#but gosh they're so cute!!!

[legolasghosty]

"i hate you" "there's people coming" and now they're making out

for Boggie cuz... y'know. :D please?

Ooooo okayyyy! Hehe I love these two, I don't get an excuse to write them nearly enough!

Bobby ducked into an alcove and let himself fall back against the wall, trying to get his breathing under control. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Nothing about tonight was going right.

In, 2, 3, 4, out, 2, 3, 4...

Having someone on his arm tonight was supposed to get people to leave him alone. Sure, Bobby had known it wasn't a permanent solution to the constant nagging over his upcoming ascension to the throne and his lack of a partner to sit beside him. But he'd expected his family and the court to be too relieved that he was showing serious interest in anyone to tear into any issues about who his 'partner' was.

In, 2, 3, 4, out, 2, 3, 4...

"Hey, you okay?"

Bobby flinched away from the voice, one fist clenching around the edge of his tunic. "I'm fine," he said, tone flat.

"Well I guess I'll just come be 'fine' with you then," Reggie said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he slid into the alcove across from Bobby.

Bobby forced himself to meet the eyes of his friend and 'partner'. Reggie was sweet, too sweet to be dealing with this disaster of an evening. Bobby should never have dragged him into this. He'd barely known the man for two months, for heaven's sake!

"Sorry, I figured you were someone else," he forced out. "Are you okay?"

Reggie shrugged. "I'm alright, nothing I haven't heard before."

Bobby felt his shoulders tensing all over again at the thought of anyone talking down to Reggie like that at all, let alone often enough for him to be so accustomed to it. He wondered just how far away Reggie was from. It must be within the country. Bobby could likely have a whole squadron of guards there in under 48 hours, ready to destroy anyone who dared to hurt the angel of a man before him.

"I'm sorry," he said. No reason to voice any of his true thoughts. "For my family and for dragging you into this."

Reggie inched closer, fingers brushing against Bobby's knuckles. "Hey, I knew what I was getting myself into. It's all good."

"No, it's not!" Bobby snapped. "No one should be saying those sorts of things about anyone, but I knew they would and I still brought you here."

"They're just careful because they care about y-" Reggie began.

"No they don't!" Bobby interrupted. "They tear into everyone they see as 'lesser', regardless of how good that person is or isn't. They enjoy it. They don't care about me, they just care that I'm the one who's going to be sitting on that throne next year."

He felt like he was going to tear his clothes with how tightly his fingers gripped them, but he couldn't seem to stop. The words kept slipping from his mouth. He couldn't turn it off.

"I mean, why the heck do you think I haven't dated anyone? There's never been anyone that I cared about enough to make it worth the pain my family would cause them. Sure I'm interested in someone every once in a while, but 'interested' isn't enough to keep anyone around after them. I might as well just die alone and childless and let the kingdom pass to someone who isn't as polluted as I am."

He finally stopped, breathing hard. Reggie was just staring at him. Bobby waited for him to run. That was the only logical thing to do. But the young knight didn't budge.

"What would it take for you to let someone in?" Reggie asked finally.

Bobby blinked hard, trying to make sense of the question. Hadn't he just said that was what he would never do? What he shouldn't do? But Reggie's face is so open and curious, how can Bobby deny him an answer?

"I guess I would have to love them," Bobby responded.

"Then what does that mean you feel for me?" Reggie asked, voice soft. "If you would have to love someone to bring them here, what does that mean for us?"

I love you, Bobby wanted to say. But he couldn't. He couldn't subject Reggie to the pain that was the life he was trapped in. The people he was surrounded with. The constant nagging and prodding and needling to make everyone else happy. Reggie was good. He should be free. And this was never real to begin with.

"I hate you," Bobby said, the words catching on his lips like the jagged lies they were.

Reggie's eyes flashed with something Bobby knew he despised, though he couldn't fully read it before it was gone. Then Reggie's gaze darted past Bobby's shoulder and panic took over his expression.

"People coming," was all the explanation Bobby got before Reggie was crowding into his space, hands cupping his jaw as the knight's mouth met his.

Bobby tried not to melt into the kiss. It was just a performance after all. But Reggie's lips were warm and his hands were gentle and Bobby couldn't resist the urge to twine his own arms around the other's waist, pulling him closer. Reggie let out a pleased sound and Bobby was helpless against the desire to run his tongue over the knight's lower lip. And when he was allowed entry into his mouth, there was no stopping him.

