#i just love them

[colibriskitea]

Roomies I think, or just girlies camping out at agent 3’s place

[a-bloom-to-remember]

Thinking about how in sophomore year Ayda and Fig were each wondering if the other loved them for themselves and all the while there were fossils at Mordred Manor and a scroll kept by an order of knights for 1500 years just for Ayda to tell Fig HOW MUCH she loved her.

[s0ftpining]

sleepover 💅🏻

[lavender-menace-420]

Fun little art based off a post i saw ages ago and can barely remember. Basically the idea that Tim made a stupid doodle of Sasha pre-Not Them on a post-it and stuck it to his laptop, and he never knew why he kept it until after he found out what happened to her and realized he would never know what she actually looked like beyond that drawing :)

[coachbeards]

#married.

bonus:

[deedala]

Kate Siegel and Rahul Kohli in The Fall of the House of Usher

[beaulesbian]

MILES MORALES & HOBIE BROWN in SPIDERMAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE (2023)

"Listen to me, bruv. Whole point of being Spider-Man is your independence. Being your own boss. You don't need all this."

[somewillwin]

Idk how this came to be but…. There it is ✨

Kofi

[formulaaone]

anyway here’s Oscar feeding Logan marshmallows from that one Prema video

[its-steddie-time]

Steve runs track & Eddie thinks that's pretty fucking hot and cool. 

It’s not that Eddie doesn’t understand the appeal of sports. He knows what it’s like to play a game and do everything you can to win. That feeling is no stranger to a seasoned player of DnD.

It’s just that the majority of the guys who play sports also happen to be the biggest douchebags around. After years of always being picked last and forcing himself into ill-fitting gym clothes, he’s just done with it all. Well, sort of.

Eddie has a crush.

It’s not even really a crush as much as it is a fascination with one Steve Harrington. Steve is just such a bitchy motherfucker. He’s got a mouth on him—both in the way he talks and also just his mouth like fuck—those full pink lips.

Steve Harrington likes sports. He’s good at them and he always has been. But he’s also a good “sportsman” or whatever. He’s kinda graceful. It drives Eddie up the goddamn wall. Steve graduated last year but he still uses the field to run. He was a big track star at Hawkins High so he just does what he wants.

Eddie’s in his senior year. Well, it’s been his senior year the last few years but who’s counting? He’s under the bleachers next to the field, smoking his second cigarette. He inhales slowly, feels the smoke hit the back of his throat. He should probably kick this shit before he fucks his lungs but he’s never been good at staying away from things that are bad for him.

Case in point: Steve fucking Harrington.

Steve is on the field getting ready to run and Eddie can see him from his hiding spot. Steve is stretching. He’s got on these tiny shorts and they make his ass look insane. Steve has these gorgeous hairy legs and from what Eddie’s seen—not in a weird way ok just glimpses in the locker room—he’s got hair all over his body.  It adds a whole new meaning to Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

He also has freckles and moles scattered across his skin. Eddie wants to kiss each one of them. He wants to lick the sweat from Steve’s skin. He—should probably stop before he needs to rub one out.

He finishes his cigarette and then two more as he watches Steve for the next hour. Steve runs like he was made for it. Eddie is definitely packing a semi now and that’s just fucking splendid. He waits until Steve leaves the field before slinking out from under the bleachers like a cat. He needs water. He heads inside, pausing at the fountain outside the locker room.

He looks around before tying his hair up in a messy bun. He doesn’t usually wear his hair that way out of the house but he doesn’t want to get any of his hair wet. He drinks, the cool water soothing the residual burn in his throat. He has his eyes closed, so he nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears someone say, “Damn Munson, save some for the rest of us.”

His eyes fly open and he straightens up, wiping his mouth. It’s Steve. Of course it’s Steve.

Eddie makes a noise that sounds somewhere between a cough and a nervous laugh. Steve is looking at him with a small smile on his face. “Nice hair.” Eddie nearly dies right then and there.

