#my l a d s

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live - 1x01 - Years

[vivietoria]

My body physically aches for him 🧎‍♀️

Tried out a new rendering style for this, I think it's pretty neat

[beccawise7]

Intimacy. Connection. Lovers. Friends...

The Blanket Fort is sacred.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[just-another-nerd-blog]

In case y'all weren't aware of how Good Keatlejuice looked head on in full color during the Delores wedding please enjoy this collection of nearly identical screenshots because I am going Feral over them

[alpacacare-archive]

success

[vcrnons]

DINO April Shower

[clownsuu]

Hey I'm Panic, and it's time to Gay!

Biblically accurate gay people jumpscare

[dizzybizz]

captain jasmine "jazz" drake broke into my brain and is now living there rent free help

[mistystarshine]

@qdkdraws drew a scene from chapter seven of Live Again and it has r u i n e d me. Check it out if you're interested in post season one Guitarspear roleswap, and visit Keydi's blog for more incredible art!

[mochindayo]

I originally drew this for a gift for a friend but then snzfcker brain was like what if

And I think— too much tbh I should just stop thinking sometimes but— pretend he’s allergic here. the blush I gave him specifically for snzblr on his nose and eyes are because he’s allergic (that part I actually did. I just want to pretend that there was snz intention behind this original piece before I started thinking)

“En-ehHe–njoying the sh-show? HaHhh…,” Sylus’ breath caught again, even through his helplessly sneezy expression, you could see that mischievous, all-knowing look in his eyes. You felt like your face was on fire now. How sweet of him really, to indulge in your little fantasies. All you could do was dumbly nod.  --ficlet under the cut--

I wrote a short piece to go with it! ~800 words CW: Sneezing (duh), MC gets called Kitten..., hitching breaths, mentions of spray (not too graphic though), suggestive intentions/thoughts

Sylus set the bouquet of roses on the table, their deep red petals brushing against his fingers. He cast a knowing glance toward you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as your eyes lit up at the sight.

“Do you like them?” A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. 

“They’re beautiful, Sylus. But, why? You didn’t have to–”

“I know,” he interrupted, leaning against the counter. “But I wanted to.” He watched as you stepped towards him and the bouquet with excitement in your step. You reached out to arrange the roses, smelling them as you shifted them around.

A faint tickle started to prickle in his nose, almost as if the flowers were offended by their handling. Sylus sniffled sharply, fighting back the sensation. It wasn’t quite time yet.

“So,” he started, his voice steady despite the itch blossoming in the back of his sinuses, “did you notice anything special about them?”

You tilted your head, you hadn’t really thought too deeply into the significant meaning behind them. “Special?”

Sylus leaned in over you, pinning you between the counter and himself, with the bouquet of roses in between the two of you as you still held them. He took a sharp sniffle once again. You swore you saw his breath catch for a moment. Why– ohhh…

“Flowers always have something…special about them, don’t you think?”

Another subtle sniffle came from him. He knew, didn't he? 

“Take these roses, for example,” he continued, leaning in to take a deep inhale of the warm scent the roses gave. “Beautiful, romantic, fragrant….” His voice trailed off, and for a second, his eyes seemed to glaze over, his chest rising with a stuttered inhale. “...and utterly potent.”

“Potent?” You tilted your head in feigned confusion. 

Sylus chuckled, low and soft that sent shivers down your spine. “Mhm. Potent. Aromatic. Perfumed. Whatever word fancies you.” 

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks warm under his intense gaze. “I-I guess… aromatic works,” you manage, your voice just barely above a whisper. Sylus once again chuckled. Oh how you always humored him. He wasn’t expecting you to actually pick a word. 

“Aromatic,” he echoed, tilting his head slightly as if testing the word. “Fitting, isn’t it? Though perhaps…hHeh’hh..” His voice faltered for a split second, breath hitching as his nostrils flared briefly. He sniffled once again, recovering with an almost seamless grace. Damn this in control man. Now he’s just pretending he’s fine. 

