#i seriously fucking love these guys oh my god

[trashytracktales]

Okay but back to the serious questions?

… is lando a boobs or an ass guy? cause personally i think he can’t fucking choose. he just loves both so much!! but what’s his deep preference?

im devastated by this question

Guys, you know I always research my stuff before making a statement about anything that has to do with this man, and trust me when I say, I approached this question with the seriousness of a scientist on the brink of a major discovery. I’m talking surgical gloves, goggles on etc.

So, during this process, I came to the conclusion that the deep preference might just be found in the way he behaves around cars. SHOCKING, I KNOW.

There, proof that he’s an ass man.

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Or is he 😧 *dramatic music intensifies*

I agree with you, anon. He may have problems choosing. However, I think Lando’s preferences are situational. And that is the clearest answer I have, I fear. For instance, in public (at the club, a party, or even in the paddock when it’s crowded, maybe 👀) it’s all about the ass. Why? Easier to grab, less obvious than cupping someone’s boobs in front of God and the cameras. You know, subtle yet effective.

Now, in private? He might feel personally responsible for making up for every moment he’s ever neglected the twins. I mean, he kinda gives off strong rest his head there and call it a day energy.

But, OH WELL, what do I know... 😶

[nakoyaps]

unattractive

kenma kozume x fem! reader

kenma definitely isn’t the type of guy to take you out to big restaurats for dates— not that you’re asking him to; if anything you’re both happier spending one on one time at home.

though, to the conventional people in relationships this is a total no-no.

“seriously, y/n? he’s like a millionaire and he can’t spare a few hundred to go out on a date every once and a while? talk about stingy..” your friend, aiya nagged.

she’s always been materialistic if you’re being honest, you don’t even know why you still keep up with her. three whole years of friendship and you swear all you remember is “oh my god, i heard he’s rich!” “ugh, i dumped him— can you believe that he’s only an office worker?”

money is important, yes. you definitely agree on that. but, no one’s worth is solely based on how much they make or how much they spend.

“can you not talk about kenma like that? he’s just not the type that likes to go out.. and to be honest, neither am i.” you murmur, avoiding eye contact with her.

aiya raises a brow, an idea entering her pea brained mind “you seriously think a man with that much money ‘doesn’t like to go out’?”

“he’s so obviously an introvert, aiya.”

“he’s probably just hiding you away from the public cause he’s embarrassed. no offense..” aiya spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, an mildly exceptionally sickening smirk on her pretty pink lips.

“embarrassed— of what?”

“isn’t it obvious?” she asked, motioning to your physique.

“what the fuck, aiya? that’s my boyfriend we’re talking about.” you started to get agitated, raising your voice.

“well geez, no need to get all mad..” she chuckles, “he just doesn’t look like the type to be loyal, that’s all. plus, he’d look better with someone that’s more.. good looking? i’m not calling you ugly or anything, just.. you’re unconventionally beautiful.”

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆

“fake ass bitch..” you grumble, slamming the door behind you as you flopped on your couch.

kenma appeared from around the corner, looking concerned. “you okay?”

his eyes softened seeing your sour expression, sitting down beside you.

“aiya keeps saying shit about you..”

“so what? people talk shit all the time.”

you roll your eyes, “she keeps saying you’re not good for me, you’d be better off with someone ‘conventionally attractive’ or whatever she’s talking about.”

“that’s not true” he strokes your hair.

“am i not good enough?”

“you are.”

you frown. this was a common reoccurrence and you know you’d get another scolding if you said what you were about to, but.. you only live once, right?

“why’d you choose me anyways? i’m sure lots of your gamer friends are pretty girls too..”

he raised a brow, shutting her eyes with his hands “if you can’t see how pretty you are, don’t even try looking at anything else.”

“i’m serious, kenma!”

“none of them are you. i didn’t just fall in love with your looks— sure they played a big part, but your personality really sealed the deal.”

“that’s what people say when they think their partner’s ugly.”

“you’re not gonna believe me anyways, so..” kenma chuckles, “but seriously, you’re gorgeous. you don’t have to listen to whatever she says just ‘cuz she’s your friend. plus, i keep telling you to stop hanging out with her anyways..”

“i don’t have any other friends—“

“yeah, well she’s a bad influence on you.”

you frowned, sitting upright. face to face with kenma, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

“i still feel like i’m crushing on you sometimes. like i forget that you’re my girlfriend just cause you’re so pretty.”

“fuck off, kenma..” a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

as your eyes met, you felt yourself reaching for his lips—

sorry if kenma felt ooc!! i was listening to music and i think it took control of my writing lol. the writing was all spontaneous cuz i suddenly felt like getting back into publishing fics :p

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part - 23 | 24 | 25

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The plan was simple: keep your relationship with rafe under wraps for as long as possible. you knew the potential of the pogues having a strong reaction, and you weren’t ready to face the fallout just yet. but as with most things involving rafe, the universe had other plans.

it started innocently enough. you and rafe had stolen a quiet moment together at the marina, tucked away on his boat, enjoying the sunrise as you celebrated your new relationship. a beautiful display of fruits and pastries layed out in front of you both — a lovely surprise from rafe.

your story

his arm slung casually over your shoulders as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips warm and soft against yours as he didn’t have to worry about being caught with how quiet the marina was at such hour.

… or so he thought.

you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching until it was too late.

“wait… what the fuck?”

the voice cut through the peaceful morning like a knife, and you froze, pulling back from rafe to see jj, pope and kiara standing only a few feet away on the dock, their expressions ranging from shock to outright betrayal.

you had never involved yourself with the pogues and kooks rivalry, ever since your arrival. staying well away from the dramatics, you had even questioned the reasons as to why there was so much tension.

“oh my god,” kie said, her eyes wife as she glanced between you and rafe in disbelief, “tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”

you scrambled to your feet, guilt twisting in your stomach. “guys, it’s not— well, okay, it is what it’s looks like, but just— let me explain…”

“explain what?” jj shadows, his facial expression a mix of confusion and anger. “that you’re hooking up with rafe cameron? that’s messed up, y/n.”

“jj—“

“no,” he interrupted, pointing at rafe. “this guy has been making our lives miserable for years, and now, you’re just… what, dating him?”

“jj, calm down,” sarah’s voice cut through the rising tension as she approached the group from behind, her presence immediately drawing everyone’s attention. “it’s not like she’d know that, she hasn’t exactly been here long.”

your body filled with gratitude as sarah had come to your defence, though the pogues did not share the same feelings about the situation.

“sarah,” pope said, his tone sharp, “did you know about this?”

suddenly, all of the tension had shifted towards sarah, as the group looked at her impatiently, demanding a response.

“i did,” she admitted, stepping closer, “but before you freak out even more, i think you should hear her out.”

jj threw his hands up, “seriously? you’re okay with this? he’s your brother… and— and”

sarah’s gaze hardened, a firmness in her voice now as she spoke, “and i’m also her friend. look, i get it— it’s shocking. but you all know how complicated my family is. rafe isn’t perfect, trust me i know. but if y/n sees something in him, don’t you think we owe it to her to at least listen?”

the group fell silent, her words sinking in.

“guys,” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. “i know how it looks. i know rafe has done a lot of bad things to you all, before i arrived, and i’m not excusing any of that. you have a right to be mad, but he’s… different with me. he’s trying, and i care about him.”

“care about him?” jj scoffed, “y/n, this is rafe cameron we’re talking about. the same guy who—“

“i know,” you stopped him, meeting his gaze. “i know who he is, jj. but this… what we have, it’s real. and it’s my decision.”

kie crossed her arms, her expression torn, “but why didn’t you tell us?”

you sighed, guilt weighing heavily on your chest, “i was scared, okay? i knew you wouldn’t approve, and i didn't want more judgement and lectures. it’s new, and i just wanted to figure it out for myself first.”

jj shook his head, “so what? you sneak around with him behind our backs?”

