#trust me I swear

[seaghosst]

edgy teenage ninjago villians i love you

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[rebelspykatie]

Part 1

Steve kisses him on a Thursday and he takes all the air in the room with him. Eddie doesn’t close his eyes. He’s too shocked to do much of anything, except sit there and let Steve take his face in those big hands and caress a thumb over his cheek while he presses their lips together. Eddie’s pretty sure he doesn’t move at all, glued to his place on the couch, as if time has continued on around him while he’s stuck there.

They’d been passing a joint back and forth, lazily smoking as they watched reruns of some old show that Wayne liked to put on when Eddie was a kid. It’s not soothing now, like it was back then, but is disharmonious in the background, the only sound in the room other than Steve moving against him as Eddie tries to figure out what’s going on.

When Steve finally pulls back, Eddie still doesn’t feel like he’s breathing. He’s able to take in Steve’s expression before his eyes pop open, the pucker of his lips, the shine to them that could possibly be from Eddie’s mouth. He doesn’t know why he didn’t push Steve away, why he didn’t intervene, but instead let Steve have this moment. All while he sat frozen.

The expression shifts once Steve’s eyes open, turning unbearably soft. His smile is sweet and gentle. He’s probably mellowed out from the weed, but his eyes are focused on Eddie. It’s not an expression Eddie’s used to seeing. It’s close to the one he gives the kids when they’re not paying attention, but not quite the same. Steve’s eyes are raking over his face, like he’s trying to memorize the dips and grooves of Eddie’s. He squirms under the scrutiny. 

“Sorry,” Steve finally says, shaking his head a bit, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” 

He’s turned bashful now. Another expression Eddie’s not used to seeing. His Steve is a sarcastic little shit. He argues with the kids, pulls Robin into wrestling matches that he always wins until Robin starts biting, and carries a nailed up baseball bat in his trunk. Nothing about his Steve is bashful. Except, apparently it is. And something turns in Eddie’s gut. 

He’s made some fatal mistake. Took a wrong turn somewhere and now the car is crashing out of control and he doesn’t know how to stop it. He put that expression on Steve’s face and he doesn’t know how to take it back. 

“Uh-how long?” Eddie asks. He’s not sure why that’s what he says. Morbid curiosity, maybe. But now he’s desperate to know. 

Steve’s jaw shifts, contemplating. “Not sure I had it figured it out then, but probably since you held that bottle to my throat.” 

That seems preposterous. Completely illogical. They barely even knew each other back then outside of the passing monikers slapped on them from their respective cliques in high school. There’s no way that Steve’s wanted to kiss him for that long. 

“Took me a while to pick up on the clues,” Steve laughs self-deprecatingly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I’ve never had to interpret what it means coming from a guy, so I think I deserve a pass on not getting it for so long.” 

He’s smiling at Eddie again. Not quite as bashful, more teasing, like he’s anticipating Eddie teasing back. But Eddie is still stuck on the kiss. His brain hasn’t caught up to the words coming out of Steve’s mouth. He doesn’t know what clues Steve even means. 

“I’m not sure what to say, Steve,” he hesitantly says when the silence has gone on a beat too long. 

“You don’t have to say anything. We could put our mouths to better use, though,” Steve says, leaning in with a devious glint in his eyes that Eddie’s only seen in passing, in the halls of Hawkins High when he tried to ignore Steve pressing Nancy into her locker and kissing the daylights out of her where anyone could see. 

Eddie finally snaps out of his haze and puts a hand on Steve’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. It’s the first time he’s made any move to stop this from barreling out of control. 

“Steve,” Eddie’s voice sounds strained to his own ears, “wait.” 

“Sorry, was that too fast?” Steve scoots back on the couch, putting some distance between them, but not backing entirely out of Eddie’s space. “I should’ve asked if that was okay, shit.” Worry creases his forehead.

“I-” Eddie takes a steadying breath, “I don’t understand why you did it at all.” 

“Why I kissed you?” Steve tilts his head to the side, that curious golden retriever look. “Because I like you.” His brows furrow. “I thought that was obvious.” 

“But you like girls.” It comes out more a statement, than a question. And it makes Steve look even more perplexed, the smile dipping, becoming more muted. “I saw you with Nancy, you weren’t faking that. Unless you have, like, Oscar worthy acting skills, but I don’t think you’re capable of that.” 

