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ANNOUNCEMENT
I will be moving all of my art to @exhausted-companions
My art on this blog is entirely buried and overwhelmed by my constant reblogging. Art already posted here will remain up, but any new art will be posted there.
Love me Flambae who can't flirt for shit when it comes to Robert, but HEAR ME OUT—Flambae who IS actually really suave and good at flirting because you don't get that many hookups just on accident.
Flambae had been attracted to Robert for a while. It wasn't initially obvious, especially not to himself, but after everything, he's come to really respect the guy. And Robert is attractive, in his own scrappy way. Flambae likes him, he wants him.
And it doesn't really matter whether or not Flambae really knows he genuinely likes the guy. He starts flirting, a gentle lilt of his words, a sly tug of his lips, a tilt of his head, warm fingers brushing against his nape, lingering just a little too long.
Robert notices immediately and ignores it for the most part. When it didn't stop, he started bantering back, just a little. Nothing that ever crossed the line.
It was enough permission for Flambae to dial it up a little. A hand on the small of his back, squeezing just the slightest before pulling away. Flambae leaning down to whisper something into Robert's ear, or leaning down to listen when Robert has something to say.
Always that smirk on his lips when their eyes meet, and maybe a wink or two thrown in.
When they bump into each other in the locker rooms right out of the shower, Flambae greets him with a purred, "Hey," and a searing gaze that rakes slowly down his body, appreciating.
Robert is appalled.
"What is this?" He demands, suddenly furious. Chad blinks, surprised, as he dries off his hair.
"What is what?" He asks innocently, tilting his head playfully again.
"Stop that." Robert huffs, a scowl on his face. "Don't—Don't treat me like one of your hookups."
Chad pauses, eyes widening. "You think that's what this is?"
"Isn't it?" Robert is furiously stuffing things into his bag to leave. "I don't want to be treated like a toy."
"You're not." Chad wraps a hand around his wrist, stilling him. "Robert."
Robert doesn't meet his gaze. His lower lashes are wet, Chad realizes. Not from the shower.
"Robert." Chad softens his voice, tilting the shorter man's jaw up with a warm hand. "What's wrong?"
Robert chews his lip and doesn't answer, his eyes refusing to look at Chad.
"Robert," he tries again. "Why are you crying?"
Robert takes a shaky breath. "Is that all I am to you? A hookup? Just—" His voice cracks, "Just someone to pump and dump and be over with?"
"No," Chad is appalled Robert would think that. "Of course not. I-I care about you, Robert."
"But you keep—" Robert huffs, "—you keep fucking flirting like you want to get in my pants."
"I do though." Chad admits quietly, almost chastised.
"I don't want it to be casual." Robert looks stricken.
Chad laughs now, more at himself but Robert looks utterly offended. He jerks his head back sharply, preparing to leave. "You know what, fuck you—"
"No! No, I mean—fuck." Chad hurries to tug Robert back towards him, wrapping his arms properly around him. "I like you, Robert. I don't want this to be casual either, if you don't want it to be."
It's criminal, how fast Robert relaxes into that. "Really?"
"Yeah." Chad smiles, pressing his cheek against Robert's, breathing in his scent. "We're dating now, Robert. Just so you know."
Robert laughs quietly at that, a gentle shake of his shoulders. He fully leans into Chad's embrace now, rubbing his cheek against Chad's stubble. "Jerk."
"And we're very exclusive," a kiss against Robert's temple as the shorter man giggles, "just you—"
"Okay—"
"And me—"
"Okay—"
"Exclusively—"
"I get it!" Robert tries to escape the flurry of kisses being pressed against his jaw and neck. "I get it, okay."
"Mm, do you?" Chad asks slyly, smiling into his skin. "I think I might need to prove it a bit more."
He loves the way Robert laughs merrily at that, the way Robert has his arms wrapped around his shoulders and fingers playing with the hair against his nape.
He'll prove it to Robert for the rest of his life just how much he means to him.
Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum
This hands down the best comment in the notes, I will not be taking criticism.
Imagine that your knowledge of the once-lost Earth is limited to religious stories, legends about the past, rare and hard-to-find texts and images, and one tree you've seen in person... And then you're given access to nature documentaries. Would you choose sleep over watching movies?
Simon rejected sleep.
Simon is afraid that everything will be taken away from him again(((
"why the hell are we in space?"
