#In Era's mind

[forthegoob]

I think I’ll start dressing like I could meet MGG at any time

[ruushes]

the people have spoken... karlach reclass in progress

[zuzu-draws]

Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

[harvesti]

girl therapy 🌷

[galactic-rhea]

More silly Luke Skysilverfoxwalker doodles

in my mind, almost nothing of the sequels is canon, but Luke is still grumpy and somewhat depressed, his dad tries to help tho

[adh-james-version]

James: *kinda sorta panicking* Have you seen my hoodie? The dark red one with the black starts and the zipper?

Sirius: Nah I haven’t seen it, sorry mate.

Remus: Me neither.

James: It’s my favorite one.

Regulus: *walks in* What are you looking for?

James: My fa- *notices Regulus with his hoodie on*

James *short circuiting* : Nothing- nothing at all. N-nice hoodie.

Regulus *smirking*: I know.

[captainkirkk]

Concept: Fire Lords traditionally dress like the stages of the sun to match their reign.

When Zuko is first crowned, he dresses in the colours of dawn. Bright yellows and pinks and even purples. He starts to wear more traditional crimson-and-gold robes after a few years, the colours of midday when Agni is at his strongest. And towards the end of his reign, when he's getting ready to pass the crown onto Izumi, he starts dressing like the setting sun.

[atlantis-area]

TAEMIN - Horizon Facecam (Music Bank, 240823)

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[olympain]

I'm entitled to that. I'm giving you my days. You and me, time and space.

[forthegoob]

Luke knows some Taylor Swift's songs by heart because Penelope is a 100% Swiftie. You can catch him humming them when he thinks he's alone.

[landofmoa]

Do what’s best for your soul. Fuck anything else.

[harvesti]

you only have one life, make sure to love it

[tinartss]

“Ordinary people and geniuses would be separated by various practical realities, and they did not have to force themselves to fit into a group they did not belong to.”

[hope-ur-ok]

I think @edwardshundredyearoldspunk is gonna love this one

[a1yaaaa]

thinking abt using logan howlett's lil kitty-ear hair tufts as handlebars (nsfw)........

in truth, it's hard not to while he's fully making out with your pussy, eating it up like a man starved; suckling your clit, flicking & massaging the spit-slicked bud.

anyhow, logan adores having his hair pulled, tugged on harshly by your soft fingers, as you whimper & writhe under his desperate ministrations. the sharp sting of pain at his scalp each time your hands want him closer - further - only has him groaning into your juicy folds, rutting his painfully hard cock into the mattress.

still, it usually doesn't stop you from apologizing through little gasps & mewls, shaky hands fussing and smoothing down the supple, brown strands of his hair guiltily. yet, all this really does is prove to logan that - if your brain's still capable of worrying? - your pussy must need a few more earth-shattering orgasms.

his large, warm hands will only run up your thighs reassuringly in response, bending your legs further and spreading them wider for him - a vocal lover by nature, he'd normally have rumbled with a cocky grin, "what, don't wanna hurt me, princess? afraid i'll like it?", or maybe even moaned, "fuck that, baby... use your hands, put me right where you want me," though right now? nothing's pulling his mouth away from this delicious fucking cunt of yours.

you do eventually get the message though, and its heaven for him - manicured nails clawing at his nape, fingers grasping handfuls of his hair and shoving his face right into the intoxicating scent of your arousal. the thrill of the pain mixes with the intoxication which comes from hearing and tasting your honeyed pleasure. it's all enough to have his pretty, forest-hued eyes rolling back into his head and his dick leaking pre onto the sheets.

in the end, you just might be able to force his mouth off your abused, oversensitive pussy once he's pulled at least two or three orgasms from you - of course, only after he's licked your hole clean from all the juices you've gushed for him.

it's after the fact - after logan has pounded whatever remaining energy you had left right out of your pretty self - as his thick arms cradle you against his warm, fuzzy chest, his dick still half-hard against your hip, that you let your digits explore his earthy strands once more.

this time, it's softer, delicate - he watches you through heavy, loving eyes as you fiddle with his sweaty, mussed-up hair, carefully carding it back into a pair of kitty-like tufts. "mm, there's my man," you hum with a pleased lil giggle.

his laugh joins yours - quiet & rumbling - big hands rubbing up your sides with affection, "really oughta get you this blissed out more often, babydoll..."