#*stupidly smiling*

[officalgeorgestaniel]

as per the tags on my previous reblog, i would like to write a himbo George fic cos that is the vibe that he brings to the function.

[peekaboo6293]

put your head on my shoulder…

[itagakimizuki]

PIT BABE 2 (2025) 2.08

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[girldriveroscar]

silent communication comp :,)

[sabxhere]

Smooch!!! + Ah yes, The Traditional Family™ (I just like drawing them all together, family portrait style), GIGGLING💖💖💖

[lifemod17]

[ezrasdeepestdesires]

Really need someone to dumb me down and talk to me all patronising, telling me I’m so much cuter when I’m brainwashed, instructing me to rub my boycunt like a good little idiot and emphasising what a stupid horny loser I am until I cum my useless brains out

[robo-dino-puppies]

dragon age 2 | fenris

[veevoosh]

no thoughts, just ms foxington <333

GOSH I JUST WATCHED THE MOVIE LIKE 5 DAYS AGO AND THEY ALREADY ANNOUNCED A SEQUEL FOR IT GRAAAHHHGDDHHFJGG IM GONNA EXPLODEEEE /POSITIVE !!!!!!!

[theeyeofeverything]

Ever since i saw Jietong soft smiles i never stop thinking about how Jiequan would look like with one. And you know the only reason why he smiles stupidly soft, yeah Ofc it is fricking Yi, this man is OBSESSED

[in-my-loki-feels]

@silentxsymphony and I's Sharperton agenda continues! Please check out this absolutely amazing piece by @wolfpup026 of Benedict Bridgerton and Sir Thomas Sharpe sharing a sweet moment together. The detail alone is making me crazy, not to mention the softness. 🥺😭💕

Aaaaand to compliment this gorgeous art, there's a little scene below the cut. You can find other snippets featuring these two in my Sharperton tag or on ao3. (Come, join us... 👀)

Benedict sighed. He was not sure why he had indulged this whim to pick up the brush again but it was clearly a foolish idea. The still life taking shape on the canvas was very still indeed, lacking any element that might draw the eye or hold one’s attention. Perhaps packing away his art materials after that disastrous stint at the academy had been the correct impulse, after all. 

“When I saw the door was open, I feared I would find you with your head bent to more boring correspondence,” said a familiar voice behind him. Benedict turned. 

Now there was a sight more full of life than anything he could ever capture on canvas. Thomas Sharpe stood in the doorway, his coat abandoned so that he wore only his shirt, waistcoat and breeches. His presence lifted Benedict’s spirits, at least until he realized Thomas was coming closer to inspect the painting. 

“This is quite good,” Thomas continued, in that lovely rumble that sent gooseflesh spreading across Benedict’s skin. 

“Flattery is unnecessary,” Benedict said dryly, facing the canvas again. He eyed his work and sighed. “You need look no further to see why I was accepted into the academy because of Anthony’s generous donation and not by my own skill.” 

“Or,” Thomas said, raising an eyebrow as he shifted his attention to Benedict, “perhaps the money found them before your letter did. Regardless, I will hear no more disparaging remarks.” 

He reached out to clasp the underside of Benedict’s arm, his thumb brushing beneath where the palette rested. Thomas let the touch linger as he stepped around behind Benedict, then moved his hand to Benedict’s waist. 

“It is a good start, now you need only finish it,” Thomas murmured, his lips brushing Benedict’s ear. It was the smallest touch, but it sent fire racing through Benedict’s body. Thomas often had that effect on him. It was solely for that reason that Benedict did not immediately understand what the other man was suggesting. 

“What, like this?” he asked with a laugh. Thomas had wrapped both arms around him and the heat of his body warmed Benedict’s back. His lips curved into a smile against the nape of Benedict’s neck.

“I do not see the difficulty.” A soft kiss followed the words. 

Benedict shivered and tried, in vain, to rally his thoughts again. “It is simply that I can think of other ways to more happily pass the time.” 

As close as they were, Benedict could feel the rumble of Thomas’ chuckle in his own chest. 

“As could I, my darling, but first, I would like to see you complete this painting. You have only ever been supportive of my own creations.” 

That was because the toys and gadgets Thomas put together were so clever. Thomas’ hold on him tightened, as if he guessed Benedict’s thoughts and was silently warning him not to give voice to them. 

Shaking his head, even as a smile tugged at his lips, Benedict attempted to return his attention to the canvas. It was no small feat given Thomas did not relinquish his spot, occasionally dropping a kiss to Benedict’s neck or murmuring compliments on his technique. 

