#an embarrassment

[guccixcucci]

There are parts of the world where they set the houses of failed and corrupt politicians on fire and push them into rivers. Here they tell you that questioning a politician that is paid with your money is doing too much

[dapperpossum]

Valentine's Day Cheese Tag

Share the most cheesily romantic line you’ve ever written, or the most over-the-top VP you’ve done, or anything that suits your fancy (as long as it’s earnestly and unabashedly cornball).

tagged by @gortashsrighthand and @cinder-rellish181, who shared their own super sweet moments. Thank you guys!! THIS ONE WAS HARD - as Cinder struggled as an angst writer, as a crack enthusiast I too floundered 🫠 but also Val and Gortash are embarrassing af so I prevailed. Gently tagging anyone else with a little V-day fluff and cheese to share!

Basically more of the scene from this other WIP

Val frowns, setting down the seeds he’d been sorting to come around the counter, “When was the last time you slept?” Enver shrugs, too tired to try pinpointing something as slippery as time. Behind him, the door closes with a wave of Val’s hand. To his delight, that same hand cups his jaw, turning his face for Val’s assessment. Whatever he sees makes his brow furrow, lips pressing together unhappily. Enver basks in the comfort of the moment, his own lids dropping shut. Something tense within him unclenches, bringing attention to every ache his body can muster. “Come on,” Val murmurs, and though he mourns the loss of contact when the other steps back, he marvels at the way their fingers slide together when Val takes his hand instead. He follows the other in a haze, led like a lost child.  They end up in the back, that wonder of space full of grass and dirt. Enver drifts, only coming to when he’s shoved onto the couch. “Take this off,” Val commands, tugging on his clothes. No level of exhaustion could stop the flash of heat at having the other trying to undo his belt, so Enver does as asked. “Gladly.”  He smiles when Val snorts, helping him shuck the heavy leather of his coat off, “As if you could even get it up right now.” Enver has a terrible, growing suspicion that he might, even if it killed him, but he lets the matter lie in lieu of a relieved sigh when he’s finally freed of his stiff outerwear. “Stay.”  Tipping his head against the back of the couch, Enver chuckles, brain swimming, “Bossy.”  He loses seconds. Minutes. Treaties march behind his eyes, schematics full of tangled lines and dry, legal propositions. “Drink this.” That he takes the cup and does is a testament of his trust. The tea is warm and smooth, distinctly medicinal. Finishing it saps the majority of his strength, but by the end his temples have stopped throbbing and his stomach has eased. Where before exhaustion had been sickness, now the world has gone soft and syrupy. Golden. Or perhaps that’s Val. He blinks at the man knelt between his legs. There’s a glow about him, a warm amber energy that resonates in the hands cradling his jaw. Without thinking, Enver drags one to his mouth, lips pressed to the lines of Val’s palm. He’s rewarded with a flush across the bridge of Val’s nose and fingers carded through his hair. Everything dims, his eyes unable to remain open. “Sleep, Enver.” Vaguely, he recognizes he’s being maneuvered to lay down, knows that it’s Val tugging at his boots and covering him with something soft and warm. He breathes in once. Exhales. Then knows no more.

[dickkgraysons]

Just went into my Google photos to find this as top people: me, my wife, anthony gordon & my best friend

[solardrop]

Top 10 on repeat tagged by @aureatelys 💛

Tagging @hotchology @dudeitiskarev @bruceewayne @divadepreshawn

[diagnosed-ocd-oracle]

Me and my younger selves have weird and completely individual relationships cause I’ll hold my 9 year old self close to my heart and kill and live for her, but the bitch who wore my face for the first semester of college?? She can fucking choke and die I don’t know her

[allofuswantgwinam]

it is actually pathetic asf that i go to the gas station all the time but can’t even get the fucking courage to shoot my shot to this dude

[morgana-ren]

‘Tomura Shigaraki is single handedly the largest threat to Japan and possibly the world at large. A ruthless killer without conscience, without mercy, without remorse. He will not stop until he sees the destruction of all we hold dear and our society brought to its knees in a crumble of ash-“

Tomura Shigaraki: