#. AW .

[lunian]

I'm getting violent about the fact that I missed these interactions with Dorian in the first playthrough

you and me, Harding, you and me...

[mixed-mercenaries]

"What changed."

Scout is a bit more scatter brained than usual, he does what needs to be but his focus is off. He's not exactly thrilled to be working with Metzger, but hasn't said anything out of pocket...yet.

The doctor has been entirely silent so far, paying attention only to his work, save for a few glances every now and then.

[t-hirstreview]

[trekfacility]

love ds9 out of context

[important-animal-images]

[lacquerheadd]

say cheeeeeese!! ~

[stumpanator]

silly little fellas dancing

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part nine

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Steve goes through the next two periods in a haze.

Eddie knows. He has to know. 

He’s never looked in Steve’s direction like that before. Sure, Eddie has been known to heckle their table from time to time, but this wasn’t that. 

By the time Steve is supposed to head to art class, he’s only managed to work himself up even more. He’s walking in the complete opposite direction of the classroom and towards the front doors when someone grabs him by the arm. 

Steve flinches but Carol doesn’t seem to notice. 

“It’s this way, dumbass.”

Steve can’t speak. He can’t think of an excuse as to why he can’t go in there. 

His ears ring as she pulls him down the hall. When they breach the doorway, Steve keeps his eyes down. 

He only hopes that if Eddie wants to confront him, he doesn’t do it so publicly. He takes a shaky breath and sits straighter. Time to face the music.

When he looks to his left, though, Eddie is his usual self. He’s bent over the table, hair falling over his face in a curtain as he draws something on the surface.

Steve can faintly hear the boy murmuring about the last drawing he’d left there. Slain by the caretaker of the grounds. Fret not, Smaug, your memory will live on.

Or something.

Steve stares. He can’t help himself. Like, what the fuck. 

Eddie sits up abruptly and Steve has to force himself not to jump in surprise. The boy shoots him a sharp grin when he catches him watching before placing his pencil between his teeth to reach above his head and wrap his hair up.

It’s one of the things that first caught Steve’s attention about Eddie. 

Steve’s gaze follows the movement now, too. He watches as Eddie twists his hair up and freezes. 

Eddie isn't wearing the ring anymore. 

Steve looks away, facing the front of the room. He blinks back tears. 

This is fine. Good, even - Eddie didn’t acknowledge it publicly. He knows it’s Steve, and he doesn’t want him to keep writing, but he isn’t exposing him. 

It’s fine.

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[iloveabortions]

Comme des Garçons Autumn/Winter (2002-2003)

[caats]

[domesticatedmeatpig]

[not-rab]

James: Can I get a waffle?

Sirius and Remus: *aggressively yelling/making out with each other*

James: Can I PLEASE get a waffle?

[makethemhoesmad]

fuck the hurt right outta you

hahahahahahahaha i got bored and have a headache

read at ur own risque.

bbg @lucespeaks was an advocate

—

my head had been pounding all. day. long. i don’t remember why, i just know that all i want to do is lay facedown in my bed, in silence.

obviously, that didn’t last very long. 

“ugh, paige, get off, my head hurts so bad”

hearing the obvious annoyance and pain in my voice, paige rolls off of me and takes my face into her hands.

“are you hurting baby, hmmm?” i shiver at her words, nodding, then wincing.

“want me to take your mind off of it for a while? give you a break?” i whimper in agreement, allowing her to slowly inch her hands under my shirt. i feel the tips of her long fingers ghost my nipples, prompting me to pull her down against my body, so i can rotate my hips against her rock hard stomach. she giggles at me while she pulls my shirt off, lapping at my tits while fumbling with the waistband of my sweats.

“how’re you doin up there ma? head still hurt?” i can barely comprehend the words she’s saying, and she hasn’t even been near my pussy yet. scratch that. my back arches completely off the bed as she flicks her tongue on my clit.

“yeah, that’s right, cmon baby.” 

i grind down on her face, her words vibrating through me. i feel tears starting to leak from my eyes, and droll drip from my open mouth. i whine loudly as paige draws an orgasm from me with only her tongue.

“such a good girl, drooling for me even when you don’t feel good” paige tells me while she crawls up my body and pulls me close to her, my skin to her clothes. i tug at them, prompting her to discard the sweats and t-shirt. she does so, then lays down so we are face to face. 

“well baby?” she says, looking at me expectantly.

“well what,” i reply. the only thing i can think about right now is her tits pressing against mine, and the way her tongue darts out of her mouth to wet her lips.

“how’s your headache feeling darling? did i fuck the hurt right outta you?” i moan again at her vulgar words. i’d go again, but the crease between her neck and shoulder is a little too warm to pass up right now. she says something else, but i don’t hear. she really did fuck it out of me.

[zegalba]

Julius 7 autumn/winter 2024

[incomescrane]

“So will you please show me your real face Draw the line in the horizon 'Cause I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought”— Poets of the Fall, War

[lacquerheadd]

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