#they are so *screams into my pillow*

[timoothy]

only guy in the whole entire world

[saberafterdark]

i am going to combust into a million pieces

[mercymaker]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.

This beautiful art of Maleane & Astarion was made by the wonderfully talented @tadpole-apocalypse thank you so much!!! They're open to commissions, so check them out!

[thomwelling]

So, thanks to your Uncle Barney, we got to keep your Aunt Robin.

[theminecraftbee]

also for the record i've never heard doc try so hard to not say fuck in my life.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

as a fellow deluyuyu looking out for another deluyuyu.. do NOT look at Yunho's Saitama Day 2 pictures 💀🧎🏻‍♀️🕳 we don't have the hotteok health insurance!!

bro.

YOU'RE TELLING ME WE WITNESSED THE YIPPLE???? HE ACTUALLY BROKE THE WALL DFKJGHJDFHGJKDF

AND HE LOOKED THIS HOT ANYWAY???

I. AM. NOT. OKAY.

[dylandaydreams]

guys NEW MIKE PICS!!!! HEEELLLPPP ARE WE LITERALLY KIDDING !!!!!!

[hanafubukki]

Happy Birthday Lilia Vanrouge! 💚🌻🌺

Summary: Lilia leaves you speechless even in the dream world.

You felt a sigh involuntarily escape you. Malleus had shown up in the dream, but Lilia had woken up.

You knew you should be worried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Everything felt okay.

“I’ll give you a happy dream. What would you like? One with mother and father or one where you live peacefully with your son?”

Oh Malleus.

“You think you can take me on? You certainly can try~”

Okay, now I know where Malleus gets his brattiness from. That’s father and son for you.

You didn’t know if you felt exasperation or if you wanted to laugh.

“Okay everyone! Now we run!”

Now you couldn’t help but laugh as Lilia grabbed your hand on the way, pulling you along with a wink.

Yes, things were starting to feel alright again.

You knew Lilia was right. Only he could handle Malleus, but after spending so long trying to wake him up, you couldn’t blame everyone for hesitating.

Lilia was right though, Malleus would never hurt him. Playfully roughhouse as they always have done, but never truly hurt him.

“Father, let’s meet again. I have many things I want to talk to you about.”

I’m happy for you, Silver. You got to express yourself finally.

You fondly looked at the scene in front of you. Yes, you all would meet again. When this dream ended, when everything would be alright again.

“To the one I’ve met before,”

“Oh before I forget~”

Lilia turned to you with a grin, the dark red in his eyes surprising you.

He-

Only for him to pull you into a kiss.

The gasp you release only led him to deepen it.

“Meet in a Dream.”

He releases you with a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Until we meet again, Dearest.”

That cheeky-

You couldn’t react before Silver’s Unique Magic engulfed you in pastel colors.

The floor collapsed beneath you.

Not me kicking and giggling while writing that last scene. 💞😫, I hope it made you all feel the same way 🫶💚

[kodzuken-chan]

MY ROMAN EMPIRE:

I'm obsessed with how he does this little thingy with his nose OH MY GOD 🫂🩷

[state-of-beeing]

Let's Dance<< put on your red shoes and dance the blues let's dance to the song they're playing on the radio

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Having a lot of feelings about them. Last session did things to me.

[eddievedders]

THE LAST OF US — 1.08 "When We Are In Need."

[elfboypussy]

what if your tav was a little stupid and didnt realize vampires were real. this is my vision

[erwinsvow]

that blurb was so real cause I’m anemic 😔 can imagine Rafe catching me every time I nearly faint I feel like he’d have dad reflexes

WAIT im anemic too! why are we twins

picturing rafe waiting on his bed when you come out of the shower finally, you went in about fifty minutes ago and he knows you use the hottest water possible. if you just did your everything shower and are all flushed and exhausted, when you come back he wants to tell at you for taking so long but you kind of stumble in.

he would immediately get to you but imagine you just fainted from the lack of water and exhausation omggg this man would be a messs esp if this is the first time. but then he'd slap your face and get you some cold water. can just imagine giggling and becoming awake.

"thanks rafey. can you slap me again? that really helped.."

"shut up kid."

and then after that imagine at the golf course or something if you had to follow him around in the sun and you hadn't really eaten all day AND you're on your period which is the worst for us anemic girlies.

"rafe..? are you done yet?"

"no. why?" and he looks next to him and you're tilting over. he'd grab you by your arm so quick to keep you upright (it leaves a bruise that you stare at for the next two weeks). top and kelce are like !!?? and her rafe's like 'it's because she doesn't take her fuckin' supplements."

i also feel like he's the type to force you to drink green juices WITH PULP since its good for iron and vitamins. he would drink it with you but he chugs and you're a sipper so you still have a whole glass when he's done.

whining like "rafe i cannot drink this. ew."

"drink it or i'll give you a real reason to pass out."

[starhunter21]

You know who’s gonna be born again? Me. I am. And I’ll never be able to be normal again. So my advanced apologies for the person I’m going to become.

