#i poured my entire heart

[oceanic-sunsets]

and we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)

and the shame, was on the other side

[kintheartist]

You whose heart would sing of anarchy

[gabe-lovebot]

councilor 3D model

i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up to bring him to life. he's yours now. do whatever you want with him

[link]

please credit me if you make something using the model (or even ping/link me to it, i would love to see what you made!)

currently available as a .blend, .fbx and an SFM port.

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[clonedchaos]

Welp, as I was googling some images for Yasammy week, I came across a thread and turns out one of my favorite Jurassic YouTubers is homophobic and a Yasammy hater…

(More ranting in the tags)

[watchyourbuck]

Hello! For the writing prompts, either “So, this is what you do when I’m not around?” or “is this turning you on?”… or both combined 👀

Buck doesn’t mean to spy on Eddie. It’s wrong. He knows that, but the sounds he’s making are… unmistakable.

He pushes the door open ever so slightly, with the silentest of creaks. Eddie doesn’t notice. How could he?

It’s a little dark, but the shine from Eddie’s phone lets him see enough.

His head is laid down on the pillow, where tiny drops of sweat are gathering under his neck. Eddie’s sweating, he realizes.

The man still has his shirt on, but his pants are unbuckled and unbuttoned, opened wide and lowered a little under his hips. Through the gap of his zipper, he has his hand wrapped around his own cock, moving it up and down. It’s prompting delicious little moans out of him.

It’s hard to distinguish what Eddie’s watching. Buck assumes it’s porn, but the screen doesn’t change colors. No, it’s- it’s a picture.

Buck squints, forcing himself not to step forward. It takes him a minute — really, it does —, but then his sight clears. He has to suppress a gasp.

It’s him.

Eddie’s touching himself to a picture of Buck.

The picture is relatively new, from a few months back. It’s one that he posted on his story, flexing his muscles and all that crap. He didn’t know he had such an audience.

He bites his lip, marveling in the scene that is his best friend about to come undone for him, like a whiny little bitch. He himself is hard. How could he not?

Buck smirks. He wants nothing more than to watch Eddie finally fall over the edge, but there’s a better option.

He pushes the door and walks in. “So, is this what you do when I’m not around?”

Eddie moves with the speed of a cartoon. He stands up so quickly, Buck loses him for a second.

“What- what, oh my-,” Eddie tries, juggling between pulling his pants up and locking his phone. Neither works.

Buck smiles cockily, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. This is gonna be good.

Eddie squats down, hiding himself and all he has on display behind the bed. He gets to the phone, throwing it to the floor almost brutally. It’s too late, though, Buck knows what’s in it

“C’mon, you’re gonna shy away now?” Buck taunts, staring at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. “After you were calling my name?”

Eddie blinks, swallowing. “I- I wasn’t- I wasn’t calling- you’re- you’re not- I wasn’t-.” His hands move in indecorous little circles, trying to get his zipper up and his cock down. It’s amusing.

Buck nods, rolling his eyes playfully. “I must’ve imagined that part, then. I guess I was just, uh-,” he mutters, walking closer to the bed and kneeling on top of it. “Excited to see you so excited.”

Eddie seems to shrink down. It’s a mixture of fear and deep regret. Buck doesn’t know what he’s so regretful of. “I’m- I can explain,” he whispers in a single breath.

Apparently, he’s finally got his dick under control. Wish he could say the same about the blush on his cheeks, though.

“I don’t see the need for that,” Buck says, sitting on his heels and leaning forward, grabbing Eddie’s shirt and pulling him up. “It’s a shame, though.”

Eddie’s body becomes weightless under Buck’s hands. Eddie himself is taken aback. He hasn’t met single a man that can manhandle him like that. He blinks, looking up. “What- what do you mean?”

Buck tilts his head to the side, depositing Eddie on the bed, where he lands on his elbows. “When you’re hungry… do you go to restaurants to stare at the cook?”

“Ex- what?”

Buck smirks, moving Eddie so he’s right on the center of the bed. The man gulps and his eyes widen, staring down Buck’s face and body.

“Or do you sit down and eat the damn food?”

It sounds like a trick question, but Eddie doesn’t understand how. It’s not like he can hear very well over his own heartbeat blasting the beat of ‘We will rock you’ in his eardrums. “I- Buck- what? I… I can- I swear-.”

“Stop talking,” Buck orders, his voice deeper now. With one single movement, he straddles Eddie, pinning him down with his body. “Why would you settle for a picture of me, when you can have the real thing?”

