#please enjoy this offering

[sancta-seraphina]

An illustration for my novel The Harrowing. Full description in the [post on instagram]... characters are Beelzebub (left) and Lucifer (right)

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[klaissance]

walk with me here you guys ahem,

Keith and Lance finally have The TalkTM on a day like most others. The paladins go about their business on the castleship, Keith and Lance mostly doing their activities together as has become, without their really noticing, habit. Keith flips through the pages of one of Allura's Altean romance novels on one end of the couch, Lance plays a video game on the handheld console he and Pidge found at a thrift store the last time they'd stopped off at a space mall from the other end. At some point they wander to the kitchen and make Hunk's latest attempt at space popcorn. They throw the pieces at each other, trying to break their previous streak record of 106 popcorn-mouth-catches. When they run out, they pelt each other with kernels until they collapse on the kitchen floor, out of breath and laughing. They clean up their mess together. They train, talk team strategy, help Coran out with some cleaning. They visit Hunk and Pidge in the lion bay and are promptly kicked out for causing trouble (neither of them can seem to keep their hands to themselves, always touching pieces and parts and projects, and inevitably something falls over and Pidge is yelling and they're scrambling away, giggling as they run down the hall). The paladins eat dinner, everyone hangs out together for a while, and life in space is pretty good.

Lance and Keith are often the last two left in the lounge as people split off--either to go to bed or to work on something independently until the wee hours (Pidge). They're chatting, swapping stories, arguing about silly hypotheticals, until Lance yawns mid-sentence and Keith knows it's time for bed. They stand together and walk to their rooms in warm silence, close enough to brush shoulders, neither changing trajectory to avoid the contact. They stop in the space between their doors to say goodnight; this, too, is normal. They smile small smiles at each other and linger, time stretchy in the way it is at nighttime.

And then something new happens.

"Keith," Lance says slowly, like he's turning the word over in his mouth for the first time. "Would you ever want--"

Keith's heart stutters in his chest and the silence of the empty hallway is suddenly deafening. Lance only hesitates for a beat but it stretches.

"--to go on a space date," Lance finishes, brows unknitting as he seems to consider what just came out of his mouth. Finding it acceptable, he nods, then lifts his gaze from the floor to meet Keith's wide-eyed gaze. "With me," Lance adds, an afterthought but an important clarification nonetheless, quirking an eyebrow.

Keith purses his lips for a moment that pulls like taffy into an eternity and it's Lance's turn to hear the ocean roaring in his ears as he waits. "Would that make us--"

Lance can't breathe.

"--space boyfriends?" Keith finishes and the air rushes from Lance's lungs, something like relief. Keith is smiling his mischievous smile, the crooked one that puts a spark in his eyes. It is among Lance's favorite Keith expressions (there are many).

"Yeah, I guess we'd be space boyfriends," Lance concedes, biting down on his lower lip to keep his grin from spreading too far. He's not doing a very good job.

"Hm." Keith nods solemnly. "Space boyfriends it is, then."

"Cool," Lance concludes eloquently.

"Cool," Keith echoes, and then they're standing in ooey gooey marshmallow silence, grinning softly at each other for a long time or maybe no time at all. Keith feels very warm and melty on the inside. Lance thinks he could run a marathon and not break a sweat.

"Alrighty then, g'night Space Boyfriend," Lance breaks the silence with a two-fingered salute and shuffles backwards towards his door.

Keith rolls his eyes without meaning to, affection heating his face despite himself. "Goodnight, Lance." He turns towards his door, grinning to himself as Lance snorts. Their doors slide open, their doors slide shut.

***

Hours later, Lance slips out of bed, buzzing with the news, and appears, bouncing uncontrollably on his toes and biting on the biggest grin, at Hunk's door. Hunk is rubbing blearily at his half-lidded eyes when he door slides open and he takes in the sight of Lance, practically glowing. Hunk blinks once. Twice. Does a little mental math. And it hits him. His eyes go wide and his mouth makes a little o, eyebrows leaping up his forehead.

"No... No." And Lance is nodding vigorously, eyes shining with unshed happiness, and that bit lip is barely withholding the giggle that threatens to erupt from the vibrating blue paladin. Hunk scoops him into the biggest bear hug, shouting "TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NO-" and the door slides shut behind them, Lance's peals of laughter ricocheting down the halls.

Keith is awake in his room, sitting on the floor with his back up against the door, pressing a grin so wide it hurts into his knees. He rolls his eyes affectionately when he hears Hunk's muffled delight and finally stands up to go to bed.

