#and boy is he about to get it

[johaerys-writes]

Hello, I hope you're having a nice evening! Are u up for a wip Wednesday tmr? If u r, do you mind sharing us some tidbits? Thank you!!

Hello! And sorry for taking so long to respond to this!! I've been working on a fun little one shot with @baejax-the-great where Menelaus is heartbroken after his break up with Helen, and Patroclus and Achilles are just trying to cheer up an old friend (their intentions are very noble and very chaste fr fr):

Patroclus and Achilles' flat isn't how Menelaus had pictured it. He didn't expect it to be so cosy and inviting, with plush rugs, and cushions and fluffy throws over the couch and the armchairs, or the soft, warm light that the space is bathed in from the many vintage-looking lamps that seem to be in every corner of the house. More than anything, he didn't expect the large framed picture over the mantelpiece: a black and white photograph of Achilles in the nude, looking over his shoulder, his back and ass on display. 

His gorgeous, muscular back and his plump and sculpted ass. His hair drifts in the wind, a playful wave falling attractively over his eyes. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Achilles himself asks, appearing beside Menelaus with a drink in hand. "The photoshoot was Patroclus' gift to me for our fifth anniversary."

"You should see the picture we have framed in the bedroom," Patroclus laughs, taking off his shoes. 

Achilles laughs as well; low and sultry, the sound trickling down Menelaus' spine like warm honey. "Yes," he says. "You should." He doesn’t take his eyes off him as he sips on his drink. 

Menelaus huffs an awkward laugh, joining them. His skin feels like it's on fire, and he knows it must show on his face. His cheeks are naturally ruddy; he must look like a pomegranate by now. Achilles has always been handsome, devastatingly so, and more than a little cocky about it, but Menelaus thinks this is what had appealed to him from the very beginning; what he’d refused to acknowledge all the while he's known him. Patroclus, on the other hand, is softer, sweeter, so much more human and approachable— and the fact that his eyes are the deepest, warmest honey brown Menelaus has possibly ever seen has never helped matters. His skin prickles when Patroclus comes to stand at the other side of him, hand on the small of his back. 

It all seemed so much easier in the bar. Back there, Menelaus could pretend it was all in fun; perhaps just a casual romp between old friends. It's so much more real and solid here, now that he's in their home and standing between them, wanting both of them but not knowing how to reach. He has no idea how this sort of thing is done, and his inexperience after being with the same woman for years is only one part of it. 

Achilles tosses his drink back and takes Menelaus' hand. "Why don't I show you the bedroom?"

Turns out, Menelaus doesn't have to do much thinking. 

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[machinerot]

[queerdraws]

it's zoro's birthday!! happy birthday big guy, may you say many more insane things to your enemies in the coming years

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

i think im having a stroke

[puppyeared]

can i offer you some furries in this trying time

@laikascomet

[yuwuta]

satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).

but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.

[egophiliac]

i love your riddle design so much, he's so pointy and british. so gracious. do you think he would enjoy a brazilian goiabada

thank you! ❤️🖤❤️ it's just. important to me on a level I can't explain that Riddle have an extremely pointy nose that he can stick into everyone else's business.

also goiabada is sweet and fruity and red, I think he would like it very much indeed!

not me stealth-editing because I forgot his antenna whoops

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[starlightseraph]

obsessed with them.

[toboldlymuppet]

gripped by fear

my piece for dark waters, an op angst zine

[the-woman-upstairs]

Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.

Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!

AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).

Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.

All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.

[p1nkshield]

Bruce being just as guilty of introducing Jason to people like he is but a small little guy.

Bruce at gala supporting youth literary comprehension programs: Have you met my son Jason? As stubborn as kids can be I managed to get him to attend.

Beneficiary: oh that’s wonderful! Does your son enjoy literature?

Bruce: oh absolutely! That’s what convinced him to even come! He has so many respectable hobbies for someone his age. Kids these days rarely find value in the classics but not Jason! Honestly he reads more, and more in depth, than I do! He’s a little mechanic too! When I first saw him he was trying to take the tires off my car with a lug wrench that was bigger than him! It was quite a sight and a rather unconventional way to meet your son but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Beneficiary, blinks as they try to process all the proud dad info: …well that’s lovely, we have some activities for the children of the donors so that none of them get too bored!

Bruce: that’s great! I’ll let him know. Jason, can you come here for a moment?

A very tall, wide, and muscular man turns around and raises an eyebrow.

What a coincidence, that dude must also be named Jason.

He walks towards them

Jason: what do you want old man?

What

Bruce: there are activities at that table if you’re bored.

Huh

Jason: thanks for the memo but I’m not exactly at coloring book age anymore remember?

Bruce: I suppose you’re right :(

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[somegrumpynerd]

Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves