#i’m so tired right now

[dailysubwaybossemmet]

day 126

[ghostspectorguy]

Autoheart is such a neat band. I love them. Lent is such a good song

[daddys-radioactive-milk]

22 decides to help independent Vegas by getting the advantage against lanius and the leigon, but the team he manages to bring along is Pacer, Ulysses, Arcade, and Manny. Everyone is like “they’re going to kill us immediately.” But have no fear they someone get so horribly off route that they’re in the northern part of Wyoming and start a completely new objective called “why did this happen, why’re we acting like this didn’t happen.”

[growsagain]

Pro tip, if you contact someone begging to be their slave but then don’t respect them asking you to wait until tomorrow to discuss it that’s not a good indicator to your obedience and suitability as a slave, just sayin’ 😑

[rraskolnikov]

taken out of the immersion of a silly post about a fictional character because you said a roman catholic thing when character is orthodox. i don’t want to associate character with my dad. love and light and all that though

[roeldraws]

Say Thank You

Julius frowned as he made his way deeper into the forest seething, how dare some lowly soldier inflict a wound on him? He sat down leaning against a tree, glaring at the line of blood dripping down his forearm. 

He knew that the healers back at the Aether Resort would refuse to treat him unless they too had lost their minds. They all feared him, as they should. He was the vessel of Loptous, after all. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice asking, “Julius? What are you doing here?” Julius looked up to see the owner of the voice, a young mage about his age with dark blue hair and eyes. 

“What do you want, Morgan?” Julius snapped, his voice laced with his usual coldness. 

Morgan’s cheerful smile didn’t falter, “I saw you leave by yourself after our last battle and got a little worried so I thought I’d follow you.”

Morgan’s gaze fell onto the wound on his arm, “That looks pretty bad, Julius,” he said with concern. “Let me help you.” Julius scoffed, “I don't need your help, Morgan.”

“Come on, let me help,” Morgan insisted.

“You really want to help me?” Julius asked with a glare, “do you even know what I am?”

“Of course I do, you’re my teammate.” Morgan grinned. Julius raised an eyebrow, taken aback by Morgan’s answer, he was not expecting that at all. He had never encountered anyone so… innocent. 

“How amusing,” Julius said with a smirk, he extended his arm to Morgan, “I suppose I’ll let you treat my arm.” 

Morgan beamed and started to help clean the wound with a damp cloth. His touch was gentle, his movements careful as he started wrapping up Julius’s arm. 

Julius couldn’t seem to look away from Morgan’s warm smile, a smile that didn’t look forced, a genuine smile. He’d seen this smile so many times from a distance at the Aether Resort, he never would have imagined that smile would be directed at him.

He wished to see that smile more often.

“All done!” Morgan beamed as he finished dressing the wound.

Julius stood up and turned to leave without a word, he didn’t get far when he heard Morgan calling after him, “W-wait!” Julius turned around to see Morgan looking a little hurt, he stammered shyly, “Y-you should say thank you when someone does something nice for you.” 

Julius lips tugged into a smirk as he approached Morgan his hand gently brushing under the boy’s chin, “very well.”

He gently lifted Morgan’s chin and leaned down to plant a quick kiss on his forehead, earning a gasp of surprise from the boy, “thanks,” Julius whispered, his voice a mere breath on Morgan’s skin. He pulled away, his crimson eyes filled with an unexpected softness. 

Morgan's face burned bright red as he stammered, “Y-you're welcome, Julius.” As Julius walked away with a smirk on his face, Morgan couldn't help but feel his heart race. He had never expected the cold prince to show him such kindness. 

As Julius made his way out of the forest, a small blush creeped on his face. He couldn’t deny the feelings he had for Morgan, he wanted to see more of his kind smile, wanted to be by his side, to kill anyone who threatened to hurt him.

He wanted Morgan to be his and only his.

Julius had just arrived at the entrance of the Aether Resort when he was suddenly cornered by a masked swordsman.

“What did you just do to Morgan?” Marth demanded, his usual stoic voice replace with anger, his eyes hidden behind his butterfly mask. 

Julius smirked at the question, “I simply showed my appreciation for his help.”

Marth glared at him, his hand resting on the hilt of her sword, “You stay away from him, Julius. I won't let you hurt him.”

