#perhaps?

[wesstars]

oh—wOAH—what’s that? good god!

oh??? what is happening???

UPDATE: READ HERE ❤️

[captainunderkrupp]

ok. I'm a HUGE cliva fan. but clay would absolutely admire trollex's ability to be fun and serious at the same time!! and considering clays own singing and dancing, they both enjoy electronic... I think it's enough basis for a ship, I've done more with less XD

[fanby-fckry]

Husk: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

Charlie: Are you ok???

Husk: Alastor stole my fucking garlic bread

[hickorydesigns]

I had an idea…

[slutforsilverfoxes]

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's another intentionally suggestive Hotch x gn!reader scene!

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“Oh my god,” Aaron groans, voice muffled by the pillow his face is pressed into. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

You bend at the waist to kiss the spot just behind his ear and murmur, “Yeah? Feels good?”

“That feels fucking incredible,” he affirms with another groan that reverberates through your body from the point where your hips meet. “What are you even doing back there?”

With a giggle, you mold your hands down his muscular back and explain, “It’s called petrissage, love. Part of my spa day was learning how to give a proper massage.”

“Emily got you that gift certificate for your birthday, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers now trailing along the taut cords of muscle that make up his shoulders, the tension practically melting away beneath your touch.

“Remind me to give her a raise.”

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch

[captainharlock]

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[funkyplantguy]

for your consideration: bad boys but in a futuristic, cyberpunk, colorful neon world. bad boys but void jumpers, hopping from one reality to the next, from one body to another, reckless and loud and full of life. they all have matching neon streaks in their hair and matching laughs of glee as they outrun whatever deity or government or entity is chasing them this time. nothing bad ever happens to them. nothing bad ever happens to them

[sp9culation]

okay but

imagine the angst potential in “i would live for you” x “i would die for you”

and imagine they each keep their promise

imagine the one who wants to jump off decides to stay on the cliffside for the other

imagine the one who loves life more than anything decides to give it up for the other

i don’t know how to write this or flesh it out completely, but it’s a nice thought

[midnightsslut]

i have not caught up with the discourse fully so I’m not sure if anyone has mentioned this already, but moonshine clearly has a double meaning here: it refers to alcohol and the moon at the same time. only half of the moonshine is enough to block out the sun fully, which implies that a) whatever is blocking her is lackluster/half-hearted compared to her power, even if it seems to consume her, and b) is toxic (moonshine is very strong and can kill you if not brewed properly iirc).

[darknessdrops]

dreams revealed

[qqueenofhades]

Truly astonishing how the days are getting longer and for some clearly totally unrelated reason, I am surprised at how quickly my mental health is improving.

[suzylind]

👀 Hmm, what may this be?

[fanby-fckry]

Alastor and Vox are so funny sometimes because they’re so much alike, but I think both of them would rather double-die than admit it.

Like Alastor fucking hates Vox, but if he were to explain why he hates him, I think it’d look something like this:

My Blessed Radio vs his barbarous television

My Glorious Entertainment vs his shallow nonsense

My Great Showmanship vs his pretentious show off-ishness

My Nobel Extroverted Nature vs his big stupid mouth (Seriously where is his mute button? How do I turn the volume off on this horrendous thing?)

My Well-Earned Confidence vs his absurd arrogance

[lenoeninade]

idk where i saw it but someone mentioned alien cody and i got a bit carried away

this was actually so fun to draw, i love them both dearly

alternative versions bc i couldn’t decide

[roosterbox]

Hey, want another of my so-called thinky thoughts? This one was inspired by something on the discord. This one also goes under a cut because my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote too much, lol. But anyway.

Alternate universe. Steve and Eddie have been dating for a while, and it's not a secret. All their friends and family know and are supportive. Nancy works as a server in a fancy restaurant. An uneventful job, until she sees Eddie there, seemingly on a very romantic date with... a mystery woman?

What? She's not their server, and hasn't seen the woman's face yet (which will be important later, of course), but WHAT???

She's confused at first, but that confusion quickly gives way to anger. Anger mostly on Steve's behalf. Because she may have broken up with Steve when they were young, but he's still her friend, damnit, and he doesn't deserve this. And the longer the anger stews, the more furious Nancy becomes.

Finally, after one sappy unbroken romantic gaze and delicate hand kiss too many, Nancy storms over. Risking her job to defend the honor of her friend.

"What the actual hell, Munson?!"

Eddie startles, but doesn't let go of his date's hand.

"Oh hey Wheeler! Didn't know you were working tonight." The asshole doesn't seem nervous or worried about being caught. He even smiles at her. The prick.

"Don't you 'hey Wheeler' me, you cheating jerk!"

