#Lord Mercy.

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!

[littledisgustingart]

It was affection that held us together.

[saltsig]

Prosecutor Jayce and Detective Viktor

[eyelovveu]

if u saw me post this earlier no you didn’t because I remade it cuz the other version was so sloppy

[mail-me-a-snail]

when the kraut is out he puts soldier in charge of the nurses

edit: now with a thrilling sequel

[kendallsroyco]

Parading that much CAKE as a vigilante is crazy, is he trying to seduce the criminals or what

[tinyhorror]

miku in hades style 🫶 (song)

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[kaminkie]

splat

[keptinonzebridge]

SPOCK ISN'T PREGNANT, BUT HE DID DELIVER

[vaelerius]

endless gifs of rhea - 36 / ∞ 🍑 edition

[gwempire]

So a few years ago I read a bunch of fics on AO3 for this one fandom and there was this one writer who was prolific, right? They’ve got over 140 fics in this fandom and they’re all bangers because this person is a fantastic writer EXCEPT that they always always always misspell the same word, every single time in every single work of theirs I’ve read. The word is ‘friend’, always spelled as ‘freind’, and it got to the point where I would have to close the fic I was reading because I would have such strong feelings of rage at this one typo I couldn’t continue.

Anyway I just got back into this fandom again and I got freindscared for the first time in years. AsagiStilinski sleep with one eye open.

[cioror]

peter was never seen alive again after this

[theannoyingurge]

A deeply fucked up Durge who romanticizes death because murder victims are grieved and cherished regardless of how unloved they were in life. A Durge who has experienced this tragic loss so many times that it becomes a defining moment in all of their relationships, yet knows no one will ever mourn them (ie truly love them) in return.

A Durge whose darkest desire is to be missed. And they will never know that kind of love, even if they succeed, because they must outlive every person who could possibly grieve their loss.

Gortash missed them.

[holes4rafe]

need him to manhandle me asap . . . ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა !

[raspberriesss]

Thinking about Simon being obsessed with watching you cook.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

Ever since Simon came home from deployment he’s been clinging onto you constantly. “Missed you, lovie,” he’d tell you, trying to justify his constant hold on you. Sure, you thought it was cute, this big military man clinging onto you like some kind of koala; but his intentions weren’t always as innocent as they seemed.

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The day had begun to wind down, the sky painted in an ombré of colors as it set, the chitter chatter from the TV spreading into the kitchen. You’ve cooked everyday since Simon came home, enjoying the comfort of another filled seat at the dinner table.

There you stood, mincing up a garlic clove for the pasta dish you decided to make tonight. The faint bubbling from the pot on the stove filled your ears as you turned your gaze to it, pouring the rigatoni pasta into the boiling water.

A soft patter of feet could be heard against the tile floor of the kitchen, it could only be one person. The warmth of a strong chest pressed against your back, hands wrapping around your waist gently, nudging you back to him. “Whatcha making tonight?” He murmured out by your ear, his gruff voice only sounding raspier from the low tone.

“I’m just making some pasta, s’all,” you said, moving back over the cutting board on the counter, his large stature slightly restricting your movement. Your movement seemed to make his grip grow tighter on you, one of your elbows nudging back against his bicep. “I can’t cook when you’re holding onto me like this, Si,” you said with a huff of a laugh.

He seemed to ignore your words, his face burying in the crook of your neck, stubble scratching against your skin. “You’re just s’gorgeous,” he breathed out against your skin, his large hands moving down to grip the plush skin on your hips. “Simon,” you said softly, head leaning over a bit, enjoying the feel of his breath on your skin. “What’s wrong, hm?” He questioned quietly at your call of his name, his chapped lips pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on your neck. “Just wanna watch y’cook, s’all,” he breathed out against your skin, his words clearly far from the truth.

You decided to try and ignore his soft touches, beginning to mince up the rest of the garlic clove from earlier. His kisses only got more insistent, teeth nipping gently at your skin, his tongue soothing over the skin afterward. “Simon, I can’t,” you began, dropping the knife back down onto the cutting board. “M’sorry, can’t help it when ya looking so good in here,” he said gruffly, one of his calloused hands coming up to paw at one of your breasts over the fabric of your t-shirt. The feeling of something hard was pressing insistently against the small of your back, what could that be? causing your cheeks to only flush a deeper shade of pink.

“Simon,” you breathed out at his touch, head leaning back against him, eyes fluttering closed. He couldn’t help but grin against your skin, moving his face up by yours, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Think the pasta’s done, love,” he said softly, pulling away from you, and walking back into the living room.

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Part 2 (alternate ending)

[pndrax]

"Id rather take my whiskey neat,"

is it hard to tell who i'm attracted to with the art i post