#like never ever

[deardev0teddelicate]

those new pictures of joel kind of altered my brain chemistry and i have not stopped thinking about him in those slutty little glasses hehe

also @millersdoll this is for you so i hope you enjoy !

Joel was sitting at your table, deep in thought over some papers that Tommy had given him earlier in the day that laid out before him. In the past few years, his age and the strain he had relentlessly put on his body had begun to catch up with him, leaving him with the need for glasses. He only ever needed to wear them when working with things up close or things that were particularly tiny. You'd catch him wearing them in his workshop, or sometimes when he would read at night—or times like now.

And goddamn did he look good in them.

Walking across the room to him, you placed your fingers under his chin bringing his focus to you. You smiled at his furrowed brow, sitting yourself down to straddle his lap, sighing the moment you felt the heat from his body. His ears tinged a shade of red at your bold maneuvers and the lines on his forehead softened.

"Y'need somethin', darlin'?" He asked gently, in that low gruff voice of his. It sent sparks down your spine, your stomach flipping at his attention. Despite being with for as long as you have, you still would feel the excitement that you felt the day you laid eyes on him his first day in Jackson.

"Just you," your eyes flicked from his eyes to his mouth, while you leaned in wrapping your arms to rest lazily over his shoulders. Your lips connected with his and his eyes fluttered shut, intoxicated by your soft touches. Moving in sync with each other, you passed your tongue over his lip—a silent request. He opened to let you in your tongues dancing together in tranquil passion.

You sat there together, holding each other, before he steadily pulled back from you, a string of saliva bridging between his lips and yours. Whining, you protested his absence, confusion washing across your features as you tried to catch your breath. He slipped one of his hands that had found their way to your waist up to his face. You watched as he took his readers off, placing them behind you atop the papers he was previously studying.

Joel then moved his hand to your jaw, pulling your attention from the abandoned glasses back to him, closing the gap between you and him to resume your shared moment from before. But you didn't let him hardly do anything as you pulled back from him just as he had done. It was now his turn to be confused. You twisted in his lap to reach for the glasses, and twisted back to put them back on his face where they belonged with a grin.

"Really, darlin'?" He asked you, quirking an eyebrow at your antics.

"Really," you confirmed with a small nod.

Joel simply rolled his eyes playfully and said "they make me look like 'n ol'man."

"Yeah, but you're my old man. I like them," you looked up at him, your hands moving to cup his face, thumb brushing across the graying hair on his face. Your eyes glanced up to his framed, brown eyes. He looked at you with such devoted adoration it made heat creep up your neck and down to your tummy.

Again, you press your lips to his, only this time there was something different about it. As your mouth meshed with his, it evolved from something delicate and soothing to something needy and insatiable. This time, he was the one to open the kiss, sliding his hand from your chin to rest on the part of your neck just under your ear, holding you gently but firm. He groaned into your mouth, beginning to feel weak at your eagerness for him. It's moments like these that are permanently etched into his mind and yours, creating panels in the tapestry of your shared story.

His mustache brushed against your upper lip, leaving the subtle sting on your skin as evidence of his love. With one hand on the nape of your neck and the other pulling you in closer by your waist, you let out a soft whimper that sent blood rushing down his body. The sweet, dulcet sounds from you only made him hungry for more, but he pulled back to look at you through the frames of his glasses. You beamed up at him, at how handsome he looked in them.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom? Wanna take care of you properly." He said into your ear, nudging his nose against where your hairline met the side of your face. The cool metal of his glasses pressed against your temple, evoking a faint gasp to fall from your lips and arousal to pool between your legs, leaving a damp patch on the material of his jeans.

"You are a dirty old man," you giggle leaning into him before he pulled you up from the chair. "You're my dirty old man, though," you said, winking at him over your shoulder, you begin to walk towards your shared room.

"Damn right," he smirked, before lightly smacking your ass, causing you to stumble over your steps just bit as he followed you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

[bagels-and-cream-cheese333]

I am just as scared of skinny raph as the rest of y’all but white raph is what truly haunts me

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Steve scowls, crosses the empty street in the dark, 'n hovers uncertianly under the flickerin' streetlamp in the space just before his regret 'n ache burned into anger. He's got no clue what time it is. Somehow, too early 'n too last at the same time.

He pops his collar against the chill 'n tries to light a cig, cupped close to his face 'n dartin'. Summer's still clingin' on by her fingertips, but, when nobody's lookin', or maybe when no one should be around to check, a wind blows in that smells like dead leaves 'n the smell of Darry's apple pie.

But now it's not promisin'. It's just cold. He sighs, points his feet across the lot just to be movin'. The street lamp flicks on, off, on again. Steve strikes another match, tries vainly to shield it behind bruised knuckles. He's not payin' one bit of attention when he trips over the dark shape curled against itself 'n half hidden in the tall grass.

He sidesteps, catches his balance before he sprawls straight onto the ground, whips around to see what the hell he'd slammed into 'n comes face to face with a switch, shinin' in the low light. On, off, on.

"Steve?" Johnny's hair is loose 'n fallin' in dark waves around his eyes. His voice still marred 'n tired.

"Jesus fuck. Johnny?" Steve drops his fists, glory, he didn't even remember raisin' 'em, thanks God for the first 'n last time that sleep slowed Johnny's reaction time or Steve was liable to have been sliced to fuckin' ribbons by now. But even the thought makes his stomach lurch 'cause what if it hadn't been Steve?

Glory. One day the kid was gonna get himself killed.

"Johnny, what the hell are you doin' out here man?" Johnny pushes his hair back absently, flicks his knife closed 'n slides it back into his pocket, lifts a shoulder 'n lets it fall.

"Couldn't go home." He tilts his face 'n Steve catches the shadow of a bruise that stretches around Johnny's eye' n across the sunken hollows of his cheeks.

He lets out a low hiss 'n Johnny shrugs again, drops down to the knotted root of a tree long since knocked down, pulls out a pack of Kools. "Why didn't you go to the Curtis'?"

"Didn't wanna be a bother." He taps the box against the heel of his hand 'n Steve doesn't wait for him to ask for a match, just pulls one outta his pocket 'n offers it up. His instinct to say that he ain't ever a bother 'n he's always welcome there 'n Steve didn't know where he kept gettin' the fool idea he wasn't drys up 'n dies in his throat. 'Cause he's out here too. Three blocks away 'n headed further. So instead, he just drops down beside him, tuckin' his knees up into his chest.

"Can I bum a cig? I lost mine when some punk tripped me 'n nearly made me eat shit." He grins 'n Johnny rolls his eyes and passes him over one.

"Last I checked you tripped over me." Steve finally finds the sweet spot between their shoulders where the wind can't get 'n strikes the end of his weed.

"Tom-a-to, tom-ah-to." Johnny just chuckles, kicks his feet out in front of him 'n runs his hand over his arms, both of them sorely regrettin' not havin' jackets. Not that either of 'em were in spots to go thinkin' of the weather when they left.

"So. What are you lookin' for?" Steve blows the smoke out through his nose, the sickly sweet menthals Johnny's got a preference for burnin' up his throat. He leans back, props himself up on his hands, pulls a blade of grass up 'n twists it 'round his fingers like Soda always did.

"Wasn't lookin' for much of anythin'." Johnny turns to look at him, studies him with those bright, dark eyes of his. He's got the ember end of his cig hoverin' in his hand, lightin' him up 'n Steve can clearly see a thin collar of dark bruises that ring Johnny's neck he hadn't noticed before. He grits his teeth 'cause he knew exactly who had put them there, finally feels the anger he'd been lookin' for spark 'n light, thrum under split knuckles.

"A fight?" Goddamn Johnny 'n his eerie ability to just see things.

