#but you can’t stop me

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[sadly-im-vhena]

“YoUr BoDy iS a tEmPLe—“

Yeah well call me a crusader bc I’m boutta desecrate this temple

[yantao-enthusiast]

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[rowanisawriter]

Thanatos’s sprite being so intimidating with his scythe and his scowl and his pale eyes is actually so funny since it turns out he’s the most ridiculous character in the game and says shit like “what are we” and “i miss not feeling anything” and he gives you his little toy mouse that he’s just had in his pocket since he was a kid and his own mother confirms that he’s a category 1 yearner

[kelin-is-writing]

How… Do I recover from this…?

[lovealwayssay]

I would pay an ungodly amount of money for a Supernatural finale where Dean rescues Cas from the Empty and tells him he loves him too, Eileen comes back to be with Sam, and Jack chooses to live with the four of them in the bunker as a happy family.

[plistommy]

Steve takes Eddie’s virginity by riding the older boy after a long session of smoking and drinking inside the metalheads cramped van.

He’d praise Eddie on how good he’s making him feel, how big his dick is and how he’s so pretty under him that it makes Eddie moan loudly, strong hands roaming and squeezing the fat of Steve’s ass as he begs to fuck Steve harder.

”I need to fuck you, Steve- please, sweetheart-”

Steve would kiss him, sloppy and wet as he whines into Eddie’s mouth when the dick inside him hits just right.

When he pulls back, breathless, he picks up the pace and finally lets Eddie buck up to meet his thrusts.

Eddie would just look up at Steve, brown eyes wide and realize he’s so in love with the gorgeous boy on top of him and he never wants to let go. Never.

[miametropolis]

when the Doctor goes to the Powell Estate on New Year’s Eve as he’s dying, he asks Rose what year it is. all of the other visits were so calculated. he saves Mickey and Martha on a distant planet, just in the nick of time. he swats Luke out of the road before a car comes. he goes back in time and finds Geoffrey Noble, borrowing a quid, and gives Wilf a winning lottery ticket worth millions. he caught Donna’s wedding, just as she stepped out of the church.

But Rose. Oh, with Rose.

the Doctor says: “what year is this?” because he doesn’t even know.

do you think he just jammed his hands into the telepathic circuit as his body failed? do you think he just dreamt of her, desperately, the one face he was dying to see? do you think he hoped, prayed, that somehow he’d end up on her doorstep?

and the he’s in an alleyway full of snow. in London. and he knows that building, knows those stairs. and it’s finally snowing, for real this time. and he sees her, doesn’t even mean to speak to her, too afraid of timelines and paradoxes as putting her at risk…

but he’s in pain, and he grunts, and Rose—always ready to help someone in pain—turns around.

and the Doctor says: “what year is this?”

and when Rose says it’s 2005…oh, how his face lights up. It’s all ahead for her. And for him, too. I bet—he says—you’re gonna have a really great year...

[sun-e-chips]

When your night salvaging in the ruins of a collapsed Pizzaplex doesn’t go as planned..

[enviedear]

JASON TODD has become quite good at pushing people away, keeping his distance so he doesn't get hurt again. it’s second nature by now—detach, deflect, disappear. but with you, it’s like every wall he’s ever built starts crumbling the moment you look at him. he’ll find himself staring at his phone, rereading texts from you, overanalyzing the little things. did you mean something more when you told him “i miss you”? or are you just being nice?

and when you’re around, he’s hyper-aware of every detail—the way you laugh, the sound of your voice, how your hand sometimes brushes his arm like it’s no big deal, but it is to him. and that’s the problem. he’s spent years telling himself he doesn’t need anyone, that caring only leads to pain, but now he can’t stop. it’s like you’ve found a way under his skin, and no matter how hard he tries to fight it, thoughts of you lingers in the back of his mind.

what scares him the most is the realization that he’d do anything to keep you safe. anything. he’d put himself at risk, make enemies, burn bridges—hell, he’d burn the whole hellscape that is gotham city down if it meant protecting you. that’s not the kind of person he wants to be again, the one willing to sacrifice everything for someone else. but every time he tries to pull away, to put distance between you, it backfires. because the thought of losing you feels worse than anything else. and he’s not ready to face what that means, not yet.

[apollos-boyfriend]

my favorite part about the dsmp as it currently stands is that since the creators are done they’re over it you can just say whatever the fuck you want. there’s no possible future canon to dispute it. there’s no creator who’s going to step out of the woodworks because they’re not touching that again with a 30 foot pole. i can say the most insane bullshit never be proven wrong and i think that’s beautiful

[erosology]

simon riley obsessed with casual affection but too proud to verbally admit it so he just sorta initiates it when you least expect it.

pulls you into his lap when you're trying to clean and he's tired of you paying attention to anything but him. “si, i need to—” “i don't care. stay.”

gently bumps his head against yours until you get the message to run your fingers through his hair. “didn't know you were such a softy,” you coo. “i am not a softy,” he snaps, but there's far more bark than bite and he looks far too content to be anything other than infatuated.

traces the fabric of your pants during quiet moments when you both are doing your own things without even realizing how soothing it is until you shift in your seat. pulls your leg back into his reach and resumes his ministrations, his eyes on whatever has his attention but his heart in your chest.

“don't,” he whispers in your ear when you shift away from him in the morning in order to start waking up, and it's so close to a whine you find your heart collapsing in on itself.

“don’t what?” you breathe, almost in disbelief to hear the glass in his voice. “you don’t want me to get up yet?”

“no.” there’s a tremble, a shaking of vocal chords that shows you more than any straying hands and greedy arms could ever. a fragile beat of caged hope that maybe, just maybe, he can keep you with him a little longer. “please. ‘m not ready.”

i’m not ready to go back to pretending like i don’t need you. i’m not ready to put on this charade of carefully constructed callousness so i can keep you safe from corrupted heroes and unstable futures. i’m not ready to slip the mask back into place and ignore the blood staining my hands. i’m not ready to watch you live your life while preparing to not be a part of it in the slim chance that we lose this war. i’m not ready to let you go, not yet, not while we’re both still vulnerable and shielded from the world.

“okay,” you mumble back as you tuck your legs against his. “i’ll stay.”

[mangyraccooon]

Putting dragon in drag for fun and a gift for @diminuel <3 (what do you think crocodiles reaction would be?) ;3

[strawlessandbraless]

[frankiescatts]

goldenflower × bluestar

caroline, i’m on fire

take my hand and touch my soul

i was wrong to doubt you

you turned my whole world gold

[paperglader]

they really put alicent in bridgerton blue on the reunion and genuinely expected me to think that she didn’t in fact march all the way to dragonstone to get wifed up? bfr