#hoo wee

[kimaisalloren]

Je suis obsession

Bonus: this doodle when I was listening to don mccleans Vincent 😔😔😔😔

[bloodycowboyclub]

[lalalapine]

the oniisama e brainrot i’ve been experiencing for the last few months is actually crazy like i watched it for the first time three years ago and never really stopped thinking about it but then all of a sudden it’s been all i can think about since march

[bloomduchas]

that cinnamon zyn after eating a ginger chew be hittin different 

[jazbell]

oh couriernew utdr fics really are That Good

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Hmmm

I just realized that I have never seen fan art of Old Merlin embracing Arthur as he returns and now I am sad bc that would he so lovely and give me so much good heartache I can't-

[weemopuu]

running on 4 hours of sleep isnt too bad (´・ω・｀)

and since today was my fridayyyyy i can stay up all night and draw my life awayyyyy

[almondpiglet]

was doodlin today… the new train attendent collab art goes hard

[kimaisalloren]

It was raining bad and Vince didn’t want him to be late tomorrow

[therealhousewifeofharrystyles]

Damn is right🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

Harry in Los Angeles - April 17, 2023

[susielesbianism]

This bit of dialogue is interesting because like. Considering her healing spell only heals ~2 hp, the instinctual reaction is to go “no the hell you’re not.”

But like. She invented her own goddamn healing spell. I’m not necessarily agreeing with her, but that kind of feat is pretty big for someone who just the previous day tried to crush everything in her path without even considering more merciful solutions.

Also important to note: she has a VERY low magic stat. So like. All I’m saying is this is fucking impressive. She is fucking impressive.

[ofcowardiceandkings]

sometimes u jus gotta do something sickly as a treat

[chinhands]

[otaku553]

documentary of the different ways I sat while doing my physics sets last night

It’s quite fun to have a chair that’s too tall for the table :)

[snacobie]

Exit pursued by bear

[tagthescullion]

I like your interpretation that how Hades decided to tell Nico about Camp Jupiter was basically him going "You've given me an extra problem to worry about [Nico bringing Hazel back to life] so I'll give you an extra problem to worry about." I love their relationship. It's so them.

I'm glad you liked it, I've always seen pjo hades as a bloke who really struggles to express emotion, so people around him they would assume he's cold but then to the rest of the demigods he's such a present father??

nico complaining about how hades compared him to his sister and how he made him an ambassador between camps putting him in a risky position, and then percy's like "I had two and a half conversations with my father, an awkward hug that made me cry and that time he told me I was a fucking mistake, you ungrateful goblin go apologise to uncle H for not being a better spy"

[mydreamysummerstudio]

Oh my sweet lord this broke my brain in the best way.

Driving by to order one smut from the smutdonald's. dealer's choice

<.< >.>

.....but Frankie facefucking Santi would be a-ok

okay ilu baaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

DOWN ON MY KNEES

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia

Summary: Santiago gets on his knees for Frankie.

Content: Explicit up the whazoo. MLM, and a very rough Frankie with a spoonful of brat taming to help the medicine go down (pssst, the medicine is his cock).

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The hard unforgiving wooden floor is digging into Santiago's knees. It's uncomfortable to say the least, the blunt pain eating into his kneecaps. He's going to bruise to shits, knees all black, blue and purple, he'll be paying the price for weeks, hobbling with every two steps. But like hell he's going to tell Frankie that.

Not when Frankie is looking at Santiago the way he is right now. Teeth bared, staring down at him. The obsidian pitch of his pupils eating into the warm brown. It's primal.

Rough fingers tangled in Santiago's curls as he grips him hard and stinging. Giving him no reprieve for air at all as Frankie holds Santiago in place, the tips of his nose pushing into the softness of his abdomen until he chokes, and still doesn't let go.

If you were here, Santiago wonders what you'd think, your sweet, little Francisco. There's nothing sweet or little about the man now.

No, that thick intimidating girth blocking Santiago's airways, filling his entire goddamned throat until he swears it must be halfway down his lungs by now, is hardly little.

