#because the brain worms are back

[hdawg1995]

the "do it, you won't" reverse psychology i experience from myself and others is very dangerous at 3:42am when i can't sleep so i'm looking through old writing docs and get The Urge

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[atomicradiogirl]

house and wilson in house md is the opposite of queerbaiting. they are the most canon tragic friends to lovers situationship in fiction history they literally move in together, EVERYONE thinks they’re a couple, house literally fakes his own death just so he can be alone with wilson in his last few months of life, the show ends with them riding off into the sunset together. they literally love each other. the only thing missing is they don’t kiss (on screen). dear GOD. and this show is from 2004. house and wilson invented 90% of modern day queer ship dynamics. just saying.

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: improper use of plumping lipgloss, mentions of alcohol, oral sex, it's steddie endgame i promise | crossposted on twitter

it’s no secret, steve likes making out. likes isn’t a strong enough word. he loves making out. loves grabbing hold of someone and pulling them close, loves laying over them on a couch, on a bed, hips just barely moving as he takes them apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

that doesn’t change once he’s had a few drinks either, body tingling with tequila or vodka or something equally strong that has his inhibitions thrown to the wind. he’s always able to find someone willing to dance with him, hips pressed together and arms wrapped around shoulders.

it’s usually girls, pretty things with pretty hair that draw steve in like a punch drunk happy moth to an overzealous flame. they’ll turn their heads with a flirty shy smile and follow him out to the dance floor before pressing up tight against his front.

they’ll curl their fingers into his where they rest low on their hips and keep him close. they’ll drop their heads onto his shoulder and let their breath ghost over the side of his face until he gets the all too obvious hint.

steve likes making out on a dance floor. no, not likes.

loves.

that is until his lips are covered in sticky, sweet lip gloss and he’s pulling away because his tongue is on fire, tingling from something other than alcohol and the thrill of being in a pretty girl’s mouth.

“what is that?” he yells into her ear over the bumping bass.

“sorry,” the girl says sheepishly, “it’s my lipgloss. it plumps my lips.”

she goes back in to kiss steve once more and he isn’t exactly going to deny her. her lips are pretty just like her, plump and shiny and all too inviting, so he kisses her back. the gloss is spicy on the cracks of his lips, on the tip of his tongue when he he pulls her lip in between his teeth. it’s addictive in a way. he wonders if his own lips will plump up from the contact alone.

later, when they say their drawn out goodbyes outside of the club, he’ll ask to borrow the lip gloss since his night isn’t over yet. she’ll pull it out with a grin and apply it so sweetly to her own lips and then to his. her touch is gentle and precise before she puts the tube back in her purse and then connects their lips for a final time.

steve likes to make out. no, not likes.

loves.

so he goes to a bar around the corner, robin hot on his coat tails with some blonde she picked up attached to her side, and he’ll order a vodka soda that he can sip through a straw so he doesn’t destroy his pretty glossed lips. the bar is grungy, but steve almost prefers that, able to blend into smoky shadows and dark corners while he watches the crowd.

while he watches someone in the crowd watch him back.

he has wild curly hair and handcuffs on his belt and steve swears he’s staring at his lips and the way the light is bouncing off of the gloss, but he isn’t too sure. not until there’s wild curly hair and handcuffs on a belt standing right in front of him.

steve has a different confidence with guys. maybe it’s because he has to read them a little differently. maybe its because he gets read by them a little differently, too. but flirting is flirting all the same and steve finds himself biting at his lip and licking away some of the spicy lip gloss with a wince as it burns the inside of his mouth.

curly hair handcuff guy is cuter once they start talking for a while, all animated and vibrant, a bright shiny beacon in a dingy bar. he finds out his name is eddie with a lingering handshake that means something, fingers trailing and tingling like they had a spice to them, too.

they don’t dance, but they do end up out back, sharing a cigarette as drunk people stumble around them. it’s easy enough for eddie to light, flame from the lighter sparking in his big, brown eyes.

