#IM SO SORRY FOR THE ENDING

[stupidfreakingthoughts]

Thinking about robin being queer and knowing she was queer and having to deal with it for her whole life. She had to research queer culture herself, and she painted her nails in that order that meant “gay person here!!!!”, and she wore a carabiner with keys clipped onto her jeans. She got a few looks from people in the hallway at school, but no one ever approached her. She never outright said anything to anyone, and she wasn’t planning on it.

That was, until Steve Harrington. She hadn’t expected, when she first got the job at Scoops Ahoy and found out that the other employee was popular, basketball playing, King Steve Harrington, that they would become close. She had a plan, going in that she would do the bare minimum to work with him. She would never purposely start a conversation with him, and she would only ever talk to him about work, nothing personal, ever.

But she didn’t expect this new version of Steve. This Steve who was kind and struck out with girls and was apparently a parent to a bunch of middle schoolers. This Steve who tried to banter with her and on the first day on the job, apologized for anything that he might’ve done in high school. This Steve who had fallen off his throne and was insecure about not getting into any colleges. This Steve was one that Robin felt she could be friends with.

Even though they were becoming friends, Robin hadn’t meant to come out to him. She had never imagined coming out to anyone, really. She had fantasized about it, sure, but it was never serious. When she came out to Steve, she was high as hell and had just gotten tortured. She wasn’t really thinking as she told Steve about Tammy Thompson, but she didn’t regret it afterwards. She was so glad when they started laughing together and when he didn’t abandon her.

Then all the shit with the Mind Flayer happened, and the mall burned down, and she and Steve had to find jobs again. Luckily, they found a job together at Family Video, and although they had the worst manager, they had a lot of free time where they could watch movies together or just talk. Every time Steve made a small comment about the girls in whatever movie they were watching or girls that had been in the store, she became more surprised about how accepting he truly was. It wasn’t just being okay with her queerness, it was full on pointing out pretty girls and making fun of her when she stared too long at someone checking out at the store. It was truly loving her for who she was, which was what she wanted for so long. She had never expected it from Steve Harrington of all people, but she was so glad that it was him in the end. Her platonic soulmate.

Still, even though she had Steve, she still wanted a queer friend. Which was why she was so glad when Eddie joined their little group. She had noticed the hanky in his pocket back at school, and she knew what it meant because of all the research she had done all those summers ago. She knew they couldn’t talk about their preferences in people to date or take to bed in the middle of this war happening against Henry/Vecna/One, so she figured she’d wait until after they got out of the Upside Down and there was space to talk.

But then, he died. And she was devastated that the first cool queer person she had found, who was loud and open and seemed really nice despite everything, was dead. And they never even got the chance to talk.

[dollsghost]

simon eats it sloppy.

through the mask, slobbering on his hands and knees like the mutt he truly is; like his only salvation is the ichor that drips between your thighs. like your cunt is the only thing that could save his wretched, blackened soul. he wants to roll in the tang that'll stay on the back of his tongue for weeks into deployment, that'll stay soaked into the fabric of his balaclava because fok no he isn't washing it before he leaves (he'll nearly tears the thing to shreds when he can no longer smell you on it).

large, calloused palms scratch over the sensitive skin of your quads and inner thighs as he opens you up for him, watches your folds part like that of a carnation (love, devotion, distinction, fascination) as he pushes your knees up to your chest. drags his tongue all over you, the creases where your vulva and thighs meet and gets you shaking before he's even touched your clit. before he's even taken the mask off. brushes his thumb over the little bud reverently, fondly. he thinks the way your thighs tremble in response is the most precious fucking thing.

and when he finally breaks watching you drip onto the cushions below, he's feral. rabid. barely gets the damned mask up to free his mouth before he's on you again, slurping up your slick and sucking your clit into his mouth. the suction is heavenly after so much teasing, and if his tongue finds its way to your ass too, that's his business. your toes curl in the air where your feet dangle uselessly, panties you're sure that simon will pocket later still around one ankle.

simon's relentless when he's like this, a dog chasing after it's favorite toy. he won't let up, won't even palm over his cock until you're at least three climaxes deep from his mouth alone. totally pussydrunk and ready for more.

[enderscribbles]

Dunmeshi request, Chilchuck and Marcille interacting? 🥺 Or standing next to each other that works too. Could be hugging, or sharing a meal/food, or…

Got a bit out of hand with the prompt XD I ended up doing a scene inspired by this fic! Based on that time Marcille Izutsumi and Chilchuck were sharing a bed in chapter 47. It felt very memorable so I tried to recreate it but I kind of went offscript because I was basing it on my recollection of the fic lmao

^Obsessed with this guy and how he lets Izutsumi use him like a hot water bottle bc it's comfier.

I think he'd hardly ever act this soft + tolerant of physical affection unless it's situations like this: When the others are too sleepy to remember it LOL

[ba1laur]

i miss goats

[kkoct-ik]

hermit+ pairing request doodle dump of varying quality

from top to bottom: grumbo, treebark, pearl/cleo, scardubs x3, mumbo/cub, (treebark)

[fudgecake-charlie]

beloved friend sent me one of scar's newer tweets and i HAD to draw it

[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[peanuttoffee]

that scene but it's young Obi-Wan falling instead of Anakin

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month

[turtletoria]

the krampus incident from the book of bill if it was out of character and stupid

[doodledrawsthings]

Yi fulfills his pinky promise attached to my 9 Sols AU

[unsurebazookacore]

watching percy pet that white gecko in ep2 with the biggest fricken grin on his face single-handedly cured my depression for the rest of the calendar year

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: in which he realizes you were the one for him

warnings: none i think !

wc: 1100

Hoshina wasn't a player. He wasn't one to say yes to everyone who came his way nor was he one to lightly pursue just about anyone who slightly interested him— not to mention he didn’t fall easily to begin with. He was a busy man in a dangerous line of work so having a relationship simply didn’t make sense most of the time.