“enough,” rafe finally spoke, you’d almost forgotten he was present. his voice was calm, “look, i get it. you guys hate me, and rightfully so, i’ve earned it — i’m sorry. but this isn’t about you�� it’s between me and y/n. and whether you like it or not, i’m not going anywhere.”

jj stepped closer, glaring at rafe. “you’ve got some nerve, cameron. after everything you pulled—“

“stop it, jj!” sarah interjected, placing a hand on his chest to prevent him from moving closer, “you are not helping!”

pope, who had been silent for a while finally spoke, “y/n, do you really trust him?”

you looked at pope, your eyes softening, “i do. he’s trying to be better, for himself… for me.”

sarah nodded, backing you up, “i’ve seen it too, he’s different with her. you’re all grown now, this high school rivalry needs to stop. if y/n is happy isn’t that what’s important?”

the group fell silent, as they dwelled on sarah’s words.

finally, kiara sighed, her expression softening, “i don’t like it,” she admitted, “but, if you’re sure about this… we’ll tolerate him.”

pope nodded reluctantly, “yeah, we’re your friends, y/n. we support you… even when we don’t understand it.”

jj groaned but threw his hands up in defeat, “fine! but if he screws up even one, i’m coming for him!”

rafe smirked, his confidence returning, “noted.”

you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, relief washing over you. “thank you,” you said quietly, your voice full of gratitude. rafe watched as the five of you huddled together in a hug, smiling at the support system you had around you: perhaps, the pogues weren’t so bad — and for you, he’d change his perspective.

your friends had promised to notify cleo and john b of their so-called truce with the kook, for you.

as the tension eased and the pogues began to begrudgingly accept the new reality, you glanced at rafe. he gave you a small, reassuring smile, and in that moment you knew you’d made the right choice. you could do anything, with him — and the pogues — by your side… even tell the internet that you’d ‘stolen’ their boyfriend.

“beach?” jj suggested to the pogues, pulling you from your thoughts. the one word causing pure delight amongst your friends, as they began parading down to the shore, boards and towels in hand.

“you coming?” you smiled at rafe, dragging him along by his hand as you laughed.

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a/n: first of all, sorry for no chapter yesterday… i’m not sure if i can get one out tomorrow i am really busy but i PROMISE sunday i’ll be BACK!

i hate this chapter low-key, but i needed her to tell the pogues asap so i can just focus on them being cute and in love x

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[yuufiles]

skye riley nsfw headcanons 🔞

pairing: skye riley x f!reader

genre: SMUT!! NSFW!! strictly no minors please!!

warnings: one spank delivered, hair pulling, squirting (?? just capital F Freaky.. no hard kinks really, its lovey smut

wc: 1337

a/n: mighttt have gotten a bit carried away.. i just kept writing and like i dunno man this has been in the drafts for a while and i locked in today to finish it for u guys.. not really proofread all the way so im sorry for any mistakes n inconsistencies </3 hope u guys enjoy!! also this gif makes me drool aha i love you skye come back home the kids miss u

skye’s only ever been with men her entire life, so she was a bit worried that she won’t be as good in sex as you’d want her to be.

you were quick to dismiss her worries but offered to teach her some things she ought to know, because if there’s one thing you know about her, it’s that she’s a fast learner–an exceptionally good one at that, you came to find out.

even though skye told you that she’d never been with a woman prior to you, sometimes you still think that’s false with how good she is at everything…

one time she ate you out so good– and i’m talking eye-rolling, toe-curling, bed-wetting kind of good– that you had to double check.

“skye, are you a hundred percent sure you’ve never had–like, lesbian sex?” you questioned, sitting up from your position on the bed while she carefully wiped in between your legs with a towel.

“nope, only you. seriously. i guess i’m just that good, huh?” she quipped, with the most smug look on her face.

you roll your eyes at her and lightly smack her shoulder. “whatever.”

she doesn’t tell you this but she’s done a lot of research. and by research i mean she’s watched a bunch of lesbian porn trying to figure out the positions they’re in so she can recreate them with you (oh my god this girl.)

she just wants to make sure you feel good :’(

oral

skye riley is a certified MUNCH™. she is a giver through and through, and will do anything to make you come, especially in her mouth.

my girl can stay down there for HOURS, she doesn’t seem to get tired when she’s got her arms locked around your thighs, tongue lapping at your pussy and circling your already very sensitive clit.

her tongue is the absolute fucking besttt, she can bring an orgasm out of you just with it, and you best believe it’s the craziest one you’ve ever had. your clit is also her most favorite thing to play with– your tits coming at a close second– so you can bet that she’s not leaving it unattended anytime soon.

you feel her kiss your clit and spread open your folds with her middle and pointer fingers, groaning at the sight of your wet cunt, focused on your pulsing clit. “fuuck, there you are.” she whispers. she flattens her tongue down at your hole and drags it up to your clit, then starts her slow torture of circling and circling until your senses are on fire, and dripping down to the sheets.

her eyes stay on yours the entire time, she loves watching the way your face contorts into that of pleasure and listening to you lose your mind, it gets her so. fucking. wet. she never would’ve thought she could get this soaked without being touched.

if for whatever reason you’re holding back your sounds, she’ll search for your hands, gently trace her thumbs along the sides, and softly ask you to be louder, ALL WHILE she’s actively eating you out.