Supernatural x PHM x Iron Lung (because I can)
Part 2 is posted !!
so are we keeping our glasses on or off during sex
glasses on or off during sex
on
off
i do not wear glasses (u better rb this)
things in fic I'm used to people kind of faking their way through writing about:
the city of los angeles
the city of new york
sex
how drinking alcohol works
how getting high works
how a child of any age speaks
how nuclear physics work
how [my job] works
how debilitating being shot in the shoulder is
how hypothermia works
things I have never before seen someone fake their way through writing about, until today:
what french toast is
read through the notes on this one trust me
Here's some of the notes, starting with the things multiple people brought up:
SHRIMP COCKTAIL:
banahbanah: #flashback to that one fic where Peter Parker frets about drinking shrimp cocktail because of the alcohol
generaldeliciousness: adding: what a prawn/shrimp cocktail is
#why is your character turning it down because they're under 21 #do you think prawn cocktail is a cocktail #this lives in my brain rent-free constantly #the rest of the fic was so normal #and good enough that i'll still re-read it #but bro
And then many, MANY, people wondering if this was actually authour mistake, since Peter really would do this!
POMEGRANATES:
zhajhassa: #haha where's that post that was like someone describing someone eating a pomegranate but they ate it like an apple
thornhands: #once someone wrote persephone biting into a whole Pomegranate #had to stop and stare at a wall for a minute
sungsingsanguine: I once saw someone very confidently write about a character eating slices of pomegranate.
FRUIT TREES:
zagreuses-toast: #given a very endearing glimpse into a writers blindspots by seeing them describe someone sitting under a ''pineapple tree''
salatrash: I remember something about picking watermelons... OF A FUCKING TREE
baander: #cranberry trees
DOUGH/BATTER:
maycelium: #I'm a chef so I'm really used to people not accurately describing how to cook food #But I was surprisingly flabbergasted when someone was writing making a cake and was kneading it. Which uh #Not necessary for cake. It was interesting for sure but just bizarre
livebloggingmydescentintomadness: #the one that drove me nuts was when a character set aside a batch of PASTA DOUGH 'to rise' #pasta doesn't have yeast!! #it does need to REST but it will never RISE #you do not want an airy crumb on your noodles
lovesodeepandwideandwell: #THE ONE WHERE THEY MADE COOKIES BY LADLING BATTER INTO A TRAY
Some other topics:
Yep, I made a frutiger aero soft soap alien… 💧🐠🤍🫧🧼
That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science
Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?
ok so this would be my vision for the cigarette cake x
Finally finished this comic! For my simon first au, ofc
Grace recovers enough to be more aware of his surroundings and... there's another human!? Its Simon's turn to be seen as biblical :)
send this to all the fags in your life
and send this to all the dykes in your life
I know it's a bit vague exactly how the timeline of Iron Lung compares to the timeline of PHM, especially given they're in different universes and such. But I kind of love the idea of Simon actually being from the distant future in an alternate timeline compared to Grace. Like, Grace is from 2023ish, and Simon is from like 2300s or something.
Mostly because that much time means that the languages humans speak would definitely have shifted. Probably to the point that whatever Simon speaks would be completely incomprehensible to Grace. Especially given that Simon was born on a whole other planet. Sure, they have a few words that are the same. Enough that they can tell that they're both speaking languages that are probably related to each other. But nothing close enough to be able to communicate easily.
(Except for the swear words. Those definitely haven't changed, there's just more of them now and Simon is more than happy to demonstrate that :D)
So Simon shows up, completely feral, and he and Grace can't even talk to each other. Grace is stuck pantomiming and drawing pictures and putting on puppet shows with Rocky's models to try to explain things to Simon, who is definitely freaking the fuck out. He's backed into a corner, shooting Armando looks like if the robot comes near him he'll try to bite its mechanical limbs off.
And then Grace has an idea. Music! Music is soothing, and tunes can stick around for centuries and still be recognizable. Maybe this will be how they communicate! So he quickly grabs one of his many laptops and starts frantically searching through the vast media library, trying to find a song that he thinks might still be around and recognizable in 300 years.
fem merthur. that’s it.
Went down the bloodymary rabbit hole last night bc my grandmas dog kept me up and this is the result.
I based his carapace on cinnabar bc not only is it bright red and very pretty, it’s the main source of liquid mercury aka Eridian blood, and has been associated with immortality in ancient China. It just felt so perfect hehe.
Very important to me that Simon essentially comes from an alien culture from grace’s pov.
I imagine the way you express gratitude or well wishes in Eden has to do with the tree also, a more formal expression might be ‘May thy body rot and nourish the soil and join the creator in eternity,” but in casual speech it gets shortened and sounds. very unsettling. To those not in the know.
I also think Simon isn’t technically speaking English, it would sorta be like a modern person trying to talk to someone speaking in Elizabethan English-like you can kinda understand it, but you gotta really focus.
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