#idon'tknowhowtotag

[mostboringfemaleever]

No thoughts, head empty, only Mateo and Rufus

[nerdylocksandthethreebears]

so idk if you're still doing it but I saw on a blog you're taking short prompts? if you're still doing it can you do Peter and Tony playing truth or dare?? please & thanks

Hello! Yes I am taking short prompts, thank you so much for sending me one! I hope this isn’t completely different from what you wanted 💕 

Tagging @starkeristheendgame and @silkystark

“In case you hadn’t noticed Kid, I am not 14 anymore, and neither are you. We are not playing fucking truth or dare.” Tony said, running a hand over his face, this not being the pillow talk he was expecting. Peter was still tightly wrapped in his arms, chest to chest. It didn’t take long before Peter started talking again, it would take more than a good fuck to shut him up, practically as soon as he got his breath back it was a ‘Soooo, Tony. I have an idea.’ all dragged out in a way that tells Tony exactly how long he has been waiting to bring up said idea.  

Tony and Peter had been officially together for a few weeks, once they got over all of the bullshit that kept them apart for years beforehand. Or more specifically, Tony’s bullshit that kept him holding Peter at arms length for years. Peter helped Tony feel again, helped him accept that sometimes it doesn’t matter if you are a mess, you still deserve to be loved. It was a long road, full of tears and arguments, false threats of walking away and drunken phone calls begging them not to, but they got here, right to this moment where Peter was giving him the most adorable puppy dog eyes he had ever seen and his heart melted. 

“Oh but Mr. Stark-” 

“Tony. Jesus Kid, you just took my cock, we are most certainly on first name terms.” 

“If I ask nicely, calling you Tony, can we please play truth or dare?” Peter asked and there was that glint in his eye that Tony wished he had missed because it is was his downfall every single time. 

There was a long dragged out sigh as if Tony was fighting with some will power he didn’t have, “Fine. But it better be nice.” 

Peter sat up on his elbow so he got a better look at Tony’s face, “Please please please, Tony-” And with every please he leaned in, saying his name just as their lips brushed, “Could we please play truth or dare?” He asked in barely a whisper. 

The willpower Tony did have wasn’t armed against a pretty thing in his bed begging so nicely, he never called himself a saint. Closing the gap and hand against Peter’s hip gently pulling him closer. It took a few moment’s but he answered the question with a firm, “Dare.” Because they both knew he wasn’t scared of making a fool out of himself. 

Peter whined, looking up at him again, breathing slightly off again from the kiss but neither commented, “No, you are meant to say truth. I have some- Tony.” 

God, it was his own fault for arming him with that word, the whine of his name from Peter’s lips made him utterly defenseless. “So truth or truth. Maybe just say it is an interview next time, Kid.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Fine. Truth.” 

Peter grinned at him, adjusting himself so he was an inch or so further back, just enough to look at Tony properly, “First question, how long have you know you love me?” He asked, confident and matter of fact. 

Tony almost choked, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to gather his thoughts. The question might not have been so alarming if they had actually admitted it to each other before. They both knew the feeling was there but saying it aloud was another thing entirely. “Wow Kid. Normally you start with a warm-up question, maybe, have you ever kissed someone before? Who do you fancy?” 

“Mr. Stark I am being serious.” Peter said quietly, cheeks tinged with the perfect shade of pink. 

“So am I, Kid. Well, if you want an honest answer… Shit. Love?” Tony asked quietly, looking off at the wall behind Peter; trying to really think, and Peter let him, resting there silently on the bed. He watched as a small smile tugged at Tony’s lips, “Right, do you remember back when you came home after college? When you- yes that night- when you called me at 3 am because no taxi would take you home in case you puked everywhere?” He asked, finally making eye contact with a currently cringing Peter. “You were sat in my car drunkenly rambling about nothing, but you were so excited about everything. I noticed it more after that, while you were sober. It never mattered what it was, you are so content and positive with life, and you’ve had some shit happen. I don’t know, listening to you talk about how pretty traffic lights are at 4 am made me realise I loved you. Hit me like a truck, kid. But I don’t know how long I have loved you.” He breathed, and suddenly the mood shifted in the room, because it was rare for Tony to bare his heart like this, and a serious answer wasn’t what Peter had been expecting at all, as Tony could probably tell from the shine in his eyes. 

“Tony…” Peter breathed, knowing pushing too much further might ruin the admission, and he thought it was perfect how it was because it was Tony. He reached up to cup his cheek, pressing a tender kiss to his welcoming lips and it felt like the most intimate thing they had ever done, including the things this bed had seen. 

Tony cleared his throat, kissing Peter once more with more a peck, pulling back, “Right, truth or dare?”

Peter was holding onto the moment, hand still stroking Tony’s cheek, looking at him with nothing more adoration in his eyes, “Dare.” He breathed without thinking. 

“Hm, can it be sexual? Because I am leaning towards some more adult games.” Tony said while wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously. 

Peter flopped back on the mattress, moment completely ruined but a laugh escaping his mouth, “I hate you.” He grumbled, arm going over his face. “Love you too, baby.” Tony grinned, diving in for another kiss, making Peter giggle but of course he returned it.

[destiel-fic-rec]

Good Hands by aileenrose

Word Count: 13,238

Summary: Cas is the owner of a failing—and falling apart—B&B.

Dean might be able to help with that. Dean’s good with his hands.

Comments: 9/10. So sweet and fluffy, not an ounce of angst. Dean finds a run down bed and breakfast when he’s lost on the highway, and he offers to repair it for a couple of days. That couple of days turns into weeks and then months and then forever. I love how the author showed Dean’s to do list throughout the fic, it’s really cute and so sweet, especially the last one. It’s incredibly cute and fluffy.

[gogh-insane]

[raving-raven-writing]

The Candle

There is a candle inside each of us

For some it burns bright and strong For some it burns meek and barely visible

For some, the fire is snuffed out before  the pleasant aroma can begin to fill the air

Stuck in a loop of being lit, only to be snuffed out again to soon Lit, Snuffed Out, Repeat

Each time missing the opportunity to shine To provide warmth, to give off enticing aromas

Every candle is worthy of being struck by a match Every candle is worthy of being lit to burn until it is nothing but a puddle of wax Burn brightly Burn weakly and humble Burn and let the candle aroma fill the air

Burn and let people know you are there The candle inside you can become a roaring fire Don’t let it be snuffed out too soon

_____________________________________________________

Yeah, so I don’t know where this came from. It was just there in my head so I wrote it down. I haven’t really written poetry in at least two years, so I’m probably a bit rusty. But poetry is also not my forte of expertise, that falls onto prose, short story writing.

[rubydracogirl]

I love Ink’s redesign so very much. His pants were fun to draw, and I really, really love that he’s barefoot.  A big thank you to @cuddlyquiche for her help in tweaking his pose and the clothes! You’re amazing, dude, I love you! 

[screwtrapdaemon]

OK LISTEN UP WITCHES

Tumblr imploding and some witch blogs have gone down.

YOU on the other hand are probably rushing to write down information from your saved blogs and liked spells. We’re under limited time and we need something faster!  If you have chrome use this https://www.printfriendly.com/ This Extension grabs a page and turns it into a PDF. Keep in mind that If there is too many pictures, or if the post is comprised of several reblogs the Extension won’t work well. Good luck!

[rawrsatthetree]

Have you ever wondered why you're not more popular on tumblr and then scroll through your old posts and realize "oh, that's why"