#everyone else are bottoms

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[vellichorom]

my friends & i have big thoughts about bob,,, THUS! i draw our respective interpretations !!!! as you do

TOP DRAWN LAST NIGHT WHEREAS THE BOTTOM WAS DRAWN IN NOVEMBER '22! LOOK AT THAT

( ft @thedoodlecorner's " Vel " & @lemoneychicken's " Borpse " ~ )

[buffaluff]

happy valentine’s day! 💖

today marks a year since i posted my first public buddie fan art!? so i decided at 10pm the night before to draw a little “sequel” to my first piece, dedicated to all of the cool awesome people i’ve met in this fandom so far ☺️ you’re all my valentines, too bad 😘

[pixelpastry]

we are love

[huidol]

happy valentines 👍 day

[stickylizardcave]

I'm well aware that I'm probably alone on this hill but this is basically my ideal dynamic for them. Sorry not sorry lmaoooo

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

A Round Of Applause For Rebecca Welton Growth 👏

+Bonus

[petermurphysmugshott]

Why are Ballister's eyes so big? So he can see men better??? Thats kinda gay.

[pachimation]

the evil art style thing from twt

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Malaysian Grand Prix - Red Flag - Mark Webber(ft. Fernando Alonso)

[phantom-phoenixx]

Lazarus Pits were foul.

There was no nicer way to put it.

They were supposed to be cracks inbetween the 2 realms where ectoplasm, truly dead and rotten ectoplasm, sank to the bottom of the Ghost Zone and seeped through into the living realm to become apart of the earth, the water, the air. To gather energy and be renewed in order to seep back into the zone to contribute to the everlasting exchange of energies between the 2 realms.

That's what they were supposed to be. Until they were stopped up.

The dead ectoplasm never stopped leaking through, but it never returned back to the zone. It got stuck, held in place with old magics whispered in lost tongues that forced it to stay. To stagnate. To ooze over souls that were supposed to pass over and draw them back into their earthly bodies.

The Pits were a literal crime against nature and those who bathed in it came out with the stench of rotting magic clinging to them like a thick sludge as a marker to the dead and those blessed with the sight that there was something very wrong with the person.

Which is why when Phantom met the Red Hood for the first time, he instantly recoiled with his nose scrunched up in disgust and said 'Oh god ew, what the fuck.'

This happened in front of everyone.

[thatsmyassbrostop]

thanks for the vote of confidence

[toriangeli]

In which Marius could have prevented at least half the misfortunes in the first two books if he'd only showed up and gotten his sub in line.

[sourscratched]

crumpled pocketful of offbook scraps that are just so wildly clashy and have nothing to do with each other but uhhhh. Enjoy i guess

[mrmosseater]

i have issues

[smeddiemunson]

“It’s like carrots.”

Steve blinked. “Bottoming… is like carrots?”

He liked to think he understood Eddie, got him in ways that other people might not. But there were still moments where he felt just as confused as when they first started hanging out.

Eddie nodded sagely. Then laughed as Steve’s face screwed up further in confusion.

“So I don’t not like carrots but I don’t want to eat them.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

Eddie tapped the tip of his tongue against his top lip as he thought. “Well if the carrots are cut up all small and are in like a meat pie filling or something, then I won’t pick around my food to take them out.”

“But you won’t eat carrots if they’re on the side? Or on their own?” Steve asked, thinking he was maybe starting to understand.

Eddie snapped his fingers together. “Exactly! If I have to bottom then I will, but I’d much prefer to top.”

Steve mulled the thought over a little. He never liked thinking about Eddie with other guys, but he supposed it was a necessary evil. They hadn’t had sex with Steve on the bottom yet, they’d done everything else, but with it being Steve’s first time in a relationship with a guy, Eddie had wanted to take it slow and ease him into it.

“I like carrots,” he said finally. “They’re a great snack with dip.”

Eddie laughed indulgently. “Okay, it might be like broccoli then.”

“I like broccoli too. It’s my favourite vegetable, especially when it’s stir fried in butter.”

Eddie’s face screwed up in disgust. “I’ll trust your judgement. What vegetable don’t you like but you’ll still eat?”

Steve had to think for a second. “Zucchini,” he settled on.

“What the fuck is a zucchini?”

Steve snorted. “It’s a kind of squash.”

Eddie nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. So bottoming, for you, might be like Zucchini. It might be like carrots. Hell, it might even be like broccoli and you never want to top. Whatever you feel about it, you can talk to me, okay? I’m not gonna leave you if our interests don’t line up.”

“What if I hate it and only ever want to top?” Steve asked quietly. “What will you do then?”

Eddie shrugged. “Guess I’ll settle in for a lifetime of being a bottom.”

“You’d do that for me?”

Eddie shrugged again, turning away as he said, “Maybe I’ll learn to love it. If it’s cooked the right way.”

Steve laughed. “Thank you.” He tangled his fingers together with Eddie’s so he could place a kiss on the back of his hands.

It took Eddie a long second to look back at Steve, a faint stain of red across his cheeks. He still struggled to say the really soft things. He wasn’t used to it. Steve sometimes forgot that just because he was experienced with sex that this was his first real relationship.

“You wanna do this then?”

Steve looked down at himself, sat in Eddie’s lap, shorts riding up his thighs as his kneed caged Eddie’s slim waist.

“Now?”

Eddie untangled one of his hands to tilt Steve’s chin up to look him in the eye.

“You have a really comfy bed up those stairs, plenty of lube and no one is around. There’s no better time to do it,” he explained. “But if you want to wait, we can go upstairs and you can top me again. No big deal.”

Steve thought about the carrot analogy, then shook his head. “No.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows slightly. “No to what?”

“No, I don’t want to top you right now,” Steve explained. “I want to try you topping me.”

Eddie bit his lip and smiled wildly around it. He tapped Steve’s hip. “Come on then, let’s go.”

Steve laughed as Eddie’s chased him up the stairs, then through the kisses Eddie left all over his face and neck as he laid him down in the bed.

Later, after Eddie had taken his time taking Steve apart, when there was a thin sheen of sweat across both their bodies, lube coating Steve’s inner thighs and two lots of cum drying between them, Eddie gently manoeuvred Steve so his head was pillowed on his chest. He gently scratched his fingers over Steve’s scalp.

Steve shifted his head to look up at Eddie. He watched as Eddie breathed slowly, with his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face, as if he were reliving what they’d just done.

“Hey Eds,” Steve whispered.

Eddie hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t open his eyes. Steve was kind of grateful for it.

“I really like carrots.”