#hehehehehehe .......

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Me when the thing is 8 days and 10 hours away

[kruegerspillow]

sleeping with simon riley includes...

a bunch of coughing and groaning in the middle of the night (yeah... he needs to stop smoking)

random muttering and mumbling from him/you

nightmares. he will literally jump out of the bed which causes you to be startled sometimes (he offered to sleep on the couch due to his nightmares....)

his hands roaming around your body as if he wants to memorize every part of you (he does)

cuddles of course !!! it doesnt matter if hes the big or small spoon he just needs to be with you.

either of you falling off of the bed, at least once in a while

the blankets being left aside because simon says its gonna be 'too hot' (no, he just wants to be your personal heater lmao)

laying on top of each other. yeah, you might end up sleeping with your head resting against his chest.

HAIR STROKING. will stroke your hair until you fall asleep soundly

sigh... drooling. he drools a bit sorry to break it to you guys

a lot of admiring. he'll admire you as you sleep, its the only view that helps him doze off

FOREHEAD KISSES. either you or him. if he stirs awake he'll just give you a small forehead kiss before holding you closer to him (if thats even possible) and dozing off once more

nuzzling. he loves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck :(

tangled legs. his legs are gonna be intertwined with yours oooor one of his leg is going to be on top of yours.

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[inittosinit]

They shmoovin

[davidayer]

Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

[shiiro-arts]

Gotta pay those taxes, Lucy

[duocordaut]

[meowdyjac]

[Tw: Alcohol]

Two broken men celebrate the night

[luvrrszn]

get you

SUMMER BOYFRIEND!RAFE x FEM READER

summary he's trouble—and you know it. but somehow you always find your way back to each other. and this time, for good.

warnings fluff, not much actually. idk how to categorise this one

a/n post #1 to kickstart "freudian"! i'm really excited to bring this series to life. yay!!112 reader and rafe are around 21 in this fic!

masterlist || freudian masterlist

"through drought and famine, natural disasters

my baby has been around for me"

—

he's a soft place to land no matter where the chaos brings you. tangled sheets, late night drives, sunrise swims. he's notorious and he's trouble—but he's your trouble. there’s a stability in the chaos of the romance, a feeling that he’s always there, even if it's messy.

—

when summer comes around, he rolls into town like he always does. shirt half buttoned, sunglasses on. he's leaning against his truck in your driveway, waiting for you to arrive home.

he has on the same smirk he's had since he was 17.

and it goes the same way it always has—with heat and salt in the air, and rafe’s sun-warmed hands under your shirt. you’ve always called him your summer mistake, half-teasing when your friends ask. and he plays along, smirking like he knows exactly what kind of hold he has on you. it’s always been hookups in the back of his truck, early morning ocean dips, stolen nights that never bleed into mornings.

but this summer, something changes.

—

one morning, after a long night of partying and hooking up afterwards, instead of disappearing like smoke when the sun comes up, he wanders into your kitchen shirtless, yawning.

"so, what's for breakfast?" he mumbles, settling down on a bar stool at your kitchen island.

"don't you have somewhere to be?" you murmur, still half-asleep, pushing the eggs around in the pan.

"not really. you still take your coffee with oat milk?"

you nod.

and he makes your coffee exactly how you like it—no need to ask.

throughout the next week, he seems to take a sudden interest in all the mundane tasks you have to complete. you need to get your car oil changed, and he waits in the stuffy waiting room with you.

"rafe, do you not have literally anywhere else to be? you don't have to be with me for every second of the day like you're earning the sex, y'know?"

"it's fine, babe. got nowhere else to be anyway." he mumbles.

the pet name is not lost on you.

he goes back to reading a random magazine he'd picked up from the coffee table. it's from 2016, and half of the front cover is ripped off. his knee is touching yours.

you don't move.

and when you visit your grandmother later on, he comes with you.

while you unpack the groceries, rafe leans against the counter, clearly trying not to seem out of place. your grandma, of course, has no such reservations. she chats him up instantly—about the heat, about the neighbor’s overgrown fig tree, about how her roses were being “eaten alive by God knows what.”

and rafe? he listens. not just nodding and smiling—he listens. asks questions. gives advice. tells her that soap shavings might get rid of pests in the garden.

you just stand there with a box of cereal in your hand, watching this boy who is usually nothing but smoke and mirrors suddenly settle into something real.

he even offers to come back next weekend to trim the hedges.

