#I love this idiot though

[egophiliac]

C'MON TO THE THEATER!

I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.

[rameiixo]

he gives me butterflies.. ( the most beautiful butterflies imaginable )

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

that just confirmed what i already knew which is that i never ever ever want to see them kiss like even that was way too much for me i kept saying “ew” and covering the screen. girl back tf up. their faces should never be that close together on god’s internet.

[hairmetal666]

He hates Steve Harrington, everything about him. His stupid, upbeat pop music. His tall fucking hair. His annoyingly bright clothes. His bullshit German luxury car.

Eddie hates that Steve's a good guy. Hates that he carried Eddie's broken and dying body out of hell. Hates that the kids love him how they do. Hates that he and Robin Buckley are the kind of best friends who might as well be siblings. Hates the way that Jonathan is back and Nancy is happy, and Steve has no resentment about any of it. Hates that he'll never, for as long as he lives, forget about six kids and a Winnebago.

And he hates, more than anything of all, the way he's always finding himself in Steve's bed. The way he falls apart when Steve is deep inside, the way he begs for more, pleads for Steve to wreck him. The way Steve treats him so good that it makes him sob.

Eddie hates himself for not being able to stop. For wanting Steve so much that sometimes he feels it as a visceral ache in the back of his molars. He hates himself for how little fight his dumb traitor heart puts into not being astronomically down bad in love with the guy immediately.

And none of this is supposed to flow from his brain to his tongue to out of his mouth, but Steve fucks him so good and slow--gives him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life--that it all just slips out of the safe confines of his mind.

"I fucking hate you," he says. Or pants, more like, he's all flushed and sweaty and covered in come, not yet settled back to himself.

"W-what?" Steve stutters. He's standing at the edge of the bed, damp towel clenched in his fist.

True, full consciousness strikes then and he doesn't know what else to say. Steve's big eyes are wide and sad, and Eddie's brain is screaming at him to fix it, and isn't that just another thing that he hates?

"Steve. Like. Fucking look at yourself, man." He waves his hand up Harrington's perfect body. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing in the universe. And you--you embody like every fucking thing I'm supposed to hate with your money and your athletic ability, and your whole goddamn clean-cut All-American boy next door bullshit. And I--I keep ending up here when everything in me says to run away, that this--you--are too good to be fucking true."

And Steve, he's pinching the bridge of his nose, looking more than anything like he's trying not to burst into tears and this--this cannot be borne.

"I love you so fucking much." His voice cracks and he reaches out to circle his fingers around Steve's wrist, the one holding the towel. "I love you so much and I don't deserve even a second of it. Not a minute. Because you're Steve Harrington, you're--"

Steve presses his hand (he hates the the wide palms and long fingers, how they're perfect, how they hold him and comfort him and wring out pleasure again and again like it's nothing, like Steve's hands were made for making Eddie come) over Eddie's mouth. "Shut-up, Munson," he says.

"I fucking hate you too." There's ease in the way he says it, a lightness in his eyes. "I hate that you don't use conditioner. I hate that your van makes that turkey gobble sound every time you turn a corner, and you refuse to let me look at it. I hate how loud you play your music, how it makes my fucking skin shake. I hate when you forget to take the damn chains off your jeans when you put them in the wash."

Steve climbs into bed, straddling him, towel long forgotten. "You know what else I fucking hate, Eddie?" He leans down, ghosting his lips against the tip of Eddie's nose, skimming his mouth. "I hate that I've never loved anyone like I love you. I hate that I almost fucking lost you. I hate that we can't spend every minute in this goddamn bed, so I can memorize every inch of your skin, every sound you make, every single way I tear you apart, and all of the things that put you back together. I love you, Ed. Every fucking terrible part."

[canisalbus]

gothic lolita machete came to me in a dream

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[hercarisntyours]

"would you still love me if I was a worm" boyfriend

[funishment-time]

i was talking about this with The Boys(tm) on Discord already but let's pretend Tsumugi's V3 plot was the real thing for a second. Makoto sent those kids into space without a Medical Professional but with Kokichi Ouma. he expected them to repopulate the human race without even a midwife but was sure to include an Insecure Robot who has few useful functions out of box. he accidentally brain damaged Rantaro and didn't check for Kuma stowaways. there's like 9 kinds of poison in Shuichi's room and porn in the AV room.

i get that they were the only people immune to Space COVID except surprise one wasn't but like. a meteor must have hit the Kirigiri-Togami polycule household specifically because otherwise i think Makoto must have been like

at the Danganronpa Survivor Board Meeting.

you're telling me Kyoko and Byakuya didn't know about Actual Murderer Korky Shingu and signed off on throwing him up there, thus ensuring the future of our species comes down to Maki Harukawa and Miu Iruma only. and Maki's probably out so it's just Miu. it's just Miu forever. Miu as far as the eye can see.

