#They are always in my head

[surnaaa]

My DND character but as a crk character :D

[championofsanghelios]

Kiss

"...come here..." Marcus takes a hold of Wrench's hand as they watch the refinery go up in a ball of flames. UMENI and SFPD trucks pulling up to assess the situation, sirens blaring, helicopters whirring overhead, none the wiser to the two men who just did nearly a billion dollars worth of property damage. "...you deserve something for all that effort..." "I think I'm going to like this..." Wrench's goggles flash a pair of love-heart emotes as the Hipster pushes up the soft bottom section of his mask, exposing his mouth, and chin, a light dusting of stubble covering it. "..." Marcus inches closer and kisses him on the mouth, a gesture that only lasts a few seconds, but for Wrench could have been a small eternity. Time slows down in that moment, the world fading into the background as his senses become razor sharp. He feels everything, his heart thudding in his ears, the warmth of Marcus lips against his, the feeling of his jacket and his sweater against him. He was so warm, so strong, so...everything. He was everything to him... When Marcus steps back they stare at one another for a moment, there was warmth in his soft brown eyes, and his glasses reflect the pair of letter O emotes that flash on Wrench's goggles. "...damn I wish I had my grapple right now..." Wrench breathes, licking his exposed lips, before smiling warmly at the other man. "...we could have done that Spider-Man style...me hanging upside down and everything..." "Maybe next time." Marcus grins back at him, turning his head to the left when another explosion occurs at the burning refinery. Wrench doesn't follow his gaze, he just keeps his eyes locked on him, love-heart emotes re-appearing on his goggles. "...you're so fucking beautiful, M..." he breathes, rather quietly. One of those rare moments that had become less and less rare since their friendship had taken this turn. A moment where he felt so overwhelmed by affection, longing to love and be loved. He'd had experience with certain recreational substances, but no high compared to staring at this man. "...I-...it's-...it's painful sometimes...how much I feel about you." "We better get going..." Marcus reaches up to his mask again and pulls it back down, so it's fush with his chin. "...come on...Sitara will be getting worried..." Wrench glances back at the refinery one last time, before following his partner away from the scene. It was painful how much he loved Marcus... ...but it was a pain he was willing to put up with...

[lovekenney]

i am never not thinking abt the women of shameless

[anonymous-dentist]

Roir x Cellbit for shipping bingo?

They’re so special to me you have no idea

[incohorace]

what studying literature feels like

[nariarts]

Spent a ridiculous amount of time last night obsessively editing my hand written zines in Photoshop to take away any tiny blemishes so they were definitely readable.

Whatever. Understand or don't.

[eydilily]

(look at what i have to offer) — this is the spider's nest.

[mistbix]

TIMEBOMB BABY ATTACK!!!!!

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

chilling by the sea this weekend and Thinking Hard about Matty and George in the summer of 2006 🥺✨

[officialspec]

hello fandom artist. in front of you is a male character widely interpreted as transmasculine because of his vaguely gnc features. your task is to draw him next to a cis man without feminising him beyond recognition. if you fail you will be beaten to death with hammers. your time starts now

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[nidbaesenpai]

Happy one year anniversary ISAT! To celebrate I wanted to share the lil strips I made for my friends when they reached the end of the game! They're all meant to be snippets of life post game and a glimpse into the world I'm making for Loop.

[ionomycin]

Maiden of Light

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about older bf!simon that takes great pride in being your built in pain relief.

“you right?”

delicate as always, gruff voice cutting through the peaceful lull as he stands right in the way of the television you were only really listening to.

“just a headache”

“you taken anything for it?”

you slowly open one eye as far as you can manage, confirming that the look on his face is endearing and he’s not purposefully asking stupid fucking questions.

he’s only man after all.

“i’ll give y’one if y’like?”

before you even have a chance to ask him what “one” might be in this scenario, he’s already nudging you up the couch to sit beside you.

he doesn’t give you the chance to ask any questions, really- not when he’s tucking your back into his side and slipping a large hand down your front.

long fingers slide your shorts to the side and immediately get to work, other hand holding your thighs open (more for his line of sight than anything).

“simon- you don’t have-”

“none a’that, rest y’head and i’ll take care a’ya”

[verflares]

NOW SPELL: ANGEL Z-E-L-D-A WRONG! TRY AGAIN.

also on inprnt :]