#dribbling down....

[philsdrivinglicence]

[chloesimaginationthings]

The way you draw The Crying Child's Fredbear plush. He's just so cute and silly! <333

The silliest little guy ever..

[ce0cu]

Happy birthday to the Dabster!

[yes-asil]

Started watching Detective Conan from the beginning again

[mysicklove]

ruthlessly degrading yuuta that only ends up with him crying about how much his dick hurts from how hard he is :/

[le0ni318]

i need to give this man the nastiest, sloppiest, toe curling, sheet gripping head ever, while he puts my hair up with that hair tie and grabs my ponytail.

[bogglebabbles]

Anyway, everyone please tell me happy stories about and show me pictures of your shelter pets.

[modernsapphicism]

i believe in a world where when reginas on her lowest of lows, she kinda hesitates on calling janis the one person she knows who wont sugarcoat any shit from her but she doesnt because of what happened to them.

and when the day comes where shes really desperate, she finally dials the number, hands shaking as she hears the line ring, actually afraid of getting rejected.

when janis picks up the phone in the middle of the night, sleep obvious in the tone of her voice as she greets a small 'hello?' and all regina could utter was "come over… please." in the smallest voice possible.

suddenly janis is up and running, confused as hell but all the hatred she has for the blonde slips away in that moment when she heard regina's voice.

a few minutes and a whole lot of running later, janis is standing in front of reginas doorway. she's hesitating to ring or knock, afraid to wake anybody else in the house. a beat passes and suddenly she hears a ping on her phone, a text which tells her the location of a spare key hidden near the pots, the same place it has always been all those years ago.

she reaches for the key and slides it into the lock, twisting the front door as quietly as she can. the scent of the home she frequents when they were younger hits her as memories come flooding in. she takes a moment and heads inside, closing the door gently before running upstairs.

she stood in front of the familiar wooden door, a million thoughts running on her mind. she knocks out of respect.

there was no answer for a few seconds until she hears a little bit of shuffling. the doorknob twists and reveals a very tired regina, her hair messy and unkempt tied in a messy bun, and her eyes swollen from crying, stray years still evident on her cheeks.

"you came," regina says, sadness and surprise laced in her voice.

"you called," was all janis could say as she stares at the blonde in front of her.

no other words were uttered and after a moment, regina steps aside and lets janis in, gently closing the door behind them.

[shushmal]

a little season 4 vol 2 "missing scene" but angst warning, it's canon compliant!

Eddie opens his eyes.

It shouldn't be a surprise, really, everyone opens their eyes thousand-million-billions of times, probably—Eddie's not very good a math. But still, he opens them, looks out into the world in front of him, and a stray thought flitters through his conscious that goes Wait, what? He can't really remember why, though, suddenly. Because—

Eddie opens his eyes. And Steve smiles at him.

"Hey," Steve says, easy as a breeze, no urgency, no brave-face. None of that fear hidden in his eyes when Eddie had asked him to make Vecna pay for him, to do something Eddie couldn't.

"Hey," Eddie says back, breathless.

Behind them, there's a noise, and Eddie almost turns around to look.

"Eddie," Steve says before Eddie moves. He holds out his hand, long fingers and trimmed nails and soft palms. He almost glows in the grey dark of the forest. "Come with me."

"Okay," Eddie says. And takes his hand.

Steve's smile grows, a flash of white teeth, and he laces their fingers together tightly as he begins to lead Eddie through the trees. There's another sound behind them, Eddie doesn't quite know what it is, but Steve pulls him away gently before Eddie can turn his head to look.

It sounded almost like someone crying.

They walk leisurely, like they don't have anywhere to be, and Eddie stares down at their hands linked together. Something squirms inside of him, almost a feeling of wrongness. He feels off balanced, but he doesn't feel scared. He feels like he should feel scared.

Steve squeezes his hand comfortingly. They can't hear the crying anymore.

"It's okay," Steve says, like he's reading Eddie's mind. "I don't ever want you to be scared. Not anymore."

It clicks then.

"You're not Steve," Eddie says. He comes to a stop.

Steve stops with him, doesn't try to pull him along, to force him to go. He turns back to Eddie, that sweet smile on his face. His thumb brushes against Eddie's, his touch warm and gentle.

"No," Steve admits.

"Are you Vecna?" Eddie feels like he should be shaking with fear, but he's not. Steve's hand in his makes him brave.

"No, no," Steve rushes to say. "I'm not here to hurt you Eddie, I promise. I'm only here to take care of you."

"Oh," Eddie swallows. He thinks about the person crying in the woods and he remembers Dustin leaning over him— "What, are you like, God or something?"

Steve shrugs. "Sometimes I am," he says, thoughtfully. He leans in close as he does, his other hand coming up to their joined hands. "Sometimes I'm Jesus Christ, sometimes I'm an angel. Sometimes I'm deities of other faiths. Most of the time I'm mothers."

"I—" Eddie starts and stops, suddenly overwhelmed. "I don't understand."

"That's okay," Steve says. He presses the back of Eddie's hand to his chest, and he can feel his heartbeat under his shirt. It's comforting, the steady rhythm, the warmth against his skin. "Take your time. We don't have to rush."

Eddie drags his other hand over his face, twitching when something tickles his cheek. There, on his left hand, tied to his ring finger, is a red string tied in a bow, with one long end hanging to the ground near his knees, the end of it frayed.

He tries to remember why he tied it there, what the reason was. But when he looks at Steve again, sees the sadness in his eyes, the sympathy, Eddie knows its something else. He doesn't want to ask.

