#idk!!!!!! it's one of those nights

[slavhew]

hm

[kaiserouo]

civilian in the mall

[xxplastic-cubexx]

give me some whiskey and ill draw The Most Thing i can come up with

bonus:

[akiacia]

cake night highlights

[hivemindscape]

im a big fan of esper powers slipping loose in harmless ways when they're happy

[slushfaerie]

thinking about patrick gently caressing your cheek, running an almost sweet hand through your hair as he fucks you.

you say you're close and he just laughs as he stuffs himself impossibly deeper into your messy cunt.

"think i don't already know? greedy pussy's squeezing me so tight, 's like she's trying to milk me dry. can fuckin' feel it.."

he presses a little kiss to your forehead after he spills inside of you. doesn't think he'll ever get enough of you.

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[wade-winston-wilson]

I feel so protective of Iceman. And it's such a weird feeling, but I DO. I want good things for him. I want him to beat the cancer and live. I want him to get the guy. I want him to forgive himself for never making his dad proud. I want him to hug his mom. I want her to tell him that she loves him. I want Ice to confess his undying love to Maverick in the pouring rain. I want Mav to cry into the kiss when he asks Ice to marry him. I want Slider to visit him in their old age. I want Slider to refer to Maverick as his brother-in-law because that's what Ice is to him: a brother. I want the flyboys to keep in touch with Ice too. I want Iceman and Maverick to host monthly poker nights so they all can catch up. I want Ice to tell Bradley he loves him and he's proud of him. I want Bradley to tell his Uncle Tom that he loves him and is proud of him, too. I want, I want, I want.

[deoidesign]

someone asked me what if adam and steve switched vampire and werewolf...

And then since my monsters are purposefully not much visually different because of metaphors, I went more traditional vampire and werewolf...

and then I got carried away...

[spotaus]

The brothers meet again

Ohhh my gods, this one was so daunting (I don't like backgrounds 😭) but it was so fun!!! This scene is going to be like. The really fun dramatic one when I get around to writing it, but for now here's a piece for it instead!!

Very quick explanation for those who haven't seen my insane rambles: Dream was about to kill Killer (finish him off) when Nightmare bursts out of hiding to get between them!

Now, bonus stuff!

^ He's actually very handsome <3

^Thinner version with a crop I like better??

^ I had to check sizing a few times (but Killer is angled so idk if it really helped?) And I just thought this was REALLY funny

^ Just the twins!

[sergle]

I think I'm going to make a temperature blanket this year

[johnslittlespoon]

– i think of you all of the time.

[isbergillustration]

Something something becoming a city

[fumifooms]

[gossippool]

just reread my first poolverine fic that i wrote before even creating this tumblr or knowing jackshit about logan and let's just say. it is not great. but it did spawn one of the funniest metaphors i've ever written

[pizzaqueen]

Rest Stop

Written for the prompt ‘rest’ for @steddiemicrofic

387 words / rated T / pre-slash

Recreational drug use

There’s a rest stop on the decommissioned road a little ways out of Hawkins. It’s not a lot of anything, a tin roof over a picnic table, but Steve likes it. Thinks of it as ‘his’ spot, even though Tommy H told him about it. But it’s a good place to be alone. To, well, rest.

And, sure, Hawkins is full of places like that, quiet, empty places, and alone isn’t something Steve likes to be that much, but nights like tonight…

He sighs, tips his beer to his lips. It doesn’t hit him often, but when it does, it’s a restless itch; he can get away from Hawkins, from his house, his job, his nonexistent love life, but he can’t get away from that feeling. Out here he gets close, though.

Tonight, his solitude is short-lived. Footsteps make Steve tense, and a deep voice cuts through the night: “Steve?”

The tension drains; Steve turns. “Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie blinks. “I found you.” He scratches his head, nods at the table Steve’s sitting on. “Mind if I…?”

“It’s a free country.”

“So I’m told.” Eddie’s lips quirk; he sits beside Steve, pulling a joint from his jacket. He waggles it; Steve nods.

“Why were you looking for me?”

An orange flame sparks from Eddie’s lighter, catching the end of the joint. “I wasn’t.” Eddie takes a drag, gives the joint to Steve.

“You said you found me…”

“Don’t have to be looking for you to find you.”

Steve shakes his head. “All right.” He takes a hit, relishing the pleasant buzz, passes it back.

“What brings the valiant Sir Steve out here?”

“I like the quiet.”

“That a hint for me to shut my yap?”

“No.” Steve knocks their shoulders together. “I like listening to you talk.” Why did he say that? He doesn’t really care. Huh.

Surprise flickers over Eddie’s face, but it settles into something pleased. “Good.” He winks. “Because I have plenty of stories to tell.”

After a few moments, Steve says, “Well,” waving his hand, “go ahead.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle; he starts talking, gesticulating wildly, and Steve realizes the restlessness is gone. Maybe it’s the weed. He’s pretty sure it’s all Eddie.

Okay. Something to look at later. For now, he basks in Eddie’s voice and the easy, restful feeling of being near him.