“so steve,” he says, flicker of some other kind of spark in his eye, “where to?”

and steve knows how to do this part. he grabs the cigarette out of eddie’s mouth and puffs on it himself, blowing the smoke over his head. “is it too forward to say i don’t think i can last much longer without getting my mouth on you?”

eddie grins and lets his eyes flit down. “no. is it too forward for me to say that i’d let you do anything to me, mouth or otherwise?”

he takes the cigarette back and steve can see his trace left behind on the filter, can see when the hint of gloss hits eddie’s lips if the wrinkle of his eyebrows is anything to go off of.

he doesn’t say anything, just winks over at steve. he doesn’t say anything, just drags him into a taxi. he doesn’t say anything, just wraps a hand high over steve’s thigh, just pushes steve up against his apartment wall, just fumbles over handcuffs and pushes down his jeans.

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

if he loves making out, then he really fucking craves giving head. he feels like a cartoon animal with hearts popping out of his head as he pulls eddie’s cock out of his briefs. he licks his lips like he’s starving and regrets it when the gloss singes his tongue.

steve looks up from his knees and swipes a finger over his lips, holding it up high for eddie to see. “taste it,” he whispers.

eddie’s eyes widen, but he obediently bends his neck, tongue lolling out so he can lap at steve’s finger. “your lip gloss is spicy,” eddie says flatly as he recoils.

steve nods. “and it’s going on your cock unless you say otherwise.”

which is how steve finds himself turning eddie into a writhing mess. his hands hold onto the backs of eddie’s shaking knees as he works over his cock. his hair stings as eddie tugs on the strands. his eyes water as he sucks him in deeper and deeper into his throat, spicy lipgloss tingly on his tongue and cheeks.

“you are a fucking wonder,” eddie whines, hips humping as he grinds himself further into steve’s mouth. “just fucking made for this, huh?”

steve pulls off and spits on his cock to jack his hand over it as he pulls the head to his lips. he rubs the sensitive tip over his lips just to watch eddie twitch.

“you have no idea.”

he blows a line of cool air over the gloss that’s left there and drinks in the way eddie’s eyes roll back in his head before swallowing him back down, reveling in the spice that hits the back of his throat as he does so.

when eddie comes, he pulls steve off so he can paint his pretty, puffy, plump lips with it, dragging his cock over them to make a mess. it’s not a surprise when steve licks it off, spicy and salty and a special kind of sweet that he thinks is all eddie. he leans up to place a kiss into the thatch of hair over eddie’s cock, smearing behind come and shiny lip gloss.

“you gonna wait for me to come in my pants or can i go fuck you?”

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

and he loves giving eddie head. and he loves fucking eddie. and he loves waking up with a spicy, sticky residue on the side of his cheek after falling asleep with his head on eddie’s chest.

and maybe, just maybe, he’ll love eddie someday, too.

[zephyrartz-owo]

Mental Health Tip! Don't skip meals lest you be fighting demons

[demondirt]

ASS Trio in Stardew is a great example of the alt trifecta

- For goth we have Abigail

- Emo is Sebastian

- and Sam my pookie wookie is punk

Puts them in a blender i love them dearly I think I will draw trad goth Abigail some time soon

[lavishtine]

I'm rewatching Kremy and Gid's wedding and I'm so happy that I did, because I missed Richie saying this line originally.

Nikkie: Kremy you're walking very closely behind, you are technically and legally married to Gideon.

Richie: I guess common law really, probably nothing really changes.

My beautiful, beautiful boy 🤩

[hallowclave]

What a whimsical looking young man I wonder if he has received any job offers recently

Original photo

[tea-time-terrier]

Such a nice morning with the girls!

[kyuohki]

Thinking about what Zale and Valere told Ninja before they gave him the Key of Love...

Why did they tell him that they had been watching over him since he was born? Is it unique to just him, or to all the Messengers who had the potential to gather the notes for the Music Box? Or all Messengers, and not just Ninja?

