#cannot believe I won this

[kitabearuwu]

Check it out gaymers!!

[maximura]

[cranberrymoons]

the fact that eddie had six billion times more chemistry and sexual tension with that priest in their 4 minutes of shared screen time than he’s ever had with any of his girlfriends. truly incredible stuff, THIS IS YOUR GAY EDDIE!!!!!!!!!! he is happy and joyful and free and flirty and being gentle with himself and not sad or tragic or lonely even a little bit!!!! he is not mired in self hatred or drowning in angst, he is getting hit on under the sun and SMILINGGGGGGG and dancing in his UNDERWEAR ABOUT IT!!!!!

[baethinker]

BREWING LOVE episode, 01. Dir, Park Sun-ho

[warningsine]

[derangedorange]

Congrats to team past! I'm glad I got to fight alongside Callie and Marie

[urfavoritemistake]

sorry i'm back in my 2015 triangle yaoi phase i will NOT shut up

[skitskatdacat63]

JAYVIK CANON?!!!!??????? JAYVIK CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE ACTUALLY???????? JAYVIK CENTRAL INTEGRAL PART OF THE PLOT?????? JAYVIK THE WHOLE REASON THE WHOLE PLOT EVEN HAPPENED!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!! JAYVIK SPACE MARRIED???????? JAYVIK PARTNERS FOR EVER??????? JAYVIK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JAYVIK CANON TO ME!!!!!!!

[strangersatellites]

pride, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

envy (noun) - a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.

Logically, Steve knows it's not real.

He knows that. 

He knows Eddie loves him and that this is all work.

That doesn't make it any easier to watch supermodels hang all over his boyfriend. See lipstick stains pressed all over his neck, and jeweled hands dragging all over his body.

Eddie’s pretty, lazy smile doesn’t help either. 

Steve’s spent the better part of the morning sitting in a secluded corner of this studio and watching Eddie bark instructions at his manager and his bandmates and even the camera crew.

The video was going to be great, no doubt. The song was already amazing.

But couldn’t this shoot have been a little less…

He doesn’t know.

All he does know is that he would give anything to be in those girls’ place.

It’s not that he wants to be in the video. He doesn’t like that attention.

It’s not even that he wants to stake his claim over his boyfriend.

He just wants people to know. 

That Eddie’s taken. That he’s his.

But he can’t. And he knows that. Knows it’s not smart. That Steve’s got too much riding on his teaching career to be publicly linked to famed sex-symbol musician Eddie Munson.

It doesn’t make him want it any less.

Doesn’t make him not want those vinyl-covered legs around his waist. Ringed fingers tugging at his hair. 

But instead he sits. And he watches.

The ride home that night is tense. Steve feels it. He’s pretty sure their driver feels it if the lowered music and open window are anything to go by. 

No matter how hard he tries to shake it, the jealousy has dug its claws in deep. It's scratching at his chest and making him itch. Making him feel like he’s going to jump out of his skin.

But here Eddie is stretched across the seats and is smoking out the window without a care in the world. 

Cool it Steve. You’re being ridiculous.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to will the feeling away. But with his eyes closed he sees hands. Lipstick. Smiles that are all teeth.

He throws his head back with a groan as the driver opens the door when they’re home.

Finally.

They’re hardly through the door when Steve’s got his hands on him. 

Got his hands shoved up over his head and his tongue in his mouth.

Eddie gasps against his lips, and there’s a question in the sound to which Steve responds “Mine.”

He feels Eddie’s hands shoving at his chest and he sees his eyebrows scrunch up in concern.

“Steve, what's wrong?” He asks and Steve hates that.

Hates that he’s worried about Steve and all he is is jealous.

He grabs both sides of Eddie’s face and thumbs at a bit of lipstick that’s still smudged against his cheek. Feels that jealousy flare up green and ugly once more.

He shakes his own head and furrows his brows when he whispers a quiet, shy, “Don’t like them touching you like that when I can’t.”

Eddie’s eyes soften and his own hands wrap around Steve’s wrist and he hums.

“Yeah, I know you don’t sweetheart,” he purrs, moving his arms up to wrap around Steve’s neck. “Got me all to yourself now though, hm?”

And maybe it's not right the way Eddie enables him. Maybe it's not healthy, maybe it's not good.

But it digs its claws in again and this time has Steve grabbing Eddie around the waist and hoisting him up and over his shoulder before stalking off toward their room.