He can feel the blush in his cheeks as he reaches to take his hair out of the bun—but Steve rushes out, “No no I’m uh, I’m serious. It’s nice. I’ve never seen it like that before.”

Now Steve is the one blushing. Eddie stops fiddling with the hair tie and lets his arms fall at his sides again. Steve has moved closer in his urgency to get Eddie to leave his hair alone. God, he’s so fucking cute. He’s still sweaty from all the running and his hair is all messed up. Eddie wishes he was the one responsible for making a mess of Steve Harrington. What a pretty mess.

He realizes he’s been just staring at Steve without speaking so he just starts babbling, “I saw you running out there. You’re like, really good at that man. I mean I guess you’re kinda good at all sports aren’t you? I hate to admit it, like it pains me Harrington but it’s actually pretty badass. I’m lucky if I win a game of tag, you know. But you, you’re like a gazelle.”

YOU’RE LIKE A GAZELLE?! Jesus fuck. Of all the things to say. 

But Steve is just smiling at him like it’s the best thing he’s heard all day. He laughs, a beautiful sound. “Wow, now that is some high praise coming from you.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “From me?”

Steve nods and continues, “Yeah, you and your club were always the real badasses around here. Sometimes I wish I could just not give a fuck. Just do what you do.” 

Eddie scoffs at that, rubbing a hand over his face.

“We only act like we don’t give a fuck because it’s better than walking around afraid. Better a freak than a washed-up jock like you and your friends.”

Eddie hears himself as he says those words and wants to smack himself. Hard.

They were having a nice conversation and now he’s just being a dick. To make matters worse, Steve is standing there, the smile gone from his face. He looks like a kicked puppy. He speaks in a quiet voice, “Shit, yeah man I’m sorry. I know we were shitbags to you guys. I’m really trying not to be like that anymore. I’m always gonna carry that with me, but I know I can be better. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated my guts.”

Eddie doesn’t know why he does it, but he steps even closer to Steve. He makes eye contact which is usually hard for him, and says steadily, “Listen, Steve. I don’t hate you. I just don’t get you sometimes. You used to hang out with that bogus asshole Tommy H and yeah—you were kind of a dingus but you were never the same as him. You’re—you’re—” he falters, afraid of what he might say. 

Steve has a strange expression on his face. He just meets Eddie’s gaze and whispers, “Tell me what I am. Please, I want to know. What am I to you, Eddie?”

It’s the first time Steve has ever said his first name. It’s like the energy around them has shifted. He’s practically nose to nose with Steve and he’s so fucking turned on. He knows without fully understanding why, that Steve is too. Steve is kind of swaying closer to him, and it’s like a dream. Surely he’s going to wake up any second. He always wakes up before he gets to kiss the boy in his dreams. But Eddie has a question to answer. He leans forward ever so slightly until their noses are touching.

He hears Steve’s breath hitch. Steve makes him feel brave so he murmurs, “I think you’re amazing Steve. Always have. I liked King Steve and I like you now. I—”

The invisible force between them snaps, and Steve closes the remaining distance.

Steve’s lips are soft and insistent, and he’s holding Eddie’s face and Eddie sighs, letting his mouth fall open. Steve licks carefully into his mouth with clearly practiced skill. Eddie has kissed a few people before but never like this.

Steve’s hands leave his face and then—oh fuck— he’s lifting Eddie up off the ground. Steve’s hands grip his thighs and Eddie wraps his legs around him. He presses Eddie up against the wall, never breaking the kiss. Eddie threads his hands through Steve’s wild hair and pulls him even closer. The kiss is wet and a bit more frantic now but Eddie doesn’t care. It’s the best kiss he’s ever had. They’re both incredibly hard and Eddie can feel it as they move together.

Steve’s hands are on his ass now, pulling Eddie closer as he rocks his hips up against him. They break the kiss, panting hard and Eddie rests his forehead against Steve’s. Eddie can’t help the little “ah-ah-ahs” that escape him with each thrust.