Despite the fact that the world was cut off from the stars, people were probably still being born under the solstices, having extra powers from those special days even if they couldn't recognize it and weren't being trained to develop/use them? Was Ninja born under a solstice, and as a result, has a link to the Guardian Gods? (Are Messengers special *because* they're what's left of the Solstice Warrior system, but because so much information has been lost, no one remembers it or it's just a moot point now??)

Or could he be descendant of Garl? And that's why they were watching him so closely? Knowing that this Messenger is unknowingly continuing in his ultimate ancestor's footsteps, their best friend and family, and striving so hard to save the world?

Their light is so faint in the Sunken Shrine, too, so how much energy were they expending to keep an eye on him? And telling this young, tired, and determined Messenger that even afterwards that they will be watching over him...*cries*

[pifabo]

Not to cringepost about problematic old man yaoi, but upon my rewatch of The Gang Inflates.... errrr I'm gonna cringepost about problematic old man yaoi, sorry:(

Dennis, after finding out that Charlie has been hiding a secret room in his apartment, goes "So you truly have no reason to be sleeping with Frank???" before, immediatley (like SO immediatley), throwing out all of his furniture for literally no reason to share an inflatable couch-bed with his roomate while he experiences anaphylaxis.  What is WRONG with you.  When will you be NORMAL.

How, in that man's mind, does it make sense to ridicule Charlie for his behavior, while at the same time consciously and willingly choosing to do something EQUALLY if not MORE unnecessary in order to share a bed with his short-distance high-commitment long-term homosexual roomate.  Truly words cannot express how unecessary throwing out their furniture was.  Not to mention the fact they clearly had more inflatable furniture they could have blown up in order to sleep separatley.  It was a choice and a decision and on purpose. because he felt like it?? he wants to?? for fun???

Buddy don't throw stones from your glass closet.  YOU are the problem

[orangechickenpillow]

There’s something about Ezra and names. Throughout the movie, it’s easy to notice how adamant Ezra is that Cee tell him her name. He asks quite a few times, growing increasingly frustrated when she won’t tell him. I always found this interesting, as it seems like a strange thing to get caught up on. But then I realized -- it’s common for Sketchy People to ask someone (especially children) their name as a way to gain power or influence over them, usually disguised as friendliness or trustworthiness. 

The first thing Ezra does with Damon is ask his name. He then proceeds to verbally use Damon’s name eleven times in the ten or so minutes between then and Damon’s death. Ezra most often uses Damon’s name when bargaining, specifically at the beginning (when Ezra is trying to get information from him) and at the very end when Damon gains the upper hand. There is a brief period in between when Ezra is engaging in very casual, friendly conversation, learning more about Damon and sharing his own anecdotes. He doesn’t use his name even once during this brief conversation. 

Ezra uses people’s names as weapons. He uses them to try and worm his way into people’s heads (”Does this mean the deal is off, Damon?” “Damon your girl is scared, you should listen to her.” “It’s a shame, Damon”), calls them by their name to connect with them, to grab their attention, to try and manipulate them. So, when he’s put in a shitty situation with a teenage girl whose nerves are clearly one breath away from frying, it makes sense that he’d want to know her name. Easier to connect with her, easier to get her to trust him, easier to manipulate her. 

But it’s only well into their reluctant partnership that he actually does get her name. And do you know how many times he uses it during the movie? Once. One time, that’s it. Even when they continue working together, Ezra doesn’t use her name against her -- doesn’t even need to, because at that point they’ve both unconsciously decided that they’re going to work together.

[iscariotapologist]

it's so funny that people are calling me an episcopalian over that post as prior to that experience i literally had not gone to a church service in years and am not actually even christian. but yes of course it was an episcopal church. and yes i will probably go back this sunday.

[junespriince]

First thoughts on who's the sunshine and the sunshine protector for kart?

WELL IT WRONG BART THE SUNSHINE PROTECTOR AND KON THE SUNSHINE THAT NEEDS PROTECTING AND NO I WILL NOT TAKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ON IT.

[alectoperdita]

need joukai before i shrivel up and die

[lesbianashleywilliams]

AKIKO YOSANO IN BUNGOU STRAY DOGS SEASON 4 TRAILER 2