#YANNO?

[catihere]

Considering his upbringing as a Greek demigod with a relatively present godly parent and an apparently open-minded mortal mother, with only a brief part of his childhood spent in fascist Italy, Nico is not very likely to have what we call “religious trauma” or “catholic guilt”.

Will, born and raised in the south of the USA in the early 2000s, on the other hand…

[xmomokosx]

Someone didn’t expect to get so big

[hungharrington]

Wedding planning!steve would be his sassiest form I fear </3

oh my god wedding planning!steve… he’s constantly standing with his hands on his hips, eyes narrowed, bitchily staring as he tries to figure out what’s wrong with the table set-up— he politely takes over half of the jobs because he knows how you’d both like things done even tho you guys literally hired a person for those things lol like he juggles the seating plan for a whole month, trying to get it perfect because dustin can’t sit too close to eddie or they’ll get into cahoots but they need to be at the same table and max needs to be close to the wheelchair entrance and he just wants it to be perfect! and you guys go to at least FIVE different cake tastings because “we wanna make sure we get the best one, babe!” but you can tell he’s just really enjoying doing all the fiancé activities over and over- and when you like, sorta nervously ask him to promise not to smash the cake in your face because you’ve seen it happen countless times he’s all doe-eyed like “honey i would never- i don’t even want to do that to you oh my god, of course i promise not to,” and he’s so attentive with helping pick out the bridesmaids dresses even though you guys just get a lil tipsy on the champagne at the shop and he gets a little misty-eyed and you’re like “steve? what’s wrong?” and he’s like hiding his face in his hands all blushy from the alcohol and smiles giddily, “i’m so just excited to marry you,” and you have to force yourself not to have a silly makeout right then and there. he makes a thousand “can you believe they said yes?” jokes but in an utterly adoring way to every different planner involved and he’s somehow so sassy and yet so unbelievably sincere about how much he cares about the whole thing :’)

[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

nonono you guys - q!sneeg is still 2 inches tall he's just piloting a person-sized mech

[okaydiscount]

i just think my scout loadout is so punchable <3

[kkoct-ik]

im so gender confused because im a he/him who wants masculine attributes and i present myself as butch but i still get euphoria when i pull my hair back to look like a girl because then i look like my better self

[teruhashi-can-kiss-my-arse]

I redrew my icon again this year! Three years running lol

(The other two images are from my first drawing of this and my second- from left to right)

[prismadog]

just finished watching Danny Phantom for the first time in years, and I gotta just ask...

[bo0bydrake]

im not the person i was before the dnp games hiatus [has a different haircut]

[despair-tea]

chillin' on the couch with the pals thinkin' "damn I wish I was practicing bass right now" [it is nearly 2 am]

[tiredg0ds]

not me wanting a dp blog now 💀 ... bad idea , elliott, bad idea.

[landwriter]

I'm dying (thirstily) to hear more about the 70s San Francisco AU... the bits you've posted so far have been delicious

Thank you so much, anon! Gonna take the 'about' literally:

I haven't had a chance to work on it in ages but after this next Oaths chapter I might turn to it and see if it's ready to be finished!

I think it'll be over 15K all-told

This came from the prompt 'listen to the [#] song on your Spotify Wrapped 2022 and describe the fic you'd write for it'. Well, I am describing thoroughly, gang

I'm starting to believe I've accidentally written a fluff fic despite it being filled with bonkers levels of pining and some real angst

(the fluff is their friendship)

There is an incredibly self-indulgent scene where Hob brings a sick Dream soup and jokes he's not allowed to die because he'd be shit at elegizing him like Shelley did Keats in Adonais

It happens on Tuesdays in 1974

It features real historical events! And I find that HOT

It also has (what I think is) the hottest and most unhinged sex scene I've ever written in terms of dirty talk but that sort of thing is WILDLY subjective so. The kind where you write a sentence and then reflexively think no, no, I can't say that, that's INSANE

The biggest thing holding me back from finishing it might be that I'll have to stop writing it and it's SO delightful to write. I'll have no more excuse to go through incredible digitized editions of Bay Area Reporter from the mid-seventies, which contain spectacular ads for bathhouses and gay bars shouldering up with Harvey Milk's politics column and astrology. The personals are horny and banal and heartbreaking. Look at this page. Just one page. Look at everything it holds.

Which is to say I might make an entire post for like...queer ephemera I have gathered and now cherish but cannot actually force everyone to look at. Would people be into that?

I normally love titling but I have never gotten this deep into a fic without one in terms of wordcount or closeness to completion and I am starting to panic

[hungharrington]

you already know i’m way too soft… so i give you: [ CLOSE ]  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

special bonus if you somehow can make this the softest thing ever (the reward is a fat kiss)

you know what auttie u were the only one who picked this one but bcos it's you, imma do it anyways <3 MDNI this entire blog is 18+

One thing you can't say about Steve Harrington is that he is not a determined person.

Other people might use the word competitive but you know better; within him is burning determination that drives him to do better in everything he does. Loving you is one of those things. Loving you in bed... is another.

You're particular. You used to hate it — that you like this but not that, but you like this sometimes and that if you do it a certain way. It feels overly picky and for a long time, before you had Steve, you weren't sure if you allowed to be that picky.

But Steve meets your particularness head on.

So, if it means you need a little longer to cum? Well, it's simply of a challenge of stamina and working a little harder for it. Steve always rises to the challenge.

Tonight, you're wound extra tight— frustrated that it's taking you so long to get near your peak even with Steve doing all the right things. But he's more than pleased with letting you take what you need, giving breathy little groans just at the sight before him.

He's beneath you, one hand helping your hips rock forward and back, his throbbing cock buried deep in your wet cunt. You've been at it awhile, a slow ride on his cock, bringing both of you closer and closer— but Steve's focus is all on you.

"Fuck, you're so—" His words get swallowed up in his moan as you rise up on your thighs an inch and drop back down, the roll of his hips still so gentle. The sex is never too rough when you're on top. Steve doesn't care in the least, he likes it, he loves it. Adores when it's soft and slow and you take what you need from him.

"Oh f-fuck, honey," He whines, his hips bucking up and pressing his cock up into you. A flame of white hot pleasure licks up your spine as Steve's fucked out rambling continues. "So pretty—y'so fucking gorgeous."

It's a time where you have no choice to believe him completely — with the reverent expression on his face, flushed cheeks and cherry red lips, gazing up at you atop him like you're everything. The knot in your tummy burns hotter. A desperate whimper tumbles out your throat and your hips move a little faster.

"You getting close? Y'need my help, mm?" He asks. Normally, there would be that slight condescending lilt that makes you gush but tonight, it's just love. You nod, whimpering again as you do. You're close, so close— but not close enough.

"Yes," you gasp. "Please, Steve- more, I need— can you—"

"Hey, sh sh," Steve shushes you, hearing how you're getting worked up just trying to ask him for more. His hand slides from your hip across your belly, palm flat and warm, til his thumb finds your clit. He rubs fast circles, just the way you've taught him you like, and he's rewarded with a long whiney moan. "There we go, that's what you need, yeah?"

You're nodding, chest beginning to heave as the edges of your orgasm trickle in. Your hips move desperately, fucking yourself on his cock as his thumb gives the extra stimulation on your clit you need.

"S-Steve," you pant, a whimpery warning. "Steve, fuck, I'm— you're gonna make me cum, you're gonna—"

You cut yourself off with a loud whine, all high pitched and breathy, as your orgasm finally washes over you. You flutter around his cock and feel the grip of his hands tighten, Steve's own orgasm tipping over after holding off for so long. You can't help how your buckle, leaning forward and onto Steve's chest as you quiver and moan— Steve dutifully milking it as he fucks the both of you through your highs.

It's delirium, it's overwhelming, it's so much — you cum hard enough to see stars and bury your face away in his neck, safe to ride out the waves. You're still panting, cunt still clenching around him and Steve's hands move, dragging up your sides so he can wrap his arms around you in a big hug. One of his big hands strokes down your spine soothingly, his own heavy breathes beginning to slow.

"That was a big one, hm?" He murmurs, soft and low. You can see feel him throbbing inside you, can still feel bursts of pleasure making your thighs tremble. "Mm, I know it was, I know. You did so good, baby, so good."

You try to speak but another muffled pitiful noise escapes you instead and Steve's arms tighten their hug; his hands stroke over your hair this time, fingers drifting through to scrape at your scalp softly.

"Did so good f'me," He continues, finally feeling your body start to relax against him, recovering slowly from the intense high. Faintly, he can feel you press a kiss to his neck and it makes him smile. "So, so good. I love you, y'know?"

"I know," you manage to speak, words muffled against his skin. "I love you too."

Steve's smile transforms to a blinding grin, even though you can't see it — you swear his chest glows a little bit hotter beneath you. You kiss his neck again. God, he loves you well. You should move probably now that you've caught your breath— the sweat is beginning to cool.

One more minute, you think, happier than ever just where you are.

[lunarr-stuff]

oc doodles

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

irida's very early line about how glaceon is "as close to me as a sister—as one of my blood!" really hits different with the context of her and palina tbh. even more so if you subscribe to the idea that she and coin were also formerly very close, or know the later npc dialogue about how irida "never really had playmates growing up." like damn. yeah ok. and it's really the only one you have left

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

I love how from everybody elses perspective its like:

and then from Din's perspective it's just: