#I love him uggHHH

[ca-8]

Okay okay Comett hear me out...

Dexter with a s/o who is like Raven from the show Titans?

Same back story and Everything.

Let's say that one day during a mission with the Titans something goes wrong and she's transported to the fusionfall universe.

Thanks in advance❤

A body flailed deep through the winds of space and time.

(Y/n) was unconscious, so they couldn't feel screeching light's jagged blades pushing against their chilled skin. Air held no home here, but an impossible storm rages on in between the interstellar threads. Despite light speed dragging them through plane after plane, silence pushed them into a deep and eerily tranquil slumber.

Memories of the last battle rang true even within the resting confinement. Flashes of their and their friend's enemy appeared few and far between; a tall, lanky demon with glowing black symbols covering most of his ruby skin. It was without a doubt that those symbols only belong to the creations of Trigon, a father who so lovingly tries to hunt his child down for the sake of power and will destroy everything else if deemed necessary.

And "necessary" pretty much means if he's bored or in a particularly poor, blood-thirsty mood. So, all the time, basically.

Which was why the winds seemed never-ending, why (Y/n) couldn't sense their friends anywhere near them as they slowly regained consciousness, and why never waking up from spiraling darkness appeared to be better than waking up isolated and alone.

But soon, the winds stopped. The threads of interstellar infinity released them of their grip, and their limbs didn't feel so tight against their body anymore.

Life sprung to their senses — one that was small and wounded toward the inability to stand and breathe. Beast Boy, they thought, but the life's energy didn't quite sync with their friend's energetic and laid-back nature. Still, is that an excuse to ignore a cry for help?

A flash of their father's face blinded them from within the confines of their waking mind. Every inch of their own agonized figure pulsated against their will to move, but a hero's will goes beyond physical capabilities. If their leader was present, he'd confirm it.

Screaming arms and hands were raised, and with bulging, crying eyes glued shut, (Y/n) released a cry; a demand that this cornered prey is to be shielded from its predator. Needles of pain pushed deep into their skin, through the pale patterns of Azarathian runes that curved over the ocean of (s/c), and pricked the surface of their muscle. Their train of thought was already running off the rails, but it wasn't enough. Tilting their head back toward the cornered life, a whisper fell through their lips.

The needles, suddenly enlarged to be as thick as swords, stabbed through them entirely. Before succumbing to the deepest slumber once more, they sensed the wounded prey standing on its own.





"....future..?"

".....impossible........never seen..."

"......how......is....?"

One voice faded in and out, repeatedly. It was like being submerged in a bottomless ocean, and (Y/n) would occasionally near its surface to hear humanity for only a second before getting forced back into the depths of the sea. Although the voice left, the curious and acutely knowledgeable energy never once disappeared.

Which meant that they were kept in a room where they once again battled for consciousness, and the formerly wounded prey was in there with them.

It wasn't long before the voice slowly became clear. "Could it be that the near-collision is creating some sort of rip? Or that the soldier's interference with time and space...?" it said. A male with a Russian-ish accent, from what they could make out, and perhaps one close to their age. They couldn't imagine an adult possessing a voice so high and...squeaky.

Probably better to check before making assumptions. With as few movements as possible, (Y/n) shifted. Something soft and thin moved underneath them along with a harsh texture that covered the top of their body. Their hood was off — in fact, it wasn't on them at all (and whoever made this decision better have a good reason if they want to keep all their limbs intact) — and the back of their head was well cushioned.

So, a bed, and no bondages to keep them held down. For once, their luck was starting to improve. (Y/n) moved their head to the side and slowly opened their eyelids, barely containing a hiss when a bright light burned their retinas. They shut their eyes tight and slowly tried again, and when they finally got used to the too-well-lit environment, their sights instantly landed on the prey.

Strange, no wonder they first thought he was Beast Boy. He was definitely under the average height, and if it weren't for the fact his skin was humanely pale and his hair shimmered with a bright orange, they would have mistaken him for their shape-shifting friend. However, this boy appeared as powerless as any other human.

He turned, and as soon as the narrowed ocean behind his eyes met with the glowering (e/c) of (Y/n)'s own, he was instantly startled out of his strict demeanor. The clipboard fell right from his gloved hands and hit the clean tiled floor, and his thick glass almost went right along with it.

"O-Oh! You are awake!" he exclaimed.