He knew it was wrong. But it felt so good, so easy, so freeing to kiss Reggie. The guiding motions of the hand sliding up into his hair reminded him of riding through the fields, both of them spurring their horses to go faster and faster as the wind yanked at their clothes. The soft moans that passed between their joined mouths were sweeter than any symphony Bobby had been forced to sit through as a child. The steady weight pressing him against the wall was the best kind of drowning. It urged him to let go, to sink, to forget the world of before.

And then it was gone. Bobby couldn't breathe. Reggie leaned back, glancing past him.

"They're gone, sorry about that," the knight said, his voice hoarse.

"Don't you dare apologize," Bobby managed, still struggling for air.

"You said you hated me," Reggie pointed out softly. "And then I kissed you."

Oh yeah. Bobby said that. He should say it again. For Reggie's sake. But he couldn't. Not with all the memories if their adventures together at his fingertips. Not with his gentle words rolling over him like the tides. Not with the phantom feeling of their bodies entwined consuming his thoughts.

"I don't," Bobby admitted before he could stop himself. "I don't hate you. I should, but I don't."

A smile lit up Reggie's face, small as it was. "Yeah?"

"I want you to be safe," Bobby sighed, "and safest would be away from me. But I don't know if I can be okay with that."

"You don't have to be," Reggie promised, grabbing his hand. "We can make this work."

"It's not going to be easy," Bobby warned. But the war was already lost. They both knew it.

"I love a challenge," Reggie joked, like he had the first time they met.

This time, it was Bobby who kissed him first. It was softer than before, more honest. A promise to try. And Reggie kissed him right back, sealing the deal. Well this was a terrible idea. But Bobby couldn't bring himself to care.

[booasaur]

Yellowjackets - 2x06

[echoes-in-echoclan]

ARE FALLENSTAR AND RINGSTAR CIRCUSCLAN BROTHERS?!?

Stay tuned, more may be revealed... But first, the show must go on.

But also I drew baby Kestrel he's sUCH A SPUD POTAT

[hystericfae]

I regret to inform you all that I've fallen into the hole. I am watching an anime that is both romantic AND comedy

[double--blind]

WIP 😳

[sketchy-tour]

scuttles in

Dandy is precious and I feel like they would be friends with Gloom

Scuttles away

I AGREE I THINK THEY SHOULD BE FRIENDS!!!!

Gloom beloved @theknifeclown

[teddiepickers]

"There have always been jokes all over our songs; I originally started writing lyrics to make my friends crack a smile, which is difficult."

[azureasterart]

happy fucking birthday.

it's a Moon birthday(new year) doodle with her boyfriend!!! Glala. Gladiter Gladinator glagi.

[stealingyourbones]

Here’s my 3. This is an old photo and none of them are still around, but this photo makes me happy. From left to right: Baby, Tigger and Shady. 

[vargaslovinghours]

Coparenting a baby, now with separate bodies!

[legolasghosty]

Hello my love!! How are you?

I saw this comic and immediately had to think of willex.

It would work either way I think, but my first thought was Willie as the green and Alex as the blue fox.

So now I'm unofficially handing this in as a prompt for a drabble, maybe when you need to get your mind off something this can jumpstart your writing cells (and if not, that's totally fine too, but I wanna hear your thoughts!)

Love youuuu!!

Hello my love!!! Sorry on the delay, I was meaning to have this ready to post yesterday! Curse irl people for taking up too much of my time and leaving none for my fiance :( But here we go!!!

Willie opens their eyes slowly. The bedroom is still dark; not even a sliver of sunlight falls from between the curtains. A faint light comes from the digital clock on the far side of the bed. It barely pushes back the shadows that cocoon them and fill the room.

Willie's first thought is that they must be in his room, since his bedroom window faces almost due west and doesn't get any sun till later in the day. But the sheets on the bed are pale and devoid of patterns. There's no dragon stuffy on the bedside table beside his phone. The shadow cast by the lamp looks like a turtle, not a bat.

Alex's room then. And it's dark. Which probably means...

Willie groans when he picks up his phone and sees the time. Great. His first day to sleep in all week and he's wide awake at 4:30 am. They mutter a curse at the heavens and roll over, leaving the evil phone on the bedside table.

