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[raining-stars-somewhere-else-de]

love writing. writing is awesome. it’s a shame that it involves writing though

[raedaraedaraeda]

remus lupin does not freaking drink black coffee; he drinks the nastiest sweetest frikin idk triple chocolate vinilla frappuccino with an obscene amount of whipped cream on top thank you very much

[raedaraedaraeda]

remus lupin does not freaking drink black coffee; he drinks the nastiest sweetest frikin idk triple chocolate vinilla frappuccino with an obscene amount of whipped cream on top thank you very much

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Final Round

Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Remaining time: 4 days 8 hours

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

[thememedaddy]

[femtocloaca]

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Watching Argentina rig the World Cup be like:

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Im rereading the simon snow series

Im on wayward son, chapter 60

Actively dying.

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Any Way The Wind Blows, chapter 13

Dying again

[justbreakonme]

You know what I fucking eat up every time? The thing where one character is an optimist and the other is a pessimist, and something happens that just, snuffs the hope right out of the optimist, and the pessimist has to desperately try to do what the other has always done for them, cheer them up. I live for that shit omg.

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Im rereading the simon snow series

Im on wayward son, chapter 60

Actively dying.

[epsilonblack]

Some slight NSFW wolfstar.

But just a taste.. that's all you get on here.

Perverts.

Sirius gasped as the ghost of Remus' breath grazed his throat, his head rolling back against the pillows as the sheer proximity of the other man made his lungs seize. Remus’ large, warm hands were gently caressing his bare stomach, sending shivers throughout his already sensitive body. Every calloused ridge of Remus’ palms felt magnified tenfold against the pale, unblemished skin, tracing the heavy, trembling rise and fall of Sirius' ribs.

​"I love you..." Remus' voice was gravelly as he whispered against his pulse, the raw, animalistic register of it vibrating straight through Sirius' chest. He hovered there for a fraction of a second, letting the declaration settle between them before following the tender words with a searing kiss right over the thrumming vein in Sirius' neck.

​"Oh—gods..." Sirius gasped, his hands flying up to lock into the thick curls of Remus’ hair, his fingers tightening in a desperate bid to anchor himself as a fierce wave of heat pooled low in his belly.

​"You're perfect," Remus murmured, his lips traveling higher, charting the familiar, elegant line of the jaw before he kissed behind his ear. The praise wasn't gentle; it was delivered with a heavy, unyielding intensity— underscored as a hand slid down from Sirius' ribs to firmly grasp his thigh with possessiveness— Remus' long fingers digging deep into the muscle to lock his lower half flush against the mattress.

​"Far from it," Sirius tried at humor and failed miserably as a moan was torn from his throat. The self-deprecation was entirely swallowed by the sudden, heavy pressure of Remus’ palm sliding higher up his inner thigh, the sharp friction shattering his defenses and leaving his lips parted and breathless.

​"Hush," Remus scolded softly, a low, possessive rumble that brooked absolutely no argument.

He shifted his weight, pushing up onto his hands to look down into Sirius’ desperate grey eyes. In the dim light, Remus’ amber gaze was heavy, dark, and entirely consumed by the sight of the man beneath him completely unraveled.

"I decide what is perfect. And right now, you belong to me."

​Sirius melted when their lips met, any remaining pretense of control fracturing instantly. The kiss was deep, wet, and bruising, swallowing his breathless whimper whole as his hips locked into a rigid, instinctive bow, arching upwards into Remus' touch as if his entire body was begging to be consumed by the fire.

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[clowniconography]

wait ok this is actually one that has caused some contention before when I've talked to people about it. reblog and tag whether or not you check the weather prediction every day before going out

[danidoesntart]

i just flip a coin and if it's heads I take trip to my nearest tornado shelter

[goldensunset]

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Protect yourself from the deadly laser 👍

[dear-ao3]

look at me. look at me in the eyes right now. i know you want pizza. which is great cause i have the perfect recipe for you.

is it pizza? yeah. could it also be considered flat bread? probably!

“but saph!” you say. “i don’t have a pizza stone.”

great! neither do i!!!

