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[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

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tale as old as time

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[ursiday]

Doodles of Elsa and Viktor from a little while back that ended up going along with this small animation I did

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𖤐 A Dreaded Summer Day 𖤐

𓉸ྀི Kinktober Day 2 Eddie Munson ⟢ Voyeurism/Breeding 𓉸ྀི

Warnings: Outside sex, unprotected sex, switch!Eddie, switch!reader, breeding kink, alternative!fem!reader, lil bit of degradation and spanking, 69ing, Jacob’s ladder piercing, no physical descriptions of reader besides her outfit, Eddie & reader being sooo in luv. The kink WAS spanking originally but subby!Eddie took the wheel and I changed it around 18+MDNI

You and Eddie hardly ever go on “conventional” dates and tonight is no exception. The warm September days were fading into autumn nights and your boyfriend figured what better time for a midnight cemetery picnic? He filled your vintage picnic basket you found at the thrift store with all your favorite treats and then stopped on the way for a pizza for the two of you to share. He spread out a thick blanket under a big willow tree and even made you a brand new mix tape and brought his boombox for mood music. The leaves were starting to change, even a few starting to fall on the grass that was getting more and more brown by the day. The breeze that whooshed through the air smelled like the promise of rain in the next few days and the full moon was shining perfectly in the cloudless sky above you. It also doesn’t hurt that you have your gorgeous boyfriend with you.

Eddie looks so good tonight. It’s one of those rare occasions where he’s traded his usual black jeans for a pair of distressed blue ones. His curly mane was a bit messier than usual due to the long, late evening nap the two of you took together so he threw it in a low bun. On top he has on an Alice and chains zip up he got at a concert the two of you went to last year and you know for a fact the only thing he has underneath it is one of those tight black tanks that drive you crazy. He of course has his chains on his pants, chunky rings, and the newest addition to his daily accessories being the chain with your first initial hanging from it right along with his guitar pick necklace. All in typical Eddie fashion. The nose ring he got a few days ago was just the cherry on top of how fucking sexy he looks sitting under the moonlight.

“Quit staring at me like that.” Eddie chuckles and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Like what?” You say it in a sing-song tone as you cross your ankles and rest your chin on your hands while you lay on your stomach across from him.

“You’re looking at me like you’re trying to make me telepathically bust a nut or something.” You bat your lashes at him as you start to kick your feet back and forth behind you in mock innocence.

“And? Is it working?” You jokingly wiggle your eyebrows and your ass his way, playing into his joke.

“If you keep it up, it just might, princess.” Eddie leans down and gives you a kiss on the head before playfully slapping your jean clad ass. A low whimper slips past your lips and it makes your boyfriend give you an inquisitive look that quickly turns into a nearly diabolical grin. “Oh?”

“Eddieee, don’t make it a thing, okay?” You groan and roll onto your back, throwing your hands up dramatically before letting them fall to your sides. “It’s not my fault you brought me on this cute ass date to one of my favorite places, you look like that, and now you’re slapping my ass. You’re the one being a slut.”

“Oh, yeah?” Without warning Eddie abruptly grips your hips to flip you back onto your back and smacks your ass with more power behind it than before. You can’t hold in the little yelp that drowns out into a moan when he spanks you again. “I think you’re the one being a slut, baby. I was trying to be all romantic and you’ve been practically eye fucking me since we were in the van…”

“I just don’t understand how you could think bringing me here in the middle of the night wasn’t going to make me horny?” You huff and roll around onto your back again so you can look up at your boyfriend who is kneeling above you, looking down at you smugly. Eddie’s eyes twinkle with lust and mischief as his hands come down to grip onto your wrists before he leans down into your face and straight up laughs. “Are you serious? This was your plan all along? You’re so annoying.”

“Hey, don’t get all bratty on me now, doll.” Eddie leans down and runs his nose along the column of your throat, inhaling the sweet vanilla cherry scent you always wore. “I wanted to treat you nice n sweet tonight. But if you want to give me an attitude I can bend you over my knee right here, right now.”

Your boyfriend is perfect, truly. The fact that he planned to bring you out here and make love to you all sweet under the full moon is one of the main reasons you love him. But right now? You feel like seeing how far you can push his buttons. You manage to wrap your legs around his hips enough to use the element of surprise and flip him on his back. You straddle him, your hands pinning him to the ground even though you know he could easily break free.

“What are you gonna do about it, Munson?” You grind down on him and let out this cute little giggle and Eddie swears he had every intention of throwing you over his knee and spanking you until your ass was raw. But god, you look so fucking beautiful straddling his lap with the moonlight illuminating down on you. Your hair is mused from having the windows down in the van and your black eyeliner smudged eyes are nearly glowing while your blackberry painted lips are quirked into this damn near bewitching smirk. You are wearing this loose fitting off shoulder long sleeve that shows off your bra straps and his favorite pair of black jeans that hug your body perfectly. The way you’re angled has your shirt riding up enough to show off your studded belt and black thong and it’s all enough to have Eddie nearly melting into the ground.

“God, anything you want, baby girl.” Eddie’s voice is sweet like honey and you can practically see the hearts in his eyes. You’re no stranger to taking control in the bedroom, it just wasn’t the direction you were expecting tonight to go. You’re not mad at it though. “Your wish is my command, truly.”

“Yeah? You gonna let me ride your fat cock? right here in the graveyard? You really are a slut tonight, huh?” Eddie whimpers and you feel his cock harden against your Jean clad pussy as you grind down on him.

“God, yes. Fucking please.” And what kind of person would you be to make him beg when he just looks so pretty underneath you? You stand so you can kick off your boots before reaching to undo your belt and then slowly start to pull off your jeans. You make a real show of it, wiggling them down your hips inch by agonizing inch, turning around to show off the way your ass looked when you pulled it free from the tight material, bending over extra as you pushed them down your legs. Eddie leans over and laces his thick ringed hand around your ankle before running his tongue along your calf while looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Please use me, baby.”

You pull your leg from his grasp in a swinging motion and plant your foot in the middle of his chest and Eddie swears he’s going to bust in his pants when you press the pad of your foot down into him, pinning him to the ground. More mentally than physically but it honestly just makes your pussy even wetter knowing that he could break free of you so easily, yet he doesn’t.

“Be a good boy and take that pretty cock out for me then.” You press on his chest again for emphasis before running your foot up his collar bones, neck, and finally along his cheek. You caress his stubble with your pretty black painted toes before pushing them down on his face, effectively pressing his cheek into the blanketed ground beneath him.

“Oh, fuuuckkk yes, fucking step on me, princess.” Eddie’s eyes roll back and he moans as he reaches for his pants and hastily undoes them along with his belt. He pushes them down his hips to his knees all while you crush his face into the blanket with your soft soled foot. You were fully ready to ride Eddie’s cock until he was dripping down your thighs but the minute it springs free you need it in your mouth. It’s so thick, the tip red and angry with precum that’s glistening from the light of the moon dripping down it and every time you see the ladder of barbells down his shaft it reminds you how worth those weeks of not having him inside you were. Because, god, do they feel so fucking good rubbing against your soft inner walls.

So you kneel down and straddle his face, reverse cowgirl and take his cock as far down your throat as you can in one go. Eddie hardly has time to process what’s happening before your hot mouth is enveloping him and your dripping thong covered pussy is inches from his face. God, he fucking loves you. He takes the hint and laces his arms around your thighs, pushes your panties to the side and shoves his face between your legs, eating your pussy like a man starved. He sucks your clit into his mouth and thrusts two fingers into your wet walls all while you practically swallow his cock whole, your tongue running along the piercings down his shaft with each bob of your head. The sensitivity of the bars on his cock cause him to twitch inside your mouth with each stroke of your pink muscle.

“Oh, yes, so fucking good, such a good fucking boy for me, Eddie. You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.” You pull off Eddie’s cock when he adds a third finger inside you before curling them deliciously against your sweet spot while you grind down on his face. His teeth catch your clit and pinch down on it and that’s all it takes a blistering explosion of pleasure washing over your body. Your legs clamp around his head and your hand is squeezing Eddie’s cock so tight he swears he’s going to come right along with you but seconds later you’re lifting off of him and flipping over to kiss him messily. He tastes like you, cigarettes, and sour gummy worms and you wish you could devour him and embed his essence in your very soul.

“I need to be inside you, baby, please.” Eddie whines against your mouth and it makes your clit thump all over again. You straddle him and grab his cock so you can line him up with your entrance and then you’re slamming down onto him until your hips are flush against his. You moan in unison at the feeling of him stretching you out. You can feel each and every one of his cock piercings as your tight walls practically suck him in. “God, you’re so fucking tight, so perfect. You look like a goddamn moon goddess.”

You start to bounce on his cock with reckless abandon. Your pussy is so wet it echoes off the trees and stones around you as your hips smack together with the force of your thrusts. Eddie pushes your shirt up over your head and you reach around to unhook your bra so your tits can fall free. You yank down the zipper of his hoodie and push up his tank top so you can run your nails down his tattooed chest and abs, leaving red marks in your wake.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer baby, you gotta come for me.” Eddie groans and plants his feet on the ground firmly while grabbing onto your ass in one hand and finding your clit with his other so he can pound into you deep and fast while rubbing your slick bud. It has your walls clenching around him and it only takes a few more pumps of his hips to have you gushing on his cock.

“Oh, fuck! Eddie, baby, yes, I’m coming - I’m coming!” You throw your head back as you let out these pornographic moans that are like music to Eddie’s ears and your tits are bouncing so beautifully it makes Eddie’s cock twitch deep inside you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” You wrap your hands around Eddie’s neck and lean down to lick his sweaty cheek before running your lips along the shell of his ear.

“Give me your fucking cum, Eddie. I want it so deep it will be dripping out tomorrow. Put a baby in me.” And your words have his balls tightening and his load emptying inside of you while he grips onto your ass with his hips raised off the ground, pressed against yours.

“Oh god, fuck, you’re so beautiful. Gonna give you a baby, anything you want.” Eddie babbles while his dick continues to twitch inside you and he fills you with ropes and ropes of his cum. After a moment he goes limp underneath you and you let yourself roll off of him onto your side with your head on his chest.

“Did you mean that?” Your voice is barely a whisper as your fingers toy with the little initial around your boyfriend’s neck. His large hand comes up to smooth the hair on the back of your head before cupping your cheek, getting you to look at him.

“About giving you anything you want? Even a baby?” You nod up at him with big wide eyes and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute you are. Not very long ago you were stepping on his face and now you’re practically melting in his arms. “Of course, angel. You want a baby?”

“I mean - I know we haven’t talked about it really all that much but -“ Eddie cuts you off with a light shush and a gentle press of his fingertips to your lips.

“Do you want a baby?” His voice is matter of fact and his face is serious, but in a calming way. A reassuring way that feels like a warm cup of Apple cider after getting lost in a corn maze. It trickles down your spine and warms up your insides like sugary sweet liquid in only a way Eddie can.

“Yes.” You let out a breath you feel like you’ve been holding for months and his face lights up, he flips you over onto your back and hovers over you with that bright, goofy, signature Eddie smile that just makes you melt even more than you ever thought possible.

“Then, let’s have a baby, beautiful.”

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SHINee World Ⅵ ✦ Perfect Illumination : SHINee'S Back | Recap Video

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11.03.24 “Happily Ever After” 💔

Chapter 3 of The Damsel has my whole heart!! It’s everything that I wanted!! 😭

[hinamie]

there was a third picture from that one shoot apparently

rest of my redraws can be found here!

[faceless-ghostt]

well... welcome back to Meme redraw hell ig. Pt 5

will these ever end? idk, probably ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

(references and rambles under the cut)

I'm still not completely happy with how I draw Thad but I'm getting there slowly, incredibly slowly. Same with Kon, he's not there yet but he's much closer. and I swear that isn't the usual outfit I draw him in, I swear I can do better ToT

Mindless rambles about my struggles with designs aside I've been trying to post more, mainly to get me back in the habit of drawing, but I am working on a larger, not large, but larger project that may or may not have to do with a Young Justice 98 and FNAF mash up and one of the characters is absolutely fucking me over. So I'm just doing easy drawings until my brain agrees with my arms enough to actually draw what I want to draw. I don't think these drawings are things I'll put on the Internet because they are just random drawings, but I'll probably share them to the YJ98 discord server. but I personally think this is a fun AU I am currently making and it will be forced on the world soon, kicking and screaming.

idk why I'm even rambling, probably because it's 2:30 in the morning and my brain is melting from multiple weeks of shitty sleep but ajdgakudgshsixhsv

uh, shameless plug moment, Join the YJ98 discord server that is pinned on my profile, it's fun and great and I want to yap with more YJ fans!

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Holy Object

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I'm stealing this from my lit teacher but he posed that something certain characters in arcane s2 missed were 'Zuko Alone' moments. Moments where characters took an extended amount of time to introspect, face the consequences of their actions, and connect with the wider world. This, to me, is why Caitlyn's arc wasn't as effective as it could've been. After a switch-up, after a big 180 like hers, it is simply necessary to track the progression of her arc. It's easy to say "In hating you, I've hated myself" and "no amount of good deeds can undo our crimes" but when you don't see her face the Zaunites or acknowledge the class-privileges she exploited, it all rings a little hollow. Arcane usually does a good job of tying the personal with the political and I think that's hidden in Cait's arc. She works as a character when you're understanding her actions in relation to her love for Vi and forgiveness of Jinx. She doesn't if you think of it on a wider socio-political scale. It's just a little odd when the show is such an arbiter of 'show don't tell'. That line has to do alot of heavy lifting. Alas, what time restraints does to an arc.

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I am on my knees begging for Tim Drake content PLEASE-

maybe like funny flirty friends to lovers (where all his family know your destined to get together except you guys are oblivious) and a hint of stoner!tim vibes?

thank you love you xx

Mmmm yes yes yes I love this it’s scrumptious thank you for the ask sorry it took so long 😭

Content warnings: very brief mentions of alcohol, Dick Jason and Damian are little shits, Tim and you are oblivious, cursing, let me know if I missed anything

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You’re not sure why you keep agreeing to go to these galas as Tim’s date when he shows up late every time. You linger by the buffet that had been arranged for the night, offhandedly sipping a flute of champagne as you wait for Tim to arrive. You’re just lucky that Bruce is the one hosting tonight and Alfred had let you in, otherwise you’re certain that security would make you wait outside for Tim, who was the one who had actually been invited, to arrive.

You’re mind is wandering, thoughts of anything but where you are drifting through your mind when a tap on your shoulder prompts you to turn, a polite smile plastered onto your face that drops the instant you see who tapped you.

“He still hasn’t showed?” Jason questions as he moves to stand next to you.

“Nope.” You pop, sipping your champagne as you survey the crowd with a bored expression. “I swear the next time he tries to drag me to one of these I’m straight up stabbing him.”

“I’ll give you 20 bucks if you actually do it.” Jason quips, looking over at you with a playful look that causes you to give him an unimpressed glare. Jason rolls his eyes and scoffs in response.

“Stop trying to turn them against me.” Tim groans as he suddenly appears next to you, a hand wrapping around your waist as he snatches your champagne from you and downs it.

You deadpan as he hands you your now empty glass and leans half his weight against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “Sorry I’m late, some old ass man wouldn’t stop talking to me.”

“That one CEO who keeps trying to make stupid ass business deals?” Jason asks with a cocked eyebrow, watching as Tim practically glues himself to your side.

“That’s the one.” Tim groans out into the skin of your shoulder, where his face is now hidden.

“You’re not helping the rumors y’know.” Jason teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you as Tim flips him off.

“Fuck off.” Tim groans, Jason pointedly looks between you and Tim before becoming one with the crowd. It never ceases to amaze you how easily everyone in this this family disappears when they wish. You turn your head slightly to look at Tim. It’s clear he hasn’t put much effort into his appearance. The suit he has on is expensive, how could it not be, but wrinkled all the same. His hair is pointing in a million different directions and you swear you see different colored socks on underneath his shoes.

“When’s the last time you slept?” You ask gently as you rake your fingers through his hair, trying to tidy it up.

“Mmm… Thursday.” He slurs, leaning into your touch.

“Tim.” You exclaim, pulling back as much as he’ll let you to look him in the eye. “It’s Saturday evening.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “I’ve gone longer with less.” He says offhandedly, attempting to pull you to be flush with him once more.

You resist his attempts by hastily setting your empty glass down and putting your hands on his shoulders to make eye-contact. “That isn’t healthy Tim.” You say firmly. You’re about to continue lecturing him when you’re stopped by the sight of Bruce Wayne making his way towards you.

You pull back suddenly as Bruce’s hand lands on Tim’s shoulder. “Getting scolded?” He teases as his hand goes to ruffle Tim’s hair. Tim makes an indignant noise and bats his hand away to the best of his ability.

“Tim just told me he hasn’t slept since Thursday.” You say bluntly, Tim giving you a betrayed glare as you shamelessly tattle to his dad, who gives you a mildly horrified look.

“Tim, you need to sleep-“ he begins before he gets cut off by Tim rolling his eyes so hard you swear you can hear it.

“Says the man who’ll work for 3 days straight if Alfred doesn’t intervene.” Tim gripes, giving Bruce an unimpressed look.

Bruce opens his mouth to retort but you cut him off by sharply gripping Tim’s elbow and give Bruce a pleading look. “I can take him to the library and try to make him get some sleep if you cover for him?”

Bruce seems to hesitate briefly before nodding. “Okay okay, I’ll tell everyone he wasn’t feeling well and you went with to take care of him but make sure he actually rests.” Bruce says as he gives you a pointed look.

You nod eagerly and start dragging Tim away. “I will! Thank you so much mister Wayne!”

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You let out a sigh of relief once the doors to the library close behind you. Tim lets out a soft chuckle. “He defiantly knew what you were doing.” He teases, watching fondly as you sit on a nearby couch and take off your shoes with a groan.

“So? He let us leave didn’t he?” You question, moving to lounge against the arm of the couch.

Tim rolls his eyes but sits next to you anyway. “I’m never hearing the end of this.” He groans as he leans his head against the back of the couch.

“Well you can go back to the party if you want but I’m staying right here.” You quip as you stretch out your legs over his lap, he instinctively starts massaging the muscles of your calves gently.

You both rest there in silence, and you almost start to believe that Tim is asleep, his hands have stilled against your legs and his head is tipped back against the couch, his mouth hanging open slightly. You lean forward slightly, just barley tracing your finger along the edge of his jaw, you eyes trail to his lips, you wonder how they would taste-

Your moment is cut off by the loud sound of the solid wood door hitting the wall with a loud bang, causing you to jolt up and Tim to grab your shoulder defensively only to relax slightly when he sees it’s just Dick and Damian.

“Really Drake?” Damian scoffs as he comes to stand in front of you both. “You barely made an appearance for 20 minutes before you ran off-“

“Oh leave them alone D.” Dick chortles from where he stands by the door, making sure it hadn’t been cracked from Damian’s sudden entrance. “Can’t you see the lovebirds just wanted some alone time?” He teases.

You both start speaking in unison, making comments and claims over how you two are certainly not lovebirds only to slowly trail off at Dick’s satisfied expression and Damian’s look of utter disappointment.

“Honestly why do you waste your time on an imbecile such as Drake when there are better men who would properly date you-“ Damian fails to finish giving you his saged love advice as Tim promptly tackles him to the ground, both of them squawking indignantly as Dick struggles to break them up.

You let out a pained groan and lean back against the couch. You listen to the sounds of fighting and yelling for a moment before speaking in a firm voice that’d you found to be effective from prior experience. “I will give you to the count of 10.” You say threateningly, the pinnacle of both pissed off and strangely calm. You can barely get to the count of two before they’re pushing away from each other, mumbled apologies leaving their lips from their respective spots on the floor.

Dick looks between all three of you in amusement before speaking up. “With that kinda talent you’ve gotta marry into this family.” Dick teases. Tim gives him a look of warning.

You let out a sigh as Dick continues to waggle his eyebrows at you, seemingly unbothered by the death glare Tim is shooting at him. “Why would they want to marry Drake when he refuses to date them?” Damian asks, looking between you all in confusion.

Tim clears his throat awkwardly before standing and giving his brothers his best attempt at an unbothered look through the rosy hue on his cheeks. “Why did you two come in here in the first place?”

Dick gives you a knowing look and shrugs. “We wanted to see where you ran off to.” Damian nods in agreement. “Yes. Titus would be very disappointed if you left before greeting him.” Damian says, giving you a pointed look.

Tim cocks an eyebrow. “What about me? You didn’t wonder where I went?” He asks indignantly.

“No.” Damian says bluntly as he grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. “Come. Titus wishes to see you.”

You can’t help but laugh as Damian begins to lead you through the empty halls of the manor, Tim and Dick following behind you. Damian informs of what Titus, Alfred the cat, and his other animals have been up to as you walk. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him speak so long without threatening someone.

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Somewhere in-between arriving at Damian’s room and sitting down with Titus to let him attempt to curl into your lap you realize that Tim and Dick had left. You had assumed that they would be back shortly but after Damian had fallen asleep against your shoulder you realize that perhaps you should go search them out.

You carefully wiggle out from Damian’s hold, gently resting his head on Titus’ side as they both rest peacefully. You crack the door open and slip out, heading down the dark, eerie hallway towards the sliver of light you see peeking out from underneath Tim’s door.

You raise your fist to knock but stop yourself at the sound of voices. You hesitate a moment, not knowing what to do before you gently put your ear up against the door to listen to who he’s speaking to.

“Seriously dude, you’ve just gotta do it. Like ripping off a band-aid.” You’d recognize that distinct grumble anywhere, that’s clearly Jason.

“They even know about your secret identity! You literally have no reason to keep putting it off!” And that chipper tone is without a doubt Dick.

You hear a quiet grumble and press yourself closer to the door, trying to hear who said what. You hear nothing but quiet words that you can’t make out and sighs and then Tim’s door is swinging open, causing you to crash to the floor with a bashful look on your face.

“Ah, oops?” You squirm under the teasing gazes of the two older Wayne brothers who look at each other a moment before casually stepping over you to leave the room. After a moment they disappear into the hallway leaving you to become embarrassed as you attempt to wipe the nonexistent dirt off the fancy outfit you’d worn to the gala. You stand and fiddle with the hem of your sleeve for a moment, Tim looks similarly embarrassed. He’s changed from his suit and is instead in a large sleep shirt and gym shorts, the strings of which he’s picking at incessantly.

“I uh- didn’t really mean to eavesdrop.” You say quietly, scuffing at the wooden floor with your bare foot.

Tim is quiet in response and you worry that you might’ve upset him, just before you can say something that you’d most likely find embarrassing later however Tim is speaking. “I need to tell you something.” He says it so quietly you have to lean in to hear it, and at the anxious expression on his face you approach him cautiously, giving him your best attempt at a comforting look.

“You can always tell me anything.” You say as you take his hands in yours to keep him from picking at his clothes. His hands are chapped and rough against your soft skin and you can’t help but take a brief moment to admire them.

He takes in a deep, shaky breath before the words tumble out of his mouth so quick you can’t understand him. “Ilikeyouandreallywannadateyouandyou’rereallyfuckingprettyand-“ You have to slap one of your hands over his mouth to get him to stop talking.

“Deep breath.” You prompt calmly. “And slow down. I couldn’t understand a word you said.”

He takes a deep breath at your request and gazes down at where you hold his hands tenderly. “I uh- I really like you and was um… wondering if you wanted to date.” This time he says it so quiet you almost can’t hear his words. Almost.

You cup his cheek softly and bring his face level to yours so he has no choice but to make eye-contact with you. “I was wondering when you would ask.” You say softly, eyeing his lips shamelessly.

Tim’s eyes go wide for a moment before he chuckles softly and leans in to kiss you chastely. He pulls back after a moment and gently rests his forehead against yours. “I’ve been wanting to do that forever.” He whispers against your skin as you hold each other gently in the lamp light of his room.

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“Oh I’m gonna be fucking rich!” Your moment is cut short by Jason and Dick causing a scene right outside of Tim’s still open door.

“That’s so unfair!” Dick whines. “You read romance novels! You had an unfair advantage!”

Jason thrusts his middle finger in his older brother’s face. “Never underestimate the power of Austen bitch!” Jason chortles as Dick attempts to grab his hand. You sigh tiredly as Tim’s head hits your shoulder with a thump, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.

“Do you still have some of my clothes here?” You ask quietly as you watch the two fight.

“I do.” Tim suggests.” Or, since we’re dating now, you could wear one of my shirts to bed.” You snort when you feel Tim wiggle his eyebrows against your skin.

“I’m not sleeping without pants on around your family.” You tease, running your fingers through his hair as he practically melts into you.

“That’s a good point.” He mumbles as he squeezes his arms around you tightly. “This is for me alone.”

[theyhitthepentagon]

WENDY: im a lesbian im going to the gravity falls pride parade later [CAMERA FOCUSES ON BACKGROUND WHERE DIPPER IS PEEKING THROUGH THE DOORWAY INTO THE GIFTSHOP] DIPPER TO MABEL: mabel mabel did you hear that? wendy said shes a "lesbian"! maybe if i become a lesbian ill have a chance with wendy! i might be able to find something about this in the journal MABEL: Dipper come on you dont have a chance with wendy and also i dont think you know what a lesbian is. (slaps progress pride flag sticker on Waddles's face and he oinks) DIPPER: shut up jesser i found something! the author talks about a secret boon found in an ancient witches cottage turned him into the beautiful "butch lesbian" he always wanted to be. all i need to do to get with wendy is find this boon! mabel lets go!

[SUBPLOT]

SOOS: (wandering into a crowded part of town) woah where am i theres so many acceptably-clothed-but-nearly-naked people here BACKGROUND FEMME LESBIAN: (emerges from crowd) wowie a hot butch! come here handsome! SOOS: woah ladies, one at a time! [HARDCUT TO FACE] hark! my optimized aura is irresistible to women. (holding up carabiner with a shti ton of keys hooked on it) maybe spending my paycheck on this fancy carabiner was a good idea! (he is dogpiled by hot scantily clad dykes)

[ilminnestrone]

If Ever Crisis doesn't give us this Geneshrimp Ratsodos I'm out.

[phoenxwright]

toki loves his shorts they're comfy and easy to wear!

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.