#he is on thin ice

[technitango]

me at chief seo this most recent episode

[hannibalised]

Fuckboy! Simon loves getting a reaction out of his shy, nerdy roommate.

He likes the way your eyes go molten whenever he invites over birds who won't stop groping at him, going crazy with their seductive Simon, Simon, Simon, who are easy and free to open up his shirt and flirt shamelessly — loves how you excuse jealousy as nerdy talks of not being able to study with his whole loud crowd.

Simon goes crazy when his eyes meet yours over the head of some--nameless--only--for--the--night hot chick he's making out with. Oh, he can cum alone at your warm face, so bothered, playing with the hem of your cardigan, licking your lips and blinking away.

He loves, loves, loves seeing you giveaway even the slightest of tremor, smallest of signs that you care, that when altogether his restraint would break down, and there would be no other way except pinning you under him all the while kissing you senseless, so he knows it's not a one way dance.

Which is exactly why he tugs his smirk back before asking in a voice he has mindlessly reserved for you, low in his throat, coated with sugar.

“Ya’ reckon you can get out da’ flat today, huh ?”

You look up at him; eyes glazed with a natural softness, one fingertip aligned to where you stopped reading.

How much he wants to kiss your eyelid—

“Why ?”

“Got a date.” Simon grins, “Big tits Jessica.”

“Jessica from chemistry ?” you hum softly.

His gaze slides along your exposed neck to shoulders, from where your sweater had dragged down. Simon has to take a moment to recover from the cadence his heart just experienced all at once.

“Wha— dunno. Bigs tits…blon.. brunette.”

Maybe blonde.

He can only see your tinted face, and the way you sit with your knees up, your sweater sleeves going down knuckles.

Simon doesn't know why he gets so anxious when you stop looking at him, and continue reading the black thursday of October, 1929. He starts to recognise that the way his heart tugs might be incoming heart stroke because you won't see him.

Until you break the silent torture. “Okay.”

He almost doesn't hear you from the storming inside him — to somehow shovel this topic forever, and to keep you accompany in any other way, to make you laugh with that amoeba joke you always chuckled despite saying it's not funny.

To kiss this small sad smile away from your lips.

“Wot ?” he shudders.

“Alright, I actually had a library date so—”

“Date ?!” Simon jerks up so fast, with his palm planted flat on the small dining table.

You flutter your lashes, barely concealed smirk at the way your empty tea cup rattles on the table.

Good.

“Yeah. Isn't he your mate—” you scan his waning face, he thinks only he can do this but two can play a game, “Johnny.”

“Mactavish ?!” he blurts urgently, the nerve on his neck feels like it would explode. Honestly, he'd explode whole before he sends you off with Johnny on what ? Library date his ass. It foul play on his innocent roommate, he ain't letting anyone take you away.

“Are you alright, Simon ?” You ask him, dripping with innocence.

Simon slowly sits back down, trying to form sentences that aren't ‘I am in love with you,’ and ‘Don't go with that dog. Stay with me forever.’

“I…I don't feel like…hey, um, reckon we should stay in and revise.” Simon quips, hopefully glancing at your open book.

“Exams are so close.” he presses on at your raised brow.

“Exams are nine weeks away.” you counter, Simon doesn't take it that way.

“See ?! There's no time.” he jumps out and snatches away your empty cup while scanning at the open page, “I really need to study bout this whole great... depression.”

You scoff under your breath, he takes that as a win with his silly-relieved smile.

“Gonna make tea for us, and tell Johnny ya’ won't be able to make it today, alright ?”

“Alright.” you whisper, grinning in the sleeve of your sweater.

Got him all riled up this time, aye.

⚝ Masterlist ⚝

[peace-hunter]

For the haunted au:

We already know they all hate Megatron and no one can understand what Optimus sees in him so they just assume Optimus has terrible taste in mechs and try to push him towards other bots to date instead.

Megatronus: what about that Femme Elita? She is strong, loyal, and has a good helm on her shoulders.

Optimus: what? What are you guys talking about now?

Solus: what about that doctor? Ratchet? He would be a great choice considering how reckless Optimus is.

Optimus: seriously what are you guys talking about!?

they have Opinions™ about it yes. Optimus is absolutely mortified about it and would like to never speak of the topic ever again thank you and good night.

he also cannot believe bee would betray him like that. this is the second time he's been murdered by friendly fire OTL

haunted au

bonus:

[mylittleredgirl]

father’s day is funny in my family because my dad is so angry this holiday exists that it’s the one day of the year i am NOT allowed to call him. we are officially estranged for 24 hours a year. wishing him a happy father’s day is a declaration of hostilities.

and like he is a good dad with a good dad, there’s no traumatic backstory to this, he just hates The Man telling him what to do so much that it’s a personal affront that someone decided that anyone is supposed to feel a thing on a specific day or, god forbid, spend their hard earned dollars because shaving commercials tell them to. if a dad did his job right (be a good father who unconditionally loves his kids), his kids should love him 364 days a year but FUCK the 365th day to spite hallmark and gillette specifically and you know what. i respect it.

