#and then they’ll kiss

[softestepilogue]

look we all know eddie is a bisexual man.

but eddie’s number one sexuality is selfsabotagesexual.

[panista]

Something something wildlife shiny duo

Seperate pics under cut

[crowskullls]

I couldn’t be a minecraft creator because if I was doing freaky gay roleplay with my friends and then got called siblings I would just end it all

[faint-i-wont-be-ignored]

To be fair it was funny, also exactly what we need

you're laughing. tyler and josh basically got married on stage last night and you're laughing

[doodlintv]

Started listening to Sherlock & Co. and I was unfortunately not immune to Johnlock propaganda….

[prythianpages]

thinking about the New Year’s Eve trend where you go under the table (also I always grew up hearing that going under the table will bring you a luck in finding a partner but now I see the trend is to go under the table and eat 12 grapes so now idk what the actual tradition is lol, anyways back to my little thought):

You made sure to have the grapes ready at this year’s NYE, talking excitedly about the man you want to manifest with Nesta…who knows what she’s doing and suggesting traits that tease at Azriel. Cassian thinks it’s hilarious and he is also excited to see if you’ll actually be able to devour all 12 grapes so fast, already placing bets with Feyre.

Meanwhile, Azriel, who is madly crushing on you, watches from his corner of the room. He thinks it’s just all fun and games…this can’t really work, right? I mean, why would it work? There’s no real magic behind this…

But then Mor casually brings up that she had done this one NYE and it brought her, her most memorable fling and she sighs wistfully…panic begins to stir in Azriel.

The clock is ticking…

Azriel’s shadows begin to dance frantically around him, mirroring his inner turmoil as the inner circle prepares to cheer you on.

His eyes widen when you scoop a couple of grapes into your hand because Mother above, you’re actually going to do this and what if it actually works and he never gets a chance to confess…

10…9…8…

Azriel suddenly appears at your side, wings knocking awkwardly against the table, his shoulder bumping yours as he makes himself fit in that small space.

“Az, what are you—“

“I have to tell you something.”

“Right now??”

7…6…

Azriel reaches for your hand, the one that is holding onto a handful of grapes, and lowers it. A confused frown settles on your features and he coaxes your gaze to his with his other hand, eyes searching yours.

“Az—“

5…4…

The hand clutching the handful of grapes twitches in his grip, still determined to complete the tradition.

3…2…

But Azriel tightens his hold and wastes no more time. He leans in, crashing his lips against yours and pulling you into a frantic but sweet kiss.

“Happy new year!”

When he pulls away, your cheeks are flushed and eyes are wide but there’s a smile on your face. “What else do you have to tell me?”

Azriel only grins and says “so much more,” before kissing you again.

[fkitwebhaal]

Astarion: I need to manipulate someone to get these people to protect me

The entire party, after learning about Cazador: Hey, so we’re killing that guy right?

[chloesimaginationthings]

FF’s bright blue peepers

[delphis-oracle]

yk who else doesn’t have valentines dlc

vanderwood

valentines post part 57 guys there’s new content that means vanderwood route is coming its COMING its ON THE WAY it WILL GET HERE I SWEAR ITS COMING I SCREAM AS THEY DRAG ME AWAY

but until then i will continue to feed the,,,, like five vanderwood fans that exist

i warned u i love love month expect more if i can also get my work done (im not)

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Steve is always giggling and doing the most cutesy, flirty, lovey dovey shit at the most random times. And it never fails to catch Billy off guard.

They’ll be watching tv in their boxers, beer cans and pizza boxes littering the coffee table, and Steve will realize they’re sitting next to each other and stretch an arm around Billy’s shoulders. He’ll pull him close and smile when the blond fusses and shoves at him, ultimately getting his way.

He’ll decide to hold Billy’s hand when they’re driving, or when they’re smoking on the porch, or even if they’re sat near each other at a table.

It doesn’t matter if Billy just finished telling him to fuck off or that he’s an arrogant asshole, Steve will giggle and then a compliment will roll off his tongue like the charm is merely second nature. He’ll wink. Make the pit of Billy’s stomach squirm.

