#(But it counts)

[kairithemang0]

Hmmmmm

starcanwrecked (and maybe pulp) song tournament

every single song....

hmmmmm....

#starkid #like #id make it #it would take forever #but i'd do it #team starkid #tin can bros #tin can brothers #shipwrecked #shipwrecked comedy #ik shipwrecked only really has the stuff from headless #but it counts #so like if there's interest #i dunnoooooo

[snuffysbox]

my Tav and Durge and their boyfriends

#gortash is technically their ex #but it counts #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tav #durge #the dark urge #gale dekarios #astarion #enver gortash #artsy stuff

[jessieren]

I’m joining @too-antigonish with the view that it’s still Friday somewhere (possibly only in my head right now…)

So for your enjoyment here’s an extra tongue fidget

Just for you

Happy weekend all

#shaun evans #itv endeavour #endeavour morse #fidget friday #but on Saturday #hey who’s counting #it’s Friday somewhere #maybe only in my head #but it counts #that tongue thing #tongue fidgets are now a thing #hot damn evans

[bohioeveanga]

¡¡¡Feliz 38 a la Leyenda de Zelda!!!

Happy 38th to LoZ!!!

#ok i know I'm late #but it counts #happy 38th to zelda! #and i had this drawing for a while for a shirt design but opted out #took me this long to post this here #link #legend of zelda #zelda #my art #loz 1986 #zelda 1986 #link 1986 #legend of zelda 1986 #redraw

[radioactive-earthshine]

I also think Impulse 1000000 and Superboy 1000000 should kiss. That would be less gay than the canon fact that the 853rd century Impulse likes to just hang out inside Superboy.

#konbart #bartkon #superpulse #look this counts #i know it's not really them #but it counts

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

If still wanting Soft Yearn prompts how about this for Curtis and Honey:

interlocking your fingers while holding hands

I just adore these two so much and often mind myself thinking about them. You have completely brought them to life and so happy you share with us!!

THANK YOU BABES. Sorry this took so long but I have been in a slump for the longest time. Thank you so so so much.

CURTIS AND HONEY DRABBLE

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

You couldn't say you liked this, cause you were letting Curtis lead you forward completely blind.

And every step forward, even with his hands heavy on your waist to guide you made you nervous in that kind of way you knew you didn't have to be scared, but you were. "Curtis." Your tone wavered a bit as one hand was held out front of you and the other was clutching at his wrist.

"Almost there Honey." He let his lips brush against your ear and his broad chest pressed against your back, making you feel reassured that he had you in his hold. "I promise to make this worth the surprise."

Another voice sprang up, you heard Ella's voice spring from out of nowhere, making you jump back into him. Luckily Curtis was ready for it and his hold tightened on your waist, keeping you steady. "Curtis, would you just show her already!"

You itched to pull the blindfold off, behind you, you could hear Curtis give a grumble at his cousin as he moved you a few steps to turn you in whatever direction he wanted. "You weren't supposed to say anything Ella." You felt his hands at your face, sliding the blindfold off and lights made you blink a few times rapidly.

"You never told me those were the rules Curtis." Ella snapped back from behind you while you started right at the otter enclosure at the local aquarium. "But surprise!"

You glanced around the completely empty room, save for you three and the otters swimming up to the glass and then darting away once their curiosity was done. "What's going on?" You were doing the math in your head, counting the hours since closing. "You guys are closed."

Ella laughed and Curtis grinned at your slight bewilderment as you looked between the cousins, waiting on an answer. "Exactly! Curtis wanted to see if you two could get the private tour. Im gonna be busy setting up new displays with Cole. And Paul from security is wandering around, but you two shoo, go exploring."

"She's serious?" Your tone raised a bit in anticipation, Curtis witnessed your features go from confused to excited. He tilted his head in a let's go motion.

"Very Honey, we have the whole place to ourselves this time."

Your hand slipped into his, allowing him to pull you along, back to the beginning of the aquarium where the main map was, allowing you two to decide where to start.

From the next room, you heard Ella's muffled tone "Don't forget there are cameras all over this building! and the Exit's are alarmed!" You muffled a laugh, heat creeping up your cheeks at her referring to the previous visit before Christmas. Curtis chose not to answer but did toss up a middle finger in the direction of his cousin while disappearing around the corner.

"I can't believe you did this..." You started and Curtis shrugged, not realizing what you were implying.

