#but like i luv him

[poppitron360]

Why is it just a collective fandom thing that we all draw Leo Valdez in a shirt and suspenders? It’s not like Nico’s aviator jacket- like it only mentions him wearing that outfit once, and it mentions more times about his army jacket and how that’s his favourite outfit because pockets so what’s with the suspenders? Why have we all just decided that that’s his thing? Even in fanarts where everyone else is in their chb t-shirts, Leo’s always wearing a white shirt with suspenders. It has become synonymous with his character at this point, and it’s almost hard to recognise him in fanarts where he’s not wearing them. Why is nobody talking about this???? Am I going crazy?? SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE SUSPENDERS, GUYS????

[hiphopcherrrypop]

something sowmthing the kageyama brothers + their blue eyed weirdboys

[hyunpic]

240819 hynjinnnn instagram live [*the mark on his arm is from manual therapy]

[userarmand]

I’ve been thinking about you a whole heap today. Was thinking about watching crappy TV with you on a Friday night. Eating take-away on your sofa. Watching old episodes of Top of the Pops from before I was born.

[makwandis]

a fearsome Prussian speared warrior- familiar with the rugged boggy terrain of Sambia and a ruthless opponent for any enemy of the Teutonic Order

used some references, playing around with new styles! here is gilbert sometime in the 1300s..

[yangjeongin]

[rumisgf]

i know kaminari is typically the airheaded one, but i like to think as his partner you surprisingly are able to turn your brain off around him.

for example,

when he’s teaching you how to play a video game, you suddenly forget how to make your character walk even if you already play games yourself.

“wait… how do i jump?”

“….”

he just laughs, letting his head fall on your shoulder as he taps the ‘A’ button on your controller. eventually, it leads to him guiding your with his hands over yours— basically playing the game for you. you just look at the screen like a kid who just went to disneyland for the first time, mouth open in a small ‘o’ shape and eyes mesmerized at the screen as he wins for you, still telling you “good job baby” (his favorite line and yours)

and of course, the usual: you letting him hold your hand to guide you while walking whether you already how to get to your destination or not, him always grabbing you by your waist and moving you out the way out possible things to bump into or trip over while you’re walking together as you fail to pay attention, buttoning up a shirt for you, re-teaching you how to use a can opener, him pulling a door open for you that clearly says ‘pull’ on the handle after you had been trying to push it open for two minutes straight, etc. his version of “mansplaining” is just you swooning over him as he explains things you know damn well you should damn well already know yourself. but around him, you don’t have to use your pretty little head for a thing.

[jinstronaut]

bangtan gif challenge ☆ → stage mix (one song) + your bias(es) ↳ boy with luv + seokjin 💗💗💗 (cr. namuspromised)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you are . . NOT !!

katsuki watches the maury show with you

you’re watching the maury show on your computer when katsuki marches into your room without a word and flops down next to you on your bed.

“ hello to you, too.” you snort. his words are muffled by your sheets but you’re about 90% sure he told you to shut up, you ignore it.

he lays face down on your bed for a while not saying anything and you know he’s had a long day and wants to be close to you without actually talking. you don’t mind, you’ll give him his space until he reaches out himself.

and he does after a little bit, turning his head around to face you as he looks from you to your computer screen, eyes focusing on the woman screaming that the man she cheated on her husband with was 100% not the father of her baby, mixed with the cheers of the audience.

he looks at you and raises a brow “ what’s happenin ?”

“ lady cheated on her husband with his brother.” you respond.

“ his brother ?” he repeats. his eyebrows furrow and you know he’s hooked. if there’s one thing katsuki loves but will never admit he does, it’s trash tv.

you nod, grinning somewhat evilly “his brother. now they’re trying to find out which one’s the father.”

he hums, scooting himself closer to you so he can see the screen too. he flips himself around so his neck isn’t craned at that awkward angle anymore and settles himself down right next to you. hook, line and sinker.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and shoves his head in your neck, breathing you in. you both don’t say anything. “do you want me to play it from the beginning for you ?” he shakes his head in your neck. you reach your hand up to scratch at his scalp and you smile when he sighs. he holds you a little tighter, pressing feather light kisses into your neck.

katsuki’s never been good at expressing himself with any other emotion that isn’t anger. it makes him feel stupid and weak and soft. he’s had a long fucking day and he doesn’t wanna talk about it, simply wanting to indulge in you but he can’t tell you that, can’t find the words to, so he tries to find other ways to tell you and he hopes you understand and you do.

