#i love them your honor wtf

[ask-the-crimson-king]

It is time

Damn I love their relationship. I love this dynamic. Most unlikely of friends, and they're super close.

When I was first digging into the novels proper, I had the idea that Lorgar was Magnus's closest brother. This, Angel Exterminatus, and Fury of Magnus have absolutely put that idea to bed. It's been Magnus and Perturabo as ride-or-dies for a minute.

Man I love this shit so much.

[qu33rd0gs]

something something Ice Skating

[pepart]

"Once a brother, always a brother, no matter the distance, no matter the differences, no matter the issue."

[embraquil]

[puppy-phum]

so what did zhao yuanzhou think zhuo yichen "finally had" when zhuo yichen was moaning about getting his inner core suddenly form??

i had two thoughts:

1) popping a random boner

2) mpreg

???????

tbh am fine with both/neither but oh my god guys why are you like this

[theabbyknight]

“You were spectacular in every way.” ❤️‍🔥

[princeizuku]

hey alexa, play “good luck, babe!” by chappell roan

[neverwasreddie]

“Incoming, Spaghetti-o.”

Eddie’s barely though the door, his hands still tugging at the scarf looped around his neck, before Richie is chucking the crudely wrapped box at his chest. His hands are shaking so badly it’s a wonder his aim is as on-target as it is.

Eddie, on the other hand, whose hands are still gloved up, is not as dexterous. “Rich!” he yelps, fumbling with the package. “Warn a guy, c’mon!” 

Richie mourns all the vines he knows are sitting unopened in Eddie’s inbox, because it’s the perfect moment for an I could’ve dropped my croissant! reference, but he lets it slide for now, snatching the gift away from Eddie so he can properly disrobe. 

Or at least take off his winter gear. Richie doubts he’ll ever get a chance to see Eddie fully disrobe in front of him, but hey, a guy can dream. 

“Sorry,” he says lightly, shoving the box into Eddie’s hands as soon as he’s carefully placed his coat, hat, mittens, and scarf into their (their!) coat closet. “Take two.” 

“We said no presents this year, you dingus, I would’ve gotten you something nice --”

“Don’t complain until you opened it, man, it’s a handmade Tozier original.”

“So patented, name-brand trash?” Eddie lifts an eyebrows skeptically as he peels off the dollar-store wrapping paper and lifts the lid of the cardboard box cautiously. “Whatever kind of stupid prank is gonna pop out of here, Richie, so help me God if it’s a clown --”

“I’m not that much of an asshole!” Richie cackles, a little manic-sounding to his own ears. 

“Is this --” Eddie grimaces as he lifts the tissue paper out of the box. “Jesus, Rich, when you said Ben was teaching you woodworking I thought you were just being a fucking creep --”

“Oh, I was, don’t worry,” Richie agrees loudly, shoving his hands into his pockets so Eddie can’t see how bad they’re still shaking. “The woodshop lessons were just an added bonus.”

“If I get a splinter from this --”

“This is the thanks I get for a hand-made present? For dismantling the Kissing Bridge and risking a vandalism charge to get the finest lumber Derry could offer --”

“This is wood from the Kissing Bridge?” Eddie mimes a gag over his arm. “Christ, Richie, am I gonna get -- fucking ringworm from this, or something? Jesus, if you wanted to commit a crime to get some cheap wood you could’ve just chopped down a tree from the Paul Bunyon courtyard or --”

“EDDIE.” Richie grimaces, slicing a hand through the air in a very Eddie-like gesture. “Could you just look at the gift, man.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie drops his gaze down to the box in his hands, immediately snapping his head up to look at Richie again. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“You made this?” Eddie carefully, as if it’s precious, lifts the hand-carved wooden picture frame out of the box. 

Richie knows it’s a little shoddy. He’s not great at working with his hands, which is why he went into fucking comedy as a career, and the detailing in the pattern around the frame is uneven and potentially looks like a child’s art project. 

But the picture in the center, of 11-year-old, pre-clown Eddie and Richie, arms around each other and ice cream cones clutched in their fists, is a priceless original, carefully mailed from Maggie Tozier in a padded envelope to ensure its safe arrival to Richie in time for Christmas. 

“Rich...”

Richie shuffles his feet, suddenly burning under Eddie’s attention and unsure of what to do with all that light and warmth. “Merry Christmas, Eds.” 

Eddie takes a step forward and throws his arms around Richie, the cardboard box and tissue paper falling forgotten to the ground while Richie feels the press of the picture frame against his back, clutched tight in Eddie’s grip like he never wants to let it go. 

If he doesn’t turn it over right away, if it takes a while for him to notice the carved but faded letters on the back of the frame (R + E), well...Richie’s been waiting over 30 years for Eddie. He can wait a little bit more. 

[afkaskus]

Happy 1 month since bisou bisou miaou miaou

[banannabethchase]

Handcuffs, hangnick?

Lock and Key

~

“Oh, this is bad.”

Adam looks over at Nick. “What’s bad?” He’s still hard and a little needy, and has been ready for the past ten minutes. Negativity is really not in the cards right now. “Me? Is that a thing? Sure, I’m bad. I’m a bad, bad boy or whatever. Just fuck me.”

Nick looks at him, wincing. “Uh, not exactly.” He presses his lips together.

“What,” Adam says, beginning to get concerned, “exactly?”

“I lost the key.”

Adam stares at him. “The key,” he says slowly, “to the handcuffs is gone.”

Nick smiles at him, almost more of a grimace. “Maybe?”

“Nick, find the key.”

“Yep. Yep, on it.”

Adam can’t get himself off. His hands are bound above his head, very out of reach, and being so stuck… “Actually, Nick, forget the keys for now.”

“Forget – what?” Nick’s head pops up from where he’d been searching on the floor.

“We’ll look later,” Adam says. “I want to get laid and I’m not going to let your carelessness wreck it.”

“My careless – I effing hate you.” But Nick crawls on the bed, and Adam grins, and, honestly, this is an okay place to be stuck for a while.

[lost-my-sanity1]

????????EXCUSE ME SIR

[extremelybabygirl]

[lokisis]

But you’re…

[forrestsandfeathers]

Osprey - pandion haliaetus

Orange County, CA, Jan 9, 2024

[gregoryeddiesgoldchain]

now that's a fine group of people

[lighthousenora]

Spending all day looking at deranged Muppet collage art by Evan Bode on Pinterest