#soz!

[ehghtyseven]

Why do the boys insist on giving me hope? D: I am only used to playoff tension, not regular season tension D: D: D:

the life of a sports fan is to be tormented by one's team, and when it's the pens? a thousand-fold!

#answers #Anonymous #this one also got missed in the notifications #soz!

[maesterchill]

Evenflow

(Sirry, E, 1k,)

@sitp-recs I missed your birthday but please accept this little drabble dedicated to you. It's a little sequel/epilogue to Mischief Managed. The soft sexy morning cuddles Harry and Sirius deserve. Hope you had a wonderful day last week, and lots of cake 🎂 Title from the Pearl Jam song.

Harry isn’t sure about a whole lot when it comes to this thing that’s been going on between him and Sirius for the past two months, but he does know that the mornings he wakes in the Black summer villa tangled up in Sirius’s arms are like waking up afloat on a lake, sometimes with his head tucked against Sirius’s chest, nosing his tattoos, sometimes Sirius holding him from behind.

Harry breathes in and lets out a contented sigh, because this morning he’s woken up with Sirius’s head tucked into his shoulder, lips brushing his neck, Sirius' bodywarm nipple barbells tickling his back. Harry shivers from the almost-contact. Sirius’s mouth so close to his neck is making him warm all over, already. It seems that Sirius is still asleep, and really, Harry doesn’t want to disturb him—they were up late last night celebrating Harry catching the Snitch to break the Magpies' winning streak—but they’re too tangled up for Harry to extricate himself now. So instead, he turns his head and brushes his lips over the dark, scraggly fall of Sirius’s hair, slides his arm tighter around the strong arms that encircle his waist, and settles in.

For a moment, there’s peace.

Then, Sirius’s lips press firmer against Harry’s skin. With purpose.

Harry takes in a breath and forgets to let it out again.

Memories flit into his mind.

Of last night, the motorbike ride home from the stadium serving as the best kind of foreplay. Of Sirius' windswept dark grin when they dismounted.

Of yet another talk with Ron and Hermione before the game, who in fairness to them are trying to understand—You've been batty about Sirius since the summer of fourth year, said Ron, with an eye roll. He also said Mum's saying Sirius is a bad influence. But then she's always thought Harry was too young for everything. As Hermione said, he's twenty-bloody-one years older than you, Harry. It's a lot, they both said. Is Harry sure, they want to know. Is he really sure?

Harry is sure

He's so fucking sure.

Another kiss, and then another. Blossoms of stubbly kisses, pressed to Harry's shoulder and neck, and soon Harry is gasping, holding tight to his godfather's inked skin as heat plummets downward. Fuck, Harry is getting hard in his pyjamas.

“You're awake?” Harry asks, or tries to ask—it comes out in barely a whisper, and Sirius does nothing to acknowledge it. He just keeps kissing, open-mouthed and ardent on Harry’s neck. Harry clings to him, trying to control his breathing.

Harry lifts a hand to Sirius’s face, cups his jaw. Sirius turns his head and presses kisses into his palm. “Pup,” he murmurs, biting at Harry’s fingers and pushing his swollen crotch against Harry's arse, “your smell, your taste. You feel so bloody good.”

“So do you... ah,” Because all at once Sirius’s hands are on his hips, sliding pyjama bottoms down. It’s indecent—it’s too early, or he’s too sleepy, there must be some good reason they shouldn’t be doing this—but that thought just makes Harry arch up with want. He and Sirius have done so many things together that probably shouldn’t have been done, and all of them have been brilliant.

But what about Sirius, Hermione says, frowning. Is he sure?

Harry can't say for certain, but he knows what Pads has said to him. That he's starting his life again. That he gets to live and love. With Harry. That he wants this. That's he's happy.

When Sirius is happy he looks insane.

Harry loves that about him.

Harry loves him.

Sirius kisses up the line of Harry’s throat to his jaw, his chin, his lips. He lingers there, darting soft, too-short kisses onto Harry’s mouth, drawing small noises of need out of him until, fed up, Harry tangles a hand into his long hair and holds him there. A groan escapes Sirius, the first such noise he’s made, and a thrill of triumph makes Harry smile into the kiss.

Those whispering hands at his hips move, stroking his thighs, and without thinking Harry opens them, an unspoken invitation. But Sirius doesn’t move to press himself in between them—disappointing, Harry thinks, remembering how good the huge fleshy head felt pressing into him last night. Instead, Sirius slides a hand over Harry's balls and upward to tease his fingers at the base of Harry’s cock. His hands flush warm and wet with a tingly charm, and under Sirius' strokes, Harry swells to perfectly fit into Sirius' large grip. It’s almost too much, and Harry can’t help a desperate hitch of his hips upward, pushing himself through the tunnel of Sirius’s slick fingers impatiently.