He huffs a laugh through his nose and digs his fingers into the back of his thigh. “Sure do baby. And I’ve got nothing but time.”

*****

A few minutes later has Eddie naked and writhing against the sheets as Steve torments him.

He’s got a cold cloth to scrub at the marks left on Eddie’s skin followed by Steve’s teeth leaving a mark of his own. 

By the time Eddie’s chest is marred with bruises he’s got his head thrown back in the pillows and his breathing is ragged.

Steve crawls back up his body and captures his lips with his own. It's all force, all teeth, all love. 

He brings a hand up to tilt Eddie’s chin higher and he whines in return. Steve smirks down at him and tilts his head in question.

“Who’s are you, baby?”

Eddie gasps and grabs at Steve’s hips grinding down against his own.

“Yours, Stevie. Fuck, I’m yours baby.”

Steve kisses him once more, all chaste and sweet before he’s back up on his knees.

And if Eddie enables his jealous streak, Steve enables his love of being manhandled.

“Legs up, babe,” he says and Eddie has the nerve to blush.

But then Steve’s got his hands in the creases of his thighs and drags him up and over his own lap and Eddie groans from deep in his chest. 

Steve laughs. “Those pretty girls can’t do all this, huh?”

Eddie rolls his eyes but he’s smiling and he’s so, so pretty like this. Covered in Steve’s bruises and hard against his stomach. Skin soft and marked with ink where he’s stretched out all for Steve to take. 

Steve loses himself a little in the sounds and the feeling of opening him up on his fingers. Always goes a little cross-eyed watching how much Eddie lets himself feel.

But then he sees Eddie slide a hand down his own chest to wrap around his dick and Steve snaps back into reality in an instant. He bats Eddie’s hand out of the way and shushes his affronted scoff.

“Thought you were all mine, sweetheart. That means this is just for me,” he purrs on an upward tug and a deep slide in.

Eddie rolls his eyes but grabs at his shoulders and drags him forward.

“Then fucking come on then, or I’ll find somebody else to fuck me.”

And he knows it's not real.

He knows that.

But it flares up green anyway and he’s got his teeth sunk into Eddie’s neck and his own hips pressing into him. In the back of his mind he can hear the pleased hiss that Eddie doesn’t manage to hold back, but the forefront of his head is louder, saying “Mine, mine, mine.” He thinks maybe his mouth is too.

Once again he loses himself in the feeling. In the tight heat of Eddie’s body and the circle of his arms around his neck. In the words he can feel Eddie whispering in his ear but can’t decipher. In the knowledge that they can look and they can touch but they can’t take from Eddie Munson. Not like Steve can.

He drags himself back down in time with a whine from the back of Eddie’s throat and snakes a hand back to tug him off.

Eddie’s eyes are watery and they sparkle deep and dark when they blink up at him. He tangles his hands in Steve’s hair and he presses his nose up against Steve’s own.

“‘M all yours sweetheart,” He gasps in time with a deep grind of Steve’s hips. “I’m all yours and nobody’s gonna take that away.”

If Steve wasn’t on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm he might have something sweet to say. But as it is, he’s still a little wrapped up in the ugly green feeling of jealousy, and it has him tugging Eddie’s hips back sharp and hard with a near-growl of “Nobody gets this but me.”

He thinks Eddie says something back before he’s coming up his own chest but Steve can’t hear it over the rushing white noise of release. 

When his breathing slows back down and his head is no longer spinning with lips and teeth and hands Eddie drags a hand through his hair where he’s laid against his chest.

“Hey baby?” He asks.

Steve hums in response.

“Do you know why our shoot took so long today?”

His brows furrow in confusion and he props his chin up against his hand.

“What do you mean?”

Eddie smiles at him, pretty and lazy, and Steve’s favorite.

“Video shoots usually only take a few hours. We were there all day because I couldn’t get my head on straight. They had to retake that close-up shot nine times because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

And that's just Eddie’s flattery at work. Steve rolls his eyes but he insists.

“I’m serious, Stevie! You think you can sit in on my shoot with girls climbing all over me looking soooo cool and soooo handsome in your ass jeans and my shirt and I’d be thinking about anything but you? Yeah fucking right, man.”

He feels his cheeks blush pink and he drops a kiss to Eddie’s collarbone.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Eddie’s smile is blinding and his dimple is deep. “I love you back, sweetheart. You’re all that’s ever on my mind.”

