#2021 favorites

[spookyclookykinz]

happy transgender day of visibility!

[fukutomichi]

The Rings of Power Cast Watchlist ➤ Theme: 📜 Period/Historical 📜 Benediction (2021) directed by Terence Davies Jack Lowden as Siegfried Sassoon

[gunsatthaphan]

03/09/1998 - happy birthday to the king, the legend, the light of my life (and the actor that he is) 🥺

~ ⋆˙⟡ ♡˙⟡ ✨🫶🏻💘🫳🏻🐈‍⬛🍊⋆˙⟡ ♡˙⟡ ~

[97-liners]

svt x screenshots of despair [4/?]

[chrisrin]

i love ctm'ing here's some of the outfit variants i've been drawing for the different maps i'm playing with different friends <33

and here's a bunch of older doodles of me and mel ctm'ing that i drew back in like, early 2023?

also if you CARE AT ALL. about my LOVE OF MINECRAFT CTM MAPS. here's my tierlist of the one's i've played:

(i'm working on calamity canyon rn)

[willabee]

:p

[leavingautumn13]

ham-to-ham combat

[i have commissions open now]

[mister-sol]

more jayvik sketches. in this one viktor has cat ears because I said so

[jollyscribbles]

we'll be there

[h20milk]

more various blurbs 2021 edition

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

love on tour live album where are you......... adore you vocal riff.... cinema loud ass brass section... sexy electric guitar in golden.... stockholm syndrome hslot edition..... lights up (extended)..... heavy drums during satellite... wmyb adhd version... sott note change.... fine line..live........ kiwi balls to the wall hard rock intro..... i need u

[figgiun]

steve the terrible and his son the wolf

[fukutomichi]

Dark Corners (2021) directed by Richard Parry Sam Hazeldine as Jack Strachan

[tamorii]

"Excuse me, you've dropped this!"

[cykoscandycane]

i had an idea. then my hand slipped

close ups!,,,,

pls appreciate the matching blohsh necklaces and their shoes ^^

[kissproof]

❦... A LITTLE LESS LONELY

SUMMARY: attemping to get ace to stay in for the night...

WARNINGS: heavily suggestive themes , fem!reader , needy!reader , dirty talk , implied sex

it's so hot in your house. hot in the hallway, hot in your bedroom, rising so much that the whole house was dark in hopes of fighting it with sleep, and despite all that ace quietly laces up his shoes in what he could make of the soft yellow lamplight of your little bedroom.

"ace,” you sigh, sleepily.

he hums. but doesn't look at you as you approach him from behind. he’s barred you from any attempt at hypnosis with the back of his head because of this game you love to play.

"won't you stay in with me?"

the mattress, beneath your sweetly cleaned bedsheets, dips and levels under your palms, your bended knees. and the hem of your plain nightgown hikes up and licks your thighs. your mother, the one who churched on sunday and prayed every other would cry if she took one look at the way you pedestaled, deified, and laid your love on this man. ace was a downright terror to castle rock. clearly, your understanding was much different.

"nah. i gotta go."

your arms bend around his level shoulders. you hold his body, musky with sweat that glistens off his skin and into yours; on your quiet chest like a wreath. "you always gotta go... i never know what you're doin' out there"

"it's none of your business,” he counters, quietly, slow enough to where you could hear him. he only has a bone to pick with you when you try to set him straight. your kisses find his neck. you smile against him. "why?” you pry, coyly. “you doin' bad things?"

ace twitches and turns his head, near kissing you. "what’re you buggin' me for?"

but you don’t respond. you glance at his lips, his face still so close to you, and it melts you more than this late summer heat. when he turns away, you own your breath again, but you continue to drape yourself on him. forehead, nose, then cheek curl along his back.

"i just can't understand why you wanna ride in that silly little car all night..." you mutter like a child, and he pauses before bringing himself close to you again, his nose and hair teasing your face.

“wasn’t so silly when i had your face pressed against my windows, whinin’ and squealin.’” you had him. you can hear it in the sudden gain in his breath. “what’s in it for me?” he presses, calmly. “hm?”

"anything,” you reply with a floating hitch in your throat.

"anything?” he taunts.

he could see by the rouse in your face, your delicate parted lips, hooded eyes, strands of your hair sticking to the wet sides of your glistening neck, that he had all the permission he needed to have his merry way with you.

"c'mon then.”