#hehehehe.

[asubakaa]

Happy Halloween

[yaoisquidbob]

[b1adie]

i did like the animation but i saw smth weird in the bg at one point, did anyone else notice this??

anyone have ideas about what it is??

[aritamargarita]

just felt like this needs to be shared

[cobra-wives]

so… excessive force x steele justice crossover, anyone? 👀

[aspennntree]

happy birthday @nohr-and-thirst nohr is cute. they cannot defend themselves they are live

[offrikter]

the day has been a long one, stretching beyond the sunset. fire from the campfire they sit in front of licking the tension between them. after a long day of training, his body is finally glad that he's seated now. he's got one hand on @andyromero thigh next to him. rikter thinks about how unfair all of it is. this wasn't the life anyone planned nor wanted to have, yet here it was--- worse off than it was before. sometimes he misses the routine, the way it was before the outbreak. how many thing he didn't get to do, how the end came too quickly bringing about the collapse of everything. how he probably won't see the rise back into taking the world back. there is a slim, sliver of hope that he thinks it might happen. but he thinks it's better to prepare for the worst, better to believe that he won't, live every day like it's his last. “you did well today,” he speaks finally, squeezing her thigh a little, taking a drink from a beer bottle form their latest batch. it isn't as good as it once was, it burns going down, the reduction a little strong, he'll reminder the cooker to dial it back, “was just thinkin' about us, what would've become had none of this shit happened.”

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ annie and hughie edits ! | @awkwardcourage

[raehs]

baby ……

[crazysnor1ax]

As a Runaway Kid fan, I am curious what creature you've chosen for him in your Little Nightmares Monster AU. Especially since I don't recall anyone ever making him a monster.

Oh good question! Unfortunately RK’s human in this au, sorry anon!

Um.

Definitely human.

[auroral-melody]

i am so. so . excited. for sandman s2 to drop and for all the show-only fans to get to be blindsided by what's about to happen. i am so excited for everyone to get to experience the Morpheus Triple Take for themselves

[skythealmighty]

heyyyy guys. im uh. drawing something. grin emoji ((ITS A WIP))

(related to this post. if you care)

[secretworldofmadeline]

ANT-MAN AND THE WASP: QUANTUMANIA IS OUT TMRW AND IM PRETTY SURE IM SEEING IT

[hourcat]

sorry if it has already been sent but lancierre and prompt 13 PLEASEEEE

13: Character B calling Character A a term of endearment while they’re messing around and Character A freezes, heart thudding loudly in their chest. “What the hell did you just call me?” they ask, and Character B proceeds to call them that again, saccharine sweet, with a shit-eating grin gracing their lips.

The podium isn’t enough, apparently.

Pierre is barely through the door of Lance’s driver room, race suit half-off and hanging at his hips, when he’s struck. Lance is on him—soaked in champagne, dripping with pride at P2, drunk off his own success as he sucks a biting half-kiss into Pierre’s neck, so warm he’s almost feverish.

“Let me close the fucking door,” Pierre mumbles, but he’s laughing all the same—Lance grumbles something into his skin but obliges, peeling away from the bruise he’s apparently trying to leave behind to kick the door shut. When it clicks shut, he grins smarmily.

“Happy?” So fucking smug. Pierre is reminded, effortlessly, of the time before this: when he was annoyed by Lance to no end, when he was just another driver with too much money and not enough personality—when the first word associated with him was punchable. Things have changed plenty since then.

They also, sort of, haven’t. “So fucking annoying,” Pierre growls, and Lance laughs in his face, clearly entertained with himself. He doesn’t bother replying; instead, the Frenchman gets half a beat to collect himself before Lance returns to the crook of his neck, kisses messy and toothy in ways that make Pierre think, faintly, that this will not be a long-lasting endeavor. The Aston Martin fireproofs aren’t doing anything to hide how turned on he already is.

“Beat you out there,” Lance mumbles, fingers pressing into Pierre’s shoulder as he wrangles them back towards the flattest surface he can find, “means I get what I want—”

“Oh,” Pierre interrupts, “that is what that means?” He grabs at Lance’s jaw, uses a little bit of his frustration at P7 to shove him backwards into the table. “I thought it just meant you are finally catching up in the points.” He tightens his hold. Lance hisses something fierce, irritation darkening his expression for a beat.

“You’re such an asshole,” he grunts, and Pierre is the one who gets to laugh, this time, loud and obnoxious and in his space. “Fuck, Pierre, c’mon—” he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Pierre’s fireproofs, tugs impatiently. “’s my turn after last weekend—”

“Mmmm, but you love it, mon chou, non?”

Lance’s face pales. He blinks slowly, mouth hung open just a little. “What the hell did you just call me?” His voice is a shred of a whisper.

Admittedly, the petname hadn’t been intentional by any means—the race is over, Pierre’s brain has all but entirely shut off until the next briefing—but the look on Lance’s face is…amusingly startled. “Mon chou,” he repeats slowly, taking a step closer so that they’re chest-to-chest, one hand flat against his chest. The motion brings color back to his cheeks. “I thought your French was better, Lancelot.”

Lance stares for a long moment—mouth still open, face darkened with blush, chest rising and falling sharply even though Pierre hasn’t even really kissed him. “You—”

“Are you going to ask about it, pretty boy, or am I going to fuck you like you want?” He grinds against Lance’s now-jutted-out hip, relishing in the shaky little sound that it brings. “Your choice, mon chou, I could not care less—”

“Fuck off,” Lance snaps, sense seemingly knocked back into him. He grabs at Pierre’s waist again, tugs at the fireproofs with more success. Pierre chuckles again—but the noise is swallowed quickly, Lance’s mouth hot on his own, the force of it strong enough to click their teeth.

[kindhughes]

blows some dust off this blog.

[violet-amet]

Officially discharged from the hospital. No more ct scans. Cancer free. Ha.

Hahahahahah! Yessssss!