Silverlynxcat

Hey guys! I'm Silverlynxcat, [Or Kays] an Art and Film Uni student. I'd love to direct and edit, but I also enjoy illustration and graphic design.
I predominantly write porn fanfiction, and I am an avid Rush/Rathunt shipper & writer. When I have the time ;3;

I'm always happy to talk, so please don't hesitate to ask any sort of question or even just send a note to say hi! (。⌒∇⌒)。

owlmylove:

ships in which someone speaks English as a second language (◡‿◡✿)

ships where that someone slips into foreign swearing when upset (◕‿◕✿)

ships where that someone moans out foreign endearments when they’re with their lovers (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

SHIPS WITH BILINGUAL LOVERS (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧*:・゚✧

3 hours ago on October 21st | J | 63,932 notes
lithium-knights:

I can finally put my hair in a bun ♡ #updo #makeup #selfie #plaid #hipster #personal #toomanyhashtags

You look like Keira Knightly, how the fuck do you do that o.o

lithium-knights:

I can finally put my hair in a bun ♡ #updo #makeup #selfie #plaid #hipster #personal #toomanyhashtags

You look like Keira Knightly, how the fuck do you do that o.o

8 hours ago on October 21st | J | 9 notes

mrslauda:

behind the scenes snaps from ‘Rush’ via Ron’s Twitter

11 hours ago on October 21st | J | 33 notes
anothermindpalace:

I hate the BBC

anothermindpalace:

I hate the BBC

1 day ago on October 20th | J | 21,515 notes

mrssylargray:

"Ich glaube ich habe einen  fotografen abgeschossen. Das ist mir jetzt total unangenehm "

 thanks to hotspocker for the original German text, I take personal responsibility for the bad English translation :)

1 day ago on October 20th | J | 35 notes

More fanfiction could be on the way, I’m procrastinating like hella

1 day ago on October 20th | J | 1 note
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Aww thank you you <3

1 day ago on October 20th | J | 0 notes
This is a tumblr hug. (✿づ◠‿◠)づ Pass this to 15 of your favorite blogs to let them know that you love them!


Aww thank you, ilu too! <3

When you see it: Hot girls edition!

1 day ago on October 19th | J | 0 notes

Send me a pairing and a quote and I’ll write you a ficlet about one person saying the quote to the other person

silverlynxcat:

"I adore you."
“You are adorable.”
“I’ll protect you with my life.”
“I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me.”
“Storm is coming.”
“You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Give me a sign!”
“I want yo be your friend.”
“I need you.”
“I hate you!”
“Get over it.”
“That was rude.”
“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”
“You are my enemy.”
“I like when you smile.”
2 days ago on October 19th | J | 43,936 notes
Ahh all of those are such good lines for them hehe so how about "Give me a sign!" Launt//


Give Me a Sign
Written for this prompt list (X)

James had been in a state of flux for much longer than he was comfortable with.

He was a man well versed in the many facets of social and sexual interaction; hell, he was the arrogant and cocksure bastard who more often than not riled anyone he came into contact with, and yet he could charm and flatter his most vocal opposition with a charming half-smile and a wink. His prowess was evident in the way he and Niki had gone from bitter outspoken rivals to somewhere more like friends, and that was exactly his problem.

He was a master and manipulator of body language, and Niki fucking Lauda was nothing but one big mixed message. He had never thought of short, skinny, buck-toothed Lauda as anything other than at first an annoyance, then a competitor, then a respected rival, and finally something akin to friend, but then he’d caught Niki staring at him, not in the usual ‘You’re a belligerent child’ way, but in way that was much more piercing and pensive.

Then he would seek James out after every race the Brit sailed home the winner, and congratulate him, with a level of sincerity that would leave James disorientated for the next several hours as he tried to work out Niki’s motives, because they weren’t friends were they? But that was what friends did; it was more personal than one driver merely acknowledging the superiority of another.

And then came the smile. When James thought he finally knew where they stood, Niki had unravelled all his work by looking at James and giving him a sliver of a smile that made his eyes light up and his teeth protrude in a ridiculous way that was not at all endearing. And to make matters worse, this became a familiar greeting, and one, James noted with ever growing uncertainty, that Niki didn’t appear to give to anyone else.

He had never seen Niki in a particularly sexual light - he wasn’t even sure Niki knew sex was a rather pleasurable activity, as opposed to a necessary means of reproduction - and yet by the time the younger man starts touching him an inordinate amount, patting his back, bumping shoulders, and generally being with James at any spare moment, James is choking on the desire to throw Niki against the nearest wall and fuck him until they’re covered in sweat and come and the blissful ache of rough, vigorous sex.

But he doesn’t, because as far as he can decipher they’re friends, despite the inconsistencies that mercilessly taunt him. And this just reinforces the fact that James now irrevocably wishes they weren’t, if only so the signals weren’t such a mess.

After another day in close confines with Niki’s dry wit, dorky little smile, light-up eyes, and his habit of standing so close James could feel his body heat and smell the yoghurt on his breath, he has to find an empty garage to vent his frustration.

He storms into the abandoned space and in a fit of pique drops to his knees and yells “GIVE ME A SIGN!” with his arms thrown up in frustration. He startles when he hears a snort behind him.

“You are such an overdramatic asshole,” Niki drawls from the doorway, looking on with undisguised amusement at the scene he’d stumbled upon. James swears and scrambles to his feet in a fluster, unaware of the Austrian purposefully stalking towards him until he finds the man suddenly crowding his space, wearing that insufferably smug smirk that James wants to punch him for.

However any wise-ass excuse he could have offered was lost when Niki promptly grabbed the front of his McLaren overalls and pulled him down into a fierce kiss that was sure to bruise. James’ jaw slackens in shock and Niki invites himself between his parted lips, undeterred by the lack of response as he works his mouth hungrily against the blond’s.

James blinks slowly when he’s finally released, eyes darting to follow the motion of Niki’s thumb as he swipes it across his lower lip to remove a glimmer of saliva, able to feel the warm puffs of Niki’s breath across his face from their still-close proximity.  

“Is that a clear enough sign for you?” the Austrian asks huskily, breaking the silence with his guttural accent. And James can finally feel himself regaining control of his motor functions as he clicks his jaw shut and licks his damp lips with an air of deliberation.

“There is still the possibility of a miscommunication…” he says at last with his voice rough with arousal, and he can feel the sentiment reflected in his cock when a sinfully slow smirk stretches over Niki’s lips. This time he’s prepared when the man pulls him down into another scorching kiss.

2 days ago on October 19th | J | 18 notes

fionagallagherrr:

leave kudos to fanfiction writers. bookmark their fics. give them reviews. let them know you enjoyed reading their fic. its really important do it

2 days ago on October 19th | J | 55,586 notes

nadayoghurt said: Launt smutty poetry omg. We should so make it a thing. \o/

I have a feeling mine would descend into a ridiculous pornographic limerick;

James would often think with his prick,
And boasted it was impressively thick,
But alas it went bust,
After too hard a thrust,
And poor Niki fell off his dick

I spent too long on this omg

2 days ago on October 19th | J | 7 notes

Internationales Auto- und Motorradrennen am Flugplatz Zeltweg 08.1973  Formel Ford C 1600-Rennen Niki Lauda (rechts) gratuliert dem Sieger  via Technischesmuseum
Internationales Auto- und Motorradrennen am Flugplatz Zeltweg 08.1973 
Formel Ford C 1600-Rennen
Niki Lauda (rechts) gratuliert dem Sieger

via Technischesmuseum
2 days ago on October 19th | J | 15 notes

omfg, I legitimitately have this issue with unintentially RHYMING MY FUCKING SENTENCES. I mean, fucking look at this;

1) unaware of the Austrian purposefully stalking towards him until he finds the man suddenly crowding his space, wearing that insufferably smug smirk that James wants to wipe from his face.

2) James’ jaw slackens in shock and Niki invites himself between his parted lips, undeterred by the lack of response as he works his mouth hungrily against the Brit’s.

It doesn’t help ‘Remember The Name’ is playing in the back so of course I read them to the beat \(-___________-;)/

2 days ago on October 19th | J | 6 notes

silverlynxcat:

Hiya guys, thanks for pausing to read this! Basically I don’t want to write a lot because this isn’t about me, but my very good friend paopuketsu. She’s one of the most persevering people I know, with a difficult home life and a daily battle with crippling anxiety and other significant mental…

2 days ago on October 19th | J | 18 notes