[daily-cabby]

[apollos-boyfriend]

SPARKLEZ NATION KILLED

hit the showers everypony. good work out there o7

[delicatefalice]

[jesselouiscox]

The housing market in Final Fantasy 14 is truly something else.

[sophfandoms53]

Good day to be a striker fan LMAO

I mean the show literally made this incredibly obvious in Western Energy but some ppl don’t pay attention bc he’s an antagonist and that drives me nuts bc regardless of his villain stance in the narrative; his anger and pain are on full display in this scene it runs circles in my head constantly.

The eye twitch always stuck out to me too, this vendetta is incredibly personal for Striker and it always has been.

[kohakhearts]

randomly thinking about pikachu's popularity as a mascot but also like in-universe imagining how many little kids would see ash and pikachu win the world championships and decide that they simply Must have a pikachu. you could take this from the angle of like, ash's championship win indirectly dramatically changes the viridian forest ecosystem and other pikachu habitats, but also, imagine how many young trainers + pikachu partners ash starts encountering on his journeys after that who are all clearly awestruck by him. i like to think he would be like "huh weird we've been battling a lot of pikachu lately" and not make the connection that this is His Impact

i'm OBSESSED with this concept and if i had more time/energy i would have immediately written a fic when you sent this because it's so funny to me but alas :p but i'm seeing this with like...all of the above implications like

ash visiting home sometime down the road and crossing paths with gary or tracey maybe, who is/are currently trying to figure out why there's a sudden influx of rattata in the viridian forest area. ash might even help them investigate a bit, you know, 'cause he's helpful like that. he doesn't get the implications. he hears "pikachu and rattata don't tend to make their homes in the same areas" and thinks the reason rattata are popping up suddenly is just that they've gotten over some territorial difference. "i mean obviously there are still pikachu in the forest - we just fought like three of them!"

so he leaves his friends at the oak laboratory absolutely flabbergasted and moves on. he keeps seeing trainers with pikachu, which is great. they ask for a battle and he obliges and it never even registers to him the starstruck look in those trainers' eyes has anything to do with him. he's just like, yeah my buddy's great, isn't he? your pikachu's great too! keep training! :)

when he hears from misty about all these new gym challengers with pikachu, he doesn't think too much about it. i mean, come on, it's a water-type gym. of course they're gonna bring an electric type. when he hears from brock that his brother said the same thing is happening in pewter city, well, that's just new trainers trying to think outside the box. forrest is probably exaggerating a bit anyway, maybe he's just embarrassed that his rock types got beaten by a pikachu? there are simply no dots to connect

of course, this isn't only happening in kanto, though. he hears from cilan about seeing more pikachu than usual in unova, a concerning trend considering pikachu aren't exactly native to the region. ash figures it's just more visitors from outside regions, like he was. it's so cool to see more people embracing inter-region travel! that's probably the one thing he does know he motivated others to do - i mean, surely being the kanto-native champion of alola would inspire a few trainers out there to tackle far-off leagues of their own? he inspired his friends to do it, so it's only fair that trainers who caught his big championship win on tv might have felt similarly!

except he's got the whole thing wrong, of course. one of his more research-oriented friends (i'm betting sophocles) has absolutely been crunching numbers and can 100% confirm that new trainers taking on the league challenge in most regions are about 20457x more likely to have a pikachu in their active roster this year than any year before. ash doesn't have a response to that one, because he's simply too baffled by the metrics of this study to digest the implications of it. he's really hung up on the idea that somehow sophocles met all these people as opposed to acknowledging the more likely scenario that he hacked into the league's database, because how would he even do that? ash isn't thinking about ethics or anything. he's just wondering how he can meet all these trainers too because he'd really like to battle them all, wow!

so basically, everyone else has figured it out...except for ash. he keeps getting approached by strangers asking him about training methods specific to pikachu, which he has no answer for other than "uhh rubber gloves don't really work i guess?" (and then ofc he'd say something very Ash about how no matter what kind of pokemon you're training you just have to believe in them etc etc) because the thing all those people don't realize is he never set out to train a pikachu in the first place. arguably, his pikachu trained him. and that pikachu? absolutely knows what's going on, and finds it hilarious. but he won't tell ash. he's having fun meeting all these different pikachu, anyway :p

[aamaryst]

happy ending~