#IT WAS NOTICEABLE ISTG

[mintytrifecta]

What if I exploded huh. What then.

[lotus-pear]

i miss them......please come back........please come home :((

[akynoctua]

They’re so married.

[i-am-a-story-goblin]

so i was watching the untamed in the living room (hazardous i know but it was just episode six so we're good) and my mum happens to walk by right

and she asks me what's that one word they keep saying? I hear the same thing every time I walk past.

do we want to guess what the word was? hint: it was in wwx's lines. which word was said so often that my canadian mother who speaks only english and was only 2% paying attention to my silly little show noticed it and commented?

...

Lan Zhan. the word was Lan Zhan.

[kor0kke]

YOUR FAV FNF TRIO ❤️💚💙‼️‼️

Guess what? Still old stuff 🤠 LMAOOO-- I feel like sharing my poly stuff cause I love them SOOOOO MUCH AUGHHHH DID YOU KNOW THEY UHM THEY CUDDLE TOGETHER LIKE THE PRETTY RELATIONSHIP THEY ARE 😋😋😋 I'm sorry I just gen love tjem so much,,,,,

[ihatebrainstorm]

[Medicine]

"The Caduceus. Commonly mixed up with the Rod of Asclepius."

Guys I think it'd be really funny if Pharma and Ratchet had the same voice

[kristiliqua]

doodles from the stream today :)

[paimt]

loosely based on a true story

support my fast food addiction

[my-little-random-world]

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑼𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕... 𝑨 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. | Persuasion 1995

[lovesickeros]

now that natlan is out it's tsaritsa yearning hours again because i am one nation closer to either being horribly disappointed or foaming at the mouth!

creator!reader w a little side of conflicted tsaritsa is such good food I can't not yap about it. a woman who has dedicated so much of her life to severing herself from "love" of all kinds and succeeding and. just being so confident that when she meets you she's bitter and angry and mean. because she can't stand you. she isn't supposed to love yet you worm your way into her heart anyway and you don't even know it.

especially in smth like an imposter au. she tells herself your just a tool for her to use but your treated like the Divine you really are, pampered and spoiled every step. tells herself it means nothing when she indulges you – let's you hold her hand in private, eventually let's you move aside the veil, just a little.

and she hates it. hates how easy it is to let you break down the ice she's built up for years.

all you do is smile and she feels like she can't breathe. because despite how violently she rejects love in all aspects, it always bleeds through eventually. she despises it but the way you brush your thumbs over her cheeks makes her bitter and warm and it infuriates her to no end.

she hates you and she loves you and she can't stand you and if you were ever taken from her she'd destroy every inch of teyvat if she had to go get you back.

and ironically enough I think she'd also be the one to initiate any first kiss. maybe she's still trying to convince herself it's just a fluke and itll make her realize it meant nothing, it means nothing. desperate to fix whatever you've done to her and instead it just makes it worse.

a horrible mess of a woman who gave up on love just to be confronted with it when she finally accepted it's absence.

[podoro-vines]

AU where makima does not exist… let denji have the happiest birthday 🎂

[francy-sketches]

Hiiiii guess who finished her pmv. finally. um enjoy :3

[yujeong]

Ugh... had anyone in the fandom ever noticed that the handcuffs are entirely visible in the background of this shot or will I be the first one to scream about it?

Because, in case you hadn't noticed, the fucking handcuffs are entirely visible in this shot. And not only that, they are blurred at first and then the camera, like, focuses on them a little? Or at least makes the background less blurry??

The fucking visual storytelling of having the shot focus on the rope, on Pete's hand offering the rope, then on Vegas taking hold of the rope - accepting the rope, accepting the willing submission that Pete is offering - while also having THE PREVIOUS FORM OF BONDAGE VISIBLE. BEHIND HIM. Behind him because this is new, behind him because their relationship is taking a new shape, behind him because he's let Pete free to choose and he chose him, he CHOSE HIM, HE CHOSE THIS. Someone bring me Kinn real quick, I'm craving a bullet to my head.

[purpleshadow-star]

***Spoilers for Seraph of the End manga chapter 131***

I just wanna talk about Mika and Yuu's changes in demeanor in this chapter. This page, in particular, was actually really sad to me.