“You, sir, are a menace,” Benedict said, as Thomas’ fingers ran back and forth along his waistband. “Did you not say you wanted me to finish this?” It was growing ever more difficult to concentrate with the stirring in his breeches brought on by Thomas’ touch. 

“I’m sure you have it in you to continue,” Thomas said, with absolutely no irony. 

Benedict snorted out a laugh. Not since Tilley had he met someone so delightfully playful. It was a word many would not think applied to Sir Thomas Sharpe, who maintained an appearance of quiet charm at most societal functions. A man with eyes so clear and blue and yet at times darkened by shadows. It gladdened Benedict’s heart to see Thomas showing more of this side of himself, even if only in private. 

Benedict moved his brush to the palette then paused. His growing arousal was momentarily forgotten as he looked between the painting and the bowl of fruit arranged on the nearby table. 

“I do believe I am finished.”  

He realized now that Thomas’ presence had distracted him from the doubts that so often plagued him when he stood at the easel. The finished work was by no means a masterpiece, but neither was it the disaster Benedict had seen it as before Thomas entered the room. 

Thomas was conspicuously silent behind him, also admiring the painting. 

“All right,” Benedict said with an overly aggrieved sigh, “it is not terrible.” Thomas’ hold loosened so that Benedict could move to the table and set down his brush and palette. When he turned back, he found Thomas smiling with a mixture of mirth and fondness. 

“Worthy of being skied in the Queen’s gallery, in fact,” Benedict continued, simply to hear Thomas laugh. He so enjoyed the sound and the way Thomas’ eyes crinkled with his smile. Benedict returned to his side with an impish grin as he tilted his chin up to meet the kiss Thomas pressed to his lips. 

“I suppose this means I should solicit your assistance whenever the urge to paint strikes me?” Benedict said. 

“A wise idea, indeed,” Thomas replied, taking hold of Benedict’s hips to pull him closer. He bent down, bringing his lips to Benedict’s ear. “You may even discover I am quite a willing model, should you find yourself in need of more interesting subjects to study.” 

A delighted laugh burst free of Benedict before he was silenced by Thomas’ lips once again. 

* Skied art was hung at the top edge of a wall, typically the worst place for art to appear.

[fridaydevils]

Drew OC icons for art fight >:) (they’re like the Brady bunch but ebil….)

[whatthehali]

Indiana Pacers + Glasses after Cavs game 1

[princessmacedon]

Once again, brown eyes seek rose-red, like a fox to its burrow, like an eagle to an aerie— Find her, mostly unharmed like all the rest of them, the most they can ask for in this bunker, arrayed together like needles in a sewing-box. They cannot help the way their face softens when they look to her.

"Maria!" They call out, padding over eagerly, two parts of their spoils cradled in their arms; A Heal staff, an anima spell of relative potency. They take her hand, press both into it with both of their own and hold them there, warm and alive and mostly unharmed.

"Here," and here, they smile, "I found these for you while I was out. We need to keep working hard, yeah?"

After a beat, it erodes slightly at the edges, but not for want of affection; only the usual fretting. "... But don't overdo it. We're all gonna make it back, so we should act like it."

chad traded heal (15/20) and rabbit scroll (15/15) to maria!

There is an uncommon distance in her eyes as she stares elsewhere, the turn of her head just a beat slow, the smile on her lips a slighter shape at first.

"...Chad!" But again, not for want of affection; it reaches its full bloom as she beholds him, rising from her seat, allowing them one hand as the other hovers at their elbow. Fingers curl over her newfound gifts, a ticklish note further brightening her expression with its warm hues. "...For me? Hee hee!" The giggle quite slips past her lips without her permission, but she allows it, eyes squeezed shut in the moment and narrowed fondly when it passes.

And he worries for her. The waiting hand at last alights upon his elbow, a gentle touch holding him in place as she twists around to lay the presents on her perch. Another twist to return to him and there she simply looks.

"I like you," Maria declares suddenly, certainly. "I like you a lot," she says again, just so he can be sure. Her head tilts to one side, hair curtaining over her shoulder, and something sparkles in her eyes -- grateful, if touched by a sort of sorrow.

"I like your pretty eyes. Your shiny smile." She pulls her hand back to herself and catches his along the way, clasping it in both. "This kindness."

A breath in, and then at last -- a breath out. Her head feels clearer again.

"Thank you for bringing me these, Chad. Hee hee... You showed up right when I needed you!" Back and forth, she swings their hands to an easy rhythm, grin at bloom once more. "But, can I ask you one more favor? Tell me some things you like! It'll make planning your birthday present that much easier, heeheehee!"

[teddybeartoji]

i don't even wanna think about the ego boost he gets when he makes me laugh