asks which i say every time i post everything. i am sorry i love yo #oh also i should confess i only have black ink so i cobbled this together by printing on white and then red paper and splicing the two #pictures together digitally. i am sorry for my deception </3 i am a fraud. a con artist #he he. con artist. artist. he he

[batfossil-fr]

twirls him around in my arms

#wearing a dream accent hooraaaay #kinda plain. may add some more later but that's ok. I like plain #dragon share #flight rising #i hate that the image upscaling website is called that btw. and tumblr just shows that off now. LMAO

[moon-blanket]

I love gavin i love gavin i love gavin. I Love Gavin.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #moon's thoughts #redacted gavin #no spoons to type out an Essay about the audio. but the sentiment remains. #MY LOVER MY LOVE MY LOVE HOORAAAAY. #barking like a dog about this. by the way.

[sstarnights]

"I hate you, hate you. Get out of the way".

RAEDA ANGST?? Yup. I named the title after a song lyric, hope people will get it but idk idk. Kinda like how this one came out so thats a w for me ig 🤷‍♀️ Also I am still not over the finale, never will be.

#the owl house #toh #raine whispers #raeda my beloved #eda clawthorne #angst #pure angst #raeda #raeda angst #also testing new art style hooraaaay #this one is kinda aight :D

[fernsnailz]

I'm just happy Superstars continues the recent trend of making Team Sonic a quartet instead of trio by including Amy more

yeah agreed! i'm always glad to see more of amy, especially classic amy :]

#hooraaaay the games are treating amy like an actual character again yaaaaaaay!!! #fernasks

[mildmayfoxe]

finally found out that a regular customer at my job who’s always ordering lots of colorful satins and jacquards and yards and yards of lace trim etc is a COSTUMER FOR AN OPERA COMPANY!!! ive been curious about it for so so long & tried to look him up before but never got any results, today my boss finally asked bc she had to send an email about some of the fabric being damaged & he sent PICTURES!!!!! i said YES! HELL YES!! out loud when she forwarded them to me

#HOORAAAAY!!!! YES!!!! #i think i might have made a post about this guy before because i’ve been SO curious what he does with all this #he orders like every couple weeks & always lots of stuff #and it’s always FUN stuff; this time around he got some beautiful iridescent orange satin #i love finding out customers are cool. i’m so glad i’m sending all this fabric off to something cool #chatpost #work tag

[guqin-and-flute]

Ughhhh I was gonna post a thing tonight, as it's the last day of the month and I haven't put anything up yet but I'm very tired and feeling under the weather. I worked from 10 am to 9 pm. I will hopefully get to it tomorrow and if February were a normal month, it would have at least an extra day anyway so THERE.

Everyone blame Augustus and Julius Caesar for my fic not being up

#my stuff #I'm being nice to myself. hooraaaay #FUCK those guys

[mutatedleemon]

hey guess who just started hrt 🕺🏽🕺🏽

#it’s me it’s me hooraaaay :-DD

[bradleybonkbradshaw]

62 or 78 (or BOTH in one????)

Hello again,

So, um, I went with the both in one route and -- well...

Enjoy 😳

Warnings: cockwarming, semi-public sex, cum swallowing

Bob isn't sure how he found himself behind a desk at Top Gun - or, he does but, at the same time - it makes no sense, yet here he is anyway. Pushing paper. He's as good at it as he is at being a WSO, he was always flexible like that, that's for sure. 

Having said that, he's not having the most productive day. He's tired, the gooey, pleasant kind, the kind of tired that comes with being treated right. The muscle - if not bone deep - ache that comes after a night spent with Jake Seresin for the first time in several months

A night that neither of them had wanted to end, apparently. Not today.

Jake is stashed under his desk tucked in the corner that's mostly concealed by a piece of wood across the back that almost reaches the floor and spans half the desk. It's ideal with the way that Bob sits on an angle anyway, his laptop diagonal across the back right hand corner; unless someone goes looking, Jake's not visible. 

Bobs cock has been in Jakes mouth for over an hour under instruction to be good, and he is. He’s being so good. Despite how affected he is, Jake makes a conscious effort not to purposely tease; his tongue moves on instinct to swallow, his breathing is deep and even – forcing himself to stay calm – eyes closed, though Bob can see how active Jake really is under his eyelid. Is it any wonder he starts to get hard? 

After a while it becomes all he can think about, it may seem ridiculous to say he knows how Jake feels but he does, the restraint it takes not to say words that he knows will release Jake from his faux calm state and have Bob coming down his throat in a few minutes – he gets it. 

The harder he gets in Jakes mouth, the more Jake starts to squirm, to lose his façade of calm. He starts making little noises in the back of his throat, every one of them running straight through Bob like a bolt of electricity and only helping to escalate the situation further. 

Bobs hand slides under the desk and into Jakes hair, fingers burying themselves at his crown and tightening. Jakes tongue pushes up in response, sliding along the sensitive skin in his mouth when he pushes it back down again. Bob pushes the pad of his thumb onto the nib of his pen in an effort to ground himself, to not swear aloud – too loud. Another five minutes and Bob really is losing his mind; his hips start to rock of their own accord and the next time he takes a look, Jake’s eyes are open and meeting his gaze head on, if he could smile, he’s sure he would be because he’d known all along it was only a matter of time.