And then Billy notices just how often the bullshit works on him.

Like the time they were over at the Byers’ place for a kickback, or whatever it’s called when a group of 20-something year olds sit around day-drinking, and Steve pouted any time Billy wasn’t right next to him.

He beckoned him over casually. Patted his leg. Stared longingly until Billy huffed and shuffled in beside him on the sofa like an aloof cat that wanted nothing to do with its owner.

That is, until Steve hummed happily and looped an arm around his shoulder. Dragged him closer and flattened his hand against his chest, holding him still. Caging him in.

Collaring him.

It’s suffice to say that Billy didn’t really stray too far after that, despite the look on his face screaming utter annoyance.

It comes to a head on Valentine’s Day, of all days.

They see a movie. Grab a burger on the way home, where Steve has another selection of rental tapes to choose from and an array of snacks to pick at.

Even at a glance, it’s clear that he planned all of it out. Budgeted. Hell, he even cleaned the apartment while Billy was out running errands with Max earlier in the morning. It’s endearing. Makes Billy feel soft, tucked into Steve’s side on their couch, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he laughs at the tv.

Then, after spending hours together, Steve shuts the tv off. Stretches. Glances at the blond and smiles, eyes half-lidded.

“Wanna watch the rest tomorrow? I’m beat,” he says.

For a beat, Billy just stares at him. It has Steve glancing away and back nervously, and holding his breath when Billy’s brows knit together.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? That’s it?”

“What?” Steve sputters out. “Did you… wanna turn the tv back on?”

His eyes blow wide when Billy takes a fistful of his shirt. When he gets close and mean like he used to back when they hated each other, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

Just like back then, Steve does nothing when his power is checked but sit and stare.

Typical.

“Do you like me, or what?” Billy demands.

Lightly shakes the brunet to prompt him for an answer when he gives none.

“I like you,” Steve blurts. “I thought that was obvious? We’ve been friends for—“

“Don’t piss me off, Harrington.” Billy searches his face for a moment, unable to keep the words from sinking in. Unable to keep his eyes from turning misty when he thinks of the word friend. “God, you’re a douchebag, y’know that?”

His voice waivers slightly near the end, and he loosens his grip on Steve’s shirt. Shoves him further into the couch as he stands up from his seat, aiming to stalk off to his room and lock the door behind him. Or, better yet, to snatch his keys and fuck off for the night.

But Steve catches his wrist before he’s taken more than a couple of steps, stopping him in his tracks.

“Hey,” Steve coos. Swipes his thumb softly against the inside of Billy’s wrist. “I’m sorry, for whatever I did, okay? Sit down and let’s talk.”

Billy pulls his hand free and scoffs.

“It’s what you didn’t do, dickhead.”

“Ouch, sweetheart, I’m just trying to figure this out, okay?”

Steve scoots to the edge of his seat and reaches again, concern plastered on his face, and huffs when Billy dodges him.

The blond grits his teeth and shakes his head.

“That shit, right there,” he rasps. “Are you messing with me? Trying to get a rise out of your fag roommate for a long-winded joke? ‘Cause I think the punchline’s overdue.”

He knows he’s in borderline hysterics when his voice cracks, and Steve’s face is stricken with horror at his words. Words that take a moment to circulate, to process. Words that make a heat begin to rise up Steve’s neck like the licks of a flame.

He stands as well, and Billy staggers back another step or two, breathing hard.

What he expects, he isn’t sure. Maybe Steve will hit him, insulted by what he’s insinuated, or maybe he’ll simply cuss him out. Tell him to grab his shit and never come back.

He’s not expecting Steve to hug him.

The brunet practically lunges forward, and Billy puts his arms up defensively. Gasps quietly when he’s encased in a tight hug, strong arms wrapping around him and holding him close.

“I’m sorry,” Steve breathes. Hooks his chin over Billy’s shoulder and squeezes. “I’ve never been good at, well, going for it,” he admits. “I didn’t mean to lead you on. Or make you think I was leading you on, so I’m— I’m sorry.”