“but saph!” you say, “i don’t like tomato sauce that much.”

perfect! this involves exactly zero tomatoes.

it is yummy and delicious and vegetarian and perfect for all your summer ish pizza needs. so much so that there was one year where we made his recipe literally once a week for a whole summer. it’s that good. i’m tired of gatekeeping.

first you will buy or make your dough. making dough isn’t that hard actually. simply take a tablespoon of yeast and a tablespoon of sugar and put it into a cup of warm but not boiling water and let it froth out for five minutes before gently stirring in a tablespoon of olive oil and some salt and then adding in exactly 2.5 cups of white flour and mixing/ gently kneading the whole thing together before throwing it in an oiled bowl in a warm place (like the top of your preheating oven) covered with a damp cloth until he is big and fluffy. ba da bing ba da boom. dough.

then. you will take a full size baking sheet. preferably with a dark bottom. and cover it in parchment paper and add to it at least one maybe two nice sized zucchini cut into strips, one cut up red pepper and one onion chopped into medium ish pieces. red onion works best literally any other one will do. you can also use pre roasted red peppers if you want. toss these with olive oil salt and pepper, onion salt if you’re feeling adventurous, balsamic vinegar if you’re feeling really adventurous, and throw them into an oven set to 350F. cook these until the pepper skins show some color (30-40 minutes) then remove. you could also grill them. unfortunately i’m fresh outta grills.

on the very same baking tray that you just used for the vegetables you are going to oil the bottom of the tray with a bit of olive oil then spread out your dough to all corners. it may take a few tries, oiled dough is slippery. to this! add a very thin layer of pesto.

“but saph!” you say, “this doesn’t sound like a pizza”

hush. stick with me.

on top of the pesto, sprinkle some parmesan cheese. or pecorino, or cheddar if you’re really desperate but the first two work way better

then!!! you arrange the vegetables Like So:

this is very important. we are ensuring each slice gets some of each Thing. also make sure you remove the skins from your peppers after they are done roasting please and thank you.

next you’re going to cut some mozzarella into twelve even pieces. put one piece on each mound of vegetables. then sprinkle with salt, pepper, italian seasoning and a sprinkle of balsamic if you feel like it. (as a balsamic hater, it tastes amazing on this)

should look like this:

then bake. at 500F. for around 13 ish minutes. the edges should be browned and the cheese should be bubbly.

remove from tray. cut into twelve Equal Squares (as guided by the cheese and vegetable piles) and consume.

this recipe has converted people i know into red pepper stans. it’s joined nations together. it’s delicious. make it. love it. consume it.

all hail pesto pizza

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Saturday - snowbaz - 772 words

Saturday evening had found Baz sitting in his aunt’s apartment, while she was out God knows where doing God knows what, eating toffee flavoured ice cream and watching romantic comedies instead of going out to clubs with Dev and Niall. 

Just as the main character gets down on one knee to propose, Baz’s phone starts to ring. 

Unknown Number. 

On any other day, he would probably decline the call and shrug it off. But he’s bored, and he’s already seen this movie. 

Baz accepts the call and waits. 

“Hello?” says the caller. 

“Hello.” Baz responds. 

“Hey, yeah. I’d like to place an order.” 

Baz is about to tell the man that he has the wrong number, but something about the voice sounds familiar. Regardless, the man continues. 

“Can we have… one medium pepperoni pizza with extra pepperoni and… Penny, what did you want?” 

Baz freezes. 

“Simon?” 

There’s a distinctly female voice talking in the background, he recognises it along with the caller’s voice. 

That’s who the voice belongs to. 

Simon. 

Simon Snow. 

The love of his life whom he hasn’t spoken to or seen since their graduation five years ago. 

Simon didn’t hear him previously, but the moment he comes back, he continues his order. “And a small veggie pizza, no onions. And a bottle of pepsi. You got all that?” 

After some stumbling over his words Baz finally forces out, “Wrong number.” 

The line is silent for a very long time. Baz has to check that Snow is still on the line. Before finally, “You’re not Papa John’s?” 

“No, I’m not.” Baz replies, a little amused. “Surprising as it may be.” 

“I put in the number from a takeout menu.” 

“You put in the wrong number.” 

A few moments of silence as Snow presumably checks the number he called. 

Baz finds himself smirking. 

“Fuck.” Simon says softly, “I am so sorry, mate.” 

Baz shrugs. “Happens to everyone.” 

“Right, well.” Baz is kind of disappointed. He doesn’t want to hang up but he can’t blame Simon for not wanting to talk to a random stranger he accidentally rang up. Except he’s not a random stranger, is he? They shared a room for eight years, shouldn’t Simon be able to recognise his voice at least a little? 

It’s then that Baz makes an impulsive decision. 

“Have a good evening then.” Simon says. 

