#and it really is every. night.

[ruhrohrichie]

“What’s the most selfish thought you’ve had lately?”

Eddie’s breath caught in his chest. God, Richie always asked the most unexpected questions when they had their deep, late night one-on-one hangouts. When the quiet of the night subdued them a bit, the clandestine feeling of nighttime making them even more open with each other than usual—vulnerable, brave.

“Just thoughts?” Eddie asked. He squeezed at the beads inside the bean bag they were lying on through the fabric and didn’t look at Richie. “Or things I’ve done?”

“Thoughts,” Richie said decisively, sitting up. “You think through your actions too much. I wanna know what Eddie Kaspbrak’s pure id looks like.” He smirked as Eddie met his eyes. “Relax, Eds, this is a judgement free zone. I’m not gonna arrest ya for thought crimes.”

But Eddie couldn’t relax. Richie wasn’t wrong—there were times Eddie could be impulsive, but that wasn’t his usual MO. Usually he did still monitor himself somewhat, but that was only polite, right? He couldn’t go around saying and doing everything he thought. Especially not around Richie.

Which was why he was hesitating now.

“Come on,” Richie goaded him. “Something you’ve thought about, all consequences and niceties be damned.”

Eddie swallowed. Met Richie’s eyes, then looked away. Selfish. Eddie’s brain could get quite selfish, especially at times like this, when he had Richie all to himself, just like he was always wanting so bad.

He started out soft. “I dunno,” he mumbled, still looking at his own lap. “I guess I was a little selfish today. I was really fucking annoyed you picked Bill as your Scrabble partner.”

Richie barked out a laugh at that. “Yeah, that’s fair. None of you stood a fucking chance.” Eddie huffed and crossed his arms.

“Not because he’s an author and you’re a freak genius, dumbass.”

Richie’s eyebrows shot up past his glasses, and that’s when Eddie knew Richie knew even though he hadn’t said it. “Aw, Eds,” he beamed, clearly too pleased as he leaned in closer, “did you wanna be my partner?”

“Yes!” Eddie burst out. He was aware he was pouting, and blushing, but Richie didn’t even comment on it. His eyebrows were lifted more gently now, like he was surprised and waiting for more, waiting for an explanation, or a cue.

So Eddie explained. “I always wanna be your partner,” he said. “I always want you to choose me. I want you to want me, more than you want anyone else. That’s my most selfish thought.”

“Eds—“ Richie started. But as dilated as his eyes were, as soft as his voice was, Eddie couldn’t stop there.

“No, I’m more selfish than just that. I want you to want me so bad you can’t think straight. I want you to want me so bad you can’t help yourself.” At some point, Eddie’s hands had balled up into fists. “You know what I think about, Richie?” He turned his head toward him, finding Richie already leaning closer, absolutely rapt. Eddie took a shaky breath and, looking at Richie’s lips, said, “I think about sucking you off. Every night before I fall asleep I think about how nice it would feel to have your cock in my mouth, to feel it on my tongue.”

Richie’s jaw clenched, and he took in a breath through his nose, purposeful, like he was trying to control himself.

Eddie didn’t want that.

“My most selfish thoughts are the ones I have about you every day,” Eddie breathed. “If I could have anything I want, I’d want to be on my knees with your hand in my hair and your cock down my throat. I want to feel you slowly lose your grip on your control—because I know you would try to control yourself at first. You wouldn’t wanna hurt me. But I wanna see how long you last caring about that before you go just a little too far and feel me gag around you. I wanna watch you try to hold back, try to apologize, but you just have to shove your cock even further down my throat, because it’s really hot to watch me choke on it, isn’t it? I want you to think I’m so pretty while I’m crying on your cock, I want—“

“Eddie,” Richie nearly growled. And that was all the warning Eddie got before Richie rolled on top of him, nailing him to the bean bag as he kissed him. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he panted. Eddie could feel Richie’s lips curling into a smirk. “So pretty, and so small, and so cute.” Richie pinned Eddie’s wrists down and forced his hips between Eddie’s legs. Eddie cried out as Richie bit down on his neck. “And it is just so fucking cute that you think I’m gonna even try to control myself once I have my cock forced down your tight little throat.”

[adrift-in-thyme]

There’s something terribly poetic in the inevitability of events in EPIC. The choices Odysseus is given lead to no win situations. They aren’t really choices at all.

Kill a foe’s child or witness the death of your own. Sacrifice six men or sacrifice them all. Allow your crew to starve or watch as they slaughter sacred cattle.

Sacrifice your friends, your brothers, or give up your last chance at reaching home.

In the end, the result is always the same. He destroys himself

[beybuniki]

finals season for grad student Izuku (The Lore in the tags)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[letsduneit]

thinking about paul saying "we're harkonnens. so this is how we'll survive. by being harkonnens" and about jessica saying "your father didn't believe in revenge" and paul replying "yeah well i do" and how things can die even as they continue to draw breath and how the harkonnens really did kill off all three of the atreides that night not just leto

[dizzybizz]

"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"

[youstillsaiditsname]

i think i loved you, but i guess i'll never really know

joan tierney / death cab for cutie / sylvie baumgartel / the crane wives / @araekni / khalid hosseini / lev st valentine / wendy cope / richard siken (reordered)

[transmonstera]

seeing other trans people be happy and enjoy being trans is not a threat to you. to doubt their transness because they're (perceived as to be) not as miserable as you is, however, a threat to them. - transmonstera

[IMAGE ID: "to measure the validity of other transsexuals by their misery is to hold the cissexual narrative higher than your own right to joy" in bold white text. the background is a number of yellow measuring tapes and rulers. the base of the measuring tapes has a sad face sticker on the side. the background is solid black. END]

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[spoopdeedoop]

random ass hc that benji gets super emotional over cute animal facts

[lopashes]

medical malpractice tonight?? medical malpractice tonight queen??

[logansargey]

If I was Lewis Hamilton, I would've locked Nico Rosberg in my basement and never have let him go.

But he did, and it was the biggest fumble of the century.

[satoumafuyuss]

Still getting used to drawing them but I'm happy with how this turned out so I will post it :)

[bonchobrick]

I just want a fic where Danny and Jason are just fucking laughing so hard they’re wheezing and bawling as they make death jokes while everyone else is SO uncomfortable

Like they’re full on cackling like Danny will say “We’re not allowed in certain rooms”

Jason will b like ‘what rooms’

Danny will say ‘living rooms’

And they both start dying (metaphorically) of laughter slapplin the counter crying while dick is trying real hard not to shatter the mug in his hands with a constipated expression that rivals Bruce’s a seat away from him (+bonus points if the joke is something that is on the verge of being utterly lame like a near science pun)

(I dunno if a lot of people will see this post but if you do please I’m begging you add a death joke guys please it would be so funny)

[orangehalfpeeled]

watched the hideduo stardew valley vod..