#raghh

[snarkystarseeker]

Yapper

[wolfythewitch]

Taking a class on the Epic of Gilgamesh, do you have anything you would like to say to a first-time reader

The first half is yaoi and the second half is like the musings mortality and how when we die it is what we leave behind that will be remembered and sometimes our names alone aren't enough to carry us and you may be Gilgamesh killer of humbaba, killer of the watchman of the cedar forests, killer of the bull of heaven, king of urduk, but why is your face so haunted? Why is your spirit drawn? And the answer will always inexplicably be grief and the love that binds us. You live because your name lives on in my mind and on my lips and in my chest and my heart. And also yaoi

[itsaboutbee]

I need to know if Nya had a conversation with Jay about her wanting her suit to also be blue-

And she had been preparing a whole speech on how is only makes sense because water is blue but she also didnt wanna "take his colour" etc etc

But Jay just went "OmG we can match!!!"

[imaginary-dx]

bottom dunk being an absolute jackhammer when he’s getting fucked. Bro shakes so hard his men struggle to hold him down so they don’t get pushed away. Still they can’t find it in themselves to be annoyed at all because dunk is moaning and making these sweet little whimpers on every downstroke. He also definitely forgets his size and will grab onto whoever and try to pull them as close as possible, which ouch but also his pecs are right in your face so it’s okie.😋

[burnedtoast-cb]

Wyd if nour just never gave up on Harvey and lost her mind

(Her old wedding dress :p)

Id llose my mind too-

[clovreat3r]

Would you like to hear more about our lord and saviour lord dominator

[thefinaiikiss]

Mini peachplum fic-thingy🥺

I wrote this like last year for pride month and it’s cute and I’m losing my mind so fuck it here you go

spring of 2021

Drew was still furious. Absolutely, fucking, fuming. Heart racing, blood rushing, deafening his ears. Red stained his vision, a bloody laceration that gushed ceaselessly and would mar his black hoodie forever.  

It was the day of the competition, and nobody could seem to shut up about it. He heard the murmurs around the halls, and there seemed to be a poster in every classroom advertising it. At present he was in English Lit and nobody was talking to him because the last three that tried got their heads chewed off.

But hey. So what if he was a little pissy? They started it. And he was pretty sure he had the right to be a bit of an asshole, seeing as he got dumped by his best friend. 

Prick. 

Later, he misses the concert. There’s nothing there for him anyways. 

Somehow, it’s all he hears about for days.

___

Summer of 2019

Drew wiped his sweaty hands on his pant legs, cursing at his unnecessary bout of nerves. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Jake’s house before—they’d been going to school together for months, and the quaint white building was already comfortably familiar to him. But the furthest he went was the living-slash-dining room. He’d never been in Jake’s bedroom before. That was a big deal, wasn’t it? 

Drew cringed, reminding himself that no, it really wasn’t. He had been curious when he first went to Henry and Liam’s houses, yes, but it was nothing like this. He’d barely been anxious, and there definitely wasn’t this weird fluttering, jittery, excited-nausea that had his back sheened with sweat. Did he smell? Drew grimaced. The sun bearing down on him was a goddamn killer. 

Okay. This was getting weird now. What would Henry say if he saw Drew lingering around like this? Drew shuffled his feet in the porch, scanning his head around the quiet neighbourhood like he’d jump out of nowhere. Most likely some highly unfunny remark about how he was getting ‘shy’ (total lunacy). Liam, he would probably tell him to man up in a mock serious voice or something supremely corny like that, then spout his usual stupidity. The utter morons. 

Drew winced. Less than a minute till their meeting time. He took a deep breath, steeling himself then raising a fist and—

The white door lurched open, revealing a red-faced Jake standing in the doorway. “Drew!” He said, amber eyes a starburst of light, sun illuminating his pupils so they soared like flames. He was wearing a grey v-cut vest and jorts, a bead bracelet on his wrist Drew hadn’t seen before. His gaze caught on the skin of Jake’s torso, then the shine in his eyes. 