[cruweldevil]

@puppuptoys123

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[chiricat]

assorted wips again

1. anchan space buns!!

2. emo arisato twins + ryomina and akiham

3. mzen x p3

4. suzalulu sketch dump

5. suzalulu + souyo (eng voice actor joke)

[yuu9o]

Masterchef Sol 💚

MC can't cook?? worry not, 3 star michelin chef Sol came to the rescue!!

LET HIM COOK🔥

after looking at enhypen cooking blog, Sol in apron like this, cooking in the kitchen invade my mind,

[spamlets-blog]

@jonnywaistcoat haha sorry for the random tag, don’t expect you to ever see this but i wanted to share my cat because he’s a very good boy and i think you would like him

his name is thor

his special talent is being a good boy and liking belly rubs

this is him and his bf(f?)

[fishyfarms]

@salt-n-salt hey have I told you I’m obsessed with Shane and his weird ass boyfriend hey have i told you that yet I’m telling you now i love these freaks I’m putting them under a microscope :)

[yi3248]

was looking through your ghostroach art and just thought of a confession scene where ghost is trying to be romantic by saying something like, “Even if I was six feet under again, if it were you I was buried with, I’d be closer to Heaven than ever.”

and roach is like “What do you mean “again”?! And with someone???” and his mind is so focused on That that he completely misses the fact that ghost is trying to confess to him 😭😭 just a whole mess

(after that ghost just mentions its time for lunch and starts walking to the mess while roach is still trying to figure out his words)

ANON PLEASE REVEAL YOURSELF YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST BRAIN

u have no idea how much this kept me up at night imagining ghost either mustering up his courage, trying to confess casually (but still wanting his sincere feelings to come across), or he simply blurted it out while they were heading out for a mission

ghost's confession have me in shambles and i hope you have a great day

[fakakta-art]

hello tlt fandom can i interest you in some Gideon Nav doodles feat. Kristen Stewart's Rolling Stone photoshoot?

[deedala]

Are Mickey and Ian obsessed with rugby at the Olympics or what

omg hi anna!! 💖💖💖 oh boy wow thank you for asking!! i'm gonna say yes. but these boys had no fuckin clue the olympics were happening. it wasn't even close to being on their radar. they have also never watched rugby before. but mickey was flipping through the channels when he came across some inexplicable moment of a sports game full of beefcake dudes in little shorts, one man grabbing the ass of his teammate's shorts and lifting him up into the air so he can catch the ball. this gives mickey pause, because that was hot. and then suddenly a gaggle of men are viciously tackling each other to the ground trying to get at the ball. mickey puts the remote down. after another minute of enjoying the show he calls out to ian who is in the other room. "ian!! get the fuck in here and look at this shit!" ian walks out into the living room with zero clue what to expect, but he definitely isn't disappointed when he sees whats up. he plops down on the couch next to mickey and puts his feet up. "rugby?" he asks, eyes not leaving the tv (read: the beefcakes in little shorts on the tv) "if you say so, man." because mickey truly does not give a shit. they watch the whole game and never even bother to pick a team to root for.

[notbecauseofvictories]

a wild moment at work today, when my boss (at the end of quite a long speech about why I should track my work better) essentially said, "but you're not getting any credit for your accomplishments!" and I realized I genuinely didn't care.

[jade-of-mourning]

me & my sleep deprived manifestations, ft. disgruntled-farm-boy jax, chronically-tired-accountant pomni, butter-knife-wielding ragatha, stoner zooble, and unsubtle-weeb gangle

sketches

[khalliys]

Critical Role is just such a warm and wonderful gift for wlw representation.

We have the two who saw each other from opposite ends of a bumpy broken road, who braved rain and thunderstorms and faced obstacles and hurdles but were always on track towards each other - even when they didn't know they were, even when they couldn't see they were - until the rain got lighter and they started walking with purpose. And then they finally reached each other in the middle, embraced and never let go.

And we have the two who started on a bumpy broken road together, who are braving red sand storms and go over obstacles and hurdles side by side and where at some point intertwining each others hands for support and comfort - so that they always know they're still walking together, even when they can't see and there's too much sand in their eyes - and then never letting go was just the right descision to make.

[itsmeyourmentalillness]

Wanted to contribute to Smosh Girlies Week, but all I have to offer is shitposts 😂

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[bugsinshoes]

A JOCELYN REFERENCE SHEET? WHO WOULD'VE THUNK IT !?