#adoooorable

[rickeajacksons]

it's a parade inside my city, yeah!

[musette22]

LMAO yes this is SO stucky jsjdsjd but can we imagine this as like shrunkyclunks where steve's drunk on mead and bucky is this fresh-out-of college twink who works at this coffee shop and steve has been crushing on him for a while???

and like later on, steve gets up and he's like "aight how 'bout... we donkey kick it 'gether?" bucky shrugs bc he just wanna gets inside the safety of his home you know? so they do it and end up destroying his door and steve's all "oopsie daisy ihihi"

and bucky? bucky can't. can't be mad at him. because he's so handsome and fucking cute while being drunk so he's like "well. you seem like a brickhouse... you can play my door while i sleep, come inside"

needless to say, they wake up all being octopused on bucky's teeny tiny bad sjdjsjsks (sorry i just couldn't help myself 😭)

ARGH ELIF, oh my god, that is so precious 💞💞 I'll admit that the I thought of Shrinkyclinks first because the line “wow. more torque…. than i expected. you’ve got a surprising, uh. torque to size ratio” initially made me think of preserum Steve (you know he'd have a surprising torque to size ratio lmaooo).

But the “this is fun. being locked out together. we should hang out more” line definitely sounds like post-serum Steve drunk on mead and just generally being a bit of a disaster trying to talk to the pretty guy he's been crushing on for ages 😂 So I am definitely here for your Shrunkyclunks headcanon!!!

Oh my god, the idea of drunk Steve forgetting to keep his strength in check and just decimating that door with one kick and then being all bashful and giggly about it is literally the cutest thing I've read in a while 😂 You know Bucky would be a bit like '...what the fuck' but at the same time also like 'I am looking... respectfully' 👀👀 They definitely wake up all tangled together on Bucky's single mattress and of course Steve, once he's slept off his buzz, is mortified by how he behaved last night. Bucky tells him it's fine, but that if Steve wants, Bucky can think of a few ways how Steve can make it up to him... 👀 (by which I mean getting him a coffee and some bagels, of course) (the other ways can wait until after breakfast)

[judesficrecs]

not what i was expecting but exactly what i was needing

Also obsessed with this one omg

“...” “...” “do you want to kiss?” “yeah.”

with whoever u want bestie!!!

omg i love that one too, and thank u for sending it bestie !!!! i hope you like it, i rlly enjoyed writing it 💕

...

Movie nights with Steve are a normal occurrence. They’ve been a staple in your friendship for quite a while, and you’re used to them by now.

Normally, though, there was more than just the two of you on the couch in his parents’ basement. There’s usually a small army of kids sprawled out all over the floor covered in blankets and pillows, while Robin either curls up beside Steve on the end of the couch, or drapes herself over your lap if Eddie hasn’t already claimed his seat beside you (though sometimes he claims an armchair all to himself). If Nancy and Jonathan swing by, usually with Argyle in tow, they’ll sit at your feet with a copious amount of blankets.

Tonight, it’s just you and Steve. Everyone else had cancelled at the last minute, and Steve hadn’t been able to call and tell you before you’d shown up. You’d felt bad, but he reassured you that he was more than happy to still have movie night if you were up for it. He’d already gone to the trouble of renting Back to the Future, after all, so you’d come in anyway. So here you are, sitting on his couch with a bowl of popcorn and a few cans of pop between you. He’s watching the movie, relaxing against the back of the couch, while you’re propped up against the end of the couch watching him more than you’re watching Marty McFly.

Steve’s so pretty when he laughs, the way his nose scrunches up and his skin shines in the light coming off of his parents’ ridiculously huge TV set. You see the way his arms flex as he brings his drink up to his mouth, and the way his throat bobs as he drinks. You definitely should be paying more attention to this movie because you’ve been wanting to watch it for months, but you never get the opportunity to be with Steve, just the two of you, and you can’t help that the crush you’ve been harbouring for longer than you’d ever admit is coming out more now than usual.

His hands fidget with the bowl of popcorn where it’s resting on the couch between you. You wonder what he’s thinking; is he missing the others? You know Steve enjoys having the kids around, no matter how much he complains, and to him a house full of his friends is a happy one, so maybe he’s disappointed that it’s just the two of you. The thought has you bringing your knees up to your chest under your blanket, and you finally turn your attention back to the movie when you hear him sigh because the last thing he would want would be to catch you staring.

“D’you want to kiss?” he asks, and it takes you a moment to comprehend the words. Is he messing with you? He has to be messing with you. Maybe someone told him it would be funny to ask. Except no one you and Steve both know and listen to would ever think this was funny, and Steve isn’t the type to do something he thinks might hurt someone else. Not on purpose, anyway.

You turn back to look at him, and you see he’s fully turned to look at you, now. His eyebrows are raised and he’s got his bottom lip worrying between his teeth. He’s serious. And so you swallow down the nerves that are tingling in your chest, and you nod.

