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[clawsfangs]

Opinion on Hidan

*my lips touching the mic*

sexy

[dgalerab]

blessedhunk replied to your post: messofmesses replied to your post: ...

Richie voice: If William Billiam Denbrough puts my character through the emotional wringer, do NOT prosecute. He caught ME slipping. That is on ME

interviewer: so you seem to have had some animosity with your friends on the red carpet, what was that about?

bill: they know what they did

richie, in the background: damn he’s right we do know

[inkytsuki]

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Here u go my love ❤❤❤❤❤🥺🥺🥺🥺

[starharrington76]

Prompt: 11, Steve and Nancy to Jonathan pls?

☆ Jonathan shifted nervously and pulled a little at his tux. Joyce caught sight of his actions and gently swatted at his arm. 

"Stop worrying, you look amazing." She reassured him and Jonathan huffed out a breath. 

"Are you sure?" Jonathan asked. "I mean, I know how Nancy'll look and Steve always looks-" 

"You look good." Will said, cutting him off before he could begin salivating over Steve's appearance. It wouldn't have been the first time it happened. 

Jonathan inhaled and nodded. "Right. Right. Yeah. No, yeah, I look-" 

Will frowned as he paused. 

"No, I should go brush my hair again." Jonathan said hurriedly before rushing to their bathroom. Will was only left to roll his eyes and Joyce chuckled a little before heading to the kitchen to get the tea kettle off the stove. 

Will didn't get the fuss about all the dances- sure it was fun, but if he wanted to go dancing with his friends he wouldn't need to take a special day to, he'd just go do it. And why anyone would want to hang out in school when there was no real reason to was beyond him. 

The doorbell rang, shaking Will out of his thoughts and he went over to open the door. Standing outside of it was Nancy in a red dress, with her hair pinned up and red splashed on her lips and Steve in a suit with a red rose fixed to the lapel. 

Steve grinned and reached over to ruffle Will's hair. "Hey little Byers, how's it going? Drawn any robots lately?" 

Will smiled playfully. "Not since you asked yesterday." 

Steve laughed and Nancy smiled at him fondly. Usually Will would make a mental face of disgust but it was different with Steve and Nancy because they were will Jonathan. So Will knew they weren't being overly affectionate on purpose, they just genuinely loved each other. 

"Come in, I think Jonathan's combing his hair for the seventh time." 

Nancy raised her eyebrows and Steve snorted and they both stepped into the house. Joyce peeked out from the kitchen and gasped loudly. 

"Oh my God! You guys look amazing!" She exclaimed, her hands fluttering excitedly. "Your dress Nancy, oh my-"

Nancy looked down at it with a grin. She turns a bit, showing it off. "You like it? Robin helped me pick it out." 

"It's beautiful."

There was a creak, which Will knew to be the sound of the hallway wood when someone wanted to sneak into the living room. Steve looked up and his eyes widened. 

"Speaking of beautiful-" He murmured. 

Will turned to see Jonathan standing there with wide eyes as he took in the sight of Nancy and Steve. He turned back to see Nancy and Steve looking at Jonathan with wide eyes. 

"Jonathan, you look...amazing!" Nancy gasped, stepping forward to hook an arm onto his. Steve was not far behind, all large smiles and flushed cheeks. 

"You think so?" Jonathan asked nervously. 

"Dude, when has Nancy ever been wrong?" Steve scoffed, throwing an arm around Jonathan's other shoulder and pressing a shift kiss to his cheek. "You look so good." 

Will watched as the tension drained from Jonathan and he smiled at them both. "So do you guys." 

There was the click of a camera and Joyce grinned triumphantly. 

"Perfect!" She exclaimed. "I know that you're the photographer of this family Jonathan, but I'd say I have some skills." 

He snorted. "You taught me everything I know mom." 

A couple of days later there was a new collection of photos on Jonathan's wall. 

There was one of Steve, in the middle of a dim, strobe lit gym, trying to balance three cups of punch and a plate of chocolate-chip cookies. His hair was wild and he had his tongue sticking out in intense concentration. There was one of Nancy, mid twirl by Steve. They both had their eyes shut tight- Nancy's dimple clear and Steve's growing smile lines prominent. 

