#im working on the others i swear

[morriskinggg]

thank you for this request!!! 😎 I love tj from 1776 he’s one of my favorites as well!!! I took reference from the movie for this….hopefully I drew him right

[wojtekaneko]

Drawings of MAG 160 because I'm completely normal about The Watcher's Crown scene c:

[carcarrot]

columbo - "the most dangerous match"

[sharpace]

Goncharov has my mind in a grip

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[transvampireboyfriend]

"Can I kiss you?" Steve asks, eyes glued to the side of Eddie's face.

Eddie is sitting on his couch and Steve is hanging out across from him, lounging on Wayne's recliner.

He gets to use it whenever Wayne's at work, with his explicit permission and now priority, since Eddie was jealous enough to start a mock argument and Wayne took Steve's side just to tease his nephew.

So now Eddie has to give that place up whenever Steve's over. Which, he almost always is, these days.

They're watching some horror movie Steve's not paying attention to because Eddie keeps laughing delightedly and the sound is starting to feel like coming home for Steve.

Not to mention, Eddie's wearing a crop-top again today, and the hair on his stomach renders Steve absolutely useless and unable to pay attention to anything else around them.

Not that his attention is too far from Eddie most days, at most times.

Eddie was saying the movie's killer was an idiot for getting the girl before he wasted her asshole boyfriend and Steve laughed at that, and suddenly, noticing how content he was here made him brave enough to ask for more.

"What?" Eddie asks in response, his eyes wide as he turns to look at Steve

"I asked if I can kiss you" Steve repeats, not one to back down, not when he's caught Eddie staring at him all starry-eyed before, not when Eddie goes out of his way all the time to make Steve's days so much better.

Eddie blinks "No, I heard you, I just- I just meant-" he splutters "um, I'm not really sure what I meant"

Steve watches the red spread across Eddie's cheek and smiles.

"So. Can I?" Steve presses

"I mean-" Eddie says, out of breath "yeah. Yeah, you sure can." he says.

Steve feels butterflies flutter in his chest. He gets up from Wayne's chair and goes to sit beside Eddie on the couch.

Eddie watches him like a deer in headlights, all the way through.

When he sits, Steve presses a kiss against Eddie's cheek. The warmth of his blush feels like early morning sunshine on Steve's lips.

"Oh," Eddie murmurs, almost sounding disappointed,

"No, I meant on your lips," Steve confirms, "but you look a little stunned"

That startles a soft laugh from Eddie.

"I guess I wasn't prepared to-"

"You don't have to do anything, I can take care of it" Steve interrupts jokingly, making Eddie laugh again, louder this time, joyous, the kind Steve keeps hoping for and never gets tired of.

"Smartass," Eddie accuses, softly pushing Steve's face away with his hand,

Steve laughs, enjoying the contact. Once their laughter dies down he says, honestly,

"You just have to want it too"

Eddie moves his hand to cradle Steve's face and bring him closer again, "Of course I want it." he says, his eyes trailing down Steve's face and focusing on his lips "I want it so much. Can we just stop talking about it and can you just-?"

Before Eddie can finish asking, Steve nods, says "Okay," and leans in to join their lips.

Eddie's lips are soft and he melts against Steve, his hands finding Steve's waist and resting there, sending a comforting warmth spreading up Steve's sides.

Steve buries his hands in Eddie's hair like he's wanted to do for months now, drawing him impossibly closer and holding him there with as much care as he can muster when they draw apart.

He can't resist going back in to gently kiss Eddie once, twice. Three, four times.

Eddie giggles, moves to lock Steve inside his hold, his arms crossing behind Steve's back and drawing him into his lap.

Steve goes easily, with a smile on his face and his heart hammering in his chest.

"I love this t-shirt" Steve confesses, running his hands down the soft material, until he gets to the cut off point, just on Eddie's ribs, and traces his fingers on bare skin.

Eddie presses a loud kiss to the joint of Steve's jaw,

" 've you been ogling me, Harrington?" Eddie teases him. Steve giggles, giddy with their closeness and how easy this is.

"Maybe," Steve says, finally getting to touch that happy trail, softly running his fingers over it. He watches as he does it too, feeling hypnotized.

He doesn't know how much time passes before he looks up again and finds Eddie looking at him like that again, like Steve hung the moon or something.

"You're beautiful" Eddie tells him, sounding out of breath.

Steve gasps dramatically, "Have you been ogling me, Munson?" he asks in his best gossipy tone,

It startles a loud laugh out of Eddie, one that shows his dimples, crinkles his eyes and throws his head back. Steve can't wipe the grin off his face, watching him.

"Oh!" Eddie gasps between laughs "ALL the time," he answers "just. 24/7. nonstop"

Steve giggles again. He adores this boy.

He cradles Eddie's face and traces the wrinkles around his eyes with his thumbs. Presses them to Eddie's dimples, traces the smile on his lips. Such a pretty smile, Steve tells him so.

Eddie draws up to place a kiss to the side of Steve's nose, right where Steve knows he has one of two marks from wearing his reading glasses earlier.

