#Some of y’all on here

[katsumiiii]

hobie x gn! reader

hobie is definitely an adamant tease. i also see him as like crazy perceptive ??? not only because he’s a spider person but also because he’s just an observer at heart, so whatever he does to you he knows what effect it has, mentally or physically.

whenever he wants to kiss you he always guides you by your chin. one, because he knows you love the hand placement, and two, because it’s easier to bring your plump lips to his own, and he can’t help but get eager at times.

hobie and you strolled down the chaotic streets of London, his lanky arm strung around the curve of your waist as you attempted to make your way to his apartment (attempted is the key word here, hobie lived about 5 minutes away from the pub y’all were visiting, but the walk was now reaching 10 minutes seeing as hobie couldn’t keep his hands off of you, not that you were in any rush).

“come on love, jus’ one lil kiss and I’ll leave you be, yeah?” hobie gently pleaded, peering down at you through his thickened lashes.

you set the palms of your hands against his chest, appreciating the slight flex of his pecs, and pushed him away from your figure, continuing to trot down the sidewalk, “no bee, we’ve been walking forever and my feet are tired. I’ll give you a kiss when we get home.” you dramatically gestured towards your aching feet, sighing at hobie’s raised eyebrow.

“well we can’t ‘ave that can we?” he inched his fingers down towards your thighs.

“nope, so if we can pick up the—” you squealed, latching on to hobie’s bicep and he held you close to his chest, his fingers curling around the crease underneath your knees, “hobie! what the hell!?”

“wha’? you said you was havin’ trouble, jus’ tryna be a good mate.” hobie tilted his head towards your pursed lips, chuckling at your pouting expression, “‘lowe it, ‘m not puttin’ you down.”

you sighed, peering back at hobie, “you just want to give me a kiss, huh?” you teased, placing a hand towards the crook of hobie’s neck.

“and what of it?” he adjusted you so he could bring the tip of his thumb and pointer finger to your chin, grasping it softly and guiding it towards his own. you indulge him, softly kissing the plush of his lips, humming in satisfaction.

“mhm, feeling cheeky today aren’t we bee?”

“been hangin’ ‘round me too much love, startin’ to sound like me.”

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

I have walked away after reading the news, made a cup of tea, and have returned more calm with a fresh meme and hot take for y’all

[flowercrowngods]

in which steve is sick, eddie is in love, and floor time is being had

Eddie is in the kitchen when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching him. The smile is on his face before he even turns around to catch a glimpse of Steve, gloriously disheveled from all that sleep he’s been catching up on. He’s wearing one of Eddie’s big, fuzzy sweaters that Steve always hogs when he’s sick — which, thankfully, isn’t all that often —, a thick pair of sweats and mismatched socks.

Sickness is the time to wear mismatched socks without judgment, Edwin Munswin, Steve had huffed the first time Eddie saw him with a runny nose and ridiculous socks that definitely didn’t belong together. It had been the first time he admitted to himself that he was absolutely gone for Steve Runny Nose Harrington.

And so it doesn’t come as a surprise to him that his heart stumbles in his chest and the smile on his lips widens. Steve might hate being sick, but Eddie can’t really help but love him even more when he gets like this. When Steve allows himself to be a little weak and for Eddie to take care of him.

“Hi, sunshine,” Eddie says, turning down the heat on the stove to go over to his Stevie, wrapping his arms around the blanket Steve still has around his shoulders. “Sleep well?”

“Mmh.” It’s nothing more than a raspy grunt, a pathetic little noise as Steve cuddles further into Eddie, seeking out his warmth and comfort so freely that Eddie presses a kiss to his slightly sweaty forehead. “Missed you.”

“I’m right here,” he promises, running a hand up and down Steve’s back. “Just made you tea while the soup is warming up. Because you’re gonna have to eat.”

“Okay,” Steve nods, sounding solemn as he does, and Eddie wants to laugh. Gods, he’s so in love, it’s disgusting. Ridiculous. Absolutely laughable. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” A whisper, another promise, another kiss. He unwinds his arms and looks back at the giant pot of soup he made yesterday. “Do you wanna go back to bed or stay here?”

“Here,” Steve sighs and promptly sinks down the counter until he’s sitting on the floor, looking up at Eddie with those beautiful brown eyes, so big and and full of love that Eddie can’t resist ruffling his hair, which earns him a little giggle from Steve.

Oh, right, he’s had the good stuff prescribed from the doctor. This is going to be fun in a few hours.

“You ridiculous man,” Eddie murmurs, trailing his hand from the crown of Steve’s head down across his cheek all the way to his chin in a gentle caress.

“Go back to your soup, you most ridiculous of men,” Steve says in retaliation, but he reaches for his hand to hold as Eddie returns to the stove.

“Technically it’s your soup.”

“That’s what I said.” Eddie looks down to see the most adorable of frowns on Steve’s head, and his heart explodes a little in his chest.

He snorts and squeezes Steve’s hand. “Sure is, baby.”

“See? I’m smart sometimes.”

“No argument from me there,” Eddie says, and he means it.