"It was nothing Honey, Ella let me know that she was gonna be here half the night setting up and-"

You shook your head, tugging him gently to stop. He turned to face you with a quizzical look. "No, I mean this Curtis." A wave of your hand around the aquarium. "That you would even think to do something like this for me at all, regardless if you were able to or were not. I mean the first time I just considered myself lucky at all but twice..." You could feel yourself starting to choke up at the very sentiment of it all.

Curtis let his fingers weave with yours then, finally what you were saying clicked in his mind. Gently he had you step in closer towards him, his other hand free to touch your face, a light grasp tilting you to look up at him with a gentle touch of his fingers under your chin. "Pretty Girl, this is what you deserve, okay? I saw how much you loved it the first time, and I always planned on bringing you again. Later down the road, we will visit more till this place is as much yours as any other place you love."

You stared at him in silence for a moment, your words seemingly lost to you for a second as you let what he said sink in, your fingers tightening with his, relishing in his touch, trying to come to terms with being in this kind of relationship, one where you mattered. "Thank you... for noticing me." You said softly and Curtis pressed his mouth to your forehead, letting you go enough to embrace you and wrap you up in his arms.

"Noticed you since that day you stepped off that bus and introduced yourself Honey."

#life is short so make it sweet #curtis and honey #soft prompts #i made it soft #and i couldnt stop myself #it was supposed to be soft but damn #curtis x honey #amber writes #sweater writes #finally wrote something #small #but it counts

[unknown-echo]

smg4 autism….. i adore them….

#my art #smg4 #smg4 fanart #smg3 #smg3 fanart #kind of #hes like. barely there #but it counts #lol #anyway #new hyperfixation #save me #/j #why the fuck does twitter crunch my bits #worst rver #so mean

[more-better-words]

💘 Trip x T’Pol, of course!

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

@candiedsumire, I haven't forgotten about you. :)

It was a question Hoshi had been dying to ask for weeks now. She knew she shouldn't. She knew it was nosy, and unprofessional, and none of her business. Yet she wasn't sure she could stop herself. And since she and T'Pol were alone in Command, this seemed like the perfect time to ask.

"I understand if you don't think it's appropriate," she said, "but...that fingertip touching thing you and Commander Tucker do...that's a Vulcan expression of affection, right?"

T'Pol gave her a long look, eyebrow hovering at the point just below disapproving. "Yes," she said simply, and returned her eyes to her console.

Maybe she was feeling gossipy, or maybe she'd just run out of shame. "So does that count as Vulcan PDA?"

"PDA?" T'Pol looked back at her. Now she looked curious.

"It's an acronym. Public Display of Affection."

"Ah. I suppose that it is." T'Pol was thoughtful for a moment. "Although from what I have witnessed of human affectionate displays, I would think the Vulcan variation would be considered quite mild."

"Oh yeah," Hoshi chuckled. "Of course...there are some displays that viewed as appropriate to the time and place, and others that...aren't."

"Why engage in an inappropriate display?"

Hoshi thought about that. "Because...the people involved are enjoying each other enough that they don't care." She shrugged a little. "Because it's transgressive, I guess. Sometimes it's fun to be shocking."

"I have noticed that tendency in humans," T'Pol said, still looking thoughtful. "It is fun," she repeated, seemingly to herself.

She appeared to be ruminating on that, so Hoshi returned to her reports, only to be surprised by the other woman activating the comm. "T'Pol to Tucker."

"Tucker here. What's up?"

"Commander, could you come to Command, please?"

There was a bewildered beat, then he said, "I was just up there half an hour ago."

"I am aware. This will only take a moment."

Another confused silence. "Alright. Gimme a sec."

Hoshi leaned back in her seat. Whatever T'Pol was up to, she couldn't shake the feeling this was about to get good.

Trip appeared promptly, a series of questions printed in bold face type across his expression, none of which were answered, because T'Pol was waiting for him. She reached for the back of his neck and kissed him. And not just a polite peck, either - she was obviously being thorough about it. Trip was tense with surprise for only an instant before leaning into the kiss-

And then he seemed to remember where he was and what was going on.

He took a step back. "Um...hi. What the-" He looked over her shoulder towards Hoshi, who saw no point in trying to hide her amusement. "Hey, Hosh." She wiggled the fingers of one hand at him, grinning. He looked back at T'Pol, who shrugged slightly.

"PDA," she said, as if that explained everything.