katsuki’s thankful for you because sometimes he wants to talk, wants to open up about what’s bothering him but sometimes he doesn’t. he doesn’t and you don’t pry when you know he doesn’t and he’s so thankful for you. he presses kisses on your skin and soft bites at your flesh to convey just how thankful he is, how grateful he is for having you. he hopes every warm press of his lips against your skin can convey how much he loves you loving him. and it does, because you turn your head and kiss the side of his head so sweetly and he knows you’re it for him.

he’ll tell you all of this one day, he promises. he’ll tell you all the thoughts swimming around in his head one day, but he hopes this’ll do for now. and unknowingly to him, it absolutely does.

he pulls his head out of your neck and kisses you hard on the cheek one, two, three times and you giggle. you feel him smile into your cheek when he kisses you a fourth time.

“fuck’re they screamin’ about ?” he says and you turn to look back at the screen. the woman is yelling at her husband’s brother vehemently denying the possibility of him being her baby’s father. you feel a little bad for laughing. “ she says he’s not the dad” you answer.

he clicks his tongue “ why the fuck is she on the show then.” he says, turning his attention back to your computer but his grip on you stays secure. you press yourself a little closer to him.

you’re still smiling lightly when you look back at your screen, simply shrugging. “ she said something about her having more sex with her husband than with him.” you answer and he snorts.

“ ten bucks neither one of them’s the father.”

[somewhereincairparavel]

Gentle reminder that every time Jason Grace gave his offering to Jupiter, he prayed for his dad to help Nico. Just saying.

[teddybeartoji]

ok so what kind of a hybrid do we think yuuta is... i actually reaaally really like the idea of him being a wolf............... he's absolutely obsessed with your scent and marking you as his. like you come home and he's immediately pressing himself against you; he takes the bag from your hands, he helps you rid of your jacket and he's doing all that while nosing at your throat. he's taking inhaling so strongly that you almost laugh but then his hands are slipping down to your lower back before he's pulling you even closer. his tail is low and it's swinging side to side, it's going necessarily fast though – he's glad that you're finally home but he's clearly holding back his desire to push you back against the door and mark you with his own scent again. he's possessive, there's no doubt about it. but he just loves you so much okay:(((((((((

buuuuut i alsoooo really like the idea of him being like a bunny hybrid:3333 he blushes so easily, he gets flustered so easily – his tail twitches so cutely whenever you praise him and his ears droop so adorably when you tease him. you make him sit on your lap and he's terribly fidgety; he can't sit still and his face is flushed pink, his hands tremble as he gnaws at his bottom lip. he looks so beautiful. you make him bounce on your lap so you can watch him crumble. he tries to hide his face behind his hands but no, no – that just won't do. with a smile, you intertwine your fingers before pressing a kiss to the insides of his wrists. his head falls down against his chest – you're just too much for the poor boy:(((((((( he's leaking through his pretty panties, his cock aching as you just continue to relentlessly torture him:(((((((((((

[neon-ufo]