[go6jo]

personally suguru is very no shirt + plaid pajama pants to me idk. when hes out of the shower and his towel is around his neck and his hair is damp and spilling down his shoulders and back, still a little clumpy when he squeezes it with his towel, his pajama pants low on his hips... then he gives u a little smile like ":) fancy seeing you here" when he runs into u post-shower at the common area by the dorms (he forgot his claw clip there) (but not really bc satoru told him you'd be studying late there so he came anyway)

( — soda bottle anon )

and he'd look so good, too. suguru is confident in his body, all sharp edges and well defined lines as if he were carved directly from stone, a statue of mars, the god of war himself, owning the scars on his chest and showing his chiseled muscles from years spent practicing and, consequently, exceeding at the martial arts, a self-made master of combat. the water droplets get caught in every crevice of his body, lingering on the dip of his collarbones then tracing a path down to his toned abdomen, slowing down as they outline every curve of his abs, down his v-line and hipbones.

anyone who looked at him right now, leaning against the doorway would've been enthralled by the sight, a godlike figure standing upright in all of his glory - mars, the god of war but also virility and sex. anyone would've readily fallen at his knees, eager to worship him but you barely even spare him a glance as you mumble a quiet hello with your nose still stuck in between the pages of your textbook.

suguru is hardly upset by your distractedness, or the lack thereof, he hadn't expected you to fall for such a cheap trick, he knows you, knows you're better than to care for such superficialities. you barely so much as bat an eye when you're both sat on the couch on movie night and he lifts his shirt over his head to tug it off of him when he mumbles something about how you're room feels like a furnace in the summer. and you show absolutely no inhibitions when the shirt he's wearing during practice is doing an awful job at concealing his body underneath it as it clings to his sweaty torso like a second skin, he tells you to not hold back and you don't. he thinks you always look entirely too tempting, chest heaving in the aftermath of your little rendezvouz, beads of sweat falling down your body and little pants escaping your parted lips. and it's all his doing. he does, however, feel your damp skin grow hotter when he slings an innocent arm over your shoulder, singing words of praise about how proud he is of you. and he means it. everytime. he thinks it's alluring really, how much more confident you've grown with each practice. you're strong and stubborn and there's always a smug smile that forces it's way to his face when you've got him with his back against the ground, looking down at him with a glare akin to that of a predator, as if you're about to devour him. he wouldn't mind it if you did. he feels you shiver under his touch when he brings your feet to rest over his lap, your body splayed out on the couch as he kneads on the sore muscles of your legs, soothing any pains you might've had, lifting both of your legs up to his lips, one at a time, to press a feather-light kiss to your slightly scraped knees. he knows what gets you going, knows the way to your heart is though lingering touches and attentive gestures, quiet words who are meant just for you whispered to your ear.

so, instead, suguru walks up to you, drying his hair on the towel wrapped around his neck and stopping once he finds himself standing behind the chair that you're sitting on, his body hovering over yours as he peeks above your head into the book you're reading "anything i can help with?"

you tilt your head backwards to stare up at him, eyes meeting his at last. “if anything, i think you might be more of a distraction when you’re dressed like that” and he would've thought that he might've had some effect on you if it weren't for the chaste smile that you cast him, not a hint of provocation in your voice either, just a light hearted joke.

he inches closer to you, reaching an arm over your shoulder to trace his index finger under the many words written on the page, eyes scanning over each paragraph as his other hand holds his hair up to prevent any water from getting on your book. he squints his eyes a little to focus on the tiny letters on the paper and you remain staring at him, a fond smile on your face as he looks so adamant on understanding the subject you're reading on. your cheeks grow warmer at how he's behaving so casually within such close proximity, as if being this close to you just feels right, familiar even. though you're just friends, intimacy comes so naturally to both of you, you should've been accustomed to it by now but everything always feels new with him, exciting.

and when his eyes shift to meet yours with a smile, you shouldn't feel the way you do, not towards a friend, anyway.

"have you, by any chance, seen my hair clip laying around somewhere" the pads of his thumbs sooth over the darkening skin under your eyes and you close your lids at the tenderness of his touch.

"oh-" you take a moment to think and your eyes widen in realization as you look down again to show him the claw clip that has been keeping your hair in place this entire time. "you can take it"

but he just pats your head once, beckoning you to lift it up "its alright." he retreats and the comforting smell of honey and star anise starts to fade away the further away he goes. your shoulders sulk instantly. “you can drop by my room when you no longer need it.”

and you're not immune to the way his voice deepens ever so slightly, his words strangely seductive as they leave his lips, body growing warmer at the prospect of what those words could've meant were you two in a different situation. you're also not entirely indifferent to the way the muscles of his back stretch under the layer of his pale, delicate yet tough skin as he finishes drying his air with a towel. you wonder what his muscles would feel like under your hands as you smooth them down his back, you imagine he would shiver when the tips of your finger brush against a sensitive spot then he'd let out the quietest of moans as you massage the soreness away. you want to feel him under you. feel his every dip, every ridge on his body. but you think that's too much to ask of a friend, you dwell on the thought that, if you were lucky enough, later tonight, when you meet him at least, you'll get to indulge in sight of him a little more.

[kulai]

based on this fic on ao3. ch11 had me holding my breath cause the tension.. . ... .?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! GODDAM

closeups below!