Trip looked back at Hoshi. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

He passed a suspicious look between them, before throwing up his hands in confusion, and hitting the door panel. Hoshi waited until he'd left before doubling over with helpless laughter. When she could finally breathe again, she saw T'Pol back at her console, as if nothing had happened.

"You were correct," she said. "I believe that was fun."

#thanks for the ask! #fic #trip x t'pol #so ultimately T'Pol dared herself #but it counts #right? #star trek enterprise

[helianskies]

NedSpa for 22?

a 🍪 and a forehead smoochie for anon!

Rest

A voice, somehow so loud yet so soft, penetrates the sanctity of his dreams and cries out to him, “Wake up!”, a command that startles him so violently that he nearly falls right out of his chair.

It takes him a moment to realise and remember where he is: at home, at the kitchen table, at ease. Antonio takes a breath. His eyes find Abel through the haze.

“Sorry,” he says, apologising meekly for what he assumes must have been another bout of microsleep. He’s been having those more often lately, and always at such rude and inconvenient times. “You were… saying something? Before?”

Abel, however, seems to already be over their previous conversation. Their dinner continues to cook in the background, sauce simmering away along with the other’s patience.

“This isn’t good for you,” Abel remarks after the pause.

“Tell me about it,” Antonio returns, trying (perhaps futilely) to keep the mood light, “I don’t think I can take many more heart attacks before I drop dead for good…”

“I’m not joking.”

“Neither am I.”

“Antonio.”

It’s stern, sharp, serious. It’s all the things that Antonio doesn’t want—things he knew were coming.

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Abel asks him over the table. This has become an interrogation, and Antonio is not really a willing participant.

He says, “I got as much as my body let me have,” and diverts his attention towards the food. The potatoes are still boiling. He wishes they’d boil over and give him an excuse to get up, to keep busy, to do anything other than this again.

“You still haven’t gone to see a doctor, I take it,” Abel muses, not really needing an answer. "Is there a reason?"

Antonio bites back a sigh. "You know," he says, "that human doctors can only do so much for us."

"Hasn't stopped you from popping pills before."

"That—"

Antonio is stunned. He's impressed, but also wounded.

"That's beside the point," he replies, struggling to stay composed. "A doctor can never find the problem. They just give us a temporary fix and usher us back out of the office…"

Abel hums. "Then maybe you need a different kind of doctor."

"…That's not fair."

"They might help."

"You promised me you'd never bring it up."

"I only promised you that when I thought you were doing better," Abel tells him sordidly, however. He doesn't say it in a mean way. He doesn’t… mean harm, or to cause upset. He's doing it because he cares, Antonio reasons with himself, even if… that doesn't make it easier to listen to. "You've gone to one before," Abel adds, "you'd know if it helps."

"I don't need to see a— a shrink," Antonio asserts, wary. "I'm okay. It isn't unusual for people like us to struggle sleeping! Even you have your moments—!"

"I wouldn't suggest it," Abel bats back, "if I wasn't worried."

It's like a final blow, a final strike—the last nail in the coffin that Antonio finds himself lying in, barely able to breathe. Abel doesn't look angry. He doesn't look disappointed. He just looks… tired. Tired, like Antonio, yet in such a different way.

This is a back-and-forth they've been having for a while. Antonio knows Abel is only trying to look out for him (mostly because the Spaniard gave up on doing so himself a long time ago) and he wishes the other would lose his compassion, sometimes. He didn't deserve the care. He didn't deserve the concern. And especially not from him.

The pot bubbles. The water sputters and begins to spill. Antonio silently thanks the universe for its intervention and gets out of his chair in a hurry to rescue his stove. Only, in the process, he knocks his knee, kicks the table leg, and almost trips over his own feet; Abel is quick to prevent him from toppling over (God, why did you have to make him so… him?) and tells Antonio to sit back down before he hurts himself.

Antonio has neither the energy nor willpower to argue with him further.

Abel takes the potatoes off of the heat and turns down the ring. He mutters to himself—no doubt huffing about the mess he'll insist on cleaning himself—and Antonio in the meantime settles again at the table, elbows up, head in hand.

He… understands, to some extent, where Abel is coming from. It's a wonder he managed to prepare dinner without losing a finger…

"Just think about it," the other says, a mind-reader. Antonio is tired of his wisdom for now… "I know you don't want to hear it," Abel adds, "but we both know what your demons are."

"Nice… Nice choice of words…"

"But you understand what I'm saying. As tough as they seem," Abel goes on, "you don't have to face them alone. João has told you the same. Even Francis has told you the same. So now I am telling you the same. I don't… want to seem pushy, but of everyone I know, you really are your worst own en—"

Abel ceases. The only sound in the kitchen that remains is the gentle sound of the stew which, after a few moments, Abel turns off so that sound, too, eventually fades.

Antonio is asleep again. He's reluctant to disturb him, this time.

He feels bad for having done it in the first place, truth be told, but there's a point to be made. He isn't well. He isn't himself. But Antonio's stubbornness is undying, and Abel knows that although you can lead a horse to water…

…Dinner can wait. It can wait a bit longer. As uncomfortable as it must surely be to sleep whilst sat at a table, the fact that he's sleeping at all is perhaps not a gift to snuff at, now.

Abel doesn't have the heart to wake him twice.

[ wordcount, 977; prompt list here! ficlet collection here! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws spain #hws netherlands #nedspa #i mean it's like the subtlest of subtle #but it counts #love making ned a worrywart with a reluctant patient haha

[mousegirl-cheerleader]

Tgirl tummy tuesday :)

She/her have a nice day

#my face #I actually took this like last Thursday #but it counts #I’m so fuzzy

[not-krys]

Six Sentence Sunday: Nurture

I ran out of time last WIP Wednesday to post my latest in progress thing (I'll post it this coming WIP Wednesday), but it is Maddie's bday soon and I felt bad if I didn't post something for the occasion, so here's the entry for this month's prompt, Maddie edition.

Regular WIP Wednesday warnings apply here today too: Raw, unedited, incomplete writing that cuts off suddenly, original character featured, fluff, Maddie confusing Harr with future tech, etc. I know it says 'six sentence' Sunday, but... obviously, this is longer than six sentences. I don't care, it's Maddie's bday month, she deserves more than six sentences.

My masterlist!

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Most of his life, Harr preferred the quiet. Quiet to study to, bird song at his window, the sound of dip pens scratches filling the silence. The Magic Tower was quiet too, in the areas he worked in, only the occasional hum of magic filling anyone's ears.

Then, there was the loudness to punctuate his quiet days. Sirius's laughter as he patted his back, mostly with more than necessary force. Lancelot's quiet chuckle at Sirius's antics. A festival in Central celebrating the coming spring. Lancelot's booming declaration of war. The screams in the Magic Tower. Loki's cries in the night whenever the rain pounded on the roof. His own cries when he felt the magic burns on his arm and in his eye.

As much as he had preferred his quiet life of scratching pens and song birds, it was one he couldn't go back to, even if he wanted. He absently scratched his arm, the bandaging starting to chafe his scars.

He sighed and stood up, intent on looking for the first aid kit and change his bandages.

Then, his ears picked up on a small sound, not unlike his morning song birds.

"Dearest broom~ Beloved little broom~" he peeked around a corner, spying Maddie with her arms out in front of her, her palms up in a welcoming gesture. Opposite her was a regular, humble broom, bristles made of straw and dry brush with a slightly crooked handle. Maddie's eyes started glowing red.

"Lets sweep up the room, my little broom~"

Harr watched, waiting to see if anything would come of the little magic song. Incantations weren't unheard of in Cradle to use magic by, it just wasn't as common as using magic crystals. Harr had been fascinated by Maddie's magic, a combination of her Alice powers of shielding magic along with this strange knack for making inanimate objects move or lucky just by singing in the object's general direction. He honestly wanted to study it more, but, as Maddie had been living most of her life in the Land of Reason, she didn't have enough of a nurturing environment to develop her powers very far, aside from maybe the rare influence if she concentrated hard enough.

Now, however…

He held his breath, watching as the broom rattled, shaking against the chair it had been leaning against.

"Please, little broom~" Maddie coaxed in a gentle voice, "let's sweep up the room together~"

The broom continued to rattle, as if held by an invisible hand, struggling to pick up the broom.

Maddie took a single step back, moving her hands in a pulling motion, willing the broom to come towards her.

His eye widened as the broom moved forward on it's own. Maddie moved another step back, the broom following her. Maddie grinned pierced ear to pierced ear, a squeak of laughter escaping her.

Her joy didn't last long as the broom stopped, frozen in place, and started to fall. Maddie leaped to catch it before it hit the floor, and sighed. Harr smiled softly and entered the room, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You're getting better." he said.

"You think so?"

"Yes." he nodded, "you couldn't get it to move at all before."

"I'm getting that much closer to Cradle's version of a roomba." she said quietly but proudly.

"A roo-what?"

"A roomba. It's a self-propelled vacuum that-"

"Vacuum?"

"Ah, a Land of Reason thing." she tried to explain, "It's… like if you combined a broom with a… a rubbish bin! Quite the useful tool."

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen revolution #ikerev oc #harr silver #madeline fleming (oc) #wip wednesday #it's not wednesday #but it counts

[you-misunderstood-the-beatles]

HE FLIRTEDDDD

#just a little bit #but it counts #i've been waiting 2 months

[jolteonmchale]

joel’s home run at the 2022 mlb celebrity softball game

#i know no one cares #but he's in this year's game too #because it's in seattle #and i'm extremely excited #joel mchale #july 8th! #it's an inside the park home run #but it counts #sort of #andre ethier being a little bit too aggressive with his friendly shove #you can buy a joel mchale dodgers jersey #it's tempting #he's number 26 because he's been married for 26 years #i guess he'll be number 27 this year? #i was not right about this #pb

[completeoveranalysis]

[4]

~Seresu Spoilers Once More~

Actually I’m going backwards a bit because I really want to talk about Fai. How he chooses THIS. Right in this moment. It goes by so quickly but he figures out that something is deeply wrong and TOSSES Mokona and RUNS into battle. 

He doesn’t have to! His mission is just to accompany them on the journey and make sure it gets done. Evil Wolverine specifically mentions in this sequence that Syaoran having a soul or not is irrelevant to that task, and that’s why he never bothered to get a new clone in the first place. So if Fai was only thinking of his own goal all he had to do was sit around like the rest of X/1999 and watch it happen. 

BUT INSTEAD HE ACTION DIVES HEADFIRST INTO THE RESERVOIR AND FIGHTS TO SAVE SYAORAN’S SOUL SPECIFICALLY

HE TRADES HALF HIS MAGIC AND A TRAGIC INJURY, ALMOST DYING IN THE PROCESS, TO TRY SAVE SYAORAN’S SOUL, that he doesn’t even need for Fai’s goal to come to fruition. Because Fai has decided that his own goals are less important to him than Syaoran’s wellbeing. 

Kurogane wasn’t even there to see it happen but Fai chose his family so hard that it changed everything. 

#Judging the X/1999 cast though #once again #More so later than in this moment but still #Tsubasa Catch Up Chronicle #Catch Up Acid Tokyo #Catch Up T118 #Tsubasa #FAI ACTION DIVES IN #and we don't get to see it #BUT IT COUNTS

[melancholiaenthroned]

omg wait i should draw karl w my other fave guys w long hair and sunglasses

#tyler and midnighter only wear sunglasses in my own personal vision #(​and lobo vs the authority christmas special 2005) #but it counts #poison.txt

[starlightnavis]

HELLO BANKITA NATION I COME BARING GIFTS I love them a whole lot

(credits below)

Makoto & Yu by elina002, Xelandis, ATLUS

FIRST IMAGE Stage by はまち Poses by me M4Toon2 by linearstar Starry Winds by Celestial-Spells PixelEdgeBlur & SelfOverlay blur by o-tamon Atmosphere Stillness & Zeal by 黒 Post4Color by めめ PostMovie 1 & 3 by Beamman SECOND IMAGE

Stage by okip12 Teddy by JoanAgnes Presents & guitar by OniMau619 Lights by 三河足軽Ｐ Poses by me M4Toon2 by linearstar Autoluminous by sovoro ikCinemorph & iklenseghost by ikeno Post4Color by めめ Atmosphere Occur & Against by 黒 PostMovie 2 & TrueCamera by Beamman LikeHDR, SelfOverlay soft, PixelEdgeBlur by o_tamon

THIRD & FOURTH

Cat ears by UnluckyCandyFox, Starlight-Enterprise, NCsoft Blush by giza and nekorpg Stage by TOUKO-P Poses by me (no effects on these two, blue bg was made by me tho)

#mmd #persona 3 #persona 4 #bankita #makoto yuki #minato arisato #yu narukami #souji seta #squishy creates #catboy #kitaban #in one image #but it counts #big fan of the idea of yu making him all blushy #but also i like the idea of mako making yu blushy too #in the next one they shall SMOOCH #but also have u tried making models kiss in mmd its so HARD #minyatoverse #technically