Mika, while going along with Yuu's plans and ideas, was never really enthusiastic or optimistic about their chances of turning him back into a human. He was never super invested in saving his own life, but now that it's Yuu's life, he's suddenly super motivated. It's sad to me because it really emphasizes Mika's disregard for his own life. He didn't care as much about saving himself, but it's clear that he's about to pour all of himself and then some into keeping Yuu safe. It makes a depressing kind of sense. He's always been like this. Even as a kid, he gave up his body and blood to a vampire in order to provide for his family. He gave his life to distract Ferid to ensure that at least Yuu made it out alive. He then spent the next four years starving himself in order to keep as much of his humanity as possible and searching for Yuu. Once he found him, it was his single-minded mission to take Yuu away from the people who might be hurting him and to keep him safe. Mika has always held other people's lives, especially Yuu's, far above his own, and this chapter made this even more apparent.

Honestly, Yuu is the same way. He is 100% willing to sacrifice himself for the people he loves. Mika knows this, which is why he wanted Yuu to promise not to do exactly that. But notice, Yuu managed to avoid actually making the promise. Mika kept asking, but Yuu kept changing the subject.

I hope that doesn't come back to bite us later...

As for Yuu's change in demeanor, it is also very telling. While Mika seems upbeat and motivated now that he can focus on keeping Yuu safe, Yuu seems more subdued and much less enthusiastic about it. Yuu was putting all of himself into trying to save Mika, but now that he's the one who needs to stay safe, he doesn't seem as driven. Yuu and Mika have literally swapped places. They are both ready to give their all to protect each other while at the same time being reluctant to give anywhere near that same amount of energy when it comes to helping themselves.

[harringroveera]

The whole thing was Robin’s idea. 

So she had a crush on her gym instructor, but that didn’t mean she had to drag Steve with her to their date. Yet somehow, they ended up at the restaurant anyway. 

Apparently, Robin’s crush wouldn’t go on a date unless her friend could come too. The guy had just been dumped, and she wanted to help him. Robin, of course, didn’t find any reasons to protest that. She found so many reasons to get Steve to come with her, though.

I helped you during your finals, Steve. I got you to go back to Nancy, Steve. I let you borrow five bucks last week, Steve.

In the end, he caved in and went with her.

“Okay, how do I look?” Robin put the silver spoon down on the table and turned to him for help. She bared her teeth. “Do I have anything on my teeth?”

“No, Robin. You’re fine!” he said, groaning as he sank back to his seat. “You know, you owe me big time for this.”

“Think of this as an opportunity for you, Steve. Heather’s friend is really hot. He works at the same place she does. Personal trainer. People ask for his number every day. I saw.” 

“I don’t know. He was just dumped. Wouldn’t that make him a little, I don’t know, desperate?” 

“And Nancy just dumped you again, when?”

He rolled his eyes, kicking her leg from under the table. “Shut up,” he said. “Okay, fine! You get the pretty one, and I get the pathetic one. That’s our deal.”

“Obviously. You’re not Heather’s type anyway.”

“What’s Heather’s type?”

“Women.”

Steve snorted, straightening his back, when Robin kicked his foot. She pointed at the entrance, where a girl their age walked through the door in her off-shoulder, black dress. From the mesmerized look on Robin’s face, he could only assume this was the Heather she had been crushing on for months and only gathered the nerve to ask out last week.

When Heather spotted them, she smiled, waving her fingers at Robin as she approached their table. Robin nearly tripped while trying to get out of her chair. 

“Hey! Hi,” she said, pulling out a chair for Heather. “Heather, this is Steve, my best friend. The one I told you about.”

“Pretty,” Heather said, and Steve blinked at her confusedly. “My friend would like you.”

“Really? Who did you bring?”

Heather’s lips curled up to form a smirk. She turned to Robin instead. “I have to go wash the cologne smell off my hands. I had to help him with a bit of an emergency earlier,” she said, and Robin nodded. “Can you get me a daiquiri and a whiskey neat for Billy?”

“Sure, yeah, absolutely! One daiquiri and one whiskey neat!”

Heather patted Robin’s hand gently and headed towards the restroom. Steve watched her go, his shoulders tensing up when he finally processed the words she had said.

“What did she just say?” he said, as Robin looked at him. “Did she say Billy?”

“Yeah.”

“Billy. As in, Billy Hargrove?” he hissed.

Robin’s lips parted, but then she let out an unconvinced scoff. “No, no way it’s him. You haven’t seen him since you graduated.”

“And now I’m in California, where Max told me he lives.”

“There’s no way that your high school rival is actually friends with Heather, Steve. It’s a one in a million chance!”

“Steve Harrington.” 

Steve froze, sending Robin a sharp glare that made her shoulders shrink. She gave him an apologetic smile before they both turned to look at the guy standing right in front of their table.

“What are the fucking odds?” 

*

The date, as it turned out, was a disaster. 

