#i'm gonna bash my head into a wall

[judasofsuburbia]

soooo nick's gonna play a villain in a sapphic movie. sooooo i'll never be normal about that man again i fear.

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ We better get this for the entire season 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️

[hendolish]

ty @purple-afternoon for giving me inspo :)

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declan rice/anthony gordon - dazed (part 2!)

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The air at the England camp is alive with anticipation. The excitement of the previous match lingers, creating a charged atmosphere, and Anthony finds himself drawn to Declan more and more each day.

They haven’t labeled their relationship, but all Anthony knows is that he likes spending time with Dec, definitely loves kissing him, and he doesn’t want any of it to stop. He also appreciates their banter, a language of its own, filled with teasing, and the laughter that makes Declan's face light up in the most captivating way.

The morning sun filters through the training ground, casting a golden hue over everything. Anthony stretches on the pitch, his muscles relishing the warm-up, when Declan jogs over, a mischievous glint in his eyes after he catches Anthony tugging down the front of his top from where it's ridden upwards.

“Ready to get schooled, Gordon?” Declan teases, nudging Anthony with his shoulder.

Anthony grins and rolls his eyes, feeling that familiar light and easy flutter in his chest. “In your dreams.”

They share a laugh, the kind that feels easy and natural. As they move through drills, Anthony notices how Dec’s presence steadies him. The banter between them flows effortlessly, punctuated by moments of shared glances and inside jokes. Somehow it feels as though they've known each other forever.

During a break, they sit on the damp grass, catching their breath. Declan leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, looking out over the training ground. Anthony can’t help but steal glances at him, taking in the way the sunlight highlights the contours of his angular face.

“Dec,” Anthony starts, his voice soft, “d'you ever think about what happens after all this?”

Declan turns to him, eyebrows raised. “You mean after the tournament?”

“Yeah. Like, what happens with us?”

Declan’s smile is warm, reassuring. “I think we figure it out as we go, mate. I like this,” he gestures between them, “and I don’t see why it has to stop.”

Anthony nods, feeling a surge of affection and a wash of relief he wasn't aware he was witholding. “Me too.”

Their moment is interrupted by Stonesy, who plops down next to them with a wide grin. “You two look cozy. What’s the goss?”

Anthony feels his cheeks heat up. He opens his mouth to respond, but the words get stuck. “Uh, nothing much, just… talking.”

Declan, ever the quick thinker, jumps in. “We were just discussing who’s got the best moves on the team. Obviously, I said you've got nothing on me.”

John laughs, clearly delighted by the deflection. “You wish, Dec. Everyone saw those moves after the quarters.”

The banter continues, and Anthony is grateful for the distraction. He admires how easily Declan shifts the focus, making everyone laugh and feel at ease. It’s one of the things he loves and admires about him.

Later, as they head back to their rooms, Declan wraps an arm around Anthony’s shoulders, pulling him close. “You alright? Looked like you were about to combust back there.”

Anthony chuckles, leaning into Declan’s side. “Yeah, thanks for that. I’m still getting used to… this.”

Declan’s grip tightens slightly. “Me too. But we’ve got this, Ant. No need to rush anything.”

That night, they find themselves in Declan’s room, the TV playing highlights from the previous matches. Declan lies back on the bed, and Anthony joins him, resting his head on Dec’s chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing is soothing, and Anthony feels content in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Didn’t expect you to be such a cuddler,” Anthony murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips.

Declan chuckles, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Anthony’s back. “Guess you bring it out in me.”

Anthony’s heart swells at the admission. He lifts his head slightly to look at Declan. “I like it. I like being here with you.”

Declan’s eyes soften, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to Anthony’s lips. “Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

The next day, during training, the mood is good. The team is a well-oiled machine, working together seamlessly, and Declan and Anthony’s connection on the field seems to have bloomed alongside their off-field relationship. They move in sync, anticipating each other’s moves, creating opportunities that leave their teammates impressed.

