#but you didn't hear that from me

[soft-lee]

When he says "Don't think I haven't seen your tumblr posts" 🫠

[mauhandraws]

the interactions in harveston were too good

[spoiledskullz]

I've been rewatching mlp so I doodled Discord because I forgot how much I love them Lol

Also bonus Fluttershy

[blousemouse]

It's gotta be a LITTLE bit queer to be attracted to a mirror with your own face. Even if it is a girl mirror

[chaotic-toby]

Headcanon that Stu Macher has a really big crush on Michael Myers. Like everytime he watches the Halloween movies, he can't help but fantasize about Michael doing nsfw stuff to him

[somebluemelodies]

@atthebell's SPIDERBIT WEEK DAY TWO: coffee shop | sparring i wanted to participate yesterday but i got a little too busy :') so today it is!! coffee shop my beloved classic au <3

The bell above the entrance jingles, but Roier doesn't pay too much mind to it, organizing some pastries on one of the back shelves. Mariana can attend to the customer.

Until he's nudged. "Your boyfriend is here."

His head snaps over to his best friend, who has that knowing, shit-eating grin on his face. "Pinche pendejo-- cállate," he hisses under his breath. "He's not my fucking boyfriend! We barely know each other!"

"Sorry, it's hard to remember sometimes with the way your eyes burn into his head every time he sits down," Mariana responds, and it takes all of Roier to not strangle him then and there.

He ignores Mariana's snicker as he takes the man's place at the register, just as the frequent customer approaches. The man in front of him smiles fondly, and Roier's stomach does a somersault as his lips curve up in return.

The man first started coming in a couple of weeks ago - Cellbit. Roier's brain had nearly blue-screened the second he'd approached the counter, and he wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but Cellbit had seemed just as flustered as him.

(Cellbit had nearly fumbled through what would become his usual order trying to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous barista, and he still kicks himself in the ass to this day over it.)

As of the last week or so, they've had some semblance of flirting going on; compliments thrown between lingering gazes and brushes of fingers. But nothing has happened.

It goes like clockwork: a brief game of catch-up since Cellbit's last visit a couple days ago (Roier finds his job as a private investigator rather fascinating, if not exhausting) before Roier reluctantly pulls away to actually complete his order.

When Roier hands off Cellbit's coffee, their fingers brush, sending a familiar electricity through his veins. Cellbit's smile returns, but something about it feels warmer than usual. More... flirtatious.

"Gracias, guapito."

Roier short-circuits. Guapito? Guapito? That's... new. That's very new.

He prays to God the heat he feels creeping up his neck isn't visible, and in his attempt to recompose himself, his mouth works faster than his brain. "Ay-- de nada, gatinho."

Cellbit looks pleasantly surprised, cheeks flushing, before he's smiling wider and laughing. All Roier can do is laugh as well as the investigator turns to go find his usual spot.

(New territory. This is very new territory.)

(Does that mean Cellbit feels the same after all? Or is he just having fun? Wait, when did all of this become so serious--)

"And I thought I was bad."

Roier is once again drawn back by Mariana. "Hijo de puta-- don't you have better things to be doing right now, man?"

"There's not much better than this, man."

"Go-- I don't know, go text your fucking fiancé or something." Roier grabs a rag to wipe the counter. "And for the record, you and Slime were bad, man. Fucking terrible."

Their bickering continues for a few minutes until Mariana finally fucks off disappears into the kitchen. Roier attends to a few customers, mind momentarily distracted with the work.

He ultimately spares another glance in Cellbit's direction, though. The man has taken a brief break from typing on his laptop to instead write something down on a napkin. He watches Cellbit run a hand through his hair, evidently frazzled about something, pushing it back as he turns his head.

They lock eyes, and he sees Cellbit's piercing blues widen behind his glasses momentarily. Roier feels like he's been caught red-handed, frozen in place, but Cellbit's stress seems to dissipate as he flashes him a smile.

(Do something.)

Roier instinctively smiles back, waving - and then immediately internally kicks himself in the ass for doing so. But Cellbit chuckles, returning the wave before turning back to whatever he's been writing on his napkin.

The barista is surprised minutes later when Cellbit approaches the counter, rather than heading right out like he normally does. The napkin is in his hand, folded, and he looks awfully sheepish.

(Do something.)

Roier takes a moment to admire him, heart racing in his chest. And then, before Cellbit can even speak first, he finally cracks. "Are you free tomorrow? I get out early."

Cellbit is stunned. "I-- sí. Sí."

(Do something.)

"Do you wanna go out? On a date?"

"I would love to." He sounds almost breathless, trying to compose himself, and Roier's heart could beat right out of his chest with adoration.

Cellbit's hand trembles slightly as he holds the folded napkin out for Roier to take, but his smile is blinding. "We can work out the logistics a little later. Hasta mañana."

Roier opens it, finding two words and a series of numbers. call me <3

Still riding his courageous high, he nods, looking back up at Cellbit and smiling. Winking. "Hasta mañana, gatinho."

(Cellbit's knees feel like jelly. He feels like a kid having his first crush, but he isn't sure how much shame he has left at this point.)

(It's hard to care when they're both blushing messes.)

"Guapito," is all Cellbit can manage before he's turning around and heading towards the door, feeling hell of a lot better than he did walking in.

Roier watches him leave, and as soon as the door is closed, reality crashes onto his shoulders. No mames.

It doesn't feel heavy, though. It's... light. Really light. Exuberantly light.

It feels like the start of something truly wonderful.

[spirallinglake]

renfield didn't give rebecca flowers because he's 'in love' with her, he gave them to her because it's the only way he knows how to express gratitude. for the first time in decades, someone showed him real, genuine kindness, and he doesn't have a single clue how to respond. after all, why would he? he's never needed to, all he ever does is show artificial, forced care towards dracula.

renfield, not having the faintest idea how to thank rebecca for her kind words, thinks shit, how am i supposed to react to this?? but then he realises he's seen people receive flowers as a gift before, and he knows that flowers make people happy, so he goes with that. he is so grateful that another person is treating him with actual respect, he gives her flowers - he thinks he owes her a kind gesture, and that is how he does it.

[mists-reading-nook]

*Alhaitham wanting to hack our Akasha Terminal to get a look at out mind* Bold of you to assume I wouldn't like to dissect your brain too, pretty boy 🙂

At this point an ideal date would be hacking each other's brain as a way to get to know each other fr 💀

Tbh that would definitely happen,I can imagine it's just both of yall hacking eachothers brain and taking notes. The piles have reached the ceiling atp 💀

No but he's absolutely hacking our brain so he can get closer to us (depending on how you wanna see it,it's either romantic or platonic,in my case romantic). It becomes a daily thing for him to just hack into our mind and just look.

[swevenish]

the full thing!! the real deal!!

[abbybubbls]

Here's a controversial Aziraphale take for you: I think he really needs a hug.

[soft-lee]

I had information tickled out of me today and suddenly I want to hide everything that's his so he'll have to do it again

[springcatalyst]

The Promise (2005)

[each-dustbin1]

The holy scripture for all Chipp players

[sinkat-arts]

I threw up a color palette challenge over on twitter, and here are the first few I've done. I still have a handful left, but... y'all can look at these for now;;;

[virtualsuitmoon]

[gimmethatagustd]

yknow that tiktok sound that's like, my throat has been itching so bad lately and the thing that i think would scratch it the best would probably be your cock

yeah that was about jungkook