#those fucking thighs!!!

[asgardswinter]

Soap built like a brick shithouse

[fighting-naturalist]

Many giggles behind the scenes of season 7 (I think)

(apologies for gif quality, source material apparently filmed with a brick 😂)

[lynlee494]

Well damn, stuckygirl, tell me how you really feel.

I deleted the first comment and they took the time to add a second immediately so I guess I'll leave it till they get bored.

I don't get it, why is it so hard to just keep scrolling or stick to the Stucky pairings. The filter has "Exclude" for a reason. I like to pair Bucky with several different people in what I read and what I write.

Bucky/Venom is something you need to know about if you don't, just saying...

Well if anyone needs me I'm gonna go throw some shield into the mix and find some WinterIronShield / Stuckony to read while I kinda cry a little.

Wonder what it is called if Clint piles in...research may be needed...

[wwerhea]

# cause of death: mami manspreading

[justlooking-4-something]

[ex0rin]

Hughie + Pink Robe | The Boys S03E06: Herogasm

BONUS: we were robbed of more full body shots and clear heavy breathing, chest heaving closeups

[grubloved]

inaugural cookbook club massive success and so fucking tasty as hell. we did a menu from Company by Amy Thielen to kick things off with some freestyled additions and edits.

i made infused olive oil sourdough focaccia; lavender made crispy smashed chicken thighs w/ gin and sage jus. our friends made and brought a cabbage and potato matafans; bacon-fat roasted herb salad cauliflower; a cheese spread w/ whipped hot honey roast walnut goat cheese, manchego, another goat cheese i dont remember, and white aged cheddar; a grapefruit, pear, and thyme fizz and a lemoncello thyme spritz i didn't get pictures of; a fucking gorgeous patis du quercy; and honey pistachio brown butter custard ice cream.

[saturnsorbits]

Bakugo Katsuki curves better than your favourite porn star and that’s why we peg him girlies…

[yabakuboi]

Eddie only just was able to get the barman's permission to perform this night, and glad he is for it, as his pockets have weighed lighter than ever before in his life. He'd be pleased to find pay in a tankard or loaf tonight, anything to fill his aching belly.

But he's lucky as the men and women here seem to be in high spirits. The land has long been in war since the king's death, rotten bastard he may have been. Eddie hadn't been sad to see him go, but the chaos that followed had ruined the smallfolk in consequence since their coward prince had fled the scene of his crime. The king had been cruel, but still he'd been their king, and the common people spit on the prince's name still, even when some new royal's been crowned and brought peace with him.

And that kind of ire is what feeds Eddie on nights like this.

"Kingslayer, kingslayer, little Prince Steven has run," he sings, bawdy and loud as the crowd of men around him sing along. "Run up the hills and past the sun, took our king Phillip and gutted him plain, our kingslayer Prince Steven, a coward more than a maid!"

They sing along with him, hooting and hollering all to the end of it, and pay him in copper coins and ale that Eddie takes happily, slurping it down as he rests by the fire.

It's then he sees the table in the corner, the cloaked figures surrounding it, and the woman glaring daggers at him. But more interesting than that is the most beautiful man Eddie's ever seen, smiling at him wearily, eyes bright and interested and a little sad. Eddie's got no fear of a quick tumble with dangerous men, so he takes his gittern and his ale and makes his way quickly to them.

"Fair night, weary travelers," Eddie crows as he wiggles himself between the woman and the beautiful man. "What brings you so far out from the capitol?"

The lot of them regard him with mixed interest, the older man not even looking up and a girl with firey hair treating him with a sign of boredom.

"What business is yours to know, bard?" she says, already turning her nose off to watch the rowdy tavern beyond their table.

"None at all," Eddie says, leaning into the man beside him, slinging an arm over his broad shoulder to feel the heat of him beneath his cloak. "I'm here to do nothing but entertain tonight, and I fear I've bored your table to tears! I do take requests you know, for the right coin."

