#the void is calling!

[obscure-introject-sources]

A moodboard for a fictive of Jonathan Crane from Gotham, with darker colors

[threeicedcreams]

Waht if we kissed on the pokemon legends z-a anti homeless architecture bench,

[egophiliac]

once again, don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

(eventually I will get back to being less scribbly, whoops)

[charl0ttan]

its so so scary that you can just look back at years old discord messages any time you want for instant psychic damage

[sure-ill-eat-anything]

John: What are we gonna do? Ride Bob?

The rest of the Thunderbolts, the audience members, and the AO3 writers:

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

[louhinks]

girl save me

[soyochii]

Grown adults but also Highschool bullies fr

[themoonstonechronicler]

how about maybe we dont call transmascs who dont work super hard to maintain their appearance ugly thats it thanks

[sickofthis666]

Story: *medieval setting where a lesbian disguises as a man to marry the woman she loves, be able to practice sword fighting, and to avoid being married by force to a man*

The comments: omg transmasc?? Egg?? Whether she's a lesbian or transmac, it's still a 🌠queer🌠 story 🥰

[obscure-introject-sources]

A stimboard for a fictive of Prince August from High Class Homos for @the-hive-court with bright colors, pastel pink, and things like castle playsets

Credits: x x x / x x / x x x

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[the-whispers-of-death]

I'm imagining Simon coming home from deployment while you're out of the house, hanging with your friends. You didn't even know he was coming home—hell, he didn't even know until they told him—so this gives him the perfect opportunity to go for a shower and to decompress so that he can give you his full attention when you're back.

Simon focuses on washing off the blood and dirt off of him, making sure he puts on clean clothes that aren't stained with the horrors of war. He sits on the couch and waits, reveling in the silence that allows him to catch his breath and center himself. He's home, he's not on a battlefield, he's home and he's waiting for you.

And when you finally get home, your eyes lighting up at seeing him on the couch, he fully relaxes. You two end up laying on the couch with his head resting against your chest as you hold him. This is his safe place, you are his safe person.

He's so lucky and he feels it in that moment. Feels so grateful to have you as his partner.

So he lets go of everything that had led up to this moment and he just focuses on you. You and the love you two share. And he couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

[benthesoldiersjeanshorts]

[cassierobinsons]

oh so fic about cas going back in time to meet stanford era dean and dick some self-esteem into him is fine but when EYE say i want more fic about early 40s dean meeting s5 cas and immediately blowing his back out i'm the bad guy?

[robin-vevo]

[crowliphale]

Torbek spinal structure & kremy stress sketch