[midokai]

     singular syllable exhaled in the tone of the other’s voice coaxes a glance upwards,     in his direction,     from where he’s seated,     though it doesn’t quite reach where he’d liked,      for the brim of hat shields the other’s visage from n’s prying gaze.     the immediate silence that follows lulls him into a falsified sense of security,     a relaxation that renders him limp in his exhaustion,     head leaning ‘gainst the other’s shoulder with a bashful fervor.     there’s a notion of an idea to speak up,     to warn the other that he is mere moments away from drifting off into the realm of the slumbering     &͟.     he would have,     arceus knows he would have succumb to his drowsiness were it not for the abrupt clash of lips ‘gainst his own——     the wrapping of digits ‘round the other’s wrists is an immediate action brought about by shock,     the sound of alarm that follows     &͟.     the spread of pink that paints his face a shade of rose.     only a few fleeting moments     &͟.     yet it feels like an eternity.     ❝     wha——     ❞     a flustered sputtering,     the pulling in of hands ‘gainst chest     &͟.     finally a rattled sigh in the form of exhale.     even with their foreheads pressed ‘gainst each other in such a fashion he avoids direct eye contact,     shies away posthaste.     (     it isn’t like he wasn’t already aware of the circumstances but that had been bold:     cannoli surely would not approve.     )     ❝     r——     huh?     ❞

                ❛   i    .    .    .      ❜         it's    harder    than    he'd    thought    .    rika    gives    a    harsh    swallow    .    how    can    he    possibly    describe    it    ?    if    they    could    have    had    eye    contact    from    this    angle    ,    it    would    surely    have    been    broken    now    ,    amidst    the    swallowing    of    his    feelings    .    he    breaks    his    train    of    thought    with    a    motion    almost    involuntary    ,    completely    instinctual    .    he    swoops    in    to    take    n's    lips    unto    his    own    ,    holds    his    jaw    with    one    hand    ,    then    two    .    the    zorua    lying    in    his    lap    is    largely    forgotten    ,    a    mere    whisper    in    the    clamor    of    his    mind    .    there    is    so    little    sound    ,    in    fact    ,    save    for    the    internal    screaming    .    finally    !    then    ,    no    !    followed    by    great    many    ,    tell    him    !    at    least    ,    he    pulls    away    ,    only    to    place    his    forehead    against    his    .      ❛   i'm    in    love    with    you    .    i    love    you    .    .    .    sorry    .      ❜         because    what    if    he    doesn't    feel    the    same    ?    still    ,    he    doesn't    deprive    himself    of    this    moment    .      ❛   thanks    .    .    .    fer    always    bein'    here    for    li'l    ol'    me    .      ❜

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[chloesimaginationthings]

You drew him as such a baby here... so cute!

Oswald is just a lil guy.. Pit Bonnie get sent to super hell for bullying him

[mangobeast]

heat stroke

joining the trend, as a treat. as soon as i saw that photo shoot i knew what i had to do.

[on thin ice]

[almondcroissantsandink]

my fave certified baddies from the until dawn remake

[nikolaj-costerwaldau]

VIGGO MORTENSEN

as Aragorn, in The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

[dogg0melette]

10 minutes into playing Palia

[galacticlamps]

To-Do List for Today:

1) Don't think about how alarmed Charles is when Edwin's straining against the mirror in 1.2, how he yells at him to stop before he 'rips his arm clean off,' or about how Edwin (almost uncharacteristically) has no retort at all to that but immediately composes himself

2) Also don't think about how, judging by the already-somewhat-unnecessary explanation Edwin provides in 1.7, Charles must be learning for the very first time that (at least some of) his 70+ years being Tortured In Hell consisted of a giant spider demon repeatedly tearing him apart

3) Especially don't think of those two facts in tandem--

ah damn I've fucked it up already, oh well I guess there's always tomorrow

[bialbovi]

I DIDNT EVEN PLAN TO DRAW THIS but after another stressful week my hand has s l i p p e d 💋👁️

[sam-reid]

Assad Zaman as Armand INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.05: DON'T BE AFRAID, JUST START THE TAPE.

[mxmarsbars]

each time i step outside, its social suicide!

[maxz-b]

this is part 17 out of ???