Makoto Naegi doomed us to a long slow extinction of HEEEEEEEs and HEHs and BETA BITCH BOY and SENSITIVE LIKE THESE BIG BOOBS OF MINE. actual villain

[gldnstrngs]

a preview of my fic that i desperately need to finish:

“You see, I am betrothed,” Arthur said, making everyone look at him with wide eyes.

Lord Alaric blinked once. And then twice. He didn’t stop blinking after a few seconds. “My lord?” he questioned politely, glancing at the others.

There was a part of Arthur that wanted to laugh at their gobsmacked faces, but that wouldn’t be very kingly of him, so he cleared his throat with an assertive nod. He grabbed Merlin’s hand from his lap, feeling him stiffen slightly. Arthur squeezed it gently, stroking with his thumb. He then placed their interlocked hands on the table, so everyone could see. “I am to marry Lord Merlin.”

It was safe to say that there was a… range of reactions, if you will.

Morgana ended up staring at him and Merlin quietly, her eyes flicking back and forth between them to the point that it was even making Arthur’s eyes hurt. Gwen had let out a high-pitched sound through tight lips, doe eyes wide. Lancelot had promptly spat out his wine. Leon had done the opposite, chugging his wine from his goblet. Elyan solemnly slid over some gold coins to Gwaine, who had been smirking—and, okay, Arthur going to have to have a word with them about betting on their king—and pocketing his earnings. Percival had been teary-eyed, using a handkerchief to dab at his tears. Gaius stared at the couple with an intensely raised eyebrow, while Geoffrey had a hand to his heart in a way that Arthur couldn’t tell was heartfelt or scandalized. And Merlin was gripping onto Arthur’s hand, gaze boring onto the table and ears turning bright red.

update:

so i finally published it heheheh

[slicer-sandwhich]

You cannot deny that Mav is just that loveable dumb fucking jackass that knowsnjust how to get under everyone's skin. God dammit Mav

Your reputation precedes you. Thank you, sir. Wasn’t a compliment.

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Stiles: Damn! My ass is going to be so sore tomorrow, but it was totally worth it.

Derek: I think you were a little bit too loud.

Stiles: Who cares? Wanna go for another round?

Sheriff (from another room): Please, don't!

[knuxadowyuri]

EVERY TIME THEIR SIMILARITIES ARE POINTED OUT I START LOSING IT. AAAAHHHHHHHH

[jstardoesthings]

Gaslight ❤️‍🔥✨

Gatekeep ✨💅

Girlboss✨🎀

[egophiliac]

Sorry, most likely my memory being poor, but I thought Malleus' mom (don't know how to spell her name and too lazy to check how to spell it) was already an adult when Lilia ""proposed""?? Like I was always under the assumption that it was like a one-sided child crush on somebody completely out of your league you tend to have as a kid 💀

I don't think they say how old she was? although it's entirely possible I just misunderstood; my Japanese is...shaky. :') the actual line is "幼い頃に私に求婚したのは偽りか?", which I read as "isn't it true that you proposed to me as a kid?", and took as her being older than him, but not necessarily an adult (like, I was thinking of Lilia as being not quite a preteen and Mel being preteen/young teen). although I don't know if there's a connotation or something I'm missing that implies a bigger age gap, if that makes sense!

(and of course, I might also just be forgetting some other line -- if someone else knows, then please correct me! I need to know which headcanons need adjusting 👀)

BUT YEAH in a canon-y sense, Malleus is 178 and around the third-years developmentally. which makes me think that even though dragons have a way longer lifespan, they go through childhood at about the same rate as most fae (or at least the kind that Lilia is) and just kinda...slow waaaaay down once they hit adulthood. so it makes sense in my brain that he and Meleanor could've basically grown up together!

...it makes it angstier that way, anyway. :)

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

A little love for Necrom...

Man... when Alain has a Big Feelings I also have a Big Feelings.

[jawnlockblog]

i feel like the go fandom and the showmakers don't talk enough about/put enough emphasis on the fire that burnt aziraphale's bookshop... like crowley witnessed basically the death (or what he thought as death) of his best friend/lover/life partner. he didn't know if it was hell fire or actual fire, he went through all this... it must be traumatic to even walk through those doors of aziraphale's bookshop...

[eternalbobatea]

Gansey, genuinely worried: ADAM YOU'RE BLEEDING OUT LET ME PAY THE AMBULANCE BILLS ISTG (I swear to Glendower)

Adam fucking Parrish, laying in a pool of his own blood: I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound?? Stay out of it