#shameless💔

[flavioabortion]

Flavio negative ohio rizz

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i’ve been obsessing over season 6 debbie lately she’s all i can think about

[lingy910y]

Day 1 - housewarming

maybe they'll have a housewarming party right after their anniversary~

Shameless US (SFW) @domaystic

also very fitting that @shamelesscreatorsnetwork announced their theme this month to be family :D

[winnie-the-monster]

[fruitysoupy]

I may have gone a bit overboard with this brush/lighting/colour test

Have a bunch of Sky Links!

[layne-regrets-nothing]

mmfmmnfnghgn me & Him teehee,,..

[shoyostar]

every childhood friend/bestfriend shoyo fic i have in my drafts rn is so blatantly self indulgent

[pure-vessel-thoughts]

{ 🪷 Hey y'all, obligatory shameless plug post from your favvv

If ya wanna see me stream Hollow Knight Modded (with chat controls) at ~1 PM EST the info is pinned on my main account @spiderwh0re

With that out of the way, let the chaos ensue }

[tsuga-of-mars]

Galladrabbles - Songs that remind me of you 💔🎶🎧

Last min submission. This is a sad take on the Songs that remind me of you prompt for @galladrabbles, this song is on a Gallavich playlist, that I know I got from you guys. Every time I hear it, it just hurts but is so them.

... ... ...

Lyrics hit, like a freight train

Leaving Ian on that roof top

Spitting blood and begging Mickey to pick him

🎵 Its not easy breaking your heart 🎵

Should have known better than to have just one night with him

🎵 We were two dumb kids 🎵

🎵 Full of grand ideas 🎵

Should have known better than to hope he could be with Ian

🎵 We were two dumb kids 🎵

🎵 Full of hopes and fears🎵

Now here he was with a pregnant wife and even more miserable

Ian gone, probably to get himself killed in the army somewhere

🎵 We knew this would end from the start🎵

[tvxcue]

is shameless GOOD? no. but that’s not what matters.

[diviine-zero]

just finished shameless and i am NOT OKAY. 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[lingy910y]

Galladrabbles

have another one for @galladrabbles and @sam-loves-seb’s prompt, “You know this guy?” i heard ian’s exact exasperated voice the second i read that, so here’s s11 canon compliant of ian bonding with his family in-law 😌

Ian’s fidgeting with his ring under the Milkovich table when a tattooed hand covers his. He relaxes when he sees Mickey’s reassuring face.

“I said I ‘knew this guy’, but Lou’s just a cousin I see once a year.”

Ian sighs. “It’s just… last Thanksgiving didn’t go…well.”

Mickey’s shoulders slump. Ian told him about Monica in prison.

“We can make new memories.”

Lou places the turkey on the table. “So, Mickey, I’ve heard. Congrats on your wedding.”

Mickey snorts. “It would be hard not to notice my ring when I pointed the gun.”

Across the table, Sandy smirks at Ian.

[winnie-the-monster]

[thegetdownrebooter]

Just finished the iron claw….

[sheikfangirl]

Goddessdammit Linky, pull yourself together!! I headcanon that after the "The Dragon's Tears" and "Crisis at Hyrule Castle" quests, Link's behavior is so erratic and self-destructive that Purah and the sages strap him to chair and make an INTERVENTION!! They are WORRIED!! 😢 Poor Link misses Zelda so much💔💔💔

But! he has FRIENDS and they CARE FOR HIM ♥♥ ------

PS: Yup, it's a shameless homage to Edna Mode

[saetoru]

do you ever think about drying gojos hair after you both took a shower together 💔

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ NEW PEOPLE — GOJO SATORU.

contents. established relationship, like two tiddie squeezes LMAO, it’s ridiculously corny and i need to be shot. lots of kisses. lots of (corny) banter. did i mention lots of kisses ????? also satoru is taller than reader. he’s 6’7 in my heart

“c’mere,” you mumble, holding the towel as you motion for him to bend down. satoru grins—it’s that wide, smug one with the slightest hints amusement that normally make you want to wipe it off his face.

but right now, you decide you’ll be nice. sometimes he deserves something nice. really nice, in fact.

“oh?” he hums, “need me to come down there? i wonder why.” he brows are wiggling, and his head is angled enough that his cheek is just in range for your lips to touch the soft skin. you huff, rolling your eyes as you plop the towel over his head and promptly cover his face.

not a lot of people catch gojo satoru off guard—but you watch him stiffen under the towel in surprise. you can’t see his face, but you’re sure it’s confused. the thought makes you giggle.

