#im starting a tag hehe

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

old habits ian in his emt uniform AAAARRRGGHHHHH

[ old habits ]

mickey's halfway to the mailbox when he stops dead in his tracks, his eyes immediately zeroing in on ian chatting with lucy one driveway over. he doesn't give a fuck about lucy on a normal day - but today it's like she's not even there, because ian's clearly just come home from work and holy fuck...

mickey's caught glimpses of his emt uniform, but never out in broad daylight like this - every inch of the well-fitting blue button-down - the shine of his silver badge - the clean cut and crisp lines all tucked perfectly into place and jesus christ, mickey practically drools, his hand reaching blindly into the mailbox almost as an afterthought. no man should look this hot in a uniform.

lucy can't resist the call either. clearly. but lucy isn't getting turned out in ian's comfy bed every other night like mickey is, now is she? no, she isn't! and it isn't lucy who ian's noticing and sending a little wave over to, is it? no! it's mickey! and it's also mickey who saunters his way over to interrupt, happily, with a composed, "ay doc, you got a thermometer in that fanny pack-a yours?"

it gets them both tucked away inside ian's house with a laughably low amount of effort. and now that he's here, mickey can put his plan to action, watching his personal emt emerge from the bathroom with one of those concerned brow furrows. "you got a fever...?"

ian's got the thermometer, but it's the back of his hand that he uses instead, pressing it to mickey's cheek to check his temperature. then softly over his forehead. mickey mumbles something noncommittal. whatever will keep ian's attention on him like this.

"hm..." after his forehead, ian's hand drops to the back of mickey's neck - more comforting than anything - and god damn, does is light him up from the inside out. "you're definitely runnin' hot..."

an understatement of the century.

but mickey is the perfect patient. opens his mouth real good and everything when ian tells him to, keeping that eye contact as he feels the thermometer slip under his tongue. "stay here for me, alright kid?"

uh huh. yup. whatever the fuck he wants.

mickey watches ian move around the kitchen. takes in a greedy helping of how nicely those slacks hug his ass. how fucking snatched his waist is with that thick belt. how his back broadens into strong shoulders under the pressed blue fabric of his shirt. jesus fucking christ, this man. no way motherfuckers ain't passing out on the spot when he arrives on the scene. damn, mickey would do some highly questionable shit just to get him-

beep beep! beep beep! beep beep!

"lemme see."

mickey opens up exactly as asked, the thermometer slipped out from under his tongue.

in front of him, ian reads the numbers, mickey's scheme about to be put to rest once he realizes there never was a- "hm..."

mickey frowns. flicks his eyes to the thermometer and then back up. "what?" he asks. "the fuck you mean 'hm'?"

"you weren't kiddin' - you really got a fever going."

and-... wait a minute. "really?"

"mhm. looks like you're gonna need some follow-up care."

mickey's brain plugs along slowly, trying to wrap around what's happening. "...what-"

but the rest of his confusion is snuffed out as ian moves forward, scooping him up in his arms and getting that bespoke heart attack to set in - gloriously. because he's carrying mickey toward the stairs, "gonna have to be on bed rest for quite a while, i'm thinkin'..." the thermometer with mickey's temp left on the kitchen counter.

99.1

[divorcedwife]

my angel from way above

[choccy-milky]

seb and clora working on baby #1 👶 🔞🔞!! NSFW !!🔞🔞

[poipiku]

[twitter]

[sideblogdotjpeg]

post battle, one last short rest

[rueclfer]

evergreen

𖤓 ii. meet the campers | series m.list | prev | part iii.

cabin one

cabin two

cabin three

cabin four

notes:

𖤓 okay i AM plotting for some side ships but idk how in depth im gonna get with them

𖤓 no one wants to room with bkdk. bakugou -> wants to be in bed and asleep by 9pm. izuku -> talks so fuckin much. (+ im fixing that fuckass epilogue IDC)

𖤓 something about including toga in with the kids is healing something in me i think heh

𖤓 toga and shigs are siblings in this au <3

[bandtrees]

they would get divorced in one universe just to find eachother in another one

alternatively titled: sometimes you're the level-headed token flesh-head impulse-control-and-polycule-member of a stubborn, eccentric, and hearty telephone-headed drug addict, and there's cruelty in the world you deem fit to suicidally fight, and that either goes about as well as you'd expect it to, or you learn about love and the value of your life and junk along the way

[nevvn]

one year ago, i told myself, "what if solomon was a barista?"

[lesliemeyers]

the noble warrior leading his king to safety

+ some closeups under the cut ↴

[gomzdrawfr]

You know that one post of the grannies adopting Simon…it’s been in my mind…

[vinestaff]

young me should have indulged in persona more i missed out on so much,

[bl0tches]

*whips out the rarest of rarepairs* and i call this one heatwave

[vampistol]

I just got an ad that shows a fully rendered version of the drawing im working on... anyone else w medibang experience that?

Lolol jk anyways here the full piece is kinda mid so under the cut :P

Heres a version where hes only half dipped in spaghettio sauce

[faksyan]

In which I attempt to go back to traditional drawing and draw some mgs guys.

[saym0-0]

hi. im an ambulatory wheelchair user fwhip truther. if you even care.

this drawing was originally for a teen/human au, hence the lack of a beard hes like 15, but tbh it could also be regular fwhip so read it as you like

[those-rainbow-ninjas]

erm.. some mop sicko doodles….. i frickin love this show man…

[chronicblackdespondency]

why do all my dads play guitar