It's weird, surprising and oddly sweet, so much sweeter because Steve adores that Eddie surprises him all the time.

Steve chases after Eddie to kiss him again, trails his hands down Eddie's face and neck, one hand gently toying with Eddie's necklace and the other placed on top of the soft material of his t-shirt.

Eddie gives him so many kisses, long kisses and short ones, big and small ones, desperate and unhurried ones, so many sweet ones.

Steve gets lost in it, smiles against them and categorizes them as best he can, sighs against them and as the movie finishes unwatched and Eddie trails his fingers under Steve's shirt, Steve promises himself he'll collect as many kisses from Eddie Munson as he possibly can.

[bluespiritshonour]

"Not everything's changed" -Mai, Going Home Again

[stuckinapril]

Just a girl who wants to be her mother’s daughter in the ways that matter

[etahk]

doodles I made in onenote instead of finishing the actual post for today

[lovesickeros]

popping in randomly after almost an entire month just to talk non stop about the tsaritsa again everyone sit down.

specifically just thinking about the implications of tsaritsa's ideals originally being about love + the abandonment of those ideals to complete her goal of, presumably, destroying Celestia or whatever she's cooking up. to the point even her people don't love her and I probably don't even remember a time her ideals were of love. now it's all just ice and snow and cold.

which makes romantic fics w her even funnier because she's purposely removed this part of herself and suddenly reader walks into teyvat like they own the place (they do) and I can only imagine her reaction. angry, probably. because why you? what are you doing to her that's caused her hundreds of years of strict adherence to rejecting "love" both from others and to others to just. collapse. absolute shattering of her world and you probably don't even know it bc if nothing else she's good at hiding it. a lot of denial. tries to pick you apart and see what's makes you so different.

and oh she just hates it. she loathes it.

basically one sided enemies to lover trope because she can't stand you for a while but if you stick around she starts warming up to you and it makes it WORSE. so much worse. tries to distance herself but your just everywhere and it gets on her nerves because why does she love you? she isn't capable of love, not anymore. she thought she was.

g-d forbid one of the harbingers or PIERRO notices she'd never live it down. might even consider the implications of just killing you (she doesnt). worse if you know about it and act like a brat she will lose her damn mind

just the tsaritsa being an absolutely horrible mess internally.

[rust-berrie]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! shout out to all the shaniacs thinking about this man today

oh my god take it already he looks like he’s about to shit himself

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Howdy's rainbow suspenders.

thank you for coming to my Ted Talk-

[fortjester]

gojo satoru & geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen vs. uncomfortably numb by american football ft. hayley williams

[celerydays]

A Bit of Pain Never Hurt: Act I ⚡️

🔞 NSFW // MDNI 🔞

TW: some light bondage and electro stimulation~

Full versions on [TWITTER] and [POIPIKU]

[extra-gray]

jihoon. that's it that's the ask

No bc you're so right. I literally can't stop thinking about him lately. His pretty wavy hair, his cute face, and his muscles. Imagine being on top of him and worshipping every inch of his body... breaking him down till he's nothing but a whimpering mess. Thinking about shattering that tough exterior, and having him literally bend to your will. How normally, he'd overpower you... but you have him wrapped so good around your little finger, that he can't even fight back as you use him however you like. Commanding him into positions he'd only ever seen you in, and liking it. Riding him slowly and watching the way his face changes… counting down the seconds until he feels too good to hold in his moans anymore. Just watching the way his pretty pale skin flushes pink, from his cheeks to his chest... bringing a certain heaviness to his eyes as he looks up at you through his lashes. Kissing those pretty pink lips nnnngggghhh. Sucking on them till they’re swollen.

And what about him taking you to the gym with him just to sit pretty. You're his baby! He simply wants you there. So you go and do just that, thankful it's a private gym... because god is he hot all sweaty like that. Watching his muscles flex, listening to his heavy breaths. The way it’d literally make your pussy ache so bad that the second he meets your eyes in the big mirror, you’d spread your legs teasingly and touch yourself through your clothes. He’d beg you to stop, and try to focus on his workout. But you don’t stop, and you even push your shorts and underwear to the side for easier access. His movements slow as he watches you in the mirror, his cock quickly hardening once you show him how wet you are. He can’t resist you, and immediately drops everything he’s doing to grab you and pick you up— pushing you against the wall opposite of the mirror. He’d whisper dirty things in your ear while rubbing his clothed erection against your core, and your senses are simply clouded by how good he smells despite being drenched in sweat. You’d want to lick him. And maybe you do. He’d tease you for it, seeing how filthy you are. But his soft skin is glistening, and you want it all. He’d make you beg for him to pull his cock out, and once he did, he’d run the tip up and down your slit. You can’t even move like you’d usually do, can’t force his cock in your greedy hole— because you’re in his arms, pinned against the wall. You’re completely at his mercy. And when he finally gives you what you want, you’d be absolutely ruined.

[grave-ghost-account]

dont you just love when your fem husband greets you after mass murder of haters

[awkwardpossum0]