"Hope I didn't interrupt your conversation," (Y/n) stated.

"Huh-? O-Oh, do not worry about that, ehehe..." the boy stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, hey! Wait!"

He rushed over to them when they tried pushing themselves up from the mattress. "I've yet to properly analyze your wounds; my assistants and I took care of all your external injuries, but I fear that you may possess internal damage."

They pulled the cover off of them and saw most of their arms and legs wrapped tightly in bandages. A large gauze covered their waist; they could feel its cotton texture rub uncomfortably against what could be a gash. The only familiar sight was their black leotard and its ragged new look didn't appear too awful, at least.

The young man winced at the sight. "My apologies, I have been rather preoccupied with our...current situation-"

"Where am I?" (Y/n) asked.

He stood still for a second as his face began to drown in realization. "So it is true, you are not from here," he observed.

"Tell me what's going on."

Then, the young man fell silent. He hung his head to where they couldn't see much of his face, but by the way his bottom lip quivered, his lack of response couldn't foster peace.

"...We are at war," he finally said.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, but they let him continue.

"A planet entirely made of fusion matter — an infectious substance whose prime goal is to overcome any and every organic matter — is planning to conquer Earth. My friends, my family, and everyone, including myself, is doing whatever it takes to stop such an event, including taking down the planet's master: Lord Fuse."

(Y/n) didn't know how tight their face had become until they softened at the sight of his sorrowful expression. He was clearly trying to keep a brave face, but with every word that fell from his lips, every feature of his grew close to devastation.

They sighed. "Well, isn't this lovely. Just what I needed today."

The boy's head perked up as they stood right to their feet. (Y/n) stumbled, but forced themselves to keep whatever composure their body could muster. And in this situation, every fiber needed to be pushed to its limits.

"Wait, I just told you, you need to take it easy!" he insisted, speeding toward them as they walked to the door. His hand grabbed their wrist, and though his grip wasn't rough, it was enough to keep them close. "Listen, usually I am the one asking the questions, typically when all my loved ones' lives are not at stake (you did just fall right out of a portal, after all...). And that is precisely why you need to stay here. Your body has suffered near-critical damage and it is not safe out there-!"

"It's fine." (Y/n) yanked their wrist out of his hold and held back a yelp when a sharp pain flashed through their forearm. "I need to find my teammates."

"Your...what?"

"My... I can't stay here."

They began to the door again until the boy ran in front of them and held out his arms. "I am serious. You saw what is out there. Your power, the way you used it against those things..." His eyes darted to the side, and it was probably because their eyes were still trying to adjust to the room, but they could have sworn a good portion of his face was pink. "...It was incredible. But now, you are in no condition to fight!"

"You have enough on your plate already."

The young man furrowed his eyebrows together. A subtle throbbing moved all throughout their body, but they could still stand.

And if they could stand, they could fight.

"I appreciate the patch-up," they said, "but as far as you're concerned, you never saw me. Now move."

He blinked up at them with parted lips and a gaze that begged for them to stay. Then, suddenly, that gaze twitched into irritation. "You saved me out there," he said. "I was dying, and I probably looked so weak and pathetic...and then, miraculously, you appear out of nowhere, a-and all my pain had suddenly gone...!"

He pushed himself up against the door with a fierce look. "I am not letting you back out there until you've healed. It is the only way I can repay you."

(Y/n) was glaring at him now; while they admired his chivalry, stubbornness has often proved to be a thorn in their side. "Thanks." They lifted themselves off the ground and toward the blinding ceiling, and the young man's face fell. "But no thanks."

As he reached up to call out to them, they vanished in the summoned shadows.

So he wasn't lying after all.

(Y/n) spread through the ruined air and above a depressing wasteland. What used to be neighborhoods were now corpses of houses, scattered few and far between while the unlucky ones were completely dismantled. Not a sign of organic life sprang to their vision; the only thing that tried to replicate grass here was the green goo that awkwardly spread for miles on end. The silence that rode along with the wind added to the eeriness, but hopefully, all of it would be the only dreadful sight they should see today.

How do I even know everyone else ended up here? they thought, ignoring the growing weight pressing down on their body. (Y/n) reached into their pocket and took out their phone. Its cracked, broken screen was just what they needed. Great. Never thought I'd have to add 'traverse through an unknown, war-devastated dimension for my missing teammates' to my to-do list, but I really shouldn't be surprised at this point, should I?

A figure scurried beneath them in the corner of their eye. (Y/n) stopped and searched the ground, and being the dusted winds, a figure resembling Starfire hurried from behind each pile of despair. Their chest suddenly became light, as if their heart flipped at the sight of their dear ally alive and well.

And even if it did do that, there was absolutely no way (Y/n) would tell her about it.

They zoomed toward the ground and landed on the rocky surface. A sharp spark of pain stabbed through their calves and they let out an agonized groan. There's no way I'm stopping now. They forced themselves to their feet again and rushed in the direction where they thought they spotted Starfire.

Although, something was off. The figure did resemble so much of the bubble alien princess, but shouldn't she be searching above ground too? And if she was too injured to do so, (Y/n) should have heard her voice calling out for either them or their other teammates. Starfire could never be silent for this long, especially if they were all separated like this.

She was behind them.

(Y/n) whirled around to shoot a beam of darkness at the figure, but another stab of agony made them lose their balance and just barely miss. They cried out as they fell to the side and got a better look at what they really saw earlier.

It was as if Starfire was dropped in a large pot of that green goo stuff and held every nerve in her body prisoner. Her long blood-red hair hovered over her glowing figure. She loomed above (Y/n) with glowing, glaring, pupilless eyes that shined a hellish spotlight. Her clothing held similar taste, but the vibrant color was replaced with a shredded darker contrast.

Out of all this, only the fusion matter that was now her skin kept (Y/n)'s attention. There's no way, they thought. Not her!

She — no, it — raised its arms, and a shimmering green beam exploded from the palms of its hands. (Y/n) leaped out of the way and pushed off the ground, flinging themselves to its side and chanting a spell that almost made them bite their tongue. Shadows emerged from their hands and sped toward the imposter, and the backlash almost tricked them into thinking their arms just tore off from their body. They screeched, much louder than their sore throat appreciated, and dropped from the air.

(Y/n) looked up. That spell was to trap that thing against the wall behind it. It wasn't much, but it had to be enough to get help; their body was on fire, and the reason they tolerated it for so long was because they thought an ally was nearby.

The young man popped into their head. But who knows how far they are from him now?

The thing held out its hands, and just like in (Y/n)'s worst nightmares, it grabbed the spell and turned its dark energy into a mess of failure. They could only watch as it melted within its grasp and fall right in front of them as nothing but a steaming shadow of what it once was.

(Y/n) pushed against the ground, but torment bit every piece of their body. Chains of exhaustion held them below, and they couldn't look up this time. They knew it was slowly coming toward them, readying its final attack, but they couldn't face it.

They couldn't face the fact that they let their friends down.

And yet the punishment never came.

Heaven screamed from behind. (Y/n) whirled their head around to see a familiar new face running toward them with glints of determination glistening in his glare. They turned back to the figure, and they saw that whatever he blasted at it made it thrust into the wall behind them. But it wasn't enough; the figure popped out of the cracks and released a haunting cry, and it zoomed right above (Y/n) and to the boy they thought they left behind.

He was holding a large machine gun-looking weapon until he dropped it and pulled out a (rather comically) large wrench from behind him. He leaped from the ground and was ready to swing his new partner at the creature, and when it seemed to have been face-to-face with him, he plunged the wrench forward and captured its neck within its jaws. Before they could blink or breathe or even remember they were in seething pain, he twisted his weapon and tore the creature's head right from its body.

With strange grace, he landed on his feet, and the creature plunged to the ground behind him, not even bearing a twitch.

The young man looked back at it for a second before rushing to (Y/n). "Hey, are you okay?!" he yelled.

(Y/n) didn't think to respond. They didn't know what they were feeling. Was it gratitude for being saved from their own mistakes, or an eerie shock from watching something that looked like their friend die right in front of them?

They kept debating until he kneeled in front of them. "Oh good god..." he gasped. (Y/n) peaked at themselves and saw that almost all the bandages were ripped open, and streams of blood freely flowed from the re-opened wounds.

"Here, we need to get you back to my lab," he said.

Everything was moving so quickly. They blinked, and suddenly they both were off the ground and leaving the decaying corpse far behind them with him carrying them in his arms. (Y/n) peered over the young man's shoulder. "Is...that a jetpack?" they asked.