Sylus’ breath caught again. “hhehH– Oh yes, v-very arohH–aromatic–...ehH’HehHGT–...hhh….” You could see him beginning to come undone. You watched him with an intense gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. 

The way his breath began hitching and his words stumbled out sent a flutter through your lower abdomen. “Sylus…” you murmured, your voice soft, your gaze entranced. “Are you–”

He raised a hand to stop you, his usual expression was now replaced with a look of desperation to sneeze. “W-hHih–watch…hehHh–,” even through hitching breaths, his voice was commanding. And Hot. 

“ahHhh…heH’RGShh–uhh! HhH…hehh…hh’RRShhh-uhh!” The sneezes burst out of him, water the roses in between both of you. You could feel the mist even if the roses took the brunt of the spray. He straightened slowly, sniffing harshly as his gaze locked back on you. Gods, you wanted to take this man here and now. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. His allergic gaze stole your words as all you could do was stare in hunger at him. 

Sylus scrubbed harshly at his nose with the back of his hand. You could hear the congestion clicking as he rubbed back and forth. 

“En-ehHe–njoying the sh-show? HaHhh…,” Sylus’ breath caught again, even through his helplessly sneezy expression, you could see that mischievous, all-knowing look in his eyes. You felt like your face was on fire now. How sweet of him really, to indulge in your little fantasies. All you could do was dumbly nod. 

He chuckled shortly before his breath was stolen into another fit of hitches. One, two, three deep inhales before... “hh’GRRSSCHhh’uuhh! Hhh’RRSHHhhuhhh! hehH’RGshh–h’RRsh–ah’GTshh!” 

“Damn…hh–hHh’heh…roses,” he sniffed, his voice rough with congestion, though the teasing lilt in his tone remained. You knew he wasn’t stopping for as long as he was standing right over top of these flowers. His sneezes were beginning to grow more desperate and rapid. 

“Sylus, you don’t have to–”

“Kitten, don’t w-worhH’GTshh! Don’t worry–hh’RGShh–uhh! aheh..hh.eh….” Wow he was still trying to talk through it. Not that you minded of course. Honestly it just made him even hotter. That’s it, you couldn’t take it anymore–

While he was preoccupied with his nose, you took his hand, leading him into the bedroom, bouquet still in your other hand. He continued to sneeze for the whole 10 foot journey to the bedroom. This was going to be a fun night. 

[allwehearisradiosilence]

OH.

MY FUCKING GOD.

[thequeenofsastiel]

Thinking about this:

So what I love about this is how completely accurate it is to describe your kink orientation as a "need". Because it's not just something I would like out of a relationship. It's not a want. It's a need. I'm actively unhappy in vanilla relationships(or that one time I spent a year trying to be in a relationship with another sub *shudder*). I need to be able to submit to my partner. And honestly I just need to be able to submit in general. Not having that feels like I'm suffocating. So Louis saying that he and Armand had figured out what they NEEDED from each other, not wanted, but needed, is perfectly accurate.

Also look at the love in their eyes!!!! You'll NEVER convince me that they weren't in love in Dubai.

[tagerrkix]

[ihopeicanchangethislater05]

wilson's ties in every episode: 

Season 2 Episode 9: Deception pt 1 (partially cos i like giving my fav tie its own post) MY PFP EPISODE IS HERE this is the second ep of wilson in my fav wilson tie and i am going to be so annoying about it too

1/2

this is so not normal behaviour i am in LOVE with a goddamm tie and i love him so much in it

this is another yap session to make my whole personality based off of one tie that my fav character is wearing in my fav show

[preposterous-hippopotamus]

Gay twilight wasn’t on my 2024 gmmtv bingo card but it absolutely should have been

[nattikay]

friendly reminder that Neteyam is a well-adjusted kid who has a good relationship with his parents, that he tries his darnedest to be a good warrior because he genuinely looks up to his dad and wants to be like him, and that the idea that Jake and Neytiri are "forcing" him to be perfect, that they "stole his childhood" or that he's "not allowed" to be a kid, etc. are all pure fanfiction with little to no evidence in canon thanks bye