Julius chuckled, amused by Marth's concern for Morgan, “Don't worry, Marth. I have no intention of hurting Morgan. In fact, I think I’ve taken quite a liking to him.”

Marth took a step back, clearly taken aback by Julius's confession. “You can't be serious,” he stammered.

Julius leaned forward, their faces inches apart, his smirk never leaving his face. “I've never been more serious in my life. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a mage to invite to dinner.”

With that, Julius turned and walked away, leaving Marth standing there, his mind reeling from the unexpected revelation. 

[vixvigil]

[arcanegalaxy]

life advice don’t get toothache it fucking hurts

can’t wait for them to take that thing out

[rxsterek]

Do I not feel well because my social meter is empty?

Do I not feel well because I accidentally ate something I don’t do so well with?

Do I not feel well because I feel a little on edge?

My stomach: you tell me, boss.

Yeah idk either

[l3viat8an]

I need to ride Levi until he’s shaking whimpering whining and cumming endlessly🤤

Nsfw!

you get me, nonnie <3 gods riding Levi turning him into an utter mess until he’s whimpering sounds amazing-

Watching Levi’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his pretty moans mixed with whines and broken pleas for more… he sounds so desperate as you bounce up and down on his cock, taking advantage of being on top to set whatever pace you want. Rolling your hips into his faster and faster just to slow down and drag it out~

He leaves scratches claw marks down your back and across your ass, it all feels too good for him to control himself… his face is bight red and he can’t even keep eye contact with you-

Yet he’s still begging, whining, hell he’s even drooling and he can’t stop cumming. As you pull orgasm after orgasm out of him (lucky demons recover quickly-)

Saying Levi is overstimulated is definitely an understatement…. But he’s past the point of wanting you to stop, instead he want- he needs you to keep going, it’s all he needs right now… you to keep riding him just like this. Like all he is, is a toy for you to use however you want.

All while you suck and nip hickeys into his neck and lower. He does the same to you, sooo many bite marks cover your own neck, shoulders, even across your chest marking every orgasm he’s had so far.

Levi thighs are coved in sweat mixing with yours and his cum… it’s sticky and a little gross but it feels so fucking good right now- and he’s going to cum again- he tries to warn you, whimpering that you need to slow down but you don’t. Instead speeding up to push him over the edge again, tug on his hair, clench your cunt around him-

Fuckkk the moans he lets out when he cums for the nth time sounds heavenly to your ears. His nails dig into your ass again while he rocks up into you, riding out his last orgasm… as a new set of teeth marks join the others already turning reddish-purple on your chest.

Levi has tears running down his cheeks as babbles and clings to you for comfort, he practically melts against you as you give it to him. Your soft voice whisper sweet praise right in his ear, telling him he’s your good boy, giving him so many sweet kisses all over his face…

It’s all he wants now, all he needs. You’re all he needs.

[steddieas-shegoes]

It’s been done in every which way but Eddie being in an accident of some kind that leaves him paralyzed, but his doctors believe he could walk again with intense physical therapy

He’s stubborn and absolutely hasn’t dealt with any of the trauma of the accident and takes it out on his physical therapist, Steve, who is used to patients being pretty angry about their situation

He always meets Eddie where he is though, tries to keep a smile on his face and joke when appropriate and even shares his cookies from his lunchbox with him

Eventually, Eddie starts making some progress, but instead of being happy about it, he panics and cancels all his PT appointments for the week

Steve tries calling, texting, emailing, doing everything he can to encourage him to keep going, but it all goes unanswered until Gareth, one of Eddie’s closest friends, calls him on Eddie’s phone

He’s depressed and he won’t get out of bed, he’s given up. He’s tired of being in pain and having to try to so hard just to move his damn legs a little

Steve isn’t usually this personal with clients, and tells Gareth he can’t discuss anything medical with him due to patient confidentiality, but insists he should try to drag him to the office the next day before it opens

And somehow, probably through guilt, Gareth manages to wheel a very sullen and grumpy Eddie into the side door entrance to the office at seven in the morning

Steve tells him to come back in an hour to pick him up and Eddie ignores the goodbye Gareth says to him

And Steve pretends nothing is wrong at all, goes through the usual temperature and blood pressure check, asks how he’s feeling and gets a grunt in response, asks if there’s any pain and gets an eye roll

But Eddie met his match in Steve because Steve then pushes him to the center of the workout room, where a large mat is out and a walker is set to the side

“What’s that?”

