#guys please I’m going insane

[inlovewithdob]

Guys I need a reader x Thomas fix where they’re both runners and it’s like forced proximity enemies to lovers slow burn like genuinely so bad I will explode. Bouta write it myself, but like would anyone want that? Or to write it themselves😭

[hungharrington]

okay steve definitely wouldn’t care about body hair, but i just know that man goes feral over your freshly shaved, smoooooth legs

i took this to make him a sillay boyfriend 🫶 sorry if u wanted HAWTNESS this is just silly LUV…. forgive me

The sheets feel cool against your bare legs.

You can feel the scratch of your hair tucked against your neck but you’re too content, all but sinking into the mattress, to be bothered to move it. Your legs are tucked up, your arms splayed wide across the bed. You’ve just done the hard job of an everything-shower and lying down is your well-earned reward.

Across the room, Steve pulls the curtains to cover the window. Shadow falls across the room, banished after a moment when Steve pads to the bed, turning on the lamp. Amber coats the ceiling.

It’s balmy tonight. You feel warm without even being under the covers. Dozing off sounds like a pretty amazing idea right now.

“Not falling asleep with me, are ya?”

You smile at the sound of Steve’s voice, lifting your heavy eyelids to gaze at him.

He looks scruffy the same way he always does at the end of the day. His hair has lost some of its magnificent volume and he’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt from high school. You can see the beginnings of his five o’clock shadow on his jawline. He’s gorgeous.

And you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. The thought makes you smile wider.

“Mm,” you hum, definitely giving away your sleepiness. “Nope.”

A warm hand touches your knee, Steve’s hand reaching out and rubbing it tenderly. He tsks playfully. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby.”

You huff a quiet laugh and let your eyes fall back closed. Steve’s touch has always had a magnetic property, drawn to you whenever he’s near. It has a similar effect on your heart, which always feels like it’s surging forward in your chest to reach him.

The touch shifts, skimming down your shinbone. You expect him to maybe begin a half-hearted massage on your calves— he’s prone to giving them to you— but then, unexpectedly there’s another touch added to your legs.

You lift your head, peering down at him with squinted eyes. He’s crouched down beside the bed and he’s rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin of your legs.

When he knows he’s been spotted, he only grins, shifting his cheek again. “You’re so… smooooth.”

There’s definitely awe in his voice. You laugh, a real laugh this time, and shake your head. You should really stop being surprised when Steve’s a dork — he’s proven to be one time and time again. If you didn’t know different, you might assume this was his first ever relationship.

“Mhmm,” You hum. “That’s part of the appeal, handsome.”

Something glitters in Steve’s eyes at your pet name for him and his grin melts into something softer. His hand on your shin moves again, stroking softly up your calf. His face shows his bewilderment at your supremely smooth skin— and then betrays the look of mischief that crosses his face.

Your brows furrow instinctively. “Steve—” You warn.

He does it anyway, turning and licking one big stroke up your knee. You squeal, surprised at the sensation, and jerk your leg away from him.

“Steve!”

“What!” He mimics your tone, finally getting up onto the bed and crawling up to meet you. He’s smirking, looking terribly proud of himself. He plops himself down, half of his weight pressing into your shoulder as he nuzzles himself into your neck.

“S’just wanna a little taste, that a crime?”

His breath is hot and almost tickles against your neck. It’s impossible not to dissolve into quiet giggles, leaning into him. He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling the two of you closer.

“You’re a dork.”

You can feel the little puff of air he lets out in a laugh as well as the smile that spreads on his mouth. He pokes his tongue out, a minuscule touch against your neck that has you shrieking again— except this time, Steve’s holding you too tight to squirm away.

“Mmhm,” He says. “Your dork.”

You grin, turning to nose against his temple and make a noise of agreement. “Absolutely.”

[4pp13-ju1c3]

this ONEs a real doozy!! (i am ill and will not recover. this series has left me irreparably damaged)

[corneredcopia]

Little ramble analysis of the haircut scene for funsies

Starting off strong with stone putting the rose in Rob’s mouth….i don’t think I’ll ever recover from this image it carries so much fiery tension you can feel it through the screen. What else would I have to say here? That they have their own telenovela roleplay going on? Yes. Yes I think so. And the way Rob’s gaze shifts to stone 🧍

HELLO THAT INSANE GRIP? Forearms out and everything woaw. Callback to my last post like chill stone. I love how you can also tell while watching these scenes that Ivo barely puts up a fight so stone is just being freaky for no real reason other than the intimacy of it all. (Esp when later is seems stone is exerting too much pressure on Ivo and he yelps—Rob trusts him that much to allow stone to be rough with him…they really are freak 4 freak ❤️) Then Stone just ripping off the goggles so fast in this image like this guy is WAY too excited 🌝

I think if you showed these next two images to a stob shipper back in 2022 they’d go into cardiac arrest. Seriously. The way Stone just launches him back and climbs over him 🤒 Robottomnik is real ig. (Can’t wait to get this shot in HD)

So Stone is fully looking at Rob’s lips in this one…like bffr his gaze is so obvious, it’s not on Ivo’s scalp :) He finally has the chance to unabashedly stare at the other man’s lips bc Rob isn’t paying attention after having to avoid his gaze for years….ijbol I guess Rob DID want him on his lap. God and the way he CRADLES HIS HEAD? Like at what point does this not get out of hand bc that angle cannot be efficient for shaving his hair.