A hum comes from Steve and then he leans his head against Eddie’s leg. “You’re so nice to me, Eds. I like that you’re nice to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And then it’s quiet, and the weight of Steve against his leg becomes heavier by the second to the point where Eddie is pretty sure Steve’s fallen asleep again. He doesn’t dare to move, but dear God he wants to laugh, he wants to cry, wants to scream at the world how much he loves this ridiculous, adorable, possibly delirious and high on cold medication man who is wrapped in his blanket on their kitchen floor.

“Stevie,” he whispers at last, the soup hot, the tea just cool enough, and cards his hand through Steve’s hair to wake him. “Sunshine, wake up, I have soup for you.”

“Soup?”

“Soup.”

“But I love soup.”

“Then I have great news for you,” Eddie laughs and tilts Steve’s head up so he’ll meet his eyes. “It’s plenty, it’s warm, and you can have some. It’s right here.”

“You made me soup?”

“Yeah, babe,” Eddie chuckles, his heart tearing itself apart at the way Stevie looks up at him with such wonder and awe and love. “I made you so much soup. All for you.”

Steve nods, thinks for a moment and then looks up at Eddie again. “Can we share?”

“You wanna share your soup with me?” Eddie says, crouching down so he’s on eye level with Steve and can brush a kiss to his forehead again.

Steve nods again and reaches for him, clinging to Eddie’s sweater — well, it’s Steve’s technically. “Wanna share everything with you.“

“Even your blanket?”

Steve smiles and nods again, lifting one arm to invite Eddie in, which earns him a laugh. “Alright, let me just…”

He grabs two bowls of soup, Steve’s large mug of tea, two spoons and two pillows from their chairs so they can eat the soup on the floor without uncomfortable heat in their laps.

Later, when soup is but a distant memory of half an hour ago, Steve lets himself fall to the side and slumps into Eddie, head nestled on his shoulder.

“Sleep time again?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Steve slurs, definitely already on his way to half asleep. “Just. Just love you.”

Eddie hums and leans into Steve in return, warm underneath their blanket, surprisingly comfortable on the floor, backs against the counter. “Just love you, too, sunshine.”

And if Eddie closes his eyes, too, lulled into a sleepy state of comfort and warmth, then that’s just one more thing that happens with a sick Steve around.

In sickness and in health, he thinks with that same smile on his lips.

for @seidenbros, i besmooch your forehead with this 🌷🤍

[paper-lilypie]

welcome to the post-fire au, everyone, we’re I sit around and think “I wonder what happened to Sun and Moon after the fire” and then take matters into my own hands

Meet the Protagonist, a 24 year old college dropout who works a dayshift at the local schoolhouse as a daycare attendant and the night shift at the town’s junkyard. A year after the Pizzaplex burns down, they stumble upon something weird while working the graveyard shift— a pile of robotic parts familiar enough to catch your attention yet just vague enough to trick you into bringing it home with you and restoring it back to somewhat decent health. It’s not like it’s dangerous, right? It’s just a decommissioned robot.

Right?

[candyheartedchy]

Just got back from Universal and wanted to show some pictures of inside the Spo.ngeBob store and a few items I got!

Also this was literally me the whole time in the store:

[doodzoodz]

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[cremsie]

The new Pokémon game is a glitchy buggy rushed mess. But it’s still selling like hotcakes and people are still gonna play it.

It’s kinda sad at least to me because that all the promises they’ll keep making BAD games because they know it’ll sell regardless. Just because it’s Pokémon. I feel bad for the people who work there and try to genuinely make good stuff.

And all glitches even OVERLOOKED. The game looks bad guys I mean come on. Take off the nostalgia glasses and recognize a subpar attempt at a professional game. If it were anyone else it’d get a pity excuse but this is the fuckin Pokémon company. Make them live up to it!

[loveoaths]

it fucking kills me that i have seen NO ONE talking about the reaction jess jordan, kendall roy’s assistant, has. because it is jess, and rava and sophie roy, who have the reactions that twitter and reddit and all the succession lovers are looking for in shiv, for some goddamn reason. it’s jess who not so subtly pleads with greg to delay calling the election, who is blown off dismissively and ignorantly by greg who cannot understand or even SEE how strong of a panic reaction she is havjng. to him, and every other roy and tom and everyone else at their level, this is just another crazy day with literally zero consequences. a fascist dictator president will literally not change the quality of their lives as rich white people. but it will change jess’ life, as a biracial woman. it will change rava and sophie roy’s lives, in spite of kendall’s money and protection. and the show purposefully cuts off their reactions — jess blinking fast and breathing hard and about to have a panic attack meltdown in the hallway, rava and sophie scared in the back of an SUV — because the show isn’t about them. the show is about the roys, who do not care about the consequences of their actions, partially because they never have to SEE the consequences of their actions. greg does not see jess freaking out; even when she is clearly panicked in front of her he cannot see her pain and if he could, he wouldn’t care. it’s only when he turns his back on her that she starts to break down, which is a great if painful blocking choice. not only is it realistic — she can’t lose face in her workplace, she can’t react negatively when she works for the guy who owns the Devil Right Wing Fascist TV Network, and she most certainly can’t react any way people don’t like because she is one of the few, if not the only, black women in the building and working for the roys. while greg sighs and laughs about this day being crazy, she is having a meltdown as she fears what this election result means to her. if rava, a wealthy woman of color with a powerful ex husband, is scared, how much more scared is jess? is everyone else under jess?

