#what of it !

[pineflowerart]

Never look back Aventurine

Too much to gamble

[strange-aeons]

Pray to the internet gods that my sponsor approves her today!! I WANT TO SHOW HER TO YOU SO BAD!!!!!!

[incoherent-orca]

nothing important after all

*read from left to right

**image descriptions under the cut

[image description: a short comic of Suletta Mercury and Miorine Rembran from the anime Gundam: the Witch From Mercury. image 1 shows Miorine looking at her phone in confusion and then smiling smugly at it in the next panel. she is then shown getting up out of bed, and ends up at a door, calling for Suletta excitedly to tell her what she found. her dialogue reads: "Suletta, look! we won!" the rest of her dialogue becomes gibberish scribbles. image 2 shows Suletta's hands transplanting a tomato plant with a gardening spade, and a closeup of her face from the nose up, eyes wide as she notices Miorine. image 3 is simply of Suletta kneeling in a tomato garden, spade in hand, backlit by the warm yellow light of the sun. she says: "what did we win, Ms. Miorine?". the 4th and last image is two panels of Miorine from the shoulders up, leaning against the doorframe. at first her mouth is slightly open and she appears surprised or awed. in the second panel her eyes and mouth flatten a into a soft, tender smile at Suletta. below her, their dialogue continues. Miorine: "Ah... it was nothing." Suletta: "Eh? But you were so excited! I want to know why my wife made such a cute face <3". Miorine: "I wasn't—! It's just a silly poll, nevermind." The remaining dialogue from Suletta is gibberish/scribbles. end ID]

[beverageartblog]

sultry ubnny

without leggings beneath the cut 😳

[charybdiaa]

and what if the elderly twink boy could bust a cap in ur ass. what then

[sabellart]

Eli really deserves a smoke break

[etherealriver]

Ronan: I don't like women.

Gansey: *glances nervously at Blue* Ronan, you can't just say things like-"

Blue, exasperated: For God's sake, Gansey, he's not sexist, he's gay.

[oneleggedgiraffe]

[Another apathetic Epitaph] [I think my marble heart is gonna break in half]

(100 epitaphs - ferry)

[groovygrub]

[gen-is-gone]

ok leaving all the rest of the episode aside, I will say that was the most romantic Doctor/TARDIS kiss we've had in the franchise's history, and I'm including that time the TARDIS was played by a real human woman

[wisteriagoesvroom]

"i am not seeing the landoscar vision this year–" bro imma stop you there. was rome built in a day. are we or are we not collectively insane enough to ship whatever we want. other fandom ships have literally been pieced together with twigs. powered by fumes. launched via the tiniest scraps of barest interaction in canon. you do not need more acorns to last the cold season, we in fact have a store of them right under the trapdoor here and the party is still going. you must believe in the power of your imagination, of your delusion, if you are to last this winter season of (dis)content. you must light your candles and believe. we defy the odds that are stacked against us (FIA said no more mclaren unboxed). for one day the sun will shine again (mclaren double podium). and we will stand in the blinding light (tumblr dashboard) knowing that we were the few devoted (insane) enough to hold up the banner and cry "ONE NATION UNDER PAPAYA TWINK RPF!"

[xoxoladyaz]

Feeling some Steddie angst hours in this house 🚨🚨🚨

After they kill Vecna, things go back to normal. Well, as normal as they can be. Whatever brief moment of insanity Steve and Nance had ends about as suddenly as it began, and she can’t really meet his eyes once her hand is back in Jonathan’s.

(It’s a blessing when she leaves for Columbia, Jonathan’s beat-up car following right behind her.)

The least normal thing is probably Eddie Munson, or at least whatever Steve’s relationship is with him now. It’s - there’s just something different there, some strange warmth that he feels when he looks at Eddie. And sometimes Steve catches Eddie just looking at him and - well, it gives him that same warm feeling, and maybe that means something? Something that maybe seemed scary before but is nowhere near as scary as Eddie almost bleeding out in Steve’s arms.

He’s in the midst of talking himself up, of figuring out just what he’s going to say to Eddie, when the Munsons announce they’re heading out of town and then leave the next day. Steve’s almost paralyzed with anxiety, but he’s gotta say something, right?

Except Eddie cuts him off at the knees with a weak smile, tells him not to be a stranger, to visit him in the city with his kids and a Winnebago once he’s finally gotten that suburban dream, and then he’s gone.

And Steve doesn’t hear from him again.

To be fair, no one really hears from Eddie; just Dustin, who will chime in that they’ve chatted every once in a while, that Eddie went to LA for a bit and then Seattle and finally settled in Chicago; that he seems to be really happy, but never gives any information beyond that.

And Steve? He packs up his life and follows Robin to college, and when he accompanies her to their first gay bar and sees two metal heads kissing, something inside him snaps and the pair of them end up drunkenly crying in their tiny apartment’s bathroom. But it gets better after that, and two years after their move to Indy, Steve meets Sam.

Sam, who’s got the lightest blonde hair he’s ever seen, cut into a shaggy mullet that perfectly offsets his shiny hazel eyes. He’s got a bright smile and a pierced eyebrow and too many earrings to count and his laugh is loud and joyous and for whatever reason, he likes Steve as much as Steve likes him.

Robin, of course, is ecstatic and takes all the credit for introducing them, which is technically true seeing as she was the one to spill her drink all over Sam before Steve came to the rescue. (Although she then almost ruined everything by throwing up on both of their shoes, so, Steve only lets her gloat so much.)

Three years after that finds Steve and Robin gainfully employer, as teachers of all things, and Vickie finally succeeds in convincing Robin to move in with her, and, well, it only makes sense that Steve and Sam get their own place too because, well, Steve loves him. Loves his ripped jeans and his skateboard and the fact that he’s cheery no matter the time of day, that he wants to have a family probably even more than Steve does and didn’t blink when Steve said he wanted six kids, he only laughed and said “why stop there?” And it may not be exactly what Steve was thinking in that Winnebago all those years ago, but that’s okay, because what he has with Sam? Is way better.

Once Steve and Sam get settled, Sam insists that they have a housewarming party (because Sam makes good money at his tattooing gig, and Steve’s inheritance is nothing to sneeze at, and they’re actually able to get a house, which feels insane but also just right) and invite all of Steve’s kids, who he’s met a few times but never all at once, and Steve is so whipped he says “yes” without a second thought.

(Which he really should have had because Henderson was also living in Chicago now.)

So when Henderson wanders in with Eddie as his plus one, and Sam is nowhere in sight, Steve only gives himself a moment to freak out before walking over to greet Eddie.

“Steeevveeeee Harrington,” Eddie purrs with a toothy grin. “Good to see you man. And good to see you finally getting started on that dream of yours,” he says, slapping Steve on the shoulder. “With Sam, I hear. You two crazy kids getting started on those six kids yet?”

“Uh, not - “

“Not quite yet,” Sam cuts in from behind Steve, wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist and tucking Steve’s head under his chin. “I still want a few more years of this guy all to myself. You must be Eddie,” Sam grins, sticking out his hand. “Good to meet you man. I’ve heard all about you.”

Eddie just stares at Sam. Stares and stares until Dustin kicks him in the shin. “Right. Sam. Sam. Good to meet you, man,” Eddie says, but he looks pale and vaguely sick and if Steve didn’t know from the few times Dustin had slipped up in the past, he’d think Eddie was homophobic (and he knew that wasn’t the case.)

Sam grins. “Well, good to have you here. Steve, babe, Robin wants you in the kitchen, something about the salsa - “

“Oh my God,” Steve groans, and then all thoughts of Eddie are forgotten in his rush to make sure Robin doesn’t actually poison everyone, and then he gets busy greeting people and saying hi and it’s not until well after midnight, when the remaining guests are smoking up with Argyle and Steve is taking out the trash that he remembers Eddie. Or, more accurately, that he bumps into him.

“So. Sam,” Eddie says, smoking a cigarette by the garage, gazing off into the distance. “He’s a good dude. Got shit taste in music, though.”

Steve slams the trash can lid shut a little harder than he needs to. “Dude,” he sighs, and Eddie must hear his exhaustion because he doesn’t say anything else for a while.

“Did you know?”

“About what?”

“About you? Back in ‘86?”

Steve just nods tiredly. “Yeah, man. I did.”

Eddie hums nervously. “And was there someone - “

“Eddie, man, you know there was. You know.”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s laugh sounds broken. “Yeah, I did. Fuck. Fuck.”

And Steve doesn’t know what to say, because what is there to say? He loved Eddie; hell, part of him still loves Eddie. But Eddie ran at the first inkling of there being something between them, and Sam didn’t. He’s never run, not even when Steve gave him so many reasons to. And Steve could tell Eddie that he’s wondered, so many times he’s wondered, what they could have been. If they could be anything.

But Eddie wasn’t there to hold out his hand, and Sam was. Sam is, and that makes all the difference.

Steve claps his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, just like Eddie did when he arrived, and then he heads into his house.

(This time, he’s the one to leave Eddie behind.)

[babooshkart]

save a horse, ride a man who can inspire homicidal tendencies simply by breathing

some capri cowboys for my sweet @nv-md 💕 happy birthday, angel 😘🤠

[magpiesketchins]

As a little Terry Pratchett tribute today I wanted to draw the two fictional men that have inspired me to create more than anything has in a long time.

And also a little tribute to the community surrounding these books that makes me want to share my creations instead of hiding them away. It's meant more than you know.

[aachria]

The Intel and Bounty Division hires people based on three pieces of criteria; can you serve your government, can you serve cunt, and can you betray the Marines the second a funny person with pretty eyes asks you to? If you said yes to all three, this may be the division for you!

Jonah is chronically exhausted and Fergus has Nosy Bitch disease, unfortunately both are terminal. Oh and credit where credit's due, I started using @timxstuff's designs for Jonah's tattoos because they're better than mine on every level.

[uhohdad]

(18+) ABUSE & NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

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König’s Boots planted firmly on either side of your thighs as you kneel before him, sniveling in his commanding presence, his chin pressed to his chest as he stares down at those pretty eyes swelled with fear.

König’s Boots pressed painfully against your sternum, putting just enough pressure on you to make you squeak and squirm as he threatens to crush your ribcage to dust, laughing at your frantic distress.

König’s Boots being polished with your tongue and inadvertently, your tears, his intimidating stature alone enough of a threat to make you follow through with his degrading demands.

König’s Boots grazing against your clit as you cling to a sturdy leg, grinding your soaked cunt against the leather and coating the tops with a sheen of generous arousal. <3

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✧₊⁺ König’s Gloves ✧₊⁺ König’s Belt ✧₊⁺ König’s Teeth