#i'm working on it

[twistcmyk]

#i'm working on it #i'm so sorry

[unreliablesnake]

“Simon says kiss me,” he began with a smirk.

With a short giggle you did as you were told, giving him a slow, sensual kiss that he missed so much. Simon put his hand on the back of your neck, eventually slipping his fingers into your hair to grab a fistful of it. You moaned into his mouth, but never broke the kiss. He loved that; he loved it when you acted like a little kitten, sounding almost like you were purring while you kissed him.

After he kissed the tip of your nose, he looked you in the eye and waited to see if you wanted to say anything. But you knew the rules. No talking while you played this game. “Good girl.” He swept a strand of hair behind your ear, then said, “Simon says slowly take your clothes off.”

Well, I guess I’m entering soft-smut land. Keep an eye out for the whole thing.

#call of duty #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #mw2 #modern warfare #mw3 #wip #i'm working on it

[adsurgitvagus]

Local rock stacker near New Muldul suffers emotional turmoil from Wayne larva that just keeps getting into impossible places Giant thank you to the wonderful @hypnostallev for helping me with this shitpost

#my art #hylics 2 #hylics #wayne hylics #wayne larva #wayne #hylics oc #local rock stacker in question is an oc of mine that does not yet have a proper name #I'm working on it

[pistachiozombie]

Decided to say this here too: For my mental health's sake, i decided I'm gonna post shit and not give a fuck about the algorithm / interaction. took way too long to realize that likes don't really do much but give a temp dopamine boost. Then I think "well, why not reblog too?" then feel petty for no reason.🙄I see posts here and on twitter about how sharing / reblogging matters WAY more than 'likes'. While true, being on these sites for 10 years I can tell you nothing has changed, esp if you're not already popular, so personally it's not worth begging being anxious about. Focusing on the numbers really drains you. I like sharing what I draw and if people don't reblog it's their own loss ig. I focus on the positive small things. Maybe one day I will get to that popularity level my younger self dreamed of, but right now I'm just going to work on my art and stories.

#personal #tumblr algorithm #mental health #artist #its hard not being petty to those who only like but it really doesnt matter at the end of the day enough to fuss over #I'm working on it

[bobbinalong]

timsteph wip be upon you

#steph is wonky #i'm working on it #wip #timsteph

[motleyfam]

**Regardless of whether you actually overuse it or not, which one is the most enticing to you as a writer?

#i ask because i have to go through my works like 4x before posting to reduce the frankly ridiculous quantities of italics and em dashes #and i STILL have way more than i probably should #sometimes i'll go back and look at my fics months after posting and do another edit because i'm like #'why does every single sentence here have a word in italics??' #i guess i just don't trust people to know where i want the emphasis lmao #i'm working on it #fanfiction #or whatever you're writing #polls

[kaelidascope]

Important addition to my notes for chapter 12 - Lemon Custard

#midnightbeesfic #rwby #bumbleby #I'm working on it #slowly LOL

[madame-mongoose]

Drawing Zeki rn, any suggestions?

#ill do them this time I SWEAR #also look at this profile #not the best but!!!! #i'm working on it #:D #oc stuff #zekira #my art

[sirianasims]

#duchellilegacy #duchelliextras #julia duchelli #paul romeo #i'm still sad #new chapters are coming though #i'm working on it

[chiff0n-echz]

Happy birthday to the glitchy fucker <333

#i posted this on insta and tiktok but never here sgdhtdv #that's why it's kinda late #i'm working on it #my art #undertale au #pknk art #undertale #fanart #undertale au art #utmv #error sans #0404 #his birthday being a 404 joke omg

[trans-cuchulainn]

waiting for a package and according to the tracking information it's currently in laois. i don't know why it's currently in laois. maybe it's trying to punish me for saying laois wasn't a real county

do you think if i tell it that i've been testing myself and i can correctly point to laois on a map 8 times out of 10 now, it will be released from laois, or

#the other 2 times out of 10 i get laois and offaly the wrong way round #I'M WORKING ON IT #personal

[twistcmyk]

it’s a (cold) process

#i'm working on it

[olath124]

I've downloaded the mod for naked/shirtless Hansen.

First thing that comes to my mind?

Sexy pics

V making fun of him after she stole all his T-shirts.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #my v #kurt hansen #v is for violet #fanfiction #phantom liberty #violet #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #virtual photography #vp #that shirt should be like 3 sizes bigger #i'm working on it #otp: v is for Violet #show them boobies!

[astral-potato]

This is my first post, this idea has been on my mind for quite some time and I'm planning on publishing it on Ao3 when I get the first chapter wrote down.

