#HE SOUNDS HOT IDK

[jackstheprinceofhearts]

am i the only one DYING to know who the hell aurora brought out of the tree because HUH and i just know it had something to do with what jacks wrote!!!

THAT DUDE WAS SO FINE SOUNDING IDK LIKE THE WAY HE WAS DESCRIBED??? TREE MAN??? I MUST KNOW WHO TREE MAN IS

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

[feinv]

oh my god. filming a tape with constantine would be CRAZY 😵‍💫😵‍💫 during that he forces the reader to look at the cam while pounding into her relentlessly just to capture her pretty fucked face..☺️also he would look occasionally at the camera smirking and in the end he save the tape as memento to remember the reader by when she’s away he’s so sentimental like that 🥰

-constantine’s babygirl 🪽.

john constantine x f!reader. filming a sextape.

he would plow into you with a steady rhythm, his cock filling you up so good you can’t stop your loud moans from reaching the surface, and especially since you know you are being recorded, the blood rushes to your cheeks, making you cover your face with your hands at the nervousness and a little bit of embarrassment.

“don’t get shy on me now,” he grunts, his free hand dragging your both wrists away and pinning them on your stomach, where you swore you could feel him during particularly deep thrusts. “let me see that pretty face.”

totally points the camera towards his head when he leans down to kiss you, your fingers running through his hair as he groans into your mouth. he LOVES making out with you with your lips moving in unison before he gets aggressive and desperate and starts literally devouring you with his tongue exploring your mouth. leaving you breathless gasping for the air with your lips red and plump is so cinematic to him i’m so fr right now.

he would then turn the camera at such angle that both of your bodies would be in it, to kind of show it’s him who is making you feel that way, all senses fucked into oblivion. honestly he is always going back and forth with the angles but when he knows you are about to cum he holds it in a way that every mimic of your face can be clearly seen cuz he is like. actually hypnotized by the scenery in front of him. you are soo beautiful to him but he thinks you look like a literal goddess when you got euphoria pulsing through your veins.

bonus!! he also takes polaroids of you either in a cute lingerie or completely naked and collects them like cute little trophies, but he always carries one of those in his wallet, and occasionally looks at it during particularly hard cases to kind of remind himself that he has to get through it because he has the most gorgeous looking girl waiting for him <3

[khihi]

sometimes i remember that joker out during esc tried to push some romance between bojan and noa kirel as a marketing ploy only for bojan to end up in a silly little will they won't they b/romance with a man who wears a bowl cut unironically and everybody ate it up and loved it. and then i get a little happier

oh my god yeah... i completely forgot about that whole thing 💀 it was a little with blanca paloma too i think but yeah mostly kirel lmao

they tried to push the heterosexual narrative but there was really nothing that could even come close to the genuine chemistry Bojan and Jere (and the rest of JO) had and i think that's beautiful 💕

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

being plural/being a system is really nice, i love us

[romance-rambles]

modern clarence | an appropriate staring distance

While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.

1.2k, fluff + established relationship, reader is mc, series: none

NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.

Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.

You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.

Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.

Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.

Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..

You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.

But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.

If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.

A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.

With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.

There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.

You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.

The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.

With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.

At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.

Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.

A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.

Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.

He's perfect.

You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.

It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?

You scrunch your nose up at the thought.

In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.

"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.

That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.

Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.

"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."

You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"

For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.

"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.

You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.

"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."

Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.

Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.

It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.

"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.

"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"

He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Where I've been for the past little bit:

[thatstheproblemwithnapkinman]

i was having a conversation with someone and brought up i like dc comics so they asked me who my favourite character was and when i said nightwing they responded with

"he's too good for me tbh, he's a great character but a boy scout, why i like batman because he certainly isn't"

and i didn't know how to respond...

[kazuaru]

I'm "playing" skyrim.

[beetlehoven]

I will NOT be listening to the next ep now that my fav Herr Vogel is gone. Absolutely unlistenable. Vogel carried. I am now boycotting. will miss you Herr Vogel fly high (in the rafters)

[sunugf]

not a sunwoo edit of him saying shibal going viral on tt again, you guys come back when you actually care about the boyz and aren't being babies about someone swearing ....

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Okay Girlies I need you all to answer this one question for me. I haven't played through Karamelle or Novus yet and I've only seen and heard snippets of Dasein so I don't know all that much ahout him. Reblog/tag why y'all want to fuck him- I mean marry him (or just something you really like about him)

[httpfr3shlyrtten]

I am NOT. A fashion clothes designer. This is very lazy i apologize but I rather snap my neck than have tord wear a fucking hoodie and a coat over it w flashy colors. No. Not my girl.

[baby-xemnas]

crazy talk 🐯🐻❄️

(on appearances)

i don't point out that bepo is silly and awkward and his voice is shrill and he's so unserious and baby JUST to say that i hold no delusions about that (but that is one reason because Yes all that is so opposite of sexy But despite that - yes seriously with a bear)

other reason is that their difference is lawbepo's most obvious charm point

i love that law - the weird and unfriendly? yes of course - but he is hot enough to have that overlooked. he turns dark and mysterious - And thats the thing!!

him being in relationship with bepo really grounds him? it really makes law so human that he has an unusual taste like that

it's like finding out your godlike celeb crush's long time wife/husband is not that attractive

and that thing is soooooo fun to me

mentioned many times i didnt care much abt law n even before i fell into the ship full throttle thought his hug with bepo on zou is his best moment (and im not the only one who loves that softer side that we discovered after that moment - nvm that hug is not treated as romantic sadly but we will disregard that)

bepo really does law so good by just being next to him and it doesnt make sense but it DOES. and them being involved TO ME fleshes out law more. yes bitches. no he wont tell you

[boxwinebaddie]

i feel like i’ve written some version of divorce era kyle describing how frightening looking at a stan he thinks HATES him is like A Million Times, but i feel like i can never articulate the quiet mounting Horror quite right, but this is the one i like the best thus far, i think? xx

[eddie-rifff]

lol. im gonna be ruminating about my interaction w bill bruford in the hotel for the rest of my life. he was clearly like not expecting a fan to approach him then and there but he was also trying to be cordial and normal despite me probably looking like i had just witnessed a tragic event or something. we exchanged a few words n then he was like "ya so we're heading up to manhattan now" just like making small talk and i was so intimidated and starstruck i dont even remember what i said LOL i think it was pretty normal but i wanted to ask him something (if the weird modulated voice on back to the beginning is him tho im pretty sure it is but id like confirmation) and get a pic but. i was unable to do so on account of the being absolutely petrified. anyway props to bill for trying to be normal to me when i was probably visibly trembling