#i found it earlier

[sparrowlucero]

found an old bit of animation from a short film I never finished (about a dog that steals a deer bone from the woods and is haunted by the ghost of the deer). Don't think I ever posted it.

[podcastwizard]

if someone sees me with clean hair, wearing a sundress, in golden hour lighting and they DON'T fall in love with me??? then there's no hope i just have to move on it's never going to get better than that

[dumb-diary-shit]

i found an old draft

an inside joke between us

is whispered into silence

let me believe

there's someone making noise

someone left to hush

someone left to love

someone

anyone

...everyone

where is everyone?

did they leave me?

no, i left them

i don't know what to do

and why i did it

could you begin to love

a husk of what once was?

i still want to love you

i still want to be your friend

i still want to be yours

i still want to be 

that's why i needed you, wasn't it?

because i built my life

around being loved by you

what do i do now

i'm still here

i'm still listening

i'm still waiting

i'm waiting

i'm waiting

...i hate waiting

don't make me wait for you

have you moved on?

i can't

do you have new friends?

mine are better

but i want you, too

even though i'm happy with them

i still want what we used to have

can we go back to what we used to be?

i want to.

like most things,

i can't.

neverland burnt and sunk the day

peter pan grabbed his last sword

the lost boys grew up

the fairies flew away

and nobody believed

so they died yesterday

the dreams of the children creep to the island

at the bottom of the trench

waters filling the cracks in the rocks

i wish i was there

i wish water filled the cracks of my soul and tore it apart

i wish water took the air from my lungs and took the aching with it

i wish i didn't have to feel like i drowned every time i heard throwaway phrases that you used to say

we sang songs

we cried anthems

we prayed to the lord that has forsaken us

and we danced under the afternoon sun

as it dried the tears in our weepy eyes

we were friends

no, more than family

we were close, glued, knit together

god, how'd we get into this bad weather?

will you still sing songs

will you cry to the anthem, of the lost, lonely, and broken?

or did you stop praying to the lord and lose your hope?

do you want to dance again, now instead to burn away the shame and embarrassment?

do you want to sob your heart out, only for the sun to wipe it away?

do you want me there today?

if you want to know

then i enjoyed the songs

i weep the anthems

and, though skies are empty, i want to pray

can i dance again?

cry into your shoulder

like you promised i can?

but you lost your voice

and you have no eyes

there is no faith where there are no skies

you broke your ankle

and the even sun cannot dry

every trickling drop 

that leaks from your lonely eye

so bear with these nostalgic melodies

and bear with my broken heart

maybe a time will come when you see these letters

maybe i'll have enough courage to try

maybe i'll swallow down my pride

maybe i'd apologize

take a dumb poem

typed by an unhinged kid

who wanted a second chance

and a future thrown away

the minute they decided they wanted to change

you likely won't know me

because we've drifted so far

you don't know me and i don't know you

and we're only in love with the memories we knew

we once knew

i want to know you

but you hate me

do you hate me? or is that another lie my brain told me so i can't man up and tell you that i love you?

i want to say you hate me

so it'll be harder to stop myself from begging you to be mine again

i want to say you hate me

i can turn my guilt into resentment instead

i want to say you hate me

and stupidly, i don't want that to be true.

because, for all it's worth, i love you

i think, i always do.

[fumiko-matsubara]

The reason why I haven't been active lately lol 🩷

[eazysxlana]

You can…reprogram your mind…to remove…glitches and…time delays…from the 3D???

[dressycobra7]

I can’t find the vanilla extract post

[ironladders]

skybound megatron when i catch you.... when i FUCKING catch you...............

[froggydraws]

Let me hear your voice calling me to rest

[nikoisme]

Pisistratus and Telemachus!

[annienyx]

… yeah im sure he‘ll be fine

[technicontrastron]

Look what i just found

[justaz]

merlin (immortal) giving arthur (pendragon) the only blade that could kill him

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: public handjobs, coming in pants | crossposted on twitter

“are you okay?”

realistically, eddie knows the answer to steve’s question is no. he’s not okay. he’s sitting in a club booth hard as nails with a flush no doubt covering his whole body. he should say no, far from okay, but instead he says-

“yeah, of course im fine.”

steve brings the back of his hand to wipe at his brow, crinkling his eyebrows together in confusion as he flashes an all too well knowing smirk eddie’s way. 

“you sure?” he asks smartly, leaning over the table to grab his rum and coke. standing back up, he tilts his head. “you look a little… bothered.”

eddie narrows his eyes and looks back out to the dance floor to see the girl steve was just dancing with crossing her arms over her chest. she’s pretty, clearly thinking she was making headway with steve, probably making plans in her head about marriage and babies with freckled cheeks.

eddie sighs and slumps over the table, balances his head in his palm as he plants his elbow on the sticky table top. 

how is eddie supposed to tell him that no, he’s no where close to alright? his cock is leaking into his nice jeans and it’s all from the way steve looks as he grinds into a pretty girl. as he tilts his head back to let the neon lights bounce off his pretty sun kissed skin. as he threads a hand into his own sweaty hair to push it back off his forehead. as he threads a hand into her curly hair to keep her where he wants her. 

he has to stop thinking about it.

if he doesn’t, he’s going to cream his pants and that would make for an even worse evening. 