but the show cuts off her reaction and takes us back to shiv because this show is from the roy’s pov, and this episode is largely from shiv’s pov. shiv “cares about democracy” and the country to an extent, because democracy only effects her to an extent. she knows on paper this election is bad news. she also knows it’s not going to change her life directly because she’s rich. like her brothers, who do not care at all who is President, who only care about which candidate will give them what they want, shiv is more upset because this election means she isn’t getting what she wants. she’s going to lose her power in the potential matsson deal. because that is how the roys chose who would be president: they chose the candidate they could buy and who could sell them control over their interests for the lowest number, and meincken outbid jimenez by a landslide. tldr the reaction people are looking for in shiv and in the roys were there, but in jess and rava. and even rava and jess aren’t progressives, aren’t “feminist icons”, they’re also complicit and victimized all at once, like shiv is, but with far less say and power. it’s almost like… the show about face eating leopards… is making a point that if you get in a cage with a hungry leopard, at some point you will run out of steaks to throw at it and it, too, will eat your face off. huh.

[ilynpilled]

the jaime goldenhand the just arc is so funny if you picture this guy doing completely ineffective altruism for an entire book. jaime giving a 10-year-old boy at flea bottom dying from leprosy his hideous 24k gold lion helmet. jaime throwing lannister bitcoins from on top of his horse as he passes a starving village freezing from the winter cold. 50 million golden dragons donated to the local knight power-scaling frat boy debate team. visiting this kid dying from the plague whose last wish was to meet ser barristan and ruining their day when he shows up instead. donating to women in stem (cersei destroying king’s landing through chemical warfare)

[ruiningmadej]

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[diegohargreeves1989]

Y’all do realize that you can like multiple BLs like it’s not kinnporsche vs love in the air or the eclipse vs vice versa or the main couple vs the side couple

It’s not a competition

[americiumam]

only the wrong relive their life. we’ve been here a thousand times.

[ofdreamsnwishes]

[01:45 pm] Romance movies lied to you, is what you thought. Or rather they didn’t completely lie, just let out some things.

A chime of a bell is what signals you he has arrived. It’s almost routine now: you greet him from your place in the counter, he gives you a shy smile, a bow of a head and he’s off to find an empty table in the café.

He comes back not long after, setting his backpack on the counter and awkwardly laughing as he tries his best to fish out his wallet to pay for his coffee and bagel. An iced latte with an extra 3 pumps of mocha. You know it by heart.

You ask for his name, out of politeness, even though you already know. You figured it would make him uncomfortable if he realized you already memorized his name, so you follow the café’s protocol as usual.

“Oh! It’s Mark.” He says with a smile. You smile back, following the costumer service protocol, you repeat to yourself.

Then he goes back to the table of his choosing, the usual one, second to last, near the back and where the light is better, you overheard him tell a friend of his once.

It’s almost bittersweet, knowing how to this boy you’ll only ever be the café bartender, the one who gives him his drink when he comes by twice a week.

You don’t know how your silly crush started, was it that shy smile he gave you whenever he greeted you back? Was it the look of concentration he had when he was studying for hours? Maybe it was the kindness he showed an old lady once when she couldn’t count her change properly and he helped her?

Or was it when he offered to help you clean when it was almost time to close the shop? When he lost track of time and with wide eyes apologized over and over again for staying for too long and possibly bothering you. You tried to refuse, of course, it was your job after all, but he insisted and you caved in, it was a pretty exhausting day for you.

You had hope at some point that maybe, and just maybe, the feeling was reciprocated, why else would he visit this coffee shop? It did have some nice pastries, but it was more expensive than others in the area, with him being an student you figured he’d choose the cheapest option. But you came to find out that wasn’t it.

The second chime gave you the answer you were looking for. Ah, of course.

Your coworker walks in, the true meaning of ethereal. She’s kind, pretty and has the most beautiful smile. Mark also thought so.

It just seemed like a coincidence at first, he always came around the time she would arrive for her shift, but you noticed it wasn’t the case. Mark would always look up, blush and pretend to go back to his work, stealing glances every now and then. He did come to see her.

It hurt at first, seeing your crush pin over someone else, but what did you expect? Romance movies lied to you, the cute boy in the coffee shop won’t ever look at you, it doesn’t make sense to go back to the same place just because you liked a worker there.

Or maybe they didn’t actually lie, it was happening right in front of you after all, Mark coming up to your coworker, the same shy smile and a piece of paper, his number on it. She smiled back with a giggle and accepted it with the promise of a date.

Romance movies weren’t lying, it did happen, you just realized that maybe you where never meant to be the main character in them.

[sgt-spank]

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[obscene-flaunting]

[sagesolsticewrites]

Happy one year since Elvis premiered at the Cannes Film Festival! 🥹