"Mostly just somethin' to put my fist through." He tries to chuckle dryly but he chokes on it. 'Cause ain't he out here lookin' for the thing Johnny was runnin' from?

"So, Dallas?" Johnny just grins, pulls his knees back up 'n turns to rest his head down on them. "He ain't out here tonight. Think he's with the Curtis' 'n you'll have to go through Darry first there."

"So he's out." Steve rolls his eyes jokingly 'n earns another hoarse laugh. But it doesn't last 'cause now they're both thinkin' real hard about that couch 'n how much better it was than a rotted root in a lot.

There's a brief pause 'n Steve can feel Johnny studyin' him. He always reminded him of Soda when he did that. You just got the feelin' you were bein' picked apart in ways you had never been before. That someone was about to tell you things you didn't know about yourself.

"Was it your Da?" Steve cuts his eyes hard away, should have known. 'Cause he ain't got anythin' to be angry at here 'cept Johnny 'n he could never do that. But that means he ain't got nothin' to stop the regret poolin' back up in his stomach.

"Yeah." Johnny nods. Doesn't need to ask anythin' else. 'Cause if anyone gets it, it's Johnny. But that makes his ribs ache 'n his bruised knuckles burn 'cause he can't fuckin' compare with him. 'Cause when Johnny had a bad night it meant someone had to scrape him off the fuckin' pavement 'n make sure his folks hadn't finally cracked his skull clean in half.

When Steve had a bad night he took a walk around the fuckin' block 'n took a fist to the first fight he could find. 'Cause his father would never do him the favor of makin' it physical 'n no one cared that get the fuck out 'n never come back hurt worse than a couple goddamn broken ribs.

Jesus. How could he sit next to him in the lot 'n think he had it bad at all when in a few days he'd walk home with five bucks in his hand 'n a place to stay until it got bad again?

"Steve?" He jumps, doesn't realize he's tremblin' til Johnny leans into him. He scrubs the back of his hand over his face, goes to take drag 'n sighs when he finds the things blown out again.

"Yeah, Johnny Cakes?"

"I'm sorry." Steve whips his head to look at him but Johnny's just got his eyes closed, head down on Steve's shoulder, 'n he looks so... tired. Not small. Not broken. Just tired. 'Cause Johnny's probably the toughest goddamn kid Steve has ever met.

"Ain't your fault."

"Didn't say it was." Steve sigh, drops his head down against Johnny's.

"I guess you didn't."

"You don't deserve that." 'N Steve feels that right in his stomach. Like a switch cut cleanly up his gut 'n between his ribs 'n opened him up. 'Cause Johnny how could sit there with a black eye 'n rasp through every breath 'n tell Steve he didn't deserve to be treated like that?

'N he wouldn't listen to it from Soda. 'Cause Soda couldn't get it. Soda was so wrapped up in love how could he? Sure, his da wasn't like Mr 'n Mrs. C. But he wasn't that bad. Wouldn't believe it from Darry 'cause he wasn't no better. How could Steve not deserve it? He didn't have it bad. He didn't. He had five dollars 'n cold hard proof that it wasn't ever that serious or nothin'.

"Don't say that, Johnny. You got it worse than me. I ain't got nothin' to bitch about compared to you."

"You got it different." Johnny tilts his head back. Pins him right to the sky with those big dark eyes. "Don't mean you don't get to grieve it, too."

Jesus. What the hell was he supposed to say to that.

So he doesn't say anythin'. Just worries his lip, drops his forehead against the top of Johnny's head, gathers up his brother tight in his arms 'n feels suddenly like he could fall asleep right there, tucked up against Johnny in the big, empty, cold night that would burn off by dawn 'n make way for strawberry-stained mouths 'n the last good weeks of summer. "I'm sorry, too."

"I know." But in the lot, they were just two scared kids in the dark. 'N Steve was sick of livin' like that. Thinks, maybe for the first time, they both deserved better.