He looked down at them and flashed an apprehensive smile. "Ehehe, well, you never know when you need one!"

They narrowed their eyes at him for a moment, and when he began to lose his composure with that red face of his, they snickered. "Glad to know weirdness comes in handy every once in a while."

They felt a shiver run through the young man's body and had to force the growing smile off their face.

"Hey..." they began. "Uh, thanks. For real this time."

His face glowed with a shy beam. "Of course. I need to repay you, remember?"

"You wouldn't have to if I'd just did what I was...nevermind."

The beam faded, and his eyes locked on their sullen face. "I take it that was your friend back there?"

They didn't answer.

"I understand how you feel. I have had to see many of my friends in that treacherous form. But you should know that doesn't mean they're gone."

(Y/n) felt another stab, but it wasn't in agony. It was a light shank filled with hope.

"Those...things. Fusions, we call them — they resort to those forms when they have taken something dear to the person they resemble. And if your friends are anything like you, I doubt they could be taken down so easily," he explained.

They turned away, but a smile reached their lips. "...Thanks for that. You must be some sort of hero around here too, huh?"

A long string of stutters erupted for the next few moments. "U-Uh! Well, I-I do not know about hero per say- well, I-I mean, I do make basically e-everything around here, which I humbly pride m-myself in-!"

(Y/n) giggled. They hated it, but in a way, it felt...relieving. Like a weight was slowly being lifted off their chest. They turned back to him, and his face was even more red than before. "Shut up," they joked.

He squeaked and kept silent, which proved to be surprisingly boring almost instantly. "Hey," they said, "so what's with this 'lab' you mentioned earlier?"

"Eh-? O-Oh! That's where, uh, basically the main base is. Many of my friends are there, and they actually offered to help with getting you better...also, you left something there. A cloak of a sort."

(Y/n) winced. How did they leave their hood behind??

"Well, thanks for not destroying while I was gone," they said.

"Ah, I would never! I happen to take VERY care of personal items! (Unlike some people I know...)"

"And with you touching my things, talking my ear off, and saving my life, it's really something that you still haven't told me your name."

He screeched out something that sounded like a few hundred apologies all at once. "Dexter!" he finally blurted. "It's...u-uh, Dexter... My apologies, I am usually not this...flustered..."

"(Y/n)."

Dexter looked back at them, and every shard of nervousness faded into warmth as tender as the setting sun. "Beautiful. As I expected."

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HELLO! Sorry this took me a little while... I've been kind of

Nevermind.

I hope you enjoyed! It was really fun making this; I think I'm getting the hang of Dexy again. And though I haven't dived into Teen Titans in a long while, I hope this version of (Y/n) as Raven is written as you wanted!! Thank you so much for the request!~

(Now where is it..?)

[waerwena]

[keffol]

N murder drones….. save me 💥💥💥

I love N sm 💥

This took like ten hours or something maybe more actually…

[rexscanonwife]

Heeem I feel like I don't draw Rex initiating enough, so I wanted to doodle a little something to fix that 🥺💖 he's definitely more cautious about pda than Brea is, but he's not shy by any means!

Taglist♡: @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @squips-ship @sunstar-of-the-north @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @adoredbyalatus @dearly-beeloved @cherry-bomb-ships @me-myself-and-my-fos @sunflawyer @cassmeeks

[beatcroc]

Mecha-Sonic, Dr. Robotnik has created other robots based on Sonic and thrown them away before he created you. Do you have any thoughts on this?

[lavend3r-stardust]

Wanna kneel between a boy's legs and look up at them as I cup their face in my hands, going "you wanna kiss me, babyboy?" as they look down at me with the biggest, neediest eyes but they don't do anything except sit back against the bed, gripping the sheets in their trembling hands because they're so worried about hurting me. They're so cute when they're shy. Pretty boy, you couldn't even hurt a bug. "And your mouth looks so soft, your lips curved against that gorgeous face of yours. Bet it'll feel so good against mine, I can't wait to have it all over me".

I wanna climb into their lap, feel their soft hair between my fingertips, their skin warm beneath my palms, see their eyes widen with excitement and hear the tremors in their shaking breath as I lean down and murmur "Go ahead, you can kiss me. It's okay." Holding their hands and guiding them to my waist. Leaving them there as I tilt their face up to look at mine. "You're okay, babyboy. I think you've wanted this for a while now."

