#on demand boyfriend

[rforshort]

need a dick pressed up against my ass. don't need to be fucked rn but someone with like good arms. and good pecs needs to squeeze tfffff out of me and press their dick up against my ass. can be flaccid idc.

[potato-lord-but-not]

Ourthur doodles yay yippee my favorite guys 🫶🫶

also…. caved and made a pillowfort account…… to put all the embarrassing doodles that definitely can’t be posted on this hellsite… so uh here’s the uncropped version of the last pic and some extra Oscar centric doodles, because i definitely don’t pick favorites… children avert your eyes

[lotussart]

i think about the yaoi quiz a lot

[secriden]

Oh! I just noticed something... this scene...

Is very clearly happening in the day (when the sun is still up).

But in episode 2, Fadel says:

Not only does this show that Style was so freaked out that he intentionally went to the gym during the day to avoid Fadel, but also our boy, Mr Plans Everything Ahead Of Time, decided to change up his whole gym routine (and brave the daytime "crowd") just to find an excuse to cuddle up to his new boyfriend and proposition him.

Fadel has like. Zero chill. 😂

[theside-b]

I HEAR THE SUNSPOT (2024) EPISODE 02 - "on the other side maybe there's a place for me too"

[nenestansunsthings]

having svsss au ideas beyond my station

thinking. shang qinghua goes on a mission as a young disciple to some town in fuckoff nowhere and finds himself in the qiu household. and there he finds a young shen jiu, undergoing the plot he originally intended for him and hadn't realised had become real and he's so young oh god hes so young why is he so small what do you mean that part was real, he hadn't kept it why is it real—

and he panics and sneaks him the Fuck out of that house

and he's not sure what to do but surely sending him to cang qiong will fuck up something in the plot and he can't come under even more investigation and cang qiong tryouts dont happen for months anyway and his system would probably never allow it (it doesnt. it would interfere with yue qingyuans story) but shen jiu is refusing to stay anywhere near this place and wants to learn cultivating to protect himself make sure nothing like this ever happens again and sqh panics harder and

calls mobei jun.

okay. on second thought, maybe this was a bad idea. but he stumbles over himself and shushes baby shen jiu's very understandable freaking out and asks his king for the first thing hes ever asked for other than his own life.

is there any way this human child could learn cultivation in the demon world?

[goatunderthebridge]

Oh me?? What am I up to?? Nothing much.. just thinking about how funny it would be if Suga planned on hosting a Halloween party for the captain squad and their boyfs but he hears Daichi say how he has a spiderman costume he could wear. And recalls Oikawa telling him that that's what Iwa-chan was going as. And Suga realises that if he plays his cards right, he could be the funniest man alive (and he's RIGHT).

Cue the captain squad all showing up in spiderman costumes (but somebody definitely misunderstood, probably bokuto or ushijima, and came dressed as a man-sized spider) and re-enacting that meme as they meet at the party:

[solarmorrigan]

💙 for the prompt game?

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! I'm sorry it took a bit to get to, but if you're still around I hope you get to see this!

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Prompt from this post

CW: alcohol use

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Steve is, Eddie has learned, an impressionable drunk.

This means that in his days of house parties and post-sportsball revels and bonfires out by the lake, or whatever else it is that the popular kids had done, when he was surrounded by drunk teenage shitheads, he also tended to act like a drunk teenage shithead. It had reportedly been pretty damn easy to talk him into following through with dumb dares, and everyone at those parties had lived for the moment someone would hear Harrington say, “Hold my beer.”

Now, though, when he only tends to drink around good friends, around safe people he can trust, where the atmosphere is mellow and soft–

“Oof.” A breath of air rushes out of Eddie as Steve tosses himself into his lap without warning, nearly toppling Eddie’s own drink as he cuddles up against his chest and presses a soft kiss into the crook of his neck.

–now, he mostly just acts like an overlarge, deeply affectionate housecat.

“Hey,” Steve says, laying another quick kiss at the side of Eddie’s neck before pulling back to smile at him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright enough to suggest he’s just a bit past tipsy now. “I have something to tell you.”

“Was it possibly a warning about how you were about to try to crush me to death?” Eddie asks drily, setting his drink on the end table by the couch, where it will be safer.

Steve frowns for a moment, as if he’s really thinking about it. “No,” he decides. “But it’s important.”

“Is it?” Eddie asks, not even bothering to keep the smile off his own face.

“Yeah.” Steve nods. He sits up as fully as he can while still draped sideways across Eddie’s lap, then crooks his finger at Eddie in a silly little come-hither gesture. “C’mere.”

Obligingly, Eddie leans in.

Steve shakes his head. “Closer.”

Eddie leans so close that there’s barely a handful of inches between their faces.

“Liiiittle closer,” Steve murmurs, hooking his finger in the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt and tugging.

Eddie is close enough now that he can feel the puff of Steve’s breath against his face, but before he can ask just what’s so secret that Steve has to tell him at this distance, Steve cups his free hand under Eddie’s jaw and pulls him in, kissing him soft and full on the lips.

“Hi,” Steve says, pulling away after a few moments, just far enough that Eddie can see his ridiculous, smitten smile.

Eddie knows he’s probably mirroring it.

“Hi,” he says. “Was that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No.” Steve shakes his head again, and leans forward to give Eddie another kiss. “I love you,” he says, this time with his lips still brushing Eddie’s. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

Eddie can’t help it. He laughs, bright and clear, before curling an arm around Steve’s waist and pulling him in more tightly, offering him a kiss of his own. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

[hiddenoatmeal]

ł₮'₴ ฿ɆɆ₦ ₳ ₥Ø₦₮Ⱨ…

As I've said before, I do go to college so the past month has left me no room to draw my beloved Peter TvT, however, Finals are almost over and I hope to be able to post more during winter break/semester and hopefully spring! For now here is a sad, sad Peter tweaking out (is a gif) :D

[saitoakirachan-fangirls]

I'm a Akechi strength truther because bouldering is literally hauling your whole body mass up a wall with only your arms and your back muscles. For fun.

[realredbanana]

Every time I remember that canon!Will Solace kinda sucks if you think about it for too long, I feel like crying. Idk. Like, what do you mean my beloved boy whom I love dearly actually kinda sucks, but the narrative ignores it and pretends like everything he does is Totally Fine??/hj

(Not saying all fanon!Will is great! He’s sometimes not.)

[luxaofhesperides]

"I see you, and I love you" + hurt/comfort ; requested by @oops-i-dropped-the-galaxy!

Danny can handle being a halfa. He’s had years to get used to it, switching between dead and alive, living boy and ghost, always living in flux. He’s settled into his identity as one of the few halfas in existence, navigating the living world and the Infinite Realms with ease after years of practice.

What he can’t handle is becoming an Ancient.

Apparently, while most Ancients are born into the role, ruling over their domain, some can grow into it. It’s rare, practically unheard of, but not impossible.

Danny is growing into the Ancient of Stars, changed from the inside out by his love of space. 

He would be happy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Danny can’t sleep at night anymore. When the stars are out, he can hear them singing, each windchime voice echoing through his ears. Though he can’t see them from beneath Gotham’s cloud cover, he can feel them shining brightly far above him. 

He lays in bed with Duke, curled up in his side, trying to muffle his whimpers as his bones creak and hollow, his soul growing too large for his body to handle. He is space contained in a human body. It wants to be free, to stretch from its suffocating confines and fill every dark space with cold light. His skin feels too tight and his teeth ache. 

All Danny can do is clench his jaw, wrap his arms around his stomach as tightly as he can, and try to weather through the pain of changing.

The agony of it comes in waves. He doesn’t know how long it takes until it recedes enough for him to feel like he can breathe again, trying to suck air in as his lungs are crushed by his ribcage. Slowly, Danny pushes himself up, taking care not to wake Duke, and stumbles out of bed. His throat is dry and feels as if its been scraped raw by sandpaper, and all he wants is water.

He gets halfway down the hall when the next wave hits.

Danny collapses, gasping for breath, and can only watch through tear-filled eyes as his fingers go dark, the same black as deep space. His body shifts, bones cracking and muscles stretching like taffy, and suddenly he’s big larger than life a galaxy a black hole there is darkness everywhere it is alive it is full of stars the stars are singing the stars are singing the stars are si

“Danny? Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

That’s Duke’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere, even from miles away, even when he’s sure he doesn’t have ears anymore. It takes all his effort to pull himself back to Earth, back into their apartment, blinking up at Duke as the stars in his eyes fade away. 

Duke kneels before him, concern clear on his face, gentle hands reaching out to hold Danny steady. The feel of his warmth grounds him, keeps him more securely in his body. The pull of space is still there, tugging at him, trying to pull him out of humanity and into the form of an Ancient, but Danny can resist it so long as Duke keeps him tethered to the ground.

“It hurts,” he croaks, shivering.

“Shh, I know, baby. How can I help? What do you need?”

Danny leans forward, burying his face in Duke’s chest as tears slip out of his eyes. “It hurts,” he says again, voice shaking. “I keep changing and growing and my entire body is being torn apart and—” he gasps, cutting himself off. “I keep disappearing. I don’t want to disappear. I want to stay here but it takes me away and then I’m too big and no one can see me and I’m alone—”

“You’re not alone, Danny,” Duke says, holding him tightly as if his arms will be enough to keep Danny from breaking out of his own body, ridding himself of a mortal vessel, his only remaining tie to this world. “I see you, and I love you. Even if you have to change and go far away to be happy, I’ll find a way to follow you there, okay? I’m with you for as long as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt so much,” Danny whimpers, black fingers speckled with stardust clawing at Duke’s arms. 

“Just breathe through it, sweetheart, you can do it. Let it pass through you. I got you, okay? Just let the pain pass and you’ll be fine.”

He wants to snap at Duke that it’s not fine, that the pain will be forever, it’ll linger in every one of his joints, that he can’t just stop fighting it because it’ll hurt even worse then. But his jaws are aching, his teeth sharpening, and there’s a black hole in his throat that he refuses to let loose. He lets out another pained whine, shivering, and in his chest a star is formed, burning bright and angry.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe,” Duke soothes, rubbing a hand up and down Danny’s back.

It’s habit to relax into his touch. They’ve spent so many nights working through night terrors and injuries, comforting each other through gentle touches. The pain eases a bit, and Danny sighs, frost on his breath. 

“There we go, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re doing just fine.”

Another tear slips down his face, but the ache in his entire body as his growing ghost form tries to escape begins to fade. 

He’s spent so many nights in pain, waiting for the sun to rise to muffle the singing of the stars. If he can get any relief, he’ll take it, even if it means losing his human form.

Danny stops fighting. His resistance to this change falls away. There’s a moment where the pain disappears entirely, the world going still, but before he can let out a relieved sigh, the change hits him like an asteroid, sudden and instant and inevitable.

A cry is ripped from his throat, but it doesn’t sound like him. It echoes, deep and inhuman, and suddenly Danny is every dark space surrounding the stars, the arms of every galaxy, suns burning bright and dying, supernova, cold and ice and the slow drifting of planets in orbit. His body grows, expands, no longer a ghost but an Ancient, body curling into itself to stay within the walls of the too small apartment, large hands cupped around Duke to keep him safe. 

He can feel the cold of space. Orbits dance in his mind. Meteorites and asteroids drift without pattern across his chest. Danny can see everything with too many eyes, and he can cup planets in his palms, so much larger than possibility. His chest opens and expands and his body can curl around Earth and keep it safe. 

He feels settled in this new body, senses stretched in every direction and the universe is so much lovelier than he could have ever experienced it in a halfa’s body. 

Danny, Ancient of the Stars, hums and the universe shivers, singing back to him.

The pain is gone completely. He wonders why he resisted so hard; this is what he’s meant to be. He’s never felt so right before.

“Danny?”

Duke’s voice is small, but only because he is small when compared to Danny in his Ancient form. 

Duke, he tries to say but his vocal chords have changed. Instead of words, a deep hum erupts from his throat, similar to the purr of a particularly large cat. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

Danny nods, pulling himself back together to feel his body more keenly, no longer stretched across the universe, cradling every star in his reach. Duke reaches a hand up and Danny reaches back, folding himself back into his body. His human eyes return and he realizes the apartment is completely covered in darkness with stars sparkling all around them. It recedes as he fits himself back into his body, the black on his fingers fading away until his hand is indistinguishable from a normal human’s. 

He takes hold of Duke’s hand and tries to stand. His legs are weak and unsteady and he falls onto Duke, who catches him with ease and sweeps him up into a princess carry. 

“There you are, honey,” Duke says, voice warm and relieved. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Do you need anything? Hot chocolate, heating pad, sleep?”

Danny thinks for a moment, then says, “Hot chocolate.”

“You got it. Let me just set you on the couch and I’ll have it out in a minute.”

He carefully sets Danny onto the couch, then tucks the blanket they keep folded over the back around him. Once he’s satisfied Danny is comfortable, Duke heads to the kitchen, flicking on the light as he does. 