As they head back to the dressing room, Harry Kane comments, “You two have gotten pretty close lately, haven’t you?”

Anthony feels the blush creeping up his neck. “Uh, yeah, we’ve just been… spending more time together.”

Declan, sensing Anthony’s discomfort, jumps in with a grin. “Can you blame him, mate? I’m irresistible.” He winks, making everyone laugh, effectively diverting the attention.

In the quieter moments, Anthony reflects on how much has changed in such a short time. He’s never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying. But with Declan by his side, he feels ready to face whatever comes next.

As they lie in bed that night, Declan pulls Anthony close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You know, I’m glad we have this time together.”

“Me too,” Anthony whispers, feeling the truth of those words deep in his bones. He looks up at Declan, their faces inches apart. “I don’t want this to end.”

Declan smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes Anthony’s heart skip a beat. “It won’t. We’ll make sure of it.”

Anthony closes his eyes, letting the warmth of Declan’s embrace wash over him. In this moment, everything feels right. The future may be uncertain, but with Declan, he knows they’ll face it together. And that’s all that matters.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Declan breaks it with a question that catches Anthony off guard. “How long is a flight to Newcastle d’you reckon then?”

Anthony enjoys the way the syllables trip off Declan’s Cockney tongue. “About an hour, I think.”

Declan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, have you even got an airport up there? I ain't gotta buy a private jet or something?”

Anthony laughs and hits him lightly on the chest. “'Course we’ve got an airport, you div. It’s the north of England, not the third world.”

He can feel the rumble of Declan’s laughter in his chest as he argues, “Same thing.”

Anthony rolls his eyes but smiles. “Like I said, about an hour. Not... not that I’ve, like… looked it up already or anything…”

Declan’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Oh, so you have been planning my visits, huh?”

Anthony’s blush deepens, and he sputters, “N-No! I just… I was curious, alright?”

Dec’s laughter is infectious, and before Anthony knows it, they’re rolling around on the bed, playfighting until Declan pins him down, swooping down to steal his lips in a kiss.

The kiss is warm and sweet, filled with the promise of more moments like this. As they pull apart, Anthony gazes up at Declan, his heart full. Whatever the future holds, he knows they’ll face it together, and that’s all he needs.

♡

[hamletisintown]

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[purityvalentine]

doing commissions like

[mememan93]

Life. man.

[cowardlycowboys]

saw a post about dads and now I'm SAD

[maranull]

imma be honest, i have been getting pretty tired of Elden Ring lately (gameplay wise), but i just tried the Blade of Calling - Black Knife combo and it absolutely rocks

i also get to semi-cosplay Meli, so that's extra neat

[martensite-triangulation]

I saw a take so vile and disgusting I feel like vomiting

[astramachina]

Every time a character gets brutalized for being queer and they decide to "take the high ground" by not dismembering either their abuser or those who aided in the abuse with their bare hands, a reader loses their wings.

It's me. I'm the reader who loses their wings!

[scribefindegil]

There are two post-Mogami oneshots I want to write if my brain ever comes back. One is the soft & tender "Mob has a lot of people who love him and is doing Okay, actually" story that is very important to me on a personal level (holds the catharsis gently in my hands so everyone can see it!). The other is about Reigen and Dimple being stupid.

[fukounaboy]

I hate you and never wanna see you again but I know when I wake up you're gonna be the first person I think of and I hate it.

[panevanbuckley]

the irony of me not being a huge fan of slow burn fics and now ending up in my own irl slow burn situation is killing me

[nc-vb]

Okay, so, funny story, I've just been procrastinating and dicking around all day long and I only have bullet points written down and a title page. I now have... 109 minutes to write this essay.

Update: my math was wrong. lmao I have 163 minutes.

[fungifanart]

Y'all, PLEASE tell me I'm not the only one who's hit a wall at chapter 67-24.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Love cleaning my elbow brace and how it smells like detergent for weeks after <333