#thoughtsappear

[themagicianshea]

Title: Time Flies (When You're Having Fun)

Author: @thoughtsappear [Twitter | AO3]

Artist: Emily Peters  [Twitter | AO3]

Summary: Quentin has never been lucky in love. At the start of the new year, his father tells him about a special ability that will hopefully change that, but along the way he learns that second chances don't always work out in his favor. Sometimes it takes third chances, or even fourths.  

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[estelofimladris]

What Ever Happened to Bah Humbug? for @thoughtsappear [Twitter | AO3] ‘s delightful fic, Santa’s Secret for the @themagicianshhe.

[campchitaquamemories]

thoughtsappear replied to your post “Join the Duckling Squad (Come play with us!)”

how does one join this squad?

All you gotta do is be a fan of Hale, and desire to play! We’re gonna use #halesducklings on twitter and over here on tumblr to keep up with each other, and share fun jokes and memes and news about Hale + his projects + his MUSIC (I’m v. excited about his music) and hang out with each other.

[If you want, you can pick a fun duckling name, too, but that part is 100% optional just for funsies. @messier51 made a cute meme for making up your own, but we’ve also got (to name a very, very few for the sake of time and post space) @lizardkingeliot who is obviously Lizard King Duckling, @moemoeloveshale who is the Sweater Duckling, @highonlizardeliot who is Woo Woo Duckling, @xiuminseoks who is the Ace of Ducks, @lizard-eliot is the Wine Duckling, @ofthedirewolves is the Margarita Duckling, etc. I’m Margo Duckling, btw. Hiya!]

If you want to be added to the twitter list, just reply here and Nat (our resident Duckling List Overseer) will get your twitter account added. The twitter list is really cool bc it lets us filter out tweets by other people we follow, so we can go to the list and see only tweets from other people on the duckling squad. You can also check out the #HalesDucklings  hashtag on twitter, too! We use that a lot.

[worldofcopperwings]

sheith - soulmate au

Ever since he met Shiro, Keith has been surethey are meant to be, but there is no red string linking them together. But when Allura transfers Shiro’s consciousness to the clone body and Keith sees the red string connection forming in front of his eyes, he suddenly understands.

Shiro wasn’t ready;he wasn’t the Shiro that’s meant for Keith, but now he is.

Send me a pairing and an AU setting and I’ll write a 3-sentence fic!

[ferociousqueak]

@servantofclio, @syzara, @thisonelikesaliens, @probablylostrightnow, @continuousspec, @thievinghippo: THANK YOU, FRIENDS! I’m very lucky to have so many people cheering me on <3<3<3

@thoughtsappear replied to your post “All right, buckaroos, listen up! I spent the first half of this year...”

are you gonna do camp nano?

I’m actually not sure what camp nano is? I’ve seen references to it, but I’m not sure how it works...

@pagerunner replied to your post “All right, buckaroos, listen up! I spent the first half of this year...”

GOAL: have something coherent to send you!

*vibrates excitedly*

@janiemcpants replied to your post “servantofclio replied to your post “servantofclio replied to your...”

Wait, wait, so the 10,000 times I've seen Titanic, Vasquez was there the ENTIRE TIME??

I KNOW RIGHT? Mind. Blown.

@jeannedarcprice replied to your post “All right, buckaroos, listen up! I spent the first half of this year...”

DO IT! 15,000 words is a fine goal!

I think my record is 30k in a month, but I’m so rusty I thought it’d be better to aim for something I’m more likely to reach, while still being a challenge. I’m gonna do it :D

[onotherflights]

16 - “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

Here we go! Sorry it took so long, also will crosspost on ao3 in a min. 

It was no secret that Otabek was a people pleaser.

It was a peculiar phrase, because he wasn’t an all-people pleaser. He only cared to please the ones he cared about.

His family (in all of their extension), his closest friends, and the entirety of his country were just a few examples of the people he liked to please.

None of them, however, could’ve prepared him for the hurricane that was Yuri Plisetsky.

He had to tread lightly with this one, he knew. Be aloof, be cool. If he was ever going to catch Yuri and even get a glimpse of a chance to please him, really please him the way he’d been dreaming of for a devotional number of years, he needed to take things slow.

He needed to draw him in slow, like collecting honey.

That all worked well and fine, that is, until they fell in love.