Billy staggers slightly on his feet, unsure of what to do with all of the energy buzzing in his veins. Steve’s hold on him remains sturdy, though, and he wills himself to relax with an exhale.

Slowly drops his arms, and brings them up to wrap gently around Steve in return.

“What did you mean to do?” he asks, softly.

The brunet sighs. Slumps into the embrace, tracing little shapes into Billy’s back with the tips of his fingers.

“You’re pretty hard to read,” Steve admits. “Guess I was trying to warm you up enough to make my move.”

“Warm me up?”

“You don’t exactly act like you like me,” Steve chuckles. “I have to beg for your attention, and even when I get it, you usually seem annoyed. I thought maybe if I started doing stuff for you more often like today, maybe you’d… I dunno, tolerate me more. Or something.”

The confession has Billy’s blood running cold.

He retraces their steps from the day in his mind, running over every minuscule romantic gesture Steve performed from playing Billy’s music in the car to paying for everything to the gifts he gave him. He thinks about how, even though he considered it, he didn’t get Steve the card he was eyeing in the store earlier this week because he figured it’d be too obvious.

He didn’t get Steve anything for Valentine’s Day. He didn’t get Steve anything, and he threw a fit after being taken on the best date he’s ever had in his life. He bitched about a date he went on with a guy who doesn’t even think his feelings are reciprocated.

And Steve’s apologizing to him.

“Jesus, Stevie, I’m the douchebag,” Billy huffs. He gives the brunet a strong squeeze and earns a surprised grunt. “This whole time I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, I could’ve just been flirting back.”

“You’re not a douchebag, Bill.”

“Yes, I am.” Billy laughs and shakes his head. “God, you sweet dork.”

“Hey,” Steve scoffs.

He leans back, a little smirk on his face that Billy mirrors with his own.

“Y’know, I would’ve gotten you something if I—“

“If you weren’t a douchebag?”

Billy purses his lips. Interlocks his fingers over the small of Steve’s back as he tries to suppress his grin.

The brunet relaxes his hold. Dangles his arms around Billy’s neck, fussing with a lock of his hair behind his back as he all but swoons, eyes flicking down to Billy’s lips.

The look on his face has Billy feeling like maybe it isn’t too late to return some Valentine’s Day love where it’s due.

“Yeah, pretty boy, if I wasn’t a douchebag.”

[amusl02]

Son of Ogre

[breezysuffers]

okay so most vampires don’t have scars, due to the super fast healing and shit, whatever injuries they might’ve had healed before they could scar. all except for the mark where they were bitten to turn.

it’s usually just your casual two circles, and normally they’re pretty neat, and intentional looking. Most vamps embrace/don’t try to hide it etc.

but Sam’s is messy and looks incredibly violent, because when he was fighting her she had to bite down multiple times to get a good grip. The bite where she eventually got deep enough to drink is a lot wider usual.

he covers it up the best he can.

[cl0wnstuff]

harry after a fight with draco (and then they kiss and stuff)

with his ultraviolenceeeeee

(i was listening to ultraviolence and teeth while doing this, i needed to caught the vibe 🧘🏻🧘🏻)

[cucumbermoon]

It’s a tragedy that Wodehouse never wrote a story about Jeeves and Bertie visiting the Biffen household. The personal politics at play in such a story would have been so complex. Would Jeeves stay in guest quarters or servant quarters? Would he dine with them? How on Earth would either Jeeves or Bertie handle being seated at the same dinner table?? Bertie could have learned Jeeves’s first name three (or fifty) years earlier than he actually did. I want this story, Plum. Get up out of your grave and write it, or I will have to do it myself.

[gomzdrawfr]

At another family gathering and then my brother (piece of shiiii /affectionate) decided to tell my younger cousins that I draw AND THE AUNT HEARD and started asking what I draw

Me: uh

Me: stuff

[bearlytolerant]

well this happened. Emmrich can charm his way into any spirit’s heart.