However, this is not to say he hasn’t had a few relationships here and there. He loved those he dated, he really did. He did not believe in dating for the fun of it nor did he believe in starting a relationship he knew would end at some point, but subconsciously he tried not to get attached. He kept his distance and locked away his heart to keep from getting hurt. Was it unfair? Well yes, but he was scared. Everyone has something that terrifies them greatly, this just so happened to be Hoshina’s.

Yet, recently he could tell that something was different with you. It had only been a few months since you started dating, but he feared the shift in his feelings. He knew what it was— he knew very well, but as soon as he admitted it, it would be over. There’d be no going back for him. He knew he was being rather irrational, he knew that if he sat down and confronted these emotions he’d realize they weren’t that big of a deal, but he couldn’t. He’s never been able to.

However, while fighting this kaiju, it became plain obvious that he was simply in denial. 

It upset him how important you were to him, but more than that it upset him that he knew he was important to you. You had made it so painfully clear that he meant the absolute world to you and that broke him to pieces every single time.

To him it was easy being alone— he just had to make sure his job was complete before he died. If he could ensure everyone’s safety or at least help Mina out, there was nothing more he wished for. Yet while fighting Kaiju no. 10 today, when he saw his life flash before his eyes, his immediate thought was of you. If he died you’d cry. And that alone was going to get him home alive.

He’d rather die than make you cry. Especially not alone.

As he stood up again, he could see his blood dripping from his wounds and immediately it made him chuckle. You’d cry anyways when you see the state he’s in. 

I’ll have to be around to wipe your tears at least, he said to you in his head.

He was incredibly lucky that you didn’t work on the battlefield, his heart simply would not be able to take it. But he did, and for you he’d have to get home safe. Even if no one else cared that much, not even himself, he knew you would.

All of a sudden, it was easy to admit. He was hopelessly in love with you, in a way he didn't know he was capable of. He wished that he would spend the rest of his life with you and he hoped you would spend the rest of yours with him. Perhaps he was just afraid and a little flustered to admit that he was important to someone, especially someone special to him too. He had seen how painful it was for those left behind, a little too often. 

But there was an easy solution to that, he’d just get back to you safe every time. He just won’t make you worry and he’ll be there for you. This was supposed to be a dilemma, something he thought he'd stress over, but in the moment he felt eerily relaxed, definitely not like he was fighting an identified grade kaiju. The rest of the fight was a blur, he couldn't remember much. His head was clear but the fatigue had taken over at that point, but before he knew it, the kaiju laid in front of him still.

He was faintly conscious as they rushed him into an ambulance and patched him up. Once he was properly treated and awake, they had warned him to stay put and take it easy, but all he wanted to do was see you.

As soon as he left his assigned room, he immediately bumped into you. You had been waiting to be let in to see him. You took one look at the way he was patched up and tears welled into your eyes. He could tell you didn't mean to, you didn't want to worry him.

“Please don't cry,” he said softly, wiping your tears away. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you. “I'm perfectly fine.”

“I'm not crying,” you said with a scowl on your face, but the way your voice cracked was not very convincing. “I'm so glad you're back.”

“Can't live without me?” he teased. He knew you couldn't live without him, but he couldn't either. Yet, now he even hated the thought of you living without him, let alone with someone else, so here he was. And here he always will be.

“Shut up,” you said. “You know I can't.”

He knew, but hearing you say that still made his heart flutter. He reached out with his right hand to grab your left and held it carefully. He leaned in to kiss you, but it was so much sloppier than the careful ones he usually gave you. Forgive him, he was terribly exhausted.

“I can't either,” he said, snuggling his face into your shoulder.

“You can't?” you asked, a little surprised. It broke his heart that he had possibly made you feel such way.

“Not for a second,” he said, still avoiding eye contact. “I'd rather die than wake up without you next to me, actually.”

You wouldn’t reply, so he brought his head back up to look at you.

“Oh, don't cry,” he said and chuckled a little, wiping your tears away as he kissed you again. “I didn't mean to make you cry.”

He hadn't let go of your hand and although he was gentle, he held it firmly. He didn't say anything, but he vowed to himself that he'd put a ring on it someday. He wasn't letting go of you ever.

You were the one for him.

[escaping-peril12]

[ MHA MANGA SPOILERS ]

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Here is Horikoshi's comment in this week's Jump:

And here is an IMPORTANT correction (crying rn):

goodBYE 😭😭

[crunchchute]

My Sam & Max cosplay I debuted at a local con during the weekend!

[fleapit]

can we pleasee please please stop fucking fearmongering and blaming trans men for the predstrogen situation. please god. posts about "trans men teaming up with terfs to get trans women banned!" with zero sources all over my dash. blaming "transandrophobia truthers" for all the transmisogyny. have you all lost your fucking minds?? what the fuck happened to t4t??? what the fuck happened to trans solidarity??? why is "transfem separatism" even a subject worth entertaining????

anyone who says other trans people are the enemy is a fucking fed. jesus christ