“You as well, Snow.” Baz replies and promptly hangs up. 

He waits a few moments, his eyes on the TV but comprehending nothing. 

And then his phone rings again. 

Same number. 

“Hello?” Baz answers. 

“How do you know my name?” Simon says instantly. “I never told you my name!” 

“I’m offended, Snow.” Baz smirks, “Do you think my memory is that bad? I know yours is, seeing as you can’t recognise the voice of someone you shared a room with for eight years.” 

Dead silence. And then— “BAZ?!” 

Baz has to hold the phone away from his ears as Simon screeches. 

“BAZ, IS THAT REALLY YOU?” 

“Yes, it is me. You can stop screeching.” 

“I can’t believe this! It’s been so long!” Baz can hear a grin in Simon’s voice, which is surprising since they weren’t exactly friends back in school. 

“Did you order yet?” A voice calls out from Simon’s end of the line. 

“Penny, it’s Baz!” Simon replies. 

“Basil?” Loud footsteps, shuffling. And the phone is snatched. “Hello?!” 

“Hello there, Bunce.” 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Basilton Grimm-Pitch!” Baz finds himself smiling, remembering his manic academic rival. She sounds like she’s grinning too. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, or— well— um— a welcome sound.” 

Baz chuckles. “You too, Bunce.” 

“How long has it been? Six years?” 

“Five.” Baz responds. “And I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you that I graduated at the top of our class, much to your chagrin.” 

“Oh, you haven’t changed a bit.” He can imagine her rolling her eyes and smirks. 

“Give me back my phone!” Some more shuffling on the phone and the phone is snatched again. “You go order our dinner!” 

Sounds of Penny laughing as she walks away. 

“Baz?” 

“Still here.” Simon sighs in relief. Baz isn’t sure why. 

“So how have the last five years been treating you?” Simon asks. “Still a git?” 

Baz grins. 

They stay on the phone for hours. Simon’s pizza arrives and gets eaten. Baz’s movie finishes, another starts up and not a single scene is being comprehended. Penelope chimes in on their conversation every other topic, and Baz gets a glimpse to what Simon’s new roommate life is like. 

He finds his boring Saturday night to be the best he’s had in a while. 

[perfectday1972]

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[outromoonyy]

"You bought the entire building?"

"It was a sound financial investment," Sirius said quickly.

Remus stood by the glass, holding his mug of tea and watching a team of goblins magically board up the bakery across the street. "Sirius, you hate real estate."

"People change."

"And I liked that bakery." Remus took a sip of tea. "The bloke who works there always gives me extra éclairs. Just yesterday, he was telling me I have nice eyes, and he asked if I wanted to get dinner—"

Sirius’s hand twitched, and the teacup he was holding shattered into a dozen pieces.

"Which is exactly why the place had to go!" Sirius snapped, vanishing the shards with a flick of his wand. "The man was giving you free éclairs. Do you know what that means?"

"That he was nice?"

"No, it means he wanted something."

Remus blinked. "I think he was just being polite, Sirius. He seemed very genuine."

Sirius made a noise that definitely wasn’t human. He marched over to the window, pressing his forehead against the glass as he glared down at the now-jobless baker standing bewildered on the pavement. "Polite? He touched your hand when he gave you your change on Tuesday! He lingered! For three entire seconds!"

"I think he was just trying not to drop the sickles," Remus reasoned, completely missing the jealousy radiating off his best friend. "Anyway, it’s a shame. Where am I going to get my bread now?"

"I will bake you bread," Sirius blurted out. "I will hire a team of personal, highly-trained French chefs to live in your kitchen. You will never need another carbohydrate from that idiot as long as you live."

Remus looked at him, deeply confused by this sudden passion for culinary independence. "Okay. If you insist. What are you putting in the building instead, then?"

"A warded facility for very dangerous carnivorous plants," Sirius growled, watching the baker walk away. "If he wants to give you another éclair, he can risk losing a limb for it."

Remus paused, his mug stopping halfway to his lips. "Wait."

Sirius froze.

"You weren't with me on Tuesday," Remus said slowly. "How did you know he touched my hand?"

Sirius turned slowly from the window, looking suddenly cornered.

Remus looked at the boarded-up bakery, then back at his friend. "Sirius... did you buy a building just to stop me from going on a date?"

Sirius swallowed hard, his gaze flicking away for a moment before returning to Remus.

He locked eyes with him.

"And I would do it again."