“Your walker.”

“I don’t need one seeing as I can’t fucking walk.”

“You are today.”

And Steve knows he’s pushing and he hates being pushy

But he knows what his clients are capable of, and he knows without a single doubt in his mind that Eddie is ready to use the walker for five to ten minute increments. He has the leg strength and the stubbornness, he just needs the belief in himself

“Do you want me to hurt myself worse?”

“Of course not. And if you get tired, the seat on the walker is right there. But you can walk and you will walk.”

“And if I call Gareth to come get me right now?”

“Then I don’t believe my services are of value to you anymore and I’ll wish you the best.”

It pained Steve to say it because he knew he was fucking good at what he did, maybe the best in town. His clients often had to wait for his availability to open for weeks or months at a time because of how many people were referred to him

But he said the right thing because Eddie huffed, groaned, and cursed under his breath before wheeling himself to the edge of the mat to hold onto the walker

He pulled himself up

His legs were shaking from not being used for the last few days more than the bare minimum, but his determination was clear

Steve slowly pulled the chair away as Eddie unlocked the brakes of the walker and glared at Steve as he took one step, then two

Sure, he was relying pretty heavily on the walker, maybe more than Steve would’ve liked to see, but he was moving

He made it across the mat and then locked the brakes, sat down on the pad on the walker, and gave a sarcastic grin to Steve

“Happy?”

“Are you?”

And maybe Eddie wasn’t ready to be asked that because he was suddenly sobbing, covering his face as tears flowed down his cheeks

Steve gave him a few seconds before moving to kneel in front of him, pulling his hands away

“You deserve to have your life back, Eddie. You’ve been lucky to have the chance to walk again. Let’s not waste it, okay?”

Eddie spent the rest of the session walking across the mat and taking breaks every two minutes or so

It was better than Steve even expected, but he reminded Eddie not to do too much at once

Eddie didn’t miss any more appointments with Steve, and every appointment, he seemed to be more charming and flirty, more like “the old Eddie” according to Gareth, who drove him most days

Steve never admitted it out loud, but he knew what he felt for Eddie was different from other clients. It felt more personal, and it felt like it could be more someday

When Eddie graduated to a cane, Steve’s services were officially no longer needed

And Eddie decided that he should probably take Steve out on a date

“Since I can walk and hold your hand now,” he winked.

Steve should say no, but he doesn’t

Because holding Eddie’s hand feels even more right as his boyfriend than it did as his physical therapist

[mossy-paws]

PHIGHTER 15! (PHIGHTING!)

Hi tumblr here’s your food for the time being LMAOOOO anyways I like him a lot,,,,, very cool dude,,, love that he has a fursona /silly /pos

anyways! Yeah! This took about 10 hours and I speedran it in like 2 days, was it healthy? Nah. Was it worth it? I would say so! I do like how it came out and it was nice since this is the first time I’ve drawn canines in like. 2 years LMAO

anyways fun closeups too:

[rendevok]

The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙

+bonus doodle:

…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️

(ID under cut!)

Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.

Page 2

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.

Page 3

On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.

The sun shines through the blinds of the window.

Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.

Page 4

Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.

Page 5

They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.

They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.

Page 6

Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.

Bonus image

A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.

End ID.]

[euphorial-docx]

ALSO the way soooo many people are showing pictures of palestinian children locked in cages, palestinian men being stripped and whipped in public, pregnant palestinian women being brutalized, palestinian children looking up at air strikes, and labeling them israeli and circling them around online as propaganda to support an apartheid is ridiculous.

they call these acts evil when they think the victims are israeli, and yet stay silent when the reality is that those images are of palestinians being oppressed, displaced, and abused.

[starrylevi]

Levi who has an untitled album in his phone and it’s all pictures of you. Most are candids in which you’re caught off guard. He’s talented at taking pictures without you noticing. There’s a picture of you sleeping, another of you snuggled up against his chest, one of you belly laughing, and more. However, his favorites are the ones that are the most ordinary, the ones that you personally don’t think are all that special. In these pictures you’re doing the most mundane things like laundry, washing the dishes, watching television, engaging in your favorite hobby, etc. He thinks you look beautiful in all of them. He doesn’t believe there needs to be a reason for him to take these pictures. You simply existing is reason enough for him.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

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