#dc x Chainsaw-man #batfam #denji #nayuta #they have a sibling relation ship #I was inspired by dp x dc #crossover #writing prompt #i'm working on it #john constantine #csm #csm x dc #dc crossover

[bby-deerling]

my laptop screen: law x reader angsty smut all hurt no comfort wip

my headphones:

#cilles ramblings #chris chan #shitpost #writers block #i'm working on it

[valmare]

having big tc thots today, and this is something i've wanted to play around with for a couple of weeks. Days of Thunder, 1990. Cole Trickle. 90s Tom Cruise. need i explain? so here's a teaser of something i may potentially work on. thoughts?

Redline

(Teaser)

"Cole! Cole, honey, can you hear me–? Let go of me, I wanna talk to them–COLE!"

Harry shoves her away from the mic hard enough that she slams into the faceless body with enough force to rattle her teeth, without apology.

Daytona heat all but rolls under the denim draped heavy across her shoulders. She can't even feel her own heart that racehorses against her ribs, can't hear past the roar of a gasping, on-their-feet crowd. Has all but forgotten how to breathe, even with Harry's iron grip now, somehow, on her forearm.

His low tones remind her with rhythmic examples of what she's supposed to copycat.

"In, out....that's right, darlin', in....out...." but it's lost when sunlight hits the gleaming, steel rail of the ambulance gurney. Taxiing the only thing she ever remembers caring about, the last six months.

Unable to look past the blood and rubber and black exhaust that's painted him like a work of art, her eyes weld to the EMT taking scissors to his prized SuperFlo suit. He loved that logo, the look of the get up.

He loves. Present tense.

She forces herself to remember he's, divinely, alive.

"Can't ask for a sponsor with a better look, sweetheart."

Every one of her internal organs make a mad dash up into her ribs when the gurney cuts sharply to angle by Harry and the rest of the pit. All but jumping the partition, Harry tosses the headset to the tar beside the familiar denim jacket. He hauls her over with him.

Breathless, trembling, and every organ all but screaming the same Pleasedon'tlethimdieGodpleasedon'tlethimbedead, her hands wrap home around the gurney's rail as it slides up beside her. No doubt the timing of God allowing her a moment in the mess the Firecracker has become.

The rail's surprisingly warm. No surprise, really. It's one hundred and eight degrees in the shade on this track.

It's Harry who manages to speak first, eyes flicking to the EMT ripping open the familiar suit.

"What've we got, doc?”

Half registering the fact this woman is an EMT, not a doctor this situations so desperately needs, she bends deeply over the rail. Hustles along the gurney that hasn't stopped moving like a pace car since it had scooped his body off the track.

Fingers slipping across the mess on his face, the familiar touch prompts a reaction. Eyes shifting back and forth rapidly behind closed eyes, his head lolls into the touch, heavily. Lips part with a soft moan that's more pain than recognition, though the attempt is there. From here she can feel his heart redlining in his chest. Against her fingers.

Matching hers, pace for pace. Like always.

"Cole. Baby, it's me–"

And his eyes flutter open, fan of lashes and all. There's instant recognition. That cocksure smile, the little light in the corner of his eyes. Sparkle of an ego that's too big to drive, too big for this whole world.

Fat, hot tears slip down her own face, to the mess his suit has become. The EMT has already cut through his underclothes, his skin is flaming. There's a scent of gas in the air, of exhaust. Steel, rubber. Familiar, all of it, but there's the sharp sting of antiseptic. Something coppery, almost.

It's blood. So much damn blood.

His smile grows when her eyes shift to consider his state. A quiet "Hi," is all he manages, lifting a slow hand to rub a curl between his fingers.

"Get her out of here!"

Wanting to respond, the EMT smacks his hand down and shoves her off the gurney as if it'll bite. Stumbling foot over foot, it's Harry's strong arm catching her elbow and tugging her along that sets her after them in long, purposeful strides. Strides that feel heavy, uneasy. Like walking on wobbly noodles. It takes every ounce of willpower she possesses.

She's swallowing air faster than she's breathing. Hiccups come, then sniffles. It's impossible to keep the race of thoughts lapping her brain at bay, and they begin to filter through her mouth without so much as a breath.

"Harry, is he–? I wanna––"

"I know, darlin'," his voice is certain. More certain than she's ever heard Cole's best friend be, when he's not cussing the pit out or chewing Cole a new ass through the mic. Jaw set, the vein in his neck strains with the effort of hauling her at elbow through the massive crowds that have gathered to see Cole to his shiny new ambulance ride. "I'm gonna get us there, that's a promise."

And Harry keeps his promises, almost all of them. That's something Cole had assured her, a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. It's hard to remember.

Has. He has assured her. He's alive.

Remembering is really the only thing the two of them have.

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