#IM OBSESSED ALREADY

[giiyus]

they are so dear to me omgggg 🥹💕🫶

[monsters-without-teeth]

SONG SNIPPETS FROM NANNA'S INSTAGRAM STORY HELLO

HOLY SHIT

[hidden-scarlet-whispers]

Any old man in media: hello

You: 200+ post solely about them

(I have no idea who that old man u’ve been reblogging is but I love when u spam like 20 posts in a row about the men u like lol)

NOOOO ITS SO TRUEEEEE NOOOO OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE IVE BEEN CALLED OUT LIKE THISSSS IH MY GODDFFFFFFFDDDD AHABHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHHAAHBAHAHAHABAHABABAABBABAB

HIS NAME IS EMMRICH AND HES A COMPANION FOR DRAGON AGE 4 AND AQAAA AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAH THIS IS HILARIOUSSSS

[theoldgaylion]

[cbhoodiesims]

i uploaded the first part of my midnights legacy !!! im actually pretty excited and interested to see how it will go...

[edwardbonnets]

rook: *obvious flirting* emmrich: 😲😲😲🤯🤯🤯😳😳😳??????????

bonus:

[fromnewyork]

i have a feeling this will be my favourite album

[thatsnotmygunflash]

I'm sorry did you say a 90k cherik hunger games fic that just needs editing???? Because oh boy did you reblog the right post. I will happily edit for you and wax poetry about how much I love it, I'm dead serious.

Do you ever get reminded of that one really intense longfic that you had every intention of writing and had meticulous notes and complicated outlines for but then something happened and you aren't in the fandom anymore and you still have the desire to write the fic but it's slightly hollow now because it's a good idea and you think it would have been a great fic but you haven't been in the fandom for literally years and you don't have that bit of passion for it that you did when you were writing it and have just a weird moment of nostalgia where you want to reread it but it never existed

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Agatha Harkness + text posts pt. 5/?

[asundine]

New Æther Realm single!?!

[im-still-watching-anime]

apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB

apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally

[milexa2000]

Me waiting for more Wolverine fanfics to come after watching DP3 like:

[itscherryterry-again]

it's you!

I don't know bingbong, let's ask the destroyed roomba

[yeyinde]

Oh, I love this so much already!!! 🤩

I love how easily Javi folds - eager and a touch desperate; it's so perfectly attuned to his character. I really can't wait to read more of him!! You managed to capture so much nuance in their relationship already with the little moments, the touches, the casual intimacy of them both. They feel comfortable with each other, and it bleeds through with each interaction. It feels like a small piece of bigger puzzle and I absolutely adore it.

Beautiful, of course, as always! 🖤

javi peña x f!dea!reader

invite me in.

warnings: hints at spice only. fwb. sneaking around.

an: just a little thing from something bigger, and i’m super scared so be nice.

“You going to invite me in, Peña or are we going to just stare at one another on the doorstep?”

Swallowing a retort, he opens the door wider, allowing you entry—just enough that you’d make it through, while forcing your body to be close to his.

He scans the corridor, thankful it’s empty. Wondering how long you’d been waiting before you’d come down to his door.

Because of all the sights he bet on tonight, it wasn’t you at his compound door.

You who was slowly sliding your coat off. You who was suddenly standing in…

Well, fuck.

“Take a picture, Peña. Might last longer—“

“Don’t fucking tempt me, baby,” he groans, slamming the door into its frame.

He’s quick—precise. Placing one hand on your hip—the other palm flat, fingers spread for leverage on the wall. Giving you enough space to change your mind, but yet firmly telling you he’s in—he wants you and him. This.

Then he smells it: your fucking perfume.

The one which haunts him around the base. Notes of it still crushed into his jacket collar from another stolen moment. All hints of orange blossom and something fat more intoxicating.

“Surprised you know where my room is?” he whispers, letting his words brush your jaw as he ghosts his mouth over your skin.

You jut your chin out, raise it, and stare boldly into his fucking soul. Just like you do when you’re verbally sparing him. But this… this doesn’t feel like a fight, doesn’t feel like you’re going to make his day worse. It feels like you’re about to make it a fuck tonne better.

Your chest rising and falling in panicked little motions, nerves kissing skin not covered by dark green lace, leaving goosebumps he can’t wait to rid.

“You’re getting sloppy.”

He runs his nose across your cheek. “That so?”

Nodding, you clutch his cheek, turning his eyes to meet yours. “For one, you told me your room number while you were trying to stuff your hand into my jeans at the bar. Two, y’keep staring at me in front of Murphy.”

It almost escapes his lips, a snort. His face so close to yours, able to see all the flecks in your eyes—the individual strands that make up the shade of your eyes he sees when he blinks.

“Can’t help it, cariño. You’re a fuckin’ sight to behold.”

You don’t bite back a retort, but your eyes soften. Even for a millisecond. It’s enough—the briefest window that allows him to dip his head, lips finding yours—seeking, set on not stopping this time. Not having anything interrupt him from hearing the pretty noises he knows you’ll make.

He tastes mint on your tongue but whisky on your lips. The mixture blends with his own concoction of ash and liquor, creating something intoxicating as his tongue slides across your bottom lip.

He’s not sure if he groans first or you—your fingers tangled in his hair, nails in his scalp as he tightens his hold on your bare waist.

Your coat forgotten, crumbled and discarded at your boot-covered feet, especially when he lifts you, thankful your thighs wrap around him—skin flush against his.

Having wrapped yourself up so nicely, he wants to undo you slowly. Your back on his sheets, staring up at him with the light reflecting in your eyes.

He wishes he had his old place—could you fuck you properly. Let you scream his name. Let your voice coat the walls. But, this’ll have to do.

The small, barely anything room with its squeaking metal bed that he shares with his fucking partner. The one who is thankfully out, away—hopefully very fucking busy.

“Take them off, Peña,” you whisper, your fingers dancing over his. “But, carefully—not like last time.”

He smirks, hooking his thumbs against the fabric as he drags it down your legs—watching you, watch him as he takes you all in.

[fuzziiwuzzii]

Claudeleine meet cute <3

[methoughtsphantom]

Danny fake guardian angel au

You know how sometimes it’s highlighted how you have to be very careful on what you say in the presence of a spirit because they can twist your words and end up bidding yourself to it?? well uno-reverse-card the spirit also has to be careful on what he says because when Danny had said he owed the dude one for coming to his rescue in a gala Vlad had dragged him to, he didn’t expect that to be taken literally.

danny: wait seriously?? i literally say that all the time!

cw: not after being crowned ghost king, you haven’t

danny: but—but I was also human when I said it. doesn’t that protect me or smth

cw: *shakes his head*

danny:

danny: omg this is a nightmare

cue timmy’s brucequest period (cuz he’s the guy) being so high strung and tired, he just wants some company, which is a so low stakes thing to want the deal Danny unintentionally goes sure we can do that and pulls him towards the guy, despite Timmy never outright saying he wants company. (tim always speaks in the sanctity of his own mind, not out loud)

So. random spirit manifesting. Tim going all who the fuck are u

and Danny panicking and saying your guardian angel

Tim not being impressed while Danny promptly blushes like a moron because that did not come off as he wanted it to.

Yes accidental dead tired where the dynamic goes from Tim trying to shake this probably demon that somehow latched to him being all like ??? dude leave me alone, and Danny being there like bitch i’m trying

to

huh. im actually being protected by a spirit like he said he would. he’s strangely an idiot but also he’s overpowered and just never leaves my side which he says it’s an angel obligation but I think it’s bullshit but also hoping it’s not because it appeals to my crippling fear of abandonment (anyways he really seems to take after those little cartoon angels that poof into your shoulder to keep from me doing wrong decisions) translate into my future boyfriend seems increasingly appalled to what i am up to

meanwhile danny

Bitch you better thank your god I’m dead because otherwise I would already been killed. I did not sign up for a assassins what the fuck I thought you were a normal civilian not a literal superhero and omg that is a fruitloop. no no back off you wrinkly raisin this is my emotional support idiot you can’t have him and what do you mean you’re messing with time whatever this way I can get back to clockwork—