Drew broke into a grin, and Jake did too. “Hey.” 

They stood like that for a minute, just grinning at each other like idiots, fireworks exploding—god, what was this, some shitty romcom?

Drew cleared his throat. “So, can I come in?” 

Jake stepped back, flustered and abashed. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Come in!” 

Drew laughed, bumping shoulders with him as he entered. “Seems like someone’s missed me,” he teased, and Jake shouldered him back, looking perhaps the happiest Drew had ever seen him. The sight elicited a bubbly feeling, pride at being the cause of such glee.

The blonde just hummed, unable to quell the upturn of his lips. “Mhm.”

Jake led him up the stairs, Drew’s gaze stuck on the nape of his neck the whole time. He wasn’t replying to anything the other said, but the boy didn’t seem to mind, chatting away mindlessly. It was almost a miracle how comfortable Jake had become with him—at first, he struggled to begin a conversation, yet now he could talk so freely. 

It was only once they reached the second floor that Drew tore his gaze away from Jake’s tanned skin and took in his surroundings. The house was bigger than he’d expected—nowhere near the size of his place, but definitely larger than it looked from the outside. 

Jake looked slightly sheepish, noticing Drew look around. “I know it’s smaller than what you’re used to,” he said with a hint of self-depreciation, hand pulling at the bracelet on his wrist. Drew fought the urge to pull his slender fingers away. 

“It’s fine. I like it. It’s just like what I imagined,” Drew said, eyes raking over the light walls and framed photos in an up-down pattern.  He pointed to one in the middle, smirking. “That you?” 

Jake blushed, groaning. “Drew..”

He laughed, throwing his hands up in appeasement. “Just asking!” He couldn’t hide his glee.

Contrarily, Jake looked as if he were two seconds away from burying his head into his hands, the red flush spreading to his neck and ears.  “..Mmm. Me, Milo, and mum went to turkey for a week last year. Right before I met you, I think. I refused to leave the ocean, but I didn’t use enough sunscreen, so I got super sunburnt. Stupid, I know,” He explained, unable to hide his embarrassment. 

Drew examined the picture longer: Jake, beaming widely, shirtless and in brightly patterned swim trunks, hair the same shaggy mess as right now except damp on the ends, patches of reddened skin here and there. Honestly, he didn’t even look that bad. He looked great, actually. Really, really great. 

Jake watched him nervously, chewing on his lip like he was waiting for some great revelation. Eventually, Drew shrugged. “Nah, it’s cute. You look good. The sunburn isn’t even that noticeable.”

Jake only turned redder at the statement. “I- you think?” He stuttered out messily, to which Drew raised an eyebrow (what did I just say?). He was thankful he didn’t blush easy, because he was getting flustered despite himself.

Shit. What did he just say? 

Jake ran a hand through pink-tipped hair sheepishly. “I’m being serious: my tan line lasted for months. But uh- thanks? Sorry, no one’s ever..said that to me.” 

Drew melted, whatever tidbits of irritation dissolving at the child-like wavering of his voice. Jake seemed so young. Inexperienced. Drew wanted to wrap his arms around him and hide him away from the horrors of the real world, keep him safe and loved and far, far away from all the freaks crawling like parasites through both this town and the outside world that were eager to take advantage of it. 

Drew hooked an arm round his shoulder, determined to lighten the mood. 

“It’s cool. There’s a first for everything.” 

Alas, what he really meant was: 

“I’ll be your first for everything.” 

___

[amortusthetortoise]

FOOLS.

YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUR DOING WITH PUDDLE! HAVE U FORGOTTEN THEY ARE RELATED TO ME??? A LITERAL ELDRITCH HORROR? AND NOW THEY HAVE SOME COSMIC BLISS IDEA IN THEIR HEAD! LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN DIMENSION-