Eddie is gonna cum in his pants. They both are.

Before he can overthink it, Steve’s mouth is back on his.

He feels the heat pool in his stomach and whines out, “Oh fuck, Stevie I’m gonna—” his orgasm hitting in waves. He feels Steve shake apart, his hips stuttering and his fingers digging into Eddie’s ass.

Hard enough to bruise. Eddie hopes it does.

Steve slowly sets Eddie down and they cling to each other. Eddie is wrapped up in Steve’s arms, his head tucked into the crook of Steve’s neck. Steve strokes his hair and he’s whispering, “You did so good, Ed. So good. Fucking perfect.”

It’s strangely poetic, Eddie thinks deliriously. It’s the start and end of something. The breaking and the binding. The two of them. Steve and Eddie. The king and the freak—holding each other in the hallway of Hawkins High.

I'd love to start a tag list for anyone interested! please leave a comment or send me a message if you'd like to be added <3

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

Some post canon bois cuz zuko is the sweetest firelord and sokka is the best ambassador (and boyfriend)

[shadowhandss60]

I’m going to climb him like a tree

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AC: Book_s150

[astrowarr]

are we really surprised, though, that scar obeyed grian's order?

of course scar gave his heart to grian; as if it ever belonged to anyone else. because that's how the two of them work: scar goes in looking to take, but somehow, inevitably, impossibly, he always leaves with his heart torn out and his hands empty, removed of the cards he keeps up his sleeve.

grian strips scar down to his barest, most vulnerable form. the most haunting part of it all is that scar, in his endless devotion, is always happy to do it. scar gives grian his heart, again and again, because was it ever really even his?

[snuffysbox]

some sneaky closeups from a bigger, smuttier thing 😌 (full drawing over on my alt twitter, @snuffymcsmut)

[hafwen]

[senseearly]

The panels of Mithrun's squad caring, in their own little ways, for Mithrun are so important to me.

Much like Kabru, they don't have to go beyond what was asked of them. They just needed to follow orders; they needed to make sure he stays well and alive; they needed to fulfill the mission. And yes, they do all of these.

And yet:

They didn't need to do all of those. Lycion telling Kabru to give Mithrun space. Cithis wanting Kabru to keep talking so Mithrun has to hear it. Everyone's suggestions of what Mithrun can still do and can still like. With the demon gone, their duties are over.

Yet they stand by him.

Without having to put it onto words, the snippets of the Canaries with Mithrun do show that they have a close bond with each other. We're not exactly sure how they made those bonds, how long it even took to cultivate, but fact of the matter is that they do care for him.

And Mithrun knows it. And that's so, so important.

The thing about Mithrun right now is that it's not clear (at least to me) if he right now is able to reciprocate that level of care. It's clear that Mithrun cared a lot about his former companions, enough that he shared the vision of his dream and the dungeon with them.

And the demon ate that desire. Which explains their eventual disappearance in the dungeon...and having no mention from Mithrun of what happened to them.

(If you asked me, they either died from trying to stop Mithrun or from any attempts to escape. But that's a story for another day)

You can even say that the demon totally ate Mithrun's desire for genuine companionship, something that he sought dearly through his beloved and his friends. Which explains how Mithrun is just totally apathetic to most people that his perception/description of them is muddled.

But does that mean Mithrun is incapable of caring for people? I don't think so.

The thing that is so intersting to Mithrun is that he acknowledges that the demon ate his desires, and that the only thing left with him is his desire to kill demon (but is actually a desire to just be completely eaten). Those are true. But his desire for him to try is still there, and I think that's one of the reasons why Mithrun recovered enough to go back to the Canaries, and to stand up when the demon was truly defeated.

And like what Kabru said, Mithrun can still have new desires. They may not be permanent, they may come and go, but the possibility is there, so I think in the future, Mithrun may have the desire again to care for his companions. Especially since he knows they do care for him a lot.