"C'mon, Johnny." He slides to his feet, offers Johnny a hand-up he takes without hesitation. "We're goin' home." 'N they both know he doesn't mean back to their folks 'n the empty mausoleums they were always dressin' up 'n hopin' to find love in. He means an empty couch 'n an armchair 'n someone who would look for them in the middle of the night when it got deceptively cold.

'N Johnny folds himself to Steve's side 'n Steve throws an arm around him 'n they turn back up the street, matchin' stride for stride. 'Cause Steve 'n Johnny weren't the same. But maybe they were the closest you could possibly get.

[naomiiiiz]

Don’t know if someone already did this, but I need everyone to start seeing Sonadow as a soul connection rather than a normal ship.

I love the idea of #sonadow being a a soul binding/tying based connection rather than a ship, especially since Shadow is immortal and Sonic seems to exist in every lifetime no matter what.

Also, it literally does not matter what the fuck is going on, those gremlin ass speedy ass bitches will LITERALLY always find each other.

They never stop being in the other one’s life.

In every single life time, they are destined to be something. Enemies, Rivals, Partners, Friends, Lovers, Brothers, anything.

I don’t care what they are.

As long as they are together, and they are something, I am happy and sated.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[lilyevansenthuisast]

“you’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened. The world ended when it happened to me”

but its remus lupin to sirius after The Prank

[spyglassrealms]

I'm not fucking ready for this, man

I don't really want to go into details but my dad's in the hospital. Brain stuff. Prognosis isn't super at the moment. I'm glad he's still hanging in there but... fuck, dudes. Two weeks recovery at BEST. More likely a month. And he'll never be 100% again. No matter what happens next I have no idea how I'm gonna navigate it. I'm not fucking ready for this. I mean I wasn't ready the first time but at least I had Dad to get a handle on things. Fuck, I just hope I still have him at all by the end of this.

If you're the praying sort, now might be a good time for it.

[nanamimizz-archived]

i never want shidou to get a tongue piercing

[extrashortshorts]

I recently learned that there's a kind of shrimp that crawl all over marimo Moss balls and pick food bits off it. Could that be a way zoro cleans his hair?

He just doesn't

[millenniumchibo]

Jazz is dreaming about making out with you. Again

Oh. Okay yeah. Hm. Good to know.

[yume-fanfare]

all things considered, i think kissing would probably make tori and tsukasa worse. but they should give it a try regardless

[bicryingpotato]

I’m doing Vegeta on all my favorites piccrew, somebody please send help….

Btw, should I post all of them here? 👀

Picrewの「makowka character maker II」でつくったよ！ https://picrew.me/share?cd=CaFY4pX8fx #Picrew #makowka_character_maker_II

[persephoneflouwers]

Inside Gemma’s brain there is Islamophobia, racism and how to milk her bother’s fame. But hey, treat people with kindness! Only the ones we like and that are white enough though

Don’t worry! She’ll wear the same outfit twice to help the world be a better place ☝️

[placeapuppyinmyhair]

i can tell you every single thing about me but i will NEVER show you my ao3 history or my monthly playlists

[boasamishipper]

unpopular opinion but i think a ship that's not canon but both halves are canonically insane about each other is infinitely better than a ship that's canon and boring

[foldingfittedsheets]

Back in 2017 I signed up for one of the Cards Against Humanity sillies and did their Cards Against Humanity Saves America. Basically they were like fuck Tr*mp and his border wall and used the funds from the campaign to buy land and to make all 150,000 contributors part owners of said land across the US/Mexico border.

It was fun and silly and I got a little certificate.

Today I got an email that Elon Musk illegally annexed that land for SpaceX and that CAH are suing him over it. So possibly I’ll get like $100 if they manage to win a lawsuit and stick it to Musk. It’s like even more bang for my original buck.

[nanamimizz-archived]

i can never watch knb