Eddie makes a strangled noise, his jaw hanging open. He closes his eyes, inhaling short — redundantly breathless — little breaths.

Buck licks over his front teeth, sticking his tongue out and circling his lips with it. “Don’t you want the real thing?”

It’s a handful of incomprehensible little words that he mutters, and Buck’s amused, but he’s also done. He grabs Eddie’s hands, which are suspended in the air, and puts them on his hips.

He places his own palms on top of Eddie’s, making sure that they stay in place.

Eddie looks like he’s been tortured, and Buck raises both eyebrows. He waits for a second, but Eddie seems incapable of doing anything, simply staring at him in plea.

Buck clicks his tongue, putting his own hands on Eddie’s chest. He impulses himself to grind on him, making their bulges bump. Eddie moans, Buck smiles. It’s clear now, it has to be.

He opens his eyes, realizing that he had them closed. Huh, interesting reaction. He looks down at Eddie, and plays with his shirt absentmindedly.

It’s a second later, but it feels like an hour. Buck stares at him with a small grin, and it’s only when Eddie’s grasp on Buck’s hips tighten that he knows.

“Please,” he says.

So Buck gets to work.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Please take this as my Fuck It Friday!

Tagged by my lovely @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @lover-of-mine @disasterbuckdiaz @callmenewbie & @daffi-990 thank you so much!💗✨

Tagging in return @wildlife4life @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @loserdiaz @hippolotamus @jamespearce9-1-1 @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @your-catfish-friend @butraura @cowboy-eddie @giddyupbuck @smilingbuckley @mattsire @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddie---diaz @eowon @evanbegins @honestlyeddie @king-buckley @fionaswhvre @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley & @bucksbirthmark 💋

[soadscrawl]

maybe im projecting but if i were trapped in an unceasing hell id be thinking mean shit abt the ppl around me all the time. i also just like to let jasper be unserious he deserves it

[alluralater]

Lemme just say I read that entire rant about that girl on your tags and holy shit that’s cute- 😭

THANK YOU I ADORE HER!!!!! i wanna hold her hair back and whisper from on my knees behind her all the things i love about her while she gets her throat fucked

[delusionalwings]

Hello, may I please ask separate headcanons for yan Satan and Asmo reacting to their darling not believing they love them cause their ex was the same as them please

― synopsis -> you don't believe it when he confesses his love for you because your ex used to say the same

― characters -> asmodeus, satan

― gender neutral reader

― headcanons

― warnings -> yandere content,

gaslighting and manipulation, blaming you, getting angry, trapping you in the relationship (satan)

tailing your ex, harming them indirectly, trapping you, emotionally manipulating you (asmodeus)

― a/n -> i hope i understood the request properly? have a great day/night

ex mentioned by they/them. you are romantically involved with character in this scenario

ASMODEUS

He's lowkey offended that you would distrust him because of an ex! He is Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful being in the three realms and above all, someone truly in love with you. Darling, there's a reason that they are an ex and he is your boyfriend.

After tailing this ex for a few days, he is a little surprised. Hmm... They are no competition for him in any way so he shouldn't feel threatened. However, his heart aches on imagining the love you must have once held for that person. Despite being notorious for fooling around, you are the only person he has ever loved romantically. He is free from the pain of a broken heart so he doesn't know how you feel about your ex.

Do you still remember them...? Do you still think about them? Do you still have feelings for them...? Who do you think about more? If you ever stopped loving them, does that mean that you could stop loving him one day too?

His obsession seems to grow with every thought till he has driven him into a hysterical state. Sadly, he can't overcome this. And that's when things go wrong.

You are such a lamb, darling! You must be kept close, always where he can keep an eye on you. Who knows what may happen when he turns away.

He wouldn't believe a word that the likes of your ex utters... Rage fills him when he looks at them. If he ever finds them flirting with someone, he charms that person to leave so that your ex hardly ever finds date, or for that matter anybody who actually likes them. That will teach them about how to treat another person! Haha, but surely they will never get another chance to hurt someone ever again.

Now he is the one who's seeking promises from you. It does not matter if you are comfortable with the words that he is putting in your mouth. Maybe you need some more time before you can overcome your demons and truthfully make those promises but Asmodeus lacks patience now. You are everything Asmodeus ever wanted so tell him that you feel that same about him.

Let him tell you what you mean to him and give him your reassurance. He will believe all that you tell him as long as you continue speaking those words like a pretty bird. What do you have if not trust? How can he continue existing without your love?