“louder. please, baby,” she murmurs, words slurred against your skin. 

if she’s not satisfied and feeling a little frustrated from the day she faced, she’ll deliver a spank down to the outside of your thigh. “i said louder. i wanna hear how good i’m making you feel. got it?” 

fingering

she LOOOOVESS to give you that head and fingering combo, because she knows it’ll drive you crazy. even if she has acrylics on. you tell her it’s fine as long as her nails are clean and that she doesn’t go too hard, but the next day she comes home with a new set. 

short nails and gel polish. only. you quite literally laugh in her fucking face.

“new set already? and it’s not extensions? what’s this about, skye?” you say suspiciously.

“oh nothing, i just wanted to give my nails a break…”

you can see right through her, and she knows it.

ANYWAY

she keeps her fingers near or on your pussy while she eats you out to hold it open and to tease you. 

it feels so fucking good, but you want more. you need more. “please… skye,” you whimper, as you wriggle against her unrelenting mouth, hoping to have one of her fingers slip inside you.

“hm? what’s that babe?” she drawls, keeping her tongue on your sensitive bud.

skye is heavy on the reward system. ask nicely and she’ll treat you like a princess, be a brat and get ready to be punished. 

so if you say (or manage to mumble out), “m-more please. i want more.” your mind is turned to mush by now due to her torturous tongue.

“oh good girl,” she coos. “more? you want more?” when you start whining, she’ll go, “ okay, okay… i’m here, be patient baby.” 

she pulls away first, her pointer finger teasing circles on your dripping hole before finally pushing in, face contorting into mock pleasure as she watches it go in and out. when she decides you’re ready, she replaces her pointer finger with her middle and ring finger, moaning as she curls them against your g-spot. “fffuuck…” she hisses,

you whimper as you throw your head back into the pillow, hips involuntarily moving at the pleasure, and missing the warmth of her tongue on your clit. 

she seems to miss your clit just as much, attaching her lips and gently sucking on your throbbing bud– alternating between that and licking– and driving you to insanity.

cumming (???)

skye loves when you grab or pull her hair during sex, like when she’s eating you out. it helps her replace the bad memories and stress she associates with the habit. and she’s also kind of a masochist, so it feels good for her. she’s happy to be your anchor back to earth when you’re ascending into heaven lol

so much is happening–the sensation of her fingers pumping in and out of you, her pressing so deep against your sweet spot that makes your stomach flutter, her wet tongue aided by soft lips suctioned around your clit–it’s putting you into overdrive, all you can think about is skye, skye, skye.

she hums against you, “yeah baby?” ..did you say that out loud?

you run a hand through her bleach-blonde pixie cut and pull. you hear her moan against your pussy, sending vibrations that send you closer to the edge.

“feelssogood baby, needa’ cum, pleaseeeee..” you’re whining, slurring your words, almost incoherent at this point, but skye understands you anyway.

she knows you like the back of her hand, knows how much you love her voice, and how much faster she can make you cum if she talks you through it. she’s also a slut for praise in every way, shape, and form. so obviously she loves to praise you, especially when you look so pretty taking her like this.

“mhm, good girl, i’ll give you what you want. ride my fingers. c’mon.”

“uh huh, just like that y/n, just like thatttttt.” 

“you’re so close, aren’t you, yeah? yeah..”

“cum for me, baby. yess, fuck– cum for me.”

9 times out of 10 she can get you to squirt just like that. but even if you don’t, its still a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves your limbs like jello.

oh but how she loves when you squirt. 

“oh fuck–no–skye i’m gonna pee. imgonnapeestopstopstop.” you whine and writhe against her, but she’s got an arm firmly secured around your hips–and to your surprise, she’s stronger than she looks, leaving your efforts to no avail. 

it comes right as she detaches her mouth from you–teasing remarks on the tip of her tongue, but now forgotten as she goes to rub your clit, leaving her chest and the sheets all wet.

she gives you some time to breathe before you look at each other and start giggling.

for all the creamers out there!!! she'll slowly pull her fingers out–watching how your creamy white cum drips down her palm–and put them in her mouth.

she keeps her eyes on yours as she makes sure she cleans all of it off.

"you taste so fucking good. my favorite,"

[greensportal]

Rafe, did you ever love ‎ ‎ ‎ me? 𓂃۶ৎ

(Rafe Cameron/Reader)

Love. That wouldn’t be the best word to describe what was going on with Rafe. Not even close. Not even a little bit. You really wish it was. But it wasn’t. You knew. He knew. Or maybe. Just maybe.. It was. You knew you guys weren’t just “friends.” That’s what bothered you. Why? Why couldn’t he realize that? Why did he have to make you think you guys were? To convince you? Or convince himself. Haha. That’s funny. No way. You thought. But.. what if?

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

Rafe blurted out, snapping you out of your thoughts. He took a drag out of his cigarette. The smoke going out of your rooms window. Classic Rafe. He studied you carefully, waiting for your answer.

“Huh? Oh. Um. Nothing.”

You smiled as you looked away, dismissing the subject. You fiddled nervously with your fingers, hoping he wouldn’t pry any longer. He didn’t. Why would he? Nothing. Yeah right. Don’t kid yourself. Of course you couldn’t say what you were actually thinking about. He’d freak out. Maybe even ghost you. You knew Rafe more than anyone. Someone says something he doesn’t like, he runs away. Like a coward. But oh, did you love him. Of course you wouldn’t tell him that. Ever.

Rafe grimaced. “Kay.” He answered. I want to tell him so bad. No way.. but what if..? No. Shut up. Don’t be stupid. You let out a sigh. I wasn’t about to sour the mood. Not right after-

“Is this about what I said back at mine?” He asked.

Shit. You couldn’t even hide the look in your face when he said that. What the hell do I say? “Yeah it bothered me a lot I couldn’t sleep for days.” Fuck no. Never. Oh god. You really hoped he hadn’t brought that up..

*A few days ago, you had overheard Rafe talking to Topper. God did you hate Topper’s guts. Yeah he did try to talk to you from time to time. But right after what happened with Sarah? Not a chance. Sarah was like a sister to you. You loved her. You’ve been close to her… and Rafe since you were kids. But Rafe wasn’t like an older brother to you. Hell no. You wouldn’t like him if you had thought that. But back to the conversation with Rafe and Topper, you were walking to Tannyhill to help Sarah pick her outfit to go out with John B. You saw Rafe and.. ugh. Topper. Really? Why the hell did Rafe even talk to his sister’s ex. Yeah yeah, they’re friends and whatever. But seriously? You were going to say hi until you heard something..

“I don’t know man. You say you guys are just friends but dude. You practically eyefuck her everytime you see her. Just admit it. You like her.” Topper laughed.

“Nah man, we’re just friends. Kay? F R I E N D S. Friends. That’s it. She’s just a little sister to me. Better than Sarah, for sure. That bitch is always pissing me off.” Rafe argued back.

“Hey man, don’t call Sarah a bitch. She’s your sister. Plus what’s so bad about Y/N anyway? She’s hot. I’d take her out if she wasn’t your girlfriend.” Topper joked. Your heart pounded intensely the second you heard your name. He wasn’t being serious, he knew you were Sarah’s best friend. He’d never do that to her. Plus, it was obvious who you liked. But obviously, you didn’t know he knew that.

“Chill. She’s not my girlfriend. Yeah she’s not bad. Didn’t say she was. Just, look.. she’s a fucking pogue man. I’d never go out with a pogue. If you wanna take her out, do it. I don’t care what happens with her anyway.” And with that, the conversation was over.

