#YES IT DOES

[garzzum]

Inspired by this work by Norman Lindsay I believe. I found it on Pinterest. :)

[xxhhunter]

Sanji’s gender is ‘boy in a girl way’ and ‘girl in a boy way’ I know, he told me herself

[inuyashacaps]

chapter 115

i love it when its just them going on a short adventure

[cuppadoppio]

Happy Pride Month!

[murdrdocs]

younger boyfriend mike schmidt is clapton davis

[pyotrkochetkov]

@Canes: The smile says it all

[scholliski]

you can talk all you want about the misrepresentation of mental health in aftg but I don’t want to hear a word about exy

[arrenkae]

Curse of this asshole

[mattsmemes]

[vitally-undead]

Hearts and Gods

Tw: blood, gore, allusion to sex at some point i think, mild cannibalism, does blood licking/consuming count? eh whatever. no use of y/n. y/n is just as bad as homelander. deadpool esque powers. r's eyes are gold. not beta read.

880 somethin words, aint got a good way to summarize it. y/n is gender neutral, nothin described aside from eye color as aforementioned.

Loving him was dangerous. That you knew, everyone knew. He himself was dangerous. A devil disguised as an angel for the public. Unpredictable yet predictable at the same time. He loved with all consuming violence. To be loved by him was not unlike being loved by death.

Death followed him everywhere. Whether he was covered in the blood of a criminal. The viscera of some unlucky employee who triggered his wrath, just another body shoved under the rug by Vought. You knew he enjoyed it, the killing, watching the life drain from a person's eyes as he crushed their heart in their chest. Or watching their body crumble in half without its spine. You knew all of this, you couldn't claim innocence when you were just as bad. Just as bloodthirsty as him. It's what made you two so compatible. That and the fact that if Homelander ever lost control with you, you would just bounce right back.

You should be dead. But you werent. You could heal any and every injury you endured. Vought made sure of that. You weren't invincible by no means, you could be injured, though that wasnt done easily. A slight squeeze pulled your wandering thoughts back to earth. You sighed softly as the hand around your heart loosened its tight grip slightly. Blue eyes met gold. Homelander cocked his head looking at you, lips pulled in a frown. His eyes dropped to your chest, gaze a mixture of disbelief and curiosity as it usually was. You ended up like this often, when he grew angry, or paranoid. So you stood, sternum cracked open, thumping heart exposed. Does it hurt? Some might wonder, at first, it does, but then it's a sweet pain that no one else but you and he would understand.

His gloves were long discarded on the table. Preferring to feel your heart in its entirety against his skin. His hand wrapped around behind the muscle as it beat. Blood coated your front, soaking onto the floor. Your lips twitched in a wry smirk at the thought of poor Ashley walking in. No doubt she would have a heart attack, thinking Homelander was in the midst of killing his team member. You let out a soft laugh, heart jolting in his hand as your lungs contracted. He looked at you his own amusement playing in his gaze as his thumb stroked over your ventricle.

"Thinking about Ashley again?" He questioned his other hand situated on your hip. "Mhm." You hummed in confirmation smiling at him. His grip tightened momentarily and you fleetingly thought if he was going to tear your heart free of your chest. You wouldn't mind, only remaining dead for a few seconds before another one grew back. He looked at you, you looked back. You clashed as much as you melded together. Each testing the other. You smirked and leaned backwards, your heartbeat strained as a familiar tugging sensation pulled in your chest. He stood there in silent contemplation, arm in your chest, heart in hand.

"Not today." He muttered his grip on your hip tightening as he pulled you closer. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. It was messy and hungry, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip drawing blood. You groaned low pulse beginning to race, heart thrumming in his hand as he licked the blood from your lips as the small punctures closed. You kissed back, arm curling behind his neck, hand buried in his hair as you tugged him closer. You parted for a second a string of red tinged saliva connecting your mouths.

"I love you." You whispered gazing into his eyes. You kissed him this time. slowly, firmly pouring your feelings into the kiss. "I love you." You repeated, voice a low murmur. You said it like a mantra, like a prayer. A loyal worshiper at the altar of their deity. You clung to him as he clung to you. You needed him as he needed you. Homelander let go of your heart, removing his hand from your chest with a gentleness most wouldn't expect him to have. You exhaled slowly as your skin and bone grew back and the only trace of what happened was the blood staining your stomach and clothes, the blood and bone on the floor and the blood on his hands. He looked at his hand in silent awe almost before sucking the blood off two of his fingers. Pulling his hand from his mouth he wrapped it loosely around your throat pulling you in and kissing you harshly once more, shoving the taste of your blood from his tongue into your mouth. He pulled back with a smug grin as you panted. You looked around chewing your bottom lip.

"I feel bad for whoever they send up to clean the mess." You say as he scoffed curling his arms around your waist pressing his face in the crook of your neck. "No you don't." Homelander murmurs nipping along your pulse point. You laugh quietly, "Fine, I don't." You admit tugging on his hair making his breath hitch. Then you're in his arms and he's walking out presumably to take you home. You spent the rest of that evening in his bed, after you had showered of course. 

[transingthoseformers]

But! Have you considered!

I am already plotting on how to get tfone Megop back together >:3

[derpmallow]

something about tim trying everything to find where he belongs and hawk sticking to one thing even though he knows they'll never let him belong there.

[dangerpronebuddie]

Hiii Maggie 💕💕💕

Buddie + falling asleep on the others shoulder

-❤️🪐

Hiii Saturn 💕💕💕 Hope you like it!

Eddie jolts awake for the third time, startling Buck from his doze, and slumps back against the cot. "You okay?" Buck whispers, hoping desperately he doesn't wake Chris or Abuela, who are both asleep on the cushioned bench the hospital staff managed to bring. Eddie sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. "No." The first time he'd woken up, he claimed he was just uncomfortable. The second, he wouldn't talk about it. "Nightmare?" Buck guesses. They're both well acquainted with the ghosts that haunt each other's dreams. Only, after tonight, Buck is certain some new demons have entered the rotation. Eddie nods. "Scoot over," Buck whispers as he stands from the folding chair he'd been sitting in all night. Eddie frowns in confusion, but does as he's told. Buck climbs onto the cot with him, draping the blanket the nurse had given him over their legs. This is only the third time they've shared a bed. The first time, Buck and Chris were too shaken to stand being separated, and Eddie didn't want "his boys" to be far from him either. (That still rings in Buck's ears. It's how he's referred to Eddie and Chris since the earthquake. His boys). So, rather than let Buck sleep on the couch, the three of them huddled together in Eddie's bed, thankful the universe and a tidal wave didn't rip them away from each other permanently. The second time, Eddie and Chris were staying over at the loft for the first time. Christopher took the pullout bed, and Eddie slept in Buck's. They both ignored the fact they woke up tangled together under the covers. They'd just spent weeks apart over an idiotic lawsuit. Who could blame them for being a little clingy? But this time feels... different. For a terrifying few hours, Buck thought he'd lost Eddie for good. After he just got him back. His throat is still sore from screaming his name. His fingertips are still cold as ice from clawing at the mud uselessly. But he'd do it again. He'd have done anything to get to Eddie. It should terrify him. The lengths he'd go to for Eddie. For his boys. "You don't have to," Eddie whispers even as his head falls to Buck's shoulder. "I know," Buck whispers back. He wraps an arm around Eddie's shoulders, his free hand taking Eddie's and lacing their frozen fingers together. Eddie turns his head, his cold nose brushing Buck's throat. Buck hisses at the contact and Eddie chuckles, a sound Buck feels more than hears. "Thank you," Eddie says after a while. "For what?" Buck asks. He didn't really do anything. Eddie saved himself. "For not giving up," Eddie whispers, slurring a little as his eyelids close. "On either of us." Buck presses a soft kiss to Eddie's hair. "Try and get some sleep, yeah?" Eddie hums and wriggles closer. It doesn't take two minutes before his breaths even out, warm puffs of air ghosting Buck's neck. He rests his head atop Eddie's, lulled to sleep by the steady beat of the heart monitor, his own beating in time as he takes one more look at his boys.

Send me a soft prompt!

[ecstarry]

a playlist with actual party songs that my latino king would make me absolute salivate while seeimg him dance

[sharpth1ng]

Final Boy Billy au explained through SpongeBob pics except I’m actually right

Billy in Scream 1996:

Billy in the rest of the Scream series:

HELP I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS BUT ITS FUCKING FUNNY

he would kill you for this

[pandoricpies]

Had a dream about doing barn chores with Anne.

And for the record she was cool af.