#and i'm flattered

[canisalbus]

[piraterefrigerator]

hello there i wasnt being clingy at all absolutely not just then just now

sure you weren't <3

[plasmadefender]

Thankless job

[imagineacoolusername]

twin sirius & regulus, and remus & lily & james all work in the same store or shop or wherever, and they're all crushing on this one customer, but they're kinda confused bc he flirts with all three of them, but sometimes he only flirts with remus and calls james mate, or he flirts with lily and james and just nods his head at remus, and they're not entirely sure what's going on

[kwillow]

The difficulties of making threats of vengeance when your nemesis is a hardcore masochist.

[steddielations]

nonsexual d/s for sub Eddie week with art here by @ent-is-indecisive

“Eddie, will you please open the door?”

“I ruined it, Steve, I messed everything up.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, baby, let me in, c’mon.”

All the music from the party almost drowns out Steve’s voice, but a small pathetic piece of Eddie clings to it like an anchor. He opens the door and Steve’s brows knit sympathetically at the state of distress Eddie's in. It’s all fucked up.

His leather sleeve is wet and sticky, he can’t stop raking his fingers through his hair, ruining the nice waves Steve styled for him earlier because he was too much of a wreck to do it himself. It’s all fucked up.

“I fucked up.”

Shaking his head, Steve comes inside and shuts the door behind him. “It wasn’t that bad. Could’ve been worse, remember when Robin threw up in the middle of an audition.”

“Steve, at this point they’re gonna pay me not to make an album,” Eddie stresses, pacing around the bathroom. “I spilled wine all over the guy. Dale fucking Grazer wants to talk serious paper and shake my hand and I just emptied my stupid little glass all over him!”

“It was just wine, not puke or something,” Steve says lightly, trying to bring Eddie down from his frantic state. It works, his voice is a tether for Eddie to grab onto. “Come here, let me fix you up.” 

Eddie does as Steve says, not trusting himself to make any more decisions when all he’s done today is fuck up. 

Steve guides him over to the sink, wetting a towel and dabbing Eddie’s jacket. He’s so calm, like this isn’t the most important night in Eddie’s life and it’s not already blown and he can still make that hotshot from the record label like him.

Steve’s acting like everything’s fine, which makes Eddie feel stupid and small like he's overreacting, he tries to let Steve’s energy calm him too but it’s hard.

“You’re overthinking, I can see it on your face,” Steve says, being gentle but not in a coddling way that would make Eddie feel even more stupid.

He straightens out Eddie’s sleeve, good as new, then works on Eddie’s hair next. His fingers are soft and skilled and so sure, knowing exactly how to fix it and how to make Eddie melt under his touch.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, just trying to let Steve fix everything. He's way better at fancy parties and schmoozing than Eddie is. He always knows how to get Eddie out of his head and that’s what he needs right now. As pathetic as he feels about it, he needs to stop thinking. Let Steve think for him, even.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” Steve prompts softly and Eddie is helpless but to let it all out.

“I can’t stop saying the wrong shit. Why’d I tell him my dad’s in prison? Or bring up the dropped murder charges, or all that stuff about ket, I just can’t shut up.”

“No, that’s just you, the whole big personality charismatic rockstar thing. Trust me, that guy’s got star eyes for you.”

“This is just like with Paige’s label. I messed that up, and now I’m ruining Jeff’s chance again, and—”

“No you’re not, that guy loves Jeff already, everybody loves Jeff.” 

“You’re right, he’s got this, he doesn’t need me. Let’s just get out of here, make a run for it.”

Eddie barely takes a step before Steve’s hands circle both his wrists, his grip gentle but solid, holding Eddie in place. It flips the same little switch in Eddie as the cuffs they use in the bedroom. It takes away the option to run.

Somewhere in the jumble of his mind, he knows it’s the right choice, trusting that Steve wouldn’t let him make the wrong one.

“We’re not going anywhere, baby, this is your chance too.” Steve rubs up and down Eddie’s arms, guiding him around in front of the mirror. 

It’s hard for Eddie to look at himself right now and see it written all over his face. Steve cleaned the stain and made his hair perfect again but he can’t fix whatever’s making Eddie… Well, Eddie. Whatever it is that made him flunk senior year 3 times, or screw up the first chance he had to make something of himself, or the reason Ronnie won’t pick up his phone calls, or the reason Wayne sleeps with his keys on the bedside table in case he has to come running to Eddie’s rescue like always—

Steve’s fingers lightly cup Eddie’s chin, he’s standing behind Eddie now, his body warmly pressed against him.

“Look here, honey.” Steve gently tips Eddie’s head up to meet his own eyes in the mirror. They’re glistening with unshed tears that almost fall when Steve says soft but sure, “You’re not a fuckup,” and prompts Eddie, “Say it.”

Eddie swallows the lump rising in his throat, “I’m not—” 

He chokes up a little bit and Steve waits patiently. 

“Tell yourself,” Steve whispers, all earnest-eyed in the mirror like all he wants is to make Eddie believe it.

“I’m not a… fuckup,” Eddie gets the words out and a few tears slip free with them.

Steve brushes them away. “You can do this. Say it.”

With a deep breath, Eddie tells himself, “I can do this.”

Steve kisses his temple, gives him a little praise that he admittedly needs so much right now, “You’re gonna be so good.”

Eddie’s mind starts to clear of everything that’s not Steve rocking him slowly in his arms, whispering, “You’re my good boy,” as many times as Eddie needs to hear it. He feels his confidence building back up, getting more comfortable in his skin again with Steve holding him, believing the words Steve made him say in the mirror, believing the words Steve kisses into his neck and loves into his skin. He can do this.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” 

“Tell me,” Steve prompts and Eddie turns a little, blinking slowly, eyes feeling heavy with the slow dose of bliss Steve gave him.

“I’m your good boy,” Eddie murmurs and he believes it.

When they leave the bathroom later, Steve can’t hold his hand through this, but Eddie still feels him.

He charms the fuck out of those suits from the label. They love Jeff, everybody loves Jeff, and they love Eddie too. The whole band is definitely getting signed, at least that’s what Steve says on the ride home.

Eddie greedily soaks up all the praise and attention, feeling a little spacey with it, Steve's big warm hand on his thigh grounding him. He can't wait for them to get home so he can properly thank Steve.

[dragon-spaghetti]

DTIYS TIME!!! 🥹💖

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Rules below the cut ✨

💖@ me to enter so I see it!! I will be tagging entries as #dragonnie DTIYS

💖Deadline is March 26th, so one month!! But if you just wanna do it for fun even after that it's completely fine ;v;

💖Winner will get a fully lined & coloured drawing of their choosing (similar to how the DTIYS looks to be clear)

💖 You can change things like the outfits and adjust the pose a bit should you wish, but please keep it similar ;^^

💖Most importantly, have fun!!

Hit 2k followers over on twitter earlier today, and since I'm nearing 3k here (we're at 2.94k if ya wanna be specific) figured I may as well post it now!! Thank you all genuinely, honoured that so many like my art and silly rambles 🥹

[northstarscowboyhat]

Cool down doodle from last night. I think the greatest tragedy with older!Clover is they probably grow to about 6'1. But because their family is mostly giant monsters, they assume they're short.

[demi-pixellated]

a redesign: to sate my personal sensibilities

[standfucker]

Luffy being into you is never going to be subtle, he's very open with his feelings, but yall.

Imagine that he's in Gear 5.

He's going to go full AWOOGA AWOOGA on you, tongue unrolling out of his mouth and eyes popping out of his head, heart pushing out of his chest and everything.

It's going to be almost exactly like this

[captaincolorblob]

Everyday i think about this screenboard scene that got semi-scrapped from Donnie vs Witch Town, like it just explains so much about Donnie as a character and i’m very sad we didnt get to see it entirely

[lithyena]

I sewed another pair of jeans into a skirt 💚 and i'm so incredibly pleased with it! I fucked up a little bit when I widened the body part of it, so that's why I added the black strips down the side, to hide my failures c: and I'm glad it happened, because the strips are now my favourite part of the skirt.

I made it the same way as this skirt, only the pant legs were wider so it ended up being longer! and of course added more "bling" ☆

I'm so happy with it, and I think this might be my favourite skirt now (as if I don't say that every time I make a new one)

I just think this way of repurposing too small/ill fitting jeans are one of the raddest ways to upcycle. ⋆₊✩⊹˚

[giselle-animations]

I decided to finish this instead of sleeping, got too excited

[jeeaark]

I mean. Squid Greygold os cute

[darunyama]

I watched Kill la Kill ✂️

Looney Tunes flavored anime

[canisalbus]

Me, casually browsing Pinterest: oh cute dog, seems familiar *continues browsing before coming to an absolute halt* WAIT FUCKIN MACHETE-??

(I see the beloved gay Catholic hounds everywhere (/pos), though I’m not sure if you’re like,, cool with those folks reuploading your art ^^; )

As a side note, I needed a topic for a research project and your art has sent me on the wild trail of the historical prevalence and spread of different hound species in Medieval Europe and the Mediterranean. Your lads are officially peer reviewed XD

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