#*sips tea*

[horseproductions]

obsessed w her

[vro0m]

Not enough art about Ferrari drivers getting haunted and/or fucked by a godly Ferrari horse and not enough art about Redbull drivers getting haunted and/or fucked by a godly Red Bull. Btw.

[eternal-sunflowers]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

i was tagged by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe (thank you!) to share something from my WIP pile. i missed wednesday, so we're doing a lil wip thursday moment! good way to start off wip weekend

pulled this from the songfic i started last month that i didn't finish in time, but this idea is still kicking strong. *smacks keyboard* got ideas for these bad boys

Billy jumps up yelling, hands wiping down his dampened face and hair. Somewhere behind him, the bartender laughs, calls out for security. Steve’s eyes widen as he slowly disentangles himself from the scene, taking several measured steps back. That’s when he tunes in to whoever threw the water. A mess of wild black hair and dusty leather stands back to him facing Billy. “The fuck is wrong with you, Billy? I go to the bathroom for two minutes and you’re fucking having a shot with some asshole pretty boy?” Steve bristles. “Hey, I’m not an asshole, man. I was just sitting here.”  The leather whips around, angry brown eyes narrowing at Steve for half a second before blowing wide. He stammers out, “Coulda fuckin’ fooled me, man, taking drinks with my boyfriend.” Steve gulps, brain short circuiting at how beautiful this person is. He blinks, watches the leather eye him slowly up and down, a similar look to Steve’s own plastered on his gorgeous face.  “I was just trying to close my tab and leave after my boyfriend stormed out.” Steve gestures at Billy, who’s fucking laughing, arms crossed across his chest, water droplets splattered across his white t-shirt. “Your boyfriend slid up and bought me a drink that I didn’t even want – that I was rejecting when you walked up, actually.” The bartender slides up then, gesturing at them as a few security guards walk over. “He’s right, Eddie. Billy bought two tequilas to split with…” They look over, mind going blank as they stare at– “Steve. My name’s Steve. And I’m leaving.” Steve shakes his head, pushes past a laughing Billy, a stunned Eddie, and several nosy bar-goers. 

i'm tagging @hbyrde36 @asexualasshat @yesdangerpls @runninriot @ataliagold @wynnyfryd @wheneverfeasible and @felixir-of-moths to share something from a wip :) if you want to join but i didn't tag you, please do! love reading and supporting the writers who live in my computer <3

[dickgraysonfr]

Hi you are being kidnapped please do not resist :)

...Alright

[cryzdust]

i officially noted all your stuff.

you now have the dusty musty and crusty luck.

Darn.

I mean, thank you. Have a nice day AND break. :)

good luck scaring others

[askunwantedguestnarrator]

[Ahh I just saw a new TSP account and wanted to interact.]

May the Narrator tell us more about his character design? Or if they have any special powers or anything?

What about how closely related they are to canon? How much headcannons do they have? Are they still working via canon facts or a separate AU?

[Excuse the long questions, I'm interested and came up with these on the spot]

Sending my regards to the older gentleman and the rest.

anywhoosies, thank you so much for the question, Kat!

[unknown-ends]

Heliotrope. 💜💜💜

[Made up fic title]

You find it ironic that the heliotrope is your favorite flower.

You laugh, but there's no joy in it, no delight in the boisterous sound of it, no lightness in the sound of your giggles.

A warning, a premonition, a prophetic sign so big and obvious, staring right at you.

Deep devotion and eternal love.

Clytie, left behind for another woman by the one god she loved, wasting away for days before turning into the sun turning flower.

What a cruel fucking joke.

You were so blind, so naive to think that the sun would ever look back at you.