That finally gets Eddie's attention. His face turns serious, though a bit confused. "What? I'd never cheat on Stevie! Why would you even think that?"

There's a faint chuckling from the other side of the table. Nancy ignores her for now, focusing on Eddie.

"I oughtta punch you in the balls for that, Munson. For lying right to my face. And for what you're doing to Steve."

Eddie's confusion seems to evaporate as he realizes something. "Ah, well. You see Wheeler, the thing is-"

The quiet laughter of Eddie's date becomes too hard to ignore. Nancy spins on her heel, ready to confront this giggling floozy.

"Listen here, you little slut-"

She immediately stops short.

Eddie's date. It's... Steve. But also... not Steve?

"Ah," Eddie says again, a bit sheepish. He's still holding Steve's (?) hand. "You haven't been to one of our group get-togethers in a while.” He clears his throat before continuing. “Nancy, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Stevie."

With her flowing chestnut locks, subtle makeup, and sparkling red dress, Stevie Harrington is absolutely stunning. And she looks more at ease and comfortable in her own skin than ‘Steve’ Harrington ever did. Nancy is entirely taken aback. Stevie's still smiling, but her smile falters a bit at Nancy's silence.

"Nance? You, uh, you okay?" She asks.

Eddie recognizes the fearful undertones of Stevie's question, and gently squeezes her hand. Letting her know that, whatever Nancy's eventual reaction is, he's here for her, always.

Nancy finally blinks, brain having restarted from one of the biggest surprises of her life. "Wuh?"

Oh yeah, real intelligent there, Nancy.

"Buh?"

Oh come on, this is just embarrassing.

She gathers her thoughts, wrestling with them as one might while trying to fold a fitted sheet, keenly aware of the look on Stevie's face. Her friend was growing more and more nervous, and seemed to be bracing herself for something. After a moment, Nancy realizes why this is, and pulls herself together.

"I really haven't been around enough, have I?" She lets her lips curve into a small smile. Stevie relaxes a bit, but still seems guarded.

Nancy's expression softens completely. "It's nice to meet you, Stevie. The real you."

Stevie's smile is so big it must hurt her cheeks, and she looks as if she might cry. "You too, Nancy."

Nancy's expression shifts, turning to shock and embarrassment. "Oh God, I called you a- Jesus, Stevie, I'm so- You're not-" She babbles, face turning red. "Oh god," she says again, hiding her face in her hands. The soft laughter of her friends is simultaneously nice and yet mortifying. Truly this is one of the most embarrassing days of her life.

Gentle hands encircle her wrists. They don't pull, or force her face out into the open. Instead, they just hold, rubbing against her skin. The soothing motion coaxes her into lowering them, and opening her eyes. Stevie's eyes are still watery, but kind. So kind. She's holding Nancy's hands in both of hers.

"It's okay, Nance. Really. You didn't know."

"Still-"

"'Still' nothing. You didn't know. You've been busy. It's not like I couldn't have called you myself, right? That street goes both ways. Besides," She smirks, "the fact that you were so willing and ready to go to bat for me speaks volumes."

"I was two seconds away from punching your boyfriend right in the dick," Nancy reminds her.

"Balls, actually," Eddie mutters, remembering all too well. He shifts his legs under the table. Stevie throws back her head in laughter, drawing a few looks from other patrons. The few that weren't watching the dramatic encounter already, at least. The three friends pay the onlookers no mind.

"I should get back to-"

"Oh!" She lets go. Nancy misses the warmth immediately. "Oh, I'm sorry. We'll let you get back to w-"

Nancy bends and hugs Stevie, who's still sitting at her table. The positioning is awkward, but even so the other woman doesn't hesitate to return the embrace. "We'll talk later, okay?"

Stevie sniffs, holding back her tears valiantly. "Okay."

"And I am NOT missing another family party ever again. Who knows what might happen next time? For all I know, Mike and Will will have hooked up by then."

Her friend giggles in her arms, and she misses the knowing look that passes between Stevie and her boyfriend. Eddie hides his smile with a lock of hair.

She pulls back. Stevie smiles at her, makeup holding strong despite the lone tear that manages to escape. Nancy reaches over and wipes it away. "You look beautiful tonight, Stevie."

She blushes. "Thank you."

"But I really do have to get back. I'll see you two soon. Have fun on your date!" With one final wave, and a smile, she heads back into the kitchen. Every so often, she glances back, seeing them exchange flirty looks, gentle touches, and once, a kiss across the table. It's lovely, and everything she knows Stevie deserves.

On one of these glances, Stevie actually looks her way. She smiles. Nancy smiles back. And wonders, for the dozenth time that evening, what other big developments she might have missed happening in her little group of friends.

[toomuchracket]

sorry to interrupt the little d word moment we're having on tmr but. look at him. my sweet boy!