#it's eric summers

[captmuldoon]

hey remember when assad was talking about armand's "looks of love" while looking at eric. can we go back to this for a sec.

[kobebibebi]

Fighters of Zaron AU

an au based on all of the boys' fantasy larping if it were a continuous story, but rn it's currently set after the events of snow day :]]

altho disclaimer: it's not entirely accurate to canon and ive altered some stuff to make it logical and connected

(tumblr isn't loading for me so im scared these won't be uploaded properly but eh school comes back on monday and i rlly need to finish these)

sorry if the writing is wonky i don't write at all 😭 i will post more arts of this au as time goes by, also it's more of a self-indulgent au since these bastards have genuinely plagued my mind that i need to put and express them out by drawing so i can actually focus on school 💔

here's a ver of the lineup without the pics (I've made cartman too short 😭😭 it's ok his massive wizard hat makes up for it💔)

also my mind is completely going insane spewing everything rn so I'll just add that i completely based their vibes on their snow day boss themes pls tell me im not the only one who listens to those

[artfilmaesthetics]

100 ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪʟᴍꜱ

73/100 — la collectionneuse | 1967

dir. éric rohmer ༄

[larevuedecinema]

waiting while she's getting ready

[malebimbo]

Steve Howey photographed by Eric Ray Davidson

[clintbeifong]

X-men '97 + text posts

[dailyarturiartfgo]

I'm so sad I couldn't get the time to draw for the summer event, but better late than never ?????

[legallybrunettedotcom]

an ode to summer I youtube link

[celine-song]

Conte d'été (A Summer's Tale) — 1996, dir. Éric Rohmer

[dailyworldcinema]

A Summer's Tale (1996) Dir. Eric Rohmer

[cinematicjourney]

A Summer’s Tale (1996) | dir. Éric Rohmer

[millyxando]

happy one month to “hot and steamy” day

[modernlex]

townie makeover wips - willow creek edition

[amomentsescape]

Maybe You Deserve Better

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: Eric's thoughts run rampant as he comes home to you.

Warnings: A little bit angsty, a little bit fluffy

Word Count: 600

Eric finally shuffled in through the front door, his hair and body soaked from the cold rain this evening.

It was a blessing that these types of things didn't affect him anymore. For as long as he was out there, any normal person would have been in the hospital by now.

He slipped off his boots and dropped the wet coat to the floor.

You would surely yell at him for all the puddles he left, but he would happily deal with that situation later.

Crime was more rampant than ever in this city, and Eric has found that each night becomes more exhausting than the last. He probably would have given up by now if it wasn't for you.

Speaking of which, he rounded the corner and found you tucked safely into bed, a book sprawled out on your chest as you slept soundly.

Eric could feel his mouth turn downwards a bit at this scene.

You had, once again, tried to stay awake for him.

He truly hated worrying you like this all the time. There have been too many instances where he walked inside and was met by your tear stricken face, you sharing your worries that tonight was the one where he wouldn't come home.

It broke his heart to put you through that over and over again.

He had considered a few times that maybe you would have been better off without him. At least then, you could be happier than you were now, no longer having to cry or push yourself to lose sleep.

But he found the idea to be impossible. He loved you too much to let you be on your own. Maybe he was selfish in that way. But death had brought too much tragedy for him. You were the only thing that made him want to stay on this God forsaken earth.

He stood over your sleeping figure and brushed a few strands of hair from your face, smiling gently at the way your brows creased together at his touch.

"Eric?" you whispered.

You began to sit up in bed, your eyes still heavy from the deep sleep you just awoke from.

"Hey, lay back down. I'll be in bed in a minute," he hushed.

You simply pouted back at him. "Come here now."

He almost chuckled at this. "I'm soaked from the rain, dear."

You let out a groan and flopped onto your back, your arms outstretching towards him.

"I don't care."

He finally let out that laugh he had been holding, giving into you.

The bed would become cold after a few minutes, but it didn't seem like either of you cared in that moment.

He crawled in and laid down beside you, carefully taking you into his wet arms. But you still cradled into him just the same.

"You're so cold," you grumbled.

Eric looked down at you, feeling a sense of guilt.

Of course he was cold. He was barely even alive. Maybe you deserved someone truly human. Maybe you deserved to live in an area not so dangerous. And maybe you deserved a life other than this one.

But you always insisted that there was no place you'd rather be unless it was with him. He wanted to believe your words. He tried so hard to. But how could he when you were everything, and he was barely something.

"I love you," you whispered, slowly beginning to drift back into your slumber.

He hid a small tear that slid down his face, muttering a simple "I love you" back.

And he did. He truly did.

[larevuedecinema]

salt on skin

[deobis]

Sunwoo + Eric ↳ for marie claire kr