#PLEASE tell me you know what I mean

[northlt]

Remus used to call Regulus “Baby Black” at first but eventually the nickname turned into just “Baby”

Regulus usually wouldn’t like it but it drives James and Sirius mad

[angelkissiies]

i just wanna .. lick her muscles .. ngl

[poisonedfate]

Being bisexual is a curse when I see arwen posts because I don't know if I want to be gwen or arthur at any given time

and you're SO real for saying this. watching any arwen scene gives me intense whiplash, because i just keep going back and forth between them, not sure which one to focus on. this show is nothing if not a gold mine for the bisexuals of the world.

[accidentallyatekneecaps]

Saiki is like Garfield

He's everywhere

[jpg-of-dorian-slay]

i don’t even know how to articulate this properly, but i love “i would die for you” characters turning into “i would kill for you characters” and vice versa

[kennahjune]

We All Agree, Right?

Dustin Henderson’s sole purpose in life is to make Ted Wheeler’s life actual hell, right?

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

James’ beige flag is that he gets out of the pool by jumping and landing on his two feet

[daiseception]

Someone put Staedlter in the manslut shirt

[solitaireseven]

Fun fact: Oceangate is already the name of a scandal waiting to happen

[worldsworstvampire]

i wanna be a catgirl but not in a nana way, in a michi way.

[coraxaviary]

ok so like does anyone else have the rational fear that

someone's gonna come along and mention/post/recommend/rant about their fic on tiktok or some other social media? Mostly tiktok, but I suppose there are other possibilities.

Like, I don't want random people from tiktok coming to read my stuff. I certainly don't want to ever get the attention of anyone associated with the production of these shows -- especially the actors, God forbid.

Like, oh my gosh the prospect of "blowing up" for fanart is so appealing -- like, my eyes *light up* you know what I mean -- but the thought of someone mentioning my fanfic on any other website gives me a cold sweat and heart palpitations

[lightannoyance]

Do you know that thing where they mash up faces by taking slices from each person (like one person's mouth, another's nose), that but with team kira and another for team L like a versus

[just-rogi]

It smells like summer finally oh my god I can feel it today was the first day it smelled like summer in the air

[rositxespinosa]

I feel like I’m never doing enough while simultaneously feeling like I’m doing a lot...

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[stevebabey]

"Alright, here we go!" The bartender announces, leaning up to place the drinks on the bar.

"That's one whiskey, neat—" He says, sliding the lowball cocktail glass with amber liquid in front of Eddie.

"—And one Whammin' Slammin' Booty-Bangin' Pina Colada."

He places the extravagant cocktail in front of Steve. It's decorated to the nines with a straw, an umbrella, a piece of pineapple, and a little bit of tinsel on a toothpick. A whole party decoration in a drink.

"You guys have a good night." The bartender says warmly, already moving down the bar to tend to other customers.

Eddie stares down at the whiskey in the glass before him and pouts a little. Beside him and watching his boyfriend closely, Steve rolls his eyes.

"Oh, quit being dramatic," Steve says, sliding the cocktail across the bar so it's in front of Eddie, who had ordered it. He steals the glass of whiskey back at the same time.

"It happens every time."

"It happens most times."

"That isn't much better!" Eddie protests, even as he leans down and takes a long sip from the straw while they both get to their feet and leave the bar. Steve's hunting for a table they can snag, his eyes narrowed in focus. Eddie follows him blindly, his cocktail cupped in both hands.

"I'm serious, Steve! What is it about this adorable face—" He says, gesturing to himself, barely letting go of the straw to talk. It doesn't seem to faze him that Steve doesn't even glance back. "—Says I don't want to enjoy a Whammin' Bammin' Big Booty Colada?"

Steve comes to a stop, pausing his search for a moment to look back at Eddie. His expression seems unimpressed on the surface but Eddie can see his lips twitching up at the corners.

"We've had this conversation too many times, babe." He sighs halfheartedly and takes a quick sip of his own whiskey, eyes casting back out across the bar. "You have scary dog energy, you know this. You specifically dress like this on purpose."

Eddie picks up the pineapple wedged on the edge of his glass and bites into it, sending it down with another sip of his cocktail as Steve leads them further into the back of the bar. He finally spots a spare empty table.

"C'mon, I think I found one." Steve urges, one hand snaking back to make sure Eddie's following.

"Is it a crime to wish to not fall victim to stereotypes?" Eddie prattles on, following Steve duly by slipping his hand into Steve's outstretched one. His cocktail wobbles precariously as he takes another gulp.

"Like when that waitress gave me your awful black coffee! And you got my delicious delicacy that I paid extra hard-earned money for..."

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i like to think that when steve and eddie go out, people always lean into their assumptions and are like hmm ok preppy boy with the polo? oh he gets the fruity cocktail! and eddie is always like >:( i don't want this expensive puddle of piss gimme the bonanza supreme cocktail pls. like excuse me i paid for that.