#it's a party of two

[jade-bright]

Derek, texting: Hey Mom, is it cool if I go to a party tonight?

Talia, texting: Will you be drinking?

Derek: No?

Talia: Will you be doing drugs?

Derek: No...

Talia: Will you be having sex?

Derek: Maybe?

Talia: Then why are you going? Wait, better question, where are you actually going?! And who is really texting me?

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Stiles, turning to Derek while holding Derek's phone: Kochanie! She's on to you, what do you want me to say?

Derek, fighting an omega he was told to stay away from: Just tell her we're fucking and that I'll get back to her!

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[ruushes]

in the art book it's mentioned that they considered having morrigan and isabela as dai-style advisors, and you know what that means. ultimate-sacrificed or succumbed-to-the-calling hof-romanced morrigan and left-in-the-fade hawke-romanced isabela middle-aged widow yuri. is what that means.

[morganbritton132]

Robin fully thinks that Dustin is a dog that was sent to obedience school and not a human child that went to summer camp because Steve talks about him like:

Steve, sighing wistfully: I just miss the little guy, you know?

Robin: ?

Steve, right after servicing ice cream to a guy: That’s my mailman. Dustin fuckin’ hates that guy. Goes crazy when he sees him.

Steve: *does not elaborate on Dustin’s long standing feud with the postal service*

Steve: My parents are actually kinda happy that’s he’s gone. They think he’s loud.

Robin, thinking of her neighbor’s dog: Yeah, they’re like that.

Steve: And the jumping, they hate that.

Steve: - bunch of chocolate. Got an upset stomach and threw up.

Robin: They can’t have chocolate.

Steve: Yeah, I know. He’ll throw up!

Steve: Dustin’s coming back next week. I think I’m going to get him a welcome back gift. Got any ideas?

Robin: Something that squeaks?

Boy, walking up to the counter: Hi

Robin: Hi

Boy: I’m Dustin

Robin, internally: *no one can ever know any of my thoughts ever*

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth have a relationship contract they made after they got together once the war came to pass. they outlined it on paper in percy's bedroom. typed up a final draft using sally's laptop. and printed out and laminated it at the local library on their two month anniversary. and they abide by it like it's the law.

[ghostbsuter]

"My cousin," Wonder Woman nods at Danny during their meeting, once everyone gathered.

Flash, confused, asks. "From... your mother's side?"

Sharing an amused glance, WW shakes her head. "No, from my father's side. Danny is a son of Hades."

"Another demigod then." Batman states and they nod on that.

—

Why yes, when Danny met Wonder Woman in a dire situation, desperate to get away, he jumped right along her idea.

The idea of faking his own origin, in a way to explain the half death-ness without raising the suspicion of the bat (or anyone for the matter), pretending to be a son of hades.

Is this absolutely batshit insane trying to trick the god of the unworld? Yeah! He's having fun.

[seventeendeer]

ppl are too quick to point to laios' disability as the reason his friends think he's a freak sometimes. so many instances of laios getting yelled at are, in my eyes, a case of "this guy had to emotionally mature very early in order to be there for his little sister" combined with "much older friends who never had to learn to manage their own emotions to the same degree"

a lot of the time he's right about needing to be more direct/deal with things in a way that may seem scary/needing to put your gut reaction aside. he tries not to make his friends uncomfortable and he puts up with a lot because he's trying to keep the peace, but he also pushes the others out of their comfort zones purposefully to try to get them to think more constructively. everyone else in the party is prone to acting on their gut instincts and avoiding uncomfortable situations even when facing them head-on is very much necessary. part of what makes laios such a great leader is the fact that he knows from experience how to put his own feelings aside to help someone else grow.

yes, he does make a lot of social blunders by accident and he does struggle to connect with others, but not all of his positive influence on others is accidental or "despite" making people uncomfortable. a lot of the time, I think it's clear he knows exactly what he's doing and he's trying to help the people around him process emotions in a healthy way as they all go through some truly harrowing shit. all the main characters support each other as well as they can with their unique emotional skillsets. laios' skillset just happens to be "gently talk child into eating her vegetables"

[mariswxts]

UNCONSCIOUSLY SEXUAL.ᐟREADER, who’s still a little clueless about how half the things she does are remotely sexual.

You didn’t mean it, of course, but when you happened to be sucking on an ice lolly while you were cuddled up against Clark and watching a movie. He wasn’t one for lollies, they were usually too sweet for his taste, but the way your glossy lips slid over the cherry flavoured stick of frozen fruit juice so perfectly kind of had him watching you more than the movie and wishing he was the lolly.