SATAN

He does not like being compared to others in any form, not after being in the shadows of his elder brother since his existence.

When you finally confess the reason for not believing his promises, he gets angry, really angry and turns into his demon form. Despite knowing all about your past, he couldn't quite point his finger on the reason for your distance.

Not until now.

But this?

Your ex? Really? And now you are looking all hurt and even more aloof? How were you expecting him to behave after that?

He returns after cooling down and apologises, while his mind comes up with a new plan.

"You know my ex used to...," he would begin randomly without warning nowadays. It was irritating, especially during the times when the moment was supposed to be about you, about your relationship. Not some ghost of the past that you felt compared to but to the present and possibly the future.

When you finally muster the courage to speak against this injustice, he just blankly stares at you and shrugs. "You started this, didn't you? I thought this is what you wanted. You knew that I despise being compared to and yet you went ahead and did just that. When I return the favour, suddenly I'm the bad guy?"

Satan smiles inwardly on seeing the defeat and conflict on your face. Of course, he knows that sooner or later he would have decided to enjoy teasing you a little. All you did was make him show his true colours sooner and in this particular way. Now he makes you feel that no matter how far you run away, this is the fate that awaits you. The feeling of never being enough.

Your ex has a few things coming - all of those twisted and ugly. No human can make him feel that way and live unhurt. Death is an easier escape than what he has in mind...

[my-fancy-hat]

... goosebumps

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Péi nǐ dào shìjiè zhī diān (Gank Your Heart)

WANG YIBO as Ji XiangKong (2019)

See the OST photoshoot

And a little treat: WYB dancing on set with the cast —

[d20-ritz-stimzz]

"We're gonna kill all of them, and then there's gonna be a lot more life to live after that. And that, that we're gonna do together."

🍬 🍬 🍬 × 🍬 👑 🍬 × 🍬 🍬 🍬

King Amethar of House Rocks, First of His Name, Sovereign ruler of Candia and the Sugarlands, Duke of Cookieshire, Protector of the Realm and Defender of the Faith, Bannerman of the Battle of Gumdrop Pass and Hero of Frosting Valley, The Unfallen, Concordant Emperor

[windsweptinred]

For the people who take time to lovingly craft fanfic/fanart for rare pairs, maverick aus/ characters who are often ignored and overlooked by fandom... THANK YOU! I know it's often thankless work, I know your stories and art will rarely pass 100 likes. But they mean so damn much to those who are desperate for content. Your work is pure gold dust and appreciated more then you could ever know. ❤️❤️❤️

[mothstims22]

🍯 🥮 🍯 | 🧡 🐕 🧡 | 🍯 🥮 🍯

Barnaby B. Beagle stimboard with honey and platonic mlm love for @agirlwithmagicpals!

[neims-skeleton-obsession]

i havent slept properly in four days and im kind of tripping balls i thinnk but im thinking about hallucinating skug and reading skug fluff and playing queen at an unholy volume so this is a bop actually

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

BTTWS thought: I don't quite know what the consensus is for the song being about, but I kind of wonder if it is partially sort of her accepting/grieving losing the dreams she had based on it being on her depression playlist and how it speaks to a specific type of loss even if the loss is the idea of those things.

I'm not sure if there is a consensus because obviously songs are up for interpretation, and I think it's one of those things we just end up leaving to personal experience on main.

I will say that I can easily see how it's read as the loss of the person you were or hoped you'd be, or the dreams you had for your future, and that's a totally valid personal interpretation of it. (That was my interpretation of it on my first few listens of Midnights, actually, though it's changed since then.)

I've written a few posts about BTTWS, but my tl;dr about it is that whatever the actual inspiration for it was, the resounding theme out of it is grief and loss, and is part of the overarching "what if?" of Midnights. (Unfortunately Tumblr's search function is garbage so I can't find them but this was one and so is this one about grief.) I wrote a long-ass essay about the 3am tracks, but one of the things that jumped out to me was that WCS, for instance, is about losing one's faith, and BTTWS is partially about how one deals with loss again when that faith is already long gone.

I do absolutely think the song was on the Depression playlist for a reason (and I think I've posted about that numerous times lol) and the loss of a future you'd dreamed of is probably right on the money *broadly speaking*, which is a theme that is so prevalent on TTPD. As I've also said, TTPD is mainly an album about grief (of all kinds) and that is the song on Midnights that I think is the entry point into understanding TTPD. (Because grief in whatever form it comes in and in whatever origin can cause an avalanche of consequences on your life.)