#come home idiot :(

[pjs-everyday]

if only they could read each other’s MINDS!!!! 🤯

[donotfollowabandonedblog]

I was thinking about them while making coffee. Theyre such idiots <3

[thefrsers]

#help her jesus #her children are idiots

[yasbeych]

little evil criminal still deserves a big nice boyfriend who will listen to him complain

[thelien-art]

Walking through the streets of Tirion~

Turgon is talking about architecture and Elenwe just found him and ran up to him, because they love each other

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[triglycercule]

horror being very specific with table manners and he berates people (dust and killer) for eating like fucking pigs

i think it'd be morbidly funny that because there was no food in horrortale but the cutlery and stuff was all there that maybe he would pretend to eat with no food on the plate. it was in a satirical way that he would joke maybe around horror paps or alone where he would pretend to eat and have really good table manners but then the satire joke became REAL and now horror is incredibly specific about how to eat food

you MUST hold the fork in the left and knife in right says horror. no killer you can't duel wield the fucking knives this is a table not a slaughterhouse. dust pick up your elbows off the table. actually how about you get your entire upper body off the table tf why are you SLEEPING ON THE FOOD??? killer's sitting fetal position in the chair because of course he wouldn't sit normally like the idiot he is. dust is forced to put his hood down and reveal his face no more mysterious shadow style because it puts horror at ease. they cannot have a single peaceful meal because once they get past the table manners phase it then becomes a completion to see who can eat the least (because they suck at everything including eating)

[iloveprocessedcheese]

i literally think i was built for drawing digitally in ms paint and ms paint only

[evillillad]

i forgot i drew this yesterday

in the same file as a commission

[sapphohere]

wait but i just realised jesper is absolutely gonna tell wylan all about milo and wylan is gonna be so hype about it when all the other crows were telling him to get over it

[piningpercussionist]

I can't even formulate enough coherent thought to caption this funnily, I just love them

[stevie-petey]

how about steve pov blurb after bug told him she never had her first kiss yet? DOES HE DAYDREAM ABOUT IT???? 🚨🚨🚨🚨

mans brain DEFINITELY broke because bug is so pretty and lovely who WOULDNT wanna kiss her ?? (looking at u jonathan)

enjoy <3

“carter, truth or dare.” steve asks his teammate, taking a swig from his beer. hes at a small get together with the basketball team. jason carvers dad is out of town so he told everyone to bring beer and come over.

its night and the june heat has turned into a cool breeze. nancy is at steves side, he had picked her up right after leaving bookstrordinary today.

“truth.” carter manages to slur out.

steve thinks for a moment. “alright. name the first girl you ever had a crush on.”

its a simple enough question. nothing mean or rude, and nancy leans in close against his side on the couch and takes a swig from steves beer.

hes happy. hes buzzed, nancy smells like lavender, he saw you today, and all is well.

“easy!” carter hiccups. “y/n henderson.”

steve freezes.

“y/n?” nancy finally says her first words tonight at the party.

“yeah, man. still kinda into her, but-but that guy… uh… joshua? jonah? i-i know it started with a j.” carter furrows his brows and concentrates really hard while in his drunken state. “anyways. that guy shes always with. cant talk to her. hes-hes weird.”

nancy chuckles. “his name is jonathan, but they arent together. steve says youre nice, maybe you should talk to her-"

“y/n doesnt like blondes.” steve interrupts, and then immediately wants to shove a foot in his mouth.

why the fuck would he say that?

carter hiccups again. “shes hot. id dye my hair for her.”

nancy pokes steves shoulder. “howd you know that?”

“we talk,” he takes another sip of his beer. “she likes guys who look like peter parker, sorry carter.”

the boy drunkenly waves him off and then stumbles towards the bathroom, leaving nancy and steve alone.

“does y/n really only like brunettes?” nancy asks, slight curiosity in her voice.

steve nods. “yeah, she mentioned it once or twice.”

hes lying.

youve never, ever told steve this.

what you have, however, told steve is that youve never been kissed.

in fact, you told him this today. steve kinda has been thinking about it nonstop.

and carter is nice, sure, but shouldnt your first kiss be with someone special? carters been hit in the head with more basketballs than steve can count. the guy is nice, but a complete idiot.

definitely not worthy enough to be your first kiss.

“interesting, hm.” nancy takes the beer from steves hand and then gets up from the couch. she extends her hand and when he accepts, she pulls him up. “c’mon, lets go dance.”

so they go and they dance and steve forgets about the fact that youve never been kissed. at least for a little while, at least.

and if carter the next day asks steve where you work, well. hes only being a nice guy when he tells his teammate that he doesnt know. you surely wouldnt want some dumb jock annoying you at work.

thats definitely why steve lies.