You couldn’t even believe what you were hearing. No fucking way he said that. You wanted to tell him, “Didn’t you tell me that I’m the only girl you like a few days ago? Those calls? Those hugs? Did it not mean anything?” He had to bullshitting. You were about to tell him, but decided not to. You just walked past him.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” He smiled once you walked by him. Until you walked past him, ignoring him. God that felt good. Seeing that stupid smirk come off his face. You’ve always wanted to do that..*

[Back to your conversation with Rafe]

“Back at yours? What do you mean?” You smiled, feigning cluelessness. Your heart pounding nervously. Oh god.

He tossed the now finished cigarette outside your window and walked over to you. “Look. I didn’t want to say it but. Come on. You know better than anyone else I wouldn’t want to date a pogue. Just pretend it never happened okay? We’re friends anyway. No hard feelings.” He smirked smugly. You snapped.

“No hard feelings. That’s funny. No hard fucking feelings Rafe? No hard feelings when I heard you tell one of your friends you would be humiliated to be with me because I’m a pogue? No hard feelings when you tell me shit like, ‘You’re so beautiful’, ‘Can I come over? I miss you.’ No hard feelings? No hard feelings.. Okay. Isn’t that just fucking easy for you to say? Did that really mean nothing to you? Do you think I’m a joke?” You told him. You had to. He had to know. For once, be the bigger person. You had always said to yourself. And you finally were.

“What? What the hell are you talking about? This was never about any of that. Chill. Just because we’ve been friends or whatever since we were kids doesn’t mean I like you. A pogue? Hell no.” He scowled, trying to prove a point.

If he loved you like he often said he did, he would remember this. He had to.. If he didn’t, you’d know the answer.

“You know. Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind. I mean, why the hell did I paint these walls white?” You hinted. Please let him remember. Please. He had to.

“Your walls?” He said quietly. “I don’t know.” That hit like a bullet. He really didn’t remember? You felt like crying.

“I wonder…Whats the point of this life anyways? Sometimes I’ll pray but I will never close my eyes.” You muster up a smile, trying to hide your real emotions.

“Huh? He said, confused. “Sometimes you’ll pray but you will never close your eyes?” He repeated. “What does that mean?” He frowned. It meant you hoped he remembered what your walls symbolized even though you knew he wouldn’t. Holding onto a tiny string of hope, basically.

“I want to be happy. Find a guy with an old name just like me.” “…and get over how my dog is my best friend. And he doesn’t even know what my name is.” You laughed weakly.

“Yeah, he is huh? I’ve always noticed that.” He laughed along with you. He wasn’t getting it was he? I’ve always noticed that, my ass. If he had he would’ve noticed what you meant too. Asshole.

“Rafe, did you ever love me? Rafe please just help me figure it out.” You said, letting loose of what you actually thought. It came out of your mouth so casually but you were terrified.

He stayed quiet. God that silence felt like it was eating you alive. It was making you overthink but there’s really no point in regretting things that already happened. Still, you were scared as fuck.

“Not that I’ve paid attention or anything. But.. you haven’t said it out loud…” You smiled and looked down weakly. He knew exactly what that meant. Of course he did. He had to. He was the one that created the meaning anyways. He was the cause to the effect he had on you. He would lovebomb you. Telling you sweet things. I love you’s coming out of his mouth every now and then. But did he mean it? He never said it in front of his friends.

“Rafe do you see what you’re doing? What you’re making me think about? This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. But I guess it did now.” “Rafe, maybe you’ll forget this. Or maybe it’ll get stuck in your head. Well I hope it makes you cry. The way that I did.” He stayed quiet. You didn’t know if he was regretting anything, or judging you. You didn’t care at that point. He doesn’t care. So why should you?

“Rafe did you ever love me? Rafe help me figure it out. Not that I’ve paid attention.. but you haven’t said it out loud. Rafe do you see what you’re doing? What you’re making me think about? This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. But I guess it did now..didn’t it?” You repeated, crying this time. Why the fuck is he quiet? Did he really not have anything to say? Did he really not care? Is that it? Your thoughts came to a stop when he said,

“Why? Why do you care about me so much? If you know me so well, you’d know more than anyone how fucked up in the head I am. But you still care. Why?” He said quietly, contemplating what you’d say.

“Because I love you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

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[adens-fnaf-stuff]

For @skeletoninthemelonland 's SpringDad AU which has become a comfort content for me, please forgive the quality I drew this at 1.30AM but my heart is in it because I am in love with this man.