“im good, man. it’s just a little hot.”

steve nods absently as he sips at his drink, as he looks eddie dead in the eye. eddie sighs and steve smirks again. he’s well and truly fucked.

suddenly, steves sliding into the booth, arm coming up to rest behind eddie’s head. he sputters, floundering as steve gets closer, close enough that he can smell his sharp cologne mixed with sweat, a smell that drives him wild. 

“oh.” steve says simply.

eddie flicks his eyes up to meet steve’s to ask what he’s talking about only to find that he’s staring at his hard on. the humiliation that rushes through eddie must cloud his vision when he thinks he sees steve’s smirk get wider, all teeth like a wolf on the hunt.

“fuck.”

he’s been caught. eddie whispers the curse into the air of the crowded nightclub but steve still hears it. his fingers drop down to just barely graze eddie’s shoulder, causing him to shudder. 

steve huffs out a laugh. “looks like i was right, you are bothered.”

eddie groans and drops his head with his eyes closed. “yeah, yeah, laugh all you want.” if he was flushed earlier, it grows tenfold now. he can feel the heat emanating off of him, warm enough that he feels sick with it.

he wants a hole to open up and swallow him. he wants to run out the door and never look back, saying au revoir to the fairytale idea of ever being with steve. he wants to crawl into his bed and jerk himself off under his covers and think about how hot the humiliation is that runs through him when steve looks at him and-

“you want some help with that?”

eddie freezes. steve’s breath is hot against his ear as he leans down to yell over the music, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin, the fingers that were teasing along the very tip of eddie’s shoulder pressing more intently into him.

“…do i want some help with what?” he murmurs, sliding his eyes open to glance at steve as he pulls back.

there’s something electric that zings through him as their eyes meet. the lights flash and steve is covered in red, glinting off his teeth like he could go in for the kill.

eddie thinks, knows, that he’d let him if he really wanted to.

“your little problem. or well-” steve breaks off and makes a clear look down, trailing his eyes slowly over eddie before bringing them back up to eddie’s face. “maybe not so little, huh?”

eddie blanches, a whine escaping him without his permission, something high and thready from the back of his throat. it’s a miracle steve can even hear it, but he does, taking it as the ‘fuck yes’ answer that it’s meant to be and sliding his hand down to rest on eddie’s thigh.

steve’s fingers tighten around eddie’s leg as he nods, the pressure quick and intense and enough to have him whining once more, shoulder slumping forward. he’s going to black out, he just knows it. his head is getting all foggy in anticipation.

when he looks down and sees just how hard steve’s breathing too, his chest expanding in time with the increasing pressure of his fingers, it all clicks in eddie’s head. this isn’t just for him like he thought it was. this isn’t just helping with his maybe not so little problem.

this is for steve, too.

once he realizes it, he sees the same realization wash over steve and the floodgates open. there’s a hand cupping his cock over his jeans as steve pulls the table closer to cover what they’re doing. it’s so much so fast and eddie takes in a gasping breath.

steve’s scooting somehow even closer to eddie until they’re pressed together hip to hip, chest to chest, with lips hot against eddie’s ear once more. eddie briefly wonders what they must look like but it’s dark enough that people aren’t looking over. not really.

if they did look over, they’d see eddie with his mouth agape, shoulders and head hunched forward as his friend must be saying something over the music. they wouldn’t see a hand working deliciously over him. they wouldn’t see the tongue flitting out to play with his earrings. they wouldn’t hear the absolute filth that steve is whispering that brings eddie closer and closer to the brink.

“god, i can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” he says and eddie feels like he can’t breathe, his hips bucking forward to chase after an embarrassingly fast orgasm. “think if you come in your pants, you can get it up again when we leave? want you to fuck me into the mattress until i’m fucking crying, til i'm begging for it. think you can do that?”

it’s too much. eddie turns his head and looks at steve with his lip pulled between his teeth. “what about her?”

he doesn’t have to clarify, they both know who he’s talking about. steve grins again as he quickens his hand. watches as red lights and bliss pass over eddie’s face.

“just wanted to make you jealous,” he breathes out, “she has your hair, y’know? wanted to feel like it was you against me.”

steve’s hand grinds into him once more and then his fingers are finding their way around his length in the denim, stroking him quickly. it's a bit too dry and it kind of hurts but they both correctly guess that eddie loves it a bit too dry, a bit too painful.

eddie chokes, eyes squeezing together as he comes in his pants like a goddamn teenager.

“there you go,” steve murmurs pressing a featherlight hidden kiss to his temple.

eddie jolts his hips through the aftershocks, unable to hide the whimpers that escape him. he doesn’t care about it, can’t care about it, not when steve picks up one of eddie’s hands to place on his own hard cock. he can feel a damp spot under his palm, and when he looks up at steve's face, he looks about as wrecked as eddie feels.

the only thing he can possibly say to steve is easy. “take me home. now.”

[ohitslen]

Living together.

The snail video if you are interested :)

[shaykai]

Okay but hear me out, both Durge and Gortash looking at their first heist together as a test.

They have things to steal and messages to send, sure, but more than that, they’re testing each other.

Can the brute think - can the politician fight?

And at some point, they notice that the other is watching them and likely has been the entire time - and that in itself is a point earned

[atomikats]

sometimes i remember law has a father