#idiots the both of them

[piratefishmama]

Steve, in a last ditch effort to make Eddie finally snap and make a move, takes to holding whipped cream cans up, tilting his head up and spraying the cream onto his tongue. Gets pretty good at the soft little groan of delight when the cream hits his tongue.

Eddie.exe crashes immediately every single time.

Robin can't stand either of them.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

2x10 | 3x1 | 6x8

[rainedroptalks]

Every episode of malevolent is just

Arthur: Yknow I’m so glad we’re working through our issues, and I genuinely see you as a friend

John: Me too

Five minutes later

John:EAT SHIT AND DIE

Arthur:I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS

[clowningaroundmars]

my absolute fave thing to read in punkflower fics is lovesick puppy hobie brown

cool-as-a-cucumber hobie overthinking miles' every move, leaving lingering touches on him, longing glances thrown his way

certified BAMF hobie hanging by a doorway or window just a second too long before leaving miles

"skinny-hot" hobie refusing to believe someone as ✨️cool✨️ as miles would be into someone like him

badass punk hobie just yearning and pining and practically draping himself all over miles in desperate attempts but then pulling back all scared when anyone even hints that they should get together

god, i need pining lovesick loser hobie like AIR rn 😭

[randomtwinkinthetomb]

Xiao Hua: i need advice

Wu Xie: with what?

Xiao Hua: with love. how did you know you were in love with Xiaoge?

Wu Xie: …

Wu Xie: i’m in love with Xiaoge?

[murasaki-cha]

The real tragedy is this scene when they're buying pads, not making it in the drama. Censorship ruins everything!

[runin-reads]

AU where James Potter doesn’t have the worst case of internalised homophobia ever and he and Sirius become the Wizarding worlds IT couple (I’m delusional) (Harry’s born anyway just don’t ask me how)

[pandagirl45]

Bucky: Tony, I got a trick I saw

Tony: *looks up putting his tablet down* what?

Bucky: Put your arms up

Tony: um... sure, what the hell *puts his hands up*

Bucky: now cross your wrist over each other

Tony:...*squinting at him but foolishly does so*

Bucky: *pins him by his wrist to the couch holding one of his legs up* like the trick? *grinning*

Tony: you S.O.B *blushing whispering quietly* should have done it in bed

Bucky: *makes a strained noise bright red*

[angeloparker]

[heartofspells]

I am just dropping by to ask, with absolutely ZERO pressure whatsoever, how the older-Wolfstar-in-love fic is coming, and if you have any snippets, I would be DELIGHTED to read them. But also NO pressure whatsoever, you are writing so much right now and everything you produce is a gift <3

You know, funnily enough, I was just thinking about you earlier. I finished up something with a deadline last night, which relieved that crippling sense of utter panic that has been attacking me for the past month and freed me up to focus on other things that are just for fun. Like this! Which I worked on today, in fact. How coincidental is that? But with all that in mind, this is actually now my top priority because I'm in love with the whole thing. It's still coming so easily, just every word. I ran a sprint earlier while I was writing it, 20 minutes, and knocked out 827 words (a new personal best!) without even having to think about it. So. There's that. :)

There is literally not a drop of dialogue in this second chapter yet, so I'm giving you the best bit I could find (tailored specifically for you, my dear, and you'll see why). I hope you enjoy it.

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The Order meetings are…brutal. They're no different than they had been the last time, everyone trying to talk at once, order turning to chaos quickly, half agreeing while the other doesn't. Remus keeps a constant headache now, staring at the grungy walls or the fire constantly stoking over the hearth in the kitchen, wondering how they'd all found themselves here again. Sirius is surly and biting at the oddest of times, wanting out or wanting nothing at all. Sometimes, he sits and stares with Remus into space, focused on nothing and everything at once until something draws him back, some remark or comment or one word spoken into existence that has him chomping at ankles again.

When the prophecy is brought up, fear that Voldemort will try to have it retrieved to learn the truth, that's what pulls Sirius back and keeps him there, in the present, focused and homed in on what matters most: Harry.

The reminder of what sentenced their friends to death and Harry to the life of a wayward orphan is like a stab to the heart. Everyone speaks about it like it's just another thing that needs doing, important and purposeful, but nothing more than that, a thing, an object and fact that requires addressment. Remus hates it, the way they talk about it, gritting his teeth, fingers curling into fists beneath the table, nails biting into flesh. Sirius, for all his distraction with the others, somehow seems to take notice, his own hand slipping beneath the wood top, skin touching skin intently, a pressure that relaxes Remus enough to unfurl, to breathe again. Grey eyes flicker in his direction, a solemn understanding in them that Remus clings to when he needs it most.

Their days trapped within the dark, dank house pass this way, bobbing and weaving in littering, zigzagging lines that are difficult to follow. Sirius tells Remus to go home when he thinks enough to do so, but Remus stays, refuses to leave his friend alone and trapped where he least wants to be other than possibly Azkaban, though Remus does wonder if even the prison wouldn't be a sort of reprieve to Sirius at times, the house eating away at him a little more every day. He can see the relief in Sirius' eyes each time he denies his request, though he never speaks to it, only grunting and walking away or dropping back down to a hard sofa or mess of a bed with little regard for anything else.

Remus isn't sure how to pull him out of it, this sinking, spiraling loop Sirius has fallen into with so little resistance. It's painful to watch, worse yet to hear his mutterings in the dark of night when he thinks no one is listening, but Remus always is, highly attuned to all things Sirius Black, even now. More so now, he thinks, than ever before.

Yet, something Remus thinks later should be unsurprising, it's Harry that garners that needed response from his friend. The boy might think Sirius sour and moody when they cross paths again, but Remus can see that light and warmth reforming inside him, that love for his godson taking root and blossoming outwards, clearing the fog over his eyes in the daylight that barely reaches its tendril-like fingers into the shabby structure encasing them. Harry brings forth who Sirius really is still, in the heart of himself, that person Remus had once known so long ago and let slip away through doubts created from secrets and lies forced upon them so cruelly. Harry makes Sirius blossom.

[tinakibed]

staying hydrated with ryan reynolds and spiderman

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

+Bonus

[bottomvalerius]

Lucio & Sam decide to join some nobleman golf group and almost instantly devolve into hitting one another with different clubs and chasing each other around the course

[the-heartbeatclocktower]

anyways goes feral about gardener

[drawerbread]

the funniest thing about tlt is that harrow canonically has more bitches than gideon