“Touch yourself,” he tells Jake, quiet, demanding, smiling when Jakes eyes slip closed, and his hand moves to the slacks he has on to unbutton them and pull himself out. “Don’t come.”

Jake makes a pathetic noise, squeezes firmly at the base of his own cock, and tightens his lips around Bobs. Bobs head drops back onto the rest of the chair, unable to keep the soft groan in. 

That’s when there’s a knock at the door, two sharp taps, they don’t wait to be told to come in. 

He'd been waiting for this. 

It’s Bradley who walks in, a small smile on his face at first that flits into something else when he takes in Bobs appearance. Because of course Bob is looking a little dishevelled at this point. He’s flushed, his glasses halfway down his nose since he keeps having to push them up against the sheen of sweat making them slide down, his hair has fallen out of place, his top button undone. 

“You’re not getting sick are you, Bobby?” He asks, in place of a greeting, worry immediately taking over as is the norm with him. 

Bob smiles, and shakes his head, despite the way it feels too heavy for his neck. 

“’m fine, promise.” He says, though his voice cracks, and Bradley looks a little more suspicious, but Bob carries on, clearing his throat in an effort to pull himself together.

“How’d it go today?” 

“It’s gonna be a close one this year,” Bradley looks lost in thought, sitting down on the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Yeah? Who’s it gonna be?”

“Can’t call it,” Bradley shakes his head looking down at his knees and shrugs. “When do you get off?”

Bob thinks the clench of Jakes mouth at the question is the same amusement that runs through him and has to hide both the amusement and the arousal by burying his face in his hand to cough. 

“Soon-“ he answers, voice a little rougher than normal, another soft constriction around his cock, “ but you know, I could always get you off right here, right now.”

Bradley takes a sharp, loud intake of breath. 

“Bobby—” 

Bob tucks two fingers under Jakes chin and pulls gently to lift him off, replacing his mouth with his own hand, pushing his head in Bradleys direction. Jake goes, crawling on legs that are probably dead with pins and needles, appearing at Bradleys feet a second later, tugging at the button and zipper on his pants, and with a practiced ease takes his already stirring cock into his mouth. 

“Holy fuck…” Bradley groans, both words vowels elongated, letting his hips slide down the chair some, “how long as he been like this?” He rasps, fingers finding the shorter hair at the back of Jakes neck. 

“Almost two hours, he did so good.” They both watch the way Jake reacts, a shudder down his spine. 

Apparently, he really starts to work Bradley at that point too, the other man checks out, his free hand clutching at the arm rest of the chair, eyes shuttering closed, hips wriggling minutely. 

“God, look at him, anyone would think he hadn’t eaten lunch this afternoon,” 

Bradley lets out a sharp laugh, interrupted by the loud suck that Bob hears. 

“Fuck—” Bradley chokes, “Jake, baby—” he looks over to make eye contact with Bob. 

Bobs eyes are struggling to stay open, the slow twist and pull motion of his hand dragging him closer to the edge, holding on by a thread. 

"Go on, baby, make him come." Bob meant to sound a little more put together, firmer, but watching thebline of Bradleys neck and his chest heave, watching the curve of Jakes back as he rolls his entire body, sinking down on Bradleys cock, pulling back up and rocking his own hips into his hand and repeat, it has Bob sounding breathless and completely ruined. "Give it to him, Bradley, he deserves it." He sighs at Bradley too.

It seems to work, the noise in the room solely the clicks and glugs of Jakes throat, noisy swallowing and breathy moans. 

He gives them a minute, lets Bradley shower Jake with attention and praise,bent awkwardly but uncaring, a mouth on his ear and a hand on his cock, replacing Jakes own. 

Jake mewls, burying his head in Bradleys shoulder, nodding at whatever was just said. It makes Bradley smile. 

Bob pushes his chair away from his desk, waits for Bradley to nod;

"C'm'ere, sweetheart," he croons, even more of a drawl to it. 

Jake turns around and ducks under the desk; he's spacier, messy, his eyes glassy. Though his cock is an angry shade of red, he looks like he might purr. 

Bob swallows down a noise, takes the back of Jakes neck in hand when he's in reaching distance, the other hand thumbing at his chin, a silent plea for him to open up. He rests the tip of his cock on Jakes bottom lip, watches his eyes close and his lips tick up in a small smile, then pulls at his own cock obscenely. 

Even with Bradley and Jake there it's not for show, it's for him; quick and filthy and he's coming in Jakes mouth in seconds, thighs tensing, rocking Jake sightly. 

Jakes mouths closes around the tip as he swallows, Bob gasping as he takes the opportunity to run his tongue over the slit and clean him up, letting go before it gets painful. 

Theres an awed whistle from the other side of the desk.

"Bobby, where do you get these ideas?" Bradley asks. 

Bob hums. 

"This was all Jake."

Send more but i'll keep writing them anyway

#shush chloe #chloe writes smut prompts #floydsinshaw #dont percieve me for the next 48 hours #lmao this was my 500th post #hooraaaay 😭🥴