#((Like i finished with my assignments

[heartorbit]

always by your side

[amelia-yap]

beacon stuff

[birues]

"After all, the path I once walked is now yours to finish."

[aurnadri]

cw/ needles, eyes (?)

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION

fanart for @paranormal-peri

[deoidesign]

"I'm the dog they put with cheetahs to keep them from going crazy in captivity" x "I'm the cheetah that is threatening to go crazy" 4 ever

(I make a webcomic about them)

[tomorrowillbeyou]

application for release from the dream

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃 ! Got self-indulgent here 🤭👀

(click for better quality if you're on the mobile app. don't repost.)

😳🫣

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Me and the bros

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thinking about Steve Rogers finally getting the chance to go to college post-ice and being the most fucking annoying student in a philosophy professors class

[redwitchrune]

the commanders batch and their adopted captain go to 79's

plus a little close-up :)

[starryluminary]

Old animatic from last July I think? That I never finished and now can’t finish. I figure I shouldn’t let it rot in cutecut forever

[heartorbit]

🩷💛💚💜

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // january 29 // prompt: fancy // words: 411 // cw: implied sexual content

Friday nights are date nights for James and Regulus. Usually, they’ll order food, something from their favorite Vietnamese restaurant or the Italian place down the street. They’ll get cozy on the couch and watch a movie.

Sometimes they go out. Bowling, or dancing, or there was that one time they went to a wine tasting and got wine drunk and and kicked out of the wine tasting for giggling and getting handsy under the table. They never went again.

And sometimes, they’ll cook. Most of the time it’s nothing fancy, but tonight James is looking to impress. And get laid. And the tandoori chicken he has perfected over the years normally does the trick.

Regulus is perched on the kitchen counter, keeping a watchful eye on the stove as James digs around in the pantry for the baklava he’d gotten on his way home from the shop Regulus likes. He’d gone to great lengths to make sure Regulus didn’t find it early.

“Timer’s done,” Regulus calls out from behind him. James huffs out a laugh, endlessly endeared by the fact that Regulus could get up and do it himself if he wanted to. But he’s clearly committed to the idea of being cooked for and refuses to lift a finger.

“Yes, chef,” James calls out, moving to the stove and stirring through the pilau one last time. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and he doesn’t miss the way Regulus’ eyes catch on his forearms.

“What if we opened a restaurant,” Regulus muses. His eyes track James’ every move, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“I think we’d be at each other’s throats all day, love.” James starts plating; two pieces of perfectly cooked chicken, the pilau and some vegetables on the side.

“Aren’t we already?” Regulus asks, poking a finger into the tender bruise blooming on James’ neck. James jerks away with a hiss, careful not to disturb the plates too much as he sets the table.

He shoots Regulus a droll stare. “Very funny.”

Dinner passes easily, conversation lulling between bites, ankles hooked under the table. James really doesn’t know what it is about the food, but as soon as the plates are cleared, Regulus pushes him up against the kitchen counter.

“I bought dessert,” James breathes as Regulus mouths along the line of his jaw.

“No need,” he murmurs in response. He drops to his knees, right there in the kitchen. “I’ve got mine right here.”

[martyryo]

*posts and crawls back in hell*

[captainfern]

uni’s been kicking my arse

but fuck it we ball

[komashkathesilly]

no one asked for it but i brought some very crunched mizunene