#i ADORE him

[sexyvixen7]

(Source: eeecat on Twitter)

Perfection ❤️

[inkpotsprite]

This was after he blew up all of the Leagues tech.

[hannigramislife]

Absolutely nobody gets how much Dan Mora's design of robin!Dick Grayson means to me.

Like–???

This saved my life.

[as-i-watch]

Even when sharing he's the most vague motherfucker known to man

[eternalmomentss]

Looking back now, it really is so cool how Robbie created Dorian as a character that is so different from the stereotypical horny bard trope. Dorian has charisma and charm, yes, but that mostly comes from the fact that he is extremely awkward and anxious and introverted. Pathetically adorable, as Liam put it once. He flirts and it's fun but flirt back and he gets flustered immediately. He loves music, he hums when he is nervous, but is hesitant to sing (he even said to Opal "no one has ever heard me sing") because he feels uncomfortable when put on the spot (which is also neat in a meta way, cause Dorian showcases how you can still play a bard even if you are too shy and uncomfortable with roleplaying singing etc). Dorian needs a little push, a peptalk or a cup of ale. He also is sexually inexperienced and never really seems that interested in sleeping with others. He fell in love once in his life. His outfit is flashy. He has stagefright. He loves to show off. He gets embarassed ten seconds after. He is a such a breath or fresh air. Literally. He honestly made the entire class more interesting to me again, to the point where I really wanna play a bard next.

[pinkiemme]

Red-handed

[pbnjui]

All my favorite Donnies I’ve drawn so far

[galaxyedging]

[dollar-store-mothman]

It's the way this was Scott's first death in a hot minute that wasn't by an ally or voluntary. It's the way that Scott spent the entire rest of the session on high alert, constantly hearing whispers of conspiracy, always standing on fences, pushing harder to ally with BAM. It's the way he likes being in control and the second he feels he isn't, he switches into survival mode.

[honey-doc]

Man i just love this scene. How these two are sitting down by a campfire and sharing food together. That’s like one of the first forms of human connection since ancient times…it feels purposeful.

When you really take a moment to appreciate the ambiance and imagine the sound of the crackling wood and gentle warmth from the fire, how Kabru is quietly passing the mushroom to Mithrun as they finish it in silence..this little breather is very tangible and pleasant I think. Kabru even dozes off after they finish eating…

[cherryyluvs]

Mine To Keep

There aren’t enough fics out there about Mark being jealous, so here’s my contribution. 🙃

You never imagined it would be that way. Mark had always been.. Well, Mark. The cocky, overconfident guy who you couldn't stand.

The bar was a blur of laughter, lights, and low conversations, but Mark gaze could only focus on you. The way you smiled at him, the way your laugh sounded like you didn’t have a care in the world. It gnawed at him, made him feel something tight in his chest. The sight of you with someone else, laughing, leaning in just a little too close, sent something cold and jagged into his veins.

It wasn’t jealousy — not exactly. It was… possessiveness. But he wouldn’t admit it, not out loud. Not yet.

At first, you didn’t notice him, too caught up with the guy next to you, but Mark was watching you. He always watched you. It was a habit he never bothered to break.

His jaw clenched when the guy’s hand brushed against your arm. He was so fucking casual about it. Too casual. He had no idea who you really were or what you meant to Mark. The tension between you and Mark was something unspoken, something that only existed between the two of you.

And yet, this stranger — this nobody — was leaning in, flirting with you like you were just anyone. Like you weren’t his.

Mark couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but the need to do something, to say something, was suffocating him.

You caught his gaze across the room. For a brief moment — just a flicker of hesitation — you excused yourself and walked over to him. “You’re staring,” you said, stopping in front of him with your arms crossed. Mark’s gaze flicked over you, slow and intentional. “Am I?” His voice was low, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “You’re not subtle.”

He stepped closer — just enough that you had to look up to meet his eyes. His hand brushed against your waist, a light touch that made you catch your breath. “You didn’t seem to mind,” he murmured. His eyes darkened as his thumb traced the hem of your shirt. “Or should I remind you who you’re actually here with?”

“I’m not playing this game with you,” you whispered. Mark’s hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you in until there was nothing between you but heat and breath. “Then go.”

You hated how your body instinctively leaned into his — hated it even more when that cocky, knowing smile crept onto his lips.

[sexyvixen7]

(Source: wasicologne on Twitter)

Some more from yesterday

[nekkyousagiart]

Sooooo....I started playing Mass Effect.

[lilaeleaf]

The Wilden Oak was indeed beautiful, though not as beautiful as he.

I was overwhelmed by the thought of Wyll with long hair, maybe a few years post-adventure, who knows :’)

[thursdaysyme]

me after watching the rise tmnt movie

some raph doodles

[latedaysun]

Heres a picture of Pipsqueak for the new year. He's rocking the brand new collar I got him for Christmas and HE LOOKS TOO HANDSOME!!!