[norclaren]

Any guess on whose cutieful lower body is this?? Level : impossible!

[tikki-wikki]

HIIII <333 I JUST WANTED TO USOPP TO BE IN MY LIFE <333

[figurecollection]

Yukichi Fukuzawa Garage Kit by Ahiru-ya Pon, from Bungou Stray Dogs

[daryascurse]

A little something in your ask box ❤ Eren's A, C, H, J, M, W

❤️😫 AWWW MY GOODNESS THANK YOU!! I was SO excited to see this hehe I’ve been on a bit of an Eren kick the past few months that hasn't gone away.

Okay this is sort of modern-AU Eren just to be consistent with all the prompts (and I love my modern Eren with a touch of stoner lol). I shuffled a little from the alphabetical order just to flow a little better.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS ᴅɴɪ // cw: recreational weed smoking, alcohol, kinda possessive vibes; completely g/n reader not described with pronouns or genitalia, but mentions of high heels

ALPHABET NSFW ASKS (still open!)

A for Aphrodisiac [What always turns them on?]

A few things turn Eren Jaeger on without fail; but he never really noticed the effect they have on him until they were characteristics of yours. He loves your independence. He loves the way you move through the world with an unapologetic freedom. He has to shift his legs in public when you give a devious smirk, when someone says something and you have some smart retort to bite back with. And he loves when that little clever laugh becomes a keen between the sheets, loves being the one to take your brain and make it melt just for a while, taking his time just coaxing it out of you to make you fall apart under his touch. His touch. He’s not controlling, he could never control you, but he takes pride in being the person to make you thoughtless for once. Besides, shouldn’t all boyfriends be a little possessive? That’s another thing – boyfriend. Partner, significant other. It doesn’t matter the term. Anything you say publicly, with a pride, with a cooing smile, is irresistible to him. The burst in his chest is a little juvenile, but he can’t swallow it down, he won’t hide a smirk of his own when you introduce him with such a label. It’s the same feeling other people might get by buying their lover jewelry or more extreme public showings of belonging. For him, your choice to call him by such special words is enough. Something else, something more tangible that turns him on, is when you wear high heels. It doesn’t matter how tall they are, how tall they make you. Even if you tower over him, he loves how strong it makes the muscles in your legs look, the way your hips sway as you walk in them, the way it literally elevates you so simply. Not that you need it. ��You don’t know what you do to me,” he said once in the elevator on your way to a dinner, and his eyes were dark with desire.

J for Jazz [What’s their go-to sexy song/playlist?]

Eren doesn’t really have a “sex” playlist. He has a playlist that inevitably gets shuffled through at night when you have a bowl or two or three together; so, it’s usually just already playing when his fingers, thick and slow from the marijuana, crawl over your clothes to peel them off you. A month or so into seeing each other, you’d convinced him to make it collaborative – he grumbled just a little at not wanting to spoil his carefully curated vibe, but he’s also been adding your favorite songs to his library. The songs he’d already had on the playlist include “Skin” by Mac Miller, “Acai Bowl” by Dominic Fike, "You've Got Everything Now" by The Smiths, “Moon” by Seahaven, and “War” by Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (yes, the Hunger Games theme – it came on shuffle mode once when his head was between your thighs, and in your hazy mind it was hilarious. He sat up with a scowl and turned his head to hide his flush as he quickly skipped to the next song, and you howled with laughter as he muttered something about it being a “really good song to blast through headphones while walking home stoned from the park.”).

M for Moan [What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?]

It’s not that he’s quiet, but Eren wants to hear you more. Especially at first, when things are just getting hot and heavy, when he’s listening acutely to the sharpness of your sighs and moans and using that to guide his hands and his mouth over you. He’s groaning, his gasping breaths full of sound, but he’s listening to the cues to figure out what makes you feel best – pressing further when he hears your “oh yeah”s and “right there”s and shifting his touch to get your voice to that point where it’s breaking, where your mouth can’t properly form words anymore. He gets pleasure from giving you pleasure. That is the first thing he sets to do when he puts his lips on you to worship your body, and he’ll take his time doing so. But the words finally burst from him when you’re half-drunk from endorphins and hungry for your orgasm, when his fingers are on your thighs and his tongue drips with your arousal. You’re begging in broken sentences, your body in agony. That’s when his throaty groans turn verbal, when he sits up, fixes his eyes on you, and speaks with that possessiveness through his wet lips – “ ‘S getting sensitive? You can still come for me.”

