#dw about it this is normal

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO HE WOULD

Duke: “sorry I’m late, I was being nosey”

Tim: [raises eyebrow] “since when are you casually nosey?”

Duke: “I’m nosey when B’s standing in the yard yelling into the void” [opens blind] “see? He looks like man who’s on his final straw with god”

Jason: [leans back] “ah, him and Clark are fighting again”

Duke: “why does he do this?” [points at the window] “is the is normal?”

Tim: “Clark pretends he’s doing missions to avoid being yelled at”

Jason: “so Bruce just yells at him from wherever he is knowing Clark will hear him”

[blushedfemmes]

inventing a new kind of sex where you crawl into my lap as pathetic as you want to be and unburden your heart to me and no matter what you say i pet your hair and coo in a soft voice that you’re so brave for telling me and it’s gonna be okay and then i hold you and let you suck on my tits for several hours while i rub your back. and you’re still the top btw

[cinderduck]

I had an idea what gripped me so violently that i had to make it real

[allthebettertobiteyouwith]

I'll be like, I'm totally normal about being desired, and then fantasize about burying my hand in a sweet boy's hair and tugging enough to pull his face up to look at me, make sure he really sees me, while I get to memorize his expression as my cock slides inside of him

[a2tr4l]

I love my autistic son

[minpage]

Ten <3

[happi-dreams]

Woahza!! Spongbob critterpants?! (Again?!)

As well as huggy hassleholf

And another art because im insane

[b3m0r3ch1ll]

"he cums WHAT."

-my mother, first time being shown suburbia overture.

[heyitsspaceace]

doctor who is so perfect for me, because it is SO hard to run out of content. oh you finished the 2005-2023 show? how about 26 seasons of classic who! oh and here’s hours upon hours of audio drama content? ah! can’t forget the 1996 movie!! did i mention the books? and the comics?? like it’s a everlasting fuel supply for my horrible horrible hyperfixation

[sentientsky]

words by Trista Mateer

do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

[wretchedbroth]

Some little tenth doctor inks in honour of me finally watching series 1-4 properly.

[zoenold]

ramen after the end of the world 🌻

[cheesomancer]

What are you waiting for? I'm totally ready, I tell you.

Full art (with close up!): twitter, bsky

[fluffylord]

Look how far I went, for fear of losing you.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Y’know when you’re tired and come across the wrong post at the wrong time and just. Pure rage. For no reason whatsoever.

I’m feeling rather bitter at Elwing rn (it was a very well written ficlet and I admire the writer, I’m just tired and unwell 😂) so you get a little fic of me getting that out. Content warning done.

Here we go!

Elrond and Elros can’t stand most depictions of their mother.

White feathered wings, plain white gown billowing in the sea breeze around her slight figure, two dark shapes reaching taloned hands for the brilliant gem around her neck. Desperate expression on a too round face with wide eyes looking towards her sons. It makes them sick.

Because Elwing wasn’t soft and innocent. Elwing wasn’t like that at all.

Sharp, angular features. Grey slivers for eyes more often clouded than not. White? Yes she wore white. But it was the white of a desert sun, the white of cold starlight, merciless and unfeeling as elves were dragged to the darkness.

And she’d loved her sons, yes, but it was the love of an ideal. Elwing was young and far from ready for the burdens of motherhood alongside ruling a city in her husband’s ever growing absences. And the gem-

Well. The less said about the silmaril, the better.

The Sindar more than others remain desperate for a symbol of innocence, a sign of their claim to the stolen jewel over the sons of it’s creator. So they present their winged princess bathed in holy light whilst the sons of Fëanor cower from it’s brilliant glow.

But Elrond and Elros remember how the stone sang when Maedhros and Maglor arrived, just as they remember their mother’s fury at its song.

You see, Elwing loved her sons. But she didn’t jump to save them.

Elrond and Elros saw the beginnings of regret, but they also remember her steadfast determination to keep what was never hers, cold starlight and unyielding sun meshing to cruel pride as she fell. It wasn’t holy light but white hot fire that clashed with the silmaril to send her screaming as the stone rejected her grasp, burning brighter than ever as she flew to her husband.

Elrond’s arrival to Valinor and the white scars radiating from Elwing’s hand to her chest confirm what he knew all along.

It wasn’t innocence that crowned her the day Sirion fell.

Because years before Maedhros and Maglor had fallen victim to the Silmaril’s hallowing, Elwing the White had paid the price for her false claim. And no matter how they tried to hide it, the consequences of that pride marked her to this day.

[toddkinn]

“He’s so crazy for this!!!” but its just callum turner looking at austin butler