“I do like girls, but I also like guys.” Steve shrugs, says it so casually like he has the whole world figured out and he’s unbothered by how insane that tidbit is to just drop on your unsuspecting friend, even after you kiss them. “Robin helped me figure it out. It’s called being bisexual.”

“Yeah, I know what it’s called, Steve.” Eddie huffs, frustrated with the direction of this conversation. They’re clearly not on the same page here and he’s not sure if he should just spit it out. 

“Then what’s the problem?” Steve shrinks back into the couch, tension creeping into his shoulders.

“That you think I’d want to kiss you.” Maybe it’s better to just lay it all out on the table. Set the record straight here. Eddie’s beating around the bush too much. 

“Y-you don’t want to kiss me? But you’ve been flirting with me for months.” 

“I flirt with everyone, it doesn’t mean anything.” 

“Oh.” 

And Eddie watches how quickly the light disappears from Steve’s face. How quickly the smile fades and turns into a twisted frown. Steve pinches his nose and stands up. “I guess we were both wrong, then.”

[sapphickx]

looks like it's valentines day in teufort again...

[close-ups under cut]

[the-damnable-fool]

If you work alongside Hispanic immigrants for long enough you will learn zero functional Spanish and many, many swear words.

[viveela]

A style comic I just had to get out of my system

[dominolemon]

So awhile back I drew Sun Wukong as Zorro so I just had to go back and add Elena…..

[longmaxsilvarg]

[livvylubug]

Not murder drones but

[feelo-fick]

doodles from varying times :] kicking my feet and giggling. put your hand in my cage youre safe :]

[ghcstcd]

Artists (this includes writers and crafters) aren't competitors, we're here to support and learn from each other.

[helicidal]

let's watch her die together, shall we?

[arkarti]

Maybe as a little inspo to your Willry post.

Imagine it's Christmas, a party is held at Freddy's and Henry and William both had too much to drink. Their friendly and teasy banter was of course a constant companion throughout the night.

A bit later William goes outside to smoke, getting away from the crowd and all the noise they cause, his head starts to hurt from all the alcohol. Henry of course follows after him.

They continue to tease each other and joke around, their jokes only turning more and more inappropriate as time goes on.

William jokes that if Henry won't shut up that he'll make him. Henry raises his eyebrows and gives William a challenging look. He knows William wouldn't hurt him and since he can be pretty stubborn he also thinks that William won't get him to shut up without some sort of fight.

William looks at Henry, the buzzing feeling of the alcohol running through his system drowning out any ratiknal thoughts he might has as he throws his cigarette into the snow. He steps closer, giving Henry another warning.

The shorter man doesn't take it seriously and with one last jab from Henry's side he suddenly finds himself pinned against the wall, arms above his head, his hands meeting the cold stone. A small, startled noise leaves him that William quickly captures with his lips.

Henry is left stunned for a moment before kissing back.

William let's out a soft groan into the kiss, pleased that Henry is returning the slowly building passion.

He releases Henry's wrists in favour of holding his waist and Henry tangles his fingers in Williams hair, pulling him impossibly closer to his own lips.

Once they break apart both men a breathing heavily. They stare at each other for a moment before William smiles slightly.

"Made you to shut up."

Looking respectfully at this 👀 thanks for the little drabble I'm not immune to a "shut up! - make me" prompt

anyway :3

[lousirs]

hAHA it's real late for me and i'm tired as hell

but an observation: "ugly truth" and "watch me work" have the same bpm. also velvet and lou remind me of one another. kid movie villains that slay way too hard? yes please!

...anyway imma go honk mimimi now.

original meme for the 2nd image under the cut:

[limonnitsa]

hiding in the Undercroft after Avada Kedavra

just imagined how Seb was mentally and physically exhausted when they left the catacomb and all he could do is just clung to Ida's hand when he fell asleep, so that at least something could hold him mentally

meanwhile Ida felt too much during all that time to that moment so she couldn't process her emotions considering all the stress she's got

she didn't even paid attention to burned scar on her face she has got from Solomon's fire whirlwind

[dancinghannigram]

booker, the bravest raccoon of them all !! im fairly certain this wasn't how the scene was described but it was what i imagined and i had to draw them !