Love had a way of stripping away any masks of aloof or cool, despite Otabek’s carefully planned intentions to keep the allure and the mystery alive. Yuri didn’t seem to care about any of that when he would peel off his skin-tight jeans and crawl up the bed with an unnaturally feline dip of his shoulders and hips.

All bets for taking things slow were off when it was Yuri that kissed him first, Yuri that lay under him and pulled him in with his arms and legs, holding him as tight as a vice.

Truly, it was Yuri’s fault. All those wistful sighs and breathy moans did nothing to quell Otabek’s need to please, it only made him work harder (or slower, or whatever it was that Yuri asked for).

Sometimes, in the middle of everything, Yuri would get this look on his face like when they were on long plane trips and he was struggling not to fall asleep. Then he would smile, just a soft curve of his lips, and immediately cover it up with a kiss or a bite like he couldn’t control the heightened state of pleasure, and Yuri detested anything out of his control.

Those were the moments Otabek knew he was doing exceptionally well, and rewarded himself extra points.

However, it was difficult sometimes when he was trying to get Yuri there, but for reasons unknown his boyfriend seemed determined to turn the tables.

They were lying in bed still in their pajamas, and kissing. It was a typical Sunday morning for them. What started out as lazy toothpaste-flavored kisses had turned more heated, with Yuri already underneath Otabek, his legs parted to fit a set of wider hips between them. Yuri was digging his heel into the small of Otabek’s back, pushing him down in a tantalizingly slow grind. His hands were occupied, one weaved into dark hair and the other pressing crescent moons into the skin of Otabek’s back.

Otabek tried to sneak a hand between them so that he could touch Yuri, but he felt his hand being subtly pushed towards Yuri’s hip rather than its intended destination. Before he could react, Yuri was moving away from his lips and traveling across his jaw to land on a particular patch of skin just below his ear, and let his teeth graze teasingly, his warm breath making Otabek shiver and gasp quietly, just a slip of air.

Yuri knew, he knew that was the weak spot. He did it all the time, and sometimes he just did it to be a dick. It was enormously inconvenient when Yuri would kiss and bite him there just before going on the ice at practice or in line at the grocery shop. Both were embarrassing places to be half hard almost instantly.

Thankfully, they were in bed already. Otabek had no hopes they would make it out of bed before nine anyway.

He wanted it, he wanted to give in. More than that though, he wanted Yuri to give in. 

“No,” he murmured, and the husk of his voice seemed to have a mirroring effect on Yuri. “I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

A feral glint of teeth and Yuri was laughing. He traced down the slope of Otabek’s nose and further down to the soft plush of his lips, lovingly going over the curve of them. When his finger fell to the bottom lip, Otabek could taste the salt of his skin and obligingly parted his lips, allowing the digit to slip inside. His smirk grew.

“Oh, Is that how that works?”

The coyness of his voice was as intoxicating as the taste of him.  

It didn’t happen so quickly that Otabek didn’t know what was happening, rather he let it occur with no resistance. Yuri extracted his hands and used them in tandem with the strength of his legs to reverse their position on the bed. Now, Yuri straddled his hips, with palms pressed flat to his chest and splayed over his heartbeat.

“Just shut up,” Yuri insisted, his fingers pushing Otabek’s soft cotton shirt up and off his chest. “And let me take care of you for once, all right?”

[femmfaetale]

♫

1) Combat Baby - Metric

2) 1975 - Smashing Pumpkins

3) The Sound Of Settling - Death Cab For Cutie

4) Punk Rock Princess - Something Corporate

5) Rittenhouse - Major League

[zeldaismyhomegirl]

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?L: What's the weirdest AU you've ever come up with?

What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

If you’ve ever spoken to me about what I love reading/writing the most, it’s angst. My WIP It’s Just A Spark all came about because I wanted to write what I wanted to read, which was Yuri Plisetsky suffering and then coming out of it stronger and learning about himself along the way.

However, I’ve also written a short ficlet called Polaroid, which includes not just one! but! two! MDC’s! I actually really love Polaroid, I wrote it in about an hour, which is crazy to me now, and it’s the only thing I’ve ever written that’s ever made me cry when reading back on it. 

What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with?Well, @tootsonnewts and I discussed a pretty sick prison au idea about digging holes and filling holes (; but honestly? I haven’t come up with anything all that crazy! I have a Georgi Sex Emporium idea I want to write when I have time, and also a legit Inmate!Yuri Prison Guard!Beka idea that I’ve been obsessing over for a few weeks now, but that’s it!