And lastly the gentler moments, where at least Stone’s freak is toned down. I imagine after having to maintain that unruly mane for Ivo for so long he’s reveling in the feeling of the clean scalp. In a sense he was able to shed the weight off of Rob and bring him back to his former glorious self. Notice how he was rough with the hair, but without it he was gentler? But Ivo….oh Ivo looks absolutely blissed out 😭 also the sneaky side glance to the camera from Jim in the second pic…we get it—it was ur idea to have specifically Lee, as Stone, cut Rob’s hair in such an intense way…thank you Jim🙏 And again…cradling his head akbdjdifkrnd

Final thoughts: ❤️😍😍🫶🫶🫶🫣🫣🫣😊😊😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵👀👀🫂🫂🫂🫂🥚🪨🥺🔞🔞🔞

[finleycannotdraw]

someone stop me I can’t stop thinking about them

[marvelousmechanicalmind]

[skyenish]

HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THE NEW CHAPTER ‼️‼️‼️

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

Do you guys ever think that maybe the “wizard’s most favored apprentice” thing was never actually true and that Greg/GGY isn’t actually the favorite but desperately wants to be so they wrote that to make themselves feel validated in their hard work and effort, kinda like how Roxanne tells herself she’s the best so she doesn’t breakdown? No? Okay.

[lelslizzylebs]

Possibly a crack theory? Please tell me what you guys think.

In chapter 56, we see this picture of the interpersonal dynamics of Laios’s party pre-story. 

There’s somebody not shown who’s attracted to the hubby-hunter and hates Laios (probably as a direct result). Somebody she considers a prospect.

There’s also one person who 1. We know was part of Laios’s party pre-story, and 2. Is not shown in this panel. 

Am I crazy? It doesn’t look like it worked out, especially given that he left before she did, but do you think Dandan could have had a thing for her? Do you think that might have been part of the reason Chilchuck disapproved of her behavior so strongly?

[ricky-mortis]

A portrait of Sir John Herschel because I‘m normal about Pulp Musicals

[yourlocalabomination]

OMG TUMBLR FACE REVEAL??? More likely than you think!!

It’s Starkid Innit Day folks! I genuinely can’t wait to meet so many other Starkid fans and friends I have made in the community.

But if you guys see me about (aka notice the bright red button down) then please don’t hesitate to come say hello!

I got free prints and stickers to hand out because bro doesn’t know to to make bracelets 😔

[samk1tty]

i really honest to god can’t explain how obsessed with him i am rn

[zwoftt]

i am so stressed out about ep95 uhhhh

hoping for a comfort scene between orym and dorian after the big ordeal. i can only imagine orym’s probably still very shaken up about it and stuff, (maybe a little bit mad that neither fearne or dorian *immediately* sided with him; especially from his lines of “would anyone like to tell her why it’s so important to me?” because both fearne and dorian both know why specifically and didn’t respond?? idk). LITERALLY I JUST WANT DORIAN TO WALK OVER AND COMFORT THE SHIT OUT OF ORYM.

that would help a lot with this pain and suffering

[junee-e]

something something coffee being a symbol of the OIAR and tea being a symbol of the magnus institute something something Celia wanted tea instead of coffee in ep 12 something something this means that shes a part of the magnus archives universe

[cirr0stratus]

thinking about frodo and sam and how their characters are near identical to stanislaus katzinsky and paul baumer and how they are both fictional men of different statuses that were created during the horrors of world war one by two people who used their incredible poetic voices to cope with the realities of warfare and how the relationship that these characters have transcends friendship and brotherhood and even romantic love because what they have is so much more important than that, it’s so much more. how there isn’t a word for the relationship that they have, and people like me are stuck thinking about these quotes and being completely normal about them

“We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have.

We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? formerly we should not have had a single thought in common – now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, are so intimate that we do not even speak.”

“you lay close to me. I'd be dearly glad to see you have a sleep. Id keep watch over you; and anyway, if you lay near, with my arm round you, no one could come pawing you without your Sam knowing it.”

“A little soldier and a clear voice, and if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand, this soldier with the big boots and the shut heart, who marches because he is wearing big boots, and has forgotten all else but marching. Beyond the sky-line is a country with flowers, lying so still that he would like to weep. There are sights there that he has not forgotten, because he never possessed them – perplexing, yet lost to him. Are not his twenty summers there?

Is my face wet, and where am I? Kat stands before me, his gigantic, stooping shadow falls upon me, like home. He speaks gently, he smiles and goes back to the fire.

Then he says: "It's done."”

“Frodo's face was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping years was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed. Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: 'I love him. He's like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no”

“Kat my friend, Kat with the drooping shoulders and the poor, thin moustache, Kat, whom I know as I know no other man, Kat with whom I have shared these years—it is impossible that perhaps I shall not see Kat again”

“'If you don't come back, sir, then I shan't, that's certain,' said Sam. 'Don't you leave him! they said to me. Leave him! I said. I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon; and if any of those Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with,”

[captora]

I’m sooooo normal about him. Some would even say I’m the most normal ever