#hey…..

[mewtwcs]

friends and I cooked up a hunger games au

[mayowayo]

ok uh I just heard smth downstairs crash and break

[tinogiehd]

I used to be in multiship spaces and I remember the day the cheating fic dropped like 9/11 because the georgeburs (no, I wasn’t a georgebur but I was in spaces with them) went horsewild about it cause there aren’t many good georgebur fics and they tore it to shreds in group chats because of the dnf ending. Anyways that’s why I’m a fan of your writing now, I hated that fic because my friends hated it until I read it and then I subscribed to you on ao3

[terriblyinf1uenced]

i died for a second there my bad

[anmaries-moved]

It is a sticky heat that rises from the dance floor; bodies upon bodies moving in tandem, aching with each sway in anticipation for the slightest touch. the desire is red-hot, a burning flame that prickles the back of rogue’s neck, forming small droplets of perspiration. so palpable is this want, so infecting. rogue is not immune to such a disease. her want has always been too hungry, too needy. it claws at her chest, frothing at the mouth, whining. to be touched — to be known from her touch, and not just the worn leather that sheaths her true flesh.

in the midst of the mob, she catches the midnight black of zatanna’s hair, and forces her way towards her. elbows are thrown, feet are trampled — she doesn’t care. “ heya sugah.” is what rogue starts with, and she is met with a smirk, a tease.

❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜ @mislusion

“ Ah can’t get drunk, so ah sure as hell hope you are, cause ain’t nothin’ good gonna come outta me losin’ mah damn mind. ” she’s nearly screaming at this point to be heard above the din; a cacophony of notes & voices that swirl into a nauseating mixture. her gaze flicks to the dance floor, then back towards zatanna — imploring their addition amongst the packed sardines. “ c’mon, let’s boogie ! ”

[sequinearc]

working on some prompts tnite :]

[holyf1esh]

good morning ♥️