"Why—" He croaks and clears his throat. Steve watches him patiently. "Why Steve then? If not my mom— If not an angel, or whatever."

"You know why," Steve says, indulgent. "At least part of that, you know exactly why."

Eddie clutches Steve's hand, fingers going tight in that gentle hold, knuckles white, his nails digging into flesh. Steve doesn't wince or shake him off, just gently tugs Eddie closer until they're standing toe to toe, heads bowing into each other. The short ends of Steve's hair brushes Eddie's cheek.

Eddie does know. Knows if it were his mom or his dad, angels or demons or gods, if they'd asked Eddie come with them, he wouldn't have. But he doesn't know why this, why Steve.

"He makes you brave," Steve says. He whispers it like a secret, says it into their joined hands, into Eddie's knuckles, into the breath between them. "He makes you feel safe." He reaches down and plucks the frayed end of the red string between two fingers, runs his thumb along the length of it, holds it like something precious in his palm. "He makes you hope."

A sob erupts out of Eddie then, and Steve releases Eddie's clinging hand to wrap him up in a hug, holds him as he cries. They stand there in the middle of this weird, other dimension as Eddie weeps harder than he ever has in his life, as Steve runs his fingers through his hair, humming a song that Eddie doesn't know the words to, doesn't recognize. Eddie lets himself hold him back, crushing Steve to him, just to feel a little more of that warmth, that steady heartbeat and gentle kindness. He gets it now, and he cries all the harder for it.

It was supposed to be his year.

"I know, honey," Steve murmurs, voice thick like he's crying, too, for the life Eddie doesn't get to live anymore. "I know, I'm so sorry."

Steve holds him until the tears stop, until Eddie's breathing evens out and he pulls himself away to scrub his hands over his wet face. He swallows a few times, trying to find his voice before he looks at him again.

He's still there when Eddie looks at him, that same gentle smile, the kindness of his eyes.

"What now?" Eddie asks, voice ragged.

Taking his hand again, his touch warm and soft, Steve says, "Come with me."

And Eddie goes.

[smittenskitten]

MAN TRISANU SORANUN as JENG KITTIPHONG ATTHACHIRANON STEP BY STEP (2023)

[official-lucifers-child]

the overwhelming urge to eat an entire apple like a horse

[kirabasai]

dogteeth kakashi is one of my fave hcs of all time. it just looks so cool design wise but ALSO writing wise its so fun to play with.

[twitchingproboscis]

so youre the religious nut

the kind that came extra fucked

the pyre on felty fame

lit fires on this old game

suck on your tits

this aint your mamas liquid

its red delicious instead

its apple juice in this thread

🔥🔥🔥 this rap sponsered..... by f1uff3rnutt3r 🔥🔥🔥

EXTRA SUCKED EXTRA FUCKED EXTRA DONE WITH HIS SHIT

SHORT LIVED FAME DOWN IN FLAMES TOSSED INTO THE PIT

RAVAGED SAVAGED SHREDDED BY THE HOUNDS DOWN IN HELL

CONSUMED DEVOURED DIGESTED TO THE SOUND OF OUR BELL

DO YOUR JOB DANCE AND SING COMPETE TO BE SEEN

SPIN AND TWIRL WITH A WHIRL NOW DON’T MAKE A SCENE

SUCK UP SUCK DOWN SUCK ON EVERY PROTRUDING PART

APPEAL TO SQUEAL TO REVEAL EVERY PART OF YOUR HEART

SCRATCH AND SCRAPE TO GUZZLE ON MILK FROM HIS CHEST

PLEAD AND BEG. HUMP HIS LEG.

AFTER ALL, FATHER KNOWS BEST

[tmmyhug]

personally not a fan of revived wilbur designs with stiches/the whole zombie aesthetic, but i do think it would be really funny if he drew them on himself. the white hair wasnt enough he has to add the edgy frankenstein scar right across his face. he uses phil's eyeliner and spends an hour in the bathroom every morning trying to get them right . he is just that dramatic

[heich0e]

frat!samu's signature flirting move is asking girls if they know how to shotgun a beer and then offering to teach them

[nerdieforpedro]

Random ask based on your comment on Just Ripe (yes, food, f**king, and Frankie are a holy trinity), what would you feed your favourite Pedro boy while seducing him?

Have I taken too long with this response? Yes! Mainly because:

One: choosing a favorite Pedro character is like choosing a favorite finger 😵

Two: Bold of you to assume I’d be able to seduce anyone let alone a Pedro character. That’s a level of confidence only written in my fanfiction. 🤣

Three: Refer to one and two 👀

If I had to pick a favorite…. (Make sure the others aren’t listening) it would be… Din Djarin 💕

But I can’t really seduce him because of my lack of skill and his creed. So we need a runner-up (also don’t tell them there’s a runner up)

Francisco “Catfish” Morales - the Pedro character I have mentally tortured the most in my fics. ❤️ (I wish I was joking - poor Frankie Bear)

I’m giving Frankie chocolate (pudding, cake, ice cream, gelato, candy, whichever he’d like) and I promise to just write you smut, no psychologic anything.

Yeah I wouldn’t trust me either, but I’ll try. 🥰

Also I’ll add in bananas because you can cover them with chocolate and display things. 🤭 Pfft.

I hope this answers your question Em. 🤗 If not, I’m sorry. I was once again distracted by the manspreading.

It’s cool so they were wearing sweatpants….

Modern Din in sweatpants!!!! 🥵🥵🥵👀

I need to go make some notes. 📝