Danny sinks into the couch cushions, carefully moving all his fingers and toes to make sure they’re fine. He’s a little sore, as if all his bones where put through the ringer, but it doesn’t feel any different from when he has a particularly rough training day. 

What’s more important that his physical body is the fact that he can feel his core, settled deep in his chest. It’s no longer the cold of ice, but it burns coldness, a white star embodying his soul, a changed core to reflect his transformation into an Ancient. 

A baby Ancient, technically. He still has some growing to do, but the rest should be easier and, hopefully, less painful.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he hears Duke return. It takes some effort to open his eyes, and his smiles softly and sleepily when he sees Duke set down two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Love you,” he mumbles, freeing a hand from the blanket to try to pull Duke down to join him.

Duke goes to him easily, sitting next to him and pulling Danny in to cuddle against him. It’s been so long since he last felt so comfortable at night, not writhing in pain and biting through his lip to keep quiet, that he can’t help but sink into it. A purr starts up in his chest, and Duke startles.

“Sweetheart, are you purring?”

Danny flushes and tries to hide his face. The purr doesn’t stop. He’s always been able to purr after becoming a halfa, though purr is just an easier way to describe it. It’s less of his vocal chords vibrating and more of his core rumbling in contentment. Usually, it’s unnoticeable, barely able to be felt let alone heard. Apparently, becoming an Ancient and therefore a much stronger ghost means his purrs are also stronger and louder.

“You’re so cute,” Duke says, pressing a kiss against Danny’s forehead. “Drink your hot chocolate, and then we can go back to sleep.”

He makes grabby hands at his mug, and Duke laughs and picks it up for him.

“Love you,” Danny repeats, voice less muffled.

“Love you, too,” Duke says. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“I’m glad you were there to help me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out. I’ve got you, sweetheart, always.”

Believing him is the easiest thing Danny has ever done. If Duke says he’ll be there for, then he will. 

Always, always, always.

. . .

[send me ghostlights prompts!]

[blackpinkofficialupdates]

[250122] sooyaaa__ instagram story update

Fighting with Blink today too ♥️ Today I'm having a latte 🤎 Ah… Let's eat a lot!! Thank you Blinks 💗🍅 Thank you 🥹💝 2 bungeoppangs filled with custard~💗 as expected, it takes good

[leslie057]

stranger things 4 is just like yess lets give nancy wheeler some friends. and then her friends mistreat her for nine episodes straight <3

[foursaints]

okay new freddie anon 🤗🤗 hi saints 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

I need to know more about freddie, srsly.

well. he’s easily my favorite out of all of them (board)

i guess it’s important to me that you guys know freddie is a good 8-10 years older than theo… he’s a stock broker in his early 30s who pretty much exclusively goes after scandalously younger trophy boyfriends. to stomp on

[vroomian]

Alastor/Hana abo au. The moment Atlas really falls for Hana is very much a ‘kick his ass baby I got your flower’ moment. Hana and Al are out on a “date” (aka Al is dragging Hana around town in a fit of gleefull mania) and they’re at a bar when Vox randomly accosts them. I’m thinking this is after the ‘alastor has an alpha’ reveal takes place so Vox is steaming mad.

He’s also. Ignoring alastor completely. Posturing at Hana, talking about Alastor like he’s some thing to be won, to posses, like vox has any right —

“This is an alpha thing,” vox says, condescending. “Omegas should stay out of it.”

And you can imagine how that goes over with Al. It’s like vox thinks that by gaining an alpha, alastor is somehow diffrent. Like he’s no longer dangerous.

Alastor remains the radio demon. So it’s a fight vox is aiming for it’s a fight Alastor is glad to give him. He attacks. Vox, the whole fight, is not giving Al the respect he deserves. He’s too focused on sneering at Hana for “allowing” her omega to fight at all.

Hana, fruity drink in one hand: idk chief, my omega seems to be kicking your ass.

Al wins that fight. Obviously. But as he straightens his clothes he realized that Hana never once attempted to step in or protect Al. She had complete faith in Alastors own skills and ability. It was the main reason Hana was worthy of Alastors attention and Vox was a useless worm.

Hana, unconcerned with the way Alastors world just rearranged itself: here babe I got you a whiskey.

Al:

Al: thank you my dear.

Hana: you said you wanted to visit Rosie?

Al: indeed I did!

And then they leave arm in arm with vox a broken mess on the ground behind them, forgotten.