Your pretty eyelashes fluttered too, every single time you sucked it into your mouth, as if it was, y’know, enjoyable, and it made him think a few things that he probably shouldn’t. Again, he wasn’t really up for sexualising you— god, you looked good in that cami.

That lacy little cami… which was cut real low—

Nope.

He laid a small peck to the crown of your head, thinking about how he should not, under any circumstances, objectify his girlfriend, but the subtle rub of your thighs together caught his eye. Wait, what’s happening?

Oh, no.

The TV had been turned off and remote thrown away, and all you could see was Clark with lip gloss smeared on his lips, flushed, panting with two fingers buried in your pussy. Even that felt like a lot, due to him being an all-American farm boy (and those are built huge) and, y’know, Kryptonian, even if you didn’t know that.

“S’ so good, Clark,” You whined, head thrown back against the couch pillows, your toes in fluffy socks curling as your hand was in his ridiculously soft, messy hair as he pressed kisses to your cheek and temple and murmured praise like it was him reciting poetry.

His free hand stroked your hair back, fighting the urge to grind against your thigh like he was in some kind of heat. “Shh, I know, I know, you’re doin’ so well.” He murmured, mouthing at the apple of your cheek and moaning quietly as your nails scraped his back. They made no indent, nor scratch, but the gentle pressure kind of felt amazing, so yeah.

His fingers made some obscene sounds as they pumped in and out of you — thank the Lord his parents were out — and your moans were like music, and you were so sensitive as well, gasping shakily and whimpering and mumbling about how damn good it all felt to the point where your voice was a symphony of jumbled murmurs.

The point where you made that kind of face — the one where your brows furrowed a little, pretty lips made an ‘o’ and your gasps became just a little high pitched — was when he knew you were ready. So he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down and shushing you as he pushed slowly into you— oh, God.

The thing was about you was that even though you were as innocent as a big-eyed lamb, when he got you going it was like every time he had sex with you, he was being a virgin killer. You were always so tight, so warm and slick that he couldn’t help but gasp and let out a low moan when he felt it, clenching his jaw afterwards to let out a strangled sound that even he didn’t recognise.

“Clark—”

“Mhm, pretty, I know,” He nodded, kissing at the column of your throat, “I feel s’ good too.”

[voidzphere]

he is anything but domestic . my constantly babied by the fandom bleeding out freak

[basil--and--sage]

Reshirement AU, in which Thorin and Bilbo decide to get married and celebrate their stag nights following their respective cultural traditions.

Thorin sits with his family and friends in Bag End and gets his hair braided and himself pampered, while they talk about his hopes and dreams for his upcoming marriage. He blushes frequently.

In the meantime, Bilbo gets cheered on by about 60 of his relatives, while he does a keg stand.

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[mail-me-a-snail]

anyway waddahell why not publish some of the helmet party doodles i have saved in my drafts... ft. blu engie and his insufferable golden retriever guy

[darkmuffinstudios]

HAD THE MOST INSANE DREAM JUST NOW AND THESE TWO WERE IN IT AND I WAS JUST LIKE JSVFIJVFSJIVFSIKVSFIKSFV STEALING YOU GUYS

LIKE I LITERSLLY ROLLED OUT OF BED AND GRABBED MY TABLET AND SCRIBBLED THESE GUYS BEFORE I FORGOT

SO SO SO! THE IDEA IS THAT SOMETHING SOMETHING WHEN PPL DIE, THEY GET THESE HALOS ON THEIR HEADS WHICH TIE THEM TO THE LIVING WORLD AS A SORT OF LIKE “THEY CANT MOVE ON” SORT OF THING

AND WHEN KILLER GETS KILLED, HE HAS SO MANY DIFFERENT REGRETS AND SO MANY DIFFERENT WANTS THAT HIS SOUL ESSENTIALLY SPLITS INTO TWO—. UT THEYRE STILL VERY MUCH CONNECTED? LIKE THEY ARE DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF HIM BUT NEITHER CAN MOVE ON UNTIL THE OTHER IS SATIATED AND EISJCNDJSKCSKCMDLD

GOD THESE TWO ARE SO BADASS DISJCJCJC MY OWN BRAINROT IS GOING NUTS

MAYBE MORE TO COME SOON OK BYEEEEE

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

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