#bro is magnificent

[toiletdesytr0ya]

𓍝💙💙Hower haming 💙💙𓍝

[scoopdi-woop]

Everyone say "Thank you, Elvira <3"

And my personal favourite

[bigirononhishipp]

Resting by the fire

[adonis-makes-bad-decisions]

This is close to becoming a Julián Álvarez fan page if I’ll be more active cause dawg that man is. He’s so bbg he’s just he’s so cutie patootie AAAJJHJABSK I’m actually losing my shit

Anyways how’s everybody doing😊😊

Also can’t stop crying over this bro did not hesitate ☠️😭

[snowflakeselfships]

[ohthatoneratkid]

Everything’s the same except Stiles has people falling for him all the time (that man is beautiful and it’s stupid that nobody got with him before)

[newdayzinthepark]

WHAT THE FUCK ??!!!?!? HAJFJCHCJV,,HAVIT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.

[kisscara]

I've just recently followed you, but just wanted to let you know that, that recent scara fic you made really blew me away like AHHHHH. Out of all the toxic scara fics I read, yours really hit the nail on my heart, REPEATEDLY.

I just thought you really captured his personality and his messy and delusional mindset.

I think the part that really touched me was where he curled up in his bed where he just wished you were there with him. (yes my tears increased tenfold from here)

So yeah remember to keep yourself hydrated and get plenty of sleep (as much as you can), stay safe and remember that you are an amazing writer for making me feel like that😊💜

IT'S YOU BRO YOU GET ME. THANK YOU SOSO MUCH IM OVERJOYED U LOVED IT

[flamingpaige]

WAIT I FOUND ANOTHER ANGLE

me when the the

[stump-o-matically]

recent stump photos and my god is he looking GOOD tf is he doing growing a mullet... and why do I love it 🤤😧😁

[shortbreadly]

sorry blitzo, sucks to suck i guess

[olgipolgi]

Davrin the Grey Warden 💙

[bedheadloser]

i need him ong 🤷

I am politely asking for you to write about Erin cross dressing please

(Going off an old request I vaguely remember with Erin overhearing you like feminine guys)

"They're so cute- Hey, Y/n what do you like in a partner?"

Erin leans back in his seat away from the commotion at his table to eavesdrop on yours. You were surrounded by friends flapping their gums over someone one of them was interested in - put on the spot for not giving your two cents.

"Uh, I don't know- someone pretty I guess."

"You mean like those people you follow who wear nice makeup and skirts?"

Your coughing fit is enough of an answer for everyone listening in on the conversation. Erin returns to his group, subconsciously groping his features. He had some softer details thanks to his mother, but was he what others would call pretty? The tingle in his chest combated the nausea from eating school food at the thought of you praising his looks. He picks up a tater tot and chucks it at a girl across the table; it being the only way to get her attention otherwise.

She picks it out of her fruit cup. "What the hell, Erin?!"

"Shut up and give me your lip gloss, Bea."

"Why in the fuck would I do that?"

"I'll tell coach you're the one who stole her flask and replaced it with bleach for giving the lead spot in the parade to someone else."

Beatrix angrily shifts through her bag. "Here."

"Thank you." He tosses her his unopened cup as he gets up from the table and heads to the bathroom. He stops by the janitor's closet and jimmies the broken lock until it pops open, grabbing the out of order sign. He wants for everyone to come out of the restroom and sets the sign up as he enters.

Erin reevaluates himself in the mirror. His long hair did confuse the older crowd when they saw him from a distance. He tucks it all into a high ponytail using a spare bracket as a band. Next, he pulls out the cheerleader's makeup. This isn't his first time with the stuff. Both his mom and older sibling dressed him up in the past whenever he asked about their clothes and was interested in trying them. He let his mother put eye shadow on him whenever they went out as a family.

Erin dispenses some of the gloss on his finger, puckering his lips as he cakes them in the foundation. He smacks them together to even the coat out and looks at the results in the mirror.

It's a start. The gloss is barely noticeable outside bright light, but it adds a little more volume to his lips. He goes back in to work on other parts of himself, but the bell cuts his session short.

"Shit!"

Erin hurries out of the bathroom and down to the cafeteria; forgetting about the sign in his haste. The dining area is nearly empty by the time he gets back, and you didn't have the next period together. He looks back to see if you've already gone, the next person to walk by bumping straight into him.

"Sorry- Oh, hey Erin."

"Sup."

You look him up and down. Erin's teeth pick at his lips in anticipation.

"Not much. You look good. See you next period."

The light force of you walking by almost knocks Erin off his feet. You said something nice about him. He didn't think he'd get this far. Maybe a passing glance, but you completely acknowledge him. You thought he looked good. It was a high he never wanted to fall from. One he craved more of with only one possible solution.

-

Erin hisses in pain as the teeth of his skirt's zipper lodge into his skin. "Fucking damn it-"

He pulls the fabric away from his hip and zips it up; kicking an empty shipping box under his bed. It sticks out of the corner due to the other packages overcrowding the space, but he was too excited to take care of them now or throughout the week they all had arrived. The skirt was the final piece of his outfit which also took the most time to arrive. Erin hooks mini pearl earrings in his ears and pulls his shirt from inside the shirt before looking at himself in the full body mirror by his closet.

The outfit consisted of an off the shoulder light pink top and a black skirt that went down to his thighs. The rest of his legs were covered by white stockings and his ginger hair was yet again pulled back. He wore a more noticeable shade of gloss on his lips and his long eyelashes were extended with the use of a wand. His regular choker was switched with a red one with a heart shaped dog tag. He had muscle, but the skirt hugged his body in a way that showed off his curves. Staring at himself, Erin felt pretty. Time for the next phase.

Erin snaps a photo of him at the mirror. He then gets in his bed with his back against the headboard. He grabs a pillow and hugs it to his chest, tugging his shirt down a bit more as he gets into position. He makes sure that his stocking clad thighs are in frame as he takes another pic and pulls up his contact. He knew your number by heart from the various acquaintances he hustled it off of and when you gave it to himself yourself for a project, but what good boyfriend doesn't have their partner in their phone without a cute title?

Erin sends you the pictures without saying a word. He waits about five minutes to pick up his phone again, both happy and disappointed you haven't opened his text.

"Sorry for the pics. Lost a bet and sent them to the wrong number."

His heart leaps out of his chest as his phone chimes.

"No worries. Hope this is okay for me to say, but you look pretty."

It's more than okay. Erin stares at his phone for ages; eyes rolling over the message countless times yet his brain fails to retain it to memory. He'd probably explode if it did. He experiences a moment of clarity in wondering what your expression was when you saw him. Did you see him as desirable. Did you crave him as badly?

Luck worked in Erin's favor that night - for he may soon have an answer.

"Hey- actually, do you want to come over? I'm bored and thought we could hang out or something."

[addystuffs]

ok ok ok i need to talk about smth i noticed watching the new helluva boss ep.. spoilers obvi.

so during 2 minute notice, when fizz finally calls out mammons name, sure, we see him get pretty pissed.

but he doesnt actually do anything until fizz says he quits.

he does not care if fizz lyrically roasts him. he only cares if he loses him. the face of his brand. because thats the most important thing to him. fizz raking in money. because like ozzie said, fizz is a way better performer than him.

he is so greedy, he is ready to let fizz yell "fuck you" over and over in a song, as long as he still works for him.

anyway just another reason mammon fucking sucks!!

[chvse-brody]

Ok, so I think I figured out the whispers. I just need feedback from you guys. Do u hear anything different, and what does the last part say??

[s0ap-bubbles]

Every time someone draws wolfwood without his fat nose an angel loses its wings