“she likes things neat,” he says under his breath as you walk back to the car. “figured i could help.”

you stare at him.

“what?” he asked, clearly self-conscious now. “was that weird?”

you shook your head, stunned. “no. that was… kind of perfect.”

you don’t say anything at first, but it lingers—this version of him. not just the thrill. not just the kiss-me-when-no-one’s-looking rafe.

the stay-for-dinner rafe. the mow-your-grandma’s-lawn rafe.

he starts showing up at your place unannounced more often, with your favourite soda in hand. no fanfare, just shows up, cup sweating in his hand.

"figured you'd need it," he shrugs, "hot out today." he invites himself in and settles down on the couch.

he watches you drink it through the corner of his eye. anything for a sign that he's made your day a little better.

—

and you get used to it.

you get used to him staying the night and falling asleep to the rhythm of his chest rising and falling.

you get used to waking up tangled in him, legs twisted, his breath warm against your skin.

you get used to the lazy mornings, the way he'd groan when you try to wriggle out of bed, pulling you back in with a gruff "five more minutes, baby. jus' five."

you get used to the way he leaves behind parts of himself. a hoodie draped over the sofa, a half-eaten sandwich in the fridge, a pair of shoes by the door. like he's showing you that he's a part of your life, and he's here to stay.

you get used to him.

the soft, constant presence of him.

so when you laugh it off one night in front of your friends, shrugging and calling him a "summer fling", you don't notice right away what you've done.

but he does.

he tenses, jaw ticking for a second. just for a second, then he covers it up with a crooked smile. you don't think much of it.

he's fine. you're fine. it's fine.

until he stops staying the night.

until he starts pulling his hoodie on right after, mumbling something about "an early morning".

until you wake up alone once, then twice, then every time.

and you hate yourself for noticing.

you hate yourself for missing him.

the bed feels colder, and the mornings quieter. and you finally realise you might've broken something before you even had it.

—

you try to act like nothing's wrong.

you still see him almost every night, so what's the matter?

but it's different now—surface-level smiles, careful touches, a wall where there used to be none.

you tell yourself you're imagining it.

you tell yourself you deserve it.

—

it's late when it happens.

you're in the kitchen, aimlessly wiping down the counters just so you have something to do, when you hear the knock.

soft, almost hesitant.

you open the door to find him standing there, soaked from the rain. his hands are balled into fists, raindrops dripping down his face, like he hadn't even thought of grabbing an umbrella.

and his face—my gosh, his face.

he looks wrecked.

"i don't wanna' do this halfway anymore," he mumbles, voice hoarse. "not with you."

you just stand there for a second, heart in your throat.

you should say something—you know you should.

but you don't.

you just grab the front of his hoodie and pull him inside, all while kissing him like it's the only thing you know how to do.

like it's the only language you two have ever spoken.

—

the next morning, he's still there.

he makes your coffee without asking how you take it.

he kisses your temple as you yawn into his hoodie sleeve.

he glances at you over the rim of his mug, casual but certain, "you wanna' help me look for a place around here? i'm done running."

he's done moving from city to city just to escape outer banks.

because he finally has something worth staying for.

and just like that, your "summer fling" isn't just a summer thing anymore.

it's messy and imperfect and honestly? it's a little terrifying.

but it's real.

and it's yours.

[gravyhoney]

WOAHHHHH THIS BITCH CAN ANIMATE⁉️⁉️

No.

Edited pictures together.

Pleeeaasssseeee for the love of god appreciate this I spent way too fucking long on it.

[gnabnahc]

✌️😀✌️😀

[xofemeraldstars]

what is a beast, if not a daddy by another name?

[rikublivion]

a letter i couldn't send

[pulgarcito-perro]

Hello! I love love your art, especially the many JimCurly AU’s!

So I have an idea cooking in my brain. Vampire!Jimmy and Werewolf!Curly 👀

Childhood best friends, but Jimmy was always a vampire, and adult Curly got mauled by a werewolf and was left to die. Only, he didn’t, he turned into one instead.

