#but its been three days

[iamalivenow]

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

[baylardian-1]

"I've thought about having children, but I must say I never considered having them with you."

[metukika]

wheres my post canon adult lost contact with old friends lowkey depressed teru at

[atmothart]

Wouldn't lizard fashion be something like spikes and scales and a frilled lizard collar?

Like so?

(Bonus art under the cut)

[yrsonpurpose]

When you hold me, it holds me together.

[dizzybizz]

sleepy gill and gill with the bubbled evil cat

[luckyfaeth]

do revenge spoilers but i need to talk about this bc it wont leave my mind

simply cannot stop thinking about how eleanor wanted to hate drea so much. she did hate drea so much, and rightfully so. and we can see that channeling that anger was cathartic for her, but we also see the downfall of it. post-car crash, there’s a shift in eleanor as she’s staring into the mirror, and the montage of her and drea plays. 

she doesn’t want to like drea, she wants to keep hating her. but fuck, drea opened up to her so quickly, telling her that they were the same. they have the same anger. drea didn’t know how accurate that was at the time, doesn’t know the look on eleanor’s face as she realizes that she’s becoming what she thought she was out to destroy. 

that whole thing about how hate isn’t the opposite of love, indifference is? yeah. eleanor’s obssessed with drea, she’s been obsessed with her for five years. and to finally get close to her and realize how they’re two sides of the same coin, twin flames, etc etc, is as terrifying as it is comforting. 

even though their friendship was all part of eleanor’s plan, they had such genuine moments of joy and vulnerability and as all that is played over again in eleanor’s head, she realizes that she might have just fucked it all up. she thinks drea will never forgive her for what she did. that’s why she keeps going with her plan, i don’t think she really wants to at this point. 

that moment in the mirror as she smears her lipstick away, she’s messing up that perfectly crafted image she’s kept up in an act of defeat, while also fully committing to her #jokerarc because what other choice does she have? she started it, might as well finish it now since there’s no way in hell the one person she misses most would come back to her. 

except, drea does. because they’re fucked up soulmates. 

[dandyleyen]

Twitter post | Fellas, is it gay to hold hands in the bath and share your mana ?

[thesnacken]

"We're gonna go over this again, APPARENTLY," the sergeant barked, "because some of you airheads slept through the last time, and now Anders is in Med with four fractured vertebrae, and FreeOps has a pilot with broken hands.

"Pilots, despite appearances, are not DOCILE. They're understimulated. They are hungry in a way you cannot comprehend, because none of you have been plugged into a ten-ton omnidirectional autonomous weapon, with Tac-level information beamed directly to your brain in real time. A pilot spends their entire time out-of-field tired and in pain and desperate for anything that comes close to the level of stimulation they get from being in a Mech Unit.

"So every few months one of you barely-ranked-the-LSAT morons thinks 'Ah, a pilot. They're so frail, and agreeable, surely they'll be an easy way to get off'. Then six hours later I get a call from a VERY tired surgeon telling me one of my soldiers nearly had his neck pulled apart like a rack of ribs.

"So for every punk dumbass among you who thinks this sounds like a fun little challenge: You will be trying to bed a Living War Machine. You will succeed. You will regret it. And you will be flipping a coin that the place I send you after you're discharged from the Med Bay is the same place I send your dog tags. Leave. The. Pilots. Alone."

EDIT: This is officially a three-parter, but it IS done now! I'd love if people read it all!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yeah so i'm falling for @weevmo's Guys... they're so neat! i dig their vibes and can't wait to see what Corduroy Stew is all about <3

[moeblob]

New farmer (for 1.6 update reasons).

His name is Death and he's really death. He's pretty quiet and just wants to live in peace with his chickens. Tries to interact with the town as little as possible but is really curious about them and how they live and is super satisfied to simply watch them - but as the new person it seems no one wants to let that happen.

[lesbiandardevil]

merry yaoismas

[steveshairychest]

Steve confesses to Eddie in the pouring rain.

They'd been sitting on Eddie's small front porch talking because that's something they did now. They talked for hours and hours, just the two of them. About anything and everything, their sides pressed together as they shared a blanket. Steve doesn't even call before coming over anymore, nearly everyday after work he somehow ends up in a change of Eddie's clothes while watching some obscure movie Eddie claims to be a hit.

"Oh, it's raining!" Eddie exclaimed and jumped off of the couch to stick his hand out in the rain. And then he was out in the rain, no umbrella, no raincoat, not even any shoes. He stood in the pouring rain in the clothes they fell asleep in last night and danced around like the sound of the rain was his favourite song. "Steve! Get out here!" He beckoned Steve with a smile. He wiped wet hair out of his eyes before tipping his head back to feel the rain on his face.

He just stood there for a while, head tipped to the sky as he whispered secrets to the rain. Steve couldn't hear what he was saying from his spot on the couch but he could see that Eddie was smiling as he spoke to no one. The rain washed the secret words away, never to be heard by anyone. "Steve, dance with me." These words were punctuated by a loud clap of thunder.

"It's storming!"

"Come on, Stevie. Don't tell me you're scared of a little thunder. You've fought monsters before!" Eddie's clothes are saturated. The shirt he wore clung to his torso as he spun in a circle and smiled up at the dark clouds. "My boy is afraid of you."

My boy.

Steve was out in the rain in less than a second, his hair quickly sticking to his forehead as the heavy rain drenched him. "I'm not afraid." He said and grabbed Eddie's hand. "I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with you." He whispered softly, hoping that the sound of the thunder and rain would keep the words from reaching Eddie's ears.

But it didn't.

Eddie squeezed Steve's hand in his and moved his other to rest on Steve's hip. "That sounded a lot like a confession." He didn't look Steve in the eyes when he said it, he watched the ground instead as they started to slowly dance in the mud outside Eddie's trailer.

"Maybe it was." Steve blinked the rain out of his eyes and tried to stay calm, tried not to let go of Eddie's hand even though everything in him was telling him to run and hide. He's never had a good track record with these things. He knows that he falls in love too easily.

Eddie slid his hand to the small of Steve's back before gently dipping him, the rain cooled the heat in his face and dripped from his eyelashes when Eddie pulled him back up. "Would you let me be cliche and kiss you in the rain?" Eddie asked softly. A loud clap of thunder caused them to jump closer together, their noses brushing slightly as Steve exhaled shakily.

"I'll leave you out here alone to get struck by lightning if you don't kiss me right now." That was all Eddie needed to hear. He pressed his lips against Steve's in a gentle kiss and exhaled loudly through his nose as they both melted into each other's arms. It was perfect. The rain made the soft, sweet kiss a lot messier and slippery, but Steve didn't care.

He wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

But then Eddie tried to take things further. It didn't go well. He tried to dip Steve again and kiss him, but they ended up slipping and tumbling down into the mud.

[yb-cringe]

starving. dying. where are they.

[purusims]

happy one year

[hanadoesstuffwrong]

Some doodles because the concept art for this mediocre corporate mess has been haunting me