#i am a weak for him

[blanchebees]

I have no caption, just grim reaper iii manspreading

Tip jar

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[eightpackdiaz]

this man was so down bad so incredibly fast

[autumnach]

sorry March, my heart now belongs to the pretty dragon man

[drrav3nb]

AYO EDEBIRI as Sydney Adamu WILL POULTER as Luca THE BEAR SEASON 3 | Episode 10 - Forever

Are you close? Yeah. Kind of best friends and kind of lost touch, so. It's nice to reconnect. Yeah, especially when it literally is like a best friend that you saw every day of your life and you kinda went through this sort of battle together.

Bonus:

[kermahillway]

Playing the undermine campaign had me wondering why Renzik didn't have a voice actor. I now know why but for the time I didn't, I started headcanoning him as being mute. You'd be hard pressed to find another goblin who knows signing but since it's simply in character for Gazlowe, it only makes sense for him to have learned it. That also does mean that Renzik can rip into someone without them ever knowing.

[wombywoo]

sick bby 🤧

[soulsmadworld]

DAY 3 - Tango

this almost didn't happen because I am very good at keeping track of time

for the hermit I am most obsessed with too

oh the irony

[cimmerian1275]

He is pondering something

Sometimes i regret how detailed my sketches are when i gotta hide it all for lineart/finished work later :C

[n0anix]

might be slightly mentally ill about them

[cherryinterlude]

thinking about josh's massive arms and hands and giggling and twirling my hair

[teethfroth]

I feel like i could write a full page analysis on these panels but my brain is playing connect the dots rn (im losing)

From Knight Terrors: Green Lantern

[sotc]

lucanis giving himself nosebleeds and struggling in pain from trying so hard not to let spite take over to talk to rook. lucanis "I don't need time - I need a target" dellamorte. spite with its absolute gremlin energies. spite with "[rook] doesn't want to hurt you. how rare. everyone else does." as it twists lucanis' inner-most feelings while no one else can see that inner fight he's dealing with. i am SO here for all of this, all of him, all of that angst.

[sodaneko]

˚₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥ +18 ; dilf!kuroo ; f!reader

two decades and a handful of promotions later and kuroo is still the heartthrob of the office. there was something so irresistible about him; with his tailored white shirt, the sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, his iconic cowlick (now streaked with some grey hair in between) and the small wrinkles from smiling too much. an office siren except he was an overworked man in his forties, surviving on conbini meals and a minimum of seven coffees throughout the day. he couldn’t count how many times he shaved his stubble at the office bathroom under bright neon light because he pulled an all-nighter, or how often he dabbed out coffee stains from his shirt when going home and changing between meetings wasn’t an option. it’s the life he chose, the dream he chased and he doesn’t regret a thing, really–it just gets lonely sometimes.

kuroo almost swore off ever falling in love again, especially with a co-worker. too risky, too complicated. almost. until you, the newest addition to his team, came around: smart, hardworking, cheeky. it’s not love, he tells himself, but infatuation or whatever the word was for wanting to bury his cock inside of you, making you mewl and pant and watching you come undone. kuroo couldn’t help but feel drawn to you, the fresh air a young and sweet thing like you brought into this place, like you lifted a veil that dulled his senses for too long. 

it started off harmless, with coffee breaks in the office kitchen where you always laughed the loudest at his jokes, soon followed by midnight conbini runs through the rain when you had a deadline to meet, kuroo’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders because your wet shirt got so damn see-through. he didn’t mean to stare but you seemed almost offended that he didn’t and so he let his gaze wander over the outlines of lace (or more, the absence of it from how flimsy this was), his adam’s apple bobbing from how hard he swallowed. his cock strained against his pants under his desk for the rest of the night. 

you were trouble and kuroo loved every second of it.

not long and you both established a little game, one where he sent you a photo of his tie in the morning and you sent him back a photo of yourself wearing panties in a matching color, always with a damp spot visible in them already. when you asked sweetly he’d record a voice message of him moaning out your name while he milks himself to the last drop, wishing he could stuff you full instead of being forced to look at your tight skirt (barely long enough to be workplace appropriate) all day long and knowing exactly what you’re wearing underneath. or not wearing underneath, because at one point you started slipping your worn panties into the pockets of his jacket or his briefcase, making him lose his mind from your scent alone. he’d stroke himself for hours at home, his nose buried deep in the tiny bits of lace and pearls of yours. 

maybe you were the siren after all and he was just the pussy drunk sailor who got caught in your affair. 

kuroo knows he should put an end to this soon, be responsible, be wise, but fuck–he’s just a weak man when you sit in front of him on his desk, your legs spread and resting on his thighs, your dripping heat on full display and making a mess out of his monthly reports. you were as infuriating as you were alluring and he’ll be damned to fall any harder for you; but first he’ll allow himself a taste, or maybe two, or he’ll just keep you bouncing on his cock until you learn some manners–he has a feeling that you’ll have him completely at your mercy before that ever happens though.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[y-elleven]

before bunny iglesias gets lore and an actual personality that we can comb through and derive headcanons from, i am hitting him with my loverboy beam rn. typa bf who will sulk and sigh loud enough for you to hear if you choose to subject him to the worst horrors known to man (you're paying attention to something else) bc he's not home as much as he'd like due to his career. yes he does see you most days and it's a balm to his soul that he gets to come home to you after practice pretty regularly but like. he's also a bit of a whore for your attention lmao. he wants 10000% of your attention and affection whenever he's free enough to latch onto you like an annoying strip of velcro. he's a velcro bf. if you dont give him the attention he wants when hes with you he will explode in the next five seconds. this is what my loverboy beam is telling me