“Yeah.” You’re sure of your answer, because damn if you haven’t imagined what it feels like to kiss Steve a million and one times before. Would his lips be soft, or would they be chapped? Would his hands settle on your waist, or would they cup your cheeks? How would he taste, or sound, or… there’ve been a lot of daydreams where you’ve explored the possibilities, and now you’re getting the opportunity to find out which ones are reality.

Before you know it, the bowl of popcorn is overturned onto the living room floor and Steve is leaning over you on the couch. He’s moving you as gently as he can, so you’re laying down while he hovers over you. His forehead is pressed against yours, his skin almost feverishly warm where it meets your own. His breath fans across your cheeks and the lower half of your face, and you smile at the way his pretty brown eyes sparkle in the low light coming from the TV.

“S’okay if I kiss you now?” he asks, his voice whisper-quiet. The corners of his eyes crinkle, the small lines endearing on his face. You nod, though he urges you to use your words, and you do.

You can taste the salt and butter on his lips from the popcorn. His mouth tastes a bit like the pop you’ve both been drinking, just a little sweet. He’s warm, almost unbearably so, where one of his hands moves to grip your waist through your shirt. The other hand stays on the couch, keeping him propped up above you and making sure his balance is steady. His lips move against yours, slow and soft and steady, and one of your hands comes up to run through his hair. It’s soft tonight; you’d seen earlier how it flopped down over his forehead, lacking its usually amount of hair products, and the feeling of it under your fingers is so good that you keep playing with it–enough that a soft moan slips out of his mouth as your fingers scratch his scalp.

Unfortunately, the need for air has the two of you ending the kiss much too soon for your taste. Steve is panting as he pulls away, just enough to look down at you, and you take in the sight of how plump and perfect his kiss-bitten lips look above you.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he asks, though the words come out a little hesitantly, like he has to drag them out of his throat. But they sink into you, telling you that oh, he’s thought about doing this with you before. He’s thought about you the same way you thought about him, about kissing you and being with you, as more than a friend. It’s a giddy, dizzying feeling in the best way, like the last few seconds under water before you break the surface for air. God, Steve Harrington is perfect.

“Probably not as long as I’ve wanted you to do that,” you answer, a little breathier than you’d like, and the way his eyes widen before his cheeks are flushing a bright red and a small, shy smile quirks the corners of his lips up has your heart melting in your chest. You’ll need to talk about this, you know, and while you can’t wait to solidify this into something more real, you still want to live in this moment as long as you can.

“...can we do that again?” he asks. You feel yourself grin, and it’s your turn to grab his chin in one of your hands and bring his mouth back down to meet yours to start kissing him all over again.

[somestarstuff]

ohhh the way these panels were back to back

[cannibalcreeps]

She likes to make sure he's appreciated and loved ✨️

[kmpshitposter]

OC Ellis commission for @cultfollowlng

[kingofracoons]

Im really happy I could help with this masterpiece! I love how it turned out!!!!

Little Bishop Shenanigans!

My first ever comic! I had fun drawing it, I think I will do more in the future...

Thanks to @cult-of-the-placeholder for creating this idea with me. Your ramblings are always magnificent.

And to @kingofracoons for giving me tips and show me how to use csp properly... I would have been a headless chicken without you

I always had respect for everyone who draws comics but after doing one myself... this increased exponentially!

[crimmson-sight]

Ted and Trent looking at each other Ep 3.10 "International break"

[kurocrow]

A Hunger for Life Itself

[vindicia]

HORIZON FORBIDDEN WEST: BURNING SHORES ⇾  (19/?)

[heartsoftruth]

RACE DAY | MEXICO

[looceyloo]

Marina! Commission of a water genasi character for a campaign with a modern setting~

[bugeyedfreaks]

[gloryride]

Love around camp fire

📸 by @chevvy-yates ♥ (jay belongs to them too) Chevvy surprised me with these pretty pics about our drivers babies and aaaaah they're so pretty together like that ♥ i love jay sitting on enzo's lap, just casually close like that around a fire, just soft boys in love. Just funny thing, Jay looks more nomad than his nomad boyfriend in this outfit, hehehe ! Thanks friend for this lovely gift ♥♥

[musingmemories]

[the-acid-pear]

Something that I adore is when something is only Half a metaphor. Like the classic "yes the monster is a representation of grief but it's also real and it's coming for you". I think DSaF does that a lot with its body horror. Like lately I've been thinking of that line Harry says in fiery (flamey? I never get it right) ending about how every circuit of his board was SCREAMING at him to keep Bear alive but thing is, like... Yes, it'd do that, because he knows that if this bear goes down he will likely just be scrapped. You know what I'm saying? The "monster" (the reprogramming) is real but so is the metaphor (he's anxious about an untimely end)