#he's so annoying i hate him

[fuckmeuselessdegen]

i'm sick of his ass

[vindicain]

❛ where did you come from? ❜ ✖ morbid curiosity

their mouth immediately curves pleased, rewarded once again for their tendency to step lightly and breathe quietly. though they get just about all the practice they need with hunting and stalking simply through the course of their day-to-day activities, they won't pass up an opportunity to slip into the role during a regular outing.

he crosses his arms, shoulders rolling in a careless shrug, and rocks back on his heels. the arrogance early oozes off him in waves.

“ wouldn't you like to know? ” he replies, and raises his eyebrows like he's just as puzzled. it's a little too much to be convincing. “ i can't give away all my secrets like that. ”

@ebonyforged

[honkaisteinrail]

tbh the only reason Crella hasn't gotten out of Penacony yet is because Caltro is being a big baby about the whole thing which he's probably soon gonna realize will not save him when it gets down to it. He's scrambling to think of any way to keep her tied to him because she was always someone he could control. And with everything on Frism spiraling, he can't handle losing that singular control.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

AND BUMBLEBEE !!!!!!!!

[ba1laur]

2023 darkstalker floating in space doing nothing grinning evily and scary. png 1 and 2

[vita-divata]

Noatak running errands in civilian disguise I made for him <3

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[spidehpig]

the sharp inhale raphael does when you tell him to paint you a picture cracks me up so bad. bro couldn’t wait to give his little theatrical number.

[jichanxo]

okay i know they went to university basically never because plot, but i'm forever amused by the idea of strangers seeing these two together and being baffled/wildly wrong about them

[sharky66]

SELF DESTRUCTION!

[saetoshi]

itoshi sae can’t sleep well when you’re gone. he’s too used to the feeling of your warmth next to his on the bed.

he spends his nights lying awake, a frown on his face as he rolls around to your side of the bed. he gets a wink of sleep before his alarm goes off. his brows furrow as he contemplates throwing his phone against the wall. (he never does—he hates the thought of not seeing your face pop up on his lock screen more than going another day without sleep).

his phone buzzes in his hand, an incoherent grumble leaving his lips before he rolls out of bed. he glances at the screen, disappointment bubbling in his chest when he sees the text isn’t yours.

he goes through the motions when you’re gone—his eyes lingering a little too long on your bottle of soap on the shower’s shelves. his hand subconsciously reaches for your shampoo, his heart swelling when the fresh, fruity scent fills his senses. he doesn’t linger for too long when brushing his teeth, his eyes actively avoiding your missing toothbrush.

sae can’t stand going to practice when you’re away. somehow, he gets more irritable than usual. he gets pickier with the passes he gives—even pickier with the way his teammates receive the passes. it’s bad enough that his coach sends him home on days like these. (it’s even worse how his manager lectures him on the way home).

he expects emptiness when he opens the door to his apartment, a sour look on his face. he kicks the door closed, a loud slam echoing through the place, his eyes shut closed as he tries to calm down.

“what’d the door ever do to you?”

his eyes snap open, his head whipping to the side. his annoyance melts away almost immediately—the corners of his eyes softening the longer he looks at that grin on your lips.

“nothing,” he breathes out, kicking off his shoes in a hurry before closing the distance between the two of you.

a smile worms its way onto his lips when you stretch your arms out. he walks into your embrace, hugging you tight until you’re patting his back and telling him you can’t breathe.

he rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes drifting to your suitcase next to the couch. “when did you get back?” he asks, his voice soft.

“not too long ago,” you reply, gently rubbing circles on his upper back. you chuckle when he pecks the crook of your neck, giving him a small squeeze. he huffs, his arms tightening around you before he kisses your clavicle.

“i missed you,” he whispers, the words muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

“i know,” you say, patting his back in a soothing manner, “i missed you too, sae.”

“don’t leave for long ever again,” he adds, pulling back just enough to look at you. he frowns when you laugh, bringing his hand up to flick your forehead.

“i was only gone for a week,” you grumble, rubbing the spot he flicked. your eyes scan his face, your brows furrowing slightly. “you’ve been gone for longer.”

“it’s different,” he murmurs, the tips of his ears flushing. “because we’re on different timezones.” (it makes ignoring the distance easier, he wants to add. but he won’t—not today, anyway).

you sigh, faintly shaking your head. he tsks, pouting as he rests his forehead against yours, “it’s not the same when we’re in the same time, but in different places.”

his hands gently pry yours from his back, the corners of his lips quirking up into the hint of a smile when he laces his fingers through yours. his eyes find yours, a soft hum leaving his lips. “don’t leave for too long ever again,” he repeats, his words hushed.

“it was just a week,” you murmur, your eyes softening in amusement.

“a week too long,” he quips, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. you open your mouth to reply before he cuts you off, “don’t ever leave for too long without me ever again.”

you puff your cheeks, softly sighing before you nod. “okay,” you say, shaking your head when he smiles. he can’t help the laugh that escapes his mouth when you call him a spoiled brat under your breath.

“good,” he says, giving you a quick peck.

“good,” you echo, leaning up to give him a peck in return.

a soft hum leaves your lips, your eyes warm as you gently tug him into the bedroom. (neither of you choose to say something about the way he grabs your suitcase as you drag him away).

he doesn’t complain when you shove him down on the bed, placing his head on your pillow before leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“i’m too old to be tucked into bed,” he says, his eyes following your movements as you pull up the comforter to his chin. (still, he can’t help the grin growing on his lips when you smack his knee).

“just go to sleep,” you say, hoisting your suitcase on his side of the bed to unpack. your eyes flicker to his, a teasing smile on your lips, “you look uglier with those bags under your eyes.”

“i hate you.”

“whatever you say,” you stick your tongue out at him.

“i missed you,” he yawns, his eyes struggling to stay open.

“i missed you too,” you reply, your voice full of affection when you glance at him.

“you better be here when i wake up,” he murmurs, yawning once more as his eyes close. there’s a smile on his lips as he drifts off to sleep, his heart lighter than it’s been for the week.

“i wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

[potatobugz]

its like this, basically

[tending-the-hearth]

Ponyboy: Johnny’s the gang’s pet, he’s everyone’s kid brother, they just put up with my because I’m Darry and Soda’s little brother :( The gang: *fighting for their lives against their Mother Hen™️ instincts the second Ponyboy is out of their immediate vision*

[itsnotacostume]

we as a fandom do not talk about this scene enough. what the fuck is this. why did he feel the need to install this? so he could stare at his boybestfriend all day without having to get up?

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Derek asks to win a bet, nothing more, nothing less. His own curiosity was secondary. So he asks, as his eyes bore down into Stiles.

“So, what is your favourite colour then?”

Stiles’ breath hitches before he answers. “Green”

Derek contemplates, confused, as he had heard Stiles answer the same question two night ago. He could have sworn Stiles had said red.

[alpacacare-archive]

Not enough joy and light today. Time for silly dadster and papyrus 🙏

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