#she is frosting

[1alchemistart]

hurried and did some art of she 👀

[mararabbit]

NOELLE GRAAAAAAAGH I FIGURED OUT HOW I WANNA DRAW HER STUPID HAIR GRAAAAAAGH

[billykcplan]

EMMA FROST | X-MEN 97 ↪ remember it

[st4rking]

tfw you, as a mind reader, have to team up with a man who thinks too much

Slight spoilers in tags

[the-darkestminds]

One of the reasons why I instantly loved Emerie:

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Emma snooping on Scott and Maddie's psychic affair: This is boring. Stop being so angsty and rip each other's clothes off. Jean: WHAT THE FUCKING IS GOING ON HERE?! Emma: Oooh, now it's getting good.

[sboochi]

My weekly dose of fluff

[annadeef]

She's acting cool in case there's any hot ladies nearby.

[seafoamdew]

They're fine 👍

[juniemunie]

Still thinking about ROBTD stories where hiccup is the only one that finished his movie because he and toothless need to be together but everyone else still hasnt gone through their character arcs yet and it makes me laugh

[cacw]

meet your maker

[lilacfiresoul]

spring, april 1 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 619 words

They’d slept with the window open last night.

It was partially Regulus’ fault; the clocks had turned forward an hour, and he’d been up late, perched on the sloping roof watching the stars pass by, without realising twelve o’clock had turned into two, bypassing one am completely and hurtling Regulus into the next day without a moment’s breath.

One of the best things about living in a small village, in the middle of rural England, is that the light pollution staining the sky from distant cities doesn’t touch here, and Regulus can stare up at the sky and see stars twinkling back.

He’d climbed back inside shortly after, drowsy, completely forgetting to close the windows and curtains as he’d fallen back into bed with James.

Now, as Regulus is pulled from sleep by the sounds of birds chirping, the full onslaught of the sun hits him square in the face as he opens his eyes. Squinting, blinking away bright impressions on his irises, he lifts a hand up to block the light as he leans over to check the time.

Nine o’clock.

Spring is definitely here, and it’s not holding back.

James is still sleeping, on his stomach, his face turned towards Regulus, one arm curled up underneath the pillow to bunch it closer to his cheek. The bedsheets are gathered around his waist—clearly, he got too hot in the night and kicked them off—and the sunlight plays across the surface of his back, ducking between the divots of his spine, smoothing over the slope of his shoulders.

Regulus stares at him, James’ lips slowly parted as he breathes, eyelashes dark against his cheeks. Rays of sunlight dance between the strands of his hair, and he is a Greek god sleeping after a weary battle, Achilles or Apollo, racing with his chariot to pull up the sunrise, every muscle and bone sculptured from pure gold.

“I can feel you staring,” James murmurs. He doesn’t open his eyes, nor move, but he inhales deeply, his back rising and falling with his breath.

Regulus presses his lips together and doesn’t even try to stop his blush of embarrassment. “Can I not stare at my husband whilst he sleeps?”

James cracks open his eyes then, just one, to grin at Regulus before closing it again, snuggling further into the pillow. His voice comes out soft, tired. “Bit creepy, don’t you think? Stalker-ish.”

“We’ve been married for two years,” Regulus reminds him.

With a noise of contentment, one of James’ arms comes out from under the covers to drag Regulus over to him, pulling him into his body. Regulus is all too happy to settle there, tucking his face under James’ chin, breathing in the smell that is just purely James that he can’t describe to anyone else. James, in turn, presses his cheek into Regulus’ hair, his fingers moving to slightly trace lines down his back. It makes Regulus shiver.

“Oh, the window’s open,” James comments, voice still laced with sleep. “Did you leave it like that?”

“Yeah, I forgot to close it.”

One of their neighbours outside starts mowing their lawn, the repeated growl of the motor infiltrating into their bedroom for a few seconds before it purrs to life.

“It’s nine o’clock, you know,” Regulus tells James gently.

James hums, still running fingers along Regulus’ back. “So?”

“So,” Regulus continues. “Don’t you want to get up? It’s sunny out today.”

Neither of them move. James just sighs, pulling Regulus closer. “Five more minutes.”

It’s around one in the afternoon when they both finally get out of bed.

[notemaker]

@midoristeashop THIS bottom corner drawing you mean?

[illyanarasputinfan]

Terry Dodson

[arkiwii]

more doodles because i am insane

[the-darkestminds]

Nesta: *spends a shit ton of Rhysand’s money on booze and gambling, verbally abuses Feyre and Cassian, makes Elain cry*

Me: