#and also they help with the vibes

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

Second-hand handsome man.

Quick summary: Rust vs husband

Word count: 164 words

Warnings: None.

A/N: Idk this one kind of only makes sense in my head, but if you've read The Idler Wheel then you're basically in my head, too. The album Twin Plagues by Wednesday is very good for the midwest emo girls out there by the way

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It’s crude, really: my obsession with him.

My husband had looked kind. He’d had this slight downward turn to his dark eyes that softened his whole face. Girls were inclined to flirt with him, and men perceived him as approachable, as someone they ought to get a beer with. True enough: generous and charismatic, it was rare if someone came away shadowed from meeting him. The perpetual scruff over his lower face had always complimented his easy grin, which never failed to infect other people. I’m convinced my interpersonal skills have all been stolen—learned—from him: the intonation of my laugh is really his entirely; the ability to give steady, imploring eye contact was absorbed from him, developed out of the intense discomfort I would initially experience when he would stare and stare at me; the propensity to lean into a conversation has become habit after years of interaction.

Rust is different. He confuses me.

He is all sharp lines and thin angles.

[ridleymb]

Lost sheep and young shepherd

I came up with the idea of drawing this before the trailer, after watching the trailer I changed the ending a bit

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny's type in FNAF is so obvious...

[uncharted-constellations]

The Princess and Hero of the First Great Calamity

The orange snoot is very important to me….

[shouyuus]

i need vi to spit on my cunt before she goes to town on me

uH gOoD moRning to you too i guess! (im joking, i feel the same lmlsdfk it was just funny cause this ask came in at like 10am in the morning for me)

18+, mndi

no but she would, and she'd be a messy eater, wouldn't she? so sloppy the way she sucks on your puffy clit, no reservations at all about her own spit slicking down the sides her mouth as she eats you out, moaning into your cunt as she fucks her tongue into you, fingers digging into your hips as she grinds you against her mouth, gets lost in the way you're breath hitches, the way you say her name -- over and over again, till it starts to lose meaning and you're just whimpering from the overstim.

she'd wipe her mouth on the inside of your thigh before licking her lips and pulling herself up for a kiss, grinning at the way you're so eager to taste yourself on her tongue.

"taste so good, pretty girl. fuck -- just can't get enough --" before she's kissing and licking her way down your body to bury her face between your legs again.

(bonus points for her stuffing a pillow between her own legs to grind against while eating you out just to alleviate the pressure)

[procrastinationaccount]

Actually fucking crazy how Pyrrha had to feel her partner of over 10,000 years die, wake up alone in his body, square her shoulders and pretend to be him (not even for the last time), and then find the current most important person in the world to her, a woman who she'd only recently learned had not been killed in a way that mattered, and shoot her in the head.

[sp0o0kylights]

Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.

These are known facts in the universe.

Computers were going to take over the world, a “mobile” phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.

These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them. 

(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.) 

So he doesn’t think about it, when his freshman gang up on him. 

Doesn’t even factor the “can’t hear well” thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.

Eddie’s not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until he’s standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself. 

“The store’s leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.” He’s explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly. 

He does not care if Harrington doesn’t know what a one-shot is. 

“They’re releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you can’t have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.” 

Harrington’s frowning (no surprise) but it’s not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isn’t quite looking at him. 

Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.

Eddie stops. Follows Harrington’s gaze.

Parked across from Steve’s Beemer, is Jonathan Byer’s barely working clunker car. 

A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.

His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve. 

Who turns back around as Harrington’s eyes slide right back to him. 

“And this is taking place next Friday?” He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. “After school?” 

“I’d like to go during  school, but the freshmen insist you wouldn’t let them ditch out.” Eddie tells him. “They had two separate arguments about it.” 

Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine. 

Once again Steve’s eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan. 

“They’re not skipping school.” He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise. 

“They argued about skipping, they’re not going to.” He says aloud, and finally steps up so that he’s next to Eddie instead of behind him. 

“Munson slow down, I can’t sign as fast as you’re talking.” He adds, in the hang-dog grumble he’s notorious for. 

Eddie stares at him. 

“Can he seriously not hear me?” 

“No.” Steve and Jonathan answer together. 

“I can kind of still hear,” Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddie’s face. “But its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but you’re also talking too fast for that.” 

Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; “Why can’t you take them?”

“It’s Friday.” Byers deadpans. 

Eddie’s not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too. 

He’s not sure how Jonathan did that. 

“So?” Steve snarks back. 

What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because he’s too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still don’t even like each other.  

Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him. 

(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.

“Oh they don’t hate each other.” Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. “I think they’re actually friends now?” 

“You think?”

“Well--you’ve seen them.” Will shrugs. “I think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.” 

‘What the hell.’ Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books. 

Byers the Elder, he decides, isn’t the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.

The pay off is immediate. 

Or at least, the pay off of watching Steve’s shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)

[allthepandasintheworld]

tonight's mood is listening to disease by lady gaga on repeat (i probably wont finish this sketch but like. guys)

[octylish]

who's this freak

[splatbastards]

what if sea critters were GAY and AUTISTIC or some shit...

[sorayep]

i will die your daughter

i will, i will die your daughter

[doctorsiren]

I lied I’m posting the art now

Buncha doodles for a Theraprism fic I wrote up (which can be found here if you’re interested)

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the funniest parts about the whole “Leo not giving Draxum any grace” idea is that Draxum is one of the ONLY notable older men in the show that Leo isn’t willing to give a proper second chance to OR really hear out in the first place.

No seriously it’s genuinely a Thing.

[potato-lord-but-not]

Arthurs I desire carnally part one sen d help

@mintyeggs @blueberyboy @koszmarnybudyn I’m unwell thanks

[uncharted-constellations]

I am aware I said i wasnt gonna post my zelda 2.0 redesigns until i finished them all, but considering these have been sitting for nearly a year at this point (and may have been mucked by the new game coming out soon but who knows) I figured I might as well start sharing them.

But yes Links are included this round, some have funny pages, I promise i’m using the magazine/game manual pink dress zelda, just probably not where you’re thinking

[vervielle]

"Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune. "