This he says to the man under his arm, leaning in closer to get a good look at those pretty brown eyes in the dim light of the fire.

"We have no coin for you, sot," says the woman beside them, ire evident in her tone. "Be gone with you—"

"No coin, that's true," says Eddie's beautiful man. He smiles at Eddie now, pearly teeth and pretty lips, and Eddie would sing him any song for nothing more than to keep those eyes on him. "You'll have to forgive us, we're not good company I'm afraid."

"Richer company wouldn't be as sweet as yours, dove," Eddie tells him, watching the pink of his cheeks darken.

There's a gagging sound from across the table, and its then that Eddie realizes he's in the company of striplings. Two girls in men's clothes, both of them are young in the face and barely past their majorities. Yet still they are travel-worn, all five of them: the two girls, the woman and the dour man, and the beautiful budde under Eddie's arm.

Chuckling, he says to Eddie, "A wag you are, bard, with such empty words. Do you flirt so with all poor men you find?"

"None are poorer than me, sweeting, and none are more enchanting than you. It is payment enough just to look at you, and I would sing for an age and fill my empty stomach with just your smile, or your taste if you'd grant me—"

"Gods damned!" the woman Eddie's other side gusts. "I cannot hear another foul word." She stands then, and the two girls follow, one rolling her eyes and the other giggling quitely. The woman leans past Eddie and hisses into her companion's ear, "Be done with this fool swiftly, or I'll leave you to the wolves."

"You'd never," he says back to her, smiling at Eddie, face flushed pretty and dark even as he speaks.

"Hopper would never," she says tilting her head at the remaining dour man still sitting at the table, deep into his cups and paying no mind to any around them. "But I would sell you for tanner and a duck to the first bidder."

"I'm worth at least an ox," he tells her with a cocky grin, and Eddie might want more than just one tumble with this man. "Find a room and I'll find you when I please to."

She huffs and stomps off, the girls on her heels.

"So," Eddie breathes, leaning even further into this beautiful man, until his voice is a secretive whisper, just for the two of them to hear. "Tell me, sweeting, what shall I call you when I write songs of your beauty to sing across the land, until kings beg me to their courts to recount your grace, your smile and your laugh?"

This man, to Eddie's displeasure, seems to wilt, to grow weary once more, even as he smiles and leans close, his words scarcely a breath against the shell of Eddie's ear.

"If it pleases you, and I'm sure that it won't," he confesses. "You can call me Steven."

[bruciemilf]

I like to think that Battinson almost constantly breaks Talia's back, -- not in a sexy way, but in a " this tiger thinks its a kitten " way. They hug for the first time and he pops her spine

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Those f***ing thighs

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Bonus:

[stevethehairington]

not to be completely horny on main or anything buuuuuut i went to my local usl men's soccer team game tonight and there is this one player who's shorts are like. AT LEAST one to two sizes too small so like they are very tight and very short, and his thighs are INCREDIBLE, like hot damn soccer player legs man. BUT tonight it was RAINY and WET so all the players were slippin and slidin across that turf even more than usual and naturally this made the guy's shorts ride up even more fjksksld so they fully looked like volleyball spandex. aLSO they were the home team so they were wearing their WHITE uniforms in the RAIN and HOBOY. let 👏 me 👏 just 👏 tell 👏 you 👏 i suuuuuure enjoyed the show 🥵🤪🥴

[st-hedge]

what is the lore-crafted headcannoned reason brother nier is wearing that outfit? does he wanna be sexy? does he find it comfortable?

Well u see after many pain staking hours of going thru the side material such as books and comics, trying to find a reason for the obnoxiously salacious yorha outfits… I found the answer. And I believe it is in line with what yoko taro would have wanted

It is as follows: boy hot

Ahem. Glory to humanity etc etc

[justlooking-4-something]

[barzysunflower]

BARZY SIGN OF LIFE!! & on the golf course of course lol

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Edward Whitman

Cry of the Banshee (1970)