Harry reaches back for Sirius, trying to reciprocate, but Sirius evades his touch. “This is for you,” he says, a guttural growl pressed behind Harry’s ear. Harry knows better than to fight him on this. He lets his head loll against the pillow and grabs onto Sirius’s big arm instead, feeling the tense and release of his muscles as he strokes Harry. The sensation shatters his control, and he lets out an earthy moan, hips pistoning up again and again.

It doesn’t take long. Sirius has overwhelmed him with sensations from the moment he woke, and it’s all Harry knows right now. He comes with a sob, clinging to Sirius with all his strength, and the aftershocks leave him shuddering and limp. Sirius turns him, kisses his mouth, his chin and his neck, the jut of one collarbone. Harry lies there, boneless and mindless, breathing hard.

In the wake of the sensation, love and gratitude floods through him. His Padfoot, always so devoted. To have his touches, his kisses, to be able to put that feral smile on his face, it feels like all he's ever wanted. Harry nuzzles into Sirius’s shoulder, practically purring. “Pads,” he murmurs, “thank you.”

“Good morning, pup,” is Sirius’s reply. "Fancy a ride to Compass Cove today?"

Harry does.

#sirry #harry x sirius #Happy birthday liv #maesterchill writes #unbeta'd #soz!

[astrum-aetherium]

to all members of the slut committee (which i declare myself the proud chairwoman of): the smut posts will continue in due time. tonight i felt the need to update the blog (and thereby remind everyone of my remaining alive and well) with more tame matters as i am simply too exhausted and not in the mood enough to feed you anything overly debaucherous, and i don’t want to disappoint anyone with half-hearted posts as i know many of you have a high standard for my uploads (i do, too).

however, to give you something to look forward to: i have myriads of wonderfully obscene and intriguing ideas idling about in my inbox right now, which i am excited to develop and post over the following weeks. plus, today i was struck by a new fic idea, which i hope to bring to fruition in the nearest future as well ;)

so, ya know, keep your eyes peeled. i appreciate you all. you know you love me! xoxo

#astrum psa #one more vacation week #then we’ll be back to regular uploads #for now it’ll remain sporadic #soz!

[translightyagami]

Do you know why M2 (mello/matt) isn’t popular anymore? They used to be bigger than lawlight. But now there’s barely any content

Don’t have an answer for ya I’m afraid, other than L and Light just being more well-developed characters in adaptations and the original work. Also I have to say, babe, matt/mello was always big but its /never/ been bigger than lawlight. DN doesn’t exist without those blorbos while the M&Ms being gone still leaves the stronghold of sweet Near to continue the good lord’s work. L and Light in terms of sheer content eat Matt and Mello for breakfast lunch and dinner.

#absolutely the wrong person to ask abt this as i hold no love for matt and mello at all #soz!

[prettywon]

hey guys... ahaha

#soz! #xin stfu

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober's gonna be posted a liiiitle later

I got 3/4ths of the way through writing one prompt and then felt like it fit another character that i did already

So I'm working on a brand new fic with a different prompt and a different character

and that first iteration may make an appearance at some point in november

#dany whines #Soz! #Kinktober

[wiredaughter]

@tropetember #20: horror

Doll Parts

outlast × mother gooseberry/ofc × dracula's castle inspired × frankenstrein boogaloo × 1038 words × ao3

Life is painful as it breaks through this body in waves of electricity and heat, but not more than usual. It shocks its nerves alive, making me grind these teeth and finally, open these eyes. My eyes, I figure I'm alive enough to call them mine by now. I risk a look around, in time to see a figure disappear to the right of the table I'm strapped to. I curse silently, stop when I realise my vision is perfect again. About a week ago I got a metal rod through my left eye, and my donor had such astigmatism it was quite useless. Well, not anymore. Rather vainly, I wonder if she managed to match the colour this time. I'm cold, now that the current isn't running through me, but I'm always bare in this table so that's nothing new. I take the chance to stare myself down, take account of what is mine and what will be from now on.

My breath is shallow, fighting its way through my trachea and I can still feel the wolf closing its jaws around it, so I've probably got stitches. Stitches, like I care. By now I'm just like an used voodoo doll. Wrapped in sickly pale skin like old books. My mood is always in the gallows after a resurrection, and realising I've lost two fingers doesn't help. My new pointer finger doesn't quite fit my usual fist, and when I raise my hand as high as I can to examine it I see its complexion is also a bit of a miss. It's almost as long as my reconstructed middle finger that, while glaringly not mine, looks somewhat better since I only lost from the intermediate phalanx up. Lost. As if, I didn't lose shit, it got torn by the wolfs on steroids she keeps around the castle. Because she's not letting me leave. The though has me instinctively trying to break off my restrains, she's got no right to keep me here.