[viiinz]

there's something about Dostoyevsky characters suddenly bursting into tears that just hits different

[nottheweirdest]

Hi! I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I usually don’t talk to people.. and english is not my first language. Anyway.. So I was reading your sonadow fanfic coming home and I just really wanted to draw something from it.. so here xD I don’t have to post it if you don’t want me to.

Omg I woke up to this and can I just say BEST MORNING EVER?!? Holy shit! Please don't be nervous, this is AMAZING and I'm so stupid flabbergasted over it I don't have words. I'm just grinning ear to ear 😁! I would love for you to post it! It's so good 😭 the hand positioning, the ties, the fountain in the background just ushajahsjahs. It's brilliant and made me so happy to see!! Thank you!!! 💖💖💖 If you decide to post, let me know and if you're cool with it, I'll link it in the fic! 💕

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday 📚 ⛈️

Hello friends! As @malewifediaz pointed out this is the last WIP Wednesday of 2023 (!) so here's an extra-special-way-past-everything-else-i-love-it-so-much snippet from come close (let me be home) [all prev snippets here] please enjoy the t e n s i o n 😈

Buck shakes his head. Whatever objections he had in the beginning, he can’t let Eddie out of this. “No. Christopher adores you. You’re all he talks about. You’re not just his father, Eddie. You’re his hero.” He can sense Eddie’s objections and barrels on before they can be voiced. “You spend your free time with him. You care about his life, what he’s done that day. Do you have any idea what that means?”

He bites his tongue before his own past comes spilling out. Before he can once again tear open all the old wounds and allow them to bleed onto the floor, staining the Diaz estate.

“No, I suppose you’re right,” Eddie concedes, as if he can sense what Buck isn’t saying. He changes the topic by redirecting his attention to the book in Buck’s hands.

Their fingers brush and Eddie’s overlap his own, wrapping around the binding. The touch is as electric and charged as the storm outside, sending a tingling current through his nerves, making goosebumps erupt from wrist to shoulder.

“Interesting choice,” Eddie says. “I’ve always liked this one.”

Buck thinks if he could breathe it in, if he could somehow taste Eddie’s words, the flavor would be warm and smoky like his preferred brand of whiskey. That it would burn going down his throat, taking all of his sharp edges with it, smoothing out the increasingly raw lust that bubbles to the surface every time he’s confronted by being alone with him.

“Yeah?” Buck asks, unable to tear his gaze away from where Eddie continues to leave searing, invisible patterns on his skin.

Eddie traces the ridge of Buck’s knuckles, slowly down and back up again, pausing at the top like he’s not sure if he should continue. But he does then, his palm moving forward at a torturously slow pace. He’s being so considerate and careful Buck hardly dares to breathe in case it would break some sort of unspoken magic weaving between them. Eddie comes to a stop, encircling Buck’s wrist, sweeping his thumb over the delicate bones there. Buck thinks there’s no way Eddie can’t feel the way his pulse is racing.

“Actually, I think it might be my favorite.”

Maybe there was a spell or enchantment to Eddie’s movements, because Buck can’t seem to stop himself from tilting forward and resting their foreheads together. He longs to swallow the nearly inaudible gasp that escapes Eddie’s mouth.

“Buck,” Eddie murmurs, a quiet warning that he knows how dangerously close they are to crossing a line they can’t come back from.

“Eddie.” An acknowledgement, a plea, and a cry for forgiveness all in one.

Buck’s attention flicks to Eddie’s tongue as it darts out across his lower lip and his eyelids flutter closed. Eddie’s voice is low and husky, rough with desire. “I should- I should return to bed.”

“Y-you should,” Buck whispers, even if it’s the last thing he wants.

They don’t leave, though, rooted in place by whatever unholy thing that’s been building between them since the horse ride that first morning in the park. Buck touches his nose to Eddie’s and Eddie still doesn’t release Buck. By now there are millimeters of space between them. All it would take is a gentle sway for their lips to meet.

And then, like everything Buck longs for, the moment is gone. Obliterated with a single crack of thunder and bolt of lightning. Embarrassment washes over him as Eddie stumbles back, pulling away, his mouth open as if he’s about to say something. Buck doesn’t stick around to hear it, instead mumbling an apology as he races for the hallway, not stopping until he’s reached his bed chamber.

Behind him the door clicks shut, his breaths coming in ragged pulls as his shame only continues to deepen. Because he nearly gave in to the man he didn’t even want near his sister to begin with. When he finally lets his body relax, sagging against the heavy wood, a quiet thunk catches his attention. He looks towards the sound and realizes he’s still holding the book from the library. The one Eddie said was his favorite.

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