#but blease I just want

[spider-silk]

sure I’ll make another astarion post I’m not gonna even pretend to be normal about this man

Idk how many of y’all will understand the bone deep disappointment I felt when I went to ao3 and saw the sheer volume of smut on it.

Don’t get me wrong I love and support smut writers and don’t think ppl are wrong for writing about him. But I go through page after page after page after page of smutty PWP one shots and it’s just like :(

[wyndryga]

child safety lock you know its me......

[theonewhowails]

silly stuff i drew while reading Feel No Evil by @payasita , in which the Lamb does not know how to propose, Narinder does not know how to be alive, and neither of them knows what an obligate carnivore is

bonus? lmao

[anastacialy]

tracked down this clip just because of this post! have jokes from skizz and scar

[yellowvixen]

Thinking about the dream I had where I listened to the theme for Sonic x Shadow Generations, and it was a new song by Crush 40 called Dark Matter. I'm manifesting it. I want this dream to come true so badly

[gotchibam]

Finally finished sketching all the ko-fi doodles & comms from my backlog!! 🥹 Which means I'll be able to start w/ the new batch of comms soon! (btw there are still a few slots available)

Annnnd I just turned 30! Officially in the thirties gang now :o

I've been making lots of pokedoodles for ppl for years and now I kinda want to receive doodles too 👉👈...... if it isn't too much to ask..... since it's my bday, maybe you guys can drop by on my straw page & leave me a doodle? ;w;

[unknownfanartist]

hot take: my ass summoning lucifer to show him a ducky drawing as an offering for him to model for me so I can finish my art assignments

[godbirdart]

love gettin jumpscared every time tumblr throws me a random tracked tag post and it's some bot that happened to tag some bare naked tits as #plants

[thanotaphobia]

They both startle awake to the sound of screaming.

Missa is upright before he's even conscious, blankets a tangle around his arms, heart beating like he's just run a marathon. The screaming has already died down, but there are echoes of it in the air; Philza, rolling over beside him and pushing himself up on his elbows. Rubbing bleary eyes with one hand, the other occupied by his communicator.

"Chayanne," Missa gasps, "Los huevos-"

"It's Tallulah," Phil cuts him off. His voice is raspy. Already, Missa's heart has started to calm, but when he speaks it jumps a little once more. "She gets nightmares."

He turns the blue screen of the communicator towards Missa, who squints at it. It displays a small black and white security image of the egg's room downstairs, Chayanne and Tallulah's beds visible.

"Chayanne gets to her first, usually," Phil says, and Missa makes out two small heads of hair in Tallulah's bed. His chest aches, and when he looks at Phil, the other man looks exhausted. The bags under his eyes seem deeper, somehow. "It's fine."

"I will go to them," Missa says. He shoves the blankets away- they're gathered to his side of the bed in their sleep, but Phil doesn't seem bothered.

"Nah," Phil murmurs, already pushing himself further up and out of bed. "I'll go."

"I can help," Missa insists. Philza turns to look at him, as though he's tasting the air between them like a snake, sensing the thick desperation and guilt in Missa's voice. "I have to- make up for things."

"You don't have to make up for anything, mate," Phil tells him. For a moment, his fingers twitch, and in the quiet, intimate darkness of their bedroom, Missa almost thinks Phil is going to reach out. But then he looks away, and his hands still. "But you can come, if you want. They won't mind. Hell, it'll help."

He's halfway out of bed before Phil's done. "I will," he says. He's determined to settle back into their lives, really make it up to them, no matter what Phil says. He might as well start here. Before Phil opens the door, Missa catches up to him and impulsively grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers.

Both of them stop. Phil looks back at him.

"You are not alone in this," Missa says, a little strained, a lot terrified. He stumbles over his words, struggling to translate what he wants to say, the complexity of his emotion. He settles on: "Estoy contigo hasta la muerte."

In the dark, Phil's lips press together. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," he says quietly.

"It won't," Missa says, with more confidence then he feels. Something about the night, this night, makes him feel brave. He squeezes Phil's hand.

Phil squeezes back.

"¿Los huevos?" Missa prompts after a moment, and Phil blinks back to action. He drags his gaze away from Missa's face to the keypad by the door, nodding.

"Uh, right-" he says. "The eggs." Phil clears his throat. He does not let go of Missa's hand. Missa is one hundred percent fine with that. "Now, Tallulah's probably going to want another story, so I hope you have some good ones-"

Missa smiles to himself, and for a moment, lets himself believe they'll be okay.

[lunarharp]

into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the witch.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

[honeyimissjoo]

[bimbosupreme]

Your undying loyal servant

[beaft]

i don't normally mind serving people who don't speak any english, in fact it's an enjoyable opportunity to better my skill at charades, but when it's already past closing time and there's a queue and i'm meant to be catching an earlier train so i can pick up my already-overdue meds before the pharmacy closes? not so much.

[agent37]

haha... uh. WOE. BOBA BE UPON YE 😁

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[esotericdogboy]

Headcanon: Alice and Gerry already know each other because they’re in the same DnD campaign.

[emmybeebs-art]

i love them so fucking much 😭😭😭💕