I drowned, first. Dove off through my window and tried to make it for the shore. It was still winter, and I knew I was dead as soon as I hit the water. It was a reassuring thought, if I died then she'd never get me, and the ultimate victory was mine. Right. She said it was good I did it, the cold helped keep the body in conditions while she figured out the science. Science, or curse, that keeps me waking up to the electric charge, laid out like a slab of meat in display. At first, I despised everything about it, but now I don't think I mind. Deadset as she is on bringing me back, there's no way I don't eventually get to escape. I wonder if she realises she's only making me smarter, stronger, more resistant to the pain every time I draw my newest first breath. A month ago I couldn't even make it out of the castle, now I've got out and into the forest before I lost. Who could have known about the wolves, I mean, you'd think they'd go for easier prey. I raise my hand to my face, an ugly thought fighting for my attention, run my fingertips along my skin. If she gave me a new eye it means I needed a new eye. Which means the beasts probably ate the old one, straight from my face. My breath catches when I find the sutures running down my cheek. I calm myself down, I've seen her work and she's a veritable restorer. When I blew up the main doors and got a piece of debris to my jaw so hard it dislocated, she fixed it so well you can only see the scar if you get close. And nobody gets close but her.

And she comes closer, now that I'm no longer struggling, clothes in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Rather than letting me up she raises it to my lips, and I drink. I didn't notice I was shivering until now, hot liquid putting how cold I truly am in perspective. Not for long, though, as she frees me and helps me stand. My legs feel decayed, whether from the pure adrenaline run that lead to my dead or the electricity beats me. She doesn't mind as I lean on her for support, and I don't mind playing along. She hands me the tea and I finish it in long gulps but stay silent as she dresses me, hands covering every inch of the body she's remade for me, voice fussing about something I cannot care to hear. As usual, I kick the shoes away, and as usual she allows that.

The floor is so cold in my feet I find myself regretting that as we walk to her chambers to finish our tea, and as soon as we're seated I fold my legs to burrow them into the folds of her skirt. She looks smug at that, but I focus on my tea. She reaches for my left hand, traces the stitches, 'So you've met the wolves last night. Let me be clear, I suggest you stay off the woods in the future.'

'Does that mean you're calling me a carriage?'

'Now, why would I do that?'

Her smile is warm and she's passing me the sandwich tray but I'm nothing if not difficult. I turn my nose up at the offer. 'I want scones.'

'Last time you wanted finger sandwiches.' Her voice is patient, and gets me to pick up one. I examine it. 'You could at least try it.'

'Last time I hadn't had my face half eaten in the wilderness.' I toss the sandwich over my shoulder, fix her in a curious look. It's her move now. Undeterred, she pours me more tea, so I continue. 'Did you go out to find me or did you send the help?'

'Listen...'

'You know, I'm getting out of here, sooner than later.'

She closes her knees, trapping my feet between her thighs and I put up my token struggle as she leans in with a complacent smile. 'Later, rather than sooner if you keep skipping meals.'

#r-tropetember #soz!

[blairpfaff]

Actors Roundtable | Off Script With The Hollywood Reporter

#there was a lot of laughing and talking over each so these subs may be off soz #andrew scott #colman domingo #girl i'm not tagging everyone else ;; #edits

[johnlennonofficial]

i may be a piece of shit but at least i’ll never be a Ron Weasley sympathizer 🤢

#i hate him as much as i hate c3po #soz!

[irrel-nt]

i cant do college any more 3 1500-2000 word essays assigned over break & then due this friday!!!! i literally am suicidal??? and then everyone is screaming outside my dorm room 😩😩 i know its wasted wednesday guys!! but some people have stuff to do!!!!!

#rant #screaming crying throwing up #need to drop out #me #soz!

[crawley-fell]

#walking into work 15 mins late with a starbucks in your hand complaining the bus was late #soz for the low quality y'all know i had to jump on the knees #david tennant #the baftas #bafta 2024 #baftas #bafta awards #bafta #my gifs

[mydairpercabeth]

Im already seeing really bad takes that the show didnt make Gabe “abusive enough”. First and foremost, there are so many different forms of abuse, not just physical abuse. When we first see him, he is instantly belittling Percy. You can see how much of the space he takes up in the apartment. He has a single recliner, a jersey on the wall, and a side table all for him while he gambles with Sallys money. He is immediately financially abusive and verbally abusive.

Second, he answered Sally’s phone and spoke to the principal at Yancy. He is trying to control how Sally raises her son and is giddy at getting another person to bully again. Also, he controls the car. Sally has to negotiate with him and manage his reaction to her taking her son to Montauk. In this scene we see her sass him back and tell him to ask her nicely which I think is a great way to show that Sally still has some agency in the situation. She is able to say she doesnt want to be spoken to disrespectfully.

Lastly, in The Lightning Theif, Percy states “For the first time, I realized something. Gabe had hit my mother. I didn’t know when, or how much. But I was sure he’d done it. Maybe it had been going on for years, when I wasn’t around.” This was in the second to last chapter of the book. People are mad they didnt see him hit her in the first EPISODE??? Be so for real. Give the show time to flesh everything out.

ANYWAYS STAN SALLY JACKSON AND WATCH THE SHOW

#percy jackson #sally jackson #gabe ugliano #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #STOP WITH THE BAD TAKES PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GODS #in this essay i will #long post soz #walker scobell #virginia kull #tim sharpe

[reineydraws]

i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶

(source)

#mishanks #akataka #dracule mihawk #hawkeyes mihawk #shanks #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #one piece #one piece fanart #incorrect one piece quotes #op fanart #i have accidentally signed up for too much to draw as lesurely as i have been lol soz 🙏 #but i noticed my blog got taken off the mishanks tag's top blog list which clearly means i havent posted enough abt them recently LOL #comic #op comic #shanks: no u dont understand. he only calls me by my first name when he's feeling soft and he would never let anyone else touch his face #especially like that from behind! and first thing in the morning? anyone else would find themselves without a hand. #i call my angel all these lovely pet names and in return he lowers all his walls and i love him 🥰🥰🥰 #(mihawk on the side is feeling extremely exposed lol) #(but also fond 🥰 he loves him back so much too!!!)

[zihette]

clark and malfina

#mlp #my little pony #princess cadence #shining armor #fanart #soz its not too good im stressed n its to de stress LMFAO

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

I love how on Tumblr, "media literacy" has become "Um, just because someone writes about this doesn't mean they're endorsing this. I hate all these media puritans ruining everything."

I'm sad to inform you that knowing when and whether an author is endorsing something, implying something, saying something, is also part of media literacy. Knowing when they are doing this and when they're not is part of media literacy. Assuming that no author has ever endorsed a bad thing is how you fall for proper gander. It's not media literacy to always assume that nobody ever has agreed with the morally reprehensible ideas in their work.

Sometimes, authors are endorsing something, and you need to be aware when that happens, and you also need to be aware when you're doing it as an author. All media isn't horny dubcon fanfic where you and the author know it's problematic IRL but you get off to it in the privacy of your brain. Sometimes very smart people can convince you of something that'll hurt others in the real world. Sometimes very dumb people will romanticize something without realizing they're doing it and you'll be caught up in it without realizing that you are.

Being aware of this is also media literacy. Being aware of the narrative tools used to affect your thinking is media literacy. Deciding on your own whether you agree with an author or not is media literacy. Enjoying characters doing bad things and allowing authors to create flawed or cruel characters for the sake of a story is perfectly fine, but it is not the same as being media literate. Being smug about how you never think an author has bad intentions tells me you're edgy, not that you're media literate. You can't use one rule to apply to all media. That's not how media literacy works. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Aheem heem. Anyway.

#anyway this is just more of that lefty shit where 'well i can't be racist because i'm gay!' #'well i can't be media illiterate because i love villains!' #not how that works babes #'well I KNOW bad from good so i can't be affected by media!' #'everyone else also knows bad from good and defines it the exact way i do!' #'so if i think this is bad then the author must also think this is bad!' #i have bad news .... #also how do you know bad from good? who taught you that? hmm? #did you fall out of the womb knowing? or did you pick up some things on the way here? #'i just know' no you don't! that's what i'm saying! #assuming one thing is always true is the opposite of being a conscious consumer of media soz #assuming someone thinks and knows the exact same shit you think and know is not media literacy!!

[candyje11yfish]

i agree with Merg. clover shouldve gotten a horse

#mari's art #undertale yellow #uty #starlo #starlo uty #clover uty #i cannot tell if this is hard to look at soz #also the poor rocking horses bridle is drawn horribly wrong #fun fact i do horse riding irl🤯 #starlo undertale yellow #undertale yellow starlo #undertale yellow fanart #uty fanart #uty north star #I CANT I HATE WRITING TAGS BYE #undertale #id in alt text #i am mergs no1 fan i have watched at least 1000 of his videos #also i am watching shayy's ai uty video and i am Crying its also 2:40 am #I am not going to sleep #i am going to finish this 5 hour video