The view on this side is much nicer at least. Instead of a timekeeping soulsucker, now he's staring at his sleeping partner's back. Alex's side rises and falls steadily with his breathing. The duvet, which Willie knows rather than sees is a dark pink, is bunched up around his waist. The shadows of the room caress his bare back like a blanket. Willie resists the urge to trace each line and curve of his spine. He doesn't want to wake him.

How the heck did Willie get lucky enough to score a guy this pretty?

Willie props himself up on one elbow to get a better look at his sleeping partner. Alex's hair has fallen over his face like it always does, the ends fluttering slightly as he exhales. His neck and shoulders are relaxed in that funny way that they never seem to get when he's awake. One arm is folded across his chest while the other stretches out towards the far edge of the bed.

Willie wishes there was enough light for him to examine all the random scars across his lover's body. There's the ones on his hands and wrists from his cats of course, and that one across his palm from when a drumstick broke on him and the idiot was too proud to pause midsong and get a new one. Then there's the one on his left bicep from a bike accident when he was a kid, and the one near his right elbow that even Alex doesn't remember the origins of.

The cluster of them on his knee from a bad fall when he was 12. The one on the back of his heel from wearing those awful sandals for too long on a family hike in high school. The ones on his chest that match Willie's. The one on his ankle from a stray box cutter when they were first moving in together.

So many memories, good and bad, all littered across his skin. Willie forces themselves to keep their hands tucked in close. No matter how badly he wants to curl up with his chest against Alex's back and trace every pale mark with his fingertips, Alex's alarm won't go off for hours. The last thing they want is to ruin his rest.

Willie knows they should probably roll over, drag their eyes off of the beautiful man laying beside them before they do something stupid. But for the life of him, he can't. Sue them, Alex is pretty and looks so soft in the embrace of the early morning shadows. It's all Willie can do to keep from reaching over to brush a strand of hair off his forehead, maybe let their hand trail down his shoulder on the way back.

No, he can't. Alex's sleep is important. No matter how much Willie wants to hold him, he can't wake him up. He can't. No. Nope. No cuddles, no waking up Alex-

"I can feel you vibrating," Alex mumbles, making Willie jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Willie hums back after a startled moment, their voice coming out gravelly and low.

Alex doesn't open his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirks up. "Well you did, so we might as well cuddle," he points out, the words slurring together a bit.

Willie chuckles and shifts closer. Alex inches back until his back brushes Willie's chest. It's barely a minute before they're settled, Alex spooned by Willie's body. Alex lets out a contented sigh and nuzzles Willie's arm. Willie echos the sound as they press a light kiss to Alex's shoulder.

"Sleeping now," Alex slurs, his breathing evening out again.

"Sweet dreams," Willie responds. Their own eyelids are getting heavy, their heart rate slowing to match the steady drumming of Alex's against his chest. "Love you."

"Love you too," Alex mumbles as he succumbs to slumber.

Willie leaves another featherlight kiss on his husband's neck as the light fades away behind his eyelids. Gosh he was so in love. They certainly didn't mind waking up in the middle of the night sometimes if it would always end like this.

[soffkitty-system]

Petttting yuo.. soft and fluffy kitty getting scritches on the soft kitty head style

I need to pet more people more often.. kitttyyyyyyssss 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🫂

I may be delirious from meds sorwrryyy

😸 awawawawawa thank u!!!!! Pets are always nice!!!!!

[megatrons-tits]

Here are all the plushies so far. These will be sold at TFCon Orlando! I'm currently building up inventory, so if you don't see your fave let me know and I'll add them to my list. I will be making multiples of each character, and I'm working as fast as possible without injuring myself haha.

[lillazyboithings]

Day 12 - The Fair

Y'all can definitely tell how rushed this thing is and how UNEVEN mischa's sleeves looked because apparently I wasn't looking when I drew it-

But for this one, I just imagined these two dorks hanging out at the fair, idk, my brain has been rotting-

@june-doe-event

[licorishh]

Replayed Modern Warfare 3 2011 on Veteran tonight and goooooooood night. Blood Brothers never gets any easier to watch no matter how many times you've done it and the ending really never misses huh

I apologize for the amount of yapping in the tags I reread it all on mobile and started giggling because it went on for so long but eh. Blessed are those who won't shut the freak up and all that

[dawdlecentric]

D3G_Takahashi you are the boniji artist ever 💗💛

Their art really make me feel like this every time

I haven't seen all of their boniji/BTR art yet but these are my favorites so far (tho tbh I love all of their art!)

Source under the cut