Fuck, the man's thick.

"What's wrong Pope? Thought you said you could handle it."

That warm palm of Frankie's, calloused and worn, comes to cradle Santiago's jaw, fingers fanning over his stretched and bulging cheek, and Frankie taps him there. Not hard, and that's worse somehow. It's soft, and amused, condescending, the way you'd pat an errand boy for doing a good job.

Asshole.

Tears are prickling the corners of his eyes, and it's about all Santiago can manage, to stay still and keep his eyes open so they don't breach the barrier and streak down his cheeks.

And he's not even sure he can actually manage that, because every nerve in him is screaming for air. Begging him to pull away and run the other way. And he would, if it wasn't for his own stubbornness. He would if it wasn't for that infuriating expression plastered on Frankie's face right now.

Santiago swallows around the man, and fuck, that's a mistake. The insides of his throats constricts around Frankie's cock, hugging around every inch of this Behemoth lodged inside him. It's like his body panics at the realization of just how big Frankie is, eyes welling up and he gags. Everything burns, as he desperately tries to swallow down his chocked coughs until he finally has to pull off.

Fuck! fuck!

Irritation burns across cheeks, and prickles across Santiago's swollen lips. He's a mess. Drool and spit running wet and sticky down his chin and he brings the back of his hand to wipe it off.

"Is it too much for you?" Boa handles me just fine."

Santiago grits his teeth at the taunt. He knows Frankie is doing it just to get a rise out of him. Knows that Frankie is needling his competitive streak. It's transparent as day. It's just annoying that the man succeeds.

"Fu-fuck you Frank!" It doesn't come out nearly as defiant and irritated as he intended to. Instead it's breathless, and flustered, and that irritates him even more.

There's a slow smile curling on Frankie's lips at that and before Santiago is able to think of better smart retort, that familiar wide palm of Frankie's already back, pulling Santiago forward by the scruff of his neck.

"Thought that's what you'd say," Frankie says. Then he pushes Santiago forward, the rest of the way, guiding Santiago back down on him.

The fat, heavy tip of Frankie's cock rests and prods against Santiago's lips until he slides in with a deep groan that reverberates and embeds itself somewhere deep in Santiago's skull.

It sends a shiver through Santiago that has him curling the tip of his toes. Everything in him aches. He's so hard, cock straining against the seam of his jeans, he's surprised the stitches haven't torn by now. His own hand comes to the front of his jeans, palming the bulge clumsily. There's a pleasure that skitters up the back of his neck so pleasantly that if Frankie's thick cock wasn't in the way, Santiago is pretty sure he'd be moaning.

"Fuck, that's a good look on you, Santiago."

Frankie's tone is almost awed as he says it. The honed sharpness softening around the edges as he stares down at Santiago. There's love there. Adoration. And there's nothing wrong with that...

But Santiago would be lying to himself that the Frankie with dark eyes, rough palms against his neck and taunting grin mocking him wasn't a turn on. He slides his mouth off the man, chin tilted up to stare up in defiance.

"Real good at playing tough when Boa's not around, aren't you?"

That's all it takes.

Something sparks behind those warm eyes until they're incinerating. Frankie reaches over, large hand wrapped around Santiago's throat that has his cock twitching and jerking against the strained denim. Precome leaking down the tip of him soaking his boxers from excitement at the man's grip around his airpipe with just the right pressure that he likes.

Then Frankie leans down, close enough that his lips brush against Santiago's ear.

"Our wife's not here to spoil you now, and I'm not planning on taking it easy on you Pope, so I'd save that smart little mouth of yours right about now."

Santiago grins. Frankie's right. If you were here, you'd spoil Santiago. If you were here Frankie wouldn't be quite this rough. If you were here that is... but you're not.

And in this moment, Santiago can't bring himself to be sorry that you're not.

Dedication: To @jazzelsaur for this demented thot. And to my beloved moose @thirstworldproblemss who helped me finish it.