#amen on this shit

[shushmal]

Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.

"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.

He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.

"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.

So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?

Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.

He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.

"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"

"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"

"Come with me," Eddie burst.

And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.

"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"

Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"

"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."

"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."

All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.

[i-hear-a-sound]

girl . girl

[bulbabutt]

yeah alright ima be that asshole cuz i dont see anyone else doing it

block this person fr this is literally them celebrating trump if you guys cannot put that together (which im not judging if you couldnt tell thats what this was, but i wanna make it clear if you were in the likes and didnt realize) imagine being this fucking cringe where people can see it lmfao

if you dont recognize them theyre doin that disaster twins comic about leo coming back from the dead. block em.

this actually deserves to be shamed. we dont fuckin sit by and accept that shit shame em.

people are gonna start feeling too proud of this DONT LET THEM BE.

[tokopng]

big man big naturals.

[moopsoup]

husband!nanami who touches you like he knows you, like he’s memorized every little thing that makes you fall apart. because he has. he knows your body like the back of his hand. his fingers sink into you slow, deep, pressing right against that spot that makes your breath hitch and your thighs trembling around his hand.

he watches you, eyes dark, focused, taking in every little reaction, every flutter of your lashes, every quiet gasp. “there we go,” he murmurs, voice smooth and steady as if he isn’t painfully hard just from feeling you clench around him. his thumb circles your clit, unhurried but firm until you’re arching into him “yeah? feels good?” he whispers, dipping down to kiss you slow, deep, swallowing every little sound as he works you right over the edge.

[bucksaiga]

I'm sure somebody who's brain isn't filled with gay horny mush will be able to make a quality version of this post but

If this show gives me nothing else. I will live with the fact that Bucktommy dry humping is canon

[nikinikori]

GHOULCY + Ship Tropes

[stefisdoingthings]

MY GREAT GUILT

[saltressmistress]

HI I MADE FANART

I MADE FANART OF BEELZEBUB BCUZ I LOVE THEM--

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :D 💖💖💖💖💖🪰🪰🪰🪰🪰

Here's like the ref image, legit just color picked from it dfsjhgfdsjghjhdsf more or less a practice piece (i got too lazy to clean it up properly x_x)

[radioactive-dazey]

Thank you sanders sides artists, cosplayers, and fic writers for doing what you do to keep the fandom alive

[rwrbmovie]

rwrbonprime father, son, & holy spirit

[theinfinitedivides]

wait. wait a fucking second i just realized this but Armand ripping the newspaper off the window and going 'it's morning!!!!!!!!' has the same energy as that one Vine with the pots and pans and auditory bludgeoning of fellow roommates. yk the one. Tanisha Thomas icon i didn't get no fucking sleep 'cause of y'all y'all not gon get no sleep 'cause of me type energy same to same

[shootingstarrfish]

oh to have a beautiful vampire tell me im beneath him and rip my throat out.... i mean what

[aiscapades]

i hear amon pronounce the ou in your and i know that southern accent is fake

[flipit-turnways]

....

hes right behind me isnt he

(johndave week 2024 day 1 - movies / video games)

i fucked up the prompt im sorry gang. have it anyway

[srslylini]

the only political story they told in Arcane season 2 is how religion indoctrinates politics when it shouldn't... and I'm oh so sure that was an accident

win I guess?