#pls rate

[purplehoover]

GUYS HELP I GOT A CUTIE PATOOTIE PLS RATE ON BOOP SCALE (Snow Conda / Yeti Morph)

[heavenswillfall]

Guys pls rate my song lyrics

[imperiuswrecked]

Marvel hates Romani characters so much. I want to die.

[windser]

mornings with caleb, when the early sunlight filters through the wide-open bathroom windows, painting the tiles in shades of soft gold. the room feels warm, cozy, familiar—like home. it’s a rhythm now, these mornings with him, where the world moves slower, and everything seems to revolve around the two of you.

you’re barely awake when the shower starts, warm water hitting your shoulders and easing the ache in your muscles. caleb stands behind you, his hands gentle as they trace along your sides, thumbs brushing against your skin. he dips his head, lips finding the curve of your neck, pressing a kiss there like a quiet good morning.

"you always smell so damn good," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. you giggle, turning your head to glance back at him.

"must be the shampoo you keep getting in my eyes," you tease.

caleb grins at that, a little lopsided, his green eyes gleaming in the light. "hey, that’s an accident," he defends, mock-offended, even as his hands slide up to tilt your chin toward him. "you’re just a distraction. can’t help it."

just as the words leave his mouth, a dollop of shampoo dribbles down your forehead.

"goddammit," he mutters under his breath, his hands immediately cupping your face as you laugh through the sting. "sorry, sorry, baby," he says hurriedly, thumbs brushing under your eyes to clear away the mess, his touch soft and careful.

"it’s fine," you say, giggling through it, but his furrowed brow doesn’t ease until you reassure him again. "seriously, caleb, i’m fine."

other mornings, though, he’s not so sweet. he backs you up against the shower wall, his hands firm on your waist as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping instinctively around him. the tile is slick under his feet, and he nearly loses his balance, but neither of you care. his lips find yours in a messy, desperate kiss, one that makes the world outside the bathroom vanish.

"careful," you mumble between breaths, half-laughing, half-scolding.

"i’ve got you," he replies, his voice low and certain. "i always do."

afterward, the bathroom feels alive with movement. caleb brushes past you on his way to the closet, his shoulder brushing yours deliberately as he plucks out his uniform. his eyes linger on you, watching as you fix your hair or drop your towel to the floor before stepping into your clothes. there’s something about the way his gaze lingers—not intrusive, but intense, like he’s committing you to memory every time.

"you’re staring again," you tease, turning toward him.

"can you blame me?" he counters, leaning casually against the sink with a razor in hand. he leans in as you pass, pulling you into his side with one arm, his shaving cream smudging faintly on your cheek.

"caleb!" you yelp, swatting at him, but he just laughs, tugging you closer.

"you’re so pretty," he says, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. his violet eyes meet yours in the mirror, and you can see the sincerity in them, the way his love for you is something he doesn’t even try to hide.

it’s not always soft, though. sometimes, it’s playful. like when he leans over the sink, toothbrush in hand, and starts making faces at you.

"your turn, cutie," he says through a mouthful of toothpaste, his eyebrows waggling dramatically.

you try to ignore him, but it’s impossible not to laugh when he crosses his eyes and scrunches his face up like a cartoon. you retaliate with your own ridiculous expression, toothpaste dribbling down your chin and onto his old t-shirt that you’re wearing.

"you’re ridiculous," he says, laughing as he pats your back when you start coughing from the laughter.

"pot, meet kettle," you manage to say, grinning up at him.

by the time you’re dressed and ready to go, caleb is leaning against the kitchen counter, travel cup in hand. "you’re beautiful, you know," he says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

"stop," you say, but the way your cheeks warm betrays you.

"never," he replies with a grin. he leans down as you pass, pressing a soft kiss to your temple and the cup into your hand. "love you," he whispers. "you’re going to kick ass today."

and somehow, you believe him. you always do.

[elderwisp]

[synthwavecryptid]

The Titanic AU brainworms still have a vice grip on me I fear. 😔

Also do not ask me how bag of bones and elbows Hosea manages to haul Dutch’s ass back up and over the rail. Suspend disbelief with me for a second

(I needed to give him a standard name for a second, I know that’s controversial but deal with it)

[baggy-holmes]

did somebody say “friday fit check?”

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

Mattel cancelling dolls and discontinuing lines because they aren’t selling well is just so annoying.

They aren’t selling well because they’re fucking ugly.

That’s literally it.

[sequs-art-box]

Sharing the entire sketch because i love yall ❤️

[ghost-bxrd]

Me, reading the idea that Jason thinks he accidentally kills Dick in the dragon au: WAIT no-

Me, imagining Dick surviving somehow - on a wing and a prayer, and him clawing his way back to Gotham with Nightwing because there's no way he's letting this be the last time he sees his family and brother: wait.

Me, imagining that instead of going home, Dick just drags himself to wherever Jason's kingdom is, confronting him there and seeing just how badly Jason spiraled after thinking he killed his older brother: okay this may be onto something here.

Omg!!! Bonus points if Dick only gets so far in his journey because well meaning commoner recognizes the crown prince and realizes that “shit, if the new tyrant/king/whatever went crazy because of this dude, maybe getting him back will do the reverse thing? And stop him feeding people to Red?”

[baeshijima]

some sprites from the new tot event bc ourgh....

rosa my prettiest gf ever in yet another banger event hell yea 🙏

[relgnira]

Sketched them on their first date cause tbh I squealed! I love Mazey so much this season has the most top tier npcs fr

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!

[dolotonglo]

vampire miles fic 👀⁉️

HIII HI HELLO SORRY THIS IS SOOO LATE AJDBBK but yes!! i am working on a vampire miles fic! hehehe 😼 here's a little excerpt if you're interested... 🤭🤭 be warned there is suggestive content!

[stfrancisprayer]

DEXTER FLETCHER as CHARLES HIGHWAY THE RACHEL PAPERS (1989) - dir. DAMIAN HARRIS

[artemis-pendragon]

Yeah just talked to my psychiatrist. Yep she says Good Omens fics will fix me. Yes she did say I should ask the gay people in my phone for recs