My favourite one is the grocery store one :))

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[forestmossling]

oh my god. oh my F U C K I N G GOD?????

this is amazing. this is STUNNING.

you know you’re about to have your shit blown when a stranger things fic has a reference list several paragraphs long after every chapter.

after reading the premise i wasn’t sure this was going to be my cup of tea but i’m SO glad i ended up staying, because boy, was i very very wrong.

the plot is plotting, the narration is narrating, the characterization is characterizationing and characterizationing HARD, relationships are relationshipping like nobody’s business. this is absolutely beautiful and mesmerizing and captivating and just endlessly cool and neat in every conceivable way.

i’ve been going through something shitty recently, interpersonal relationship-vise, and all the little tidbits of these characters’ relationships with each other resonated so deeply with me, even if my situation was in no way even close to anything going on in the fic. there was everything i always wanted for myself but never got, all the worst shit i’ve ever felt, and so so much more and the entire thing kinda healed me but also probably fucked me up a little bit. but, like, in a good way.

and steddie’s love is so profound and tangible, in all the little details and all the big dramatic things and i just want to weep and smile and scream and like. whatever. good for them.

i truly feel blessed by the fact that such skilled and cool people are obsessed with the same characters and shows as me and i get to experience beautiful stories like these thanks to them. i guess there are still good things in this world worth living for, huh.

@alivingfire, my sincerest gratitude to you for this masterpiece, this shit SLAPPED. 938364625141628400472624629010173564902010986364437910100171554881010909099/10, am recommending.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51725794

(if the link isn’t linking it’s he’ll see i’m not so tough by alivingfire on ao3)

[thejadecount]

Man haven’t read the actual 40th anniversary ROTTMNT comic yet but from what I’m hearing it’s going to be HILARIOUS watching every canon-compliant AU desperately trying to add all this in and explaining what siblings X and Y were doing when and where and why

[pepperpixel]

Rune factory 5 art!!!! Cuz I’ve been playin it a lot recently! And I finally got married to Lucas so I wanted to draw some stuff of him!! Cuz I love him. He is a lil weirdo god whomst I cherish and adore..

[dbphantom]

Hate having adhd went to go work on my fallout modpack, got distracted while going to disable the steam overlay, ended up in the points shop, went to go edit my profile, decided to change my pfp, found a buried folder I forgot existed, found some old Veneer art I forgot existed, spent 45 minutes looking at all the old photos, STILL HAVE NOT TOGGLED ONE SIMPLE OPTION THAT SHOULD'VE TAKEN 30 SECONDS AT MOST

[lord-squiggletits]

"Rodimus is a better Prime because it didn't hurt for him to bond with the Matrix while for Optimus it did" headcanon/theory my beloathed.

One day I'm literally gonna snap and make a whole post addressing why what's wrong bc I'm tired of the inaccuracy and tired of ppl not understanding the Point TM of IDW and its version of the Matrix/Primacy and even more tired of people putting down Optimus in favor of Rodimus by essentially arguing that being unworthy means you deserve to be punished/put in pain bc you just weren't good enough to hold the Symbol of Ultimate Authority

[solcarow]

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[anotherpapercut]

of all the idiotic reasons people don't like the fall out boy cover of we didn't start the fire the absolute stupidest one is "it's not in chronological order!!" yeah well. when Billy Joel was writing the original song he got to make up the fucking tune and shit now didn't he. fall out boy had to work within an already made song with a set rhythm. that's obviously going to be more difficult to do strictly in chronological order because they're not just making up the song as they go. holy shit.

[deadbeandrop]

i Do think it's funny how much dead bean drop has specifically like... been such a starting point of everything that's been going on in my mind but they really did just manage to hit a bullseye being all like "oh yeah and lumpus and slinkman went to camp together as kids" like Ugh. You can't just say that to me. Come on. look at this Stupid thing

"and there's so much potential there" - ME ABOUT PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING I'VE EVER GOTTEN MY HANDS ON

[thousand-winters]

I'm bewildered. I'm astounded. I'm baffled. I'm-

Granted, it's been a While™️ since I last read TID but are you telling me Charles fucking Buford was conceived before Henry and Charlotte even cleared their misunderstanding???

This makes them even bigger dumbasses, oh, my god.