So, Vamps and Wolves are mortal enemies, so Jimmy is trying hard to rip himself away from Curly but it’s not going great. Cause of FEELINGS.

And now it’s between his reputation in the vampire community and his love for Curly.

LOVE WINS BTW. But with these guys, you gotta have some saucy angst.

Idk just an idea I had after seeing your Vampire!Jimmy and Werewolf!Curly works!

Do with this what you will! I’m down to see anything that you draw <3

More of this au

Wait I love this idea. You're so creative! Thanks for the ask anon.

TW // Scars

- What if Jimmy really hated how other vampires would treat their relationship because Curly is a human? Calling Curly his pet or a bloodbag.

- What if Curly didn't want to age and pass and leave Jimmy alone for all eternity.

- What if before the mauling they had agreed that Jim would turn Curly?

- What if turning into a werewolf made Curly's blood poison to vampires and gave him immunity from being turned into one.

[fanechkakwak]

Based on a meme I saw on Pinterest

Hehehehehhee

I mean he stayed kind hearted…. kinda xd

[quibble-auk]

I’ve reinstalled the program and now it’s compatible???? Why was it uninstalled for the first place??????? I should just invest in a better program or smth, idk.

I had half an animatic made for the song “Daddy cop” from the Rookie show for Jazz and Prowl made and it’s just gone… that was the origins of cat ear Jazz tho. I thought it was funny.

Said animatic was lost to the weird uninstalling thing and this is what I had saved. Enjoy

I took this very seriously

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this. But Comet helped avenge these goobers. I’m forever in his debt.

I’ll take him to the zoo again lol

[punkinspice]

(progress so far. At least its colored now hehe)

BUT!!!! HEADCANON TIME!!! (under the cut)

What if!!! GUN caught Rouge trying to steal something valuable of theirs, and as punishment, put a permanent, tracker, bracelet on her that also zaps her (like a shock collar) to make sure they keep an eye on her and make her do their dirty work for them.

Meanwhile Shadow is out hunting for his other inhibitor and GUN is trying to get to it before he does, so they send in Rouge to go after it first, all the while telling her how dangerous he is and to be so careful, and it feels like they're sending her out like fodder.

Just as Rouge finds the ring, she gets stopped by a very desperate and mad looking Shadow and tells her to give him the ring to her, that he doesn't want to hurt her, but he'll do what he has to. Meanwhile GUN is screaming in Rouge's ear to return back to them asap. So Rouge has to make a choice, and she chooses to give the ring to Shadow.

The two decide to team team up because they both have beef with GUN. Rouge to get this stupid tracker off of her and get her freedom back, and Shadow to get the answers that he needs and deserves.

Rouge asks Shadow how he intends to get these answers, other than with violence, and tells him that she can help him hack into whatever system he needs. So they infiltrate GUN, teleporting and hijacking their way into everything. Rouge finally gets the key for her tracker from Rockwell, after a little fight, and is free!

Shadow then teleports the both of them into the deepest parts of GUN and Rouge is hacking and bypassing firewalls and codes like its nothing, until they find what Shadow is looking for, and that's when Shadow starts to learn what he might be and where he's from.

They also learn that there are more answers at a secondary more secret GUN base, and Rouge at this point is way to invested in this guy, so she also chooses to go with him there and help him.

After sneaking into the second GUN base, they go deeeeeeep underground, and discover that they're keeping the remnants of the meteorite that had encased Shadow all those years ago. It's also being guarded by a viscous tank of a robot that tries to take them out but Rouge manages to get an override on him and shut him down.

That robot of course being Omega, a robot GUN made using some of the blueprints they took from Robotnik after shutting him down. Omega listens to Rouge and Shadow planning and discussing things, and realizes he also wants to join them.

Besides, Shadow seems to be apart of the same biomaterial of the thing he was programmed to guard so he would still be technically be following out orders. (he's also bored as heck and feels like wasted potential)

so they all 3 team up and maybe end up going to space and fighting aliens, or the aliens come to them WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT, BUT JUST THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES