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[electricvinyls]

‧₊˚ ┊GRAHAM CALLOWAYS GIRLFRIEND!! ⚡ 💿 Electricvinyl tag!! (Me x Crackle!)

♡⸝⸝“𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾...𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.”

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Adam Anarchy 🌈🩷 | he/it | non-sharing selfshipper | SYSPUNK + BPDtistic | I really love my BF 🩷.ᐟ.ᐟ

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[genderqueerdykes]

i hope you all understand the reason why men are so messed up is because no one lets us talk about our problems.

[kittysauce]

au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

[iliothermia]

[chloesimaginationthings]

What comic is the bottom left image of springtrap from? (On the post where you say why you draw him blocky)

It’s from this comic!! A very normal father son reunion

Og post here

[flowersandfashion]

hot twink is tied up and penetrated

A Collection of Homoerotic Paintings of Saint Sebastian

Carlo Saraceni, c. 1610 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620 /// Guido Reni, c. 1625 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1625 /// Louis Finson, c. 1613 /// François-Guillaume Ménageot, c. 1760 /// Guido Reni, c. 1615 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620

[stevebabey]

you're the only one for me, baby

1.7k, steddie, one of them getting so drunk that they don't recognise the other and telling them back off i've already got a boyfriend, it's all sweetness <3 likely a modern!au and actually just goobers in love

Eddie doesn't really drink. He's not against partying but he's much more attuned to smoking a little weed to take the edge off, sometimes a spliff if he wants to mix a little business and pleasure.

Eddie doesn't really drink—so when he does, it goes about as well as expected.

From zero to a hundred.

Steve had lost track of him after directing his stumbling feet towards the bathroom to take a leak. But apparently, as he's now found out, this bathroom has two doors.

What the fuck kind of bathroom has two doors, like some weird thoroughfare?

Regardless, it took all of five minutes with no noises coming from the inside before Steve had loudly announced he was coming in, no matter what, getting quite worried for his boyfriend.

He trusted Eddie to not be too sloshed to handle a piss, even if he was on the wilder side tonight, but still leaned up against the door to chase off anyone else looking to knock—because Eddie hilariously gets pee-shy.

The door had opened easily, apparently unlocked, and Steve had stepped into the empty bathroom. The other door across the room, the one he hadn't noticed until now, was wide open to the party.

So, now he's on the hunt for Eddie.

Which is a task that feels a little bit like herding cats because drunk Eddie isn't something Steve has a lot of experience with. But what he does know, is this: it's the opposite of high Eddie.

Stoned, Eddie likes to find the comfiest place he can (usually Steve's lap, or so he proclaims) and sink into it, like melting wax. Then, given he has access to adequate snacks, he doesn't move for quite some time.

Drunken Eddie cannot even fathom the concept of sitting still.

Either way, looking where there's food is a good as a place to start as any.

Steve ambles out the strange two-doored bathroom and flips his head back and forth, trying to remember the direction of the kitchen. He hasn't been here before—one of Eddie's band connections—and Steve's still had a couple beers himself.

He shakes his head and takes a left, relieved when it leads to the stairs. Okay, he sort of knows where he's going now. They had only come upstairs to find the quieter bathroom for Eddie.

As Steve reaches the bottom of the stairs, a faint stir of irritation flashes through him. Eddie just left him behind? That wasn't that nice, even if he was incredibly drunk.

He can hear the din of people chattering just above the music and he follows it, leading him into the half-full kitchen, people dotted around. There's a few pizza boxes scattered around and Steve eyes each of them specifically, looking for the tell-tale wipe of Eddie's greasy fingers. No dice.

Steve wrinkles his nose, spinning around and double checking before he moves on.

If not by the food, then... where?

Steve takes a few steps forward into the living room, his heart beginning to sink and shrivel all at once. There was a miserable feeling attached to looking for his partners at a party, a wallowing and awful memory tied to the feeling.

Steve pushes a hand across his chest roughly, as if trying to shove the feeling away.

Eddie wasn't... her. Eddie wouldn't do that.

But the moment he's thought it, it's stuck in his head. Steve's feet begin to speed up, checking a little more carelessly as he starts to stick his head in different rooms, his hazel eyes jumping around. Not Eddie, not Eddie, not Eddie—so many people and none of them are Eddie.

Until—there. Steve spots a very familiar looking behind as it leans over the back of the couch, the owner of said-behind talking to someone sitting on the couch.

He blinks, just to be sure, but the details come into better focus. There's chains on his belt loops and when he shakes his head, Steve can see the curls he loves to bury his hands into.

Eddie.

Steve's relief pulls him forward, his feet almost stumbling, his mouth pulling into a relieved smile. He puts a hand out, fingers spread, across the leather-clad back.

"Eds," Steve says, relief colouring his voice.

Eddie swings up abruptly, pushing himself off the couch. When he turns, a bit of liquid sloshes out of the beer bottle he's holding.

"Heyyy," The words come out a bit slurred and when he finally stands straight, he doesn't look right at Steve. "Handsssss off the merchandise, buddy."

Steve chuckles, reaching out and plucking the bottle from his boyfriend's grasp. Eddie gawps, an adorable little hiccup interrupting his shocked expression.

"Hey," He says loudly, reaching forward for it fruitlessly as Steve pulls it out reach. "That's mine." Eddie whines.

"You've had more than enough, I think." Steve says. He steals just one gulp of it before he turns at puts it on a nearby table. When he turns back, Eddie is frowning at him, brows pulled together tightly and bottom lip jutting out.

"Listen—" Eddie leans forward, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. "I dunnowhoyouthinkyouare," The words come out in a one big jumble and Steve frowns.

What? Something sour claws into Steve's chest at the frosty greeting.

"Eddie," Steve says, his hazel eyes wide and worried as his gaze darts between Eddie's squinted face and swaying form.

Steve reaches out to put a hand on his waist, aiming to steady him, but Eddie sees it coming and widens his eyes comically. He swerves back to avoid it, his boots tilting dangerously on the wooden floors. If he was still holding his beer, Steve bets half of it would be on the floor by now.

"Wo-oah," Eddie exaggerates, waving a hand out and batting Steve's outstretched arm away. The rottenness in Steve's chest blooms, rancid and freezing. He sucks in a sharp breath.

"Ed—"

"I—" Eddie says, holding up his hand and waggling one finger at Steve, like he's a naughty schoolboy. His words still have that drunken slur to them.

"—already have a boyfriend, thank you very much. He's much too pretty to be throwing it away for the likes of you, you weasel of a man..." His ludicrous and nonsensical insult trails off under his breath as Eddie's attention is drawn away by a shout across the room.

As he watches Eddie drape himself back over the couch, the sourness between Steve's ribs shifts, transforming into something infinitely sweeter. He lets out a dazed laugh, a wild smile spreading on his face before he can smother it beneath his hand.

I'm dating a lunatic, Steve thinks happily.

He reaches out and steals Eddie's beer once more, taking another large swig before giving it another go.

This time, he sidles up beside Eddie who's engaged back in conversation with one of the guys on the couch, and just waits. It only takes a minute before the dude on the couch seems to realise who Steve's waiting for and he nudges Eddie, gesturing behind him.

Eddie, still bent over the back of the couch, twists only his head to look. This time, the recognition is immediate.

He springs up, pushing the couch forward an inch in his excitement and leaps forward, his hands clawing into Steve's shoulder with a fierce delight.

"Steeeeve," Eddie croons, crowding in close. His hands start moving, fingers searching like curious spiders, fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin of Steve's neck til he's squirming back, laughter betraying him.

"Stop it." He laughs. Steve arrests Eddie's wrists in his hand and Eddie cackles, using the pause to surge forward, kissing him square on the mouth.

Eddie tastes like the beer he's been drinking and Steve barely gets a moment to enjoy it before Eddie's pulling back, leaning forward so they're forehead to forehead.

"I was looking for you." Eddie says, his doe eyes wide. His pupils grow larger the longer he stares at Steve.

Steve grins. "Uh huh. Looking for me between the couch cushions, were you?"

Eddie rears back, his head flipping as he stares back at the couch and then back at Steve. "Nuh uh. I came out the bathroom and you were goooone."

That explains it. Eddie must have left out the other door — and then thought Steve had left him behind and gone hunting for him. Something else settles in Steve's chest, relieved.

"And—" Eddie hiccups. "—and some guy tried to- to freakin' flirt with me. Can you believeee?"

Steve's grin widens by a mile. "Is that so? What you'd tell him?"

"No, of course!" Eddie says, head pulled back as if he's appalled Steve would think otherwise. He shakes his hands out of Steve's grip and drops them, fumbling for a moment to get his fingers into Steve's belt loops.

When he does, he yanks Steve forward a tad too forcefully, their bodies colliding in a way that's more sore than sexy. Eddie continues on as if he doesn't notice. "Even if he was particularly tasty," He murmurs, his lips tracing the column of Steve's throat.

"I let him know, baby." Eddie all but purrs.

And perhaps if the competition Eddie was beating off was literally anyone other than himself, Steve would be right there with him.

Instead, he can't contain his snort of laughter. Eddie was perfect; he was a possessive and drunken dog, barking up the wrong damn tree. Steve loves him.

"You're laughing," Eddie states plainly, even as his doe eyes manage to grow even more round. Steve can't help it, it just makes him laugh more.

"Treason." Eddie declares. Then using the belt loops to keep Steve captive, he leans in and blows a raspberry on his neck.

Steve lets out an unattractive squawk, his laughter melting into Eddie's as he pushes his boyfriend's face away — to which Eddie simply lets himself go limp, his face cradled and held up solely by Steve's hands.

"Christ," Steve says between his laughs, shifting his hand to hold him more tenderly. Eddie smiles dopely, then puckers his lips and closes his eyes.

Steve rolls his eyes, entirely too endeared. "Alright, c'mere," He gives in, leaning and kissing Eddie, short and sweet. When he pulls back, Eddie's eyes are open, starry and gazing up at him. He gives a dreamy sounding sigh. Steve's heart fizzles, like it's full of pop-rocks.

"Ready to go?"

"As long as it's with you, baby." Eddie says, sounding every bit like he means it.

[time-woods]

yes. yes he did hit him with a pipe

(medieval fantasy drama au??)

The Carmine Cavalier (Carma (like karma)) and Sīdus the Fallen star

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ pretty boy | peter parker

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for you, peter is the literally definition of pretty. his big brown puppy eyes and his perfectly structured face, his lean but muscular built, his cute little pout when you don’t give him a kiss before he goes patrolling.

he is just so so very pretty.

you don't know know how long you have been staring at him for, but he didn't seem to notice. too busy focusing on his science project, and his concentration is very hot.

his long slender fingers moving carefully and slowly to put the pieces together and your attention only zeroed on them. such, such pretty hands.

the weight of your stare was starting to make peter nervous. peter gets flustered very easily. and with you? you didn't even have to try.

peter suddenly put down the components for his project and turned to you, “i know i'm hot but can you please stop staring at me like that?” he mumbled, as a soft blush appear on his face. his tone was confident but you can sense his nervousness.

he tried focusing on his project again as you chuckled, the kind of chuckle that sends tingles all over peter's body, “sorry pete, but you are just so very pretty.”

wow. okay he didn't expect that.

peter chocked on his saliva, his body hot all over, nearly dropping the pieces of his homework.

“baby, you can't just say things like that.” he looked at you, eyes wide and soft. and it makes you grin.

“it's the truth.” you shrugged, “you're my pretty boy.” you know you're testing his limits, but it was fun teasing peter.

peter's mind malfunctioned. he's trying to ignore you, but the way you said my pretty boy is replaying over and over in his head.

“damn it.” he quietly swore, putting down whatever left of his project and turning to you.

your eyebrows rose in a teasing manner as a smirk finds its way to your face. “what?” you innocently asked, but you know exactly what you're doing, and he knows it too.

peter chuckled as he walks to where your laying at the bed. the sound send a shiver up your spine and now you're the one who's nervous.

he leaned closer to you, you could feel his breath on your lips as you both took a moment to admire each other. peter was staring at your eyes to your nose and your soft lips, bringing his eyes to connect with yours again and you could feel your stomach doing flips.

“and you're my pretty baby.” he whispered softly before cutting off a whine that rose up your throat with his lips.

his lips were a little chapped, but it fits your perfectly. your hands move to tangle on his hair, giving it a little pull making peter groan into the kiss. he leaned back, his warm hands move to find comfort on your waist as he brings you onto his lap.

peter felt like his heart was about to burst. every single sense of his is override and all he can focus on is you. you. you.

his home.

reblog for a kiss <3

[electricvinyls]

BATES LOREE!! read if you want!! It's a lot but this character is probably a very healthy outlet for me and i really do care about him

STUFF UNDER CUT!

PUBERT 'BATES' 🩻 | he/it | Transgender fag, passes as cishet| 39 y/o | Autism + BPD

Childhood stuff uhm i forgot to add. He grew up lower middle class, his house was very small, rural farmhouse almost. He was undiagnosed with autism for a long time, it was too expensive for his family. But they knew something was up, he was seemingly the "outcasted" kid. Weird and antisocial. He COULD fit in, he was good at almost copying the way other kids act, but his mom often urged him to just be himself. He never had a girlhood, he was always rugged and wasn't nurtured to lean any which way (gender wise). He was raised catholic an continues to have that faith. His father was a bit more lost in his faith, but his views were harmful. He looked down on his wife, having the traditional views. They would fight a lot, and it didn't bother Bates until it got physical. His father would hit and yell and break things. Bates says it didn't effect him, he went to therapy for a while in his teenage years, but he grew such a deep rooted disgust and hatred for his father after that. He almost felt like he needed to harm his father. It didn't help that his mother watched so much true crime, and documentaries.

He had started killing and dissecting small animals, his mom wasn't too fussed, if anything she just nurtured him further, hoping that she could love anything wrong out of him.

His most vivid childhood memory was a documentary in which they said "most serial killers start with small animals" and he felt this nasty weight. He burrowed into his mom's arms and sobbed "I don't want to be a serial killer"

All she could do was hold him and kiss his head "don't you worry baby, that won't happen"

THROES UP I'M SO UOSET I LOVE HIM SO BAD

he does go on medication for his BPD for a few years when he was like 17. He chose to stop taking them so he could learn to control his emotions more tho.. on his own..

Ok LORE STUFF later on lalala ↓

Bates works as a Doctor, occasionally dabbled in scientific work when his specialties are needed (surgery stuff).

He Is autistic so he's incredibly blunt and almost rude off the job. As a stark contrast, when he's ON the job he's incredibly charismatic. He's kind and so well put together, people can go on about how much they enjoy Bates as a doctor.

Medical work and anatomy is Bates special interest, and his job satiated his need for all of that for a long time. When he got into his mid 30s, it definitely got worse though.

He had made a mistake when he was treating a patient. He gave them a sedative, a very strong one. Normally he's very on top of what vials have what, but this? This was bad. He messed up BAD.

Instead of doing the right thing, and telling someone immediately, he was incredibly conflicted. Swallowing hard and sweating through his clothes, because he could hurt this guy. This patient of his was always a little rude, and well he had very...strange views. He was woozy and it wouldn't hurt?

He dissected that fucker right there and them, with nasty dull shit he scrounged out of old cabinets and drawers.

Since then he had this affinity and almost hunger for the blood and guts and anatomy.

Eventually he started resorting to working late nights, charming his way with the receptionist ladies that "oh that patient never came to my office? I'm not sure what happened" only to drag a poor jackasses body home to dissect and ruin.

His basement was disgusting, gross and piled with organs and very specific body parts. He only kept the parts he wanted to study, until he was done then he disposed through very tough means. His preferred method was acid and then just trashing everything else with his normal garbage. These dickheads didn't deserve their own trashbags, just the same old double bags he used for paper and food and whatever shit.

He only got SLIGHTLY found out when he tried to pounce at a man much stronger than him, he made a mistake in how much sedative to give. He was now getting sued for medical negligence (a nice way to put it). He needed a good lawyer, his charm and how well put together he seemed would only get him so far. So he finds caine. Caine Somsri. A hard worker, strong stomached so he wasn't bothered by Bates' charges, hell he didn't even mind that outside of his office? Bates was a bitch. They would work together to get past this small hurdle in Bates' career, small ? Not so much. It kept building up. Loss of files, people claiming malpractice towards them, bates even being accused of nearly killing a man with METH. Bates seemed appalled, disgusted, that his need to help people and take care of his patients was being misconstrued. Mistakes happen, while yes medical mistakes can be incredibly dangerous, no one has died, been TRULY harmed, he had done nothing. And Caine was going to fight TOOTH and NAIL to for Bates to be proven innocent.

They get close, very close, over the years that this case takes. Caine becomes very fond of bates, his bluntness, deadpan expression and monotone voice. Unfortunately, Bates gets ahead of himself. And providing sedatives for Caine has him realising. He can take advantage of this. He can have caine. Past the skin, past his bones, he can have caine wholly. From the inside out.

[muzsmocsing]

This is a formal apology for everyone I called a liar a scammer and a trickster for telling me bingqiu is on some freak shit. I'm not even 60 pages into book 2 and my guy has already been choked and force fed spooky demon blood.

I'm sorry for doubting y'all 🙏

[buggachat]

remember when miraculous ladybug finally decided to do an "adrien hangs out with The Guys" episode, like how we get scenes of marinette hanging out with The Girls all the time, but i guess the writers decided that the only way adrien would fit in an environment with a bunch of guys was if they were in a gay night club, and the night club was adrien's bedroom, and they were throwing around rainbow glitter and kissing each other and blasting The Village People so loud that it almost killed his already dead mother and

[latenightfoxhunt]

The Death of God's Will

[under here is the lineart and the first concept art(cw:more blood and less clothes)]

AAAAAA I've been working on this for 2 months! the trials, the tribulations, i learned color theory, im even employed now. im a whole new man

[luvlyycy]

katakuri is too big. his cock is so heavy and thick that you're honestly afraid of having it inside of you. like c'mon , he's seventeen feet tall . how the fuck is that dick fitting in you?

but he doesn't care bout allat, he'll stimulate his dick anyway he can. rub it on your soft tummy as his balls graze against your thighs, the mushroom tip of his huge dick rubbing against your boobs as you press them together.

katakuri will rub his dick on your back, rubbing his heavy balls against your ass as he does so, giant hands resting on your waist.

if you get antsy about having something deep in that greedy lil cunt, he'll finger you. his fingers are so thick that it honestly feels like getting fucked, he'll even unwrap his mouth and eat you out as a treat.

after all he does love sweets .

[mail-me-a-snail]

TRUE BLU iii.

Does it ever bother you? What does? Not knowing for sure. ...Sometimes.

chapter 3 of true blu is UP !!!! all ur comments n tags on the prior two chapters were so lovely , thank you all so much <3 im rlly glad yall r liking this fic and i am beyond excited for the next few installments >:-)

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Jason’s massage therapist deserves a fucking pay raise.

He has no idea how the fuck the dude gives back massages that quiet the goddam pit but you bet your ass Jason is recommending Danny to anyone who looks like they need a massage.