He hadn’t seen Hargrove since he graduated. And sure, Max occasionally told her friends things about Hargrove to keep them up to date, and Steve was always there to listen to them, but he had no interest in Hargrove whatsoever. Not since they got into that big fight that ended up with Steve having a broken nose for weeks. He hated the guy.

He was smug and arrogant, and his looks didn’t help either. He was attractive; even Steve had to admit that, but his personality repulsed Steve. 

For Robin, she was rather enjoying her time with her crush. The two of them had been talking since the date started, and Steve had been glaring at Hargrove since the date—not a date—started.

“I see that your nose healed nicely, Harrington,” Hargrove said, and Steve narrowed his eyes on him.

“Yeah. No thanks to you.”

It made Hargrove laugh. That bright, annoying laugh that Steve found irritating. “Don’t tell me you’re still bitter about that. It was, what, seven years ago?” 

“You broke my nose!”

“You kidnapped my sister.”

“I didn’t—” He took a deep breath, swallowing the bubbling anger down. “I didn’t kidnap her! I was driving her to Dustin’s place. They had a stupid game night. I just—I didn’t even know she snuck out of the house.”

“So what you’re saying is, it’s your fault you got a broken nose?”

Steve heaved a breath and said, “Sure, and how is single life treating you after you got dumped?” 

Hargrove laughed again, which was getting annoying. “It’s cool.”

“And here I thought you’d never be dumped,” he remarked. “King Hargrove. Always the dumper, never the dumpee. Weren’t you with Munson for a long time?” 

“We were,” Hargrove said, “until he realized he got a thing for older men, not younger.”

Steve blinked at him in surprise, flicking the piece of carrot in his place. “Oh.”

“And you? Last time Heather talked to me about you, you were with Wheeler. Again.”

“Of course, because I just love talking about him,” Heather said, deadpan.

“We were together for a while, yeah,” Steve said, “then she realized she had a thing for women.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Hargrove’s lips. He said, “Looks like we both had bad luck in relationships.”

“Looks like you both got dumped,” Robin said. “And looks like Heather and I are leaving.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, sorry. We really have to go.” She flashed Steve a guilty smile, patting his shoulder and leaning closer to whisper in his ear, “Heather said she’s very flexible, not just at the gym, and now I really want to find out what that means.”

“God, Robin. Fine, go!” he said, waving his hand in dismissal as she squeezed his arm. 

“Thank you!”

She gave him another smile before disappearing with Heather, leaving him completely alone with Hargrove, who was possibly the worst choice to spend the night with. He sighed, sinking back into the chair and darting his eyes to Hargrove. The guy was already smiling at him.

“What?” he said.

Hargrove shrugged, twirling his fingertip around the rim of his whiskey glass. “Nothing. Just thinking about how I’d need another drink.”

“Yeah, me too,” Steve said. “You aren’t gonna break my nose this time, right?”

“Not unless you kidnap my sister again.” Hargrove gave him a wink, and Steve gulped. When did he get so much more charming than before? 

“I wasn’t,” Steve said. “It was a misunderstanding. I already explained everything to you.”

“Yeah, I heard both yours and Max’s stories already,” Hargrove said, taking the champagne bottle and pouring it into Steve’s empty glass. 

“Woah, hey.” He snorted, nudging at the bottle in Hargrove’s hand when the champagne nearly touched the rim. “You’re trying to get me drunk and get in my pants or something?” 

“You want me to?” 

Steve stared at him. He cleared his throat and said, “Of course not.”

*

When Steve woke up in the morning, it was from the constant buzzing of his phone on the nightstand. He scrolled past the missed calls and unopened messages from Robin with half-lidded eyes. The last one was a text from Robin asking if anything bad had happened the night before.

He flinched when an arm draped over his chest. He widened his eyes and turned his head, taking in the sight—the person—next to him. Their limbs were tangled, and there was a nest of messy blond hair buried in his shoulder blade. 

His eyes darted down to the skull tattoo on the man’s arm. Steve let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, fuck. I slept with Billy Hargrove. Oh, god.”

“Yeah, you did. Now shut up,” Hargrove said groggily into his shoulder, squeezing his midriff tighter. “Or do you want me to leave?”

Steve gulped, glancing at their entwined and very naked limbs. Memories of last night came back to him, shoving five amazing orgarms back in his face. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. Besides, Hargrove was really warm, and his morning wood was poking against Steve’s hips, like a promise to the sixth orgasm he would be experiencing soon.

“No,” he mumbled quietly, embarrassment filling his cheeks with heat. He put a hand over Billy’s arm, tilting his face to breathe in his cologne. “No, you can stay.”

[redrocx]

You're the right thing for me.