“not for a kiss, you idiot,” you snort, “i’m gonna dry your hair. don’t need you getting my pillow wet.”

“our pillow,” he corrects, “there’s no mine in a relationship, sweetheart. it’s just ours.”

“you’re lucky i let you have a pillow at all,” you mutter, pulling the towel back so his face is visible again.

and then, at the sight, your eyes soften—satoru looks beautiful like this. shirtless, just in a pair of joggers, pale skin slightly pink from the hot shower and damp stands of hair sticking to his forehead. you gently rub over his head with the cloth, drying it as he leans into your touch.

you can feel his lips hovering just above your own, eyes studying you carefully. you try to ignore it, the intensity of his eyes on you, the heat of his body just inches away from yours—instead, you try focusing on drying his wet hair as much as a towel permits.

“well who needs pillows anyway,” he hums, “when you have these.”

you hiss when his hand squeezes over your tits, making you slap it away as you scowl—of course, even when you try to be gentle with satoru, he doesn’t let it come easily. but that’s why you love him, you suppose—something about him, even despite the irritation that comes with all of him, calls for something gentle.

“satoru, you’re shameless,” you glare, “can’t you be normal for once in your life?”

“me, normal?” he gasps, “there’s nothing normal about me, sweetheart. i’m extraordinary—the strongest! the handsomest! and…” he drawls before he winks, “the luckiest too.”

he adds the last part with an easy grin plastered on his face, leaning in so that his lips rest over yours. he doesn’t kiss you though, no—he leaves that entirely up to you.

you decide to indulge him, just this once.

“oh yeah?” you murmur, lips still pressed against his as you speak. he hums, closing his eyes when your hands cup his face, your thumb rubbing over his right cheek gently.

“yup,” he breathes.

and then you kiss him, softly at first, pecking his lips at the corners before pressing a lingering kiss over them properly. his hands find your hips, grabbing them tightly as he pulls you in, lets your body press against his chest as he deepens the kiss and nips at your bottom lip.

you smile—satoru is beautiful like this. in the palms of your hands, wrapped around your fingers, yours.

“i wish i could say the same,” you sigh dramatically as you pull away, “but unfortunately you’re the only lucky one in this relationship.”

“i’m wounded,” he clutches over his heart, the towel falling from his head to drape over his shoulders. you can’t help but admire him—satoru is beautiful like this. he always is, you think. “and here i thought you were hopelessly in love with me—you even dried my hair. did that mean nothing to you?”

“yup. it’s not me, it’s you,” you giggle, “i think we should see other people.”

“oh yeah?” he chuckles—and then, his lips are on your face, kiss after kiss after kiss pressing to every inch of skin he can find. on your forehead, across your cheeks, down your nose and along your jaw, right until he’s back to where he started.

his favorite spot, the one he’ll never forget, committed to his memory. your lips—the same ones he loves when they’re curled into a smile, when they’re parted as the scold him, when they’re pursed into a scowl.

the same ones he could kiss now, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and forever if you let him. he’ll never get tired.

“yeah,” you giggle, squealing in laughter as he bites at your cheek playfully.

“that’s cute, sweetheart,” he says lowly, kissing down your neck until his nose brushes against your collarbone, “but they don’t call me the strongest for nothing, y’know. your new man can fight me for your hand—and he’ll lose.”

“you’re an idiot,” you laugh, fingers threading through his hair delicately, nails raking over his scalp—and it’s sweet, the sound of your voice, he loves the taste of it when it trickles from your lips onto his. so he presses his to yours once more, just to taste it again.

“i’m afraid love turns us all into fools,” he sighs, “that’s why you’re the biggest fool. don’t worry, i’d love me that bad too.”

“i’d be careful if i were you, toru,” you raise a brow, “or you’ll lose pillow privileges.”

“and that, sweetheart, is why i got these,” he says cheekily, hand creeping up to squeeze around your tits again—you’re tired of him. but you can’t get enough. you roll your eyes at everything he does. but every time, without fail, a smile creeps along the corners of your mouth too.

“i’m sick of you,” you mutter.

“what’s that? you’re sick? don’t worry, i know just what will make you feel better,” he says confidently—and then he kisses you again. and again—and you hope he doesn’t stop anytime soon.

the way this is so embarrassingly cheesy if someone called the police on me i’d go without a fight. like ykw sorry officer ur right my fault !!