And then there was one of Nancy and Steve clinging to a blushing Jonathan, both of them looking at him like they couldn't get enough. Jonathan's cheeks were red and his mouth was wide open in a huge smile, looking happier than Will has ever seen him. 

Maybe school dances wouldn't be so bad. 

[bookkbaby]

I know this is cheating but I couldn't just pick one fic. So: for just feeling good and warm and fluffy, I always go back to your series The Lists. To feel validated I always turn to Castiel is Having None of Your Heterosexism Today, Thanks. But the series that reaches into my soul and turns me into that gif of that lady pushing back from the table while saying "Wow" and crying? That would be Until Only A Scar Remains

Feel free to cheat all you like, omg

hugs tightly. thank you so so so much, darling. Not only for your compliments on The Lists (which iirc were based off some lovely listfic by dumplingdean? Someone correct me if wrong) and Castiel is Having None of Your Heterosexism Today, Thanks (which was SO MUCH FUN to write) but most especially Until Only a Scar Remains.

Scar is the fic series nearest and dearest to my heart. It's not one I hear back about often, but it's definitely the one that means the most to me when I do. So thank you. Hugs again!

[oceanswife]

bisypha replied to your post “sounds like you're the sad one if you're still posting publicly about...”

your ex-roommate sent this

god mal said the same thing and I believe it but honestly...I hope not that creeps me out honestly lol

bunnykiiss replied to your post “sounds like you're the sad one if you're still posting publicly about...”

I agree with bisypha..lol Whats sad is when u block someone, stalk their blog, and send them anon hate in attempt to make them seem ""sad"" when in reality youre bitter theyre happier without you in their life !!!

oh my goodness! cara...this tea...it’s scrumptious! u HAVE to send me the recipe! my word!

blessedhunk replied to your post “sounds like you're the sad one if you're still posting publicly about...”

Dghhj that was my first thought too...and if it's not well...people really do be that rude huh, in the year if our Lord 2019 A message to anon: terrible. take a lap.

u heard it here anon! I want u out on the track in five!

[stargazershiro]

I need to know if "fringe" is entirely about Keith being thirsty for Shiro's little tuft of hair, be it in a horny or fluffy way afhjjb

fringe is actually a really complex au that @pann-kook and i developed where shiro and keith are both wolf shifters living in an odd futuristic setting where things that should be new and sleek are run down - think cowboy bebop. it’s an abo au where shiro is a doctor and one of the few medical professionals who acts as a medic for those living on the outskirts of the city - a place known as the fringe. most shifters live in the fringe, as shifters are detested. shiro, though, has managed to hide his true nature and live among the humans inside the city. the fringe is so incredibly dangerous: gangs and drugs and and famine. it’s a tent city, nothing permanent. keith is a more aggressive shifter who has lived in the fringe his whole life, along with his gang of shifters: lance, pidge, and hunk. i

t’s a really intense au, but one im glad to have been a part of

ask me about any of my wips!

[kvgvne]

YOU HAD TO KNOW I WOULD ASK ABOUT "HONRY ON MAIN" WIP KFSKDHA

DARLING CRISTINA

agfgashfas this wip is actually quite sfw, it’s a dump of my favorite klance tropes (with my take on it, ofc!) it’s Yet Another galtean klance au where Prince Lance loves irritating the pretty (and prickly) Galran ambassador who rarely attends political functions.

He hears him before he sees him. He’s never been subtle, especially so in situations like these.

“Hello, Keith, fancy seeing you here,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips. He’s closer than Keith had expected, and his heart jolts. He coughs and leans away, not without noticing how good Lance looks tonight. His blue markings glow in the dim Hall, accentuating his eyes. His hair is slicked back, revealing glitter around them; it mingles with the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks. The effect is stunning, like starlight. The suit he wears is a deep navy that hugs his form, with a sheer formal Altean half cape draped over it. He leans back, too, waiting for Keith to reply.

“Ah, Prince Lance,” he begins, trying to hide the dry edge in his voice, “always a pleasure.”

You can ask me about my wips, if you’d like!