H for Hands [What do they do with their hands during sex?]

Maybe it’s because Eren always wants to make sure you get off – he’s said that he feels good when he makes you feel good – but his hands are always on you. It doesn’t matter the position, he’s always touching you, stroking against your skin, rubbing the places he knows are sensitive with the lightest, but most insistent, caresses. Sometimes his hands are gentle like that. And other times, his hands hold you by aching wrists, as he groans right into your ear and your hips jerk as he fucks into you again, and again, chasing down your climax with his own. “Tell me it’s mine, your pretty little body is all mine.”

C for Cuddling [How do they cuddle after sex?]

When the two of you collapse, naked and exhausted in the sheets, Eren takes a moment to gather his breath. You’re doing the same, your mind turning cartwheels as your blood pounds and your bones weigh you down, and you can barely hear the creak of the mattress over spinning in your ears when he sits up again with a long sigh. He goes into the kitchen, and returns with a glass of water, and a gentle reminder that you should pee. You drag yourself to the bathroom with staggering steps, and when you make it back to the bed, he’s wearing boxers, pulled the sheets back up and propping the pillows in place again. He hands you a clean oversized t-shirt with hands still trembling from exertion, hair sticking to his forehead in a sweaty sheen. You let him help you back into the bed. He passes you the water from the dresser and puts it back when you take a sip. Neither of you have the energy to speak as he crawls back in bed. You turn to him with open arms, welcoming him into a silent, overly warm embrace of limbs, heartbeats, and damp sheets.

W for Wet [How would they have sex in the shower?]

You’ve brought up sex in the shower a handful of times before in different contexts, and Eren’s never really given the warmest reaction. Once he wrinkled his nose, pointed out in a doubtful deadpan just how difficult and clumsy the mechanics would be. Another time, he asked if it was something you’d done with an ex, a tinge of jealousy coloring his voice. So you’ve mostly seen it as a joke now, nothing to seriously pursue. But you come home extremely drunk together tonight. You’re sweaty and buzzing from the walk. When you whine about wanting to shower, Eren asks if he can join you. Your enthused “yeah of course!” matches the same heavy alcohol-laden tone he had invited himself in. You two stumble into the shower without even turning on the bathroom light and the fresh water is all you can pay attention to, the hot stream pouring down your face and waterlogging your senses. You don’t even care about the sting blinding your eyes, don’t even think of Eren at first until you spit warm water out of your mouth and ask hoarsely if he wants to switch. You reach for the bottle of body wash but his hand is on your face, turning it to you, and his lips devour yours in a drunken kiss. It is clumsy, he was right, as you scramble to hold to the edge of the tub and he bends you over with a foot on the ledge. The angle isn’t quite right, the water hitting you around the shield of his body in jagged strikes, the porcelain tub too smooth to grip – but you don’t care, your brain is just wheeling in dumb drunk circles as your thighs shake and your teeth chatter, skin somewhere between hot and cold as he holds your hips in slippery fingers. He draws out wetness between your legs with each uneven stroke. The small room reels in steam and moans, everything getting teased but nothing getting fully satisfied, and he finally grunts: “Let’s go to the bed, okay?”

[hearteyedbunny]

I'm sad thinking about the fact that before the war, Arty was happy and fulfilled being a house husband. he loved cooking and baking and tending to the garden. he loved taking care of his baby daughter. he loved spending time with his wife when she got home. he loved going for long drives. he had such a domestic, comfortable life that he was forced to trade away and became an experiment and a soldier just trying to survive to the next day

Q_Q

[keffol]

Various amounts of doodles of N from murder drones because I love him and have a slight emotional attachment towards him beyond my s/o’s comprehension

I love n so bad Jesus Christ I convulse and violently shake at the sight of him in the wild

[dulcegal]

viva Robert Kennedy ?

[justasimp4darrencriss]

Be nice people, cause nobody likes an asshole - ❤️ Darren Criss ❤️

[stars-n-spice]

RAAAAAHH!!!

it's actually so fucking unfair that I can't have Wrecker over for Korean BBQ and then end the night dancing and singing away to Selena.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

this scene was so attractive and for what