#Anyway!

[sevensrandomshit]

Y'ALL these tags could not be more accurate!! MAKE THE MAGIC YOU WANT TO FEEL.

[hotdogmchiggin]

the Horrors probably could’ve been avoided if they just tried the Medicine Drug

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

secrets of farming (1863) - john w. large

"yeowch augh taking damage ough eurgh"

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about older bf!simon that takes great pride in being your built in pain relief.

“you right?”

delicate as always, gruff voice cutting through the peaceful lull as he stands right in the way of the television you were only really listening to.

“just a headache”

“you taken anything for it?”

you slowly open one eye as far as you can manage, confirming that the look on his face is endearing and he’s not purposefully asking stupid fucking questions.

he’s only man after all.

“i’ll give y’one if y’like?”

before you even have a chance to ask him what “one” might be in this scenario, he’s already nudging you up the couch to sit beside you.

he doesn’t give you the chance to ask any questions, really- not when he’s tucking your back into his side and slipping a large hand down your front.

long fingers slide your shorts to the side and immediately get to work, other hand holding your thighs open (more for his line of sight than anything).

“simon- you don’t have-”

“none a’that, rest y’head and i’ll take care a’ya”

[mentallyillmindmeld]

^an important addition

WHYS HE GOT THE ENTIRE ENTERPRISE BACK THERE

[barghest-land]

Where the tired come to rest, and the famished come to feed - lavishly. Go on. Partake. Enjoy your supper. After all… It might just be your last.

[madootles]

the two seater couch from mag 175 has seen better days

[himejoshiangels]

the thing abt duke thomas is that he is a genius truly gifted kid who had a promising albeit average future ahead of him until tragedy struck and took his parents from him. then all the energy he has diverts and he blocks everything else out and dedicates himself to finding them and also being a huge problem for anyone who'd try to obscure that.

like #1 most underrated thing abt his character is that he is, by definition, a "retired crash out". after age 14 he had no friends, shit grades, was getting into fights so often he was being kicked out of schools AND foster homes. it truly was self made vigilatism and the power of friendship that saved him from tunnel-visioning into an early grave.

ALL THIS TO SAY my favorite thing abt duke thomas pre batman and the signal (hell even during the comic) is how much of an unapologetic asshole he is to everyone indiscriminately in a bad way. He was kind but lil bro was NOT nice. he was selfish and a dickhead even to ppl who cared and were really trying to help him. I really like to think that him getting past that wasn't dc neutering him but the active choice to get better after he finally found a solid support system. that being said, he most definitely code switches and has to CONSISTENTLY hold back from poppin bitches in they mouthes bcs hes past that! he's in his healing arc! <as he'd say.

[rylous]

wait so apparently some people get mad if someone else writes fanfiction based on headcanons they shared on tumblr??? so now i got to ask

[mrsnaildood]

Beanpole Brothers

[catbolt]

"Is this really where you should be putting in all your effort?" Sylus says, chuckling as you carefully apply a clay mask to his face. "Shhh, you're going to mess me up," you chide softly, tilting his head left and right by the chin as you slowly and evenly brush on the mask.

He rests his hands on your hips as you sit straddling his lap, tapping a rhythm with his fingers like he's playing piano. The leisurely, even strokes of the brush against his skin is soothing to both of you, and you finish up the application in silence, the world fading away as you methodically fill in in the sharp contours and gentle slopes of his face. Once finished, you sit back on his thighs to admire your work. He smirks slightly, causing the mask to crack a little around his mouth. "Well? How do I look?"

"Like an art piece," you laugh, setting the brush on the edge of the sink. He squeezes your hips affectionately at that, his scarlet eyes glimmering with mirth as he keeps you balanced in place. "Mmm. Are you my little Michelangelo, then?" he rumbles.

"Yes, and you look like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Now let me go," you pout. "I even bought cucumber at the store yesterday to cut up as the final part of your spa treatment."

Sylus snorts in protest but relents, his hands slipping off your hips to cross leisurely over his chest. "Are my dark circles that bad?"

He leans back slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards as he watches you hurry around the kitchen, dutifully cutting the chilled cucumber into fine slices.

It's silly being pampered like this, but he indulges you. Even now, with these small, sweet gestures, you pull him out of his comfort zone and make him see things differently. Today, you make him feel like something delicate, something cherished— a feeling that he's found himself getting used to.

"If you were also an art piece," he murmurs, more to himself than anything, though he knows you can hear him through the open door. "Then whoever created you... must have loved you dearly."

He smirks as you make a barfing gesture at him from the kitchen.

[boarloved-art]

to the anon that said only wangxian kissing could cure their ailments.........thank u for providing me the perfect excuse to Not To My Dissertation

[livingasaghost]

i hate you

you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs because obviously someone could never look at me like you do. nobody could SEE ME the way you do. nobody else would dare to step into a viper pit on the off chance that it might protect me because nobody else has ever considered that i’m a real person. and that means you cannot be real. because there isn’t a single person who would try to protect me. i’m the only person who can save myself and i haven’t wanted to save myself in a very long time. i cannot be saved. but then i saw you standing there with auburn hair and blue eyes… jesus christ you cannot be real. because you are a terrified runaway and now you’re telling me that instead of running away like i told you to, instead of letting me take the fall like i expected to, you somehow ran directly into danger for ME? unreal unreal unreal you are a hallucination and a pipe dream because you’re saying things nobody has ever said to me and there is a catch in your voice that i’ve never heard before and it’s all because you were worried about me and it makes me sick because nobody should ever make you feel that way, least of all me. i see every piece of myself and my pain directed back at me, reflected in the ocean of your eyes and it makes me want to burn down the world, it makes me want to destroy myself, and yet you keep telling me that i deserve to live. you see me and you won’t let me tear myself apart but you don’t see that in offering yourself up to be slaughtered you are ripping me to shreds. you cannot be real. you cannot exist. and yet here you are, standing in front of me, bruised and bandaged and more alive than you’ve ever been. and i’m so terrified to want any piece of that because it’s impossible. you’re impossible. you don’t listen. you won’t back down when i tell you i’m not worth it. you’re a dream. you’re all the hopes i threw away when i was a child. you’re not my savior. i wish you would save me. i wish you could. i’m terrified that if i look at you too long, you will.

i hate you.

[stormypip7]

the *other* part! i felt the need to draw this one too, considering the events of the latest episode...

(for @cherrifire 's dtiys! again)

/also, small thing; you can see where i messed up a bit on grian's face (that's just the downside of using biros to draw with)

[kalofi]

middle school