Song for August: Neon Knights by Black Sabbath

~~~ I got really into the sword & sorcery vibes lately so I decided that I wanted to paint August Lubi in the style of 70s pulp fantasy covers. Main inspiration for this was Michael Whelan (I pretty much directly referenced his green Elric cover for the raised arm)

This was challenging, but also incredibly fun! It was refreshing to work in such different way from my usual process! <:

[tojisun]

old mask ghost does things to me for real :(( he's so cunty it's annoying.

•°. *࿐

(he's also annoying in another ways—like breaking your heart, for example.

"this thing between us?" he asked, voice gentle as you two settled on your bed. the euphoria of your orgasm had filled you up with a certain sense of quiet elation, but you feel it slowly wilting into the heavy dregs of reality at his sudden prodding.

you hummed, not knowing where he was going with this.

you felt simon shrug, the warm drag of his palm over the slope of your back stuttering to a halt. this made you blink your eyes open, shifting enough to meet his gaze.

"what?"

he smiled. soft and charmingly cruel because—

"well, hope you remember that it's all physical, yeah?" he finally finished off, grinning like he did not just slam a hammer into your glass heart.

...oh.)

"fuck y'doin' here?" you ask, voice pinched in your exhaustion.

you feel too overstimulated—your jacket's falling off your shoulder, your pants are sliding off your hips, all the while the rain has drenched you. so really, all your clothes have no right to be grappling with your trembling body like this.

someone also blasted the damn heater in your apartment building.

who the fuck cranked it up that high? yeah, the rain's pouring but what the actual hel-

"oh, y'know," your menace of a friend-with-benefits says, shrugging. "missed you, s'all."

"oh, shut it," you snap, glaring up at him.

who even let him in?

all simon does is laugh, before shifting to grab some of the grocery bags you're carrying. thank god for that because if he didn't, you're a hundred percent sure you were going to fling the one with the jug of milk towards him, targeting his skull.

no bullet can kill this motherfucker but you and your jug of milk would sure be willing to try.

simon makes himself at home because of course he does. he's shameless like that. clearly no amount of distance would fix him; men used to come home changed after being shipped off-

"what're you murmurin' over there?" simon teases, his voice ricocheting from the small space of your kitchen.

you squeal, swivelling to stare up at him in your mortification. you rest your palm atop your chest, feeling it thudding against the webbings of your ribs, before feeling the full force of your stomach fluttering because he's so close.

god. you actually missed him.

the ridiculous mask is still on his face but he's at least removed those shades, giving you a view of his pretty, pretty eyes. they're crinkled in his smile, his cheeks pudging up from underneath his mask. despite all that, you note the way the skin around his eyes are gaunt, bagged with dark lines. exhaustion pulses from his very being and yet there he is, traversing the storm, just so he can settle in your apartment.

what was it again that he's running away from?

"c'mere," you finally say, a breathy mumble, and simon lets out a pleased little sigh as he crowds you with his bulk.

you lift a hand up, sliding your knuckles along the fraying material of his mask, before sliding your hand down to the base of his neck. the edges of his mask are curling slightly, a sign of its overuse, and you wonder how much has simon spent underneath this measly thing?

maybe he needs a new mask? where will you get one though? this man has such particular tastes-

"so? are you goin' to kiss me?"

your breath wavers, rasping into a quiet squeak, feeling your cheeks fill up with warmth. then, gently, almost tentatively, you pinch the edge of his mask, tugging it up.

he curls his hand around your wrist—something that you know must be grounding for him. his fingers twitch just slightly, tensed, and you wonder why he even gave you this privilege?

what pushed him to trust you so much?

the thoughts trickle into silence the moment the mask is lifted past simon's lips, resting just underneath his nose.

you're right, you think, giggling in your delight. he is smiling underneath that thing.

simon bends forward, forehead bumping against yours. the smell of old leather fills your senses, your nose twitching at the unfamiliar scent, before his chapped lips meet your own.

you will yourself not to think too much into this kiss—not to feel too much with this kiss—but it is futile.

after all, you have always been in love with him.

[coatl-cuddles]

Its MY blog and /// I /// GET TO POST CRINGE IF I WANT TO!!

[jesuistrestriste]

Punishing sub Art by blindfolding him during sex 😩

i think he’d think it was sooo silly at first. he’d full-on make fun of it! giggling as he blindly turns his head towards wherever your voice is coming from, the strip of fabric shielding his vision. “i feel dumb. this feels… dumb.”

and then you go from being several feet away from him to being inches from his neck, your warm breathing washing over his skin as you whisper into his ear, “oh? then maybe i’ll just take it off..”

but a whimper bubbles up in his chest and he’s too aroused to stop it from spilling out. he’s instantly reaching out for your body and fumbling to grab at your clothes; his cock swelling as a shiver passes through his form.

one thing leads to another, and then you’re fucking yourself on his cock. your tight, slick, squeezing core sliding up and down his throbbing length as you hold his hands and surprise him with kisses along the shell of his ear and his chest and his wrists. each one is unexpected with his eyes being covered, and each one shakes him down to his soul. everything is just so much more when he can’t see.

he can hear your labored breathing and his own moans clearer, he can taste your saliva on his tongue better from when you kissed him messily, and he can feel his flesh being stroked and soothed with your hole more intensely..

his orgasm crashes into him quicker than it usually does, and he feels like he’s cumming with every single cell in his body.

he lays there as you cry out atop him and work him through his release, and he just gasps and whines and squeezes your palms as he wonders why he ever dissed this idea.

[blossoms-phan]

dan could never